Shadow Trails in Azeroth

"puff"

The Drakkari troll priest who wanted to escape was pierced through the heart by a sharp arrow shot from behind.

The bone arrow ground by the snake man spun and tore into his chest, then dragged his body forward and fell forward, eventually nailing him to the ice-covered ground.

But what is surprising is that this kind of injury did not kill the troll priest immediately.

He struggled to grab the arrow on his chest and tried to pull it out, but as he stared desperately, a translucent bear emerged from the shadows and waved its paws, slapping him on the head.

"puff"

With a muffled sound, the troll's head exploded like a balloon, and blood and flesh exploded all over the ground.

Behind the corpse, Blake glanced at the broken troll bow in his hand, shook his head helplessly, and threw the thing into his bag as one of the tributes to Old Garni in the future.

He is now more and more eager for a good bow. These casual bows will break if they are applied with a little more force.

Originally, under the guidance of Windrunner's mother, he had been able to master exquisite power. However, after extracting Ursoc's life power, all attributes were improved, causing him to occasionally lose control of his power.

But the more you adapt, the better.

Not a big deal.

The pirate turned around, took the wine bottle from his waist, opened the lid and took a sip of wine into his mouth. When he raised his head, he waved his hand casually. Not far in front of him, the grinning Zalak began his "execution".

A whole row of Quesluen believers had their hands tied and were forced to kneel down on the blood-stained snow. The giant magician used a group soul to absorb something in their bodies.

Amidst the evil laughter of the warlock, these injured and defeated guys fell to the ground wailing, and their souls were sucked out one by one.

Farther away, Dakuru, the trainee crew member of the Nagfar, was comforting the people of his small clan who had survived the massacre and kidnapping. The clan that originally numbered 300 people now only has more than 100 people left.

The old, weak, sick and disabled have all been killed or eaten by these followers of Quesluen.

Tur, the bear warrior, stood guard in the distance.

Although it hates trolls, it was also horrified by the ruthless killing of this group of Loa believers by Black commanding his subordinates and two war beasts just now.

It wasn't until this moment that the honest Warrior Bear realized what kind of guy his "new boss" was.

It may take some time to calm down.

"Captain, these are two of the best quality."

After the execution, Zalak, whose hands were still stained with blood, held two soul stones in a clumsy manner, handed them to his captain, and said:

"This is extracted from the two Loa priests. Smell it. These two souls exude darkness and a hint of divinity. They can definitely be put to good use in the warlock's rituals."

"Yes, Not Bad."

Blake took the soul stone and tossed it in his hand. He said to Zarak:

"But I have a better way of using them."

After saying that, the pirate whistled, and his Bear Bear and Wolf Wolf ran back from two directions. Just now, Frost Claw killed four of them, and Big Bear killed three of them, which were all great achievements.

So, under Zarak's distressed gaze, his captain threw the souls of the two Loa priests to his pets.

The recipe for soul beasts is rather special.

They can eat meat, but what makes them more satisfied is a soul full of anima. Fortunately, they are not picky. It doesn't matter whether the soul is intact or not, as long as there is anima.

"Ah! Villain! The gods we believe in will not let you go!"

"You will be drowned in the witchcraft fire of Quethrun, and your souls and those of everyone you love will be burned!"

The two Loa priests yelled their last curses before their souls were eaten by bears and wolves.

They were actually full of panic. When did Zul'Drak come to this murderous man?

Although it is not a big deal for the Drakkari trolls to kill each other, it is rare to kill a Loa priest so neatly.

What's more, the place where this guy committed the crime was less than a thousand yards away from the temple of Quesluen, the wind serpent Loa they believed in and the patron saint of wise men.

At the entrance of the Loa Temple, killing the priests who went to collect sacrifices for the Loa God was no longer a provocation. Blake grabbed Quesluen's face and slapped him left and right.

How dare he!

Isn't he afraid of Loa's divine punishment?

"Okay, let your Loa find my relatives!"

Blake seemed to have heard some funny joke, he laughed and said:

"I want to see if a Loa who is so weak that there is only one temple left can defeat the Tide Priest, or is more capable than the orthodox Lich. I would be happier if it went to Quel'Thalas.

