Shadow Trails in Azeroth

It took Blake and his hozen men a whole day to get from the Heart of the Dragon to the foot of the mountain where Qinglong Temple is located. The straight line distance was quite short.

But there are mountains all the way.

Even for the hozen, which is naturally agile, walking is difficult.

What's more, the monkeys had to carry Blake's slide pole in batches and carry their bad old and new ones over the mountains and ridges. This made the naughty hozens very dissatisfied.

They gathered together at breakfast and chattered about the issue of "rebellion". Some of the more vicious ones suggested that when walking on the mountain road, they should deliberately fall and throw the bad boss off the cliff to his death.

They even prepared specific plans for rebellion.

But when it was close to lunch time, the group of hozens heading towards Qinglong Temple unexpectedly encountered a group of Jinyu people who came for pilgrimage. These two races had a deep hatred.

The two sides started fighting as soon as they met.

The noisy fighting woke up Blake, who was taking a nap, and then the hozens saw their bad boss, who was so angry that he had to wake up, kill an entire team of Jinyu people by himself in less than a minute. Knocked down.

As a result, the monkeys' thoughts of rebellion disappeared when the last Jinyu man, who was beaten with a bruised nose and face, was captured.

They began to cheer for Blake honestly again.

Probably seeing the power of the bad boss, these hozens felt that they had a great advantage, so they became more and more aggressive and mischievous in the second half of the journey.

They took steps that they didn't recognize, yelled and climbed up and down the trees. They were so arrogant that they wanted to catch the little raccoons that were foraging in the forest on the roadside and slap them.

This look of fake power made Blake even more convinced that these naughty hozens were born pirates.

They are impulsive, irritable, accustomed to moving in large groups and are very united. When their own side has the advantage, they can explode with 300% combat effectiveness. They can sense that the situation is not right and collapse in a cunning manner.

They are good at sneaking around, have naughty personalities and refuse to change despite repeated admonitions, they like to fight in the nest, and they are very particular about fairness within the group.

Their intelligence allows them to know how to use crude strategies, but it is not high enough to give them lofty ideals and firm will.

All their character shortcomings are perfect professional advantages in the pirate industry. They do not require training. As long as they get on the ship, they are qualified pirates.

"Leave those Jinyu people behind. Why are you taking them with you? Are they for military ration? The meat of these Jinyu people is sour!"

Blake was lying comfortably on his sliding pole. He scolded the hozens who tried to capture the Jinyu prisoners and take them away. He cursed:

"The bad thing we are going to do next is terrible. We cannot take prisoners and throw them into the water. There is no need to untie the rope, and the fish will not drown anyway."

Under the orders of the pirates, the hozens reluctantly threw a group of tall Jinyu captives into the nearby Pearl Fin River, but they could not avoid punching and kicking the fishmen before leaving the captives.

This made Benbolba very dissatisfied.

Although it is a small fish man and these are gold fish men, it is difficult to say that the two are the same species.

But we are all fishmen after all, and we cannot just watch fishmen being bullied by monkeys.

So the little fish man ran over and waved the salted fish hammer to drive away the annoying monkeys, and then pushed the bullied Jinyu people into the river.

These murlocs of Pandaria are distant relatives of the swordfish people we saw in Vasj'ir. They were a common ethnic group 10,000 years ago, and it is said that they once established a glorious multi-racial civilization in Pandaria.

But the empire of the Jinyu people perished due to the betrayal of the hozen, which created a very deep hatred between the two tribes.

However, in this special place of Pandaria, the Supreme God did not allow the two races to go to war to avoid terrible consequences. The fish people live by the water and the hozen live in the mountains. They usually cannot meet each other.

"Don't envy me. Jinyu people were the upper-class nobles of Pandaria in ancient times. Their innate elegance and nobility are engraved in their souls."

When the little fish man returned to the sliding pole, the smelly pirate grunted and said to him:

"No matter how hard you try, a low-grade bluegill born in the wetland, you can never have the elegance of a Jinyu even when begging for mercy.

This is the art of reincarnation, I can’t envy it. "

"Quack"

The Bulldog ignored the stinking pirate's malice. It made a face at Black and turned its head away from him.

He propped his chin up with his paws and began to fantasize about the fishman again.

If it was born as a handsome and heroic Jinyu or Swordfish, how could it still look like this?

If it had such a great background and such a high starting point, it would surely have done something as big as the Pirates by now.

Blake watched the little fish-man make a fantasy gesture.

