Shadow Trails in Azeroth

Chapter 1131 227. Beautiful scenery, beautiful ruins, beautiful Nagas. Oh, it’s Naga again!

"We must warn Goldrinn!"

In the forest on the edge of Howling Wolf Valley, Ursoc's chosen warrior Tur heard what Black said.

He was stunned.

The followers of the Wolf God nine thousand years ago actually planned to pollute Goldrinn's power and induce him to degenerate into a dark demigod. This kind of thing reminded Tur immediately of the depravity of Ursoc, the bear-man god.

Tur Raging Claw suddenly felt angry, and he said to the pirate in a rough voice:

"We must stop that wolf herder and Jean who was bewitched by him. After my beloved Ursoc suffered a disaster, I swore that such a thing would not happen again!"

"I can understand how you feel, but I think Goldrinn might already know."

The smelly pirate waved his hand and said:

"This can also explain why the damn arrogance suddenly summoned me, but don't worry, even with the Luna Scythe in hand, it will take time for Jean to release the Scytheclaw Druids.

It will take even more time for the Scytheclaw druids to contaminate Goldrinn.

The wildness of the Wolf God is not so easy to control, and they may be severely retaliated by Goldrinn.

And although this matter is serious, it is not to the point where we need to disrupt our original plans. There are also big things I need to do on the coast of Azshara.

We need to get that done first.

Finally, it’s impossible for old Gene’s stubbornness to believe in my good intentions. Since he hates me so much, let him continue to play with fire. "

Blake shrugged and said to his bear warrior:

"When he gets into trouble, I will help solve the problem, but it will definitely not be for free. Well, this is in our interests.

Let's go.

There's nothing to see here.

We can take a side trip to Felwood and see your distant cousins ​​of the Ursines in Kalimdor before my ship calls us.

Maybe they will host a banquet for you, and I can join in for a meal or something. The winter spring fire wine brewed by the local bear people is one of the best wines in Azeroth.

I've wanted to try it for a long time.

Let's go, for your sake, let's go to the bear tribe in Felwood to buy some wine and take it with us. "

The pirate turned and left, and the bear warrior followed without much hesitation, and shared with Black their grievances and grudges between the Northland Ursines and the Felwood Ursines.

Only an ancient werewolf with a bruised nose and face was left curled up in the dark jungle. It stared dumbly as the pirates and bear warriors disappeared from its sight.

Its mind was in turmoil.

What the hell?

Just let me go?

After you said so many horrible things in front of me, why don't you plan to kill me and silence me?

Hey, this is so unprofessional!

And the fact that the wolf god is polluted sounds really scary. Could it be that their wolf herder had really betrayed Goldrinn's power? No way

The ancient werewolf that had been let go shook its body, covered its swollen mouth and got up. It looked left and right, quickly slipped out of the jungle, and ran towards the Howling Wolf Valley.

It wasn't clear whether the things Blake said were true.

But it felt the need to tell this to the werewolf leader in the Howling Valley. Although the wolves were wild, they also had strict class divisions.

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It means that if the Wolf Shepherd really intends to pollute Goldrinn, then their followers who have accepted the wild power of the Wolf God will have to face a difficult choice.

These sickleclaw druids hate the traditional druids who betrayed them. They believe that their efforts have not been understood by their tribesmen and they have been cruelly abandoned, erasing all meaning of existence.

They want revenge on their former partners.

But revenge is one thing, destroying the kingdom of the elves is one thing, betraying and twisting Goldrinn who gave them power at the most critical moment is another.

That is the source of their belief.

Could it be that the wolf pack, which has always been united, is about to break apart?

——

"Buzz"

On the deck of the Nagfar, the black summoning ritual stone responded to the vibrations. With the magic infusion of the three warlocks, Black, who was far away in Felwood Forest, broke through the space and returned to his ship.

Following closely behind is Tur, the bear warrior.

The latter's huge body was loaded with werebear wine barrels, and he also carried four barrels in his hands.

These were the Winterspring firewine bought from the Ursines in Timbermaw Fortress. Blake really loved this mysterious wine that was as cold as ice in the mouth, and exploded like fire and burned the whole body after drinking, making him shiver with pleasure.

In fact, even though Winterspring Firewine has the word "wine" in its name, it is actually a secret alchemical potion made by the Timbermaw Furbolgs of Winterspring Valley.

This thing can stimulate the strength of warriors in a short period of time, and also stimulate the expansion of body muscles, making the drinker feel bigger when the potion takes effect.

