Shadow Trails in Azeroth

Chapter 1007 103. Brother, look at my big sword! handsome or not? ——Additional update【910】

Gaz'rilla's appearance in front of believers reminded the Sandfury trolls who had forgotten its majesty of the time when they were protected by the holy beast.

Although this Loa god is so weak that it has fallen below the realm of demigod power, its huge body standing in front of the endlessly rolling sacred pool still has a shocking impact.

Coupled with the sparse praise and praise of the water diviners, as well as the coercion brought about by Zul'Farrak's war, which was causing chaos in the outside world, the weak Loa finally regained his dignity tonight.

Many trolls believe that Gazrilla's power protects them and prevents foreign enemies from entering this area.

But in fact, the moment Gazrilla was awakened, Loa had a clear mind. It was so weak that it could not resist the menacing intruder tonight. The twelve giant dragons alone were enough for it to drink a pot.

However, because of the comfort of her loyal priests, Gaz'rilla did not choose to hide or escape in disgrace. Water diviner Veresa assured it that tonight's invaders entered Zul'Farrak to "help it." .

"Every Loa has a huge body to show its strength. I can understand the method of showing threats through size, but I can't understand why you are so big?"

Blake stood in front of the sacred pool, looking up at Gazrilla, who straightened her neck and was at least forty meters tall.

Even though he knew very well that the weak Loa in front of him was not even his opponent, the huge size alone was enough to make the pirate feel "insignificant".

Behind the pirates, the water fortune tellers who had finished the ceremony were leading the believers to disperse and go to the city to pick up more compatriots in need of help. Although there were still some fanatic believers kneeling in place and refusing to leave, most of them had already left.

This gave Blake an opportunity to talk to Gazrilla.

He tossed the Abyss Crown up and down in his hand and complained to the giant beast in front of him:

"Wouldn't it put a lot of pressure on you to maintain such a huge body size even though you have been weak for thousands of years?"

"I, can, sleep."

A low voice sounded in the pirate's heart. With his "animal friend" ability that could talk to beasts, he could completely understand the meaning of Gazrilla's roar.

Of course, this guy's way of speaking is very strange. One sentence is divided into three parts, and each of the three heads speaks successively.

This seems to prove that although Gazrilla has three heads, it does not have the fatal weakness of other multi-headed creatures. Its will is unified. The three heads will not engage in chaotic thinking, and naturally there is no possibility of conflict with each other.

As expected of the magical Loa, he could easily do something that the shameful Ghidorah-dono couldn't do.

"When you are sleeping, you don't feel hungry."

The Sand Fury Holy Beast seemed to be afraid that Blake wouldn't understand, so he even made a special explanation. But this move revealed his character traits. As expected, this guy should be a fool.

It definitely has something in common with Akunda, who is also a fool.

Thinking about it, anyone who is smart will not stick to this Jedi for more than ten thousand years.

"I actually have always had a doubt."

Blake looked at Gazrilla, who stood like a mountain in front of him, and asked:

"I will definitely not be able to control you by relying on the Sand Fury Troll. All Loa are free. I know you very well. The faith of believers is also dispensable to you.

If you want to leave, you can leave at any time.

Although you are too weak to cross the desert or go to the sea, but in the opposite direction, you can reach Un'Goro Crater in just one day.

Although the environment there is not as suitable for your life as the sea, you will still have a great time there.

Why don't you go?

You should know that it is dangerous for a loa to become weak.

The evil trolls will try to kill you to seize your divine power. This kind of thing is a long-lasting frightening joke in the circle of the Loa god. Every now and then, an unlucky person will die under the sword of his own priests and die inexplicably.

Isn’t the experience of those unlucky ones who died at the hands of their own priests enough to alert you? "

This question made the three-headed snake Loa silent for a moment.

It felt uncomfortable to be out of the protection of the water, so under Blake's gaze, the honest guy retreated into the sacred pool, soaked his skin and lowered his three giant snake-like heads.

Like a snake wrapping around its prey, it wrapped itself around Blake from three directions.

Its six eyes were staring at Blake at the same time. Amidst the sound of the water lapping, Gazrilla said:

"I don't stay in the desert because of these little creatures that bring me food. I stay here because I was given a mission. What I got after fighting to the death with all my strength in the ancient times." mission."

In the voice of the strange three-part answer, the weak and old Loa did not hide the truth.

it says:

"I also participated as a vanguard in the war between the Troll Empire and its worms. I almost died in the never-ending raids of the Dark Zerg. It was the Troll warriors who dragged me back from the mountain of corpses and sea of ​​blood.

