Shadow Trails in Azeroth

"Snapped"

In the dark and voodoo-filled cabin of the Death, the ancient treasure chest was opened by Gaboa and Black.

This thing has weathered into disarray over time, but you can vaguely see the Tol'vir-style decoration on it.

After the box was opened, a hot breath hit his face.

But the strange thing is that this scorching heat is not just a flame, but also a prairie fire mixed with the power of wind. As soon as the treasure in the box appears, the temperature of Gaboa's captain's cabin rises rapidly.

"Cool! Look, such a gorgeous and luxurious scimitar is indeed worth all the money you paid for the greedy djinn."

Blake looked at the curved blade placed in the treasure chest with admiration.

This thing is a piece of art!

It has a gorgeous golden handle in the Tol'vir style, as if made of gold, and is dotted with red gems. The blade is shaped into a ten-finger blade, and the head of a roaring lion is shaped at the edge of the blade.

The blade part is slender and has an elegant arc. The blade has layers of cloud patterns, and the sharp blade can reflect Blake's handsome face.

The craftsman who made it did not pursue a weird blade shape, but adopted the oldest and most classic blade shape.

The curved blade is extremely good at cutting and slashing.

But that's not all.

An orange-red light like the sun lingers on the blade, and a high-temperature elemental blade is shaped outside the sharp blade. This flame does not come from fire, but from wind.

This is the manifestation of the power of the hot desert wind.

"There are rumors throughout the Endless Sea that Black Shaw is the top treasure appraiser. Why don't you help me appraise my new treasure sword?"

Gaboa's eyes were full of love and greed.

But now that he was a person with status, he made a very hypocritical gesture of "please" to Blake.

The pirates didn't refuse.

He stretched out his hand, grasped the handle of the knife with a gentle movement, took out the precious blade, and looked at it carefully before his eyes. The character card quickly gave the entry for this sword:

Name: Rohasi's Roar·Blade of the East Wind/Gift of the Desert·Hot Wind Scimitar

Quality: Excellent·Legendary【Wind Element Holy Object】

Attributes: slightly

Item effects:

1. The power of the east wind:

The power of Harothi, Lord of the East Wind, is imbued with the blade, which can grind the mightiest mountains into dust with its storms.

When wielding this sharp blade, there is a very high chance of triggering [Haloshi's Roar], which will cause a [cutting and crushing] effect on all enemies and buildings within ten yards, breaking all defenses and applying a [bleeding] state.

2. Hot air scimitar:

Every blow while wielding the blade will trigger the invasion of hot desert wind, causing [Blind], [Slow Down] and [Ignite] effects to all surrounding enemies.

Note that this effect only takes effect on the sword wielder who uses the power of wind.

Item description:

The wind in the desert has its own name.

"You're such a lucky bastard!"

Blake cursed.

He held the Blade of the East Wind and pulled out a scorching sword flower in his hand. The swirling orange wind of flames easily ignited Gaboa's desk, and its blazing prairie fire power made the troll's eyes shine.

The stinky pirate put away his sword in an elegant and handsome samurai posture, held the blade behind his back, and handed it to its new owner with both hands.

The generous gesture made Gaboa blink.

He was even ready to bargain with Blake.

After all, the stinky pirate just said it himself, the rules of the pirates are that everyone who sees it has his share. Now that he returned the sword to himself so generously, it made Gaboa a little uneasy.

Blake's generosity means that what he takes next must be amazing.

“This blade is one of the ‘Blades of the Four Winds’ made by Lord Ilmat, the legendary blacksmith of the Tol’vir people. Each sword represents a monstrous monarch of the spirit of the four winds.

The other three blades are held by the three tribes of the Tol'vir people as inherited sacred objects, while the Blade of the East Wind has long been lost in the long river of history.

Now, it's yours.

With the Blade of the East Wind, you can even recruit your crew among the fierce and skilled tol'vir, and any tol'vir villain who knows the legend of the Blade of the Four Winds will be willing to follow you. "

Blake said with emotion:

"You won twice tonight. I really envy your good luck."

"I earned this! I worked hard and this is the reward I deserve."

Gaboa reached out to take the sharp blade, and unceremoniously inserted the Dongfeng Blade into the gem scabbard on his waist.

