Shadow Trails in Azeroth

Outside the ancient troll king's city of Gurdak, the Lich King's legions have surrounded the trolls.

The large gathering of undead souls filled this already bitter cold place with a cold atmosphere. Black and gray snowflakes were already falling from the sky, casting another shadow over the land that was about to be conquered by death.

But before the earth succumbs, the great life it supports will die before it.

In the past few years, disaster has struck the mortals and loa of Zul'Drak.

While the trolls died from the undead natural disasters, the patron saint of Draxeron Castle, Prophet Saronya, and the poisonous god Siletus also died at the hands of the undead.

Quesluen, the guardian of the wise, died silently, and the snow leopard goddess Haqya was seriously injured and disappeared.

If it hadn't been for the Zandalari troll priests' "magic weapons descending from the sky" at the last moment today, the Mammoth God Mathos would have bid farewell to this world in an extremely miserable manner.

The once noble Loa in this dark land are now like miserable people being chased by disaster.

They were forced into Zul'Drak's terrible war, and the worst part was that no matter which side of the war they were on, they had every reason to kill them.

How do you think these dignified demigods ended up in such a miserable state? Is it really character that determines destiny?

On the chaotic broken altar, the young Princess Talanji grabbed a luxurious war spear inlaid with gold rings and gems. Under the protection of several skilled and powerful Golden Sword Guards and Zandalari Headhunters, Next, fight with the crazy frost troll.

The blessed light of Ryzan shines on her body, like a powerful portable halo effect, so that all Zandalari warriors and priests with her as the center will be supported by the power of the royal Loa.

This is enough for these warriors to withstand enemies that are ten times their number.

But the princess with a noble status and a body of thousands of gold did not come to Zul'Drak to fight bravely with the "country barbarians" here. She was fighting for the glory of the Golden Dynasty and her own glorious future.

The smart and purposeful Princess stabbed to death a frost barbarian who tried to sneak attack her, and in a blink of an eye, she came up with the correct plan at the moment.

She raised her head to summon the storm in the sky, and commanded the Death to shout to Gaboa who was bombarding the ground:

"We can't stay here for long! Captain Gaboa. Let your ship break up these damn 'god-killers'. We have to move Mattos out as soon as possible.

In order to save it, Master Laizan beat it to death and was seriously injured.

We must treat it as soon as possible. "

"Watch the manner in which you speak, Your Highness."

Gaboya, a decent man who now has an identity, immediately became unhappy.

This new-born pirate god floated next to Talanji like old Bwonsamdi. He waved the elemental blade in his hand and screamed in a strange voice:

"What you have in front of you is a genuine Loa! As the shadow hunter of Boss Lazan, I admit that you have some privileges, but this is not enough for you, a little girl, to be so rude to Lord Gaboya!

No one can speak to Lord Gaboa in that commanding tone!

nobody! "

"You've had enough of the pretentious pirate! How can I have time to chat with you here?"

Gaboa's shouting immediately triggered a counter-effect. Can Princess Talanji, who has been prosperous since she was a child, endure this injustice?

She widened her eyes and yelled at Gaboa, then grabbed the gold jewelry around her waist and threw it to the troll pirate god like a reward to a beggar.

She said impatiently:

"Is this enough to buy your temporary obedience?"

"Wow! A royal emblem from the time of Emperor Dasa. This thing can at least buy a good ship on the black market. It comes with thirty of the best naval guns and enough ammunition for a battle."

Gaboa took the golden emblem and turned it over in his hand, then rudely put the princess's jewelry into his mouth, bit it, and said in a long voice:

"In the past, these rewards, uh, no, these 'tributes' were enough, but who made old Gaboya different from what he used to be.

Hiring a Loa is naturally more expensive. "

"Insatiable!"

Princess Talanji snorted, threw her luxurious All Souls Bracelet to Gaboa, and ordered with her hands on her hips in the arrogant manner a princess should:

"Now! Set sail! Get out of here immediately! We still have two Loa to save.

The rescue of Lennok and Akali will mean that the wrathful evil deeds of the Drakkari trolls have been ended by my own hands, and the great cause of saving Loa is enough to make those stubborn old men face my power. "

"As you command, my dear and generous princess."

