Azeroth Shadow Trail

Chapter 441 150. A New Storm Has Appeared

Little Xingxing stood beside the captain expressionlessly, glaring at the hateful Loa with his eyes, but old Gani was not afraid of the threat of this chick's eyes at all.

Heh, it's just a little dragon.

If her grandfather or the spell weaver came over, Old Gani would run away in fear.

"So, Dailin should have been assassinated by Aluriel, right? But how did he notice me? Could it be that the silly elf of Aluriel was captured by my old man's legendary 'Elf Affinity'? ?

No way.

Such a black-skinned elf, the old man can do it too? "

Bu Laike breathed out a puff of smoke ring melancholy, and said:

"Hey, Dai Lin may be killed by a cannon, hacked to death by an orc, or killed by his own daughter, but she definitely won't die at the hands of an elf.

Why didn't I consider his unreasonable talent? "

"What are you afraid of?"

Old Garney rested his nimble paws on Boo Laike's shoulders.

It also had a cigar butt in its mouth that it picked up somewhere, and while puffing, it said to the pirate with treacherous eyes:

"Since you started on this road, you should know that it will be a matter of time before your identity is revealed. Besides, he is only checking the identity of the pirate now. Although he may be a little suspicious, he has no way to confirm that you are you."

"I'm not afraid."

Bu Laike shrugged and said:

"How should I put it, although I have done enough psychological construction, I feel a little excited when I think about going head-to-head with the old man at sea soon."

The pirate grinned weirdly.

He thought for a while, and said to old Garney:

"Go to Keel Harbor for me, send a letter to Red Jack, ask him to accept the reward in my name, then disclose all my information and give it to Dai Lin.

Didn't he say that he paid a lot of money for this information?

What a stinky old man who can't live, this is the money I want to inherit in the future! How can this be earned by others? Let Jack bargain hard and ask for more money. "

"As expected of you."

The slender jawed dragon was shocked for a moment. It spat out the butt of the cigar that was burned in its mouth, and gave the pirate a thumbs up with its short and flexible claws.

He turned around and was about to leave, but was stopped by Bu Laike.

"Wait a minute."

Bu Laike took out a thick, spiked shield from his bag, and threw it on the masonry with a bang.

As soon as this thing appeared, Old Gani hid far away with a swish as if he had seen something filthy. It pinched its nose and shouted:

"It stinks! Next time you bring these things out, can you tell me in advance? You bastard!"

"Hey, is this a happy frown? Or a happy scolding?"

The stinky pirate ruthlessly retaliated to old Garni's previous yin and yang, he said:

"Take this shield to Dalaran, and give it to my brother Nathanos, and tell him to go back to Quel'Thalas, he knows where to go. Also, send me a message back.

I'm going to Quel'Thalas in a while to get Windrunner's little boy ready, and I want him to do me a favour. "

"No! No!"

Old Garni shook his tail stiffly and said:

"I'm fed up with giving you stuff, I'm a loa anyway! You bastards, you gotta respect me, you gotta... eh!

Look, what a shiny thing it is.

Ouch, I haven't seen such a beautiful thing in many years. Is this for me? My friend Bo Laike, you really understand me! "

The first half of the sentence of the slender jaw is still complaining, but the second half is full of surprises.

All because the pirate took something from the bag that made old Garney's eyes shine, a wing that had been torn from a living creature.

Although it is a remains, it is not dirty, but full of a dark and mysterious feeling.

This is the torn wing of Anhelder, the lord of Val'kyr in Hell. The power of death in it has been extracted by Bu Laike, leaving only the wing itself.

Its entry in Bu Laike's character card category is as follows:

High Val'kyr Wings Lost Power

Legendary Quality Crafting Materials/Junk

Well, that's right, it's garbage sorting.

It was still a rare orange trash, and when this thing was taken out, old Garni's eyes were straightened, and it stood still, moving its eyes as Bo Laike waved the curled wings up and down.

"We're friends, old Garni. Friends help each other. How can you complain? Are you right?"

The pirate sneered and said something.

Old Ghani nodded vigorously, his eyes still fixed on the half broken wing.

"Hey, here it is for you."

The pirate grabbed the wing in his hand and threw it far away like throwing a baseball. The old Ghani let out a scream and disappeared on the spot.

