Azeroth Shadow Trail

Chapter 685 16. Chief Red, your 'external brain' is here, take it

Hearthglen is an important military station of the Church of the Holy Light, especially after the establishment of the Knights of the Silver Hand, it became one of the training places for the recruits of the Paladins.

It is located in the northern mountains of the East Weald region, far from Andorhal, the most prosperous city in the area.

But it is very close to several large farms in the rich East Weald area, and at the same time it also assumes the responsibility of protecting the civilians living nearby.

Such a place must be guarded by an aristocrat with high prestige, commanding power, and sincere faith. There are not many such people in the Kingdom of Lordaeron.

Uh, but Bo Laike knows several of them.

"Lord Tirion Fordring, I'm here to visit you."

In the sky under the dark night, Bu Laike rode on his hippogryph saddle, looked at the lights of Andorhal below, and thought that the prosperity of the Kingdom of Lordaeron was really extraordinary.

This night scene is much more beautiful than Gilneas.

The shining lights of such an inland city reminded him of the port of Boralus in his memory. It was just as lively and full of life in the world.

Unfortunately, he doesn't have time to wander around here today.

The Hippogryph, without the reins and bridle, was flying very smoothly in the air, with a hint of joy. From time to time, it spun around at high speed in the air, startling the little murloc on Bu Laike's shoulders, clutching his clothes and screaming loudly. .

If he had known that the sky would be so crazy tonight, the little murloc would not have rubbed against this "civil aviation" plane.

It also has its own flying mount. Although monsters like Shadwalker cannot be summoned in the material world with so many people, there is still a big owl croaking.

"What are you howling? I can't kill you."

The pirate scolded the little murloc in dissatisfaction:

"Shut up, don't disturb my comprehension of the beast's heart."

If the little murlocs could talk, they would have started to complain about Laike crazily. Rexxar is for you to win the trust and obedience of the beasts, not for you to come and seek death!

This is a truth that murlocs understand, but you, a master assassin, don't understand it. It really makes murlocs speechless.

Bu Laike seemed to sense the madness in the heart of the impolite little murloc, he turned his head and glanced at it, and made a gesture to throw Bomburba from the sky.

The murloc was so frightened that it wailed again and again, which meant that it had given in.

This made the bad-hearted stinky pirate nod in satisfaction.

After enjoying the pleasure of bullying the murlocs, Laike was finally able to focus on tonight's business.

Although he just shouted to visit the Great Lord Tirion Fordring of Hearthglen, in fact, he came to the mountains of East Weald tonight, but it was not to catch up with the great knight.

Apart from meeting him once at Lordain Abbey and forming an expedition team to go to Dellano to renew the life of the old pope, there is no friendship between him and Fording.

He's here tonight for something else around Hearthglen, or someone important.

"I really don't know how the post-war search in the Kingdom of Lordaeron was done."

Bu Laike drove the hippogryph around the sky above the northern mountains. He blew the wind in the dark night and complained alone:

"There are remnants of orcs all over the northern border, not to mention the Frostwolf clan. They have stayed there for seven years, and the Alterac Kingdom has never effectively managed the valley.

But apart from the backcountry, even East Weald, the hinterland of Lordaeron's rule, has orcs active. The local sheriff should really be dragged out and hanged.

But Eitrigger really knows how to hide.

The mountains in the north are so big, when will I find them all by myself?

Come down, let's find some 'foreign aid' over here. "

It seems that the sky really understood Bo Laike's words, or maybe it understood the pirate's waving finger. In short, this loyal beast carried the pirate to the edge of a cliff above the mountains.

Laike took a few steps forward and looked towards the direction of Hearthglen. From here, he could vaguely see the flames in the night. It should be that the paladins were still training.

These devout people of the Holy Light follow their oath and never slack off.

"What are you looking at here? You can't understand the 'greatness of the Holy Light'. The Holy Light is not as valuable as a fresh fish to you."

The pirate glanced at the little murloc who was also poking around at his feet, and he curled his lips and said:

"Go, get all that rubbish in your pocket together, let's get old Garney to help, hurry up."

"quack quack"

The little murloc protested dissatisfied.

