Azeroth Shadow Trail

Chapter 1274 24. The old Gani who sticks to the bottom line is the most handsome!

It's been a long time, the old Garni, the god of garbage guys, is really "changing with each passing day".

It still maintains its classic appearance of a slender jawed dragon with bright scales, but it has a lot of "accessories" on its body, not to mention the worn-out envelope and backpack, which is the embodiment of old Gani's new priesthood.

Not to mention the red cloth hood over its head.

It was something that Bo Laike had lost to old Garni after he lost his cherished vision of the Sargeras curse, who apparently used the irreparable thing as a "status symbol".

Although the blindfold cannot be repaired, the strange ability is still there, and it can also be mobilized and used by the old Ghani, which can make the god of trashmen more clearly perceive the existence of evil energy and demons.

It's like a radar.

This thing is not very useful in the current Azeroth, but if the old Garni is going to be active in Dellano in the future, it will be very important.

After all, old Ghany was only a weak loa, and he was only just heading towards a normal loa with Boo Laike's tailgate. In a world full of demons, there were too many terrible things to kill him.

But the thing that made Bo Laike couldn't hold back the most was that the old Ghani put "boots" on his feet.

A pair of dwarf-style hunting boots, Bo Laike's favorite shoe lost in Silithus, a gift from old Hemet, very very hunting boots.

However, after it was contaminated with C'Thun's gastric juice, it was corroded to an unsightly condition. After getting it, Old Ghani seemed to have asked someone to sew it up.

But poor needlework skills made the worn-out shoes even more unsightly.

But no matter how ugly the shoes are, they are full of joy when they are worn by a slender jaw dragon, just like Puss in Boots, there is a touch of joy in addition to the weirdness.

"What do you say you wear shoes? Your paws don't fit in them at all. Wouldn't it be uncomfortable?"

Bo Laike was smoking a pipe, looking at old Garney's new equipment with weird eyes, he complained:

"Also, all the new things on your body seem to be related to me. Who is the god of scavengers?"

"That's right, which of us is the god of scavengers?"

Old Garney grinned, showing his rasp-like teeth, and repeated Laike's question in an oddly drawn voice, filling the sentence with instant sarcasm.

"Don't complain about my new shoes. I can walk in any environment after wearing them, which greatly improves my delivery efficiency. This is the best piece of garbage I got from you."

The Trash God snorted, flicked his tail, took the letter from Bo Laike with his nimble paws, glanced at it again, and said;

"Why are there still several copies? Didn't you say it was going to be given to Velen, the Prophet of the Draenei? Who are the others for? If you send several copies like this at one time, you will have to pay extra!"

Old Garney rolled his sly eyeballs and said:

"You should at least give me a few precious pieces of garbage. I smelled fel-smelling garbage in the fort next to me. That weird burning smell made my heart itch.

You go and help me find it, you are so talented in picking up waste, do me a favor and make me happy too. "

"Find it yourself."

Bu Laike rolled his eyes and said:

"I'm still busy. Except for Velen, those few letters are all to be sent back to Azeroth. You are very familiar there, just in the blink of an eye.

I want to gather all those who are really concerned about demon affairs and hold a meeting in Dellano, a land ravaged by demons, to give the peace-loving justice warriors of the two worlds a place to communicate, so that they can think Come up with a countermeasure.

By the way, give my evil friends a place to make trouble, and give them a chance to give those scumbags a chance to make their last stand.

Of course, it's on my territory, hehe, I still want to fight with me. "

The stinky pirate let out a sullen and evil laugh, which made old Garni move his body uncomfortably.

It knew that the big bastard, Boo Laike, was pushing something damn scary again.

The good trash god wanted to leave now, but after thinking for a while, he approached Bo Laike wagging his tail, stretched his slender neck to the pirate's ear, and whispered:

"When are you going back to Azeroth?"

"Eh? Do you want me to go back so much? No, when did our relationship get so good?"

The stinky pirate glanced at old Garni strangely, and said:

"Have you been bullied by someone? Are you going to ask me to go back to suppress the place? No problem! Let me tell you, whoever dares to bully you will be against me, and I will beat up those guys when I am free.

You wait a few days, I'll go back when I'm done. "

"No, I am such a good-tempered god, who would provoke me without incident?"

