Azeroth Shadow Trail

Chapter 504 57. Gust, listen to my orders!

What is the most important quality to be a successful liar?

Is it unparalleled eloquence? Is it a unparalleled deception? Or the ability to anoint the soles of your feet?

neither.

Although the above three abilities are very important foundations for becoming a successful liar, the first priority for a liar to live a long life is to have a pair of eyes to distinguish right from wrong.

In layman's terms, you have to see at a glance who is suitable to be a fat sheep, and for those guys who can't afford it, you have to run as far as you can.

From this point of view, old Griftah cannot be regarded as a successful liar.

Although in the past few decades of cheating career, he has made a lot of money.

His list of "victims" includes human nobles, troll clan chiefs, tome-sages, dwarven explorers, and elf mages.

There's even a goblin trade prince who's arguably the best of the trickster world.

But if you often walk by the river, you will always encounter ghosts.

Getting caught by Laike this time is definitely the most humiliating failure in the life of the "sturdy and brilliant" old Griftah, and it will be regarded as a stain in the old troll's wounded heart forever.

He picked the wrong target for his deception.

Just like the familiar plot in all stories, the master ruined himself because of a small mistake.

To be honest, when Braike's black gun was aimed at his head, Griftah saw Bwonsamdi, the god of death who was sneering at him, hovering behind the human pirates, still making obscene sarcasm at him. gesture.

He thought he was going to die.

But in fact it was not. When he was woken up by the cold wind at sea, his crotch was chilled because he was scared to pee, and told old Grifta a cruel reality.

Then, the old crook contributed his real peerless treasure without any hesitation, and under the coercion of the pirates, he smoothly expressed his willingness to join the undead pirates and serve the evil and powerful Captain Braike.

After all the above, the old troll who changed his pants was thrown into the captain's cabin by two terrifying undead sea knights.

In front of him, Bo Laike was sitting on a troll-style gold chair, clutching a luxurious tidal silk handkerchief, meticulously cleaning the surface of the elegant and eccentric magic lamp.

This is real physical work.

I don't know how long this lamp has been abandoned.

It is covered with the dirt of the years, and it cannot be washed off by ordinary wiping. Only when the pirates infuse magic power can the dirt be removed.

This represents the magic of this lamp.

Beside Bu Laike, Alya Blue Moon and Prince Farondis are looking at the lamp in Bu Laike's hand in amazement. own judgment.

"I remember that there is a lamp very similar to it in Curry, Queen Azshara's personal treasure."

The Magic Prince said hesitantly:

"But I can't confirm whether the lamp in your hand is the same lamp that the Queen treasured at that time."

"Although this lamp is discarded, its casting process does not exist in the material world."

Ms. Alya Lanyue said very academically:

"Its entity is made of the purest elements mixed with strange metals. I have heard of this casting method, but every story is related to the mysterious elemental territory."

"It comes from the wall of the sky, born in the period of the battle of the masters, that is the age of mythology nearly a million years ago."

While wiping the dirt off the magic lamp, the pirate said to the two mentors:

"I know it's called 'The Magic Lamp of Al Abbas'. It is said that it has the ability to fulfill wishes. The lamp in my hand should be the one that Queen Azshara treasured.

After all, I have never heard of a second magic lamp.

But how it was rediscovered, and how it fell into the hands of an old liar, I have no idea, but maybe the amazing Mr. Grifta will be willing to answer our doubts. "

In the next moment, the eyes of the three guys all fell on the old troll liar who stood up tremblingly, and the meaning of probing in it made the old troll tremble.

Ruined.

The two legends are still highborne, so I am afraid that his old life will have to be explained here today.

Before Laike continued to ask questions, and before the elves applied the "Great Memory Recovery Technique" to him, the old liar wiped the sweat from his brow, and spoke out in a very spineless manner.

"I found it in the Silithus desert."

Grifta rubbed his hands, this troll liar with colorful and strange spells on his face showed a very slick and flattering smile, and he said:

"At that time, I just helped the goblins sell a batch of expired military rations to the druids in Cenarion Fortress, and ran away before they found out.

