Azeroth Shadow Trail

Chapter 157 65. A sea turtle successfully enters the water

"Thanks, Old Garni, I knew you were the most generous Loa."

The pirate's eyes lit up, and he praised the king of the garbage heap very disgustingly.

Old Garney enjoyed the flattery, too, drawing out his voice, wagging his head, and laughing, carrying his tribute, and disappearing on top of the great rubbish heap.

But that's not all for Laike.

After the old Ghani disappeared, he took out Zemlan's good luck dice and looked at it in his hand. On a certain side of the bone dice, the simple notch belonging to the old Ghani became clearer.

This means that, after Akunda, Loa's all-powerful destiny bone dice has unlocked an enhanced skill for Bu Laike that corresponds to the old Gani.

"Well, if only every loa were as generous as you, Old Ghani."

Bu Laike sighed, put the bone dice in his pocket, and walked out of the trash dump temple with brisk steps. Garona was waiting for him leaning on the stone pillar next to him.

"I'm going to Nazmir."

The legendary assassin was playing with the scales that Akunda gave her before, and she said to Bu Laike:

"Akunda's scales will guide me the way. This time I will visit the Night Lord Sirik this time, and I won't waste too much time. Afterwards, I will go to the tortoise's pier in the northeast of the desert to meet you.

do you want to come with me Captain Boo Laike.

You are also an assassin in the shadows, maybe like old Garni, Sirik will show you the secrets of the night"

"No, it won't."

The pirate shook his head and said to Garona:

"There are very few loas who are as talkative as old Gani. Old Gani is a low-level loa, and he doesn't have a bad temper. But Sirik is a high-level loa, with powerful divine power and noble status.

It has many troll clans following it, with huge followers, and naturally its temper is not very good.

Akunda's scales are a reward for you alone, even if Sirik bestows the mystery of the night, it will only be given to you alone.

If I go with you, the Night Lords will take it as a provocation.

I have gained enough from this trip, you go alone.

At dawn, we will return to the Temple of the Devout first, send the wounded back, and then let Warwick and his people go to Zem'lan Port to wait.

Afterwards, go to the Tortoise’s Totaka Wharf, receive the ships there, return to Zemlan Port, and finally drive north along the coastline of Zuldazar.

It is estimated that it will take seven to ten days to complete these things, which is enough for you to complete your adventure in the Nazmir jungle. "

Bo Laike grinned and said to the Legendary Assassin:

"When approaching Sirik's lair, be careful of those Midnight Sons with Sirik's blood. Those vampire bats are very powerful. Anyone who wants to see Sirik must pass through them.

"Ok."

Garona pulled her hood down, looked back at the desert under the dawn, stretched out her hand and blew a whistle, and a hyena mount tamed by a vulpera ran over quickly.

The legendary assassin put on his veil, nodded to Bo Laike, and said:

"I'm leaving overnight. Nazmir, is there anything you want? If it's easy, I can get some for you."

"Let's forget about that broken place. Everything there is harmful. I don't need anything there."

Bu Laike stroked his chin and said to Garona:

"However, if you can steal a few dinosaur eggs of Direhorn, Devilsaur, or Royal Pterodactyl, I'm a little interested. Those giant beasts are currently only found somewhere in Zandalar and Kalimdor.

I have a ranger friend in the Eastern Continent.

This time I went back to see him on the way, and it would be nice to give him a rare war beast egg as a gift.

But there is no need to take it deliberately. If those wild beasts are provoked, even for legends, it will be very troublesome. "

"it is good."

The half-orc assassin made an OK gesture, which she learned from Braike, and without saying goodbye, Garona pulled the rein, and galloped into the desert amidst the howling of the hyena. go.

The pirate watched the legendary assassin disappear, and he glanced back at the gravel coast behind him.

A fire was burning on the pier, the Faithless Snakes were dead and wounded, and the undead pirates under Laike's command perfectly fulfilled the captain's order.

They hardly let any of the snake people go.

There are also some dying snake people who are thrown into the fire and burned to death.

The pirates ignored them and walked towards the edge of the pier, where there were already Zandalari exiles cannon fodder, carrying supplies and valuable loot to the Naglfar.

Further north of the gravel coast, it is already quite close to the vast territory of nearly one-third of the northern part of the Great Wharton Desert, which is the territory of the Faithless Snakeman.

Any race that enters it will be abused and attacked by snake people.

They have an absolute numerical advantage there.

However, what is special about the gravel coast is that there is a small pier here, although it is not the military pier of the golden fleet of the Zandalari troll dynasty.

Occasionally, however, troll warships resupply here. Some troll merchants who do some smuggling business between the main island and nearby islands will also choose to stop at the pier on the gravel coast.

This seemingly desolate place is considered a "foreign trade port" for the Empire of the Unbelievers to conduct slave business, so it can be regarded as a relatively luscious place in the barren and barren Wharton Desert.

Although this trip was to rescue the pious snakemen who had been captured, after the war, roughly calculated, the undead pirates under Bu Laike's command also made a small fortune.

And because of the rampant slave trade of the unbelieving snake people, the snake people on the gravel coast have good armor and weapons. After this battle, these weapons and armor are also cheaper for the exiles and cannon fodder.

"Put all your people on board! Things won't last long here, and soon there will be an army of unbelievers, snakemen, and we don't have time to fight them again!"

Bu Laike stretched out his hand and pushed the black pirate hat on his head, leaning on the dagger at his waist, and shouted to the devout snake guides:

"We are short on time. After dawn, we will go back to the Temple of the Devout, and we will not stay longer. You will tell your prophets that he must bring the keystone to unlock the seal, and leave the Great Desert of Wharton with us.

