Shadow Trails in Azeroth

Long time no see, Garni, the God of Garbage, is really dressing up with each passing day.

It still maintains its classic appearance of a slender jawed dragon with bright scales, but it has many more "accessories" on it, not to mention the shabby letter bag and backpack, which is the embodiment of old Garni's new priesthood.

Not to mention the red cloth turban covering its head.

That thing was thrown to Old Garni by Black after he lost his cherished Sargeras Curse Sight. The latter apparently used this irreparable thing as a "status symbol."

Although this eyepatch cannot be repaired, its strange ability is still there, and it can also be mobilized and used by Old Garni, allowing the God of Garbage to more clearly perceive the existence of evil energy and demons.

It's like a radar.

This thing won't be of much use in Azeroth now, but if Old Garni wants to be active in Draenor in the future, it will be a very important thing.

After all, Old Garni was just a weak Loa, and he had just boarded Black's sailing ship towards the ordinary Loa. In a world full of demons, there were many terrifying things that could kill it.

But what made Blake the most nervous was that Old Garni put "boots" on his feet.

A pair of dwarf-style hunting boots, which were Black's favorite shoes that he lost in Silithus, a gift from old Hemet, very, very good hunting boots.

However, after it was contaminated with C'Thun's gastric juice, it was corroded and looked ugly. After Old Garni got it, it seemed that he had someone repair it.

But poor needlework skills made the shabby shoes look even more ugly.

But no matter how ugly the shoes are, they are full of joy when worn by a Lesognathus. Just like Puss in Boots, there is a sense of joy in addition to the weirdness.

"What do you mean you are wearing shoes for? Your paws are not suitable for wearing them at all. Wouldn't it be uncomfortable?"

Blake held his pipe in his mouth and looked at Old Garni's new equipment with strange eyes. He complained:

"Also, all the new things on your body seem to be related to me. Who is the God of Scavengers?"

"Yes, who among us is the god of scavengers?"

Old Garni grinned, revealing his file-like teeth, and repeated Black's question in a strangely drawn-out voice, making the sentence instantly full of ridicule.

"Stop complaining about my new shoes. I can walk in any environment after wearing them, which greatly improves my delivery efficiency. This is the best piece of garbage I have ever gotten from you."

The Garbage God snorted, swung his tail, took the letter from Blake with his flexible paws, looked at it again, and said;

"Why are there so many copies? Didn't you say you were going to give them to Velen, the Draenei's prophet? Who are the others for? You'll have to pay extra for sending several letters at once!"

Old Gani rolled his cunning eyes and said:

"You should at least give me a few more precious pieces of garbage. I smelled garbage with the smell of evil energy in the nearby fortress. The weird burning smell made me feel itchy.

Go and help me look for it. You are so talented at scavenging. Do me a favor and make me happy. "

"You go find it yourself."

Blake rolled his eyes and said:

"I'm still busy right now. Except for those letters to Velen, the rest are all going to be sent back to Azeroth. You'll be familiar with me there in the blink of an eye.

I want to gather all the people who are really concerned about demonic affairs and hold a meeting in Draenor, a land ravaged by demons, to give the peace-loving righteous warriors of the two worlds a place to communicate so that they can Come up with a countermeasure.

By the way, I will provide a place for my evil friends to cause trouble, help them, and give those trashes a chance to complete their last stand.

Of course, it's on my territory, haha, you still want to fight me. "

The smelly pirate let out a dark and evil laugh, which made Old Garni move his body uncomfortably.

It knew that the big bad Black was pushing for something damned and terrible again.

The kind-hearted God of Garbage Man wanted to leave now, but after thinking about it, he still waggled his tail and approached Black. He stretched his slender neck to the pirate's ear and whispered:

"When will you return to Azeroth?"

"Huh? Do you want me to go back so much? No, when did our relationship get so good?"

The smelly pirate looked at Old Garni with a strange look and said:

"Have you been bullied by someone? Are you going to ask me to go back to calm you? No problem! Let me tell you, whoever dares to bully you will have trouble with me. When I am free, I will beat those guys.

Just wait a few days and I'll go back when I'm done. "

"No, I am such a good-tempered God, who would provoke me without any problem?"

