Shadow Trails in Azeroth

Chapter 1006 102. Is there something wrong with your brains, trolls? ——Additional update【810】

"this?"

"No, just get rid of it."

"what about this?"

"still none."

"We should have this, right? He is a warrior who can make me feel a little bit troublesome."

"Such things can make you feel troublesome? Should I advise you not to be so indulgent and quickly find your own strength? Neither of these!"

"Is this thing so rare?"

Amidst Old Man Sakir's angry complaints, the most elite Sandfury executioner was hit in the head by a burst of soul fire from him.

His entire cheek and facial bones were melted, and he fell onto the execution platform without saying a word.

Next to the old man, there were many elite warriors of the Sand Fury Troll lying in disorder. They were all captured from everywhere by the demons of the Enlightenment and sent here for "experimentation".

As for what tests to do?

Just look at Blake, who is sitting on a stone drinking wine with a helpless and unhappy look on his face.

Of course it's an anima extraction test.

Old man Sakir personally experienced the magic of the blessing of the heart, and immediately became keenly interested in this knowledge of the dead.

Although the stinky pirate has repeatedly emphasized that other beings other than him cannot sense, let alone capture the power of the mind, Tha'kiel still does not give up.

As the most famous enlightener master of Argus, he believes that all powers have traces. It's not that they can't be used, but he just hasn't found a clue to study them.

Unfortunately, anima is as rare as the old Bwonsamdi described. Black's magic eye did not find any sign of the existence of anima among the dozen or so elite trolls who were captured.

He had to explain the origin of anima to Thal'kiel again.

"As I said, it is a power similar to skill upgrading. It is different in form from other powers that can be perceived and used.

That's more of a spiritual energy.

After you receive the 'quicksand core', you should be able to feel the details of Sandwalker Sur's manipulation of the desert and all the magic details.

It was a bunch of memories. "

The smelly pirate took a sip of wine and emphasized as if giving a lecture:

"A memory that allows you to learn and become stronger. It is absolutely correct to say that it is the knowledge of the dead. Memory is very important to the undead.

Only they can master powers they have never encountered before by reading the memories of others.

Don't try it.

You can't understand its form unless you die once, but I think Dean Lanyue and Old Meili should be able to understand this. They are essentially undead. "

"I am also an undead! Although I have been contaminated by evil energy, your statement is really not magical at all!"

Thakir held his skull chin with his fingers, stared at Blake with the soul fire in his eyes, and said:

"You are a living life, why can you control it? Did you also die once?"

"Maybe this is talent?"

The pirate shrugged and said:

"You know talent is something that others never envy. Hush, someone is coming, don't talk too much. I'm warning you, I don't want anyone to know about my magical ability yet."

"whispering sound"

The old man stretched out his hand and pulled his hood, hiding his skeletal face.

Soon, the figure of the little star fell from the sky. The elegant and beautiful blue body turned into a human form when it was about to touch the execution platform. Fenna, who was still stained with blood on her body, landed in front of Blake.

Both beautiful girls were very happy.

"Look what I found?"

Fenner happily waved a simple and weird one-handed sword in her hand to show off to Blake.

That thing is a typical troll-style sword. It does not have a blade in the traditional sense. It looks more like a wide double-edged machete. There is a V-shaped gap in front of the blade for breaking armor.

This unique shape makes this sword incredibly powerful when slashing at close range.

Moreover, there are the sacrificial runes of the trolls on the ancient sword, which is very simple and elegant, adding a mysterious color to the sword.

"I just tried it."

Fenner wiped the blood on her cheek and said to Blake:

"As long as it is stained with blood, the special power of this sword can be activated. It is very powerful, although it is a bit ugly. It took a lot of effort for me to defeat the War Warlord of the Sandfury Troll.

That Antusul is so cunning. He tamed several golden desert lizards in his cave and almost petrified me there. I was very angry at the time, so I used the Enemy Breaker Sword Technique.

Very useful!

Coupled with the divine power of courage, he and his lizard were chopped to death with just a few swords. "

"Good, you've got Sansas the Counter."

Blake admired the ancient troll sword in Fenner's hand and said:

"Chief Sandfury has died in my hands. Once the water fortune teller Veresa opens the chief's treasure house for you, you will be able to get another sword. Today is destined to be your harvest day."

"Then what are you waiting for? Let's go find her quickly."

Fenner inserted the troll sword in her hand into the weapon buckle of her belt and said excitedly:

"The powerful characters in Zul'Farrak have been almost wiped out, and I still want to see how powerful the Sandfury Holy Beast that Veresa has been singing about is.

Didn't you say it was a Loa? "

"Then you'll probably be disappointed."

