Azeroth Shadow Trail

Chapter 464 17. Inspection of "Products"

"puff"

The Drakkari troll priest who wanted to escape was pierced through the heart by a sharp arrow shot from behind.

After the bone arrow made by the snakeman spun and tore his chest, it dragged his body forward and fell forward, finally nailed to the snow-covered ground.

But what is surprising is that this kind of injury failed to kill the troll priest immediately.

He tried his best to grab the arrow on his chest, trying to pull it out, but under his desperate gaze, a big translucent bear emerged from the shadows and swung its paws towards his head.

"puff"

With a muffled sound, the troll's head exploded like a balloon, and flesh and blood exploded all over the ground.

Behind the corpse, Bo Laike glanced at the broken troll war bow in his hand, shook his head helplessly, and threw this thing into his luggage as one of the tributes to Old Ghani in a while.

Now he is more and more eager for a good bow. These casually found bows will break if a little force is applied.

Originally, under the guidance of Windrunner's mother, he was able to grasp the exquisite power, but after extracting Ursoc's divine power of life, the improvement of all attributes made him occasionally unable to control the power.

But just get used to it.

Not a big deal.

The pirate turned around, took the flagon from his waist, unscrewed the lid and took a sip of wine. When he raised his head, he waved his hands casually, and not far in front of him, the grinning Zarak began the "execution".

A whole row of Quesluen believers with their hands bound and forced to kneel down on the blood-stained snow was seized by the giant magician with a mass soul extraction to hold something in their bodies.

Amid the warlock's evil laughter, these wounded and knocked-down guys fell to the ground wailing, and their souls were taken away one by one.

Farther away, Dakuru, a trainee crew member on the Nagfar, was appeasing the members of his small clan who had survived the slaughter and kidnapping. There were only a hundred members of the original clan of 300 members left.

The old, the weak, the sick, and the disabled have all been killed or eaten by the followers of Quesluen.

The bear warrior Tull stood guard in the distance.

Although it hated trolls, it was shocked to see the ruthless killing of these loa believers by Bo Laike's subordinates and two war beasts just now.

It wasn't until this time that the simple and honest Xiong Warrior realized what kind of guy his "new boss" was.

It may take some time to calm down.

"Captain, these are two pieces of the best quality."

After the execution was over, Zalak, whose hands were still stained with blood, held two soul stones in his hands, handed them to his captain, and said:

"This is drawn from the two loa priests. You can smell it. These two souls exude darkness and a little bit of divinity. They can definitely be well used in the rituals of warlocks."

"Yes, Not Bad."

Bu Laike took the Soul Stone and tossed it in his hand. He said to Zarak:

"But I have better ways of using them."

After finishing speaking, the pirate blew his whistle, and his Xiong Xiong and Lang Lang ran back from two directions. Just now, Frost Claw killed four of them, and Da Xiong Xiong killed three of them.

So, under Zarak's distressed gaze, his captain threw the souls of the two loa priests to his pet.

The recipes of soul beasts are quite special.

They can eat meat, but what makes them more satisfied is a soul full of anima. Fortunately, they are not picky. It doesn't matter whether the soul is complete or not, as long as they have the heart.

"Ah! Villain! The gods we believe in will not let you go!"

"You will be drowned in the flames of Quesrun's witchcraft, and you and everyone you love will be burned to death!"

Two loa priests howled and uttered their final curses before their souls were eaten by bears and wolves.

They were actually full of panic, when did Zudak come to this murderous person?

Although it is not a big deal for Drakkari trolls to slaughter each other, it is rare to kill a loa priest so simply and neatly.

What's more, the place where this guy committed the crime was less than a thousand yards away from the temple of the wind snake Loa they believed in, and the temple of Quesrun, the patron saint of the wise.

At the entrance of the Loa Temple, killing the priests who went to collect sacrifices for the Loa God is no longer provocative. Bu Laike grabbed Quesrun's face and slapped him left and right.

How dare he!

Isn't he afraid of God's punishment from Loa?

"Okay, let your loa find my relatives!"

Bu Laike seemed to have heard some funny joke, he laughed and said:

"I'd like to see if a loa that is so weak that only one temple is left can beat the head priest of the tide, or be able to beat the orthodox lich. I'd be happier if it went to Quel'Thalas.

