Shadow Trails in Azeroth

Little Xingxing stood next to the captain expressionlessly, glaring at the hateful Loa with his eyes, but Old Garni was not afraid of the threat from this chick's eyes at all.

Hehe, just a little baby dragon.

If it were her grandfather or the Spellweaver who came here, Old Garni would be so cowardly that he would run away.

"So, Dailin was probably assassinated by Aluriel, right? But how did he notice me? Could it be that the stupid elf Aluriel was captured by my old man's legendary 'elven affinity' ?

No way.

Can the old man kill such a black-skinned elf? "

Blake blew out a smoke ring melancholy and said:

"Sigh, Dai Lin may be shot to death by a cannon, hacked to death by an orc, or killed by his own daughter, but he will definitely not die at the hands of an elf due to a mistake.

Why didn't I take into account his unreasonable talent? "

"What are you afraid of?"

Old Garni put his flexible paws on Blake's shoulders.

It also had a cigar butt picked up from somewhere in its mouth. While puffing away smoke, it said to the pirate with treacherous eyes:

"Since you embarked on this path, you should have known that your identity would be exposed sooner or later. Besides, he is just checking the pirate's identity now. Although he may be a little suspicious, he cannot confirm that you are you."

"I'm not afraid."

Blake shrugged and said:

"How should I put it? Although I have done enough psychological preparation, I feel a little excited when I think about the head-on confrontation with the old man at sea."

The pirate grinned a weird smile.

He thought for a while and said to old Gani:

"You go to Dragon Bone Port for me, send a message to Red Jack, ask him to accept the reward in my name, and then reveal all my information and give it to Dai Lin.

Didn't it mean that he paid a big price for this information?

What a stinky old man who can’t live a good life. This is the money I will inherit in the future! How can this be earned by others? Ask Jack to bargain hard and ask for more money. "

"As expected of you."

The Lesognathus was so shocked that it spat out the burned cigar butt in its mouth and gave the pirate a thumbs up with its short and flexible claws.

He turned around to leave, but was stopped by Blake.

"Wait a moment."

Blake took out a thick shield full of spikes from his bag and threw it on the masonry with a thud.

As soon as this thing appeared, Old Garni seemed to have seen something filthy. He swooped and hid far away. He pinched his nose and shouted:

"It stinks to me! Next time you bring these things out, can you tell me in advance? You bastard!"

"Hey, is this a happy frown? Or a happy scolding?"

The stinky pirate responded fiercely to Old Garni's previous sarcastic remarks. He said:

"Take this shield to Dalaran and give it to my brother Nathanos, and ask him to transfer it back to Quel'Thalas. He knows who to give it to. Also, send me a message back.

I'm going to Quel'Thalas in a while to get the Windrunner's little boy ready, and I want him to do me a favor. "

"No! I won't send it!"

Old Garni shook his tail stubbornly and said:

"I'm tired of giving you stuff, I'm a loa after all! You bastards, you have to respect me, you have to. Eh!

Look, what a sparkle this is.

Oh my, I haven't seen such a beautiful thing in years. Are you giving this to me? My friend Blake, you understand me so well! "

The first half of Lesognathus' sentence was still a complaint, but the second half was full of surprises.

All because the pirate took out something from his bag that made Old Garni's eyes shine. It was a wing that was torn off from a living creature.

Although they are remains, they are not dirty. Instead, they are filled with a sense of darkness and mystery.

This is the torn wing of Anhild, Lord of the Val'kyr in Hell. The death power in it has been extracted by Black, leaving only the wing itself.

Its entry in Blake's character card category is as follows:

High Val'kyr Wings Losing Power

Legendary quality·Crafting materials/junk

Well, that’s right, it’s garbage sorting.

It was still a rare orange piece of garbage. As soon as this thing was taken out, Old Garni's eyes widened. It stood there blankly, moving its eyes as Blake waved the rolled-up wings up and down.

"We are friends, old Gani. Friends help each other, how can we complain? Don't you think so?"

The pirate said with a sneer.

Old Garni nodded vigorously, his eyes still staring at the half-broken wing.

"Hey, I gave it to you."

The pirate grabbed the wing in his hand and threw it far away like a baseball. Old Garni let out a scream and disappeared from the spot.

