Azeroth Shadow Trail

   Chapter 464 17. "Product" investigation

   "Poof"

   The Drakkari troll priest who wanted to escape was pierced through his heart by a sharp arrow shot from behind.

  The bone arrow sharpened by the snake man spun and tore his chest, dragged his body forward and fell forward, and finally nailed it to the ground covered with ice and snow.

   But what is surprising is that this kind of injury did not kill the troll priest immediately.

   He grabbed the arrow in his chest hard and tried to pull it out, but in his desperate gaze, a translucent big bear that emerged from the shadows waved its paws and patted his head.

   "Poof"

   With a muffled sound, the troll's head exploded like a balloon, and flesh and blood exploded all over the floor.

  Behind the corpse, Black glanced at the broken troll bow in his hand, shook his head helplessly, and threw this thing into his luggage as one of the tributes he gave to Old Gani after a while.

   He is now more and more eager for a good bow. These bows that are found at random will break off with a little force.

   Originally, under the guidance of Windrunner's mother, he had been able to grasp the delicate power, but after extracting Ursoc's life power, the improvement of all attributes made him occasionally unable to control his power.

   But just get used to it.

   is not a big deal.

  The pirate turned around, took the jug from his waist, twisted the lid and poured a sip of wine into his mouth. When he raised his head, he waved his hand casually, and not far in front of him, the grinning Zaraq started the "execution".

   A whole row of Queszrun believers with their hands tied and forced to kneel on the blood-stained snow were captured by the giant magician with a mass soul absorbing something inside their bodies.

   In the warlock's evil laughter, these wounded and knocked down guys fell to the ground screaming, and their souls were taken away one by one.

   Farther away, Dakuru, the trainee crew member of the Nagfar, was comforting the clansmen of his small clan who had survived slaughter and kidnapping. There were originally three hundred members of the clan, but now there are only more than one hundred people left.

   Those old, weak, sick and disabled have been killed or eaten by the followers of Quesrun.

  The bear warrior Tur was sentry in the distance.

   Although it hates trolls, the ruthless slaughter of this group of Loa believers by Blake's subordinates and two war beasts was also shocking to him.

   Until this time, the simple and honest bear warrior realized what kind of guy his "new boss" was.

   It may take a while to calm down.

   "Captain, these are two of the best quality pieces."

   After the execution, Zaraq, who was still bloodied in his hands, held two soul stones in a dog-legged manner and handed them to his captain, saying:

   "This is drawn from the two Loa priests. You smell it. These two souls exude a smell of darkness and a bit of divinity. They can definitely be used well in the rituals of warlocks."

"Yes, Not Bad."

  Black took the Soul Stone and threw it in his hand. He said to Zarak:

   "But I have a better way of using them."

   After finishing speaking, the pirate whistled, and his Bear and Wolf ran back from two directions. Just now, Frostpaw killed four, and Big Bear beat three to death, all of which were great contributions.

  So, under Zalak's distressed gaze, his captain threw the souls of the two Loa priests to his pet.

   The recipe of the soul beast is special.

  They can eat meat, but what makes them more satisfying is a soul full of anima. Fortunately, they are not picky, it doesn't matter whether the soul is complete or not, as long as they have the will.

   "Ah! Villains! The gods we believe in will not let you go!"

   "You will be drowned in the fire of Quesrun's sorcery, and you and everyone you love will be burned to the ground!"

   The two loa priests shouted their final curse before being devoured by bears and wolves.

   They were actually full of panic. When did Zudrak come to this murderer?

   Although killing each other between Drakkari trolls is not a big deal, it is rare to kill a priest of Loa so neatly.

   What's more, the place where this guy committed the murder was less than a thousand yards away from the temple of the wind snake Loa, the patron saint of the wise, Quesrun.

   At the entrance of the Temple of Loa, killing the priest who went to collect offerings for the God of Loa is no longer a provocation.

  How dare he!

   Wasn't he afraid of Loa's divine punishment?

   "Okay, let your Loa find my relatives!"

  Blake laughed as if he had heard some funny joke, and said:

   "I'd like to see if a loa who is so weak that there is only one temple left can beat the high priest of the tide or a orthodox lich, I'd be happier if it goes to Quel'Thalas.