Old Garni shook his head and explained:

“It’s just that the situation on Zandalar Island is a bit strange these days, especially in the Vol’dun Desert. I always feel like something is going to happen, and I haven’t been able to sleep well recently.

I would like you to come over and take a look, or simply teach the snake people a lesson. They have gone crazy recently and have been digging the temple under the desert.

And you may not know it, but something is happening in the swamps of Nazmir. "

Speaking of this, Old Gani suddenly felt a little scared.

It said more quietly:

“The scary thing in that golden palace seems to be waking up.

The Golden Dynasty sent soldiers to seal off the surrounding swamp, while the blood trolls abandoned their territory and went in groups to worship in a newly dug underground pit.

Things are troublesome.

Old Bwonsamdi took the opportunity you gave him to oil his soles and ran to Zul'Farrak, but the other loa were not as free and easy as he was. I still have many followers there.

You think of a way to help me. It's best to deal with it before it gets worse. You've already killed two ancient gods, so another one won't be a big problem, right? "

"Wait, you said G'huun is waking up soon?"

Blake frowned, took off his pipe and said:

"When did this happen?"

"Just ten days ago!"

Old Gani rolled his eyes and immediately replied:

"It was almost what happened after you left Pandaria. This thing is also strange. There was no sign at all, and it suddenly broke out. I also asked Zul specifically, but the Dark Prophet couldn't figure it out.

He said that he could only see a shadow falling over Zandalari and all the loa, but a light of hope also shone.

Isn’t this just saying it means not saying it yet? "

The Garbage God complained:

"You prophets are so annoying. The more important the matter, the more you have to play this kind of riddle game."

"He's not playing word games."

Blake shook his head and said without further explanation:

"Don't be anxious and don't be afraid. I will help you if something happens. But now you have to find out whether there is any connection between the blood troll uprising in Nazmir and the snake-men operation in Vol'dun Desert.

I mean, before I go back, you have to at least figure out who is behind these two things.

I personally prefer that it's our dear Corruptor trying to save the day again. "

The smelly pirate sneered and said:

"Its activity over the past hundreds of thousands of years has given it power all over the world. Before you noticed, the shadow of N'Zoth has appeared in the seal that suppressed G'huun.

It should be that Pandaria's failure made the Corruptor angry, so it took advantage of me to leave Azeroth to prepare for a big event.

But not that fast. "

Blake comforted the frightened old Garni and said:

"That seal is not that easy to break. Even if the snakemen dig up the terrifying thing under the desert, Zuldazar must first be captured before G'huun's ultimate seal can be broken.

Even if I don't intervene in this process, it won't be completed within a few months. It leaves us enough time to react, so don't get into trouble.

To hold on is to win.

Speaking of which, when you started operating in the world of Draenor, were you trying to find a way out for yourself? You're really not that good at looking like this. This place is much messier than Azeroth. "

“It’s really messy, but there’s also a lot of garbage!”

Old Ghani said with shining eyes:

“I thought the djinn was lying to me at the time, but after taking the time to send a few scavengers around Draenor, I realized that what the djinn said was true!

This world is full of garbage, it’s my paradise!

My newly developed believers in the local area collected a lot of useful garbage without much effort. My believers in the ogre's ruined city were especially powerful.

They helped me get a lot of broken rune weapons, enough to arm my followers in Zandalari.

I never thought that those elves were so talented at scavenging. When they took the initiative to join me, I couldn't believe it.

Who would have thought that I, a Loa worshiped by trolls, could actually find elven believers.

Tsk tsk, I can be said to have done something that other Loa couldn't do. "

"etc!"

Blake suddenly captured a very important message from Old Gani's words. He said in a suspicious tone:

"The ruins of the ogre city? You're talking about Highmaul, right? And the elves there came to you and asked for help? Are they the missing archaeologists from the Reliquary Society in Quel'dorei?

Are they your followers now? "

"Yes, that's them."

Old Gani said with a confused look:

"When they found me, they were being chased by a group of terrifying black knights. The blood on my body was so miserable, and everyone was injured. They asked me to protect them and guide them, and gave me a lot of garbage as tribute.

I used my divine power to help them hide in the ruins. Recently, I taught them to collect various materials to survive and avoid the pursuit of the black knight.

What's wrong with this? "

"Good old Gani!"

