Shadow Trails in Azeroth

"Ah, look at the sea, look at the sky, look at this great desert, Woden, your pirate king is back again!"

In the southernmost part of the Vol'dun Desert on Zandalar Island, beside the abandoned port belonging to Zemlan, the great troll pirate seven thousand years ago, on the bow of the Nag'far that was docked, Black, dressed as a desert prince, held his head high With both hands, he was cheering and saying hello to the vast desert in front of him.

It can be seen that he is in a very good mood.

It is a beautiful thing to return to the place where he once fought intact after becoming famous. In addition, there are actually friends here to welcome his arrival, which makes Blake feel like "returning home in glory".

Although the scenery in front of me is not very good, it can even be called bad.

The port in front of me, which was once full of pirate skeletons, was as dilapidated as before. It was obvious that in the more than two years after Blake left, the indigenous people in this desert had no intention of repairing this place.

This place was once filled with the undead skeletons under Zemlan's command, and was filled with cursed power. Now the cursed power and undead are gone, but only a piece of windy sand is left.

It seems a little lonely and desolate.

However, a group of snakes and foxes on the dock were waving flags towards the ghost ship, and some guys were shouting Black's name, which satisfied the pirate's desire for leadership.

He stood on the bow of the ship and waved to them, then turned back and yelled at the ghost sailors to hurry to the shore and not to keep his "loyal fans" waiting any longer.

"I said, do you really want to keep that egg with you at all times?

Natalie told you, that egg won't hatch. And to be honest, if I had laid an egg out of nowhere, I would have gotten rid of it immediately.

This is a proper ‘black history’. "

As the ship docked, Blake looked at the parasaurus Little Xingxing beside him with strange eyes. The latter was holding an egg the size of a fish-man's head, as if he was caressing some treasure.

That thing was the same as an enlarged egg, it was oval, but the outside of the eggshell was covered with fine spikes like ice crystals, which looked very strange.

This is the egg of the blue dragons, and you can feel the magical aura lingering on the egg from a long distance away.

However, the blue dragon egg in Little Xingxing's hand felt somewhat "stunted". Its size was far different from the dragon egg in Blake's memory.

"I know it won't hatch! You don't need to reiterate it."

Little Star glared at Blake, and said in a dissatisfied tone:

"But it doesn't mean it's meaningless because it can't be hatched. This is the first egg I laid as a dragon. I want to save it and send it back to the cave in the Blue Habitat as my long-lasting dragon. A memorial to my life.”

"What's the commemoration for? I think it's better to eat it!"

Fenner, the idiot next to Little Star, looked at the dragon egg with squinting eyes. She licked her lips and said:

"I heard people say that dragon eggs taste good and are very nutritious. I recently read a knight novel that said that if you eat dragon eggs, you might be able to awaken something similar to the 'power of the dragon'.

You sell it to me, little star.

I promise to help you get rid of your "black history" before tonight. "

"Don't eat it! I won't sell it either! You cold-blooded idiot mad warrior!"

The stupid blue dragon was immediately angered.

She put her hands on her hips and yelled at Fenner, but the violent warrior grabbed her head and hit her hard. Within a few seconds, the two idiots were torn together and started to quarrel over the ownership of the egg.

Blake's head hurt when he heard it.

He decided to ignore these two living treasures and focus on his own affairs in Wharton.

A few minutes later, the planks of the ghost ship hit the scorching sandy dock. Blake walked off the ship with brisk steps, and immediately saw the little fox captain Yudo who was riding on a coyote and whistling at him. pull.

Black laughed and opened his hands towards Eudora. The little fox man snorted, but still rushed over in two or two steps and hugged his dear pirate commander.

This little fox man who followed Blake on his bold voyage in Wharton is now the "God of Wealth" under the stinky pirate.

The "Vorton Trading Company" commanded by Eudora makes money in the South Sea by smuggling the triangular smuggling trade from Kul Tiras to the Eastern Continent and then to Zandalar Island, as well as the ocean trade from Booty Bay to Steamwheedle Port. Hand cramps.

The monthly dividends from her vulture fleet to Tol Barad were enough for Black and his pirates to live a life of debauchery.

It is no exaggeration to say that the main force of the undead fleet is now fighting against the combined fleets of Lordaeron and Quel'Thalas in the North Sea. It is the continuous "war loans" provided to them by Eudora, the "Prince of Trade". ".

Of course, since it is a loan, it must be repaid.

After the war in the Frozen Sea ends, Wharton Trading Company's second fleet will head north to open up new trade routes.

In general, the fox captain's presence under Black's command is not strong, and her faction's force value is the lowest among all pirate factions.