The smoke appeared in the air, like a puppy holding a plate, nimbly holding the broken Val'kyr Wing in its mouth, and then disappeared into the smoke while shaking its head.

There was also that shrill and shrill laughter, and the heavy shield that the pirate placed at his feet also disappeared in the smoke.

"did you see?"

Blake took off the dwarf pipe from the corner of his mouth and said to the little star beside him:

"Everything has a price, even Loa God has his own price. As long as the price is given, it is not impossible to hire a demigod to serve you.

Of course, the relationship between me and Gani Sr. is more complicated. It is a higher level of transaction. I would call it a 'friendship'.

Many people wanted my friendship, but I always ignored them.

It's not that I'm arrogant.

It's that they are not qualified.

After all, I have more than one demigod friend. So, cherish our friendship, silly little star. It will save you from danger one day.

Well, this is the second dark wisdom I teach you. This time it won’t be free. Remember to pay me the tuition fee later. "

The excited croaking sounds of little fishmen came from the ruins of the city in the distance.

The pirate raised his head and glanced at the dim sky, and said to the little star:

"Let's go, they found the moon well.

Once the moon rises, it’s time for me to perform my moonlit ritual. Alas, a new storm is brewing, and I must hurry up. "

——

"Uuuuuuuuuuuuu"

While Black was waiting for the moonlit night to fall, in the eastern continent, in the mountains south of the elven kingdom of Quel'Thalas, was the capital of the Amani troll clan.

In the troll city known as Zul'Aman, an ancient sacrificial ritual is underway.

The sound of low and simple horns echoed in this city surrounded by mountains and rivers. Thousands of strong troll warriors lined up sincerely around the ancient altar in the center of Zul'Aman.

The four strongest Loa priests were bare-chested, with strange lines painted on their bodies. They were half-kneeling around the altar, their heads lowered, with excited and ferocious expressions.

It seems that he is expecting something.

Behind the four Loa priests, there are four braziers, burning incense and shining with flames of different colors, representing the Loa gods they each serve.

The phantoms of the four Loa gods, the giant bear, the lynx, the eagle, and the dragon eagle, were floating above the brazier.

Standing in front of the altar was an old priest wearing a troll-style wooden mask and holding a voodoo sacrificial knife.

This Amani troll priest is very old, as shown by the trembling he makes when he wields his sacrificial knife.

On the stone altar, which has been stained dark red by the blood of the sacrifices for thousands of years, a naked high elf lady is being tied there with five flowers.

Her beautiful eyes shone with fear, but her mouth was blocked with herbs and she could only make a whine.

This unlucky girl was a Phoenix Mage captured by the trolls from the nearby Quel'dorei Sun Temple. She was not a big shot, and she only appeared here because of a stupid night walk alone.

Don't think that elves are all smart.

The warriors of the Amani clan witnessed the sacrifice that was about to begin. They sang ancient troll songs, with desolate and sad lyrics.

It describes the failure 2,800 years ago.

The alliance of humans and high elves completely defeated the Amani trolls' imperial dream. Since then, this once glorious forest troll clan has been in decline.

They have lost most of their territory and are struggling to survive under the pressure of the increasingly powerful high elves.

It was originally thought that the invasion of the orcs would be a new opportunity for the rise of the Amani clan.

But Gul'dan's shameful betrayal ruined all this. The Amani trolls who provided help to the orcs not only failed to win, but were strangled by the elves and humans again after the war.

In the past few months, elves from Dysholme and humans from Stratholme have killed thousands of trolls in this forest that was burned by the orcs.

It is no exaggeration to say that the Amani trolls have reached a moment of life and death.

They were even forced to ask the Vilebranch Trolls of the Hinterlands for help, asking their more savage compatriots to help the Amani clan for the sake of being forest trolls.

But those idiots who worshiped the Blood God refused the Amani clan's request for help because of the attack of the Wildhammer dwarves.

The forest troll was about to fall into despair, but at this moment, a force that no one expected came to the door.

"Huhuhu, don't worry about the effect of the sacrifice. My brave and poor descendant Zul'jin, what I brought to you is the mysterious knowledge of the ancient Zandalar trolls.

With my help, it's only a matter of time before the Amani trolls rise again. "

When the sacrifice was about to begin, it was on a wooden platform at the highest point of the Amani capital.

The ancient troll pirate Gaboya, wearing a blood-red pirate suit, a pirate hat tilted across his body, and gold and silver, was sitting on his chair in the posture of a troll skeleton.