But those druids were fierce.

They kept chasing me and cornered me into a weird valley full of crystal growths north of Silithus.

The druids seemed to be very afraid of that place, they didn't continue to chase me, but the valley was full of violent elemental creatures, and I almost died there.

But Bwonsamdi finally gave me a chance to escape, and while running away in the dark, I found this lamp among some rocks.

Ah, Lord Bo Laike is indeed a great evil man who is bound to do something. Your knowledge makes me feel ashamed, even far surpassing those proud priests of Zandalar.

I took it to the Dark Prophet Zul to see, intending to give it to the Prophet as a gift, but Zul refused my audience, and he only told me that the fate of this lamp is not with him, nor with me.

And not even Zul knew its name.

But something that can be noticed by the dark prophet must be an absolute peerless treasure. I don't know how to use it, so I always carry it with me. "

Having said that, the old troll rubbed his hands again, looking at the magic lamp that was about to be wiped clean by the quilt Laike with a painful expression on his face.

He said:

"It seems that my mission is to bring it to you, and its destiny is you, my great and evil captain. You see, from the perspective of destiny, I am the one who 'sends it to you. Goods'.

The meeting last night was fate

So, for the sake of fate, don't hold me accountable for my stupid behavior, and pass poor me as a fart, okay? "

"not good."

Bu Laike looked up and said:

"In your words, fate sent you to me, and my friend Gary Sr. has been urging me to be his 'Great Scavenger', which is a rare honor.

It's a pity that I am a person who is indifferent to fame and wealth, so I decided to give this honor to you.

Griftah, you're born to be the kind of troll old Garni craves. Go ahead, go to the Shrine of the Great Trash Heap outside the town of Losberg, and just say I recommended you.

Old Garni will be very satisfied, work hard with it, if you still want to do bad things, you should keep your eyes open next time. "

After speaking, the pirate waved his hand, indicating that the old liar could leave.

But Grifta lingered and refused to leave. He said:

"Well, I've had this lamp for decades, and I've been trying to figure out how to use it, and maybe I can do it today, ah, great and evil captain, let me see the world."

"Okay."

Bu Laike got the magic lamp today, and he is in a good mood, and he doesn't care about Grifta's onlookers.

After a few minutes, he manipulated the magic power with his heart and wiped off the last piece of dirt on the surface of the magic lamp. Although the lamp in his hand was still dusty, the character card had already given a rather weird entry:

Al Abbas' Lamp

Gradeless [Currently: Excellent quality, can be improved] Elemental Creation

use:

Sacrifice a magical creation, summon the mysterious air elemental "Dengjin" Al Abbas, and make a deal with it.

Item description:

There has always been a "magic lamp" legend in Azeroth. It is said that if you get a magic lamp, you can get three opportunities to make a wish from the lamp god. The mysterious lamp god will grant all wishes.

But in fact this is just a myth.

"Deng Shen" Al Abbas does not have the power to fulfill wishes, it is just a mysterious element merchant, but it can indeed fulfill most of its "wishes" in another way.

Be careful with this lamp, it has a big appetite.

If you fail to meet the terms of the Djinn's deal, a terrible fate awaits you.

"Look, it's the correct way to use it."

Laike stood up, took out a piece of high-quality equipment from the luggage, opened the lid of the pot with a slight pain in his flesh, and "thrown" the equipment in.

The magic lamp was only the size of a palm, and the equipment was too big to fit in, but as the pirates discarded it, the black mouth of the pot was entwined with light wind, like a storm absorbing it.

The solidified magic power on the elf equipment was drained in one breath, leaving only the equipment that turned into a blank board and fell on the table, and the magic lamp shook for a while, and in the "dumping" of the pirates, a large pile of weird "coins" was poured out. ".

They are round, much like gold coins.

But it is between the virtual and the real, as if it will turn into air and dissipate in the next moment.

The pirate picked up a handful of air coins, tossed them in his hand, smiled at the three people staring at him, and threw the air coins back into the lamp.

Then he grabbed the magic lamp and started rubbing wildly.