I have found the perfect hiding place for your holy relics in Curry, the magical city of Dalaran on the Eastern Continent!

Be sure to tell this news to your prophets exactly.

This is very important, get it? "

Because they were far away, the pirate captain spoke very loudly, and said it in a not-so-standard Snake-Man language.

Several pious guides did not like these pirates at first.

But tonight it was indeed a desperate battle for them to help rescue the stolen tribe, so this also changed the impression of Bu Laike, the pirate captain.

Hearing his instructions, several guides nodded in unison while uttering snake letters.

After Bu Laike left, he pulled out the knife with the lightning around his waist and killed all the unbelievers in the vicinity. After repeatedly confirming that no unbelievers who had heard the secret would survive, he stopped and boarded the boat.

Their movements did not escape the attention of Bu Laike, who had nimbly jumped onto the ghost ship.

The pirates always lamented that these pious snake people are indeed worthy of being elites in all battles. This kind of carefulness and prudence alone are worthy of being cultivated as true direct descendants.

but

Bu Laike's eyes moved to the burning ruins of a large snake man tent on the coast in the next moment.

There lay more than a dozen corpses of unbelievers snakemen who had been burned into kebabs. It seemed that there was no life left, but the next moment, Laike activated his tracking skills.

In the perception, it was like a vivid radar search, clearly aware that under the ruins, there was a remnant soldier of unbelievers hiding in an underground hole, lingering on his last breath.

hehe.

He said the secret so loudly just now, the unbelievers must have heard that they will pass this crucial news to their unbelievers, the great emperor Ketaike.

The Emperor who wanted to unleash the dark things in the Great Sands of Vol'dun will also know the whereabouts of the last keystone.

Wonderful.

Rubbing his chin, Bu Laike looked out at the waves under the gloomy night of the sea and thought to himself:

"It's a huge snake empire, and likes to capture slaves, so it has fighting power, but it has to nest in the small place of Wharton and fight for the king. What's the point of being a toubob?

I've left a beacon for you

For your conquest, Lord Kortek.

Let's set sail!

Assemble your Faithless Fleet!

Join the battle for supremacy in this marauding sea!

Let the journey of the endless sea be more lively. Make Dailin and Kul Tiras more headaches, and give the world and the eastern continent countries that are destined to be quiet for more than ten years in the future

Fill in a spark. "

With this wild thought in mind, Bo Laike raised his hand as the last of the snakeman guides deftly climbed onto the deck.

As soon as the order was issued, the next moment, at the moment when the morning light tore apart the darkness of the sea, the ghost ship parted the icy water, and slowly sank below the sea surface like a giant beast sinking.

Another robbery!

Another victory!

This feeling of returning home with a full load is really refreshing.

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Two days later, in the northeast of the Voldun Desert, on the coast of a large stretch of coast separated from the Snake Canyon where the Faithless Snakeman Empire is located, and a mountain range occupied by them, the Setaris Temple.

The Nagfar slowly floated up to the surface of the sea from the evening glow.

In two days, this ghost ship ate the souls of five or six hundred unbelievers, snakemen, and finally let it heal itself, but it still looks like a cold and decaying keel ghost ship.

Bu Laike actually didn't like the sloppy appearance, he preferred Kul Tiras warships that were clean everywhere.

But helplessly, the conditions are not enough now, and there is no way to ask for more.

And it is this sinister and awe-inspiring posture that can highlight the gloomy temperament that the ghost ship should have, and can better scare other people.

Bu Laike didn't let everyone off the boat.

He temporarily handed over the command to his first mate, Red Blackhand, and his most loyal dog-legged second mate, the sorcerer Xieyan. He sat in a rotten boat with Maim and a few plundering orc axemen. .

Driving towards this small peninsula beach named Totaka Wharf controlled by the tortoise.

"Hey, the baby turtles that just broke their shells are going into the sea."

Wearing a pirate hat, a pirate windbreaker, an eye patch, and a beard on his chin, Laike waded onto the white sandy beach and immediately found many little turtles crawling on the sandy beach.

This is their first adventure after hatching.

They climb very slowly. Although the beach is not long, the road is dangerous. There are hungry and vicious albatrosses flying around in the sky, eating them as food.

There are also big red crabs in the seawater, watching these little creatures covetously, Da'ao is constantly moving, and is ready for "additional meals".

"I've heard that Tortollan's life begins with threats, just like these baby turtles on the beach. The cycle of life is cruel, isn't it, Mam."

Laike was melancholy for a moment like a philosopher.

With his hips akimbo, he turned around and said something to his third mate.

Maim was an orc, and orcs would not be so sentimental, and he didn't quite understand what Bo Laike meant by saying this suddenly.

He thought his captain felt pity for these little turtles.

As a result, in the next second, under Maim's stunned gaze, Bu Laike, who was as melancholy as a philosopher, suddenly raised his foot and kicked behind the little turtle under his feet.

It's like playing football, watching the little sea turtle soar into the air dancing, draw a perfect arc on the sea surface, and finally fall into the sea safely.

The pirate elongated his tone, counting while kicking as if venting his anger:

"One turtle successfully entered the water! Two, three, four and ten!"

Kicking the last little turtle away, Bo Laike snapped his fingers, returned to the philosopher's posture, and said to the orc behind him:

"Well, it's cool. Let's go and talk about business."

(end of this chapter)