Shadow Trails in Azeroth

Chapter 904 1. The mysterious killing of turtles in the High Mountains - additional updates for last month’s monthly ticket [1425]

Highmountain, the highest mountainous area in the Broken Isles.

It is located in the center of this island or small landmass outside civilization, with magical terrain from hills to swamps, from rift valleys to snow-capped mountains.

The resources here are not barren. There are many mineral veins and a variety of herbs grow. There are also valleys that can be used for planting between the cliffs. And most importantly, the land here is vast and sparsely populated. For the local aborigines, it is not There is not much pressure to survive.

This is the hometown of the Highmountain tribe, where a group of tauren with antlers live. On the way to plundering Suramar, Blake captured an expedition team of Highmountain oxen on the coastline.

Today, those captives have become very popular in the North Sea Fleet of the Immortal Pirates. It is said that they are all the personal guards of the North Sea Pirate King, Ms. Anne Bonn, and have repeatedly made military exploits.

From this point of view, we know that the rumors that the tauren are honest and simple are all nonsense.

They didn't become bad guys just because they didn't have the environment to do bad things.

But in general, the Highmountain area is a rare "peaceful place" in Azeroth. The four tauren clans here plus the Drokbar clan share the land of Highmountain.

It is said that from the War of the Ancients to the present, the Highmountain Bulls have never fought among themselves in the past 10,000 years. This is probably because they face a common enemy, that is, the aggressive people in the adjacent Stormheim area. of vrykul people.

But the stinky pirates who had just set foot on this land knew very well that although the Kaolin Niu were small in number and not warlike, they were not easy to deal with, because the Kaolin Niu held a creation artifact in their hands.

Khazgoroth's Holy Hammer is a holy object of the same level as Gorgonas's Tidestone. The latter controls the power of the sea and sky, while the Holy Hammer controls the power of the earth.

The most famous deed of this group of Gaoling cattle in the past ten thousand years is to use this holy hammer to drive away the wings of death.

Yes, it was the World Destroyer who was headshot three times in Dalaran and almost destroyed the eastern continent with the Cataclysm. Wings has a dragon nest in High Mountain.

It is said that before he went crazy, he most liked to stay in the dragon's nest full of treasures and enjoy a leisurely life.

It was also one of Blake's destinations.

Although that place is a forbidden place locally, if the pirate can get Deathwing's Dragon Lair treasure, he won't be worried about money for a long time.

It was a hidden treasure trove comparable in size to the Zandalari Pirate King's treasure. Only a closed and self-sufficient race like the Kaolin cattle, with almost no monetary transactions, could turn a blind eye to it.

It would be such a waste to allow those ancient treasures to be hidden here and never see the light of day.

"They should be used in more reasonable places. Money must have value once it is born. With those treasures, I can declare early retirement."

In the low-lying swamp area below the western mountains of Highmountain, Black rode behind the sky, looking down and complaining:

"The simple people of Kaolin Beef have no idea how rich they are. If they can learn to spend money, they can even use the money left by Deathwing to buy a kingdom in the eastern continent.

No king could resist the temptation of real money. "

"They still have to spend money to buy it? Little master, what you say doesn't make sense."

Xal'atath whispered in Black's ear:

"Everyone has the Holy Hammer of Khazgros. All he needs to do is send someone to tell him which land he is interested in. A kingdom that dares to resist only needs a wave of his hand from the chief of the Kaolin Cow. Any army or fortress can be deployed in ten minutes. It will be bulldozed within.

The Kaolin cattle are self-enclosed in the High Mountains, which is a good thing for any civilization in this world.

Once they learn to invade, the tauren can have their own empire within a year. "

"That's right. If you have a gun in your hand, why do you need to deal with it so hard?"

Blake said with envy:

"If the Tidestone in my hand was intact, I wouldn't have to work so hard to run my business. If a big flood washes away all the Gilneans, wouldn't that place be mine?"

"Why did you get into trouble with the Gilneans?"

Void Essence complained:

"Be a human being and find another target to bully. Old Jean will be bullied to tears by you."

Black didn't respond to the complaint.

Because he discovered something strange down there. The pirate patted the hippogryph's neck, and the smart sky glided down. When it was still ten meters away from the ground, the pirate jumped down and landed lightly.

