Shadow Trails in Azeroth

"Where did you find this?"

In the cabin of the Nagfar docked in the waters outside Steamwheedle Port, Blake looked at the black troll mask that was placed on his table.

He looked at the little fish-man in front of him with strange eyes.

The latter looked like he had found a treasure and was rubbing his paws waiting for Blake to give him a reward.

When the pirate asked him how he found the statue, the little fishman immediately told him his experience.

At that time, it was leading a group of murlocs to chase turtles in the water near Hotsand Port. Suddenly, it saw someone throwing a mask into the sea, and out of curiosity, it ran over and picked it up.

Little Xingxing, that idiot, didn't recognize the things on the statue because she joined the group relatively late, but the little fishman did.

As the "veteran" who followed Blake all the way to conquer the world, Benbolba recognized it at a glance as the mask of Bwonsamdi, the troll god of death. He had seen many similar styles when he and Blake went to Hades, and he would never mistake it. .

I quickly sent it back to Blake.

Facts have proved that the little fish man's talent for treasure hunting is really good.

As soon as this thing was delivered to the pirates, Blake immediately felt an irregular vibration contained in the mask. Someone definitely wanted to get this thing into his hands.

I just borrowed the little fish man's hand.

"This is really strange. Eudora told me that Bwonsamdi's Hades Palace has been deserted. Old Garni also said that Bwonsamdi has not appeared on Zandalari Island for a long time.

The old thing seemed to have disappeared out of thin air.

But now, as soon as I arrived in Tanaris, its mask was delivered to my door, and I knew with my heels that there must be something going on. "

Blake picked up the death mask in front of him and looked at it carefully. Starting from the perspective of conspiracy theory, he naturally came to a conclusion:

"Old Bwonsamdi's 'cleaning' operation in Zul'Farrak must have failed, causing it to be captured by his adoptive father, but the old thing was so cunning that he must have placed this thing in the desert in advance.

It knows I'll be here sooner or later.

It's always been here waiting for me.

Maybe this is a message it conveys, asking me to save people? still."

Black looked at the dark mask in his hand. After seeing old Bwonsamdi's expressive smile, he grinned. It was indeed the same as the smile on the sand sculpture.

However, even though it was confirmed that this thing was related to old Bwonsamdi, there was no way he wanted Black to put this thing of unknown origin on his face.

Does anyone know what this mask is?

What if after taking it, Bwonsamdi will take away his body? That old guy is not a good guy, he can definitely do such shameless things.

The smelly pirate rolled his eyes and said to the little fish-man in front of him:

"Come on, take it with you and I'll give you something good."

"Quaa?"

The little fishman's eyes widened. He didn't expect that Black would let him "test the poison". This evil-minded pirate was so bad that he wouldn't try it himself!

Anyone who has been to Zandalar doesn't know that old Bwonsamdi is not a good guy?

The little fish man swung his paws, barked and backed away. He didn't want any reward, turned around and pushed open the door of the captain's room and ran away. Blake couldn't stop him.

The stinky pirate watched the little fishman run away and sneered, feeling that this little fool was too courageous.

He thought for a while, took the mask and went out, strolling to the deck, just in time to see Garrosh swinging an ax in the corner, with bruises still on his brown face.

At first glance, it looked like he had recklessly challenged the Shield Girl, and was beaten again.

This guy is quite courageous. He has inherited the strength of the Hellscream family. He doesn't know how to retreat even if he can't defeat him, so he just rushes forward. In just a few days, the shield girls all know that there is one of the most powerful people on this ship. Good "sandbag".

Black couldn't comment on Shaoxia Hou's "masochistic" practice, but just by looking at the way the orc boy swung the ax in a precise manner, he knew that he wasn't just being beaten these days.

The ax that was swung out indeed had the aura of a warrior.

But this alone is not enough.

Garrosh Hellscream has a father like Grom, which means that he is destined to have to face the terrible shadow and pressure brought by Grom on his journey as a warrior.

As for the goal of surpassing his father, Garrosh does not dare to set it easily, which means that he may need to fight continuously for a lifetime.

"Hey, you can't swing your ax around like that."

Black tossed the mask up and down in his hand and shouted something to Garrosh. The orc boy glanced at the pirate, turned away from him, and continued to swing his axe.

It had been so long since he had been on the ship that he had heard the true and false stories of Blake from other sailors.

