Azeroth Shadow Trail

   Chapter 685 16. Chief Reid, your 'external brain' is here, collect the goods

   Hearth Valley is an important military station of the Church of the Holy Light, especially after the establishment of the Knights of the Silver Hand, it has become one of the training places for Paladin recruits.

  It is located in the northern mountains of the East Wilder area, far from the most prosperous city of Andorhal in the region. It is a heavily guarded and far away from the bustling place.

   But it is very close to several large farms in the rich East Weld area, and it also assumes the responsibility of protecting the civilians living nearby.

A place like    must be guarded by noble nobles with high prestige, commanding power, and sincere belief. There are not many such people in the Kingdom of Lordaeron.

  Er, but Blake knew a few.

   "Lord Tirion Fordring, I'm here to visit you."

   In the sky under the dark night, Blake rode on the saddle of his hippogryph, looking at the lights of Andorhal City below, thinking that the prosperity of the kingdom of Lordaeron was indeed extraordinary.

  This night scene is much more beautiful than Gilneas.

   The flashing lights of such an inland city reminded him of Boralus Harbor in his memory.

  Unfortunately, he doesn't have time to wander around here today.

  The Hippogryph with its reins and bridles removed flew very smoothly in the air, and with a hint of joy, it swirled in high-speed circles from time to time, making the little murloc on Blake’s shoulders clutching his clothes and screaming.

   Had known that the sky was so crazy tonight, the little fish people would not rub against this "civil aviation" plane.

  It also has its own flying mount. Although monsters like Shad Walker cannot be summoned in the material world with so many people, there is still a big owl croak la la.

   "What are you screaming about? You can't fall to death."

  The pirates scolded the little fishman in dissatisfaction:

   "Shut up, don't disturb my understanding of the heart of the beast."

  If the little murlocs could talk, they would definitely have started to rant about Black. Rexxar is for the trust and obedience of the beasts you won, not for you to come and die!

   This is the truth that all murlocs understand, but you, a master assassin, don’t understand, it really makes the murlocs speechless.

  Blake seemed to sense the frenzied rant from the rude little murloc, he turned his head and glanced at it, as if he was about to drop the Pemberba from the sky.

   The murlocs were so frightened that they wailed again and again.

   This made the wicked stinky pirate nodded in satisfaction.

   After enjoying the pleasure of bullying the murlocs, Black was finally able to focus on the business of the night.

   Although he just called to visit the Great Lord Tirion Fordring of Hearthglen, he actually came to the mountains of East Wild tonight, but not to catch up with the Great Knight.

   Aside from seeing him once at Lordain Monastery and forming an expedition to explore Delano to extend the life of the old Pope, he and Fording have little friendship.

  He's here tonight for something else near Hearthglen, or another important person.

   "I really don't know how the post-war search in the Kingdom of Lordaeron was done."

  Black rode the Hippogryph to roam around the sky above the northern mountains. He was blowing the wind in the dark night and complained alone:

   "There are remnants of orcs all over the northern border, not to mention the Frostwolf clan, who stayed there for seven years, and the Kingdom of Alterac has actually not managed the valley effectively.

   But apart from the backcountry, there are even Orcs in the ruling hinterland of Lordaeron, East Wilder, and the local sheriff should really be pulled out and hanged.

   But that guy Eitrigg really knows how to hide.

  The mountains in the north are so big, when will I find them by myself?

  Come down, let's find some 'foreign aid'. "

   The sky seemed to really understand Black's words, or maybe it understood the fingers of the pirates. In short, this loyal beast carried the pirates to the edge of a cliff above the mountains.

  Black took a few steps forward and looked in the direction of Hearthglen. From here, he could vaguely see the light of the fire in the night. It should be that the Paladins are still training.

  These devotees of the Holy Light follow their oath and really never slack off.

   "What are you looking at here? You can't understand the 'greatness of the Holy Light'. For you, the Holy Light is not as valuable as a fresh fish."

  The pirate glanced at the little murloc who was also poking his head here, and he curled his lips and said:

   "Go, put the garbage in your pockets together, let's get old Gani to help, hurry up."

  “呱呱”

   The little fishman protested in dissatisfaction.