At that time, this desert was not a desert. At that time, this was the place where I lived and hunted. I not only fought for the trolls but also for myself.

I was not their loa, I was free, but that protracted war changed me.

Do you have a home? outsider. "

"Look at what you're asking, who doesn't have a family yet?

I suspect that you are roundabout calling me an orphan without a home, but considering that you are so weak and a beast that is not good at talking, I don't care about it. "

Blake probably understood what Gazrilla meant.

He stretched out his hand and tried to touch the huge head of Gazrilla in front of him. This behavior was very disrespectful for a Loa god.

But Gazrilla didn't stop him.

Let the pirate's hand rest on the scales in front of its head. Relying on the legendary hunter's connection with nature, this contact allows Blake to more clearly feel the emotions of the Sandfury Holy Beast.

"I fought alongside the brave trolls, and I saw with my own eyes the terrible sacrifices they made to defeat the worm empire. Blood is an oath that binds me to them.

I allowed the trolls to build Zul'Farrak as an outpost above my lair, I allowed them to stand here the stone monument recording the war dead, and I allowed them to live beside me and defend this land with me.

Everything was wonderful until the world was torn apart by an explosion and my home was gone. "

Gazrilla's mood turned sad.

It let out a whimper like a cry and said:

"I saw with my own eyes that the once green waters and green mountains turned into a barren desert. I once wanted to leave here and travel to another country, but the trolls remembered the ancient oath and refused to give up.

I. I stayed in the end, I am a beast and don’t understand any more, but if this is the place where I was born, then it should also be the place where I die.

I am already very old. It is not time that has poisoned me. The once beautiful lakes are only the last ponds left.

I don't hate the malice of fate, but staying here reassures me that I may still have a mission. The buggers are here again, I can feel them marching beneath the desert.

But this time, there is no troll empire and no Gazrilla. How can you resist the disaster? "

"I won't bother you with that."

The stinky pirate retracted his fingers, threw away the Abyss Crown in his hand, and it landed in Gazrilla's mouth.

The latter felt the power of the Crown of the Abyss, its six eyes widened, and said:

"what are you up to?"

"Of course I'll hire you, weak Gazrilla."

Black took out the dwarf pipe, held it in his mouth, and said to the huge Loa:

“This necklace is your reward, it will allow you to regain some strength and help you cross the desert to the sea, where I have a ship that can serve as your guide.

My next stop is to go to Silithus to see the Scarab Wall, and then see if I can take down C'Thun. Maybe you will be willing to go with me, of course you don't want to go, but you will remain as part of the undead fleet for a long time.

In addition to my fleet, the future queen of the Magic Legion has also sent you an invitation. She will grant you the title of 'Honorary Blue Dragon' and become a non-staff member of the Blue Dragon Legion.

In addition, I also know a force called the Tide Order.

They have been looking for powerful aquatic creatures to form a contract with. Becoming their second saint is full of benefits and benefits. Behind those guys is His Majesty Neptulon, the King of Water Elements and Tide Hunter, who is also one of the big figures I am loyal to.

With His Majesty Neptulon's protection, the entire Endless Sea can become your new home. I mean, the Sandfury Trolls are unreliable, and the city is about to become a temple to another loa.

From what I know about him, that narrow-minded villain probably wouldn't like sharing this place with anyone else. "

"This is my home!"

Gazrilla immediately became angry.

Dazzling rays of lightning flowed and rolled on the scales and head of the three-headed snake, covering it with a coat of thunder and lightning, making it look particularly breathtaking.

It roared:

"I won't give it to others!"

"Ah, then I have no choice but to ask the bad guy who has taken a liking to your family to come and talk to you. The villain has run out of words, and it's time for the villain to appear.

I usually play the latter, but today I was the former. "

The pirate snorted a few times, took a few steps back, casually took out the Bwonsamdi mask from his waist and threw it forward. The black mask circled in the air, and finally hovered in front of Gazrella's eyes.

The huge three-headed snake Loa seemed to be frightened by the surge of death's aura, causing ripples to start flowing throughout the sacred pool.

"Hey, look who this is, isn't this Gazrilla?"

The malicious and glib voice of Old Bwonsamdi sounded in front of the sacred pool. The bad guy hung in the air and sneered mercilessly:

"We haven't seen each other for more than ten thousand years. Why are you acting like this? Look at how weak you are. No wonder the Zandalari trolls want to remove your shrine. It's so embarrassing!

I just heard my bad friend Blake discussing moving with you and you turned him down?

what happened?

Are you still holding on to this poor place and unwilling to let go?

Okay, okay, let old Bangsandi persuade you and explain to you my plan for this abandoned city.

