Azeroth Shadow Trail

Chapter 434

Early the next morning, on the wharf of Rogue Harbor, the Alpaca, which had been unloaded and reloaded, was ready to set off.

The three decks of the troll ship were filled with North Sea pirates who had not yet understood what had happened, but their cunning minds had already realized that something was wrong.

The undead pirates who have newly occupied Rogue Harbor have no intention of recruiting them or absorbing them. Now they have to pack them into the strange black ship, and they don't know where to send them.

These guys used to be in the slave trade.

They knew very well the miserable life after becoming slaves. When a few people incited them, saying that the undead pirates wanted to sell them to the South China Sea as slaves, many people became restless.

So last night, there was a small riot among the pirates in the North Sea.

As a result of the riots, there were many more guys "swinging" on the pier.

While the Alpaca, several ships escorting him, and the underwater Nagfar set sail from the pier, in the pirate tavern in Rogue Harbor, the evil eye and Kanrethad who had just sent off with the ship Zarak, the giant magician, will be here alone drinking wine.

Logically speaking, there shouldn't be any friendship between warlocks.

But Zarak, Xieyan, and the skinny boy are very close, and the relationship between them is also very complicated.

The magic of Zarak and Kanrethad was taught by the evil eye, but after joining the Nathalas Academy, they became classmates again, hanging around the captain together.

Learn together, grow together, get scolded together, and survive difficult times together.

These three cunning guys are actually very clear about the "elimination" of incompetent subordinates that Bu Laike secretly carried out, and it is not just because of the luck of the three that they can escape the life-threatening crisis every time.

In this world, how can there be a lucky sorcerer?

The reason why they can survive time and time again is because these three guys can always think about one thing and work together at critical moments.

It cannot be said to be like-minded, but it can only be said to be like-minded.

"It's fine to go anywhere, even if I venture back to Zandalar or Vol'dun, I'm willing, but why Zul'Drak? Why do you have to be those savage frost trolls?"

Zarak, wearing a wooden mask, drank a few more glasses, and his self-control dropped a bit, so he smashed the glass on the table, and said fiercely:

"Before my father died, he specifically told me not to go back there. The damn frost trolls are a bunch of racist barbarians.

Once they find out that I am a shameful mixed race, I will definitely be roasted and eaten by them.

Damn ogre trolls!

Damn headhunting tradition. "

"Well said, brother."

Zarak's soliloquy drew a voice of appreciation.

It was a weak and deep voice, which startled the giant magician. He turned his head, and there was a burning sacrificial flame in his left hand with three fingers.

Behind him, stood a frost troll with sticks.

The standard frost troll posture, frost blue to almost gloomy skin, mohican white hair, rougher fangs than other trolls, and the bowed walking posture.

However, the Drakkari troll behind Zarak was unexpectedly thin, as if stunted.

He was leaning on a wooden stick because his leg was injured. The calf below the knee seemed to have grown new, and the skin color was different from other places.

This is the rebirth of a broken limb, a racial talent that all trolls have. Because the northern trolls are in a harsh environment, their rebirth of a broken limb will be stronger.

However, this thin troll is different from other Drakkari trolls in that he has a pair of very clever and intelligent eyes.

Facing Zalak's vigilance and hostility, the familiar troll waved his hand and sat on the chair next to Zalak. He raised his head and said to the troll bartender Laenka in front of him:

"Have a drink, brother of the Zandalari."

"Well, a deposed priest of Drakaleloa has come to Old Rahnka's Gold Tooth Tavern. This is a rare visitor."

Crazy voices came from behind the bar.

That's right.

The tavern in this pirate town has been taken down by the "Gold Tooth Gang".

It is now run by the mad witch doctor Laenka, who is said to be a direct appointment from Commander Bo Laike.

But the undead pirates all knew how insane their witch doctor was, so from the "opening" of the Golden Tooth Tavern last night to now, the only guest who came was Zarak.

And the giant magician didn't have to come to taste the "flavored wine" "made" by La Enka, he was just depressed, and he just found a place to vent.

The undead pirates would rather gather on the beach and enjoy the sea breeze to drink than come to Laenka's Gold Tooth Tavern to seek guilt, which made the crazy witch doctor very hurt for a while.

