Azeroth Shadow Trail

Chapter 998 94. The Leading Party is always at hand

Garrosh dragged his tired body out of the captain's cabin. The brown orc boy couldn't remember what happened after he put on that weird mask.

His thoughts were chaotic, and he only remembered a greasy voice occupying his mind, as if expelling his own soul and replacing it.

It was quite a scary experience.

Hou Shaoxia once suspected that he would not survive and would be sacrificed to that weird evil god by the evil pirates, but it turned out that not every weird thing longs for a soul.

He was finally freed, and the wicked captain dropped him a note to take to the mechagnomes for weapons and armor, and told him to rest and prepare for the attack on Zul'Farrak.

Garrosh didn't know where Zul'Farrak was or what the name meant, but he knew he had finally seized the opportunity.

Although my body was painful and exhausted as if I had stayed up late for five days and five nights in a row, and I wished I could fall asleep right now, but my spirit was very uplifting.

He can finally be a warrior, not a coolie who scrubs decks!

What a beautiful thing.

He must hurry up and tell his partners the "inside news" that he bought with his life, so that they can also be prepared. Their five orc boys and girls from different worlds will definitely shine on this battlefield and open themselves up. of legendary stories.

However, the uplifted Shaoxia Hou didn't think of a problem at all.

The harder he tries to prove himself, the more he has to devote himself to the cause of stinky pirates.

Even on the first day they boarded the ship, the five little orcs had made an agreement not to give in, but the facts proved that their persistence was meaningless in front of the stinky pirates.

Bu Laike has a way of making those who disobey him willingly offer loyalty to him.

And having absorbed enough "life force" from Garrosh, the divine power mask belonging to old Bwonsamdi can finally exist without a host.

The stinky pirate in the cabin just sent away his Sakir skull "pendant", and got another troll mask floating beside him.

"Wow, your subordinates really have their own unique skills."

Bwonsamdi shook his mask in the air, feeling sincerely:

"Although that orc boy is very immature, his vitality is really tenacious, full of vigor and blood, and an ordinary person would at least suffer a serious illness if his life was absorbed by me like this.

But that kid was like a normal person, he yawned a few times and it was over.

With his stamina, he will sooner or later become one of Azeroth's most fearsome fighters, and he's already at your disposal. Is this the terrible thing about prophets?

Teach me, friend, I also want such an excellent subordinate. "

"Don't you have it?"

Sitting on the captain's chair, Laike took out the blank scroll and was about to record the knowledge of telekinetics. He glanced at Bwonsamdi's mask and said:

"My good friend and sworn enemy, Captain Gaboa, named his flagship the Reaper. As a bastard who ran across the world seven thousand years ago, I don't think he chose the name casually.

And I learned from my sources that Gaboa has returned from the cursed skeleton posture to a strong flesh and blood body, which is not something that can be done with just a few magic spells.

After all, you unleashed his curse yourself.

So, be honest, is he your minion? "

"Of course not."

Old Bwonsamdi let out a weirdly sharp laugh, that trademark drawn-out laugh that had a sarcastic quality to it that made Bo Laike want to pick up a knife and smash the bastard.

However, the troll god of death is now under the fence, even if it is ridiculing, he dare not use his full firepower.

After admiring Laike's displeasure, he explained:

"Really not! The old Bwonsamdi and Gaboa are just a cooperative relationship. At the beginning, you said that you were going to transport the souls of troll heroes to my Hades, but it turns out that you are a bad embryo.

You make trouble everywhere, but don't do the right thing. I'm also afraid of the enemies you provoke, so I always want to distance myself from you.

But your suggestion is good. After thinking about it for several days, old Bwonsamdi felt that some 'professionals' were really needed to select those excellent souls for me to fill my little kingdom.

At this time, Gaboya took the initiative to find the door.

That bad bastard is learning from you, there's no question about that.

Best of all, he learned it so well that he signed a contract with me to help him recreate the content of the death curse in exchange for bringing me the souls of those troll heroes.

He is much more dedicated than you. In the past few months, my palace of the underworld has been bustling! New souls are sent every half month.

Unfortunately, the good times don't last long.