  There is probably one more collectible in the Sun King's Sunwell Hall.

   As it comes to me

  Isn't it coming? "

  The pirate put his hands on his hips, turned his head and said hello to the ground behind him in the empty evening under the snowfall and nothingness:

   "Yo, hello, Wind Snake God Quesrun.

  Come, come closer.

  Old Bumsandito, let me bring you a sentence, that old undead thing said, you are hiding troll souls in your realm of soul-reaver, have you approved it?

  Have you paid the 'spirit tax' to that real troll God of Death? "

   Others are invisible.

   But in front of Blake's eyes, thirty yards away from him, in the air, there was a large and surprisingly brightly colored wind snake, flapping its wings and hovering in the air.

   It is staring at Black with its vicious eyes, and the light of the curse of the gods is also shining on the black claws of the wind snake, and it seems that it is ready to throw a deadly curse on the pirate.

   It was really offended by Blake's face-slapping behavior.

   No matter how weak Loa is, it is also Loa!

   The glory of the gods does not allow such blasphemy!

  If you don't leave this madman's soul here, its followers will only question its power in the future.

   This kind of thing just means losing some beliefs in other areas, but in the poor mountains and rivers of Dakkalai, it means quite terrible results.

   These savage trolls have a very simple concept of survival, useless things should be eaten! Whether it's an old warrior, a cowardly woman, or a weak loa

But when Blake uttered the name "Bwonsamdi", Quisluen, who was about to deliver "God's Punishment", suddenly shuddered. This huge phantom of the wind snake was like running naked in the winter and twelfth lunar month, even with its tail. The tips began to tremble.

   As if some of his secrets were discovered.

"You are lying!"

  The wind snake Loa screamed with a sharp, soul-piercing voice that only a pirate could hear:

   "When did Bwonsamdi, the troll **** of death, have a human believer? You are just deceiving me, you arrogant."

   "Then you have the ability to throw your curse out?"

  Pirates are not at all cowardly.

   He stood there carelessly, playing with a delicate elven gold coin in his hand, and as the gold coin beat on his fingertips, a faint but orthodox aura that made the wind snake **** tremble in the hands of the pirates turned over.

   is indeed Bwonsamdi's power.

   It was stared at by that stinky troll, who was vengeful and stinky, what a hell! When did Bwonsamdi's eyes focus on the backcountry of Northrend?

   It has all hid in Northrend, and still can't escape Bwonsamdi's oppression?

   Is there any reason for this?

   Bwonsamdi's reputation is indeed not very prominent in the continent of Northrend. The Drakkari trolls here rarely worship Bwonsamdi, the **** of death, because the savage frost trolls of Zul'Drak worship strength.

   They are not so afraid of death.

   But Bwonsamdi is a real troll **** of death after all. Although the Dakkari trolls do not believe in it, after the death of these trolls, their souls still have to travel across most of the world to report to old Bwonsamdi's haunted palace.

   And the reason why this weaker Loa is so afraid of Bwonsamdi is very simple.

  The wind snake **** has some bad faults. Like its powerful counterpart Haka, it has the ability to plunder souls.

   This ability happens to be Bwonsamdi's taboo.

  Ho, good guy.

  You, a weak Loa, dare to grab meat from old Bwonsamdi's plate? Do you think you are Razan? Old Bwonsamdi can't beat those nasty royal loa, and can't teach you a little country loa?

   "Tsk tsk, so far from your temple, I can smell the trolls wailing in the spirit realm. How many interesting souls do you hide in your temple?

   A thousand? Two thousand? "

  The pirate held the cursed gold coin in his hand, tilted his head, "looking" at Quesrun, whose tail was trembling in front of him, he said sarcastically:

   "I ask you, big wind snake, you are so blatantly robbing the souls of the local dead troll warriors, are you preparing to go to war with old Bwonsamdi?

  Do you need me to send you a gauntlet to the underworld?

  Please, let me deliver! I really want to see old Bwonsamdi's pissed-off face when he finds out the truth."

"Um?"

  Quisluen immediately heard a strange taste in the pirate's words.

Its title is "the protector of the witty", which proves that the wind snake Luo Luoa is a cunning person. After carefully savoring the words of the pirate just now, the wind snake's wings are not shaking, and the tail is not trembling.

