Shadow Trails in Azeroth

Early the next morning, on the dock of Rogue Port, the Alpaca, which had been unloaded and reloaded, was ready to set off.

The three decks of this troll ship were filled with North Sea pirates who were sent up. These guys still didn't understand what was happening, but their cunning minds already realized that the situation was not good.

The undead pirates who newly occupied the Rogue Port have no intention of surrendering or absorbing them. Now they have to put them into the strange black ship, and they don't know where to send them.

These guys used to be in the slave business.

They knew very well the miserable life after becoming slaves. When a few people incited them and said that the undead pirates wanted to sell them to the South China Sea as slaves, many people became restless.

So last night a small riot was triggered among the North Sea pirates.

The result of the riot was that there were many more guys "swinging" on the pier.

While the Alpaca, several ships escorting him, and the underwater Nagfar set sail from the dock, in the pirate tavern in the Rogue Port, Evil Eye and Kanrisad, who had just set off with the ship, were sent away. The giant magician Zaraq is here alone, drinking wine.

Logically speaking, there shouldn't be any friendship between warlocks.

But Zarak, Xieyan, and Slender Boy are particularly close to each other, and the relationship between them is also very complicated.

Zalak and Kanrezad's magic came from the Evil Eye Cult, but after joining Narthalas Academy, they became classmates again and hung out together around the captain.

Learn together, grow together, get scolded together, and get through difficult times together.

These three cunning guys actually knew all about the "elimination" of incompetent subordinates that Blake secretly carried out. They were able to avoid fatal crises every time, and it was not just because the three of them were lucky.

Is there any lucky warlock in this world?

The reason why they can survive again and again is because these three guys can always think in one place and work together at critical moments.

It cannot be said that they are like-minded, it can only be said that they share the same odor.

"I'm willing to go anywhere, even if I risk returning to Zandalar or Vol'dun, but why does it have to be Zul'Drak? Why does it have to be those savage frost trolls?"

Zarak, who was wearing a wooden mask, drank a few more drinks, and his self-control declined a bit, so he smashed the glass on the table and complained fiercely:

"Before my father died, he specifically told me not to go back. The damn Frost Trolls there are a bunch of racist barbarians.

Once they find out that a mixed-race person like me, who symbolizes shame, will definitely be roasted and eaten by them.

Damn cannibal troll!

Damn headhunting tradition. "

"Well said, brother."

Zarak's soliloquy elicited a cry of appreciation.

It was a weak and low voice, which frightened the giant magician. He turned around, and there was already a burning sacrificial flame in his three-fingered left hand.

Behind him stood a frost troll armed with a stick.

The posture of a standard frost troll, the frosty blue to almost gloomy skin, the mohawk of white hair, the fangs that are rougher than other trolls, and the posture of walking with a bow.

However, the Drakkari troll behind Zalak was unexpectedly thin, as if it was stunted.

The reason he was holding a wooden stick now was because his leg was injured. The calf below the knee seemed to have grown new, and the color of his skin was different from other parts.

This is the rebirth of severed limbs, a racial talent that all trolls have. Because the Northland trolls are in a harsh environment, their rebirth of severed limbs will be more powerful.

However, this thin troll is different from other Drakkari trolls in that he has a pair of very clever and intelligent eyes.

Faced with Zalak's vigilance and hostility, the familiar troll waved his hand and sat on the chair next to Zalak. He raised his head and said to the troll bartender Larnka in front of him:

"A glass of wine, brother of Zandalari."

"Well, a deposed priest of Dakaleloa came to the Golden Tooth Tavern in Old Larnka. This is a rare visitor."

Crazy voices came from behind the bar.

That's right.

This tavern in the pirate town has been taken over by the "Golden Teeth Gang".

Now run by the mad witch doctor Rahnka, said to be a direct appointment from Commander Black.

But the undead pirates all know how crazy their witch doctor is, so from last night's "opening" of the Golden Teeth Tavern to now, the only guest who has come is Zarak.

Moreover, the giant magician did not come here to try the "flavored wine" "made" by Larnka. He was just depressed and wanted to find a place to vent his anger.

The undead pirates would rather gather on the beach and drink in the sea breeze than come to the Golden Teeth Tavern in Rahnka to find trouble, which made the crazy witch doctor very hurt for a while.