Appearing in mid-air while the smoke was rising, like a puppy holding a plate, it nimbly held the broken Val'kyr Wing in its mouth, and disappeared into the smoke while shaking its head.

There was also that harsh and sharp laughter, and the heavy shield that the pirate placed under his feet also disappeared into the smoke.

"did you see?"

Bu Laike took off the dwarf pipe from the corner of his mouth, and said to the little star beside him:

"Everything has a price, even Luoa Shendu has its own price, as long as the price is given, it is not impossible to hire a demigod to serve you.

Of course, the relationship between me and Ghani Sr. was a bit more complicated, it was a transactional relationship, I would call it a 'friendship'.

A lot of people want my friendship, but I always ignore them.

It's not that I'm arrogant.

It's that they don't qualify.

After all, I'm someone who has demigod friends, not just one. So cherish your friendship with me, silly little star. It will save you from danger one day.

Well, this is the second piece of dark wisdom I taught you, this time it can't be free, remember to give me the tuition later. "

The excited croaking of the little murloc came from the ruins of the city in the distance.

The pirate looked up at the dim sky, and said to Little Xingxing:

"Let's go, they found the moon well.

When the moon rises, it's time for me to perform my moonlit ritual. Heck, a new storm is brewing, and I must hurry. "

——

"woo woo woo"

While Laike waited for the moonlight to fall, the Eastern Continent, in the mountains south of the elven kingdom of Quel'Thalas, was the capital of the Amani troll clan.

In the troll city known as Zul'Aman, an ancient sacrificial ritual is going on.

The low and simple sound of horns echoed in this city surrounded by mountains and rivers, and thousands of strong troll warriors lined up around the ancient altar in the center of Zul'Aman.

The four strongest loa priests were bare-chested, with strange patterns painted on their bodies, half-kneeling around the altar, lowering their heads, with excited and ferocious expressions.

It seems to be expecting something.

Behind the four loa priests, there are four braziers, burning incense and shining flames of different colors, representing the loa gods they serve.

The phantoms of the four loa gods, the giant bear, the bobcat, the eagle, and the dragon eagle, floated above the brazier.

Standing in front of the altar was an old priest wearing a troll-style wooden mask and holding a voodoo sacrificial knife.

The Amani troll priest is very old, which can be seen from the trembling when he swings the sacrificial knife.

For thousands of years, on the stone altar that had been stained dark red by the blood of the sacrifices, a naked high elf lady was being tied up there.

Her beautiful eyes shone with fear, but her mouth was stuffed with herbs, and she could only whine.

This unlucky phoenix mage, a phoenix mage captured by the trolls from the nearby Quel'dorei Sun Temple, is no big deal, and she's only here for a stupid solo night walk.

Don't think elves are smart.

The warriors of the Amani clan witnessed the sacrifice that was about to begin, and they sang the ancient troll songs, the lyrics were bleak and sad.

It describes the failure 2,800 years ago.

The combination of humans and high elves shattered the Amani trolls' dream of empire. Since then, this once glorious forest troll clan has been in decline.

They have lost most of their territory and are struggling to survive under the oppression of the increasingly powerful high elves.

It was originally thought that the invasion of the orcs would become a new opportunity for the rise of the Amani clan.

But Gul'dan's shameful betrayal ruined all this. The Amani trolls who helped the orcs not only failed to win, but were strangled again by elves and humans after the war.

In the past few months, elves from Dayolme and humans from Stratholme have slain thousands of trolls in this orc-burnt forest.

It is no exaggeration to say that the Amani troll has come to the moment of life and death.

They were even forced to seek help from the Vilebranch trolls in the Hinterlands, and asked their more savage compatriots to pull the Amani clan for the sake of fellow forest trolls.

But the group of idiots who worshiped the blood god refused the Amani clan's request for help, citing the attack of the Wildhammer dwarves.

The forest troll was about to fall into a desperate situation, but at this moment, a force that no one thought of, actually came to the door on its own initiative.

"Hoohoo, don't worry about the effect of the sacrifice, my brave and poor descendant Zul'jin, what I brought you is the mysterious knowledge of the ancient Zandalari trolls.

With my help, the resurgence of the Amani trolls is only a matter of time. "

When the sacrifice was about to begin, it was on a wooden platform at the highest point of the Amani capital.

