Shadow Trails in Azeroth

Garrosh dragged his tired body out of the captain's cabin. The brown orc boy couldn't remember what happened after he put on that weird mask.

His thoughts were chaotic, and he only remembered that a greasy voice occupied his mind, as if it had expelled his soul and replaced it.

It was quite a scary experience.

Young Hero Ho once suspected that he would not survive and would be sacrificed by the evil pirates to the weird evil god. However, it turns out that not every weird thing longs for souls.

He was finally released, and the evil-hearted captain gave him a note asking him to take it to the mechagnomes to get weapons and armor, and also told him to have a good rest and prepare to participate in the attack on Zul'Farrak.

Garrosh had no idea where Zul'Farrak was or what the name meant, but he knew he had finally seized the opportunity.

Although my body was as painful and exhausted as if I had stayed up late for five days and five nights in a row, and I wished I could just fall asleep right now, my spirit was very uplifting.

He can finally be a warrior instead of a deck-wiping coolie!

This may be a beautiful thing.

He must quickly tell his friends this "inside information" that he paid for with his life, so that they can also prepare. The five orc boys and girls from another world must shine on this battlefield and open up their own. legendary story.

However, the high-spirited Young Master Ho didn't think of a problem at all.

The harder he works to prove himself, the more he devotes himself to the cause of the stinky pirates.

Even on the day they first boarded the ship, the five orcs had agreed not to give in, but it turned out that their persistence was meaningless in front of the stinky pirates.

Blake has a lot of ways to make people who don't obey him willingly give their loyalty to him.

After absorbing enough "life force" from Garrosh, the divine mask belonging to old Bwonsamdi can finally exist on its own without a host.

The stinky pirate in the cabin had just given away his Thalqir skull "pendant", and now he had another troll mask hanging crookedly beside him.

"Wow, your men really have their own unique skills."

Bwonsamdi shook his mask in the air and sighed sincerely:

"Although that orc boy is very immature, his vitality is really tenacious and his blood is full of energy. If an ordinary person is sucked away by me like this, he will at least become seriously ill.

But the kid just yawned a few times and let it pass like a normal person.

With such a physique, he will sooner or later become one of the most fearsome warriors in Azeroth, and he is already at your disposal. Is this what’s so scary about prophets?

Teach me, friend, I also want such an excellent subordinate. "

"Don't you have it?"

Black, who was sitting on the captain's chair and took out a blank scroll to record his anima knowledge, glanced at Bwonsamdi's mask and said:

"My good friend and mortal enemy Captain Gaboa named his flagship 'Death'. As a bastard who roamed the world seven thousand years ago, I don't think he chose the name casually.

And I learned from my sources that Gaboa has returned from the cursed skeleton posture to a strong flesh and blood body. This is not something that can be done casually with a few magics.

After all, it was you who unleashed his curse.

So, let’s be honest, is he your minion? "

"Of course. No."

Old Bwonsamdi let out a weird, sharp laugh. His signature long-sounding laugh had a sarcastic feel to it, making Black want to pick up a knife and smash this bastard thing.

However, the Troll Death is now under the control of others and does not dare to use full force even if it is a taunt.

After admiring Blake's unhappy look, he explained:

"Really not! The relationship between old Bwonsamdi and Gaboa is just a cooperative relationship. At first you said you were going to transport the souls of troll heroes to my Hades, but it turned out that you were a bad person.

You go around making trouble and causing trouble, but you don't do the right thing. I am also afraid of the enemies you provoke, so I have always wanted to distance myself from you.

But your suggestion is good. Old Bwonsamdi thought about it for several days and felt that I really need some 'professionals' to select those outstanding souls for me to fill my little kingdom.

At this time, Gaboa took the initiative to come to the door.

That bad boy is learning from you, there's no doubt about it.

The best thing is that he learned it well. He signed a contract with me, asking me to help him reshape the content of the death curse. In exchange, he would bring me the souls of those troll heroes.

He is much more dedicated than you. In the past few months, my palace has been very busy! New souls arrive every half month.

Unfortunately, the good times did not last long.