In the sun well hall of the Sun King, there is probably another collection.

as for it to come to me

Isn't it here? "

The pirate folded his hips, turned his head and greeted the land under the empty evening night with falling snow and snow behind him, saying:

"Yo, hello, Wind Snake God Quesluen.

Come on, come closer.

Old Bwonsanti asked me to bring you a sentence, that old bastard said, you have secretly kept troll souls in your Soul Reaping Domain, did you get its consent?

Have you paid the 'spiritual tax' to that genuine troll Death God? "

No one else can see it.

But before Laike's eyes, thirty yards away from him in the air, there was a surprisingly large, brightly colored wind snake, flapping its wings, suspended in the air.

It was staring at Bu Laike with its vicious eyes, and on the ferocious black claws of the wind snake, there was also the light of the curse of the gods, and it seemed that it was about to throw a deadly curse on the pirate.

It was really offended by Laike's face-to-face behavior.

No matter how weak a loa is, he is still a loa!

The glory of the gods does not allow such blasphemy!

If the soul of this lunatic is not left here, his followers will only question its power in the future.

This kind of thing only means the loss of some beliefs in other regions, but in the poor mountains and rivers of Drakalai, it means quite terrible results.

The survival of these savage trolls is simple, useless things should be eaten! Be it an old warrior, a cowardly woman, or a feeble loa

But when Braike said the name "Bwonsamdi", Quesloun, who was about to cast down "God's Punishment", was suddenly shocked. This huge wind snake phantom was like running naked in the cold winter months. The tip of the tail began to tremble.

It was as if some of his secrets had been discovered.

"You are lying!"

The wind snake Loa screamed in a sharp, soul-piercing voice that only pirates could hear:

"Bwonsamdi, the troll god of death, since when did you have human followers? You are just deceiving me, you arrogant person."

"Then you have the ability to throw out your curse?"

Pirates are not cowardly at all.

He stood there carelessly, playing with an exquisite elven gold coin in his hand, and as the gold coin danced at his fingertips, a faint but orthodox aura that made the wind snake god terrified flipped in the pirate's hand.

It was indeed Bwonsamdi's divine power.

It was targeted by that narrow-minded, vengeful, and stinky troll Reaper, what a hell of a thing! When did Bwonsamdi pay attention to the backcountry of Northrend?

It has all hid in Northrend, but it still can't get rid of Bwonsamdi's squeeze?

Is there any reason for this?

Bwonsamdi's reputation in Northrend is indeed not very famous. The Drakkari trolls here rarely believe in Bwonsamdi, the god of death, because the savage frost trolls of Zul'Drak worship power.

They are not so afraid of death.

But Bwonsamdi is the real troll death god after all. Although the Drakkari trolls don't believe in it, after these trolls die, their souls still have to cross half the world to report to old Bwonsamdi's Hades.

And the reason why the weak Loa, Quesluen, was so afraid of Bwonsamdi was also very simple.

Most of the wind snake gods have some bad habits. Like its powerful cousin, Haka, it has the ability to plunder souls.

This ability happened to be Bwonsamdi's taboo.

Huo, good guy.

How dare you snatch meat from old Bwonsamdi's plate, a weak loa? You thought you were Rezan? Old Bwonsamdi can't beat those nasty royal loas, and can't beat you little country loa?

"Tsk tsk, so far from your temple, I can smell the trolls howling in the spirit realm. How many interesting souls have you hidden in your temple?

a thousand? two thousand? "

The pirate held the cursed gold coin in his hand, tilted his head, and "looked" at Quesluen whose tail was trembling in front of him. He said in a sarcastic tone:

"I ask you, big wind snake, are you planning to go to war with old Bwonsamdi when you so blatantly snatch the souls of the dead local troll warriors?

Do you need me to send you a gauntlet to the Underworld?

Please, let me deliver it! I really want to see old Bwonsamdi's distraught face when he knows the truth."

"Ok?"

Ques Luen immediately heard the strange taste from the pirate's words.

Its title is "The Guardian God of the Witty", which proves that the wind snake Luo Luoa is a cunning person. Trembling.