He looked at the pale mist that filled the edge of the swamp in front of him, put on Hemet's trap boots, and advanced a dozen steps in the swamp without being affected.

"The Ancestral Turtle's camp is here, but where are their people?"

The pirate looked at the camp stationed in the water in front of him. The things inside were neatly arranged, and there were even a few unfinished story scrolls. It looked like the handwriting of the ancestor turtle.

But the camp was deserted.

When Blake came to Highmountain to do the wilderness trial, he had reached an agreement in advance with the Ancestral Turtle, who had the information. The turtle people had their own subordinate branch in the Broken Islands, and they would take on the responsibility of helping the pirates lure out the monsters from the underworld.

If the wilderness trial could be completed in the material world, the smelly pirate would definitely not want to go to Hela's territory.

He didn't even want to imagine how that crazy Death Queen would treat him, a "former employee" who "deleted the database and ran away" and took away "the company's important property".

A woman who holds a grudge is difficult enough.

Not to mention that this woman also has an army of undead, and she is also a crazy demigod. She was abused by her ghost father when she was young, bravely resisted patriarchy, and successfully started her own business to become a very important figure.

Good guy, this is the kind of thing where the BUFF is stacked up and takes off. She doesn’t even need to canvass votes when running for president, but the current president has to kneel to her on the spot.

"These ancestral turtles are really unreliable."

Blake cursed under his breath.

He walked around the camp, and within a few seconds he discovered something was wrong. There were footprints extending into the depths of this large swamp, which the local tauren called the Blind Swamp.

The steps of the turtle men were chaotic, as if they were frightened.

Inspired by the pirate's endless hunting characteristics, the external environment dimmed in his perception, and the details that he paid attention to were highlighted. He didn't even need to track, and moved deeper into the swamp along with the turtle man's transaction.

"Be careful, the fog around here smells like a nightmare."

Xal'atath cryptically reminded:

"You have already started the wilderness trial when you came to the High Mountain. The natural power of this land is paying attention to you. I can't interfere too much, otherwise your trial will fail.

But if you smell this weird mist, you should know who is targeting you. "

"Well, I understand, just take a good rest."

Blake replied in his heart:

"Go back to the Nagfar, put on your 'work clothes', and help Dean Blue Moon complete the attack on Black Crow Castle, but keep a low profile. I found that your magical good brother may still be active with collaborators. Don’t let them find out.”

"I understand."

Xal'atath responded with a sultry farewell kiss in the pirate's heart, and she whispered:

"Ever since the bronze dragon appeared next to him, I knew it was time to hide. I wish you all the best, little master. I will wait for you to come back in bed."

"You meant 'on board', right?"

Blake complained:

"Speak clearly next time, otherwise you will be misunderstood."

"whispering sound"

Miss Void Essence made a snort of disdain, despising her little master's duplicity. Her voice quickly dissipated, and the pirate's mind also calmed down.

He breathed a sigh of relief and continued to search for traces of the missing ancestor turtle deep into the swamp.

Xal'atath said that the fog smelled like a nightmare. This was not a metaphor, but a description of fact.

After the Void Essence left, without her protecting his mind, the pirate immediately felt a strange force pulling on his mind in the surrounding fog.

Drowsy, yet with a dark allure.

But for a pirate who has already faced the will of the void, such a little trick cannot stop him. Protected by the Moon God's armor on the outside, the shadow magic in the body flows, turning into pure void light that lingers on the pirate's gauntlet.

As Blake tapped on both sides of his forehead, a shadow protective barrier, uh, it should be called a void protective barrier now, was imposed on himself.

All the power derived from the source of the void was isolated, allowing Blake's slightly tired mind to return to normal instantly.

At this moment, he vaguely heard a malicious chuckle.

"Savis"

Blake revealed the source of this power when he said:

"You are really N'Zoth's die-hard loyalist. Queen Azshara didn't show up yet, so you little bitch jumped out first. I'll give you a good look after I finish my business."

Your master has been exalted, just three slaves. "

In fact, Blake mistakenly blamed the ancestor Satsavis.

Isn't this just because Queen Azshara ignored it, so it had no choice but to take action herself? It is also forced to have no choice. The revenge KPI issued by N'zoth is there, and it will feel uncomfortable if it cannot complete it.

Who doesn’t want to fish happily? Isn’t there really nothing we can do about it?

