Shadow Trails in Azeroth

Chapter 1919 47. When you owe Blake a favor. [Ask for monthly vote 33]

"Wow, so many treasures."

After Blake ended his contact with the material world, Bwonsamdi, a cunning guy, jumped out of the shadows like a naughty child tens of thousands of years old.

He looked at the mountains of tributes placed around Blake, and the eyes of the skeletal face were full of surprise and greed.

He looked at the several open boxes next to the evil god. The small golden and orange things in them looked so cute, which made Bwonsamdi rub his hands and said to Black:

"Ah, noble Lord Evil God, can I touch your gold coins?"

"No, get out!"

The evil god slapped Bwonsamdi's claws away, looked around again, and said in an arrogant tone:

"I want to buy the ownership and control of your temple as my treasure house in the Shadow Realm. How much does it cost?"

"No money, free!"

Bwonsamdi laughed, spread his hands, and said in the troll's signature voice of needing a beating:

"Take whatever you like, and think of it as a reward for a favor from Bwonsamdi."

"You have a good idea."

The pirate sneered and kicked over a box filled with high-quality soul stones at his feet.

Those irregular soul stones with a dark green aura in the purple hit the ground, making a crisp sound and making the demon souls restrained in the soul stones scream miserably.

Black pointed to the stones scattered on the ground and said to Bwonsamdi:

"The souls of nine hundred and ninety-nine elite demons, you can use these cute little things as servants, or you can taste them as snacks in response to Muezala's screams.

For the God of Death, the soul is always the most precious thing. "

"Ha, if you want to say this, I won't be sleepy."

The old troll Death was suspended in the air, rubbing his chin and showing an expression that said, "It's hard for me to help you with such a small amount of money." He said in an exaggerated tone:

"Don't you know how much energy Old Bwonsamdi spent to build this underworld palace under the oppression and humiliation of the Night Fae goblins, and you want to send me away with such a small amount of soul?

no way!

At least ten times more would be enough. "

"Oh, this is what you said. Come on, I'll write you an IOU."

Blake grinned sinisterly, picked up a scroll and scrawled an IOU for nine thousand nine hundred and ninety-nine souls. He tore it off and stuffed it into Bwonsamdi's hand. He patted Bwonsamdi on the shoulder again. explain:

"There are nearly a million souls from Azeroth in the Abyss. After we are done, you can pick 10,000 of them. You can choose whatever you want. If you want more, just talk and I will make the decision to give it to you.

I have a good relationship with the new warden of Maw Abyss, so I still have some respect. "

"ha?"

Bwonsamdi's eyes widened, and he stretched out his hand and put it on Black's forehead, saying:

"Do you have a fever? Isn't Zoval still here? Where did the new warden come from? Where did you find an Eternal to replace him? That is the most capable hero in the Shadow Realm, and he is almost as good as him. The fighting power of Titan is already there.”

"I said yes, that's right. Stop asking for details. You, a mere demigod, should focus on things that your pathetic rank should focus on, okay?"

Blake pouted and said:

"For example, let's go and see how your hip-cutting friends are preparing for this war of resistance. I don't want to see a group of soft-footed shrimps appear on the battlefield in the heart of the forest.

When the time comes, I will kill anyone who dares to fall off the chain, no exaggeration.

Also, get out of my treasure house! You damn fussy old troll, put down the gem you sneaked into your pocket, or I'll chop off your hand. "

"Damn it! This is my gem!"

Bwonsamdi took out a troll-style gem pendant from his pocket and shouted:

"This is the little cutie I got from King Rastakhan. Look, it has my name on it! This is a gift specially made for me by my priests to celebrate my 20,000th birthday!

You villain! "

"Huh? You damn troll thief, why did you carve your name on my gem! Are you provoking me?"

Black unceremoniously snatched the gem from the troll's hand and wiped it clean with Bwonsamdi's name on the gem.

He whistled and threw Bwonsamdi's gem into his pile of luxurious tributes. The gem made a sweet sound when it fell on the gold coins, which made Black feel even happier.

"Okay, your favor is over. Be happy, today is a good day, isn't it?"

Black held his pipe in his mouth and patted the angry Bwonsamdi on the shoulder, causing the old troll to tremble. He levitated behind the pirate and left the temple that no longer belonged to him. He then poked his head and asked:

"Is this the end? Just repay such a big favor like this? No way? It's not your style to be so generous. Do you really have a fever?"

"I'm happy, can you take care of it?"

The evil god curled his lips, walked out of the palace and threw a ball of void seeds backwards without looking back. When it fell into the temple gate, it took root on the ground, forming strange purple-red roots that covered the entire temple gate as Bwonsamdi watched with toothache. Wrap it up.

This bastard!

Using divine blockade on your treasure house, who are you guarding against?