The Timbermaw furbolgs regard it as a strategic asset and will not reveal it to outsiders they do not trust.

To be honest, if Tuul Raging Claw, the "old cousin" bearman from Northrend, wasn't so proud, Black would have had to rely on the "traditional skills" of thieves to get the wine he wanted to taste.

"Why did you ask Tur to carry all this wine for you?"

The first mate, Sephiel, appeared next to the beaming Blake. She looked curiously at the bear warrior who was taking down the wine barrel and placing it on the deck, and whispered to Blake:

"Wouldn't it be more convenient to pack it in a suitcase?"

"How do you know I don't have any wine in my suitcase?"

The stinky pirate grinned.

He took his pirate hat from the hands of his good daughter Ship Spirit who suddenly appeared and put it on his head. He looked back at the surrounding scenery of the Azshara coast and said:

"If my luggage didn't fit, I wouldn't have troubled Tur. His reputation as Ursoc's chosen warrior is very useful among the Timbermaw furbolgs.

They treated him as a distinguished guest and welcomed him into Timbermaw Fortress with great fanfare and flattery, including me. "

"What? The luggage is full?"

Sephiel's eyes widened and she looked at the five magic bags on Blake's waist. She put her hands on her hips and screamed in an angry tone that a shopkeeper should have:

"Your luggage is the largest luggage that mages can make! Each one has the capacity of a small warehouse. How much wine did you buy from the bear people?

Is it easy for your pirates to make money by robbing homes? Don’t you feel bad that your precious wealth has been wasted by you like this? The wine cabinet on the ship is filled with all kinds of wine you collected. Have you finished drinking it? "

"It didn't cost much."

Seeing Sephiel so angry, Black suddenly felt guilty.

He said vaguely:

"The furbolgs gave me a discount for Tur's sake, and I bought a lot, so they gave me a lower price. This is the precious alchemy wine of the furbolgs, and it's hard for others to buy it. Woolen cloth."

"yes."

The Bear Warrior, who had taken off his wine, passed by. When he heard Black's statement, he nodded fiercely and said:

"The captain bought out all the winter spring firewine that the furbolgs had accumulated for thirty years at once. Four of their five wine cellars were emptied, and the remaining firewine in the remaining one was reserved for the furbolgs warriors for combat. of.

For the next several years, no matter how much money you have, you won't be able to buy it. "

It would have been fine if Tuer didn't explain it, but as soon as he explained it, Sephiel's anger soared again. Seeing that the first parasaurus was about to go crazy, Captain Ruan hurriedly took out a rolled up paper from his arms and stuffed it into Seifer's hand. .

He warned with all his heart:

"This is the Dongquan Fire Wine recipe I bought from the furbolg. We no longer have to spend money to buy wine. We can also make good wine and sell it to others to make money.

This is my darling, I will leave it to you to keep for me.

You are the person I trust most, and I would not trust it to anyone else. "

"snort."

These words made Sephiel's anger dissipate a little. She glanced at the formula in her hand and put it into her pocket. But soon, Seifer realized something else.

She looked back at the stinky pirate who was bragging to the three warlocks about how powerful the wine he bought was. While he was giving the three warlocks a barrel of wine to taste, Sephiel asked in a low voice:

"Can't you steal? You can steal things from Moonglade, how could the Timbermaw Fortress stop you? Why spend money on such things as wine recipes?

Are you drinking too much and it's seeping into your brain? "

"I wanted to steal it too."

Blake rubbed his cheek and sighed:

“But that place is blessed by the divine power of Ursoc and Ursol. I don’t want to offend my ‘iron buddy’, and it’s not worthwhile to turn against Ursoc for a recipe.

I only spent 50,000 gold coins, plus "renting" three orc warriors, Saurfang brothers and Grom Hellscream, to the Timbermaw bear people to drive away the evil satyrs that plagued their territory, and I settled the deal. "

"etc!"

Sephiel's eyes suddenly widened when she heard this, and she said:

"We'll talk about the money later. How can you still rent the orcs to the furbolgs to fight? I can understand Red obeying your orders, but the Saurfang brothers don't listen to you.

Unless you use the Sin Monument, how can they listen to you? "

"Yes, they won't listen. These bastards are always submissive to the orthodox chief of the orcs."

Blake rolled his eyes and grinned:

"But the furbolgs don't know this. I gave the letter of appointment signed by Red to the furbolgs, which is equivalent to transferring the orders of the war chief to them, who are honest.