But there is no way.

Ordinary people are really not that lucky to enjoy the "flavored" wine prepared by La Enka.

However, although the old witch doctor was crazy, his eyes were very poisonous, and he could tell the identity of the Drakkari troll who talked to Zarak at a glance.

This is a former loa priest.

I don't know how a noble guy like him was plundered by North Sea pirates to Rogue Harbor.

"Sage! We've got guests."

La Enka, who was wearing a crooked troll bartender outfit, picked up a dirty glass and shouted to the kitchen:

"Get the toad venom you just scraped off, I'm going to make a 'toad-flavored juice' for my guest, he's injured and can't drink.

But I know he will love my juice. "

As soon as he said this, the expression of the thin troll immediately froze.

Then he saw another crazy troll running out with a croaking poisonous toad in one hand and a knife in the other.

With a "pure" smile, it seems that he wants to take out the freshest toad juice for the guests.

"Come on, Boss, this is the freshest croak, it will definitely produce the freshest juice."

This guy's name is Sergey.

The troll magic stick in Rogue Harbor is best at using poisonous toads to heal injuries, use poisonous toads for divination, and use poisonous toads to make potions. It always likes to call toads croaks.

It doesn't look normal at first glance.

It is said that a certain clan from Stranglethorn Vale was hit in the head by a shell during a naval battle, and ordinary people would die long ago after suffering such injuries. But Sergey is a magical troll, and after a difficult month, he came back to life.

It's just that since then, it has become a little crazy.

He was a well-known lunatic among North Sea pirates. Few pirates believed in his toad divination, but Anne Bonn believed that every female pirate would ask Serge for divination before every raid.

Therefore, the relationship between the two is good, so this troll lunatic escaped the killing last night and today's exile, and was allowed to stay in Rogue Harbor.

In the end, for some reason, he was caught by the same crazy La Enka and recruited to become the "chef" of the Golden Tooth Tavern.

The combined lethality of these two "crashing dragon and phoenix chicks" is not covered.

Serge brought the poisonous toad, and La Enka picked up the sacrificial knife in his hand, and with a puff, he inserted it into the back of the poisonous toad neatly, and grabbed the thing in his hand again.

Squeezing poison out of a dirty glass like squeezing orange juice.

With a frightened look, the little troll took a look at the wild process of the two lunatics preparing "juice" for him.

He tried his best not to look at the "juice" that a madman would drink.

Turning to Zarak said:

"Brother, to be honest, although I was born in the Drakkari troll empire, I have long been dissatisfied with the barbaric customs of my barbarian compatriots.

Other trolls have become civilized, and even the weakest Amani clan have given up cannibalism.

It's disappointing that we still have the stupid and disgusting practice of cannibalism. I just heard what you said, you are disappointed in our clan too, right?

I have a plan, do you want to come together, let's change the Drakkari clan, let's make it great again.

We can do it! "

"Who are you?"

The giant magician sneered, and said bluntly:

"Who is your brother? Which of your eyes see that I am a Drakkari troll? Can't you see that I can stand upright? I am a Zandalari troll, Zandalar, do you understand?

Civilized trolls! Noble troll. "

"Hehehe, don't say that ridiculous thing, my brother."

The little troll was made to laugh out loud by Zarak's words. He leaned back and forth, pointed at the giant magician and said:

"You're just a half-breed.

Although you can straighten your back and speak with the arrogance of the Zandalari clan, the fierceness and viciousness that belongs to the Northland in your breath cannot be concealed.

That is the dark nature of all Drakkari trolls. You cannot suppress it, and it will guide you back to your homeland, even if it is thousands of miles away.

From the moment you were born, your fate has been tied to Zul'Drak.

You hate your clan, you hate your other half, but the fetters of fate are endless. I guess, your next step is to go to Zul'Drak.

And you don't want to go.

Just like me, I don't want to go back to that dark place.

Although it was a misfortune to be plundered by North Sea pirates to this place.

But I feel safer even in a pirate's cage, even tormented by them, than among my savage kin.

At least the pirates won’t eat me just because I’m born thin.”

