Azeroth Shadow Trail

Chapter 114 24. The Legend of the Looting Sea

In the wee hours of the morning, a band of marauders was running wild on the dark road from the Nazmir jungle to the desert further west.

Leading them are more than twenty velociraptors with saddles. These creatures can be seen everywhere on Zandalar Island. They have two thick legs and are extremely good at running.

Even with a rider on his body, he can run faster than other mounts.

The Zandalari trolls began to domesticate the velociraptor as a means of transportation 16,000 years ago. After such a long period of domestication, the velociraptor has already become the most beloved mount of Zandalari and even all troll clans.

They are brave, fearless, and intelligent.

The only downside is that velociraptor mounts are more dangerous than human horses or orc warwolves when they are hungry, if the rider cannot feed them in time

The consequences are quite serious.

Bu Laike, wearing a blindfold, took the reins and let the velociraptors under his crotch run quickly in the bumps. These dragons are all camel beasts of the caravan.

They were docile and, given enough food, did not resist new riders.

And after more than twenty velociraptors carrying humans and orcs, there are two direhorn camels, which are much larger than velociraptors.

When they walk, they are like land tanks, the ground around them rumbles, their whole bodies are covered with hard and old-fashioned, and their heads are like shields.

There are three long horns piercing forward on the head, and there is a sharp tail vertebra like a meteor hammer behind the tail.

Behind this large camel beast, the troll merchants built a platform.

It was originally full of goods, but now it is full of orcs. The direhorn is so powerful that it can carry twenty or thirty orcs without any effort.

Two commercial Direhorn dinosaurs arranged for everyone in this team.

"Boost!"

The pirate who was riding a red velociraptor and leading the team galloped along the direction he remembered, turned around and shouted to the crowd behind him:

"Break through the mountain pass ahead within two hours. The place we are going to is a barren desert. Before the hottest noon arrives, we must find a camp there.

Otherwise, we'd all be sunburned there. "

"desert?"

The half-lich Meili Dongfeng, who was meditating on the magic carpet nearby, opened his eyes, and asked in a puzzled tone:

"The whole of Zandalar is an island, surrounded by sea water on all sides, and located in the South China Sea with extremely rich precipitation, how can there be desert terrain?

Surely it didn't come naturally, I guess? "

"Well, it didn't come naturally.

The desert named 'Wharton' was originally part of the Nazmir jungle. Why it turned into a desert is another very legendary story.

And it is related to the extremely evil thing buried under this dark forest.

I can only tell you that the entire Zandalar Island was not built like this by the Zandalari trolls, and it is not an accident that the first batch of loa gods including the trolls were born here.

The trolls and their loa are just 'using' here.

There are others who shaped this island into what it is now, and buried many secrets. "

Bu Laike said to the old mage:

"If there is an opportunity in the future, I will tell you the story of this legendary legend in detail.

In fact, all the deserts in the entire Azeroth world are basically not formed naturally, and they are all related to some kind of power. "

The pirate is like a cunning fisherman who casts his bait, and he says to the demilich:

"That is the power related to the creation of this world. It is a great, mysterious, and dangerous power. If you are interested in studying here in the future, I suggest you start with the barren land on the eastern continent.

It is said that the Explorers' Association of the Bronzebeard Dwarves dug up a ruin there before the war started, maybe you can go there and have a look.

There are plenty of materials there, and it is easy for an archmage like you to write more than a dozen papers. "

"But you can tell me the answer directly."

The old mage sighed and said:

"You're just trying to use me, Boo Laike.

You want to use me for some of your purposes.

Now I know why you induced little Aegwynn to ask me to come here with you. From the bloodstone of Nazmir and G'huun, the old god, to the power of creation now.

You have always planted the seeds of curiosity in me.

You know well the unquenchable curiosity of us spellcasters.

You opened me a small step to the truth of the world, to the mysteries, and then you could make the most of my curiosity. "

He glanced at Bo Laike, shook his head and said:

"I'll talk about these things later. If I decide to invest in it, I have to think carefully."

"How can I tell you the answer directly to take away the part of your heart that solves the problem?"

The pirate blinked and said:

"Actually, you can tell yourself the answer yourself, as long as you talk to the dreadlord inside you. These demons are immortal.

They know far more secrets than I do.

In fact, I think you have lived as a mage for three thousand years, and you can also try to walk another equally interesting path, such as a warlock.

You can use the nathrezim demon inside you to do something more terrible, or something greater. "

"Stop it. You seducer."

Meili Dongfeng waved his hand and forcibly interrupted the question. He changed the subject bluntly. While galloping through the dark jungle, the pirate said again:

"You told the orc just now that you are going to find the power that Bwonsamdi left behind in that desert?"

"Yes! Bwonsamdi is a loa, and although he is the most cunning loa, he does have some bad loa problems."

Bu Laike happily accepted the new topic.

He pointed to the road leading to the desert, and said to the old mage:

"Loas have many believers, they are very scattered, there are people from various religions, and there are many people with prayer power.

The Luoas occasionally gave strength to believers, but then forgot to take it back.

This kind of thing is not uncommon.

They bestow divine power on believers, just like throwing away trash, just throw it away, but the consequences of littering are very serious, and it is terrible to be picked up by caring people.