His original ruby ​​sword, which was so gorgeous that it was almost vulgar, was also a very good weapon. It was a burial object he had stolen from the Zandalari King's tomb, and now it was also inserted backhand into the other side of the cursed pirate king's belt.

From today on, Gaboa is also a "double sword style" pirate.

"Then let's get down to business."

Black took a few steps back and sat on Gaboa's captain's chair. This action made the troll pirate raise his eyebrows, but he was quickly relieved.

If I'm in a good mood tonight, I won't be like this stinky pirate who deliberately messes with people's mentality.

"How much do you know about the Eternal Wind Legion?"

Black asked while holding a dwarf pipe in his mouth.

Gaboa shrugged and said:

"Definitely not as much as you. The money I spent on the Zandalari troll priests was not enough to learn all the secrets about the wind elements. In Zandalari, all knowledge is expensive.

And I happened to be strapped for money at that time.

But I know that you will definitely reveal the answer for me, so say it, my friend, I am listening carefully. "

"You have to pay to get knowledge from me, bastard, don't think about it for free."

Blake curled his lips and said:

"The Eternal Wind Legion is different from the Hydraxia Legion. The organizational form of the wind elements is unique among the four elements. They do not have a particularly clear distinction between superiors and subordinates, and internal military rank promotions are chaotic.

The reason for all this is that the Everwind Legion is commanded by the Lords of the Four Winds under the Wind Rider, and each faction has different strengths.

To advance within it, you have to choose a faction. "

Having said this, Blake glanced at the hot wind scimitar on Gaboa's waist and said:

"When the legendary blacksmith of To'vir was forging his Four Winds Blade, he used a very cunning plan to trick the Lord of the Four Winds into pouring his own power into the blade.

So, you now have two options.

First, give the hot wind scimitar you just got to the Eastwind Lord Harosi. The Eastwind Lord will be very happy to get back the power that was defrauded, and he may upgrade you to three levels in a row.

There is no need to doubt the authenticity of this reward.

Wind elementals are a group of casual guys who don't like to follow rules. "

"I reject!"

The greedy Gaboa protected the sword at his waist and shouted:

"I don't like giving my things to strangers. Isn't this equivalent to working for the Djinn in vain? I hate this kind of sacrifice."

"Well, so you have to choose the second suggestion."

The pirate snorted in a long voice, flicked his fingers and said:

"The four wind lords compete for power with each other, and they are not friendly to each other. The majestic and powerful east wind lord has his own political opponent, the cold, cunning and vicious lord of the north wind, Nihil.

These two guys are completely opposite from their style of behavior to their strength attributes.

As a possessor of the Blade of the East Wind, you will be put to good use immediately if you join Nihil. The Lord of the North Wind will regard you as a trump card to mock political opponents.

But you have to understand that once you make this choice, it means that you will be completely hostile to Lord Dongfeng.

Your enemies will not only be the elements other than the air elemental, but you will also have to be wary of vicious backstabbing from your own people. Let me tell you, the air elementals are experts at fighting among themselves.

It's better to be careful about the hot wind blowing from your back than the enemy designated by the Wind Rider. "

"This sounds good. The freezing wind is more effective in naval battles."

Gaboya rubbed his chin and quickly made his choice.

He looked at Blake and said sincerely:

“Thank you for the reminder, my dear friend, do you have any other similar “career advice” for me?”

"Of course, I have. The two suggestions I just gave you are just to whet your appetite. The real highlight is yet to come, which will be dedicated by my outstanding dark wisdom."

The smelly pirate took a sip of wine and said to the wide-eyed Gaboa:

"But do you think I'm going to tell you this out of thin air? Pay for it, bastard, are you so slow and waiting for me to show kindness?"

"whispering sound!"

The troll pirate snorted in dissatisfaction.

He banged the voodoo grimoire he had always carried around his waist in front of the pirates and said:

"See it for yourself, but you are not allowed to take it away. This thing is my lifeblood. You have to sign a contract with me and you cannot spread it everywhere."

"Simple."

Black didn't care about a pact at all.

As Old Merry commented, his flexible moral bottom line prevents most contracts from taking effect on him. Making a vow to keep a promise is as easy and simple as taking a sip of wine.