Alas, old Bwonsamdi is so unlucky. Every time he encounters a good thing and doesn't enjoy it, bad things happen one after another, but I'm used to those bad things. "

Having said this, Bwonsamdi looked at Black up and down, and he said with a sour taste:

"To be honest, if old Bwonsamdi didn't still have so much dignity, I would really want to kneel down and lick you like old Garni.

That trash guy is awesome now.

I heard that in addition to the original priesthoods of 'begging', 'collection' and 'patron saint of the humble', which no one valued, it also received the two priesthoods of 'promise keeping' and 'postal delivery'.

That guy has been unlucky and humble for tens of thousands of years. Within two years of meeting you, his luck has been reduced to a mess. Now he is almost out of the level of a weak Loa.

You are such a good friend. "

"That is, I am the most generous to my friends, provided you are really willing to be my friend."

Black glanced at Bwonsamdi.

He rubbed his chin and said:

"Seeing you in such a state of decline, I began to think that you are a good investment target. This person always has to go through troughs to understand himself better. Only after you understand your shortcomings will you think of lowering your posture and seeking for more. help.

We can indeed work together, my dear Bwonsamdi.

In fact, I won’t hide it from you, I have been planning something very, very exciting related to trolls, I want it.”

The stinky pirate suddenly stopped talking and looked ahead.

His beloved parasaurus jumped out of the air and was about to give the captain a passionate kiss when he suddenly noticed a strange mask floating next to him. He immediately straightened his back and assumed a businesslike posture.

She said to Blake:

"Captain, the troll we captured earlier has awakened. She wants to see you and says she has something important to report, related to Zul'Farrak."

"Look, isn't the leading party coming now?"

Blake laughed, leaned on his chair, nodded to the first mate, and said:

"Bring her here."

Sephiel turned around and left very ably. After she disappeared, old Bwonsamdi said coquettishly:

"Oh, what a beautiful love, how romantic, what a ghost, even the undead exude a sour smell. Black Shaw, I admit that I underestimated you.

You have quite a complex taste. "

"Shut up if you can't speak."

The stinky pirate put on a serious face and said:

"We have a very innocent relationship. Why do you think it's so mean when you say such nonsense?"

"Can you not be mean?"

Old Bwonsamdi hummed a few times and said:

"I'm not bragging. I had several very romantic relationships back then. Even Shadra was my little lover. It wasn't until I discovered that she wanted to kill me one time that I put away the danger. game.

I don't even have to guess what happened between you and your first mate.

No wonder I felt a very strange thing on your boat. It turned out to be prepared for her. That's all right, my dear Blake Shaw.

You see, I really need a temporary body now, why not"

The troll Death said to Black very shamelessly:

"I actually don't recommend putting more things in your body, and I can also be very fiery. Maybe this relationship can make you trust me more?

I am willing to pay more for our friendship. "

"vomit"

The pirate made a vomiting motion to the side and said:

"That's enough, Bwonsamdi. You can abandon Loa's dignity and say such things to prove your sincerity! But don't disgust me, please."

"Jie Jie Jie"

Old Bwonsamdi let out a long series of squeaking sounds.

It can be said that he is being mean to hide his inner loneliness and pain, but it is also possible that it is because this guy has a bad personality.

In short, a few minutes later, Seifer walked into the cabin with the severely frostbitten Shanu water fortune teller. The latter still had shackles and chains on his frostbitten wrists, and there were whip marks on his neck. It seems that in the past few days, I have been bullied by the gangsters on the ship.

After seeing Black, the female troll shrank her neck.

After seeing the weird troll mask floating next to Blake, she was so frightened that she fell to her knees and screamed loudly:

"Ah, Bwonsamdi, don't take me away"

"Hey, this is a Loa priest. He can actually tell my divine power at a glance."

Old Bwonsamdi also said something in surprise. His mask floated next to the trembling female troll. He circled her a few times and said disdainfully:

"Priest of a weak beast that is about to be unable to maintain Loa's godhood, no wonder the divine power in you is so weak that it cannot be distinguished. Isn't Gazrela's pathetic beast not dead yet?"

"The Holy Beast. The Holy Beast is very weak, but it keeps persevering."