The little troll sighed.

He said:

"But we don't want to, but we have to go to Zul'Drak. Since the fate is like this, and we both hate the backward and barbaric Drakkari trolls, why don't we join hands to change it?

As I said, I have a plan.

I've actually been watching you, my brother.

I noticed that your position in this pirate team seems to be unusual. You are a powerful man, maybe we can help each other. "

"hehe."

Zarak sneered.

Although the little troll had a natural sensitivity to see through the complex feelings he had for Zul'Drak, it didn't mean that Zarak had to trust him.

Behind the wooden mask, Zarak rolled his eyes, and a genius-like idea immediately emerged from the vicious heart of a warlock.

He pointed to the toad-flavored juice prepared by La Enka in front of him. There was a layer of weird black juice floating on the disgusting thing that smelled unappetizing.

Say:

"You want me to listen to your plan? Then drink it to prove your sincerity."

"Uh"

The little troll glanced at the glass of "juice" in front of him, no matter from the bubbling shape or the disgusting smell, it reminded him.

Don't drink!

You will die if you drink it!

But he glanced at the sneering Zarak again, and the little troll gritted his teeth. Under the stunned gaze of the troll magician, he picked up the glass of something that would kill him at a glance, and drank it in one gulp.

The atmosphere in the tavern froze.

A few seconds later, the convinced Zalak gave a thumbs up to the little troll who was covering his mouth to suppress his desire to vomit.

He said:

"He's a ruthless person! I'm convinced, I've seen too many people who are desperate, but it's the first time I've seen you who are so desperate, let's talk about your so-called plan.

I just happened to need a guide for Zul'Drak, maybe you can do that too.

By the way, what's your name? A little man who is not afraid of death. "

"vomit"

The little troll was about to speak.

As soon as he opened his mouth, he let out an uncomfortable retch.

He said in a difficult tone while his throat was hot as if drinking magma:

"My name is Da Dakuru. Destined to change. Dakalai's people. Uh, I'm a little... a little dizzy. I'll sleep for a while. Just for a while."

"boom"

In the end, the little troll couldn't withstand the "juice" secretly made by Raenka, and smashed his head on the bar.

He fell into a deep sleep almost instantly.

However, after he fell asleep, the troll magician discovered that the small troll who called himself "Dakuru" was wounded. It seemed that the calf that was cut off before and was being reborn was growing at a rapid speed.

Zarak turned his head and glanced suspiciously at the crazy troll bartender Rahnka.

The latter gave him a "wise" look.

Holding the dead poisonous toad in his hands, he mumbled:

"Bwonsamdi, don't take it. It has a job to do. Ah, Bwonsamdi, don't take it."

"Raenka, do you also think this troll Dakuru can do great things?"

Zarak had dealt with Laenka in the Wharton Desert back then. He knew that this crazy witch doctor had some strange abilities, so he asked carefully.

As a result, La Enka glared at him, fondled the poisonous toad that had been squeezed into a ball of bad habits, and said seriously:

"Don't disturb my ceremony!

I need this croak to come alive, and I'm going to use it to prepare flavored wine for my next guest. Speaking of which, you have been sitting with me for so long, why do you only drink human wine?

You are a troll!

Come on, let me prepare you a glass of passionate 'scorpion blood wine'. This is the sting of a poisonous scorpion that I have kept well from my hometown in Wharton. Look at it, how fresh it is.

Look at this venom, how delicious it is, this is the taste of home.

Let's have a drink. "

"that."

Zarak is about to slip away.

He was a troll with the ability to regenerate limbs, and a dark sorcerer smeared with venom, but he didn't think he could stand up to Rahnka's flavored wine either.

As a result, just as he was about to speak, he heard La Enka's tone turn negative, saying:

"If you don't want to drink, I'll ask Bwonsamdi to take you away, you know I can talk to him, Bwonsamdi, please take this in front of me"

"Okay! I'll drink! I'll drink, okay?

Don't just call the god of death's name at every turn, it won't infiltrate people! It is because of your bad attitude that no one comes to your tavern!

Bastard, the customer is the God of Loa, do you understand? "

(end of this chapter)