Shadow Trails in Azeroth

In the early morning, on the dark road leading from the Nazmir Jungle to the desert further west, a group of marauders were running wildly.

Led by more than twenty raptors with saddles, these creatures can be seen everywhere on Zandalar Island. They have two thick legs and are extremely good at running.

Even with a rider on him, he can run faster than other mounts.

The Zandalari trolls began to tame the velociraptor 16,000 years ago as a substitute. After such a long period of domestication, the velociraptor has long become the most beloved mount of the Zandalari, and even all troll clans.

They are brave, fearless, and smart.

The only drawback is that raptor mounts are more dangerous than human horses or orc wolves when they are hungry, if the rider cannot feed them in time

The consequences would be quite serious.

Blake, who was wearing a blindfold, pulled the reins and let the velociraptors under his crotch run quickly in the bumps. These dragons were all camel beasts of the caravan.

They are docile and do not resist new riders when given enough food.

After more than twenty raptors carrying humans and orcs, there are two direhorn camel beasts, which are much larger than the raptors.

They walked like land tanks, making the surrounding ground rumble. Their whole bodies were covered with hard old materials, and their heads were shaped like shields.

There are three long horns on the head that pierce forward, and there is a sharp tail vertebrae like a meteor hammer behind the tail.

Behind this large camel beast, troll merchants have built a platform.

It was originally filled with merchandise, but now it was filled with orcs. The Direhorn was extremely powerful, and it could hump twenty or thirty orcs without any effort.

Two commercial Direhorns have arranged for everyone in this team.

"Boost!"

The pirate, who was riding a red raptor and leading his team in the direction he remembered, turned around and shouted to the people behind him:

"We need to break through the mountain pass ahead in two hours. The place we are going to is a barren desert, where we must find a campsite before the hottest noon arrives.

Otherwise, we would all be sunk to death there. "

"desert?"

The demi-lich Merry Dongfeng, who was meditating on the magic carpet next to him, opened his eyes and asked in a confused tone:

“The entire Zandalar is an island, surrounded by sea water, and located in the South China Sea with extremely rich precipitation. How could there be a desert terrain?

I'm guessing it didn't come naturally? "

“Well, it’s not natural.

The desert named 'Wharton' was originally part of the Nazmir Jungle. Why it became a desert is another very legendary story.

And it has something to do with the extremely evil things buried underground in this dark jungle.

I can only tell you that the entire Zandalari Island was not built like this by the Zandalari trolls. It is not an accident that the first Loa gods of the trolls were born here.

The trolls and their Loa are just here for 'help'.

There was someone else who shaped this island into what it is now and buried many secrets. "

Black said to the old mage:

"If I have the opportunity in the future, I will tell you this legendary and mythical story in detail.

In fact, basically all the deserts in the entire world of Azeroth are not naturally formed. They are all related to some kind of power. "

A pirate is like a cunning fisherman who throws out the bait. He says to the demilich:

"That is the power related to the creation of this world. It is a great, mysterious, and dangerous power. If you are interested in studying here in the future, I suggest that you start with the desolate land in the eastern continent.

It is said that the Explorers Association of the Bronzebeard Dwarves dug up a ruin there before the war began. Maybe you can go there and have a look.

There is so much material there that a master like you can easily write more than a dozen papers. "

"But you can just tell me the answer."

The old mage sighed and said:

“You’re just trying to use me, Blake.

You want to use me to achieve some of your goals.

I now understand why you induced little Aegwynn to ask me to follow you here. From the Bloodstone of Nazmir and the Old God G'huun, to now about the power of Creation.

You have always planted the seeds of curiosity in my heart.

You know well the unquenchable curiosity of us spellcasters.

You open up a small step to the truth of the world for me, let me see the mysterious things, and then you can take advantage of my curiosity. "

He glanced at Blake, shook his head and said:

"Let's talk about these things later. If I decide to get involved, I have to think carefully."

“How can I take away that part of your heart that brings you the joy of solving a problem by telling you the answer directly?”

The pirate blinked and said:

"Actually, you can tell yourself the answer, as long as you talk to the fear demon in your body. These demons are immortal.

They know far more secrets than I do.

In fact, I think you have lived as a mage for three thousand years. You can also try to take another equally interesting path, such as a warlock.

You can use the nathrezim demon within you to do more terrible things, or greater things. "

"Stop it, you seducer."

Merry Dongfeng waved his hand and forcibly interrupted the question. He abruptly changed the topic. While galloping through the dark jungle, the pirate said again:

"You just told that orc that you wanted to find the power Bwonsamdi left in that desert?"

"Yes! Bwonsamdi is a Loa. Although it is the most cunning of Loaari, it does have some bad habits of Loa."

Blake accepted the new topic happily.

He pointed to the road leading to the desert ahead and said to the old mage:

“There are many Loa believers, they are very scattered, there are people from all religions and nine streams, and there are also many people who pray for power.

Loas occasionally gave power to believers, but then forgot to take it back.

This is not uncommon.

They give believers divine power, just like throwing away garbage, just throw it away and ignore it, but the consequences of littering are very serious, and it will be serious if someone picks it up.