   Protesting that this stinky pirate is using himself as a free labor force. But its protests couldn't change the grim reality. They could only croak and run to the back, swiftly setting up a garbage heap.

   Soon, a small **** heap covered with fallen leaves and twigs was taken out.

Blake took out the statue of Old Garni, placed it in front of the garbage heap, and recited words like a sacrifice. Soon, a large cloud of smoke was entangled on the cliff, and among them came the iconic, sharp, sharp, Ugly and awkward laughter.

  It turned into a bright-colored, short-handed and long-legged dragon with cunning eyes, a mouth full of sharp teeth, and a tattered bag on his back.

   While swinging his slender tail, he probed his brain in the smoke and said to the pirate:

   "What the **** is this place? It doesn't seem to be the land you've been to before. It's very quiet here, and there's no trace of my kind.

   Well, there is a big city over there!

   I can definitely find a lot of garbage to use in this lively city. So, my friend Blake, are you going to dedicate that city to humble old Ghani? "

   "I can do that."

  Black raised his head and said:

   "It's nothing more than finding a garbage dump for you in the city, it's not difficult.

   In fact, if you hadn't warned me before that you wouldn't be allowed to build garbage dumps for you, I would have filled every city I've been to with garbage dumps.

   I'm asking for your help, my dear old Gani.

   Quickly release your little raptors and help me find someone in these mountains, an orc, an old orc, a wise old orc who lives in seclusion here away from the war.

   His name is Eitrigg.

   was once the adjutant, think tank and warlord of Orgrim, the warchief of the old tribe. After Orgrim failed to attack Lordaeron, he left the battlefield and the tribe.

  Many people thought he was dead.

   But I know he's alive and well, and he's around here, so you don't have to go deep into the mountains to find it, just look in the valleys and ravines near Hearth Valley, which shouldn't be a big problem for you. "

   "No no no, it's a big problem."

  Old Gani rolled his eyes and moved his flexible claws, and said to Black:

"This is working under the eyelids of the terrible Holy Light Loa, and if I am unlucky, I will be blinded by the scorching light. It is a very risky business, and although we have a good relationship, I am hesitant to Don't help you."

   When this Slender-jawed dragon spoke, it stretched its voice very long.

   Its cunning eyes kept staring at Black, and it knew that the stinky pirate could understand what it meant.

   "Hey, you were never so greedy before!"

  Black, holding a dwarf pipe, complained:

   "How simple you were in the past, I can make you happy all day with a lump of garbage, but look at you now, you are glib, you are not the simple and kind old Gani in my memory.

you've changed!

  You bastard, you betrayed the lowly people of the whole world, you even turned a blind eye to the pleas of your old friends, you only thought for your own benefit. "

   "Hey, don't put your big hat on me, if I really change, I'll learn from you too!"

Old Garni shook his head and swayed his tail and circled around Black, first retorted, then stretched out his flexible claws, put it on the shoulders of the pirate, stretched his slender neck, turned around in front of the pirate, looked back follow him.

   The **** of slender-jawed dragons said in a treacherous tone:

   "Don't be so angry, you have so much dark wisdom, it's no problem to share it with me. Look, I'd love to help you find that damned orc.

  I don't know what you're doing when you don't sleep at night and come to this bad place to find a **** but not dead old orc.

  I'm not curious about your secrets at all.

   I just need you to do me a little favor just as you need me to help you.

   Let's communicate with respect, right?

  My 'Great Scavenger'. "

"Say."

   Black blew out a smoke ring, and the magic eyeball on his shoulder glared at Old Gani.

   But because it is a magic eyeball instead of his own eyeball, there is no way to restore this angry look 100%. Except for the horror, there is no charm at all.

   "Hey, actually what I want your help to do is very simple."

   Old Garni giggled.

   It came close to Blake's ear, and its glib tone became serious, and it said:

"Hurry up and take that old dwarf Brian Bronzebeard that you sent to Wharton back to where he should be. That old lunatic dug around in the desert without finding anything, and then ran into the Nazmir jungle to stir up blood troll.

  He has found a very important clue.

   That was a terrible secret shared by all the loa of Zandalar.