The newly born pirate god impudently put the luxurious bracelet on his wrist. He treated Princess Talanji as a courtesy that only the troll navy of the Golden Fleet would do, and said flatteringly:

"Because of your generous reward, you will have a pirate Loa as your man for the next sixteen hours. Please feel free to give orders to me and my Reaper.

Of course, if you ask too much, you’ll have to pay extra~”

"Only sixteen hours? How is this enough? It is not at all in line with my status as the Princess of the Golden Dynasty."

The young troll princess shook her head in dissatisfaction, took off a gold bracelet from her other wrist and threw it to Gaboya, who nodded and bowed, and said:

"Let's do it for forty-eight hours first. If my user experience is good enough, I can renew it later."

"Of course, of course, I am the loyal servant of all wealthy and powerful people."

The pirate god looked at the princess protected by Lezan with a look that looked at the "taken advantage of". At this moment, Gaboa was suddenly enveloped in a sense of happiness.

He also understood without any knowledge why Black liked to manipulate behind the scenes, no, "serve" those in power.

This feeling of getting something for nothing is so awesome!

In Gaboa's eyes, the princess with deep wealth and powerful background has become a golden walking treasure house. This is a "long-term meal ticket".

As long as you coax her well, you won't have to worry about not having money in the future.

And considering that Princess Talanji will definitely take over the throne of the Golden King in the future, having a good personal relationship with Her Royal Highness means that Gaboa can naturally spread his influence to the Zandalari Trolls. In the golden fleet.

Thinking of this, the pirate god's eyes lit up, and his attitude toward Princess Talanji became even more flattering.

"Come on, your highness, let your loyal servants do the rough work of fighting. A noble man like you should sit on the stern of the ship, sipping wine and watching your soldiers win glory for you. "

Gaboa waved his hand, and the Death God suspended above his head immediately dropped a gangway in front of the princess. The pirate god escorted Princess Talanji to climb to the troll spacecraft, and said to her:

"Wait until I use my divine power to move the big Gottus onto the ship, so that while the difficult Frost King Malak is entangled by the annoying Black and his crazy woman, I will escort you to rescue the Bear of the North. and the Rhino God.

Without Malak's direct interference, this rescue operation is destined to go smoothly. "

"Well?"

After all, Princess Talanji is young and still has some shame in her heart.

So she asked in a low voice with some embarrassment:

"But Mr. Black came here with us. Is it really okay to leave him alone on the battlefield like this? Won't this arouse his resentment and hostility?"

"No, no, no, Your Highness, it is obvious that your understanding of who Black Shaw is is seriously deviated."

Gaboa immediately grinned when he saw how innocent the young princess was. He whispered in a 'passer-by' manner:

"The fact that we just left without saying hello will definitely make the stinking pirates angry with us, but what does it matter? Everyone on the Endless Sea knows that it is very easy to appease Black Shaw's anger.

just need money

Yes, money that is worthless in your eyes is valuable in the eyes of us poor pirates.

It can help you do a lot of things.

Even gaining the loyalty and friendship of a Loa.

It can also help you deal with Black Shaw easily, of course.

Oh, by the way, one more thing! "

The troll pirate god shook his head, stretched out a finger, and said to Princess Talanji:

"Frost King Malak is targeted by Black, which means that the miserable Frost Troll is destined not to survive today, but the glory of killing the 'God Killer' with his own hands means nothing to the pirates, it does to you But it's important.

So, Your Highness Princess, do you need me as a middleman to discuss with Black about buying back Malak's magic spirit from him? "

"Ah this."

Princess Talanji was once again shocked by the pirates' unlimited power.

She asked back:

"Is this really okay?

To casually buy and sell the honor of killing enemy chiefs is such a bad behavior! It's not at all befitting a princess and I can't do it! "

"No, Your Highness, you must do this."

Beside Princess Talanji, an old troll royal priest sighed, seeming to feel helpless for the purity of Her Highness the Princess. He whispered:

"You might as well think carefully about why before you left, His Majesty and the Prophet specifically told you to bring so much more useless property than you would for this mission?

Money is just a means to you, and what happened today is obviously the intention of His Majesty and the Prophet.

The supreme honor of eradicating the 'God Killer' and leading the rebellious Drakkari back to the orthodox troll empire must belong to the noble blood! "

This sentence made the young princess frown. She had a more intuitive understanding of the dark thoughts of the old men. Although she was unwilling to do so, she couldn't be pretentious anymore after what others had said.

