Azeroth Shadow Trail

Chapter 1000 96. Are you Bo Laike Xiao? Come, kiss this ring - add more for the brothers who don't bury the sword [210]

The entire Zul'Farrak was full of burning evil fires, making it difficult for the bewildered trolls to form an effective counterattack for a while.

The main reason is that this formation is too scary.

Who uses twelve dragons as vanguards in a surprise attack?

Is this stabbing the dragon's nest?

The Sandfury trolls living in the backcountry had never seen a storm dragon, and they thought it was also a guardian dragon, and their morale had dropped before the official battle started.

Some guilty trolls took advantage of the confusion and led people to escape.

The main reason is that they just organized a group of people not long ago to "explore" in the Cavern of Time, the Bronze Dragon Sanctuary in the Tanaris Great Desert.

The Sandfury trolls are planning to use the empty dragon lair where the dragon went to the building as their second city in the Tanaris Desert. The Cavern of Time has a very good terrain and plenty of water, making it a good choice for a base camp. land.

But their arrogant "immigration plan" has not yet started, and there are giant dragons coming. These unlucky ones thought that their reckless behavior angered the guardian dragons and attracted the dragon's revenge.

Before I started beating myself, I was a little bit discouraged.

While the city was in chaos, Bo Laike had already slipped into the interior of Zul'Farrak alone, and he was speeding in the moonlight without even needing Bwonsamdi beside him to guide him.

In the "maze" that the Sandfury troll surrounded with strange buildings similar to desert huts, the stinky pirates wandered to the temple area where the martyr Seka was, as if they were going home.

It is said that it is the area of ​​the temple, but it is actually a ruined area that has already collapsed to the point of disrepair.

It is close to the high mountains outside Zul'Farrak, and you can still see troll-style tombstones standing among the collapsed buildings.

Surrounded by weathered and unsightly walls, it is like a wasteland. It is difficult to imagine that the last shrine of Muehzara would be located in such a desolate place.

And judging from the traces of the surrounding sand and soil, even the Sandfury trolls in the city of Zul'Farrak rarely come here.

"Be careful, there are death scarab nests all around, just under the sandy ruins, there are nests of those horrible things on every inch of the ground."

As Bo Laike steps into the ruins, Bwonsamdi reminds:

"Those scarabs are the symbol of Mueh'zala, and they are also the last blessed creatures left in the material world. In the whole world, only the two adjacent deserts of Tanaris and Silithus grow.

These little things carry a terrible poison, one bite and you can start praying to the gods you believe in, if you are an unbeliever.

Well, there are about ten seconds for you to temporarily choose a belief to repent, and then pray that you can go to heaven. "

"Is there such a good thing? Why didn't you say it earlier?"

The stinky pirate grinned. He stepped onto this desolate land, and the ground didn't vibrate at all when he stepped on it. Naturally, he wouldn't disturb the scarabs underground.

But Laike took the initiative to stretch out his hand to push the ground away, and after a while, several scarabs with black hard shells were pinched in his hands.

These small things are the size of a baby's fist, but their black carapaces have patterns that resemble skulls. The silver-gray patterns make these poisonous things look full of a strange beauty.

The pirate picked up the shard of the polluter and picked it lightly inside the scarab, and a full poison sac fell into the palm of his hand.

"Poison, tsk, I don't use it much anymore. Although I don't need it, my followers can use it. Giving them this instantly deadly poison will definitely bring more to this world. Change."

Bo Laike grinned, grabbed a few more scarabs and threw them into his chest bag, intending to take them back as gifts for the Uncrowned.

The result was Bwonsamdi's faint sarcasm:

"You said you don't need poison, I laughed so hard, I saw you put poison bottles in your luggage last night, don't tell me that you used to drink those dark green liquids.

You disgustingly hypocritical bastard. "

"What? Hate me before it's over? My dear Bwonsamdi."

Bu Laike pursed his lips and said in a sarcastic tone:

"Oh, I see, you are the legendary 'scumbag', no wonder Sha Della once wanted to kill you, you should really thank Muezala for your blessing.

Alas, the protected weakling adoptive son is evil and cowardly, colluding with outsiders to smash the adoptive father's urn, what a family misfortune. "

"whispering sound"

Bwonsamdi shut up.

The old troll also has to admit that in terms of flirting, it may be on par with Bo Laike, but when it comes to mocking blowjobs, there is at least ten old Garnis between him and Bo Laike.

After the pirate finished getting the poison sac, he raised his head and looked ahead.

Under an uncollapsed stele steeple, there are many troll stone slabs scattered all over the place. Most of the words on them can no longer be read clearly, but there are still some scratches that can be seen vaguely.

"This is the consolation shrine left after the victory of the Troll Empire and the Qiraji. It has been almost 14,000 years ago."