He suddenly felt that this vain little guy was hopeless, and he couldn't keep this little fish-man with a bad brain.

It was filled with envy when it first saw the mighty Swordfish Man, and now it is even more envy when it sees the noble and generous Jinyu Man.

But now that it’s here, do you want to find a Jinyu wife for your loyal little fish-man? Hey, isn't this just Wu Dalang playing with Pan Jinlian, and a little dwarf playing with a big horse?

What a beautiful thing this is!

Thinking of this, the stinky pirate couldn't help but let out a weird laugh, which made the hozens next to him carrying the slide feel uncomfortable. His bad boss was really evil.

"stop!"

When walking to a dense forest at the foot of Qinglong Temple Mountain, Blake suddenly shouted, and the chattering hozens immediately fell silent. They scratched their heads and looked at their bad boss.

The boss promised them that today they can rob Gungun's temple.

Two-thirds of what was stolen was handed over, and the rest belonged to them.

This kind of promise makes the hozens look forward to it very much. Whatever they grab is secondary. The main thing is robbing the Qinglong Temple. The fact itself sounds exciting enough.

The hozens’ innate desire for excitement makes them unable to resist this temptation.

In the past, they did not dare to challenge Qinglong Temple. There was a very powerful bad guy in this huge temple, one of them could beat ten of them. But now that there is a powerful bad boss taking the lead, the naughty hozens are full of courage.

If this very exciting bad thing is done, all the hozens in Pandaria will call them heroes!

"I want to decorate some things here, and I need your help. Come on, take a few each!"

Blake stood up from the sliding pole, grabbed a large handful of purple soul stones from his bag and threw them on the ground. He shouted to the hozens in front of him:

"You take these stones and scatter them in this mountain forest. The more you scatter, the better. The closer you are to Qinglong Temple, the better, but don't get discovered. If you are caught by the pandas, I will not save you."

The smart and cunning hozen was the first to run up, grabbed a handful of soul stones and nodded to Black. The little hozen, who had been beaten up by the fish-man before, was very good at doing things.

With it taking the lead, the other hozens ran over and grabbed the soul stones. A few of the more irritable idiots even tried to put the soul stones in their mouths and bite them to taste them.

Blake never lacks these things.

For tonight's event, he almost threw out all the soul stones in his bag, and drove the hozens to work quickly.

After all the hozens ran away, the stinky pirate took out a large bag of magic materials used by warlocks and pouted at the little murloc, who then followed Black into the depths of the jungle.

It had been helping pirates make divine power extraction rituals before, and was already a qualified assistant.

And for a great warlock like Blake to take action in person, setting up a large demon summoning ritual was naturally easy and familiar.

When the night fell to nearly midnight, he inserted the last pale candle made of Naga fish oil into the corner of the huge pentagram circle on the ground, and looked back again.

After repeatedly confirming that there was no problem, the pirate rubbed his hands, glanced at the looming Qinglong Temple in the dark night, smiled evilly, and prepared to start casting spells.

"Who are you summoning this time?"

Xal'atas asked quietly:

"The demon that caught your eye must be extraordinary, right? Maybe it's the lord of a small demon world. If the demon army comes in full force, can Qinglong Temple withstand it?"

"Look at the stupid question you asked. It turns out that you are a layman who has no understanding of the Pandaren's military system."

Blake sneered and said:

“In Qinglong Temple alone, there are two legendary monks and a legendary fish-man prophet, as well as Golden Lotus Sect protectors, Shado Sect masters and nearly a thousand high-level monks.

In addition, the fierce men of the Cloud Serpent Knights stationed nearby.

On the other side of the mountain, in Baimu Garden and Chenfang Garden, there live three famous Pandaren Jiuxian families. This is also the dojo of Yulong Tianzun, enshrining the most powerful lady in the demigod world of Azeroth. .

As long as Qinglong Temple issues a call, more than 300 cloud flying dragons can be recruited from the overseas Linfeng Island in an instant to help in the battle. Therefore, the correct question is not whether Qinglong Temple can withstand it, but how much time the invading demons can buy me.

Let me put it this way.

Unless Kil'jaeden comes in person, or the demons choose to launch a full-scale invasion here, the demon lords under his command have no chance of breaking through this temple in a short time. "

The pirate raised his hands, calling for the power of evil. Amid the dark magic, he whispered:

"And I have always felt that the ten thousand years of sealing off the Misty Continent not only protected the pandas from the outside world, but also protected the inferior civilizations from the outside world from being invaded by the bad guys.