Have you heard of my Hades?

I plan to build the entire Zul'Farrak into a larger and more gorgeous palace of the underworld. I want this pool of yours, and I want to make it into a door to the other world.

Tsk tsk, are you interested in going to the other world with me?

My dear Gazrilla, your soul is so weak that I don’t even need to deliberately tug at it.”

Black did not listen to old Bwonsamdi's threats to Gaz'rilla, but he believed in Bwonsamdi's vicious tongue and his abilities.

The troll Death always gets what he wants.

What's more, Black has already paid the money. If Gazrilla is really unwilling to help, then he can only find a way to send the hydra to Black Crow Castle.

I think the death knight brothers of the Black Crow Chapter will also be happy to get a demigod body to make a terrifying death beast, right?

"Brother, look! I got it!"

Just as Blake was meditating, Fenner's excited voice sounded from behind. The pirate looked back and saw the stupid warrior running towards him brandishing two troll swords of the same style.

Behind Fenna, many Sand Fury Trolls were walking this way carrying large boxes filled with treasures. Water fortune teller Veresa fulfilled her promise. She opened the Sand Fury Chief's treasure house for Fenna and Black. .

"How should these two swords be combined?"

Fenna looked at the two troll war swords in her hands, but no matter how she tried, the two swords had no special power to fuse with each other.

She looked at her stinky brother and asked:

"Are you going to recite some spell?"

"this."

Blake also has some numb claws.

After all, the two swords in the game can be fused with just one click, but he doesn't really know how to do it in reality.

"Bring them here, I'll help you."

Just as the pirates and Finna were trying various attempts, Gazrilla's low and discouraged voice sounded in the pirate's ears. Black glanced back, and Bwonsamdi's "persuasion" seemed to have taken effect.

The weak Loa is swallowing the Crown of the Abyss into his stomach, expressing his acceptance of Black's "employment" in this way.

Under the instructions of the pirates, Fenner walked up to the huge Gazrilla with two swords in hand. With a mortal's awe of the legendary beast, she killed the counterattacker Sansas and the protector Gassas. The sword lay on the platform in front of Gazrilla's eyes.

The three-headed snake raised its head, and amid the explosion of lightning, it simultaneously breathed out its divine thunderous breath toward the two swords, and the dazzling blue light illuminated the night sky in an instant.

Amidst the harsh sounds of metal melting and peeling off, the dazzling thunder and lightning dissipated, and the two troll war swords were reshaped into a broad-bladed giant sword.

The two one-handed swords are gray in color.

But after the fusion, it turned into a black blade. Its size was larger than an ordinary two-handed sword. The silver-white blade perfectly blended with the black sword body.

There are two-sided runes engraved on both sides of the sword body: counterattacker and protector. There is no obvious difference between the hilt and the sword body, as if they were forged in one piece. It is dotted with purple inscriptions, and there is no other decoration. .

Fenna's eyes were bright and she reached out to hold the two-piece troll sword in her hand. As she lifted the legendary whipper Susas, two green arcs of light, one on the left and one on the right, quickly surged from the sword. Move, spinning around the blade.

This cool special effect made the stupid warrior exclaim.

She could clearly see that the two green lights forming a skull emblem seemed to represent the blood-sealing voodoo on the troll sword.

"Suthus, the divine sword made famous in the Battle of Qiraji, was once held by the most valiant divine warrior in the Troll Empire."

The ancient Loa god Gazrilla said with a nostalgic tone:

"The Lasher's name comes from the awe-inspiring cry of the bug-men. It once killed the servants of darkness and turned them upside down. Unfortunately, even the trolls it protected are afraid of it.

The weak feared its power and begged me to separate it. They regarded it as a symbol of power rather than a blade to slay their enemies. The Sandfury died the day it was divided.

Maybe, maybe the place where I sleep is already a ruins of bricks and rubble, and there really is nothing worth remembering here. "

"cool!"

Fenna raised the black sword in her hand majestically. Against the backdrop of the lightning brought by Gazrilla, the idiot warrior loudly announced:

"Now I hold Susas! I am the Lasher! Conqueror of the Sandfury!"

"No, no, no, that's not breezy enough."

The pirate stepped forward and whispered something in Fenner's ear.

Seeing Little Xingxing coming over to record this scene, Fenner coughed and repositioned herself. While Little Xingxing was taking pictures of her, Fenner shouted again:

"Desert, listen to my command! Raise up your gravel and block the sun's light!"

"Wow! This sentence is so cool!"

Little Star shouted with bright eyes:

"I want to write it down on the title page of my story, and you are not allowed to compete with me! Otherwise, I will bite you!"