Old Garni shook his head and explained:

"It's just that the situation on Zandalar Island is a bit strange during this time, especially on the Wharton Desert. I always feel that something is going to happen, and I haven't been able to sleep well recently.

I want you to go and have a look, or simply teach the snake people a lesson. They have gone crazy recently and have been digging the temple under the desert.

And you might not know it, but something happened in the swamps of Nazmir. "

Speaking of this, Old Ghani was a little scared.

It said more quietly:

"The horrible thing in that golden palace seems to be waking up.

The Golden Dynasty sent soldiers and guards to seal off the swamp, while the blood trolls abandoned their territory and went to worship in a newly dug underground pit in groups.

Things are troublesome.

Old Bwonsamdi took the chance you gave and ran off to Zul'Farrak, but the other loas aren't as free as he is, and I still have a lot of followers there.

You find a way to help me, and it's best to get rid of it before things get worse. You've already killed two Old Gods, so another one won't be a big problem, right? "

"Wait, you say G'huun is about to wake up?"

Bo Laike frowned, took down his pipe and said:

"When did this happen?"

"Just ten days ago!"

Old Garni rolled his eyes and immediately replied:

"It's almost after you left Pandaria. This incident is also strange. There was no sign at all, and it broke out suddenly. I also asked Zul specifically, but the dark prophet couldn't figure it out.

He said he could only see shadows looming over the Zandalar and all the loa, but there was hope shining through as well.

This is not to say that it is not said. "

The Trash God complained:

"You prophets are really annoying. The more important things are, the more you have to play this kind of riddle game."

"He's not playing with words."

Bu Laike shook his head, without further explanation, said:

"Don't worry, don't be afraid, I will help you if something goes wrong. But now you have to find out if there is any connection between the blood troll uprising in Nazmir and the snakeman operation in the Voldun Desert.

I mean, before I go back, you at least have to figure out who is behind these two things.

My personal preference is that our dear Corruptors are trying to salvage the situation again. "

The smelly pirate sneered and said:

"Its activity in the past hundreds of thousands of years has given it power all over the world. Before you noticed, the shadow of N'Zoth appeared in the seal that suppressed G'huun.

It should be that the failure of Pandaria made the Corruptor angry, so it took advantage of me to leave Azeroth to prepare for a wave of big events.

But not so fast. "

Bu Laike comforted the frightened old Garni and said:

"That seal is not so easy to break. Even if the Snakeman dug out the horrors under the desert, Zuldazar must first be captured to break G'huun's ultimate seal.

Even if I don't intervene in this process, it won't be done in a few months. We have enough time to react, so don't get confused.

Steady is victory.

Speaking of which, you started to be active in the world of Dellano, is it to find a way out for yourself? Your eyes are really not that good, this place is much messier than Azeroth. "

"The chaos is really messy, but there is also a lot of rubbish!"

Old Garney said with bright eyes:

"I thought the Genie was lying to me at the time, but I took some time to send a few scavengers to Dellano for a few laps, and then I realized that what the Genie said was true!

This world is full of garbage, it's my paradise!

My newly developed believers in the local area collected a lot of useful garbage without much effort, and my believers in the ruined city of the ogre were especially powerful.

They got me a lot of broken rune weapons, enough to arm my followers in Zandalar.

I never thought that those elves were so talented in picking up waste. I couldn't believe it when they took the initiative to seek refuge with me.

Who would have thought that I, a loa who believes in trolls, can still find elf believers.

Tsk tsk, I can be considered to have done something that other loas can't do at all. "

"wait!"

Bu Laike suddenly caught a very important message from old Garni's words, and he said suspiciously:

"The ruins of the ogre city? You mean Highmaul! And the elves there came to you asking for help? Was it the Quel'dorei group of missing Reliquary archaeologists?

Are they your followers now? "

"Yes, that's them."

Old Garni said with a blank face:

"When they found me, they were being hunted down by a group of terrifying black knights. The blood on my body was miserable, and everyone was wounded. They asked me to protect them, guide them, and gave me a lot of rubbish as tribute.

I used my divine power to help them go back to hide in the ruins. Recently, I taught them to collect various materials to survive and avoid the black knight's pursuit.

What's wrong with this? "

"Well you old Garni!"