Blake curled his lips and said:

"Gazrilla is not as majestic and powerful as you think. She can be regarded as the worst Loa in Azeroth. Old Garni is much luckier than it."

After saying that, the pirate looked towards Little Star again.

Because tonight the desire to be majestic as a dragon was satisfied, the little star was also in a happy mood.

He was now standing on the high edge of the execution platform, holding a dwarf camera in his hand and snapping photos of the burning night scene of Zul'Farrak.

Blake noticed that there was a large, exquisite thick-cover book hanging on Little Star's waist. It should be the diary she used to record her "great adventure career."

"Then, I'm curious, how would His Highness Little Star describe his adventure tonight?"

The smelly pirate said in a strangely long voice:

"Is this the story of the wise and mighty Blue Dragon Princess commanding her weak but handsome human servants, as well as the vrykul shieldmaidens who admire her majesty and follow her voluntarily, into the city of evil trolls to uphold justice?"

"Stop talking about the bravery of His Royal Highness Blue Dragon's loyal Storm Dragon bodyguards! And the classic scene where the Sand Fury Troll tried to use evil methods to shoot down His Highness Little Star, but was seen through by His wise Highness."

Little Xingxing turned around, waved her finger proudly and satisfied, and said:

"But for human wisdom, it is quite good to be able to come up with such a story line. It seems that you are also very talented. My servant Black, are you interested in creating an epic adventure story with His Highness?

I graciously allow you to be the second author of my adventure stories. "

"Forget it, forget it, I can't do this, it gives me a headache just hearing code words and stuff like that."

Blake waved his hands and said:

"How can I, who is so rude, dare to rob His Highness Xingxing of his glory? You are here to take pictures while we go to see the deep pool of the Sandfury Trolls and their sacred beasts."

"Of course we're going together."

Little Star smiled and took Blake's arm, swung it back and forth and said:

"I haven't seen a living Loa yet, so I will definitely need to take two more illustrations for my upcoming travel story, not counting old Garni!

That guy has no dignity as a Loa. "

"What are you waiting for?"

Blake made a serious face and said to Little Star:

"Hurry up and turn into a giant dragon to carry us there. The city of Sand Fury is so big, do we have to run across it?"

"You think beautifully!"

Her Royal Highness Blue Dragon suddenly became angry, she waved her fist and said:

"You can't even think of riding me. The noble blue dragon will not allow a lowly human to ride on my head."

"Danfenna"

Just as Blake was about to refute, he was interrupted fiercely by Little Xingxing. The latter pulled Fenner to his side, pointed at Fenner's round eyes and said:

"She is different, she is my honorary dragon guardian! When I become the Queen of Magic, I will let Fenna be my 'Hand of the Dragon King'.

She is a pure girl, unlike you, a bad guy who is full of darkness. Who knows what nasty and bad things you will do to me while I am driving you? "

"My evil apprentice wants to do bad things, and he still needs to wait until you give him a lift?"

Old man Sachir, who had been watching the little star's show, sneered. He moved his burning jawbone and said:

"Poor little dragon, you'd better stay away from him. With how evil and filthy he is, even a brief handshake and touch are enough to make you pregnant with a baby dragon.

You are still a child. "

Hearing Thal'kiel's malicious threat, Little Star shook his hand, threw away Blake's hand and glared at him fiercely, then pulled Fenner and flew towards the holy beast area of ​​Zul'Farrak City.

The stinky pirate raised his middle finger to Sachiel, who was laughing arrogantly, and then opened the Shadow Gate again after confirming the landing point.

The blood-red stream of light swirled around Blake, converging the shadows and emptying the space. Then, as the light exploded into a coquettish curtain of blood, it wrapped the pirate and disappeared.

Thal'kiel didn't leave here.

The old man had no interest in weak holy beasts. After Black left, he waved his hand to summon his carefully selected demons and made a gesture to them.

Soon, the evil chewing sound echoed on the execution platform.

Blake's false warlock didn't know how to cultivate his own demons. In addition to the supply of souls, fresh and powerful flesh and blood were also necessary for the growth of demons.

Or maybe he knew and just didn't want his demon to become a raging cannibal.

But it doesn’t really matter.

For Blake now, the role that several demon servants can play in his battle is very limited. In other words, they can no longer keep up with this new version of the combat power system.

It's time for them to withdraw from the environment.

Maybe it will be sent to the Hall of Honor to be treasured for people to watch and collect tickets.

On the other side, beside the sacred pool of Zul'Farrak, a large group of followers of the Sandfury Holy Beast Gaz'rilla are kneeling and praying beside the huge pool, led by the water diviner Veresa and several other water diviners. .