The water fortune teller Veresa originally asked to see Black in order to earn a living as a leader, and also thought that she could bargain with the stinky pirates. However, when she saw the mask of the troll Death God as soon as she came in, her little thoughts suddenly flew out of her mind.

There was no need for Blake to ask anymore. The frightened water fortune teller spoke out all his thoughts.

Bwonsamdi is just a mysterious existence to outsiders, but to trolls, the reputation of this bad-tempered god of death is very scary.

Veresa shook her body and said:

"I heard from the evil warlock Zalak that you are going to invade Zul'Farrak. I can surrender and I can dedicate my power to you.

And all I pray for is for you to help the holy beast of Sandfury.

Sandcrawler Sur obtained the magic that extracts the divine power of Loa from the evil priests of Zandalar. He has convinced Chief Ukozi to offer the sacred beast that has protected us for tens of thousands of years as a sacrifice to the desert.

He wants to extract the power of the holy beast to create the divine warrior of the Sandfury clan.

The few remaining Gazrela priests and I argued with him, and Sur gave us a choice. He asked us to take back the Abyss Crown and help Gazrela regain her strength.

Or kill the sacred beast.

He declared that a weakened beast could no longer protect Sandfury, and that rather than continue to feed it with precious water supplies, it would be better to use its declining strength before it died.

This is a betrayal!

This is blasphemy! "

The water fortune teller is a very sincere priest, which can be seen from her increasingly angry tone.

She lay on the ground and said to Blake:

"Although my fellow priests are gradually declining in Zul'Farrak and no longer have the influence they once had, at least we still have a group of followers who will never abandon us.

We can serve as your internal agents, evil and great captains, and we can help you conquer Zul'Farrak. We have only one request.

The holy beast cannot die!

That was the final glory of the Sandnu clan. "

"What a great reason to surrender."

Blake slapped the table and said in ancient troll language:

"The pinnacle is born with false support, and the dusk witnesses the loyal believers. I agree. You go and prepare, water fortune teller. I will let Zarak bring a group of people to cooperate with you.

I don’t need you to disrupt the city from the inside, that would be too difficult for you.

I have only one request.

You must control the city around the holy pool and hold on until my men arrive. Do you know the legend of the Lasher of the Sandfury Troll?

Who owns those two ancient swords? "

"Susas?"

The water fortune teller raised his head in shock and looked at Blake.

The legend of the Sandfury Divine Sword has always been rumored only near Tanaris. The other troll clans simply do not believe that the Sandfury clan, which has long been in decline, still has such an artifact in its hands.

But as a Loa priest of the Sandfuru clan, Veresa knew that the legend of the Lasher was true.

She had even seen two ancient swords separated.

However, that is the foundation of the Shanu clan, if it is given out like this.

Faced with Blake's inquiry, the water fortune teller hesitated for a long time, but finally she looked at the troll mask next to Blake and seemed to have made up her mind. She said:

"I know, I have seen that two divine swords are hidden in the treasure troves of the chiefs and warlords. It is a secret location that only a few senior people in Sandfury know.

Great Captain, after the safety of the sacred beasts is guaranteed, I will personally dedicate them to you together with the wealth accumulated by the Sandfuru clan for thousands of years. "

"very good."

Blake heard the implication of the water fortune teller's words, but he didn't care. He just waved his hand and asked her to go down and prepare.

After watching Veresa limping out of the captain's cabin, Black turned to look at Bwonsamdi and said:

"Look at how desolate Gazrilla is, but she still has such a loyal priest in her hands. Look at you! Tsk, tsk, some lonely old Loa is really embarrassing."

"Indifferent death never needs worship and following. The stinky pirates who don't understand these are the most miserable."

Bwonsamdi retorted:

"But the Sandfuru clan is notoriously stubborn. Maybe it's a good idea to find new priests among them. You promised before that you would give Zul'Farrak to me as the new Hades Palace. .”

"Zul'Farrak is nothing, it's just an abandoned desert city."

Black curled his lips and despised Bwonsamdi's short-sightedness. He took out the chart, touched the direction of the North Sea, and said:

"Take a long-term view. You will have a royal city as the temple of Hades in the future. The premise is that you must always be my friend. Come on, teach me the knowledge of anima.

Let me see what secrets this knowledge of the dead holds. "