Bu Laike grabbed old Garni's head and hammered it a few times, then let it go amidst the jabbering of the trash god, and said out of anger:

"I just said that I sent watchmen to find them, but they couldn't find them. I was still wondering if those guys flew with wings, but I didn't expect you to be doing something secretly!

Just tell me where they are.

Did you know that those guys are hiding the most valuable treasure in the whole Dellano! "

"Huh? Are they still hiding treasures? Or is it the most valuable treasure in the entire world?"

Old Ghani was startled, and immediately snapped his teeth and claws angrily:

"It's the other way around! As a believer of the god of garbage, he actually hides rare treasures, what a bunch of damned heretics! I knew elves couldn't be trusted!

asshole!

They should be thrown to those black knights now! "

"You should have noticed something was wrong when they were hunted down by the Black Knight. Who is the Black Knight? Do you think the best treasure hunters among the stars would be interested in a bunch of trash?"

Bu Laike sneered:

"I think you are really stupid for picking up garbage. Quickly, give me their hiding place, and I will send someone to get them back."

"Oh, even a heretic believer is still a believer."

Old Garni rolled his eyes and said in a drawn out voice:

"Who in Azeroth doesn't know, my old Ghani is the best for believers, and I will never give up any believers, let alone hand over my believers to a terrible pirate.

They have given me a lot of treasures and rubbish. As this kind of loa with a bottom line, I can't do such unconscionable things, right? "

"Why are you so annoying? Isn't it just adding money?"

Bu Laike took out the eyeball of the abyss lord that was just sent by the evil eye from the bag, handed it to old Garni and said:

"Is this enough?"

"I don't want this!"

Old Garney snorted, not even looking at what was in front of him.

It pinched its nose with flexible claws and stepped back a few steps, screaming:

"It's babe! You know, I can't have babe, I just want crap, that's my bottom line"

"puff"

Old Gani hadn't finished speaking when he saw Bu Laike condense a shadow throwing knife from his finger, and stabbed the demon's eyeball that was too big like a fel orb in his hand.

This knife precisely destroyed the most valuable part of the eyeball, greatly reducing its ability to condense magic power, but it did not completely destroy it, and still retained a part of the magic power core.

But it managed to make the eyeball slip from the most advanced magic material to the level of a tasteless thing.

"Hey, now it's fresh out of the oven, and it's pure trash."

Bo Laike waved the broken eyeball in front of old Garni's bright eyes and said:

"I like people with a bottom line, so do you want it? Is this enough to buy your bottom line?"

The eyes of the slender jawed dragon god followed the broken eyeball moving up and down in the hand of the stinky pirate, and it even made a movement of swallowing saliva. After a few seconds, old Gani snatched the broken garbage eyeball with his nimble claws come over.

It shook its head again, made a helpless and sad expression, and said:

"Oh, although I am very good to believers, the heretics who hide treasures still have to be punished. They obviously don't serve me sincerely. They just use my hidden divine power to avoid danger.

This behavior is too hateful!

These wretches must be fixed by someone worse, so, in the name of the trash god, I place a bounty on the Uncrowned.

My dear great scavenger Bu Laike, solve this headache for your scavenger god. "

Old Ghani held his damaged precious eyeballs. He looked at the precious "kill-on-point" garbage in his hands with a kind of obsessive eyes. "The position was accurately told to Bu Laike.

Bu Laike also conveyed the latest target information to the two Void Wardens who were active in Nagrand through Xal'atath.

He sent off the old Garni who got the satisfied garbage, stepped on the funny boots, shook his head with the red turban, bounced and disappeared into the smoke of the garbage dump.

"As expected of you, old Gani, you really are my lucky star."

Bu Laike laughed like a big villain. He looked back at the demon fortress with the flames extinguished behind him in satisfaction, thinking about the next thing in his mind, and walked there quickly.

And in the westernmost part of Nagrand, in the deepest part of the ruins of a huge city near the coast, a group of Quel'dorei elves dressed like beggars hid here, staring dumbfoundedly at the old Ghani statue that they visited before them. .

Amid the stench of the malicious "loa farts," they felt cut off from their god of trash.

They were abandoned by their gods.

What the hell is going on in this world?

Are these noble elves not even qualified to be beggars in another world now?

(end of this chapter)