Azeroth Shadow Trail

  Chapter 600 153. Old man, I found a solution for you, don't thank me-[830]

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   "No I'm the Falcon!"

  Egilsson's unwilling howls echoed over the burning streets.

  The body of the black falcon steed, which has been bombarded by too many shadow magic, has become filthy.

   It is draped with the curse of the warlock, corruption and the ever-exploding daemon seed, and the dark seeds of the Nathrezim's fetid swarms wreak havoc in its flesh.

   His unsteady mind was despairing under the mind blast and mental whipping thrown by Black maliciously.

   But if that's the case, the Eagle God can still escape.

The problem with    is that its opponent is not just a simple spellcaster who fears melee combat, but also pierces the black and slender dark sea chain on the body that is spun down.

  The evil weapon forged in **** was stuck on its wings, making it unable to even fly out of the airspace.

   The wide black eagle feathers flew around, and among the feathers, the stinky pirate in the shape of a demon folded his wings and slammed into the incarnation of the eagle **** like a shooting star.

When    collided, figures flew again, the piercing of the legendary long sword and the slapping of the evil fire element overwhelmed Egilsson.

  It flapped its wings hard, but amid the devil's grinning laughter, three more mind blasts bombarded its will, causing it to fly away in a daze.

   The wicked stinky pirate raised his claws and threw a soul into the tormented soul of the Eagle God.

   The exhaustion that emerged from the bottom of his heart made the flying eagle unable to maintain the release of whirlwinds and thunder and lightning all over his body. It was like an angel with broken wings, falling obliquely to the ground when the Dread Demon King stepped on it in mid-air.

The most ironic thing about    is that in the fall of the eagle **** Egilsson, Black's trade wind crow also came to join in the fun.

  This little bird flew around the head of the Eagle God who was powerless to resist, and used its small claws and sharp beak to attack the Eagle God's big eyes.

  Miss Hisari Crow is a raptor druid who loves all the noble birds that soar in the sky.

   She could hear the pain and sorrow of the Eagle God.

  Although they belong to different factions of power, both Loa and the wild demigods belong to the crystallization of life force, and they are noble and holy things to all who use life force.

It is precisely because of this kind of worship that she has no good feelings for these evil trolls who seek divine power by "killing gods". At this time, she is in the same mood as Tur Wrathpaw, who is "saving" the bear spirit on the ground. of anger.

Although it is impossible to change into the usual fighting stance to give the poor eagle **** who was betrayed and assassinated by the believers, at least Miss Black Crow can use her own way to "discipline" this damned **** without exposing herself. troll.

   Anyway, apart from the matter of the Eagle God, the relationship between elves and trolls is far from good.

   "You **** should be glad I'm not a radical Silverwing Sentinel."

  Hisari Black Crow fiercely grabbed the eye of the troll priest with her claws and blinded its left eye. In the **** howl of the other party, Miss Black Crow thought viciously:

   "Otherwise I will tear your ears off! Report it as a military exploit."

   "Alright alright, Angry Birds, it's about to fall, come here quickly, be careful it eats you at the last, you little idiot."

  Black chased the screaming Angry Birds in the air, thinking that this Druid was really suffering.

   It would be inhumane to have her fight like a trade wind crow.

  Under his expulsion, Miss Black Crow viciously snatched a few feathers from the avatar of the Eagle God Egilsson, and then flew high into the sky with satisfaction.

   These feathers were taken from the roots of the wings of Egilsson's incarnation, which contained the natural power of the falcon god, and were a rare relic for raptor druids.

   The Stormcrow form of Thesari Black Crow can be enhanced a little by just finding a chance to explore the power of the Falcon God.

   It's not wrong to avenge the poor Eagle God, but it's not harmful to get yourself some benefits by the way.

   After being with the stinky pirate for so long, Miss Black Crow has finally learned a little bit more shrewdly.

  “哐”

   The avatar of Egilsson, who fell from the sky, smashed into the street battlefield below, smashing the frosty ground created by the old lich into ice flowers everywhere.

   The wings of the Falcon God flapped feebly, and finally slowly closed.

   It looked up to the sky with its head blinded in one eye, and could see Blake, who was escaping from the shape of a demon, waving the remaining bat wings behind him, and fell bit by bit beside it.

  During the last few meters of gliding, the bat wings behind Black suddenly dissipated, and the magic power that turned into a shadow wrapped around his body. Finally, his left foot lightly touched the ground, and his back feet were then closed.