Protesting against this vicious stinky pirate is using yourself as free labor. But its protests can't change the cold reality, it can only croak and run to the back, and quickly build up a garbage dump.

Soon, a small garbage dump covered with fallen leaves and dead branches was cleared.

Bu Laike took out the statue of old Ghani, put it in front of the garbage dump, and muttered words like offering sacrifices. Soon, a large cloud of smoke coiled around the cliff, and the iconic voice of the god of slender jaws came out from it. A shrill, punchy laugh.

It turned into a brightly colored slender jaw dragon with short hands and long feet, cunning eyes, sharp teeth, and a dilapidated luggage on its back.

While flicking his slender tail, he poked his head through the smoke and said to the pirate:

"What the hell is this place? It doesn't seem like the land you've been to before. It's very quiet here, and there are no traces of my kind.

Well, there's a big city over there!

I'm sure to find a lot of usable junk in this bustling city. So, my friend Bo Laike, are you dedicating that city to humble old Garni? "

"I can do that."

Bu Laike raised his head and said:

"It's nothing more than finding a garbage dump for you to settle down in the city, it's not difficult.

In fact, if you hadn't warned me not to build garbage dumps for you, I would have filled every city I've been to with garbage dumps.

I'm asking for your help, my dear old Garney.

Hurry up and release your little raptor henchmen, and help me find someone in these mountains, an orc, an old orc, a wise old orc who is far from the war and lives here in seclusion.

His name is Eitrigg.

He was once the adjutant, think tank and warlord of Orgrim, the great chief of the old tribe. After Orgrim failed to attack Lordaeron, he left the battlefield and the tribe.

Many people thought he was dead.

But I know that he is alive and well, and he is just around here. You don’t have to go deep into the mountains to search for it, just look for it in the valleys and ravines near Hearthglen. This should not be a big problem for you. "

"No, no, it's a big problem."

Old Garni rolled his eyes, moved his nimble paws, and said to Bo Laike:

"This is working under the nose of the terrible Holy Light Loa. If I am unlucky, I will be blinded by the scorching light. This is a very risky business. Although we have a good relationship, I hesitate to do it." Don't help you."

When the slender jaw dragon spoke, he drew his voice very long.

Its cunning eyeballs were fixed on Bo Laike, and it knew that the stinky pirate would understand it.

"Hey, you've never been so greedy before!"

Boo Laike, smoking a dwarven pipe, complained:

"How innocent you were before, I could make you happy all day with a piece of trash, but look at you now, you are not the simple and kind old Garni I remember.

you've changed!

You bastard, you betrayed the lowliest of the whole world, you turned a blind eye to old friends pleading for help, you only thought for your own benefit. "

"Hey, don't take a big hat on me, if I really change, I learned from you!"

Old Ghani shook his head and turned around Laike, first retorted, then stretched out his flexible claws, put them on the pirate's shoulders, stretched his slender neck, turned around in front of the pirate's eyes, and turned his head look at him.

The God of the Slender Jaw Dragon said treacherously:

"Don't be so angry, you have so much dark wisdom, it's not a problem to share it with me. Look, I'm willing to help you find that damned orc.

I also don't know what you're up to when you stay up late at night and come to this shitty place looking for a damned old orc who isn't dead.

I'm not at all curious about your secrets.

I just need you to do me a small favor just as much as you need me to help you.

Let's reciprocate, right?

My 'big scavenger'. "

"Say."

Bo Laike exhaled the smoke ring, and the magic eyeball on his shoulder gave old Garni a hard look.

But because it was a magic eyeball instead of his own, this angry look couldn't be restored 100%. Except for the horror, there is almost no charm at all.

"Hey, actually, what I need your help for is very simple."

Old Garney let out a giggle.

It came close to Bo Laike's ear, and the oily tone became serious, and it said:

"Hurry up and take that old dwarf Brian Bronzebeard you sent to Wharton back to where he should be. That old lunatic dug around in the desert and failed to find anything, and then ran into the Nazmir jungle to tease the giant blood magic.

He has found a very important clue.

That is a terrible secret kept by all the loa on Zandalar.