But she is the leader of the faction that the pirate governor Lady Catherine relies on most. There is even a special room in Lady Catherine's residence for Eudora to rest whenever she returns to Tol Barad to report on her duties.

"Captain, the bonfire festival of our fox tribe is coming soon. You can rest at the Akunda Temple these days, just in time to experience the festival of our fox tribe."

Eudora pushed up her green pirate hat and said to Blake:

"It just so happens that our various tribes of foxes are also planning to follow the example of the troll clan and elect a 'King of the Foxes'. I have also signed up to participate. Maybe you will have a 'Pirate King' under your command soon." ”

"Oh, that's such a good feeling!"

Black grinned, rubbed his chin again and whispered to the fox-man captain:

"Come on, secretly tell me how many of your competitors there are and where they live? I'll go out tonight and make sure you're 100% elected!"

"Captain, you are so bad, hahahaha."

Upon hearing this, the little foxman swung her big tail and smiled brightly, but she waved her hand and said like a big shot:

"It doesn't have to be like this. I'm also a pirate. If I need to use this method, I will hire someone to do it myself.

But I am already considered the most famous 'legendary' in the history of fox people, so I can't do such dirty things, lest I fall into the trap of others.

Oops, this short history also has the advantage of having a short history. Whatever you do can attract a group of tribesmen. "

Eudora nimbly jumped onto her beloved coyote mount, which had a saddle and bridle decorated with gems and luxurious crystals. She winked and said to Blake:

"In the past two years, I have brought every available fox man from the tribe close to me to the sea, but Wharton Trading Company's business expansion is too fast. I need my timid but smart tribesmen to help. What I use.

We fox people don't need to use knives to make selections. We all have a tradition of doing business, so we must judge who is more powerful based on the amount of wealth. "

"Then you will definitely win?"

Blake took out two bottles of wine from his luggage and threw one to the little foxman. The two pirates clinked glasses and drank on the desolate dock, celebrating their victory in the foxman civilization in advance.

After saying a few words to Eudora, the stinky pirate turned his attention to the snake man next to him.

He was quite dissatisfied and said to the leaders of the snake people:

"Warwick Seer, you are so uninteresting. When I was still traveling in Pandaria, you brought your devout serpent people back to Volton. You didn't even say hello to me, and you didn't even leave a single message. Send me a farewell letter.

It makes me feel as if I have done something sorry for you."

"But we have not really left Tol Barad, my pirate friend. The young snakemen of the Pious Tribe have now taken root in Tol Barad, and our people also regard it as our second home. home."

A damn terrifying smile appeared on the scaly face of the snake-man prophet Warwick. The old snake-man stepped forward and spat out the snake letter, and opened his arms to embrace Black.

He said in a hoarse voice:

"If I could, I would not be willing to run back and forth on the sea with my old bones, but the young people of the tribe can enjoy their lives and choose how to live in the future, but we, the defenders of the faith who have a mission, cannot be so indulgent.

There is also the call of the mysterious mistress in the wind of Wharton.

Although the Temple of the Devotees is dilapidated, it can still bring peace to our souls.

We must return to Wharton!

The cruel, faithless Emperor Kothek still rules over our people.

The devout snake people have found a better life, but we cannot forget that our compatriots are still suffering. We old snake people who have experienced suffering cannot enjoy the beauty of the distance with peace of mind.

You should already know this, right?

Blake, just a few days ago, Kotek brutally sacrificed the lives and souls of nearly a thousand slaves, opening the seal under the ruins of Atuaman.

They have not yet awakened the abomination beneath the seal, but they are already making preparations. "

The old snake man looked at the distant mountains in the north of the desert and said with worry:

"Our informants lurking in the Faithless Empire have returned disturbing news. It is said that the Faithless Emperor is aided by blood troll witch doctors from the jungles of Nazmir. They are in our sacred temple of Setaris. Dark rituals are held.

To be honest, my prayers every night these days have been plunged into a dark nightmare.

I dreamed that the resurrection of the mysterious mistress was disturbed by the servants of darkness, and that the ancient gods of our snake people were tortured, and that she had no rest in death.

Fortunately you are here. "

The old snake-man prophet grabbed Black's wrist and asked:

"I heard from Captain Eudora that you just saved a human country from the evil spirits of darkness. Please help us, Mr. Black.

If our gods and our mysterious mistress can be revived or put to rest, we will definitely find the most valuable treasure deep in this desert to worship you. "

"You are not talking about this. Who is the relationship between us? We fought against Zemlan together, and we fought against the black dragon and demons in Dalaran City together.