Don't be fooled by the naive appearance of the pandaren, my lady, they were a huge civilization on par with Azshara's elven empire more than 10,000 years ago.

Azshara, such a proud queen, would call Shaohao's father the emperor.

Now the Elf Empire has long been over, but the Pandaren civilization not only relied on itself to withstand the destruction of the Earthshaking, but also developed for ten thousand years without being affected by the outside world.

This civilization is indeed restrained, but how much war potential will they unleash once they are not affected by the evil demon?

Do you dare to think about it?

Anyway, I don’t dare.

Believe me, no king in the outside world would want to think about this problem. "

"So, why did you come to Pandaria?"

Xal'atath whispered:

"Are you going to help the pandaren free themselves from the shackles of self-restraint?"

"If I can successfully find the dark heart of Y'Shaarj, why not?"

Blake smiled implicitly and said:

"Why do such powerful Gunguns want to be imprisoned? They are born to make their voices heard in this chaotic world, and they have enough qualifications and strength to do so.

They should use their peaceful nature to set an example for other immature civilizations.

They should also use their hearts and fists to help the world suppress the ever-present turmoil.

They should become Azeroth's "Dinghai Shenzhen", and they should do the same. After all, chivalrous things such as hoeing the strong and supporting the weak and maintaining stability have always been the traditional virtues of the Pandaren.

I believe that the appearance of Pandaren will make this world more lively. "

"Snapped"

The pirate swung the shadow and evil energy entangled in his hand forward.

Thirteen fish oil candles on the magic circle at his feet were lit at the same time. When the green firelight illuminated the dim forest, a rotating door of evil energy opened in this quiet place.

Using the coordinates of the demon world that Mephistros had given him before, Blake skillfully communicated with the twisted void. As the evil portal in front of him rotated larger and larger, a "wormhole" leading from the material world to the demon star domain was opened. Turn on.

An evil imp riding on the back of a hellhound sneakily poked its head out of the summoning door, only to be imprisoned in place by the magic that popped up from the pirates the next moment.

The little devil was frightened. He thought he was going to die here soon.

"Hey, do you recognize me?"

Blake knelt down and hit the frightened kid on the head. He said:

"My reputation should have spread to the Twisting Nether, right? After all, I defeated the arrogant Archimonde the Defiler in Dalaran."

"Are you Black Shaw?"

The kid was stunned for a moment, then screamed:

"The Defiler has issued a reward. Any demon who can find Black Shaw will be rewarded, the demon who can provide accurate information will be imbued with power, and the demon who can bring your head back to Argus will be given a whole world! "

"Good, that's what I wanted to hear."

Blake flicked his fingers, and the Enlightener's Mark flipped over in his palm. The light shining from the sacred object of Argus made the eyes of the evil imp in front of him blur.

"I will give you good luck today, I will give you praise and strength, but forget about a demon world that belongs to you. After all, the ultimate goal of life's struggle is only meaningful if it is accomplished with your own hands."

The stinky pirate kicked the kid and scolded:

"Go ahead.

Go back to your world.

Tell your superiors and your lords of my appearance.

Tell you about the ruler of that small world, tell the arrogant eredar twins, tell the two eredar bitches who are loyal to the fraudster.

The Argus artifact lost by the Defilers is in my hands. If they want the artifact or my head, come here in person!

I'm not going anywhere today, I'm just waiting for them here.

But they'd better bring more people over! "

Blake pointed at the outline of Qinglong Temple behind him, which looked as huge as a giant beast in the reflection of the night, and said to the kid in front of him:

"My new friends are awesome.

They are already gearing up to kill a few demons to show their power. To be honest, if you can't even deal with me and my friends, don't expect to invade Azeroth.

This world will eat you miserable devils like snacks in one bite. Why are you still standing there?

Are you waiting for me to roll out the red carpet for you to see you off?

Why are the demons of this generation so stupid! What else can Lord Sargeras expect you losers to do?

Get out! "

The stinky pirate flew up with a kick and kicked the screaming evil imp back into the portal like a national football player. He passed through the evil energy gate amidst the screams of the imp crying for his father and mother, causing ripples.

Black threw away the Enlightenment Mark in his hand and said to Xal'atath:

"The bait is done, now it's up to the fish to bite the hook. Let's wait patiently and sincerely pray to the moon that there will be no air force today. That would be too embarrassing.

Come on, come on, the hot twin sisters and the empty warlocks are waiting for your company. "