Damn it! In his mind, is he, the troll god of death, just a little thief who sneaks into other people's treasure houses and steals things?

Who are you looking down on?

whispering sound.

The old troll snorted and casually smashed the treasure house key he had just copied in his hand. If you don't want to steal it, then you won't steal it. What a big deal?

Anyway, this treasure house is in his own palace of the underworld. When Blake kills himself one day, won’t all the treasures here belong to him?

Considering the evil god's character of causing trouble everywhere, his accidental death was only a matter of time.

You just need to wait patiently and you can inherit the Silent One's death treasure.

cool!

Having completed his self-persuasion, Bwonsamdi snorted proudly. He followed Blake as he walked out of the Underworld, and continued to talk:

"Your guests have been invited. They were reluctant, but thanks to old Bwonsamdi's outstanding and amazing charm, they finally agreed to participate in this meeting of the betrayers.

By the way, when did you insert them into the Queen of Winter’s Night Court?

Have you been planning this for a long time?

Isn't this too scary? "

"I just dug a hole."

Faced with Bwonsamdi's praise, Black waved his hand and said very humbly:

"Who knows one day it will be useful? It turns out that digging holes casually is a good habit. Look, isn't this useful?"

After saying that, the pirate kicked open the door of Hades.

As Bwonsamdi watched with toothache, the stone door he carefully crafted flew out like a cannonball, then rolled and hit the forest, causing a group of small animals to scream and escape.

This huge movement also attracted the attention of several people outside the door. When they looked back, they saw Black holding a pipe and wearing a black prophet's hood, striding out accompanied by Bwonsamdi.

"Blake!"

The tall antlered eagle hunter, the last holder of the Spear of the Wild, the former shame of Highmountain and the legend after self-liberation, Narmus Highmountain stood up with a smile, and faced the people who once fought together and helped him wash away The shamed pirate opened his arms.

He shouted:

"I knew we would meet again one day! I knew that a magical man like you would not be blocked by the curtain of life and death. Come, let me hug you, good friend."

"Hey, Narmus, you bastard is doing well."

At a glance, Blake saw the badge of a high-level hunter of the Wild Hunt group pinned to the breastplate of the high mountain cow in the form of a blue spirit body. This was a reward awarded by the Court of Night Fae to those truly outstanding hunters. They were by no means ordinary souls. Something you can get your hands on.

The pirate smiled and was about to respond to Narmus' enthusiasm, but another tall antler stretched out his hand and stopped Narmus. He stared at Black with squinted eyes and said:

"We meet again, Black Prophet."

"Ha, Hoon!"

Blake did not feel angry because of Huon Gaoling's obstruction. On the contrary, he still smiled and looked at Huon Gaoling and the "Queen's Hunter" medal of honor on the latter's chest.

This thing proves that Huon Highmountain, the legendary hunter of Azeroth, is still thriving in the world of death. He has become the Queen's most trusted hunting master in the forest of the Winter Queen, directly serving as the Queen of Winter. Serve.

This is a "favourite"!

Just like Black's position on Queen Azshara's side, I don't know if there are any super friendship stories between old Huon and his queen that the masses like to hear.

Well, with the dull temperament of the Winter Queen, she probably wouldn't have such a fun time.

"What did you call us here for?"

Huon Gaoling obviously knew more than his descendant Narmus Gaoling. This hunting master who had an encounter with Blake ten thousand years ago was staring at Blake.

He said in a deep voice:

"In this precarious moment, your silent appearance in the Arden Fairyland reminds me of the ancient war ten thousand years ago, and your sudden intervention in that war.

Black Shaw, I have no intention of fighting you, but I also ask you not to squander your terrible power on this land. "

"Oh, what a fool. He is obviously from Azeroth, but now he has to stand on the opposite side of his hometown. He looks loyal and honest, but in fact he is just a stupid and loyal fool."

Blake said to Hu En in a sarcastic tone:

"What? Is the Winter Queen treating you well? Is it worth your being so determined that you would rather bear the reputation of Azeroth's traitor to maintain her stupid and shaky rule?

Let me ask you a question, Huon.

Do you think your queen, with her poor intelligence and pathetic strength, can withstand the upheavals that are about to overturn the Shadow Realm? "

Hu En opened his mouth, wanting to give Black a clear answer, but no words came out. It is precisely because he is the hunting master trusted by the Winter Queen that he understands Ardenweald and even the entire Shadow better. What a troublesome situation the country is facing now.

Although he is loyal to the Winter Queen, to be honest, Huon Gaoling, who has experienced the ancient war and has seen the real world, really does not think that the current responses made by the Queen will be effective.

In other words, even if all methods are effective, it is difficult to guarantee that Ardenweald will survive the upcoming drastic changes.

He had to admit that in terms of the pattern, the queen he was loyal to was indeed no match for the evil god in front of him who single-handedly controlled the direction of the ancient war.