As for whether they can mobilize three orcs to fight for them with this order, that is not my concern.

Are you right? "

"Ah this."

Sephiel's eyes widened, and after a while he could only sigh weakly and helplessly:

"I can only say that it's you who deserves it."

"Haha, is this captain's dark wisdom in vain?"

Blake was not ashamed to stand on the side of the ship with his hands on his hips, laughing and looking at the coast of Azshara Peninsula in front of him.

The desolate scenery of this strange peninsula land east of Ashenvale was exactly the same as he remembered.

It's like a terrifying behemoth took a bite out of this land, creating a unique landscape with the northern and southern sides of the Azshara Peninsula and a sunken central area. From the sea where Blake is located, you can clearly see the spread of the peninsula. Endless elven ruins.

That is the capital of the Elf Empire, the last ruins left on the earth after Zin-Azshari's world collapsed in the War of the Ancients. Just from these ruins of the city that have been weathered and lost for thousands of years, we can see what the capital of the Elf Empire was like when it was at its peak. How beautiful and magnificent.

The broken cliffs at the edge of the ruins are more like bread that has been violently torn open. They are like towering ribbons wrapped around the ivory white beach.

In the inner sea of ​​Azshara, which borders the Endless Sea, there are continuous waves washing up on the beach on the sea known as the "Storm Coast". Jagged reefs emerge from the water at low tide, coupled with the rugged Together, the reefs form a labyrinth of coral below the water's surface.

Such weird terrain is the last "gift" left to this land by the big explosion that shattered the earth.

It creates an extremely dangerous seabed, making it impossible for even a strange warship like the Naqfar to safely cross this ocean.

Therefore, Blake's ghost ship can float on the sea like other ships, anchored in the water near the storm coast according to Blake's previous order.

"Have you found the sea giant's temple?"

Blake asked Sephiel beside him:

"Where are Little Xingxing and the others? Aren't you planning to come back to the ship to do some work?"

"The second mate and boatswain have returned."

Sephiel flipped his hair and replied:

"They went to the interior of Azshara this morning to look for the blue dragon stationed on this desolate peninsula. Little Star said that she should be able to get some secret information about the land of Azshara from the blue dragon.

The temple of the sea giants has not yet been found, but Prince Faroldis, who came to the ship a few days ago, has been personally tracking the sea giant tribe on the coast of Azshara these days.

He should also be able to find some useful information. "

"very good."

Blake nodded with satisfaction and said:

"Azshara, this ghost place, has always been the base camp of the Nagas on the continent of Kalimdor. Those vicious soft-skinned snakes occupy the ruins of the ancient capital and do not allow other life forms to approach.

They are very powerful here, and it is said that they are directly connected to Nazjatar. Don't provoke them, let's leave as soon as we finish our work.

You go and prepare the Tide Stone.

As long as we find the sea giant demigod, we can

Um? "

Before the stinky pirate could finish speaking, he suddenly turned his head and looked at the sea next to him.

It seemed that something was about to rush out from under the sea, and it seemed that the local overlord Nagas had discovered the strange ghost ship Nagfar.

The whirlpool on the sea surface quickly swelled into a lapping tide, and the tide was mixed with a group of naga who were probing their heads. They seemed to think that this lone ship that dared to intrude into their territory was easy to bully.

Just as he was about to come over and strike hard at the bold intruder, he used the Naga pirates' special skills.

"boom"

The flying waves slapped the side of the ghost ship like a heavy punch, causing the entire ship to shake.

In Blake's heartbroken and shocked gaze, the barrel of the precious wine he had bought with a lot of money that had just been placed on the deck by the bear warrior jumped violently, and then rolled down into the rolling sea water, swirling. Just disappeared.

The entire deck fell silent at this moment. The three warlocks who were holding wine glasses and pretending to taste the wine were at a loss. Sephiel glanced at Black and covered his eyes in despair.

"No! My wine!!! I spent a lot of money to buy it!"

The next moment, Blake's heartbreaking roar echoed in the sound of the waves, and then the anger of having the treasure taken away swept across the entire ghost ship.

"The shameful Naga launched a despicable and unforgivable attack on us! This is a declaration of war!"

While the green deathly rays of his eyes beat into the waves, the pirate's roar of wielding his sharp blade was like thunder, and his murderous intent was unstoppable.

"Everyone!"

"Unsheath the sword! Kill them all!"