Azeroth Shadow Trail

   Chapter 504 57. Gale, listen to my orders!

   What are the most important qualities of being a successful liar?

   is unparalleled eloquence? Is it an unparalleled deception? Or the ability to oil the soles of your feet?

neither.

  Although the above three abilities are very important foundations of being a successful liar, the first priority for a liar to live a long life is to have a pair of eyes that distinguish right from wrong.

  In layman's terms, you have to see at a glance who is suitable for being a fat sheep, and for those who can't be bothered, how far to run.

   In this respect, old Griffota cannot be considered a successful liar.

   Although he has made a lot of money in the past few decades of cheating.

   His list of "victims" includes human nobles, troll clan leaders, proto-turtle tome-sages, dwarven explorers, and elf mages.

   There is even a goblin trade prince, who is considered a deceitful deed in the world of swindlers.

   But if you often walk by the river, you will always encounter ghosts.

   Being caught by Black this time is definitely the most humiliating failure in the "sturdy and brilliant" life of the old Griffota, and it will always exist as a stain in the wounded heart of the old troll.

   He chose the wrong target for his deception.

   Just like the familiar plot in all stories, the master ruined himself because of a small mistake.

To be honest, when Blake's black gun was aimed at his head, Grifta saw Bwonsamdi, the **** of death who sneered at him, hovering behind the human pirate, still doing obscene sarcasm at him. gesture.

   He thought he was going to die.

   But it didn't. When he was woken up by the cold wind from the sea, his crotch, which was cold because he was scared to pee, told old Griffota a cruel reality.

  Then, the old liar did not hesitate to donate his real peerless treasure, and under the coercion of the pirates, he smoothly expressed his willingness to join the undead pirates and serve the evil and powerful Captain Black.

   After all the above, the old troll who changed his pants was thrown into the captain's room by two terrifying undead sea knights.

   In front of him, Black was sitting on a troll-style gold chair, holding a luxurious tide silk handkerchief in his hand, carefully cleaning the exterior of the elegant and eccentric magic lamp.

   This is real physical work.

  I don’t know how long this lamp has been abandoned.

  It is covered with the dirt of the years, and ordinary wiping can't wash it off. It must be cleaned up by pirates infused with magic power.

   This represents the magic of this lamp.

Beside Black, Alya Bluemoon and Prince Farodis were looking at the lamp in Black's hand in admiration. As the well-informed legendary arcanists of the upper elves, the two of them quickly gave own judgment.

   "I remember that in Queen Azshara's private treasury, there was a lamp very much like it."

  The Prince of Magic said hesitantly:

   "But I can't confirm whether the lamp in your hand is the same one that the Queen treasured at that time."

   "Although this lamp is abandoned, its casting process does not exist in the material world."

   Ms. Arya Lanyue said academically:

   "Its entity is forged from the purest elements mixed with exotic metals. I have heard of this casting method, but every story is related to the mysterious realm of the elements."

   "It comes from the Wall of the Sky and was born during the War of the Dominion, which is the age of mythology nearly a million years ago."

  The pirate said to the two mentors while wiping the dirt on the magic lamp:

   "I know it's called the 'Magic Lamp of Al Abbas', and it is said to have the ability to fulfill wishes. This one in my hand should be the one treasured by Queen Azshara.

   After all, I've never heard of a second magic lamp.

   But how exactly it was rediscovered, and how it fell into the hands of an old conman, I don't have a clue, but perhaps the wonderful Mr. Griffota would be willing to answer our questions. "

   In the next moment, the eyes of the three guys all fell on the old troll liar who stood up tremblingly, and the meaning of deep research in it made the old troll tremble.

Ruined.

  The two legends are still high-level elves, and he is afraid that his old life will be explained here today.

   Before Blake could continue to ask questions, and before the elves applied the "Great Memory Restoration Technique" to him, the old liar wiped the sweat from his forehead and said it all in a spineless manner.

   "I found it in the great desert of Silithus."

  Grievta rubbed his hands together, the troll liar with the colorful and strange spells on his face, and with a very slick and flattering smile, he said:

   "At that time, I had just helped the goblins sell a batch of expired rations to the druids in Cenarion Fortress, and before they found out, I hurriedly ran with oil on the soles of my feet.