If the charming, powerful and noble Tentacle Girl takes action, will Blake still want to reach the High Mountains safely?

I want to eat shit.

Soon, the pirates found the three missing Archturtles, lying in the deep swamp water nearly a thousand yards outside the camp.

You can tell by looking at their clothes that they are three scroll sages.

It can be seen that the Ancestral Turtle is very concerned about helping Black. They sent their smartest and wisest sages to help, striving to achieve perfection and maximize the user experience of pirates.

Unfortunately, he died before leaving the army.

The three ancestor turtles are all dead.

They died in a miserable state, but their bodies had not yet decomposed. The pirate squatted down and touched the neck of a female ancestor turtle. The skin was still elastic. It seemed that she had been killed at midnight at most.

Just less than two hours ago.

The two ancestral turtle sages who fell on their backs had their eyes wide open. There was no luster in their eyes, but there was still an image of fear. Their mouths were wide open as if they were calling for help or wailing.

Judging from the twitching condition of the corpses, they were scared to death.

The last ancestor, the Turtle Sage, died in a rather strange way. He lay on his back in a puddle in the swamp.

Was drowned.

Damn it

drowned turtle

It’s really a way to die that’s full of flaws in every sense of the word.

It's a provocation, no doubt about it.

The other party knew that Black was coming, and used this death as a "welcome" to declare that everything Black wanted to do in High Mountain was in vain.

They weren't going to make it easy for him, and it was a signal for war.

"Okay."

Blake looked at the three corpses at his feet. He moved his neck and put his hand into the swamp water. The power from the Ocean Earl caused the water in the swamp to surge and squeeze out a big hole.

These three ancestor turtles were involved in his grudge and were killed. If they couldn't save people, they would at least have to be buried in peace.

"Quack gua gua"

Behind the mist, the little fishman's warning roar sounded, and there was the sound of electricity flowing. Something emerged from the mist and was rushing towards the pirates.

Black ignored them. He pushed the bodies of the three turtle men into the pit, collected their identity plates, and planned to return them to Kojo.

Although the Ancestral Turtle didn't help, the pirates didn't plan to punish them harshly.

"Whoosh"

Blake found a few pieces of rotten wood in the swamp and planned to make a simple tombstone.

He picked up two weird whistles and blew them. Frostclaw and Bighorn, who had not been with him for a long time, seemed to be summoned and appeared next to the pirate through the teleportation spell attached to the magic whistle.

The two bastard war beasts circled around their master, especially Frostpaw, who jumped up and down like a loyal dog.

"Go, go, get rid of those things around you."

The stinky pirate patted Xiong Xiong and Wolf Wolf on the head and gestured with his thumb behind them. Wolf Wolf and Xiong Xiong rushed out howling, and soon the sounds of beast roars and battle sounds rang out in the mist.

Black didn't care whether it was Xavius's servant or Hela's subordinate. Those two guys probably joined forces to kill the pirates here. In that case, there was no need to be polite.

Just in time to see how Frostpaw and Bighorn's "stocking" effect during this period.

This was Rexxar's advice to him. War beasts need to remain wild in order to maintain their hunter instincts. Following a hunter for a long time can easily cause the beast to become tired.

And stocking them can make them feel happy.

The Moknasa clan has an inherited secret technique that can summon beasts remotely. Blake couldn't learn it, but he solved this problem with the magic whistle made by Dean Blue Moon.

Bighorn is kept in the mountains of Grizzly Hills, and Frostclaw is placed in Storm Cliff. Just blow a whistle when you need them. As long as they are not banned, the magic whistle is foolproof.

Two minutes later, Big Horn returned to the pirate with a rusty helmet in his mouth, placed his "trophy" at the owner's feet, and bumped Black with his big head.

The pirate glanced at the Vrykul-style rusty helmet at his feet, curled his lips and said:

"It seems that Hela has a lot of resentment towards me. Just at the beginning, Helagar has been sent to hunt me down. But by sending these little soldiers, are you planning to use the gourd baby tactic?"

There are still wolves howling echoing in the mist.

It was obvious that Frostclaw had gone crazy and was hunting down the fleeing Hades warriors.

Blake did not summon it, but looked up at the looming snow peaks in the south of the swamp. He thought for a few seconds, snapped his fingers, and said:

"Find a place to spend the night first. I want to contact old friends."