   "I'm the Falcon! You prey!"

  The Amani troll priest spit out this sentence with the last strength, and then swallowed his last breath in humiliation when the pirate raised his left foot and kicked its neck violently.

  After it died, the incarnation of the black falcon also dissipated, returning to the troll body dressed in colorful clothes and wearing a bird crown.

The neighing of birds appeared on the corpse, as if to express gratitude, but it was more like a lingering regret after liberation. It was the God of Loa, who crossed the realm of life and death. Although he lost his body, he The soul does not die.

Now after the death of the villain who extracted his own divine power, he can finally go to the Shadow Realm without any worries. In all the journeys after Loa's death, he went to the legendary Blazing Blue Immortal Field and turned into a spiritual seed full of anima. The coming of rebirth.

   "Hey, I saved you, won't you give me nothing in return?"

  The pirate felt a wind blowing on his face, and he also heard the thankful cry of the Falcon God, but he was not moved at all, and he had no sense of accomplishment or satisfaction.

   What a joke!

   He didn't come here to get the thanks of God Loa, Black is not such a great and righteous warrior.

   He stepped on the corpse of the troll priest and said to the invisible spirit in front of him:

   "Are you going to answer the call of the Queen of Winter and go to the Blazing Wild? I advise you not to go, poor Agilson, my prophet foretells a great chaos that will sweep the Shadowlands.

   Those dharma nights are in the midst of unprecedented anima depletion, they have begun to abandon the spirit seed to keep the anima forest prosperous, you know what that means, right?

   A weak Loa like you, once it's over, it's probably going to be disposed of as 'waste'. Uh, don't mind me speaking directly, but what I'm saying is true.

  If you don't believe it, you might as well recall that in the past 100 years, every weak Loa who has gone to the shadow world has returned to the material world alive?

  You better not take the risk.

   Those who don't listen to me now regret to death.

   Besides, besides going to Chilan Xianye to wait for resurrection, isn’t there another way for you Loa to be ‘reborn’? "

  The pirate flicked his fingers. He glanced at the trade wind crow flying above his head. A ray of light flashed in his eyes. He lowered his head again, coughed twice, and said to the spirit of the falcon in front of him:

   "Look for a new carrier, retain all the characteristics of Loa, break away from the original body, and become strong again from the weak.

  Although this will make you lose all memory and start from scratch, it is better than being disposed of as garbage, right? And even if there is nothing wrong with Blazing Blue Immortal Wild, the time you spend there as a spirit species waiting to be reborn is probably calculated in a hundred years.

   As far as I know, the big slacker of the Queen of Winter has not managed his own spirit seed garden for hundreds of years. It is deserted and overgrown with weeds.

   Instead of sleeping for hundreds of years, it's better to grit your teeth and get through it in the material world.

   Do you think the days spent with these brutish Amani trolls, the boring memories, the evil times when they brutally backstabbed you and murdered you are worth remembering? "

  Black spread his hands and said to the spirit of the falcon in front of him:

   "Look, you probably haven't been to the Shadowlands, you've only heard stories about that haunted place from your well-informed fellow Loa,

   But I know it very well there.

   In this kind of thing, rather than betting on luck, it is better to listen to the guidance of an experienced 'senior', right?

  You see I still have the mark of old Ghani and Akunda on me.

   They all like me.

   Old Gani and Akunda, you know? That's the mighty loa from the Zandalar side! I don't know where he is better than a rookie like you, Loa!

   They all trust me, why do you hesitate? "

  The invisible spirit of the falcon hesitated.

   It's just a beast god, and it's definitely not as good as a stinky pirate in terms of brains, otherwise it won't be backstabbed by its own believers. Furthermore, Akilson now hates the Amani troll who backstabbed him.

   It never wanted to go back to that forest again.

   The pirate in front of him saved it, and he does have the mark of the mighty Loa on him.

   Perhaps, he is trustworthy?

   "Ow"

  The invisible spirit hissed at the pirate, conveying some information to him, causing Black to frown, looking at the dead troll priest beneath his feet, and he said:

   "It's no wonder that your incarnation is so weak, that it is stronger than those master assassins who drank the blood of the black dragon. I thought it was because you were weak, but I didn't expect that it was because your Loa divine power was split.

   The rest is on Zul'jin?

  I will get it for you, and you will come with me?

  Let's agree, if you want to run after I help you complete your divine power, don't blame me for being rude.