The old dwarf had not yet reached the heart of that mystery, but if he continued to dig, he was not far from death. You are such a smart person who is also known as a prophet, you should know what I am talking about"

"Since when have you cared about dwarves' lives?"

Bu Laike said in a strange tone:

"They don't trust a loa like you."

"No, I don't care about his life, that dwarf who has attracted the attention of many loa is not a pity to die!"

Old Garney gritted his teeth and said:

"What I'm afraid of is the dark secret that he may reveal to the world. That ghost place has swallowed many of my kind. I don't want that ghost place that has been buried in history to see the light of day again.

It's not just me.

All the loa living on Zandalar now think so, even the disembodied Bwonsamdi like us.

They don't yet know how the old dwarf got to Zandalar, but they may soon follow Brian Bronzebeard to notice you.

At that time, I couldn't hide it for you.

Send that troublemaker away, the dark secrets buried beneath the isles of Zandalar are too terrible for you and me to grasp, Bo Laike! "

"There's nothing you can't grasp. Isn't it just a sealed ancient god? Look at you loa, you're so petty even when you say something."

The smelly pirate complained, he thought for a while, and said:

"Okay, anyway, when Muradin comes to Tol Barad later, he will definitely ask me to hand over his younger brother. I will tell my Tortollan friends to find a way to bring him back from Zandalar Island.

But it probably will take a while, you go to check on Brian, don't let him run around, just a few days, nothing should happen. "

"Well, I'll keep an eye on him.

In the future, you are not allowed to send these strange people to Zandalar Island. Our place is not a garbage dump, and not everyone needs it. "

Old Garni complained:

"The old dwarf is crazy, but he is really talented in exploration and excavation. He went to the Wharton Desert and dug up several lost temples in a few days.

I've heard he's caught the attention of Kotek the Unbelievers. "

"yes?"

Bu Laike blinked, but didn't dwell on the issue further.

After he made a good deal with Old Ghani, the God of Garbage Heap was also refreshed, and immediately released a large group of colorful, noisy, but agile incarnations of Microraptors, swirling with smoke, towards the nearby valleys and ravines. rushed over.

The smelly pirate is staying on the cliff, chatting with old Garni.

The old Gani, who was staying on Zandalar Island, provided Bu Laike with some trivial information about the South China Sea recently.

For example, a group of cursed pirates who claimed to be seven thousand years ago rose up and robbed the sea everywhere, making people uneasy.

For example, the powerful fleet of Kul Tiras has signs of cruising in the South China Sea. The courtiers of King Rastakhan are afraid of possible conflicts and request the troll kingdom Wang Li to immediately allocate funds to expand the golden fleet.

Another example is that the famous sea fog over the South China Sea seems to be showing signs of dissipating, attracting a group of Zandalari troll explorers to check it out.

But as before, they tried everything, but they couldn't get into it at all.

Then those unlucky ones were robbed by the cursed pirates running around, and even sent blackmail letters to Dasa Luo Cheng, which annoyed the Golden Fleet.

In the end, Old Ghani also complained that the pirates have become so powerful recently that they come and go without a trace. The Golden Fleet sent destroyers to hunt down the pirates, but found nothing.

I don't know what treasure those pirates got.

These things are very trivial, and they might just be fun in the ears of others, but when they fell on Laike, they brought him several "surprises" in succession.

But he didn't tell Old Garney.

His friend the Junk Heap God is a little timid, and he's scared of scaring old Garni.

They chatted until it was getting light, and the Microraptor sent out by the old Garni finally discovered that there was a hidden valley near the Sordo River in the northeast of Hearth Valley, and there were traces of suspected orc activities in it.

"Thanks."

Bu Laike waved to Old Ghani. He knew that the God of Elastognathus was a pacifist and didn't like fighting, so he didn't need to participate in the next thing.

But before leaving, the pirate said again:

"I might trouble you to send someone to Black Rock Mountain later, don't show that expression, don't worry, Chief Red will be ecstatic about the arrival of this old orc.

Believe me, he will be willing to collect all the rare garbage in Blackrock Mountain and Burning Steppes to give you as a gift.

This is a big beauty difference! "

(end of this chapter)