Azeroth Shadow Trail

   Chapter 552 105. Killing people is free, but you have to pay extra for joining

   "I ran back and forth between Dalaran and Blackrock Spire five times that day! And Tol Barad, Kul Tiras, Rogue Harbor, and your **** Suramar.

   I am a Loa!

   I still have my followers in Zandalar to take care of, but I have served you all this time, you bastard!

stop laughing!

   Do you know how tiring this is? "

  In the mage tower where Narthas Academy lives, on the small garbage dump at the edge of the room, Old Gani's divine projection shakes his head and directs a group of tiny Microraptor phantoms to bite the hateful Blake's ass.

   But despite the hard work of the Microraptors, they still couldn't even touch the shadow of the Master Assassin dodging back and forth.

  Old Gani, whose fur became brighter and brighter, gritted his teeth and summoned more phantoms of Microraptors, trying to teach the pirates a lesson by using crowd tactics.

   It was really pissed.

   In the past, it was okay to let it send "express", but these days or two were especially excessive, and it was simply used as a messenger.

   The dignified God Luoa, how can he bear this grievance?

   "You're not funny enough, old Gani."

  Black jumped around and replied:

"I found a book dedicated to the study of Loa in Dalaran these two days. The book said that the strength and weakness of you Loa gods are not only related to their own strength and the number of believers, but also to related to your 'vocation'.

   For example, Bwonsamdi, who holds the troll death priesthood, even if there is no believer, his divine power will not fall to the point of weakness. As long as the trolls are around, as long as they have a cycle of life and death, Bwonsamdi will continue to gain power.

   I am not using you as a tool.

  I am adding a new priesthood to you, you will be the 'God of Post and Express Delivery' in the future!

  Don't lie to me, seeing your fur is getting brighter and brighter, and seeing how energetic you are when you speak, I know that you must have obtained this priesthood.

  You got it cheap and sold well! "

   "Bah! What a bad name!"

   Old Gani's slender mouth opened and closed, revealing the small file-like teeth, and he scolded Blake:

   "That's not what it's called, its real name is 'God of Secret Covenant', 'Protector and Deliverer of Secrets and Covenants'. I originally had a priesthood as 'Guardian of Secrets'.

   This is not what you gave me, I was promoted to rely on my own efforts. "

  Speaking of this, the **** of the slender-jawed dragon let out an unpleasant laugh proudly, and it swayed its slender tail to dissipate the illusion of the surrounding Microraptor.

   used his flexible claws to take out a letter from an old black backpack on it and threw it to Black.

  The pirates noticed that the old Garni had this backpack decoration on his body.

   For a God Loa whose image is known to thousands of people, every change in his image means a change in his body power. This worn-out black backpack probably means a change in the priesthood of old Gani.

   It did benefit from the frequent exchanges of Black's system, but this could not soothe old Gani's anger. It gave the pirate a stern look and said:

   "With great power comes great responsibility! This new priesthood has me trapped, this must be a trap you set for me, and I stepped in it stupidly.

  It’s alright now, I’m stuck with you, I don’t think I can’t send these letters.

   But you are not allowed to expand my 'business' any more, I don't want to cause trouble, I just want to enjoy my dull but interesting life in a low-key manner. "

"why?"

  Blake opened the letter in his hand, glanced at it, then looked at old Ghani and said:

   "Isn't power a good thing?"

"It is not!"

  Old Gani jumped angrily, and the eccentric Loa shouted:

   "Strength leads to challenge, challenge leads to conflict, conflict leads to war, and war leads to pain. That's not what a humble man like me should pursue!

   Besides, the post office has been acquired for a long time, and I don’t want to get into trouble with the postmaster!

   That is a big man who can walk freely in the twisted void and shuttle between worlds. All the world you see is his domain, and his peacefulness to others doesn't mean he won't get angry.

  You are hurting me! "

   The **** of slender-jawed dragons shook his tail and complained:

"So I decided to change my priesthood to 'the **** of the secret covenant of the humble and the undead pirates'. Did you hear it? You are not allowed to tell my god's name to anyone other than your power, and don't be content with it. The world has built a garbage dump for me!