Wearing a blood-red pirate suit, wearing a pirate hat, and wearing gold and silver, the ancient troll pirate Gaboa is sitting on his chair in the posture of a troll skeleton.

In his hand, he dangled a wine glass inlaid with precious stones.

He said to the tall old troll who was standing on the edge of the wooden platform and watching the ceremony silently:

"You have been out of the protection of Zandalar for too long, and you who are closed-off don't know that in the past, the careerists in Zandalar have already explored the most 'perfect' way to use the power of Loa.

And I generously brought it to you. After today, you will have an army of invincible god warriors under your command! "

"But what's the price?"

The old troll asked back in a weak voice.

The shape of this old troll is also very interesting. He has white hair, and the hair on the temples is tied into thin braids, hanging in front of his body, and covering his neck and chin with a tattered cloak dyed purple with blood.

His right eye was stabbed blind, and his left arm was severed from the elbow.

Such injuries were shocking, and what was even more frightening was that the troll was covered with such injuries everywhere. He must be a very powerful warrior, otherwise it would be impossible to survive such injuries.

His name is Zulkin.

He is the hero and absolute leader of the Amani clan. He has killed countless elves in the past, but not long ago, he just suffered a humiliating defeat.

"What's the price?"

He went on to ask:

"An ancient pirate from seven thousand years ago, tell me, what is the price I and the entire Amani clan paid?"

"Of course it is to serve our great and tyrannical Emperor Kotaek."

The skeleton pirate Gaboa replied in a strange way:

"After all, the Emperor Unbelievers is our current patron, he generously gave us money, gave us soldiers, gave us a godly head, and gave us a mission to send us to death.

But you said, how can we a group of trolls willingly work for a snake emperor?

So ah, I found you.

My descendants, I hope you will unite with me, and I hope your clan will join my fleet, and together we will rebuild the glory of Zandalari Pirate King.

I'll share the power with you, I mean it!

My fleet urgently needs talents like you who dare to fight and fight hard to join. I really sincerely invite you. The Amani Clan is just the beginning. We'll be looking for Sandfury, Drakkari, and Gurubashi.

The Zandalari have abandoned you.

But I won't. "

"Hehe, save yourself."

The old troll Zul'jin sneered and said:

"The orcs failed me, the elves took my right eye, and I cut off my left arm to escape humiliation. I hate elves, and I hate the alliance even more.

I hate you, I hate you all, I hate the world!

But I will agree to your invitation, cunning pirate, and I will take the god warrior shaped by your corrupt knowledge, and go to the magical city of humans with those dirty snake people.

I have a precious message"

The leader of the Amani clan narrowed his remaining left eye and said:

"I know that the last heir of the human empire will return to the northern border. It is his stupid compatriots who want him to die more than I do. Hehe, they spread the news everywhere, even blind and disabled people like me Savage trolls know it all.

I also know that Anduin Lothar has the Emperor's Sword in his hand!

Two thousand and eight hundred years ago, it was the human emperor holding that sword that destroyed the Amani Empire! Of course I'll help you and the Snakeman get back some shit like a keystone.

But you have to help me too!

I want that sword and Lothar's head! "

Zul'jin turned his head and stared at the skeleton pirate behind him, he said:

"I want to do what my ancestors failed to do back then. With that sword, when I wash away the thousand years of shame, all the forest trolls in the whole world will belong to me.

At that time, I don't want you anymore.

But the pirate member you crave, of course I'll give it to you. There are so many crooked Vilebranch trolls that they make perfect fodder for your fleet.

make a deal? "

"Of course, deal!"

On Gaboya's skeleton face, there was a penetrating and weird smile.

It stretched out a skeleton finger with five shining local tyrant rings, and tightly held Zul'jin's right arm.

On the altar in front of them, Malakas, the witchcraft lord of the Amani troll, howled, held the sacrificial bone knife with trembling hands, and stabbed the terrified elf girl in front of him.

The technique is extremely precise, and the tip of the knife is lightly picked.

The heart of the elf that was still beating was caught in his hand while the blood was spraying, and was lifted high again. This scene made all the Amani fighters shout in unison.

Blood surged, and Loa was ecstatic.

The sacrifice begins.

The next round of war is about to begin!

Come on, enemies!

It's time for you to suffer!

The Amani trolls never gave up, never forgot, and never died.

The ancient empires will rise to reclaim the land that is rightfully theirs.

(end of this chapter)