   The old dwarf hasn't gotten to the heart of that secret yet, but if he keeps digging, he's not far from death. You are so smart and you are called a prophet, you should know what I'm talking about"

   "When did you care about the lives of dwarves?"

   Black said in an odd tone:

   "They don't believe in a Loa like you."

   "No, I don't care about his life, it's not a pity that the dwarf who has attracted a lot of Loa's attention died!"

   Old Gani gritted his teeth and said:

   "What I'm afraid of is the dark secret that may be revealed to the world by him, that ghost place has devoured many of my kind, and I don't want that ghost place that has been buried in history to see the light of day again.

   It’s not just me who thinks so.

   Now all the loa living on Zandalar think so, even the incorporeal Bwonsamdi is like us.

   They don't yet know how the old dwarf got to Zandalar, but they may soon notice you following Brian Bronzebeard.

   At that time, I couldn't help you hide it.

   Hurry up and send that troublemaker away, the dark secrets buried under the Zandalar Islands are too terrifying for you and I to grasp, Black! "

   "What can't be grasped, isn't it a sealed ancient god, look at you Luoa, even a word is petty."

  The smelly pirate complained, he thought about it, and said:

   "Okay, anyway, when Muradin comes to Tol Barad in the future, he will definitely ask me to hand over his younger brother. I will tell my proto-turtle friends to find a way to bring him back from Zandalar.

   But it is estimated that it will take some time. You go to see and live with Brian, don't let him run around, there should be no trouble in a few days. "

   "Well, I'll keep an eye on him.

   In the future, you are not allowed to send these strange people to Zandalar Island. We are not a garbage dump, and not everyone needs it. "

  Old Garni said:

   "That old dwarf is crazy, but he has a talent for exploration and digging. He went to the Waldun Desert and dug up several lost temples within a few days.

   I heard that he has attracted the attention of the Unbeliever King Kotek. "

"yes?"

  Black blinked, but didn't dwell on the subject.

After he and old Gani agreed, the **** of the garbage heap was also very happy, and immediately released a large group of colorful, noisy, but agile Microraptor incarnations, Wuyang Wuyang rolled up the smoke and moved towards the nearby valleys and ravines. surged past.

  The smelly pirate stayed on the cliff, chatting with old Gani.

   Old Garni, who was on Zandalar Island, provided Black with some trivial information about the recent South China Sea.

  For example, a group of cursed pirates who claimed to be 7,000 years ago have risen up, looting everywhere at sea, making people uneasy.

  For example, the powerful fleet of Kul Tiras had signs of cruising to the South China Sea. The courtiers of King Rastakhan were afraid of the possible conflict and asked the troll king to immediately allocate funds to expand the golden fleet.

   Another example is that the famous sea fog over the South China Sea seems to have dissipated traces, attracting a group of Zandalari troll explorers to check it out.

   But as before, they tried everything and couldn't get into it at all.

   Then those unlucky ones were robbed again by the cursed pirates who were running around, and even sent extortion letters to Dazar'alor, making the Golden Fleet very annoyed.

   In the end, Old Gani also complained that the pirates in the recent period of time have suddenly become very powerful, and they have come and gone without a trace. The Golden Fleet sent destroyers to hunt down the pirates, but they found nothing.

  I don't know what treasures the pirates got.

   These things are very trivial, and they may be heard by others, but when they fall on Blake, they have brought him several "surprises" in a row.

   But he didn't tell Ghani.

   His friend, the God of the Trash, was a little timid, and he was afraid of scaring old Gani.

   After chatting until the sky was getting light, the Microraptor sent by the old Garni finally found it. Just northeast of Hearth Valley near the Sordo River, there was a hidden valley with traces of suspected orc activities.

   "Thank you."

  Blake waved to the old Gani, he knew that the slender-jawed dragon **** was a pacifist and didn't like fighting, so he didn't need to participate in the next thing.

   But before leaving, the pirate said again:

   "I may have to trouble you to send someone to Blackrock Mountain in a while, don't show that expression, don't worry, Warchief Red will be ecstatic about the arrival of this old orc.

  Trust me, he will be willing to collect all the rare garbage in Blackrock Mountain and the Burning Steppes as a gift to you.

   This is a big beauty difference! "

   (end of this chapter)