Well, old Bwonsamdi is so unlucky that every time something good happens, the bad will follow without enjoying it, but I'm used to the bad. "

Having said that, Bwonsamdi looked Boo Laike up and down, and with a sour taste, he said:

"Honestly, if it wasn't for old Bwonsamdi's dignity, I would really like to kneel and lick you like old Ghani.

That trash guy is awesome now.

It is said that in addition to the original priesthoods of 'begging', 'collecting' and 'patron saint of the humble' that no one cares about, it has acquired two priesthoods of 'keeping the promise' and 'delivering'.

That guy was unlucky and humble for tens of thousands of years. He was lucky enough to be in a mess when he met you within two years. Now he is almost getting rid of the level of a weak loa.

You are such a good friend. "

"That is, I am the most generous to my friends, the premise is that you are really willing to be my friend."

Bo Laike glanced at Bwonsamdi.

He stroked his chin and said:

"Looking at how down and down you are, I'm beginning to think that you are a good investment target. This person, you have to go through a trough to know yourself better. After you understand your own shortcomings, you will think about lowering your stance and seeking help.

We can indeed work together, my dear Bwonsamdi.

To tell you the truth, I've been planning something very, very exciting with trolls, and I want to."

The smelly pirate suddenly stopped talking and looked forward.

His dear first officer jumped out of the air, and was about to give the captain a passionate kiss, when he suddenly found a strange mask floating there beside him, he immediately straightened his waist and assumed a businesslike posture.

She said to Bo Laike:

"Captain, the troll you captured earlier has woken up. She wants to see you and says she has something important to report, related to Zul'Farrak."

"Look, isn't the leading party coming here?"

Bu Laike laughed, leaned on his chair, nodded to the first officer, and said:

"Bring her here."

Safiel turned around and left skillfully. After she disappeared, old Bwonsamdi said meanly:

"Oh, what a beautiful love, how romantic, what a ghost, even the undead exudes a sour smell. Bu Laike Shaw, I admit that I underestimated you.

You have mixed tastes. "

"Shut up if you can't speak."

The smelly pirate scowled and said:

"We have a very simple relationship. Why do you say it with such a broken mouth? It seems very despicable."

"Can't that be cheap?"

Old Bwonsamity snorted and said:

"I'm not bragging, but I also had a few very romantic loves back then. Even Sha Della was my little lover. I didn't put away this dangerous game until I found out that she wanted to kill me. .

I don't even need to guess about the matter between you and your first mate.

No wonder I felt a strange thing on your boat, it was meant for her, it's all right, my dear Bu Laike Shaw.

You see, I also need a temporary body now, how about "

The troll Reaper said to Bo Laike very rudely:

"I actually don't recommend putting more things in your body, and I can be very hot, maybe this relationship can make you trust me more?

I am willing to pay more for our friendship. "

"vomit"

The pirate made a vomiting motion to the side, and he said:

"It's enough, Bwonsamdi, you can abandon the dignity of Loa, and you have proved your sincerity by saying this! But don't disgust me, please."

"Jie Jie Jie"

Old Bwonsamdi let out a long series of giggling noises.

It can be said that he is playing cheap to cover up his inner loneliness and pain, but it is also very likely because this guy has a bad personality.

In short, after a few minutes, Safiel walked into the cabin with the severely frostbited Sand Fury Water Master. The latter had shackles and chains on his frostbitten wrists, and whip marks on his neck. In the past few days, he has been bullied by the villains on the ship.

The troll shrank her neck after seeing Bo Laike.

After seeing the strange troll mask floating beside Bo Laike, she fell to her knees in fright and screamed loudly:

"Ah, Bwonsamdi, don't take me"

"Hey, this is a loa priest, who can tell my divine power at a glance."

Old Bwonsamdi also said something in surprise, his mask floated beside the trembling female troll, circled her a few times, and said disdainfully:

"A priest of a weak beast that is about to be unable to maintain the loa's godhood, no wonder the divine power in you is so weak that it cannot be distinguished. Is that sad beast of Gazrilla still alive?"

"Holy Beast. The Holy Beast is very weak, but it has been persisting."

Water accountant Veresa originally asked to see Bu Laike in order to lead the way for a living, and also wanted to bargain with the stinky pirates, but as soon as she came in, she saw the mask of the troll death, and the little thoughts in her heart suddenly flew to the sky.