There is probably another collectible in the Sun King's Sunwell Hall.

As for it coming to me

Isn't it coming? "

The pirate put his hands on his hips, turned around and said hello to the empty land under the evening night with falling snow behind him:

"Hey, hello, Wind Snake God Quesluen.

Come, come closer.

Old Bangsandit asked me to tell you something. That old immortal thing said that you secretly hid the troll soul in your soul-stealing domain. Did you get its consent?

Have you paid the 'spiritual tax' to that real troll, Death? "

Invisible to others.

But before Blake's eyes, thirty yards away from him, there was a surprisingly large and brightly colored wind snake, flapping its wings and suspended in the air.

It was staring at Black with its vicious eyes. The ferocious black claws of the wind snake were also shining with the light of the divine curse. It seemed that it was preparing to throw a fatal curse on the pirate.

It was indeed offended by Blake's in-your-face behavior.

No matter how weak Loa is, he is still Loa!

The glory of God does not allow such blasphemy!

If this fanatic's soul is not left here, its followers will only question its power in the future.

This kind of thing just means losing some faith in other areas, but in the barren mountains and rivers of Dhakale, it means quite terrible results.

The survival philosophy of these savage trolls is very simple, useless things should be eaten! Whether it's an old warrior, a cowardly woman, or a weak Loa

But when Blake said the name "Bwonsamdi", Quesluen, who was about to cast down "God's Punishment", suddenly got excited. This huge wind snake phantom was like running naked in the cold winter, even with its tail. The tip began to tremble.

It was as if some of his secrets had been discovered.

"You are lying!"

The wind serpent Loa screamed in a sharp voice that penetrated directly into the soul and could only be heard by pirates:

"Bwonsamdi, the troll god of death, since when did he have human followers? You are just deceiving me, you arrogant person."

"Then you have the ability to throw out your curse?"

Pirates are not timid at all.

He stood there carefree, playing with a delicate elf gold coin in his hand. As the gold coin beat on his fingertips, a weak but orthodox aura that made the wind snake god tremble in fear flipped in the pirate's hand.

It is indeed Bwonsamdi's magical power.

It was targeted by that petty, vengeful, and foul-mouthed troll, Death. What a heck of a thing! When did Bwonsamdi's eyes pay attention to the remote country of Northrend?

It's all hiding in Northrend, but it still can't get rid of Bwonsamdi's oppression?

Is this justified?

Bwonsamdi's reputation is indeed not great on the continent of Northrend. Few of the Drakkari trolls here believe in Bwonsamdi, the god of death, because the savage frost trolls of Zul'Drak worship power.

They are not that afraid of death.

However, Bwonsamdi is the real troll god of death after all. Although the Drakkari trolls do not believe in it, after the death of these trolls, their souls still have to cross half of the world to report to the underworld of old Bwonsamdi.

The reason why Quizlun, a weak Loa, is so afraid of Bwonsamdi is also very simple.

Most of the wind snake gods have some bad habits. Like its powerful cousin Hakkar, it has the ability to plunder souls.

This ability happens to be Bwonsamdi's taboo.

Huo, good guy.

How dare you, a weak Loa, steal meat from old Bwonsamdi's plate? Do you think you are Lezan? Old Bwonsamdi can't defeat those annoying royal loa, but he can't teach a little country loa like you?

"Tsk, tsk, so far away from your temple, I can smell the trolls wailing in the soul realm. How many interesting souls have you hidden in your temple?

A thousand? Two thousand? "

The pirate held the cursed gold coin in his hand, tilted his head, and "looked" at Quesluen, whose tail tip was trembling in front of him. He said in a sarcastic tone:

"Let me ask you, big wind snake, you are so blatantly robbing the souls of local dead troll warriors, are you preparing to go to war with old Bwonsamdi?

Do you need me to send you a letter of challenge to Hades?

Please, let me deliver it! I really want to see old Bwonsamdi’s furious face when he knew the truth.”

"Um?"

Quesluen immediately heard something strange in the pirate's words.

Its title is "The Protector of the Wise", which proves that this wind snake Luo Luo is a cunning person. After carefully savoring the pirate's words just now, the wind snake's wings stopped shaking and its tail stopped shaking. Trembling.