But there is no way.

Most people are really not that lucky to enjoy the "flavored" wine made by Larnka.

However, although the old witch doctor was crazy, his eyes were very poisonous, and he could see the identity of the Drakkari troll who was talking to Zarak at a glance.

This is a former Loa priest.

I don’t know how a guy with such a noble status like him was robbed by North Sea pirates and brought to Rogue Port.

"Sergey! We have guests."

Larnka, who was wearing a crooked troll bartender outfit, picked up a dirty glass and shouted to the kitchen:

"Hurry and bring the toad venom you just scraped off. I'm going to make a cup of 'toad-flavored juice' for my guest. He is injured and cannot drink.

But I know he will love my juice. "

As soon as he said this, the expression of the emaciated troll immediately solidified.

Then he saw another crazy troll running out with a croaking poisonous toad in one hand and a knife in the other.

With a "pure" smile on his face, he seemed to be giving the guests the freshest toad juice.

"Here you go, boss, this is the freshest croak, and it will definitely produce the freshest juice."

This guy's name is Sergey.

The troll magic stick in the Scoundrel Harbor is best at using poisonous toads to heal wounds, use poisonous toads for divination, and use poisonous toads to make potions. It always likes to call the toads croaking.

It doesn't look normal at first glance.

It is said that a certain clan from Stranglethorn Valley was hit in the head by a cannonball during a naval battle. Ordinary people would have died long ago after suffering such an injury. But Sergey is a magical troll, and after a month of hard work, he actually came back to life.

But since then, he has become a little crazy.

He was a famous lunatic among North Sea pirates, and few pirates believed in his toad divination, but Anne Bonn believed that female pirates would seek divination from Serge before every robbery.

As a result, the two had a good relationship, so this troll lunatic escaped last night's killing and today's exile, and was allowed to stay in Rogue Port.

In the end, for some reason, he was caught by the equally crazy Larnka and recruited him to become the "chef" of the Golden Teeth Tavern.

The combined lethality of these two "crouching dragons and phoenix chicks" cannot be overstated.

Serge brought the poisonous toad, and Larnka picked up the sacrificial knife at hand. With a pop, he inserted the poisonous toad into the back of the poisonous toad and grabbed the thing in his hand.

Like squeezing orange juice, squeezing venom into a dirty cup.

The little troll glanced with a frightened look at the wild process of the two lunatics preparing "juice" for him.

He tried hard not to look at the "juice" that only a madman would drink.

He turned to Zarak and said:

"Brother, to be honest, although I was born in the Drakkari Troll Empire, I have been dissatisfied with the barbaric customs of my barbarian compatriots for a long time.

The other trolls have become civilized, and even the weakest of the Amani clan have given up their cannibalistic traditions.

It's disappointing that we still have this stupid and disgusting practice of cannibalism. I just heard what you said, you are also disappointed in our clan, right?

I have a plan, do you want to join us, we will change the Drakkari clan, we will make it great again.

We can do it! "

"Who are you?"

The giant magician sneered and said unceremoniously:

"Who is your brother? Which of your eyes saw that I was a Drakkari troll? Didn't you see that I could straighten my back? I am a Zandalari troll, Zandalari, do you understand?

Civilization troll! Noble troll. "

"Hehehe, don't say those ridiculous things, my brother."

The little troll laughed loudly at Zarak's words. He laughed forward and backward, pointed at the troll magician and said:

"You're just a mixed race.

Although you can straighten your back and speak with the arrogance of the Zandalari clan, the ferocity and malice of the North in your aura cannot be concealed.

That is the dark nature of all Drakkari trolls. If you cannot suppress it, it will guide you back to your hometown, even if it is thousands of miles away.

From the moment you were born, your fate has been tightly tied to Zul'Drak.

You hate your clan and the other half of your bloodline, but the fetters of fate are unbreakable. I guess you will definitely go to Zul'Drak next.

And you don’t want to go.

Just like me, I don't want to go back to that dark place.

Although it was a misfortune to be plundered by North Sea pirates to this place.

But I feel that even if I stay in the pirates' cage, even if I am tortured by them, I will feel safer than staying among my savage people.

At least the pirates won't eat me just because I'm naturally thin."