Although it was definitely an exaggeration, it was enough to prove that his captain was a powerful person. However, Black's bad character made Garrosh really dislike him.

Especially after Delanoche analyzed to him the purpose of the five of them being put on the ship by Black, Shao Shaoxia became even more disgusted with this conspirator.

"I heard from my servant that she was in a hurry when she brought you back from Nagrand and didn't bring your weapons with you. If you want to fight with the shield maidens, you can't use a firewood axe."

Black came over holding his mask and said to Garrosh:

"You also know the rules of the undead pirates. You have to rob or buy what you want. Pascal, the third mate and quartermaster in the cabin on the second floor, can make a battle ax that best meets your requirements, making you truly Have a weapon of your own.

It just so happens that we are going to land in the next few days to fight the trolls. I think it is time to give you, the little chick, some meat and blood.

Want to go with me? "

"I followed the Wolf Cavalry in Nagrand and fought against the Breakers!"

Garrosh said unconvinced:

"I am not a warrior who has never seen blood."

"Really? Then why were you beaten so badly by the shield girls?"

Blake's eyes widened and he asked curiously:

"I think the difference in strength between Draenor's Breaker and Odin's Shieldmaiden is only a little bit, right?"

"you"

The stinky pirate's words made Shao Shaoxia want to smash his damn face with the ax in his hand. What does it mean that the Breaker and the Shield Girl are just a little bit different?

A hundred hunched Broken Ones might not be able to hurt a Shield Maiden, right?

The comparison between the two sides is almost the same as that between a giant and a child.

This is not an enemy of the same magnitude at all.

The opponents of the shield girls should be those ogre barbarians or Gronn cubs!

"Okay, there's no need to brag about your little combat experience in front of me. I also know that you are learning their skills from the shield girls, but your method is wrong."

Blake shook his head and said:

"The shield girls' fighting methods are based on their strong physical fitness and the strength advantage of the half-giants. If you don't have their brute strength, don't learn their fighting skills.

At your current speed, I'm afraid you'll be beaten to death by them before you learn.

If you really want to learn something, go to Lao Niu.

With his honest and honest character and his relationship with your father, he will teach you without reservation. But now, I need you to do me a favor, brave Orc boy. "

The pirate threw the mask in his hand to Garrosh and said:

"Take it with you, and I will give you some extra reward. You can go to the quartermaster and ask for armor and weapons."

"This is definitely not a good thing!"

Garrosh looked at the black troll mask in his hand, shook his body, and said warily:

"Maybe it's the voodoo stuff of those fallen arakkoa people. I've heard many stories like this in Nagrand. After wearing it, it will sacrifice my soul to the fallen evil god or something like that."

"No, no, no, this won't happen."

The smelly pirate took a sip of wine and explained seriously:

"At most, this will make you die suddenly on the spot, and you will not sacrifice your soul to the evil god. And if you are on my ship, even if you die, your soul will be captured by the ghost ship.

Don't worry, I'll find a way to bring you back to life.

Well, there is about a 80% chance that you can be resurrected successfully. "

"I don't wear it!"

Garrosh was furious when he heard this. He threw his mask to the ground and shouted:

"Isn't this just a trap, you villain!"

"Nonsense, of course it's a trap."

Black looked at the furious Garrosh with a strange look, and he said matter-of-factly:

"Otherwise, what would I do to you? Besides, why are you so angry? I paid you."

"Am I worth a suit of armor and an ax to you?"

Shao Shaoxia shouted with his eyes widened and cursed:

"If I couldn't beat you, I would really like to give you to you."

"What nonsense are you talking about, my poor Garrosh."

Blake understood the reason for the orc boy's anger. He shook his head helplessly, patted Garrosh on the shoulder and said softly:

"How can you be worth a suit of armor and a good ax in my eyes? You young man really don't understand me. A charitable person like me has always been very accurate in determining the value of people and things."

Young Master Ho's face looked better now.

But in the next moment, the pirate's tone turned cold in vain, like the cold wind blowing on Garrosh's neck. He said:

“You’re only worth an axe!

That armor is the extra premium I'm giving you for Hellscream's last name. So far, among the five orcs on board, you are the worst performer!

Agna has learned how to read sea charts, Sola has also been favored by the shield maiden leader and placed beside her as a guard serving tea and water. Dranosh works meticulously on the ship. My first mate has decided to give him an official of sailors' official duties.