Bwonsamdi, who no longer has a harsh tongue, is like a dedicated tour guide, and introduced to Laike:

"The Sandfury trolls are here for this reason.

They are not desert trolls, but the loyal vanguard of the troll empire. They guard the frontiers and win the glory for the empire. In real terms, the Sandu clan is the most glorious clan besides the Zandalari trolls.

It's a pity that now even they themselves have forgotten their former glory.

The original reason for the establishment of Zul'Farrak was to serve as a place of comfort for the heroes who died in the War of the Bugs, so there is a shrine to Muezala here.

I used to have a shrine here too.

It's a pity that I abandoned it after the world collapsed. It was such a mistake. I should have discovered this oversight earlier. "

"It's not too late now, after all, this unpopular thing has lasted for more than 10,000 years, and only you trolls who have been down for more than 10,000 years have the mood to record it.

The glory of the past, the defeated dogs can't accept the cruel reality and can only find comfort in the glory of their ancestors.

I understand.

While evasion is shameful, it is often useful. "

"Has anyone ever told you that your mouth really deserves a beating! If it weren't for your weakness now, I wouldn't be able to beat you"

While the troll mask was flying, Braike ignored Bwonsamdi's complaints. He squatted down, reached out and wiped the troll stele in front of him, and saw from it the name and deeds of the father of the night, Muehzara. Word.

This is the last piece of literature related to Muezala left in Azeroth. If you bring it back, Dean Lanyue may reward himself with a big medal.

But unfortunately.

"boom"

Salamaini unsheathed quietly, burning and piercing with a burst of fire, and with the swing of Bu Laike's blade, smashed the stone slab in front of him.

"it is good!"

Bwonsamdi let out a joyful cry when he watched Muezala's stele being shattered.

He said:

"I should have invited you to do this earlier, my useless priests didn't even dare to look at it, for fear of offending Muerzala, let alone destroying such an ancient stele.

Sure enough, professional things should be left to professional people, and sabotage has to be done by lowly pirates who have no bottom line!

The shrine is in the ruins ahead, work hard, we'll get this done tonight. "

"Well, the surrounding air is a bit gloomy and cold. I was hit by your crow's mouth, and Muezala really arranged things here."

The moment the pirate stepped into the passageway of the ruins in front of him, the surrounding darkness began to distort, and the shadows shrouded the pirate's rear and front completely.

With the gloomy call of the night, several troll ghosts in armor, like underwater fish, twisted their bodies and emerged from the liquid darkness next to them.

"Damn it! These are the troll heroes I hid from beyond, the famous queens, chieftains, and warlords of the Zandalari and other clans."

When Bwonsamdi saw these strange spirits, he cursed:

"This is my favorite collection. That bastard Muerzala actually used them as consumables. Be gentle, my friend, and don't destroy the integrity of their souls.

These ghosts from the world of the dead are unafraid of harm, which is simply incomprehensible to others, but simple to you. A weakened heart would be enough to send them back to the Otherworld.

Just use the method I taught you before to harvest their endowed anima.

I'll 'repair' them when I get my land back. "

"Then try this."

Bu Laike glanced at Salamani in his hand. He let out a long breath, and put his two-handed sword in a strange swordsmanship. The next moment, several troll ghosts attacked him.

That is a completely different form from the spirit body in the physical world, and it seems that it will not be affected by the power of reality.

The solid blades would scrape across their bodies without leaving any damage, and the magic bombardment would also be counterattacked by their strange energy absorption.

but.

"Eat my Great Enemy Breaker!"

Bu Laike let out a roar, the blade swept forward and slashed, and then spun and slashed in the next instant.

The infusion of divine power from the void caused the blade to wield the purple light of the flames of the void, and the power from the Titan swordsmanship to compress the divine power and then explode hit the ghosts in front of them, weakening them as if they were being torn apart.

The strange power of mind energy will be disturbed by divine power, and this is a secret that few people know. And on the pirate's character card, there are new hints jumping:

Heart energy absorption begins. One-third of the progress is heart energy gathering center. Heart power is revealed

"boom"

Salamaini swept wildly across the neck of a troll ghost holding a double axe, hooking out the last ray of heart energy from his body.

The familiar scorching power followed the weapon and gathered in the pirate's palm, turning into a ball of gray-black and pale-white intertwined light.

Bu Laike held it instead of absorbing it as "experience" as before. When the finger touched, the attributes and names of this mass of anima were also interpreted:

Name: Hurricane Core

Quality: Orb of Pale Anima

Requirements:

1. Possess [Warrior] or related occupations

2. [Whirlwind Slash] skill proficiency has reached mastery or above

Anima effect:

50% of the damage dealt by [Whirlwind] or [Blade Storm] skill attacks can be used for HP recovery

"It's a good thing, but kind of sucks."