A wine glass encrusted with gems dangled in his hand.

He said to the tall old troll standing on the edge of the wooden platform in front of him, silently watching the ceremony:

"You have been away from the protection of Zandalari for too long. You who are closed-minded don't know that in the past time, Zandalari's ambitious people have already discovered the most "perfect" way to use Loa's divine power.

And I brought it to you generously. After today, you will have an invincible army of divine warriors under your command! "

"But what's the cost?"

The old troll asked in a weak voice.

The shape of this old troll is also very interesting. He has white hair, which is tied into a thin braid and hangs in front of him. He also covers his neck and chin with a tattered cloak dyed purple with blood.

His right eye was stabbed blind, and his left arm was cut off from the elbow.

Such injuries are shocking, and what's even more terrifying is that the troll's body is covered with such injuries. He must be a very powerful warrior, otherwise it would be impossible to survive such injuries.

His name is Zul'jin.

He is the hero and absolute leader of the Amani clan. He has killed countless elves in the past, but he just suffered a humiliating defeat not long ago.

"What's the price?"

He continued to ask:

"Ancient pirate from seven thousand years ago, tell me, what price did I and the entire Amani clan pay?"

"Of course you serve our great and tyrannical Emperor Kotech."

Skeleton pirate Gaboya replied in a strange way:

"After all, the Faithless Emperor is our current financial sponsor. He generously gave us money, gave us soldiers, gave us a divine beast, and gave us a death mission.

But you ask, how can we, a group of trolls, willingly work for a snake-man emperor?

So, I found you.

My descendants, I hope you will unite with me, I hope your clan can join my fleet, and together we can rebuild the glory of the Pirate King of Zandalari.

I'll share the power with you, seriously!

My fleet is in urgent need of talented people like you who dare to fight and fight to join us. I really sincerely invite you. The Amani clan is just the beginning. We will also look for the Sand Fury, the Drakkari, and the Gurubashi.

Zandalari has abandoned you.

But I won't. "

"Haha, save it."

The old troll Zuljin sneered and said:

"The orcs failed me. The elves took away my right eye, and I chopped off my left arm to escape in humiliation. I hate the elves, and I despise the alliance.

I hate you, I hate you all, I hate this world!

But I will agree to your invitation, cunning pirate, and I will take the divine warriors shaped by the fallen knowledge you gave us, and go to the magical city of mankind with those dirty snake people.

I got valuable news”

The leader of the Amani clan narrowed his remaining left eye and said:

"I know that the last successor of the Human Empire will return to Northern Xinjiang. The people who want him dead more than me are his stupid compatriots. Haha, they spread the news everywhere, even for a blind and disabled person like me The savage trolls know it.

I also know that Anduin Lothar has the Emperor's Sword in his hands!

Two thousand eight hundred years ago, it was the human emperor holding that sword who destroyed the Amani Empire! Of course I will help you and the Snake Man get back some shit like the Keystone.

But you also have to help me!

I want to get that sword and Lothar's head! "

Zuljin turned around and stared at the skeleton pirate behind him. He said:

"I will do what my ancestors failed to do. With that sword, after I have washed away my thousand-year shame, all the forest trolls in the world will be under my command.

At that time, I won’t want you anymore.

But of course I will give you the pirate members you crave. There are so many evilbranch trolls who break their promises, and they will make the perfect cannon fodder for your fleet.

make a deal? "

"Of course, deal!"

A captivating and weird smile appeared on Gaboya's skeletal face.

It stretched out its skull fingers with five shining rich rings and held them tightly with Zul'jin's right arm.

On the altar in front of them, Malakas, the witchcraft lord of the Amani trolls, let out a howl, held the sacrificial bone knife with trembling hands, and stabbed the frightened elf girl in front of him.

The technique is extremely precise, with the tip of the knife gently picking.

The heart of the elf, which was still beating, was caught in his hand while the blood was spraying, and was lifted high again. This scene made all the Amani warriors shout in unison.

Blood surged and Loa was ecstatic.

The sacrifice has begun.

The next round of war is about to begin!

Come on, enemies!

It’s time for you to suffer a little!

The Amani trolls never give up, never forget, and never die.

The ancient empire will eventually rise and take back the land that is rightfully theirs.