   But those druids were fierce.

   They chased me and drove me into a strange, crystal-growing valley north of Silithus.

The   Druids seemed to be afraid of that place, they didn't pursue me, but the valley was full of violent elementals, and I almost died there.

   But Bwonsamdi finally gave me a chance to escape, and while escaping in the dark, I found this lamp in some rocks.

   Ah, Lord Black is worthy of being an evil great man who is bound to make a career. Your insight makes me feel ashamed, far surpassing even those arrogant priests of Zandalar.

  I took it to the Dark Prophet Zul to check, and planned to give it to the Prophet as a gift, but Zul refused my interview, he only told me that the fate of this lamp was not with him, nor with me.

   And even Zul didn't know its name.

   But the thing that can be noticed by the Dark Prophet must be an absolute peerless treasure. I don’t know how to use it, so I always carry it with me. "

   Having said that, the old troll rubbed his hands again, looking at the magic lamp that Black was about to wipe clean with a painful look on his face.

He says:

"It seems that my mission is to bring it to you, and its destiny is you, my great and evil captain. You see, from the point of view of destiny, I am a gift to you. goods'.

  The meeting last night was fate

  So, for the sake of fate, don't hold me accountable for my stupid behavior, and treat my poor me like a fart, okay? "

"not good."

  Black looked up and said:

   "In your words, fate brought you to my eyes, and my friend old Gani has been urging me to become his 'big scavenger', which is a rare honor.

  Unfortunately, I am a person who is indifferent to fame and fortune, so I decided to give you this honor.

  Grievta, you were born the kind of troll old Garni craved. Go ahead, go to the shrine of the big garbage dump outside the town of Losberg, and say that I recommended you to go there.

  Old Garni will be very satisfied, work hard there, if you still want to do bad things, you need to keep your eyes open next time. "

After   , the pirate waved his hand, indicating that the old liar can leave.

   But Griftard lingered and refused to go. He said:

   "Well, I've had this lamp for decades, and I've been trying to figure out how to use it, and maybe I can do it today, ah, great and evil captain, let me see the world."

   "Okay."

  Blake got the magic lamp today, was in a good mood, and didn't care about Grievta's onlookers.

   After a few minutes, he manipulated the magic power with his heart and wiped off the last piece of dirt on the surface of the magic lamp. Although the lamp in his hand was still gray, the character card had given a rather strange entry:

   The Magic Lamp of Al Abbas

  No Grade [Currently: Excellent quality, can be improved] · Elemental Creation

use:

   Sacrifice a magical creation, summon the mysterious wind element "Land God" Al Abbas, and make a trade with it.

  Item Description:

  There has always been a legend of the "magic lamp" in Azeroth. It is said that if you can get the magic lamp, you can get three chances to make wishes from the lamp god. The mysterious lamp **** will satisfy all wishes.

   But in fact this is just a myth.

   "The Lamp God" Al Abbas does not have the power to fulfill wishes. He is just a mysterious element merchant, but he can indeed fulfill most of his "wishes" in another way.

   Use this light with care, it has a great appetite.

  If you can't meet the trading conditions of the lamp god, then a terrible fate awaits you.

   "Look, it's the correct way to use it."

  Blake stood up, took out a piece of high-quality equipment from his suitcase, and with a hint of pain, opened the lid of the pot, and "threw" the equipment in.

   The magic lamp is only the size of a palm, and the equipment is too large to fit in, but as the pirates made the action of discarding, the dark pot mouth was entangled with a light wind, like a storm draining it.

The solidified magic power on the elf equipment was drained in one breath, leaving only the equipment that turned into a whiteboard and fell on the table, while the magic lamp shook for a while, and in the "dumping" of the pirates, a lot of strange "coins" were poured out. ".

   They are round, like gold coins.

   But it is between the virtual and the real, as if it will disappear into the air in the next moment.

  The pirate picked up a handful of air coins, tossed them in his hand, smiled at the three people around who were staring at him, and threw the air coins in his hand back into the lamp.

   Then grabbed the magic lamp and started rubbing frantically.

