Shadow Trails in Azeroth

"The Lord of the Four Winds will not be in glory for long."

In the cabin of the Death, Blake sipped his drink and whispered:

"Al'Akir wants to start an elemental war. The Wind God is obviously not as concerned about the future of this world as the Poseidon, and its neurotic brain will push it into despair sooner or later.

But for a long time in the past, the power of the Sky Wall has been controlled by the Lord of the Four Winds. If the Wind Rider wants to unify its forces to prepare for war, it means that it must first take back its power.

In this case, no matter which Lord of the Four Winds you surrender to, you will not have much time left. "

He looked at Gaboa in front of him.

He saw the light called ambition in the troll's eyes and said:

"Of course, you can complete the mission of the Eternal Wind Legion step by step and accumulate merit points bit by bit to be promoted, but that will take a lot of time.

The elementals are oblivious to the passage of time, but time is not generous to us mere mortals.

Or, you could try to take a dangerous path.

Do what you do best. "

"I do not really understand."

Gaboa blinked, pretending to be stupid and said:

"My brain is not as good as yours. Please be considerate of a 7,000-year-old demented old troll. I look like a fool in front of you. So, speak directly."

"You're going to play pretend, right?"

Blake snorted.

He stood up and said to Gaboa:

"Which one sounds better, the Breeze Baron of the Eternal Wind Legion? Or is the title of Gaboa, Lord of the North Wind, cooler? You have a hot wind scimitar in your hand, don't you?

The Lord of the East Wind hates the coldness of the north wind, and you can use the deadly and scorching wind to melt the ice, and then dedicate this glorious victory to your opponent, and at the same time be more loyal to the wind rider Aura who needs strength. Keir.

The ruthless monarch never cares about the life and death of his useless subordinates.

As long as it gets what it needs, as long as you can wage a war for it.

Did I make it clear enough? "

"It's too risky."

Gaboa shook his head and said:

"My power is obviously insufficient. Although the Lords of the Four Winds are not as powerful as the Wind Riders, they are also real elemental demigods. I am just..."

"That's your problem."

Blake patted Gaboa on the shoulder and said:

"I'm only responsible for making suggestions. You have to do the work. You can also hire me, but I doubt you can afford the price, so figure it out yourself."

After saying that, the pirate was about to walk to the captain's room, but before he could take a step, he felt his leg being hugged.

He looked down and saw Gaboa hugging his legs with a flattering face and begging shamelessly:

"Help people to the end, my dear Blake! Didn't I promise to help you open the last section of the South China Sea trade route? We are our own people now.

Instead of using your dark wisdom to help your own people, why should you dedicate it to your enemies?

How can there be such truth in the world? "

"Get up! You have no dignity at all!"

Blake's eyes twitched and he cursed:

"Let me go! What the hell does this look like!"

"Don't let me go! Unless you show me a clear way."

Gaboa hugged the pirate's legs tightly, shook his head and said:

"You are the best at conspiracy. I want to seek help from professionals. Let's talk. If you want me to work hard for you, you have to give me some sweetness."

"Isn't the sweetness I gave you enough?"

Blake struggled to free his legs. He took out his handkerchief and wiped his boots with a look of disgust. He glared at the shameless Gaboa and said:

"Elements are hostile to each other. In addition to being the Baron of the Eternal Wind Legion, aren't you also the Zandalar Priest of the Tide Order?

Of course, you're about to have a cut with the water elementals.

If you choose the sky, the sea will not welcome you.

But before cutting, maybe you can learn more from Old Garni in terms of attitude towards scraps. "

After saying that, Blake kicked open the door of the captain's cabin and strode out.

Behind him, Gaboa got up from the ground and watched the pirates disappear into the dark cabin. He said with a sigh on his face:

"You should be ruthless. As the Earl of Ocean of the Hydraxia Legion, there is no pressure at all to sell your own people. I really want to learn from you in terms of being shameless.

But in this way, the wind elemental side can gain a big victory, and the water elemental side will not lose. The death of a wind lord is enough to wipe out all the anger of the tide hunters for betrayal.

I was able to rise to a high position while overfulfilling His Majesty's mission as the Wind Rider.

Everyone was satisfied.

Except for the Lord of the North Wind

But is it good for me?