Blake grabbed Old Garni's head and hammered it hard a few times, then let it go amidst the chirping of the God of Garbage, and said angrily:

"I just said that I sent watchers to look for them but couldn't find them. I was still wondering if those guys had wings and flew away. I didn't expect that it was you who was doing something secretly!

Tell me their location quickly.

Do you know that those guys hide the most valuable treasures in Draenor? "

"Huh? They still have a treasure hidden? Is it the most valuable treasure in the world?"

Old Garni was horrified and immediately shouted angrily with bared teeth and claws:

"It's contrary! As believers of the God of Garbage, they actually hide rare treasures. What a bunch of damn heretics! I knew the elves couldn't be trusted!

asshole!

They should really be thrown to those black knights right now! "

"You should have noticed something was wrong when they were chased by the Black Knight. Who is the Black Knight? Do you think the best treasure hunters in the stars would be interested in a group of garbage guys?"

Blake sarcastically said:

"I see you are really stupid picking up trash. Come on, give me their hiding place and I will send someone to get them back."

"Oh, even if you are a heretic believer, you are still a believer."

Old Gani rolled his eyes and said in a long voice:

"Who in the whole of Azeroth doesn't know that I, Old Garni, am the best to my believers, and I will never give up on any of my followers, let alone hand over my followers to a terrible pirate.

They have given me a lot of treasures and rubbish. As a Loa with a bottom line, I can't do such an unconscionable thing, right? "

"Why are you so annoying? You just want to pay more."

Black took out the eyeball of the Abyss Lord that had just been sent by the Evil Eye from his bag, handed it to Old Garni and said:

"Is this enough?"

"I don't want this!"

Old Garni snorted and didn't even look at what was in front of him.

It held its nose with its flexible paws and stepped back, screaming:

"This is a treasure! You know, I can't have a treasure, I just want garbage. This is my bottom line."

"puff"

Before Old Garni finished speaking, he saw Blake condensing a shadow flying knife from his fingers, raising the knife in his hand and stabbing the demon's eyeball, which was as big as a demonic orb in his hand.

This knife very accurately destroyed the most valuable part of the eyeball, greatly reducing its ability to condense magic power, but it was not completely destroyed, and a part of the magic core was still retained.

But it succeeded in making this eyeball slip from the highest level of magic material to the level of a worthless thing.

"Now, now it's fresh out of the oven and full of garbage."

Blake shook the damaged eyeball in front of old Garni, whose eyes were shining, and said:

"I really like people who have a bottom line, so do you want it? Is this enough to buy your bottom line?"

The eyes of the god of the slender jaw followed the broken eyeball moving up and down in the smelly pirate's hand. It even made a gesture of swallowing saliva. After a few seconds, Old Garni snatched away the broken garbage eyeball with his flexible claws. come over.

It shook its head again, made a helpless and sad expression, and said:

"Oh, although I am very kind to believers, these heretics who hide treasures secretly still need to be punished. They obviously do not serve me sincerely. They just use my hidden divine power to avoid danger.

This behavior is so hateful!

These bad guys must be given a good shake by someone even worse, so in the name of the God of Trash, I'm placing a bounty on the Uncrowned One.

My dear Great Scavenger Blake, please solve this troublesome problem for your scavenging god. "

Old Garni held the damaged precious eyeball. It looked at the precious "kill-on-point" garbage in its hand with an obsessed look. It used a nonchalant tone to describe the "traitors" who took advantage of it. "The location was accurately told to Blake.

Black also conveyed the latest target information to the two Void Watchers currently operating in Nagrand through Xal'atath.

He bid farewell to old Gani who had obtained the satisfactory garbage, stepped on those funny boots, shook his head holding the red turban, and disappeared into the smoke of the garbage dump.

"As expected of you, Old Garni, you are indeed my lucky star."

Blake laughed like a great villain. He looked back with satisfaction at the demon fortress that had extinguished the flames. He was thinking about the next thing and walked quickly over there.

In the far west of Nagrand, deep in the ruins of a huge city near the coast, a group of Quel'dorei elves hiding here, dressed like beggars, watched in stunned silence as the statue of the old Garni they visited collapsed. .

Amid the stench of the malicious "Loa's fart", they felt that their connection with the trash god they believed in was severed.

They were abandoned by their gods.

Damn it, what happened to this world?

Are these noble elves now not even qualified to be beggars in another world?