  Come, clap your paw, and make a contract. "

  The pirate stretched his hand forward, he felt something in the wind in front of him collide with him, Blake grinned, took out the material from the bag with a quick movement, and arranged a divine power extraction ceremony on the ground.

Because the God of Falcon is weak and very cooperative, the extraction this time was exceptionally smooth. A few minutes later, in Black's divine power column, there was an extra line named [Egilsson Skywing]. divine power.

   Its description shows that this divine power is not complete, a part is missing.

   "Cough, my evil brother Blake, look how good I am to you, I took the initiative to lead the three generals under Zulkin into your trap and let you win a big victory."

  Behind the pirates, the skeleton pirate Gaboa, who pretended to be coughing, approached. The two brothers put their arms on the pirate's shoulders and said in a flattering and smug tone:

   "Did I just perform well? You've been tricked by me, right? You don't really think I'll help the Amani trolls against you, do you? Who are we?

  Come on, bump your fists and celebrate our happy cooperation. "

   He stretched his left fist in front of the pirate, and the magic eyeball on Black's shoulder turned over and stared at him relentlessly. After a few seconds, the atmosphere became awkward.

   "You really wanted to kill me just now."

  The pirate said in a cold tone:

   "I have a kind of magical ability. When others want to kill me, I can feel it. You should take the shameful old sea dog to ballast, what a happy cooperation.

  If I hadn't been prepared, I would have been demolished by you today, and you would never hesitate to kill me.

   Am I right? "

   "Ha, as expected, you still know me."

  Gaboa laughed without shame, patted the pirate's shoulder up and down, and said glibly:

   "Aren't we pirates like this?

   Did you keep me because you were so merciful? Well, it's not because you want me to cause trouble in the South China Sea to help you hold the attention of the Kul Tiras fleet.

  You need me, my villain friend Blake, and I can say responsibly that you can't find a pirate captain who can contain Dalene in the South China Sea except me.

   Besides, the world is cruel enough, so when we adults do things, don't worry about what we think in our hearts, just look at what we do on the surface.

   Didn't I help you in the end? This has proved that we are friends.

  Tell me, what price do I have to pay to make you calm down? "

   "Give me back all the spoils you stole from me!"

  Blake is also welcome, the lion said loudly:

   "And the treasures of Zu'Amanri, the city of Amani trolls, send me to Tol Barad within a month, and then you can leave with your 'pet'."

   "Yes, no problem at all, the price is very reasonable."

  Gaboa did not bargain at all, he patted the armor on his chest and said:

"I will absolutely do it. I don't care about the external things, but I still want to share a little more. We are so familiar, and I will not hide it from you. I have secretly read the Medivh that the black knights carried. book.

I am very interested in the voodoo power recorded in   .

  You must have come for it, and I don't want all of them, but I will transcribe a copy of any witchcraft related to trolls. In addition, there is a priest of the Dragon Eagle God on Zul'jin's side, and I want that guy too.

  My fleet needs two capable chief officers, just enough to stand in the South China Sea and not be driven around by the crazy navy of Kul Tiras. "

   "Great appetite."

  Blake pouted, he stroked the hilt of the Leap Cutter at his waist, and asked in a bad tone:

   "You want so much, what can you give me?"

   "Didn't I just say it?"

   The fire of the soul in Gaboa's eyes throbbed, and the old pirate said in a treacherous tone:

   "I want to rebuild the reputation of Zandalar pirates, the South China Sea is my battlefield, with or without you, I will face the Kul Tirans head-on.

  If you show generosity, my friend, I can definitely hold them back for a long, long time until you have the confidence to beat them head-on.

  I believe that your strategic vision can see the benefits that can be brought to you by meeting my needs.

   Would you like to add these two knives? "

  Gaboa took out the kingslayer's double blades hanging from his waist, held it and handed it to the pirate, and said in a submissive and elongated tone:

   "Such a good weapon is only for the strong! I am a lonely old troll who is not worthy of such a weapon. That powerful Loa named Kil'jaeden doesn't look like a good thing.

   It kept talking to me.

   It keeps teaching me how to do things, which is really annoying. "

   "Okay."

  Black took the Kingslayer's double-blade over, threw it into his pocket, snapped his fingers, and said to Gaboa:

"make a deal!"

"But remember what you said today, my pirate brother Gaboa, if you can't hold back the Kul Tirans in the South China Sea, then you will not be facing Daelin's threat, but my anger. ."

   (end of this chapter)