Haha, wonderful! "

While Gaboa lamented Black's viciousness, Black, who returned to the cabin of the Death, also took out the elemental emblem, sent a letter to the djinn, and then took out the Initiator's Mark to continue learning.

Thousands of miles away in Quel'Thalas, the djinn Al Abbas, who had just completed a deal with an elven member of the Silver Moon Council, opened the message sent by Black with joy.

There is only one sentence on the small letter paper.

"The north wind will die!"

To be honest, Blake was a little too generous to Gaboa in his actions this time.

This is not in line with his usual style, but Gaboa, who feels lucky, does not know that Blake's generosity is not just for his solicitation and use, but is just "compensation" paid in advance for the upcoming drastic changes in the Sky Wall. gold".

The harder Gaboa works to climb up in the Eternal Wind Army by any means necessary, the less resistance the Wind Chaser will encounter when he takes over the throne of the Wind God.

Tool people should have the consciousness of tool people.

Aren’t all the so-called gifts of fate already marked with prices in advance?

But if you think about it carefully, it wouldn't hurt to curse the Pirate King.

He may lose all the results of his hard work on the Sky Wall overnight in the future, become bankrupt overnight, and have to start over.

But he did get the opportunity to become a god, which many people would envy.

The next morning, in the early hours of the morning, a few hours later.

In the stormy waters that have begun to subside, the beaming Captain Gaboa is wearing his two swords and a bright red pirate costume, standing on the bow of the Death.

Three pirate ships filled with mummies belonging to the core of his force were already lined up on the sea.

"Hurrah! Bastards!"

Gaboa opened his hands and shouted with his broken gong voice:

"Today you will enjoy the glorious storm in the sky! Listen to my orders!"

As he imitated the howl of the wind rider, large swaths of sea wind began to roll and gather in this sea area. They blew the waves up and down, and they were like countless hands supporting the Death's hull in all directions.

Blake and Little Star, who were standing on the deck, stared wide-eyed. They felt the Death's shaking, but it was not because the ship, which was filled with voodoo, could not withstand the force of the wind.

On the contrary, it is adapting to such power.

After half a minute of shaking, Captain Gaboa, who was standing nervously on the ship, raised his hands, and the huge and heavy troll battleship Death seemed to be supported by a giant in the water.

It left the water little by little and began to rise into the air driven by the strong wind.

The crashing waves seemed to be luring the wanderer away from home, but the determined Death, led by its villainous captain, rejected the affectionate call of home.

Like the treacherous son of the sea

It began to accelerate upward.

Amid the exclamations of the little stars, the warship that was supposed to sail on the sea began to set sail in the wind in the sky.

It was like sailing in the sea of ​​​​the sky. In the cheers of Gaboa, it quickly plunged into the clouds and flew towards the top of the swirling clouds higher up.

From now on, it will be the new home port of the Cursed Pirates.

These ancient pirates from Zandalar have "evolved" and no longer compete with their weak and foolish counterparts for the love of the sea.

They will later sail across the sky.

"Wow, this is so cool."

Little Xingxing used a dwarf camera to take pictures of this real "ship". Although she could fly and had her own aircraft, she was still very interested in the ship in front of her.

However, Blake next to Little Star looked disdainful.

He crossed his arms and commented:

“It has no propellers, no flying wings, and its shape is completely non-aerodynamic. It does not carry special firepower for air combat. It has nothing but cool looks and cool looks.

It relies on the blessing of the Eternal Wind Legion to fly. Without the wind element, it will fall unless Gaboa continues to transform it.

Hey, I don't want this kind of trash. "

"Huh? Do you smell it?"

Little Star raised his head.

She moved her small nose and made a sniffing motion, then looked at Blake, blinked and said:

"It's so sour. Did someone eat too many lemons for breakfast?"

"Do you really think I would envy him?"

The smelly pirate said in a long voice:

"You've been to Mechagon, and you know what I built there. Garboa thought he was a pirate who conquered the sky, but soon, the truth would slap him hard in the face.

The legendary pirate who conquered the sky, sea and land was not him!

Rather

I! "

"Okay, okay, you're the best, okay?"

Little Star sneered at this.

She was absolutely convinced that this was just Blake's sour envy.

A few minutes later, Lao Chen, Lili and Brian Bronzebeard all walked onto the deck carrying their luggage. Seianni also came over with a strange young woman with a bruised face and a bruised face, wearing Asan's clothes.