Not to mention that the oath witness Gaboa found was actually Black's "old friend" Bwonsamdi, which made the stinking pirate and Bwonsamdi laugh out loud at the same time.

He began to leaf through Gaboa's grimoire.

Ten minutes later, Black raised his head and looked at the troll pirate with a strange look. He said:

"I admit, I underestimated you before. Did you modify and complete Zemlan's 'Road to Godhood' back then?"

"That's right."

All the secrets he kept at the bottom of the box were revealed to Black, and Gaboa had nothing to hide.

He took out a bottle of troll's voodoo wine from his hand, poured himself a glass, and then stroked his cheek, looking out the window at the dark night sea that was about to dawn.

He whispered:

"I went to Dalaran to get involved in that mess just to get the knowledge about voodoo magic in the Book of Medivh. I admit that I was gambling, but it turned out that I was right.

I abandoned the Amani clan and received from you what I lacked.

The human astral mage is indeed the most powerful spellcaster in the past thousands of years. He has given a new interpretation to the troll voodoo system from his perspective.

Relying on that interpretation, I found a way to reshape my body and restore my vitality while possessing Bwonsamdi's curse of immortality. I also completed the final piece of Zemlan's failed plan. "

Gaboa took a sip of voodoo wine, looked back at Blake, pointed at his cheek and said:

"I know you all had questions when you met me, why does this troll pirate look so much like a snake? The answer is simple, because I am a snake now."

The cursed pirate king Jie Jie sneered twice. Under Blake's gaze, his humanoid body quickly transformed into a bright red venomous desert cobra like a druid's transformation magic.

It was so huge that it lingered around the entire captain's room when it was coiled up. It wrapped Blake in its slender snake body, and then waved its head and stared down at Blake with a calm face.

He whispered the snake message in a rustling voice and continued speaking in human language:

"On the condition of retrieving the Surtasi Keystone, I exchanged the unhatched offspring snake eggs left in the temple by the mysterious mistress Setalis from the snake-man Unbelieving Emperor.

I used this sacred object with divine blood to reshape my body and correct my decayed soul.

I was truly resurrected.

Do you know why Zemlan failed when he was only one step away from becoming a god? It's because he is missing this link! "

Gaboya laughed and said:

"How can the flesh and blood of ordinary people carry the power of divinity? Those powers come from the authority of life, and are so heavy that their spines will be broken if they come in contact with them.

In your human terms, if you want to wear a crown, you must bear its weight!

Zemran's plan was almost perfect, but he failed to find a pure body of divinity for himself before defrauding Bwonsamdi, which doomed him to failure.

But I've made up for it.

My divine body is strong and pure, like a beautifully shaped Holy Grail, ready to receive the holy wine of power. I only need to find a suitable opportunity to ignite the divine fire of life and ascend to the kingdom of Loa. They are equal! "

The venomous giant desert cobra in front of him lowered his scaly head and stared into Blake's eyes.

He said:

“You made a promise to me, my friend and nemesis Black.

You promised me that within two months you would give me hope of becoming a god. I can see your disdain for Loa from your eyes. You obviously don't think Loa is the real god in your heart.

You are so arrogant and so ambitious.

But it doesn't matter.

These powers that you disdain are already the end of life that all ambitious trolls long for.

I am a troll, and I too aspire to achieve the Loa.

You have to help me!

As long as you help me fulfill my long-cherished wish, I can turn all my hatred for you into firewood and burn it, and we can become true friends after I become a god."

"Al'Akir won't be happy to hear what you say."

Blake looked at the snake body wrapped around him. He raised his skull jug and said to Gaboa:

"The Wind Rider doesn't want to see an ambitious demigod subordinate. It will feel that it can't control you."

"Who cares what it thinks?"

Gaboa's body returned to its troll pirate form.

The old pirate sneered, raised his voodoo wine glass towards Black, and struck the wind with the smelly pirate's wine bottle, making a crisp sound.

He sneered and said:

"I'm learning from you, my dear Blake, I just regard these arrogant and arrogant elements as a step forward, and I won't be stupid enough to be completely tied to them.

They were losers in the past and are destined to have little success in the future. I will not sell my soul to them!

Now, I have revealed my secret to you.

It's your turn to repay me. "