A few seconds later, with the loud noise of the storm and howling wind, a big strange creature swished out of the magic lamp.

That's an air element.

Strands of orange-red wind entwine to form its cotton candy-like body, its hands and its face. Of course, the wind element has no facial features, only a pair of bright eyes and mouth can be vaguely seen.

There is also a very joyful hat on the head of this wind element, like a luxuriously decorated head wrap, which reminds Bu Laike of the classic dresses of Asan.

And the moment it appeared, Dean Lanyue and Prince Farondis immediately raised their weapons. The dean protected the pirates behind him, and said in a serious and frightened tone:

"This is a weak demigod. What kind of thing did you summon!"

The useless Grifta was already lying on the ground trembling.

The mighty power of a demigod of wind element made the old troll feel that he was in the eye of the storm, ready to be torn apart by the strong wind flowing around him at any time.

And the moment Al Abbas appeared, the sea wind within at least a thousand nautical miles around the entire Tol Barad became chaotic and tumbling, quickly centering on this island, disrupting the surrounding sea area.

Some of the training ships in Gilneas had some bad luck, nearly sinking in the chaotic storm.

"No, no, respected Al Abbas is not a demigod, it is just an elemental merchant who is tired of war and hates the use of force."

The pirate put his hand on the serious dean's shoulder, signaling the two not to be nervous. He straightened his clothes, and made a strange courtesy to the wind element looking down at his ear.

And the wind element also folded its "hands" and returned a weird etiquette.

This action makes it look like it's easy to talk.

"I see you, little mortal, thank you for taking good care of my lamp."

The demigod of the wind element made a thunderous voice. It used Salas language, which was still very orthodox and ancient. It said to the three people in front of it:

"So, where is my dear friend Azshara? Why hasn't she traded with me for ten thousand years? Is she going to break the original contract?"

"Ah, Queen Azshara has encountered some 'misfortune', she made a failed investment with the Burning Legion, which caused her family business to be wiped out.

She is a pauper now. "

Bu Laike explained:

"The great empress is still in the difficult process of reviving her family business, so I will fulfill the transaction contract between her and you. We can continue to use the transaction mode of pure magic power for air coins, I just don't know what you can provide What kind of return do I have?"

"Well, a wise little bug, I like it."

The wind element demigod laughed.

This action made the sky over Tol Barad turbulent, and a terrifying thunderstorm was brewing.

"Don't laugh! Take back your power, mysterious and powerful Al Abbas, you are going to destroy my little property."

The pirate yelled.

This disrespectful scolding made Dean Lanyue and the Magic Prince sweat coldly.

But the element merchant obediently collected his power, and in just an instant, he transformed from a powerful demigod into a harmless breeze for humans and animals.

It looks like a good businessman, and some philistines replied:

"What I can give you depends on what you want. Tell me, little bug, what are you going to buy from me?"

"No, no, I want to sell you something."

Bo Laike pursed his lips and said:

"Prince Sunderland the Windchaser is still alive, can you send the news to the Sky Wall? I think His Majesty Al'Akir will be very happy to hear the news."

"This information is worthless."

Al Abbas replied disdainfully:

"Sunderland's still wind power has never dissipated, even the weakest of the restless winds in the sky wall will know it is alive, unless you can save it from the hated Ragnaros.

It's of no use though, the elemental realms are now secure, and even the moody Al'Akir won't be able to give you your due.

Change it. "

"Uh, what if I can break the elemental realm?"

The pirate rubbed his chin, gestured a "Yi Diu Diu" gesture, and said:

"It can't be opened completely, but it can be opened a little bit, so that the wall of the sky can resonate with the material world."

"Ha, you're definitely joking."

The wind element demigod was even more disdainful, it yawned and said:

"If you can really do it, Al'Akir will be ecstatic, and you can get everything you want."

"Very well, then please the great Al Abbas, pass this news back to the Sky Wall."

Bu Laike waved his hand and said confidently:

"By the way, be a middleman and sign a contract with me and the wind rider. If I can open the elemental territory, I want the wall of the sky to permanently grant my fleet the ability to control the storm!"

(end of this chapter)