   It gave a weird laugh, looked down at Blake, and asked:

   "Tell me, what do you need, greedy and cunning, to help me hide this news from Bwonsamdi? You pirate messenger from the underworld, tsk tsk, Bwonsamdi really knows how to pick people.

   Your mouth is as disgusting as its mouth. "

   "I'll assume you're complimenting me for now."

  The pirate said coldly:

   "It's expensive to ask me for help. Bwonsamdi asked me to help him find the mighty troll soul, but paid me a lot of gold and his power. Do you know what I mean?"

   "Gold, wealth?"

  Quisluen laughed even happier, it said with a long smile:

   "If you want these things, you can say everything. There are few other things on this earth, and there are many grave goods buried in the tombs.

   Drakkari trolls do not care about wealth, but they have their own special funeral customs. I'll give you the locations of the cemeteries of the five chief tribal leaders who have died, and you can find them yourself.

The wealth inside    will surely satisfy you. "

   "Wait a minute, I have a big appetite."

  Black stretched out his finger and pointed to the trolls of the small tribe who were being guarded by Dakuru but were not killed. He said:

   "Those more than 100 people will be your followers after today. I want you to give them the ability to transform wind snakes."

   "You want a war druid?"

  Quisluen's tone was a little unkind.

  It waved its black claws and said to the pirates:

   "I'm just a weak Loa, more than a hundred war druids, I can't help it."

"Uh-huh?"

  Black asked suspiciously:

   "Whether you can do it or not, isn't that your problem? Why tell me?"

   "I've already restrained my appetite, my dear wind snake god, can't you satisfy me for such a simple request as more than 100 junior druids?

  Ah, it seems that I might still find a more generous Bwonsamdi for a better deal.

   Anyway, after the angry **** of death takes you to death with the Nether Sword Guard army, isn't the power of your country Luoa all mine? "

"you!"

  The wise Wind Snake could not wait to slash this insatiable **** with a claw, but it finally endured this breath, and after a few minutes of thinking, the Wind Snake said:

   "I can take them all as my war druids, but the souls they kill in battle must belong to me!"

   "You want to be beautiful!"

   Black pouted and said:

   "At most, the blood of those enemies will be offered to you."

   "That's fine too."

  Black originally planned to bargain, but he didn't expect the wind snake in front of him to agree to it. Judging from its appearance, it seemed that he was taking advantage of it.

  The pirate thought about it and immediately understood.

A guy like   Quesrun doesn't dare to spread beliefs among troll clans outside Northrend, he can only be trapped on the Drakkari trolls' side.

   On the land of Zul'Drak, there are only six weak loa like it, and there is a powerful loa like Akali, the **** of rhinos.

   It is neither the most powerful, nor the most mysterious, nor the most accessible to the people.

There are so many   Dakkari trolls. The beliefs they can get are very limited, the believers are also limited, and the sacrifices they can get are even more limited.

   Usually, I can only rely on secretly grabbing a few strong souls from the dead souls going to the Nether Palace to maintain my life like this.

   Although two priests have been lost now, suddenly there are more than a hundred war druids who can plunder sacrifices for it in the outside world, and there is no risk of being discovered by Bwonsamdi.

   Best of all, it gained an ally who could talk to Bwonsamdi.

  When necessary, the big deal is to sacrifice the soul that he secretly hid, give Bwonsamdi a soft spot, and go to the underworld to be a **** or something. Although it is humble, it can be regarded as a way out.

   For Loa, who is in an embarrassing situation, it's not a shame.

   To sum up, it is definitely a big profit.

  The pirate originally thought of adding more conditions, but then he thought, at the beginning of the cooperation, the food looks so ugly, which will affect his reputation. There are seven Loa gods on this land.

   "Hey, I said, I killed two of your priests and so many believers, are you really not angry?"

  The pirate asked slyly.

  Quisluen's answer is also very interesting, the country wind snake said in a playful tone:

   "My vocation is 'patron of the wise', not the patron saint of fools. Believers who can be killed outside my temple are not wise at all.

  If they are not witty, then why should I give up a truly cunning collaborator because of them? "

   Good guy, how can this be?

   You have said the truth and the irony!

   But you are so good at talking, how did you get into this desolate field?

   These Loa gods are really interesting.

   (end of this chapter)