In fact, this trip was said to be to find strength, but more like a visit to a senior. "

Blake pushed up his blindfold and said with a sigh:

"The profession of pirates is very ancient. Ever since the birth of the first troll empire in Azeroth, there have been pirates roaming the world's seas.

The Vrykul pirates under Hela were once a maritime legend in the barbaric era.

Unfortunately, tens of thousands of years have passed, their era has long ended, and no one knows their stories.

Ten thousand years ago, the ancient elven empire attracted demons and fought an ancient war that caused the world to fall apart. There were even more traces of pirates.

Those villains on the sea, just like their ancestors, plundered and slaughtered as much as they wanted on this ocean.

They are the malignant sore of civilization and the cancer of the world. They are the most hateful and crazy group of people. In every era in the past, there have been many great men who wanted to cut off the legacy of pirates.

But no one can do it!

As long as this sea remains, the legend of pirates will never end.

Before I decided to become a pirate, I was a Kul Tiran, and in my country, two kinds of stories are most popular: stories of sea heroes, and stories of pirates.

I have been fascinated by these stories since I was a child.

For example, I know that after the age of the gods ended, the Zandalar Empire took advantage of the situation and emerged, as well as the strongest among the troll pirates who were rampant in the world.

Zandalari Pirate King, Zemran! "

"Wait, that name!"

The old mage suddenly reached out and interrupted Black's words. He flipped through his notes and said:

“The high elves also have records about this name.

It is said that their ancestor, Dath'Remar Sunstrider, took the first group of high elves across the Endless Sea and reached the eastern continent when they were robbed by a group of troll pirates.

And the leader of that group of powerful pirates is Zandalar Pirate King Zemlan! "

Meili Dongfeng stroked his note, with a hint of curiosity in his tone, and said:

"That happened seven thousand three hundred years ago. I never thought that during this long trip, I would be able to come into contact with real people who existed in that long history.

Are you sure that the graveyard of Pirate King Zemlan is in the Wharton Desert? "

"cemetery?"

Blake blinked and asked the old mage:

"Master, who told you that the pirate king Zemlan is dead?"

"not dead?"

The old mage widened his eyes and said:

"How could it be? The lifespan of trolls is generally between two hundred and three hundred years. They do have a way to immortalize their souls, but their bodies will always die.

According to the records of the high elves, Zemran is not a troll priest. In fact, he is more like a shadow walker. How is this possible?

Ah, I see.

Zemran became a follower of Bwonsamdi, and it used the power of the death god to live for thousands of years, right? "

"It's actually not quite right to say that."

Blake frowned, and after a few seconds, he shook his head and said:

"Trying to explain Zemlan's current state to you without seeing it firsthand is difficult.

But it has indeed survived to this day.

But it is not a follower of Bwonsamdi.

It was just one of Bwonsamdi's countless traders, and it had not fulfilled its end of the bargain with Bwonsamdi, so Death punished it with the power given to it.

What I have to do now is to give that poor guy relief.

Get the mojo that Bwonsamdi left there by the way. "

"No, there's more to your plan."

The old mage sitting on the magic carpet shook his head and said softly:

"Bwonsamdi doesn't want to help you at all. That's its magic spirit. It can take it away at will. Have you considered it? It's possible that it's just using you.

After you remove the deadbeat Pirate King for it, you probably get nothing. "

"What do you mean by 'possibly' using me?"

Black was riding on the raptor that was flying forward. He looked at the old mage with strange eyes and said:

"Bwonsamdi is definitely using me, okay? No one in this world knows better than me what kind of virtue that cunning old troll is.

But don't worry, Master.

If the deal is not completed, even Bwonsamdi cannot take away that power.

I've been prepared for this.

And compared to Hela's weakness that can't be exploited at all now, Bwonsamdi's weakness is actually easier to exploit. Don't worry, even if you end up completely falling out, I still have the means to counter it. "

He let out a long breath, grabbed the reins of the raptor, looked at the dark night in front of him, and said confidently:

"Speaking of the Zandalari Pirate King Zemlan, he hid the legend of his life and all the treasures he plundered in the desert of Vol'dun.

It's so greedy, so hungry.

It was unwilling to let go, so it guarded its treasure and power in the form of a curse.

As much as I come for the power, I also come for the treasure.

I will bear the flag of my predecessors and create my own pirate legend on the sea of ​​plunder thousands of years later! I will carry forward these traditions.

In fact, as you can see, this long journey from the Broken Shore to Zandalari looks very much like an escape, but it is not.

It's not just an escape.

It’s not just about the destination of my soul and the freedom I long for.

It is also the beginning of a career.

I will use this as my life as a pirate, and for this career plan, there is nothing better than finding the treasure of a generation of pirate kings with my own hands and inheriting its power and legacy. "

Blake laughed.

His laughter spread far and wide in the dark jungle. He stroked the one-handed sword at his waist and said in a relaxed tone:

"I guess the last words that Pirate King Zemran left to the world before disappearing should be like this:"

He cleared his throat and said in a longer voice:

"Do you want my treasure? Do you want my power?

Go find it!

Go find it! ! !

I hid them in the deepest part of the Walton Desert. As long as you can find them, they are all yours! "