   A few seconds later, with the loud noise of the storm symphony, in the whimpering of the wind, a large strange creature swooped out of the magic lamp.

   That is a wind element.

  A series of orange-red wind entwined to form its body like cotton candy, its hands and its face, of course, the wind element has no facial features, only a pair of shining eyes and mouth can be vaguely seen.

   This wind element's head is also buckled with a very happy hat, like a luxuriously decorated head wrap, which reminds Blake of the classic dress of Asan.

   As soon as it appeared, Dean Blue Moon and Prince Farodis immediately raised their weapons, Dean guarded the pirates behind him, and said in a serious and terrified tone:

   "This is a weak demigod. What kind of thing did you summon!"

   The trash Grifta would already be on the ground shivering.

  The mighty power of a wind element demigod, making the old troll feel like he is in the eye of the storm, ready to be torn apart by the gust of wind flowing around him at any time.

   At the moment when Al Abbas appeared, the sea breeze within at least a thousand nautical miles around the entire Tol Barad turned disorderly and rolled, quickly centering on this island, disrupting the surrounding sea area.

  Several of Gilneas' training ships suffered bad luck and nearly sank in a chaotic storm.

   "No no no, the respected Al Abbas is not a demigod, he is just an elemental merchant who is tired of war and hates the use of force."

  The pirate put his hand on the shoulder of the serious dean, indicating that the two should not be nervous, he adjusted his clothes, and made a strange etiquette to the wind element, who looked down at his ears condescendingly in front of him.

   And the wind element also folded his "hands" and returned a strange etiquette.

   This action makes it seem like it's a good talker.

   "I see you, tiny mortal, thank you for taking good care of my lamp."

  The wind element demigod made a thunder-like sound. It used the Sarasian language, which was still very orthodox and ancient. It said to the three people in front of him:

   "So, where is my dear friend Azshara? Why hasn't she traded with me for 10,000 years? Is she going to break the original trade contract?"

   "Ah, Queen Azshara suffered some 'changes', she made a failed investment with the Burning Legion, and her family fortune was wiped out.

   She is a pauper now. "

   Black explains:

"The great queen is still in the difficult process of revitalizing her family business, so her contract with you will be fulfilled by me. We can continue to use pure magic for air coins, but I just don't know what you can provide to What am I in return."

   "Well, a wise little bug, I like it."

  The wind element demigod laughed.

   This action made the whole sky of Tol Barad surging, and a terrifying thunderstorm was brewing.

   "Stop laughing! Take your power, the mysterious and powerful Al Abbas, you will also destroy my small business."

   The pirate shouted.

   This rude reprimand made Dean Lanyue and the Prince of Magic sweat in cold sweat.

   However, the element merchants were very obedient to gather their own strength, and in just a moment, they turned from a powerful demigod into a group of harmless breezes.

   It looks like a good businessman, and some philistines replied:

   "What I can give you depends on what you want, tell me, little bug, what are you going to buy from me?"

   "No no no, I want to sell you something."

  Black pursed his lips and said:

   "Prince Sunderland the Windseeker is still alive, can you send this news to the Sky Wall? I think His Majesty Alakir will be very happy to hear this news."

   "This information is worthless."

  Al Abbas replied disdainfully:

   "Sunderland's power of still wind never dissipated, and even the weakest wind in the sky wall knew it was alive, unless you could save it from the pesky Ragnaros.

   But that doesn't help, the Elemental Realm is so solid now that even the moody Al'Akir can't give you the reward you deserve.

   Let’s change it. "

   "Uh, what if I could break the elemental realm?"

  The pirate rubbed his chin, made a "too too" gesture, and said:

   "It can't be fully opened, but it can be opened a little bit, so that the wall of the sky can resonate with the material world again."

   "Ha, you're absolutely joking."

  The wind element demigod is even more disdainful, it yawned and said:

   "If you can do it, Alakir will be ecstatic, you can get everything you want."

   "Very well, then ask the great Al Abbas to send this news back to the Sky Wall."

  Blake waved his hand and said confidently:

   "By the way, be a middleman and sign a contract with the wind rider or something. If I can open the elemental realm, I want the sky wall to permanently grant my fleet the ability to control the storm!"

   (end of this chapter)