It made a weird laugh, looked at Blake condescendingly, and asked:

"Tell me, what do you need, greedy and cunning, to help me hide this news from Bwonsamdi? You pirate messenger from Hades, tsk tsk, Bwonsamdi is really good at picking people.

This mouth of yours is just as annoying as that other mouth. "

"I'll just assume you're complimenting me."

The pirate said coldly:

"It's very expensive to ask for my help. Bwonsamdi asked me to help him find the powerful troll soul, but he paid me a lot of gold and his divine power. Do you understand what I mean?"

"Gold, wealth?"

Quesluen smiled even happier, and said with a long and stubborn smile:

"If you want these things, then you can ask for anything. There are few other things on this land, but there are many funerary objects buried in the tombs.

The Drakkari trolls don't care about wealth, but they have their own special funeral customs. I will give you the locations of the graveyards of five large tribe leaders who have died. You can find them yourself.

The wealth inside will definitely satisfy you. "

"Wait a minute, I have a big appetite."

Black stretched out his finger and pointed at the trolls from the small tribe next to him who were being protected by Drakuru but had not been killed. He said:

"Those more than one hundred people will be your followers from today on. I want you to give them the ability to transform into wind snakes."

"You want a war druid?"

Quesluen's tone was a bit unkind.

It waved the black claws on its chest and said to the pirate:

"I'm just a weak Loa, with more than a hundred war druids, there's nothing I can do."

"Uh-huh?"

Blake asked in confusion:

"Whether you can do it or not, isn't that your problem? Why should you tell me?"

"I have restrained my appetite very much. My dear Wind Snake God, can't you satisfy me with such a simple request as that of more than a hundred junior druids?

Ah, it seems that it is more cost-effective for me to find the more generous Bwonsamdi.

Anyway, after the angry God of Death leads his army of Netherworld Sword Guards to kill you, won’t all the divine power of your country Loa belong to me? "

"you!"

The witty wind snake wanted to slash this greedy bastard with its claws, but it finally endured it. After thinking for a few minutes, the wind snake said:

"I can accept them all as my war druids, but the souls they kill in battle must belong to me!"

"You think beautifully!"

Blake pouted and said:

"The most I can offer you is the blood of those enemies."

"That's okay."

Blackburn planned to bargain, but he didn't expect that the wind snake in front of him actually agreed. Judging from its appearance, it seemed that it had taken advantage.

The pirate thought about it and understood immediately.

Guys like Quesluen simply don't dare to spread their faith among the troll clans outside of Northrend. They can only stay on the side of the Drakkari trolls.

On the land of Zul'Drak, there are six weak Loa just like it, and there is also a powerful Loa like Akali, the Rhinoceros God.

It is neither the most powerful, nor the most mysterious, nor the most accessible.

There are only so many Drakkari trolls. The faith it can receive is very limited, the believers are also limited, and the sacrifices it can receive are even more limited.

Normally, I can only maintain my life by secretly snatching a few stronger souls from the dead souls going to Hades.

Although it has lost two priests, it suddenly has more than a hundred war druids who can plunder sacrifices for it in the outside world, and there is no risk of being discovered by Bwonsamdi.

Best of all, it gained an ally with whom Bwonsamdi could speak.

When necessary, he could sacrifice his secretly hidden soul, give Bwonsamdi a soft hand, and become a god in the underworld. Although it was humble, it still had a way out.

For Loa, who is in such an embarrassing situation, it is not a shame to just eat.

To sum up, it is definitely making a lot of money.

The pirate originally thought about adding more conditions, but then he thought that if the cooperation just started, eating so ugly would affect his reputation. There are seven Loa gods in this land.

"Hey, let me tell you, I killed two of your priests and so many believers, are you really not angry?"

The pirate asked cheekily.

Quesluen's answer was also very interesting. The country wind snake said in a playful tone:

"My priesthood is the 'Patron Saint of the Wise', not the Patron Saint of Idiots. A believer who can be killed outside my temple cannot be considered a wise man.

If they weren't witty, why would I give up a truly cunning collaborator because of them? "

Good guy, can this still happen?

You have told me all the truth and irony!

But you are so good at talking, how did you end up in such a miserable state?

These Loa gods are really interesting.