   I like to live in a trash heap, but I am not a trash god.

   I don't need that much garbage. "

After   , the unlucky old Gani was about to disappear into the smoke, but was stopped by Blake.

   He stretched out his hand and wrote a note beside him, and threw it to Old Gani, saying:

   "Help me run one last time and give this thing to Evil Eye and Red. I promise, this is the last time in the near future!"

   "I really want to bite you to death!"

   Old Gani opened his mouth in a vicious voice.

   But in the end, he sighed and stuffed the pirate's note into the old backpack behind him. When it disappeared on the garbage heap, he deliberately put a stinky fart in the pirate's room.

   Amid the weird laughter of the bad guys and the screams of the little murlocs, Blake opened the window with a headache and let the wind blow in, which made the environment in the room a little better.

   "Oh, what the Great Chief Red did is really 'sound and impressive', look, he has his own Kor'kron Guard, and the Saurfang brothers are his bodyguards.

  Two warrior gods serve him one, this is a blessing."

  The pirate waved the letter in his hand and said to the little murloc who was pinching his nose:

   "I've been looking everywhere for Rexxar, who I can't find, and Reid also found it. Why didn't I find out before, this guy is a 'Fortune General'.

   Sure enough, stupid people have stupid blessings, right? "

  “呱呱”

  Today, the little fishman dressed in hunting clothes jumped up the window, and while breathing the fresh air, he pointed fingers at Black. The pirate's nose moved, and he looked down and looked to the side, and he suddenly became angry.

   "Take your drowning device away! You bastard, what are you doing with it in my room? Let me pour your urinal?"

   Black scolded.

   The little murloc pouted, jumped out of the window, and walked out the door with his beloved "drowning device".

   It was a "murloc urinal" made of a charred skull.

  The materials used come from the head of the Assassin Master Macross, which is the fate of the stroller driver. The stinky pirates have always done what they say.

   "Reid is going to pick up the orc chieftain from Draenor in two days. Grom and Gorefiend must be among them, and maybe they will meet a few 'old acquaintances'."

  Black was lying on the windowsill, looking at the city view of Dalaran below, he narrowed his eyes and thought:

   "The Saurfang brothers made it clear that they would not be involved in the assassination of Lothar, which is reassuring, but a little sad.

  I really want to know, if Brox's axe sacrificed his life, could he kill Deathwing? Well, it might be a bit difficult, but serious injuries are absolutely fine, right?

   No matter how fierce Deathwing is, it is still a bit far from Sargeras.

   Ah, I am looking forward more and more to the next development. "

  The pirate grinned and looked at the Violet Castle in the center of the city.

   The second magic debate is being held there, and those enthusiastic spellcasters never imagined how "lively" their city would be in a while.

   "Dalaran, Dalaran, what can you do?"

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   On the edge of the Alterac Mountains, which are covered with ice and snow all the year round, on a peripheral ridge leading to the East Wilder area of ​​the Kingdom of Lordaeron, a hunt and escape is going on.

  Three black knights rode behind the terrifying bone dragon Nightmare, and they struggled to break through to the north in the wind and snow.

   But this sudden snowstorm is not normal!

   Its biting cold wind is like a chain, like a heavy hammer, pressing it from all directions, greatly reducing the flight speed of the legendary bone dragon, and the falling snow from the sky also converges into large groups of hail, smashing down fiercely.

The    landing point was also very precise. It was smashing towards the three black knights. Although the damage was not high, it seriously damaged the demon concealment spells on these three guys.

  The worst thing is that in this blizzard, the magic in their bodies seems to be suppressed by some invisible force, and it is difficult to exert their full strength.

   Even the mighty bone dragon let out bursts of unhappy howls.

  It's soul trapped in this cursed body can feel a lingering breath locking it and chasing it.

   In the same snowstorm, a group of orc wolf cavalry chasing the bone dragon and the black knight were not affected by the wind and snow at all. On the contrary, they and their warg seemed to have a strong wind when they were running, which made them speed up.

   "There is actually a legendary shaman in this ghost place! If we knew he was in charge, we should have slaughtered those Alterac villages."