There was no need for Bu Laike to ask again, and the terrified Shui Zhanshi spoke out all his thoughts.

Bwonsamdi is nothing more than a mysterious existence to foreigners, but to trolls, the reputation of this bad-tempered, moody god of death is terrible.

Veresa shook her body and said:

"I heard from the evil warlock Zalak that you are going to attack Zul'Farrak, I can surrender, I can dedicate my strength to you.

And all I pray for is to ask you to help the holy beast of Sandfury.

Sandwalker Sul obtained the sorcery to extract the power of the loa from the evil priest of Zandalar. He has persuaded Chief Ukz to sacrifice the sacred beast that has protected us for tens of thousands of years to the desert.

He wants to extract the power of the holy beast to make the god warrior of the Shanu clan.

I argued with him with the few remaining priests of Gazrilla, and Sur gave us a choice. He asked us to take back the crown of the abyss and help Gazrella regain his strength.

Or kill the holy beast.

He declared that a weakened beast could no longer protect Sandfury, and that instead of continuing to feed it with precious water, it would be better to use its fading power before its death.

This is a kind of betrayal!

This is blasphemy! "

Master Shui Zhan is a very sincere priest, which can be seen from her increasingly angry tone.

She got down on the ground and said to Bo Laike:

"Though my fellow priests are fading and losing their former influence in Zul'Farrak, at least we still have a group of faithful believers.

We can be your inner support, the evil and great captain, we can help you attack Zul'Farrak, we only have one request.

Holy beasts cannot die!

That was the last glory of the Shanu clan. "

"What a great reason to surrender."

Bu Laike slapped the table and said in the ancient troll language:

"The peak was born to support the hypocrisy, and the loyal believers who witnessed at dusk, I agree, you go to prepare, Master Shui Zhan, I will let Zalak lead a group of people to cooperate with you.

I also don't need you to mess up the city from the inside, that would be too embarrassing for you.

I just have one request.

You want to control a circle of urban areas around the holy water pool, hold on until my subordinates arrive, and do you know the legend of the Lasher of the Sandfury troll?

In whose hands are those two ancient swords? "

"Susas?"

Shui Zhanshi raised his head in astonishment and looked at Bu Laike.

The legend of the Sandfury Excalibur has always been rumored only around Tanaris, and other troll clans simply don't believe that there is such a divine weapon in the hands of the already downtrodden Sandfury clan.

But as a loa priest of the Shanu clan, Veresa knew that the legend of the Lasher was true.

She had even seen two ancient swords being separated.

However, that is the foundation of the Shanu clan, if it is given away like this.

Faced with Bu Laike's question, Shui Zhanshi hesitated for a long time, but finally she looked at the troll mask next to Bu Laike, as if she had made up her mind, she said:

"I know, I have seen that the two divine swords are hidden in the treasury of the chieftain and the warlord, and that is a hidden location that only the top executives of Sandfury know.

Great Captain, after the safety of the holy beasts is guaranteed, I will personally dedicate them to you together with the wealth accumulated by the Shanu clan for thousands of years. "

"very good."

Bu Laike heard the meaning behind Shui Zhanshi's words, but he didn't care, he just waved his hand and let her go down to prepare.

After watching Veresa limping out of the captain's cabin, Bo Laike turned to Bwonsamdi and said:

"Look at Gazrilla, who is in such a state of desperation, but still has such a loyal priest in his hand, and look at you! Tsk tsk, some widowed and lonely old Loa are really shameful."

"Indifferent death never needs to be admired and followed. The stinky pirates who don't understand these things are the most pathetic."

Bwonsamdi retorted:

"However, the Shanu clan is notoriously stubborn. Perhaps it is a good way to find new priests among them. You promised before that you will give me Zul'Farrak as the new Hades .”

"What is Zul'Farrak, it's just a deserted city."

Bo Laike curled his lips, and despised Bwonsamdi's short-sightedness. He took out the chart, stroked the direction of the North Sea, and said:

"Let's take a long-term view. You will have a royal city as the temple of the Underworld in the future. The premise is that you must always be my friend. Come on, teach me the knowledge of the heart.

Let me see what is the mystery of the knowledge of these dead. "

(end of this chapter)