It gave a weird laugh, looked down at Laike, and asked:

"Tell me, what do you need, greedy and cunning, to help me hide this news from Bwonsamdi? You pirate messenger from the Underworld, tsk tsk, Bwonsamdi is really good at picking people.

This mouth of yours is as annoying as that one. "

"Let's just take it as you are praising me."

The pirate said coldly:

"It's expensive to ask for my help. Bwonsamdi asked me to help him find the powerful troll soul, but he paid me a lot of gold and his power. Do you know what I mean?"

"Gold, wealth?"

Quesluen laughed even happier, and said with a long smile:

"If you want these things, then you can say anything, there are few other things on this land, and there are many funerary objects buried in the tomb.

Drakkari trolls do not care about wealth, but they have their own special funeral customs. I'll give you the locations of the cemeteries of five extinct chiefs of the great tribes, you can find them yourself.

The riches inside are sure to satisfy you. "

"Wait a minute, I have a big appetite."

Bu Laike stretched out his finger and pointed to the trolls of the small tribe who were being protected by Drakuru and were not killed. He said:

"Those one hundred people will all be your believers after today. I want you to give them the ability to transform wind snakes."

"You want a war druid?"

Ques Luen's tone was a bit unfriendly.

It waved its black claws on its chest and said to the pirate:

"I'm just a weak loa, there are more than a hundred war druids, I can't help it."

"Uh-huh?"

Bu Laike asked puzzledly:

"Whether you can do it or not, isn't that your problem? Why do you tell me?"

"I've already restrained my appetite, my dear Wind Serpent, can't you satisfy me with such a simple request as more than a hundred junior druids?

Ah, it looks like I'd be better off going to the more generous Bwonsamdi.

Anyway, after the angry god of death leads the army of ghost sword guards to kill you, won't the divine power of your rural Loa be mine? "

"you!"

The witty Wind Snake wanted to slash this greedy bastard with one paw, but it finally held back. After a few minutes of thinking, the Wind Snake said:

"I can take them all into my war druids, but the souls they kill in battle must belong to me!"

"You think beautifully!"

Bu Laike pouted and said:

"At most, the blood of those enemies will be enshrined to you."

"That's fine."

Bu Laike originally planned to bargain, but he didn't expect the wind snake in front of him to agree. Judging by its appearance, it seems to have taken advantage of it.

The pirate thought about it for a second, and immediately understood.

Guys like Quesluen didn't dare to spread faith among the troll clans outside of Northrend, so they could only stay on the side of the Drakkari trolls.

And on the land of Zuldak, there are six weak loa just like it, and there is also a powerful loa like the rhinoceros god Akali.

It is neither the most powerful, nor the most mysterious, nor the most accessible.

There are only so many Drakkari trolls, the beliefs it can get are very limited, the believers are also limited, and the sacrifices it can get are even more limited.

Usually, he can only rely on stealthily snatching a few stronger souls from the dead souls going to the underworld to maintain his life like this.

Although two priests were lost now, there were suddenly more than a hundred war druids who could plunder sacrifices for it from the outside world, and there was no risk of being discovered by Bwonsamdi.

Best of all, it has an ally who can talk to Bwonsamdi.

When necessary, at best, he would sacrifice his secretly hidden soul to subdue Bwonsamdi, and go to the palace of the underworld to be a god or something. Although humble, it can be regarded as a way out.

For Loa, who is in such an embarrassing situation, it's just a meal, and it's not ashamed.

To sum up, it is definitely a big profit.

The pirate originally thought about adding more conditions, but then he thought about it again. At the beginning of the cooperation, the appearance of eating is so ugly, which will affect his reputation. There are seven Loa gods in this land.

"Hey, let me say, are you really not angry when I killed your two priests and so many believers?"

The pirate asked cheaply.

Ques Luen's answer was also very interesting. The country wind snake said in a playful tone:

"My priesthood is 'the patron saint of the wise', not the patron saint of fools. A believer who can be killed outside my temple cannot be regarded as a wise man.

If they weren't witty, why should I give up a really cunning collaborator because of them? "

Good guy, can you still do this?

You have said all the right and wrong!

But you are so good at talking, how did you end up in such a poor state?

These loa gods are really interesting.

(end of this chapter)