The most inconspicuous Yolin Dead Eye has also used his intelligence to get in touch with the master warlock under my command, Evil Eye, and has become Evil Eye's apprentice.

Only you!

Don't do your job well!

Isn't it fun to be beaten every day by provoking the Shield Girl into fights all day long, but I can't beat them? You are a typical person who has a heart as high as the sky and a life as thin as paper.

If you continue to mess around like this, Garrosh, after a while I may decide that you are not even worth an axe.

I'm giving you a chance to make some contribution to the fleet.

Don't be ignorant. "

Black's fingers tightened on Garrosh's shoulders.

The shadows gathered like chains, making Shaoxia Hou's body stiffen for a moment. He seemed to be thrown into the abyss of the sea. The indifferent pressure made it difficult for him to breathe.

"I'll give you a chance to prove yourself in a few days."

Seeing the angry look on Garrosh's face, the stinky pirate relaxed his restraint, retracted his hand, and said seductively:

"The Shield Maidens will take five of you with them when they set out. They have to fight with a team of thirty people against the troll lunatics in a city. They need someone to kill them.

If you can kill more than five trolls, I will not let you clean the deck. I will enroll you in the Marine Corps and make you a warrior.

But first, you have to have your own weapons and armor, right? You can't go to the battlefield with a logging ax, right? "

His words made Garrosh hesitate.

Later, Shao Shaoxia saw Black gesture with his eyes at the troll mask at his feet, and Garrosh remembered that his hands were sore from wiping the deck for a while.

Maybe he really just needs a chance to prove that he is a qualified warrior.

He was not willing to stay and work on the Nagfar until the day when he could no longer straighten his waist.

Besides, Blake was right.

Since he arrived on the ship, his brothers and sisters have been taking care of him. Agna even secretly came over last night to apply medicine on his wounds, and persuaded him to accept the reality.

Own

It’s not like Shaoxia Ho doesn’t understand everything.

His life in Nagrand was not a good one. Because of Grom, the orc children he played with since childhood hated him, and some even called him the son of a butcher.

Growing up, he had only these four friends around him.

If they all accept the reality, maybe they should let go of the past and move forward.

"Okay, I'll wear it!"

Garrosh gritted his teeth, picked up the troll mask, and threw aside the ax in his hand. Before putting on the mask, he looked at Black and said melancholy:

"If I die, you have to promise me to take good care of my friends. They all have a bright future. They"

"Take me with you, why are you talking so much nonsense!"

Black reached out impatiently and put the mask on Garrosh's face. Who would have thought that Shao Shaoxia was such a sentimental child when he was young?

If they had known that they would not look for him, Yolin and Delanoche would definitely be more straightforward than him.

The pirates had promised the old orcs that they would take good care of them, so they would definitely not take their lives without warning. Garrosh's worries were unnecessary in the first place.

It can only be said that this orc boy is indeed immature and thinks too much.

As soon as the troll mask was put on, Garrosh's body immediately stiffened, and he opened his mouth and made a roaring sound, like a chicken with its neck cut off.

It was like a mysterious cult ritual was being carried out, as if the limbs were being lifted up by invisible threads and twitching in place.

Black watched in stunned silence as the masked Garrosh performed a troll-style kick dance in front of his eyes, and then stood up in a weird posture after performing a split on the spot.

The eyes under the mask opened, revealing a pair of blue flowing fire.

The guy in the mask stared at Blake, and after a long while he held back a sentence:

"You, you, you, why are you here! Do you know how long old Bwonsamdi has been waiting here for you? You bastard, old Bwonsamdi is tired of waiting.

quick!

Without further ado, let’s go to Zul’Farrak! Use your dark wisdom and evil power to wreak havoc! Kill every Sandfury Troll!

Don't miss one!

The madmen of Sandfury want to rebuild Mu'ezara's shrine. They want to summon the World Devourer into the material world. Old Bwonsamdi is trapped in the other world. This is the last way to communicate with the outside world.

Come on, Blake!

Why are you just standing there? Mu'ezala will not let you go once he comes back. He knows that it was you who revealed the location of Zul'Farrak's Death Shrine to me. He has vowed to squeeze out your magic essence to decorate it. His throne. "

"etc!"

Blake made a pause gesture and asked:

"How does Muezala know about me? I have no connection with the Father of Night at all."

"How else would you know?"

Old Bwonsamdi shrugged, rolled his eyes, and said in a long, malicious voice:

"Of course I told him."