In fact, this trip was said to be to find strength, but it was more like visiting a senior. "

Bu Laike pushed his blindfold and said with a sigh:

"The profession of pirates is very old. Since the birth of the first troll empire in Azeroth, there have been pirates running rampant on the seas of the world.

The Vrykul pirates under Hela's command were once a sea legend in the barbaric era.

Unfortunately, tens of thousands of years have passed, their era has long since ended, and their stories are no longer known.

Ten thousand years ago, the ancient elf empire attracted demons, and after the war of the ancients caused the world to collapse, there were more traces of pirates.

Those villains on the sea, like their ancestors, plundered and slaughtered the ocean to their heart's content.

They are the malignant sore of civilization and the cancer of the world. They are the most hateful and craziest group of people. In every past era, there have been many great men who wanted to cut off the inheritance of pirates.

But no one can do it!

As long as this sea exists, the legend of pirates will never end.

Before I decided to become a pirate, I was a Kul Tiran. In my country, two kinds of stories are most popular: the stories of sea heroes, and the stories of pirates.

I have been fascinated by these stories since I was a child.

For example, I know that after the end of the age of the gods, the Zandalari Empire, which took advantage of the situation, is the strongest among the troll pirates who are rampant in the world.

Zandalari Pirate Lord, Zem'lan! "

"Wait, that name!"

The old mage suddenly interrupted Bu Laike with his hand. He flipped through his handbook and said:

"The high elves also have records of this name.

It is said that their predecessor, Dath'Remar Sunstrider, took the first batch of high elves across the endless sea and was plundered by a group of troll pirates during his journey to the eastern continent.

And the leader of that group of powerful pirates is Zemlan, the Zandalari pirate king! "

Meili Dongfeng caressed his handwriting, and he said with a trace of curiosity in his tone:

"That happened 7,300 years ago. I never imagined that I would be able to come into contact with real people who existed in that long history during this long trip.

Can you be sure that the tomb of the pirate king Zemlan is in the Wharton Desert? "

"cemetery?"

Bu Laike blinked, and he asked the old mage:

"Master, who told you that the pirate king Zemlan is dead?"

"not dead?"

The old mage widened his eyes and said:

"How? The lifespan of trolls is generally between two and three hundred years old. They do have a way to make their souls live forever, but their bodies will always die.

According to the records of the high elves, Zemlan is not a troll priest. In fact, he is more like a shadow walker. How could it be possible?

Ah, I see.

Zem'lan became Bwonsamdi's disciple, and it used the power of the god of death to survive thousands of years, right? "

"That's actually not quite right."

Bu Laike frowned, and after a few seconds, he shook his head and said:

"Trying to explain to you the current state of Chu Zemran without seeing it in person is difficult.

But it does live to this day.

But it's not Bwonsamdi's disciple.

It was just one of Bwonsamdi's countless traders, and it hadn't fulfilled its deal with Bwonsamdi, so Death punished it with the power bestowed on it.

All I have to do now is to give that poor guy a break.

Get the mojo that Bwonsamdi left there by the way. "

"No, your plan is more than that."

The old mage sitting on the magic carpet shook his head, and said softly:

"Bwonsamdi didn't even try to help you. That's its mojo. It can take it away at will. Have you considered it? It might just be using you.

After you get rid of that deadbeat Pirate King for it, you probably get nothing. "

"What do you mean by 'possibly' using me?"

Bu Laike rode on the speeding velociraptor, he looked at the old mage strangely, and said:

"Bwonsamdi's definitely using me, okay? No one in the world knows what that crafty old troll is like than I do.

But don't worry, master.

If the deal is not completed, even Bwonsamdi can't take away that power.

I have already prepared.

And compared to Hella's weakness that cannot be exploited at all now, Bwonsamdi's weakness is actually easier to exploit. Don't worry, even if I completely tear my face apart in the end, I still have the means to counter it. "

He took a deep breath, grabbed the raptor's rein, looked at the dark night in front of him, and said confidently:

"Speaking of Zam'lan, the pirate king of Zandalari, he hid the legend of his life and all the treasures he looted in the desert of Vol'dun.

It's so greedy, so longing.

It is unwilling to let go, so it guards its treasure and power in the form of a curse.

I have come for the power and for the treasure.

I will bear the banner of my predecessors, and create my own pirate legend on the sea of ​​looting thousands of years later! I will carry these traditions forward.

In fact, as you can see, this trip from the Broken Shore to Zandalar looks like an escape, but it is not.

It's not just an escape.

And it's not just about where my soul belongs, and the freedom I long for.

It is the beginning of a career.

I will take this as my life as a pirate, and for this career plan, there is nothing better than finding the treasure of a generation of pirate kings with my own hands, and inheriting its strength and legacy. "

Bu Laike laughed.

His laughter spread far and wide in this dark jungle, he stroked the one-handed sword at his waist, and said in a relaxed tone:

"I guess, before the pirate king Zemlan disappeared, the last words he left to this world should be like this:"

He cleared his throat and said in a drawn out voice:

"Want my treasure? Want my power?

go find it!

go find it! ! !

I hid them in the deepest part of the Vol'dun Desert, if you can find them... it's all yours! "

(end of this chapter)