So, after Her Royal Highness spent a few seconds convincing herself, she turned around, waved her hand to Gaboa, and said:

"My noble pirate Loa, please be my envoy to discuss my glory with your peers."

"As you command, Your Highness."

The pirate god took the job without any psychological pressure.

But the next moment, he raised his head and asked seriously:

"But how do you plan to settle the 'travel fee' for this negotiation?"

——

At the edge of the chaotic tribute altar, two deadly ghosts, Black and Maiev, jumped back and forth around Frost King Malak, like two flying deadly sharp knives dancing a fatal waltz.

Every close attack would put tremendous pressure on Malak. Within five minutes of the battle, Malak was already as bloody as a man.

"I guess I can sell your head or magic spirit for a good price."

The malice from Black turned into cold and ridiculing words that echoed in Malak's ears, like a ghost's whisper that made it difficult to distinguish the source of the sound.

Layers of frost storms wrapped around the Frost King, just like the moving ice storm that could freeze any creature or weapon that was close to him.

But unfortunately, such outstanding "magic and martial arts" combat skills were not enough to give Malak the upper hand in the war against the pirates.

"Let me calculate it carefully. Your magic essence will be sold to the Golden Dynasty as trophies, your soul will be thrown to the Lich King to make evil weapons, and your corpse will be awakened by the natural disasters to become a supreme ice killer. .

As for your head

Haha, I want to use it to please myself,

I'm going to take it back to my cabin as a collectible. "

The smelly pirate kept waving his "blade of bullying" in the shadows.

In the case of overwhelming strength, these two knives are as brave as the madman Apocalypse or the Ashbringer in Fenner's hands in this battle.

Each slash and slash they make transfers Malak's power to the pirate.

Under this ebb and flow, Malak's battle pressure increased.

In addition to the stinky pirates who oppressed the Frost King both physically and psychologically, Malak also had to face a warden lady hiding in the darkness, which made the Frost King feel increasingly slim about his chances of winning.

But this is definitely not because he is weak.

When Black first met Malak, this guy was a leader among legendary warriors. Now he has wielded a butcher knife against his Loa under the threat of the undead Scourge, and crudely absorbing divine power will only make him stronger.

He has even reached the threshold of a demigod. For any warrior, this rate of progress is perfect.

The only problem was that he picked the wrong opponent.

"clang"

In the blast of frost-covered wind, the double axes swung by Malak knocked Maiev in front of him out of the shadows under the crazy slaughter, but the silent warden lady waved the knife wheel to complete the classic defense, letting Frost Wang's wave of fatal blows was in vain.

When Malak mobilized his divine power to prepare for another breakthrough, the time that belonged to him completely returned to zero at this moment.

"puff"

The sharp blade entered the body, and blood burst out.

The brutal-looking pirate blade cut the Frost King's armor from behind, and pierced his heart extremely fatally. Such an injury could hardly be considered fatal to a troll with natural self-healing abilities.

But the problem is, Blake never has just one attack.

Maiev stepped forward with a knife wheel in hand and stabbed, knocking away the ice ax in Malak's hands. Blake's other knife slid along Malak's neck, and the void impact attached to the blade made the Frost King finally resistance breaks down.

"More than two years ago, you should have listened to my prophecy."

Blake said in Malak's ear:

"I gave you a chance to choose."

"No! It was your dark prophecy that pushed me to this point!"

Malak roared and struggled, just as angry as the mammoth god when he faced death.

He screamed:

"It was precisely because of the prophecy you left for me that I chose to sacrifice those useless Loa in the face of total defeat! It was not you who predicted that I would become the 'King of Godslayers'!

It was you who shaped it with your own hands!

Don't think I don't know. It was you who resurrected Lothar, who created the undead natural disaster, and who shaped me. You are personally pushing me towards the desperate fate you predicted.

This is all caused by you!

You madman! "

"Ah, I admit that what you said is right, and every word is a pearl. Your noble Majesty Malak, you have understood the meaning of the name 'Black Prophet' without any teacher."

Black held down the Frost King's struggling head.

As the sharp butcher's machete fell, he whispered:

"But if fate doesn't go according to my words, how can it reflect my prophet's ability to predict events like a god? Stop struggling, your death is not useless.

I've been waiting for you leek for two years.

I said that.

I'll sell you a good price. "