To this day, there are still many snake people making a living in my fleet. "

Blake patted the old snake man's greasy arm and said:

"Don't worry, I came to Wharton this time just to solve the darkness that is growing here and to solve all the problems.

However, the troubles faced by the snake people are only part of the troubles faced by the entire Zandalar Island. I must first understand the situation here before I can make a more rational plan, so my friend, please be patient. "

The pirate coughed and said:

"First of all, go to the Temple of Akunda with me to visit the most powerful creature in this desert. I believe that my old friend Akunda will not turn a blind eye to the crisis in this desert.

Oh, right. "

Blake looked back at the little fox-man Eudora who was playing with the bruised little fish-man, and asked:

"Why don't the local Ancestral Turtles come to greet me? Do they think that by hugging His Majesty Neptulon's lap, they can ignore my majesty?"

"Don't embarrass the turtle man, Captain."

Eudora complained:

"The turtle people's dock is at the other end of the Wharton Desert. If you ask them to cross the entire desert to meet you, it is basically equivalent to asking them to die.

But my ship also docked at the dock of the Archaeological Turtles.

Then we can go to the Ancestral Turtle together. I heard that in the past six months, those cunning turtle people who joined the Tide Order have made a lot of money by providing escort services to the troll fleet.

Captain, you can make a fortune!

Those turtle people will definitely not dare to offend you. You are the most popular person in front of the water elemental monarch. "

"Hmm, good idea!"

Blake gave a thumbs up and shook his head in approval, and said:

"I'll blackmail them another day. Come on, let's go to the Akunda Temple first."

After finishing speaking, the pirate turned back to the ghost sailors on the ghost ship docked behind him and shouted:

"Hey, you guys! Take the boat to the pier of the Ancestral Turtle, circle around the Wharton coastline to get to them, and collect information along the way.

Fenna, little star, stop fighting about that damn egg! Come, I will take you to meet my good friend Akunda. I guarantee that you have never seen such a big thunder lizard.

But you will definitely like it, but you must first give yourself the name you used when you met Akunda, "Big Idiot Akunda". This name can only belong to one of you!

I think you should have a fight first, and whoever wins is the big idiot Akunda. "

"Look! Heaven! Something is coming from the sky!"

Fenna, who was "wrestling" with the little star, had sharp eyes. She saw at a glance a huge black shadow flying towards the desert edge coast from the depths of Wharton Desert.

He stretched out his hand and shouted in that direction.

Everyone on the boat and on the shore was attracted. Everyone raised their heads and looked at that place, and soon saw a big burning purple bird flying over the vast flying sand.

Although the color of the flame on that guy's body is weird, it is very beautiful and magnificent, very much like the posture of Hisari Black Crow and the sky when it transforms into a flaming bird.

But the guy in front of me clearly has a graceful and luxurious feeling that neither Black Crow nor Sky has. He looks like a dark and profound lady, swaying gracefully on burning high heels.

The appearance of this strange thing made both snakes and foxes panic.

This was obviously not the first time they had seen it in the desert. Warwick, the snake-man prophet, grabbed Black's hand and warned:

"That's a dangerous thing!

It flew across the sea a few days ago and in the night. On the night it landed in the Vol'dun Desert, it burned the snakemen at the gravel dock to ashes and slaughtered the troll soldiers who blocked it from entering the Nazmir Jungle. .

It is said that the Loa of the Zandalari trolls are also powerless against it.

We can't communicate with it at all, we only know that it is very powerful and extremely arrogant. Watch out, Blake, it might be coming for us.

It may have something to do with the darkness beneath the Vodun Desert. "

"It was indeed born in the darkness, and it was indeed aimed at me."

The pirate shook his head and said to the panicked snake and fox man:

"But don't be afraid, it is one of our own, a powerful existence that I specially invited to help the mysterious mistress. You must respectfully call her 'ancient venerable' or 'master',

She does have a bad temper and is not an easy person to deal with. "

After speaking, Blake raised his head and shouted:

"Are you crazy enough? Come down!"

"Whoosh"

The huge bird that paraded arrogantly in the sky and shed purple flames on the desert ground saw Blake. She neighed with joy, folded her wings and flew down from the sky.

As the flames gathered, she transformed into a mysterious female elf with a thin waist, long legs, and long purple hair. Blake's cheeks twitched as he watched.

Well, she finally knew that she couldn't pretend to be Queen Azshara in Azeroth, as that would bring her trouble, so she cleverly changed her appearance.

But Xal'atath, please explain to me, what does it mean for you to appear in broad daylight with Maiev's face in front of you?

Is this a provocation?

Mavic was clenching her fists in the shadows behind me.

So you turned your troubles into mine?

You deserve a beating!