At a time when the entire city was in chaos, only the area near the sacred pool remained calm and peaceful.

Whether it was giant dragons, shield maidens, or demons attacking the city, they all deliberately avoided this place, causing the panicked Sand Fury civilians to flood into this "safe zone".

The long-forgotten faith seemed to be re-remembered in the sudden fear tonight. Just like their ancestors, these Sandfury Trolls began to sincerely pray to the holy beast to obtain its protection.

Seeing more and more people kneeling down to worship, water fortune teller Veresa couldn't hold back the tears in her eyes for a while.

How many years!

Gazrilla's faith has been in decline as its power has weakened. It has been many years since there has been such a grand prayer! Even in the Temple of Loa on Zandalari, there is no longer a shrine for Gaz'rilla.

The Loa she believed in was about to be expelled, but fortunately, as a loyal priest, she seized the last chance to make a comeback.

Although the vicious betrayal cannot be praised, let the priests bear the blame. The holy beast of Sandfury will surely rise again!

"let's start!"

The water fortune teller Veresa, who still had various scars on her body, wiped her tears and gave instructions to the old but equally excited old priest behind her with red eyes.

The latter worked hard to straighten his back, picked up an ancient black gavel from the servant's hand, and walked to the edge of the sacred pool amidst the increasingly loud calls of the believers.

There stands an ancient and incomplete giant metal gong, which is a traditional instrument used by the trolls for sacrifices.

The old priest shouted Gazrilla's name, raised the mallet in his hand, and struck the giant gong with all his strength. Amidst the low reverberation like the collision of sea water, ripples echoed on the calm sacred pool.

Another humming of giant beasts came from underwater, like an ancient sleeper being awakened.

Amidst the exclamations of Little Star and Fenna who were watching not far away, a huge blue-white head lifted up from the pool.

It was like a giant snake that resembled a dragon, with a towering backbone and a dauntingly large mouth. The sharp teeth that penetrated up and down the open mouth were gleaming with lightning.

The huge body emerged from the pool bit by bit, and under Fenner's wide-eyed gaze, Gazrilla's second head also emerged from the water, and then the third.

Three terrifying heads were juxtaposed. In the turbulence of the water, six pairs of eyes looked around, and then raised proudly in the lightning curtain emerging from the blue thunder surging on the water.

The three heads let out a low roar at the same time, causing heavy frost to fall on the desert land. The body covered with fine scales emerged from the water, and two thick legs supported the huge beast.

And its big tail, which is as long as its body and neck, also rolls up mist in the water.

Except for having no wings, Gazrilla who finally appeared almost completely overlapped with a certain classic image in the mind of the stinky pirate, and even the strength attributes were the same.

They all release lightning, right?

They all have three heads, right?

They all look a lot like dragons, right?

Their three heads all fight with each other. Well, that's not right, Gazrilla's three heads don't fight, they are in harmony.

"I cannot understand the strange thinking of these sandfury trolls at all."

Blake admired the majestic appearance of the Sandfury Holy Beast in front of him, and whispered to the two beautiful girls beside him:

"This Gazrilla is obviously a sea beast, but the Sand Fury Troll insisted on raising it in the desert for nearly ten thousand years. Can its power not weaken?"

"Stupid pirate, it's trapped!"

Little Xingxing, who was taking photos crazily, turned around and corrected:

"I have seen the world before the War of the Ancients in the Demonic Nexus. The Tanaris Desert was originally an area close to the sea. It was the Earth-shattering of the Ancient War that turned this place into a desert.

Just look at its size. It can't go to the sea from here on its own. The desert can't bear its weight, and it can't fly. "

"You know everything, how can I not know?"

The stinky pirate reached out and struck Little Star on the head, and said with a straight face:

"I'm just joking. It's fine if you don't laugh. You want to educate me on this. Are you really stupid, or are you pretending to be stupid? Give me the abyss crown around your neck."

"What do you want to do?"

Little Xingxing carefully covered her beloved necklace and said:

"This thing is mine, you gave it to me! It's mine."

"Do you want a crown, or do you want the rise of a magical legion?"

Blake said with a straight face:

"Although Gazrilla looks like a three-headed snake, in fact, like Baku, it can also be regarded as a dragon. Don't you want to expand the majesty of the magic army?

Do you want a demigod for you?

Although it is extremely weak, the foundation of the demigod is still there. Using the Abyss Crown can temporarily restore some strength to it, and I think it needs your help now.

What do you think? "

"Ha, so that's it."

Little Xingxing immediately took off her precious necklace with a smile on her face, threw it to the pirate, and said:

"Then go quickly!"

"You tired human servant, hurry up and serve the great cause of His Majesty the Star!"