They are leaving.

Everything here is done, and they will return to the Nagfar now.

Fortunately, after the Sky Wall was broken, the endless storm that enveloped the Sea of ​​Storms has been lifted, allowing teleportation magic to be used here.

Before leaving, Black gave everyone a moment to say goodbye to the magical Death, but he held back the old dwarf Brian.

Blake looked around, and amid the majestic clouds, he whispered to the old dwarf:

"Did you go to the Serpent Man's Temple of Setaris when you were doing archaeology in the Wharton Desert?"

"Why do you ask?"

Brian glared at the pirate with strange eyes. He had enough reason to think that the pirate was thinking about something bad, but he did not hide it. Instead, he sighed and said:

"I've been there, and I was almost caught and cooked by the snake man."

"Then have you seen the deepest parts of the Temple of Setaris?"

Blake asked again.

The old dwarf hesitated for a moment, made a "very small" gesture, and said:

"It was guarded by the unbelieving snake-men. I just took a look from a distance. Underground in the deepest part of the temple, in the ancient Loa altar, there was a huge egg!

A huge snake egg filled with lightning patterns. "

Brian whispered:

"It is said that it is the last trace of the long-lost god of the snake people in the material world. The snake people have a prophecy that their mysterious mistress will return.

But the unbelievers do not believe this.

They kept the egg of the gods and didn't know what they wanted to do. "

"Um."

Blake nodded and said:

"Have you told anyone else about this?"

"No, those Loa asked me to keep it a secret."

Old Brian sighed and said:

"I recorded them in my diary. The diary was stolen by the nasty antiquities dealer Bud, and Old Ghani took it back. It is said that Old Ghani severely punished the guy and messed up his mind.

Now Bard is said to have gone crazy. "

"Good, I understand."

Blake said to the old dwarf in a serious tone:

"You have to keep these things secret, you know? Next time someone asks you like me, say you don't know. This is a very serious matter, so I'll tell you straight away.

It matters to your life.

You know, I am a prophet. I discovered your figure when I peeked into the future last night. Your fate was split into two before my eyes. Living or dying miserably depends only on your ability to keep it secret. "

The stinky pirate threatened with nonsense in a cold tone:

"I'm not kidding you. I'm reminding you for the sake of your two brothers."

"You're less scary."

The old dwarf was a bit angry.

The pet monkey on his shoulder also made a chirping sound. He blew his beard and glared and made a bad gesture to Blake, and then ran to Lao Chen.

Blake let out an unscrupulous laugh.

But after laughing, his eyes calmed down, like a lake brewing with darkness.

"What do you want to do? Little Master."

Xal'atath quietly asked:

"Did you get any evil inspiration from Gaboa's plan to become a god?"

"Well, that's true."

The stinky pirate looked at his Luna Gauntlet and whispered in his heart:

"I originally thought that for my mythological career, I could only choose between Loa and Moon Night War God, but after seeing the secret of Gaboa, I suddenly discovered

I could probably have them all. "

"You are too greedy, little master."

Xal'atath warned:

"This is divine power, you can't do anything wrong with it, it's very dangerous."

"Yeah, I'm too greedy, and I'll be punished for it sooner or later."

Blake put on the Luna Battle Helmet, sighed softly, and said:

"But greed is a good virtue for a pirate, isn't it?"

"Naghfar, take us back!"

"Buzz"

In Blake's call, the space was compressed at this moment.

Relying on the Nagfar's bow and ticket book in the hands of the pirates for positioning, the ghost ship's ghost ship, with the help of Tha'kiel and the Warlock trio, used the summoning ritual as a tool to remove Blake from Odan in an instant. Mu's sky pulled him back into the ghost ship under the sea of ​​Feralas.

The moment the pirate returned to his captain's cabin, the first mate Sephiel appeared with a whoosh,

She said to the captain with a serious expression:

"Something bad happened! The Tide Hunter's questioning is coming to the ship soon. It suspects that you participated in the release of the Wind Rider. You must be prepared to face questioning."

"Who did it send? Is it the Duke of Hydrasia?"

Blake asked, not surprised by this.

Sephiel pursed his lips and said:

"Tide Hunter, here in person!"

"Um?!"