Above the    bone dragon, the black knight spellcaster complained in a sinister tone:

   "What the **** did the Alliance army do! How could they allow such a powerful orc tribe to hide in the mountains? How could they be so careless!

   Heck, the inaction of the rotten bureaucrats is about to send us to hell. "

   "One must run out!"

   Another black knight in heavy armor touched the Kingslayer's dagger at his waist, and he said to his companion:

   "At least one must go out, otherwise the resurrection ceremony of the leader and his companions will not be presided over. Once we fail and our souls fall into the Twisting Void, the Demon King will not let us go.

You go!

  Haas, you're the caster, and you're the most likely of us to escape. "

  The black knight put the kingslayer dagger in his hand into the hand of the black knight spellcaster, and he said to his companions:

   "Let's go back and stop those damned Frostwolf orcs, Nightmare will buy you time with us, run to East Wilder, there are many human villages there for you to get souls.

   Bring us back to life as soon as possible! "

"it is good."

  The black knights are a group of decisive guys. After discussing the strategy, the black knight caster summoned a big mephit with difficulty in the snowstorm driven by the legendary shaman and flew towards the north.

   The fierce bone dragon and the two broken black knights turned around and killed the wolf cavalry chasing from behind.

   The opponent has a legendary shaman, and a group of high-level shaman to help out, plus a large group of brave wolf cavalry, the two black knights are destined to be fierce.

   But just as they were surrounded by wolf knights and desperately fighting to the death, violent thunder and lightning suddenly erupted above this raging blizzard.

   The violent and twisted natural forces turned into gray-black lightning storms, like a punching attack, brutally tearing the blizzard apart. In less than a minute, the blizzard that had blocked the sky and the earth just now turned into a clear sky.

  The orcs also felt the threat, and the well-trained wolf cavalry quickly evacuated amid the desolate and low horn sound.

   They don't forget to bring "booty".

   A black knight has been hacked to death by them, and his body will naturally be brought back to the clan as a consolation offering for the slaughtered orc hard workers.

  The bizarre lightning still wanted to chase, but the orc shamans worked together to lift the wind wall, resisting the thunder and lightning, and the warriors who protected them retreated to the depths of the Alterac Mountains safe and sound.

  The last scarred black knight who survived the catastrophe leaned on his two swords and looked behind him.

   A few minutes later, a group of Amani troll headhunters riding on raptors and war bears and a group of oddly dressed snake people appeared in his vision.

The guy headed by    is particularly strange. He is a skeleton with agile movements and a blood-red pirate hat. His mount is also a very unique and cool skeleton raptor.

  The knight and the mount are combined, and there is no real flesh and blood.

   Behind these bizarre combinations is a chariot pulled by four bears, on which is placed a large black box, with dazzling thunder and lightning rolling around the box, making bursts of thunder.

   The black knight spellcaster Haas, who had just escaped, was escorted by two troll headhunters, one left and one right, and was **** with ropes in an embarrassed state.

   After they approached, the eyes of the two-sword black knight who survived hardships tightened.

   In this small team, there are six legendary trolls alone!

   There are two legends on the Snake Man side.

  The mysterious things in their wooden boxes also made the black knight feel extremely dangerous.

   "I heard you guys are planning an amazing raid in Dalaran too?"

  The skeleton pirate Gaboa rode his raptor to the black knight carelessly and looked down at him. This vulgar Zandalari pirate had more than a dozen luxurious rings and bracelets on his six fingers.

   I can't wait to let everyone know that he is a real rich man.

   Facing his question, the black knight nodded.

   "Very well, then we're 'accomplices', man."

Gaboya laughed, the crazy skeleton pirate pushed his pirate hat, pulled out a troll pirate sword embellished with luxurious gems around his waist, and stabbed the seriously wounded black knight in front of him with a fierce attitude. Helmet eye socket.

   "It's been a long time since I cut someone, so this knife is free. After you're reborn, let's discuss it again. I'll save you a reward.

  I am a pirate. I dare to do anything but good things. Hiring me to save people would cost double the price. "

   (end of this chapter)