The difference between the two is too far.

Seeing Hu En's bad expression as if he had eaten a piece of cake, Blake suddenly showed a smile that was under control. This is the fact. Only in times of real crisis can one see the true ability of a leader.

Obviously, in the eyes of onlookers like Hu En, the Winter Queen's abilities are still lacking.

But Black did not immediately add some "heart-breaking words". Instead, he looked at the last guy invited by Bwonsamdi.

That's a wokai.

It is a unique creature in Arden Fairyland. It has a deer-like body and a humanoid upper body. It is strong and mighty. It wears the solid wooden armor and war helmet made by the Night Fae fairies using fairy magic, and carries the blue metal and nature. The wooden halberd looks like a combination of a fully armed centaur and a jungle guardian.

This is the main component of the Wild Hunt, the most powerful military organization under the Winter Queen, and the true "combat race" in Ardenweald.

Their fighting power is pretty good, and they can compete with ordinary Stonemen in strength. Of course, looking at their size, you can tell that what these guys are really good at is fast penetration in the jungle and long-distance running.

The Wokai in front of him was a hunting captain. Looking at the logo on his armor, you could tell that he was a combat elite. At this time, he looked at Black with a pair of cold blue eyes, and there was an indescribable complex expression on his deer-like face.

"Your family misses you, dear Valstein."

Blake blew out a smoke ring and whispered to Nawokai:

"Especially your father.

Master Staghelm loves you so much. I heard that he fought countless battles in Draenor's war against demons. He only hopes to die in the protection of glory so that he can come to Ardenweald to reunite with his son.

But I can't let him die at this time. I believe you don't want your father to meet death at this disaster moment. Do you know why? "

"I know, I miss him more than anyone else, but I know you're right."

The sturdy Wokai warrior sighed.

He lowered his head and said:

"The order of the Shadow Kingdom has collapsed. Even if my father comes here, he will fall into the abyss. I also want to reunite with my relatives, but to do this, I must first get the world back on track.

I don't know who our enemies are, but I know you are waging war against them, so if you need me to offer my strength, Lord Black, then I will fight for you! "

"Have you considered?"

Blake said softly:

"This means that you will become a traitor to the Wild Hunting Group, and you will be despised by the entire Meiye Royal Court and Faye compatriots. They may even banish you for this."

The former Valstann Staghelm, now the Vokai warrior, shook his head. He glanced at Huon Highmountain, then at Black, and said:

“Only losers are judged, aren’t they?

When order is restored in the Shadowlands, they will call me a hero. I have participated in the Battle of Quicksand, and I know that we have to pay a lot for victory.

The worst thing is not not being able to give, but failing even after giving.

I don’t know you, I’ve only heard your legendary stories.

I don’t know whether it is right or wrong to be loyal to you now, but to be honest, from my thousand-year observation, the Winter Queen simply does not know how to lead her people in such a catastrophe."

"As expected of Staghelm's son! Your sarcastic tone is exactly the same as Staghelit's."

Black laughed, looked at Old Huon, and said:

"In two days, we will begin to attack the heart of the forest and overthrow the foolish rule of the Winter Queen. Now, Huon, tell us your choice!

Will you side with your homeworld of Azeroth, or will you live and die with your queen? "

Old Bwonsamdi, a loser, also spoke up at this moment:

"Mighty Antler, I urge you to think carefully before making your choice. Your descendants are still fighting demons on Highmountain, but the shadow of death has enveloped them.

Who is the real enemy?

Who are trustworthy friends?

This is a very important question. "

Huon Highmountain, the warrior of Azeroth and the legendary symbol of the hunters, fell silent. He might need some time to think about it, but it didn't matter. Black knew that he would make the right choice in the end.

After all, the three people here all owe him favors.

Being able to find them means that the pirates are confident, but the guy they are going to interview next is not so sure. The pirates chatted with Narmus and Vastann for more than ten minutes, and then they heard the forest outside the other world. There was a roar like a war horse, and the sound of General Draven flapping his wings.

He coughed a few times, and under Bwonsamdi's surprised gaze, he transformed his breath from Silent One to Moon Shadow, and then transformed the black prophet's robe into the mooncloth robes of the Moon God Priests.

Trying to act like a compassionate priest, they saw a spiritual wildebeest, accompanied by a big-antlered deer, crossing the shadows of the forest and appearing in front of them.

"Well, look, in this kingdom of death, the people of Elune finally meet each other under the guidance of fate."

Blake opened his arms to the spirit wildebeest with a low breath, and said in a hymn-like tone:

“The powerful Moon Night War God, the hero who saved the world of Fezandi, and the follower of the Dark Moon, come and talk to the source of your power.

About the fate of this woodland and this realm of death

It needs your help! "