Bu Laike sighed, and was about to crush his heart energy into "experience" to improve his career level as a watchman, but was stopped by Bwonsamdi:

"Just because you can't use it yourself doesn't mean you can't give it to others! According to old Bwonsamdi's advice, mortals can't understand the power of anima because they can't understand the true meaning of the power of death.

But the appearance of you, a freak, means that the precious knowledge from the world of the dead can also be accepted and used by the material world.

You can bestow your heart energy on other people, like that stupid warrior next to you. "

Bwonsamdi reminds:

"This is your advantage, you have to make good use of it. You have to understand that God Loa bestows power on believers, and it is also achieved through the bestowal of heart energy.

And you now have the authority of Loa in your hands!

I also know that you have the 'method of becoming a god' left by Zemlan in your hand, and God Loa has always been one of your choices. Why not start harnessing this power now? "

The smelly pirate's eyes lit up, he glanced at the pale and dark ball of light in his hand, and said:

"I didn't expect this kind of gameplay before, but how long can this thing be kept?"

"Not as short as you think, but definitely not too long."

Bwonsamdi laughed and said:

"So you'd better destroy the shrine as soon as possible, and then let's have fun playing tricks, not me, I have experience in this regard."

"Row."

It was as if Bu Laike had opened the door to a new world, and swiftly sent the remaining ghosts back to the Shadow Realm, gaining three more balls of pale heart energy.

It's not that the people sent by Muerzala are too weak. In fact, these ghosts with anima guarding here are almost foolproof.

Anyone other than Laike can only die.

The anima shields the ghosts from the swords of the physical world unless they are forcibly breached with divine power, or a wide-ranging bombardment flattens the ruins to destroy their hiding place.

Otherwise, even fighters like Heya would come in and die one by one.

Laike's freehand style is based on his openness.

"This shrine is broken!"

The pirate walked through the dark tunnel, and at a glance saw the stone shrine placed in the darkness in front of him.

The shrine that has not been maintained by anyone for more than 10,000 years absolutely does not show the slightest sacred majesty. At first glance, it looks like a stone pillar totem carved with skulls and other beast symbols. If it hadn't been buried in the ground, it would have been broken by weathering.

"Quick, break it!"

Bwonsamdi urged.

The voice of the troll chatter king was trembling, obviously too excited.

Bu Laike didn't let him down either, he took a step forward and slashed Salamaini on the stone pillar, the surrounding darkness seemed to be hurt by this knife.

Amidst the ear-piercing weird screams, the angry scolding followed the shattering and collapsing of the stone pillars, allowing the entire gloomy place to quickly return to normal temperature.

The pirate knew that his knife had successfully sent himself to the top of the list hated by the father of the night.

But he doesn't care.

Just like what Bwonsamdi said, destroying the last connection between Moe'zala and the material world, the father of the night can only become a lone ghost dominating the shadow world.

Do you still want to use the sword of the shadow world to kill the stinky pirates in my material world?

You think beautifully!

"Ha, done."

Laike stood with his sword back, clapped the dust off his hands, and celebrated with the ecstatic old Bwonsamdi playing the crown. If there was no entity here, the angry old troll would definitely dance for the stinky pirate.

But just as the two villains were sharing their joy, in the broken and wriggling shadow of the shrine, a strange black figure quietly emerged, as if it was struggling to squeeze through a closed door.

At the moment she tried to get close to the pirate, the cold Salamani quietly came out of her sheath and pressed against the plump chest of the close one.

"This scary witch... I don't like strangers approaching me very much."

Bu Laike turned his head in the dark, looking at the strange female dreadlord in front of him.

He said in amazement:

"I always thought you were a legend. Many people said that Nathrezim only had men. Uh, I didn't intend to humiliate you. I was just telling the truth. Ignorant people think that the dreadlords are a bunch of gays."

"Joke, how would the Nathrezim reproduce if there were no females?"

The dread witch pointed at by the sword is not afraid.

She moved her gorgeous blood-red armor with a corrupt beauty, waved her wings decorated with red-gold gemstones and her small and delicate devil horns, crossed her hips, and said proudly to Bu Laike in front of her:

"You! Mortal, are you Bu Laike Shaw? Am I looking for the right person?"

"Well, I should be."

The pirate looked up and down at the Dread Witch's gorgeous and chic luxurious armor and bright red long cloak, he said:

"Are you the envoy of Emperor Denathrius?"

"You have good eyesight. It seems that the rumored story that you, a prophet, know everything is not true."

The Dread Witch laughed, looked at Bo Laike with an admiring look, and said:

"I am the messenger of the Supreme God, who has come to the material world on the basis of the shrine of the ridiculous Muerzala, to convey to you the will of the Supreme God.

But first, come forward, mortals!

Kiss the seal of the Lord of Eternal Pain, and offer your allegiance to Revendreth. "

(end of this chapter)