The little troll sighed.

He said:

"But no matter how we don't want to, we have to go to Zul'Drak. Since this is our fate, and we both hate the backwardness and barbarism of the Drakkari trolls, why don't we join forces to change it?

I said, I have a plan.

I've actually been watching you, my brother.

I noticed that your status in this pirate group seems to be unusual. You are a powerful person and maybe we can help each other. "

"hehe."

Zarak sneered.

Although this little troll has a natural acumen and can see through the complicated feelings towards Zul'Drak in his heart, this does not mean that Zalak has to trust him.

Behind the wooden mask, Zarak rolled his eyes, and a genius idea immediately emerged from the evil heart of the warlock.

He pointed at the toad-flavored juice prepared by Larnka in front of him. There was a layer of strange black juice floating on the disgusting thing that smelled unappetizing.

explain:

"You want me to listen to your plan? Then drink it to prove your sincerity."

"Well"

The little troll glanced at the glass of "juice" placed in front of him. Both the bubbling appearance and the disgusting smell reminded him.

Don't drink it!

You will die if you drink it!

But he glanced at the sneering Zalak again, and the little troll gritted his teeth. Under the stunned gaze of the giant magician, he picked up the glass of something that could kill someone just by looking at it, raised his head and drank it in one gulp.

The atmosphere in the tavern became stagnant.

A few seconds later, Zarak, who was convinced, gave a thumbs up to the little troll in front of him who was covering his mouth to suppress his desire to vomit.

He said:

"He's a ruthless person! I'm convinced. I've seen many people who don't care about their lives, but this is the first time I've seen people who don't want their lives like this. You said your so-called plan.

I happen to need a guide to Zul'Drak, maybe you can do the job.

By the way, what's your name? A little man who is not afraid of death. "

"vomit"

The little troll was about to speak.

As a result, as soon as he opened his mouth, he let out an uncomfortable retching sound.

While his throat was as hot as drinking lava, he said in a difficult tone:

"My name is Da. Da Kulu. I am destined to change the people of Dakari. Well, I am a little. A little dizzy. I will sleep for a while. Just for a while."

"boom"

The little troll finally failed to withstand Larnka's secret "juice" and hit it on the bar.

He fell into a deep sleep almost instantly.

However, after he fell asleep, the giant magician discovered that the injured calf of the little troll who called himself "Dakuru", which seemed to have been cut off before and was being regenerated, was healing and growing at a rapid rate.

Zarak turned around and glanced at the crazy troll bartender Rahnka suspiciously.

The latter gave him a "wise" look in return.

He then held the dead poisonous toad in his hands and said in a condescending voice:

"Bwonsamdi, don't take it away. It has a mission to do. Ah, Bwonsamdi, don't take it away."

"Rhanka, do you also think this troll Dakuru can do great things?"

Zarak had dealt with Rahnka in the Wharton Desert back then. He knew that this crazy witch doctor had some strange abilities, so he asked cautiously.

As a result, Larnka glared at him, and the poisonous toad in the baby's caressing hand had been squeezed into a ball of bad habits, and said seriously:

“Don’t disturb my ceremony!

I need this croak to come alive and use it to prepare flavored wine for the next guest. Speaking of which, you've been sitting here with me for so long, why do you only drink human wine?

You are a troll!

Come on, let me prepare a glass of fiery 'Scorpion Blood Wine' for you. This is the poisonous scorpion sting that I kept safe from Wharton's hometown. Look at it, how fresh it is.

Look at this venom, how delicious it is, this is the taste of hometown.

Have a drink. "

"that."

Zarak wanted to run away.

Even though he was a troll with the ability to regenerate severed limbs, and a dark sorcerer coated in venom, he didn't think he could withstand Rahnka's flavored wine.

As a result, just as he was about to speak, he heard Larnka's tone turn sinister and say:

"If you don't want to drink, I will ask Bwonsamdi to take you away. You know I can talk to Him. Bwonsamdi, please take away this thing in front of me."

"Okay! I'll drink! I'll drink, okay?"

Don't keep calling the name of the God of Death, it won't penetrate anyone! It's because of your bad attitude that no one comes to your shabby tavern!

Bastard, the customer is the Loa God, do you understand? "