Shadow Trails in Azeroth

The foxman bonfire party held outside the Akunda Temple that night was very lively.

All the fox tribes in the entire Wharton Desert sent envoys to participate. According to Eudora, it was because the fox people felt that it was not a problem for their civilization to be so scattered. In addition, Eudora brought many foxes with her. Compatriots went to the sea to do business as pirates, allowing the usually closed fox society to connect with the outside world.

After realizing that most civilizations have their own leaders, the fox tribe thought that they should also have a nominal leader.

This led to the tribal election of the "King of the Foxmen" in this campfire meeting.

Of course, the King of Foxmen sounds majestic, but in fact, in the eyes of outsiders such as Blake, Fenner, and Little Star who have seen the world, he is just a grassroots team.

There are only a small number of fox people, and they only thrive in the Wharton Desert.

Moreover, the fox people have a tradition of "dividing families". Once the number of tribes exceeds 200, they will be divided into smaller tribes. This makes it easier for the tribe leader to manage and can also reduce the material pressure of a tribe living in the desert.

Because of this tradition, the total number of fox people's nearly a thousand tribes, or "caravans", is less than 200,000. It is really an extremely small "pocket" civilization.

They have lived a nomadic life in history. Although the tribes are closely connected and can survive in groups in the Wharton Desert, for such a small civilization, it is difficult for such a small civilization to select a leader with great fanfare and then create a hierarchical system. It is not necessary that the political system of China is real.

Therefore, at tonight's bonfire meeting, the fox people chose the simplest and most convenient "King Selection Ceremony".

They vote!

Each small tribe has one "electoral vote", and tribes with more than 100 people have two votes. Each tribe chooses a representative, most of whom come in person from the tribe leader.

Although this bonfire party was just a grass-roots party, it was already considered the largest meeting ever held in the history of the Wharton Foxmen.

Nearly a thousand tribal representatives gathered together in a noisy manner. Some were chatting, some were trading goods, and some were looking forward to the lively dinner that would start after the boring king selection meeting.

It is said that the legendary fox leader Eudora, who has become famous in the past two years, has prepared sumptuous food and expensive gifts for all the representatives this time, which makes the chiefs of some small tribes look forward to it very much.

As the big bonfire was lit, the flames shot into the sky. Under the watch and witness of Akunda, the big lizard who was specially invited here, the noisy representatives of the fox tribe stepped forward one after another and threw away the tickets in their hands. In a large barrel used by fox people to collect supplies.

These little foxes are laughing and joking, and it feels like playing a game.

They lined up around the big bonfire, their elongated shadows forming a single line on the ground. Some of the fox-men were eating meat while throwing out their votes.

Watching this scene, Fenner held her stomach and laughed, and Little Xingxing also smiled happily. This was really the simplest and funniest "King Election" they had ever seen.

Behind Little Xingxing, her secretary, Miss Milly, wrote hard and used her superb literary skills to help His Highness Little Xingxing record this exotic scene.

She wrote in her notebook:

"This is the second night that I followed Little Star Highness to travel to the Great Desert of Wharton. I had the honor to witness the lovely local fox people holding their first leader election in their history.

This is all due to the high reputation of Her Highness Little Star in various regions of the world, so that she was respectfully invited by the enthusiastic fox people as a guest of the ceremony. This allowed a lucky ordinary person like me to witness a historic scene of civilization. .

The election ceremony was very simple but revealed a very fair sense of ceremony, and Lord Akunda, the Loa spirit who was one of the witnesses, also expressed great interest in this ceremony.

The scene of this night is definitely an unforgettable adventure for me, but for the well-informed little star, this is just a footnote in her wonderful journey.

Even before the ceremony began, the wise Highness had used her superb wisdom to guess the outcome of the fox people's choice of king, and the final facts proved that Her Highness was far-sighted.

There is no doubt that Ms. Eudora, who was favored by His Highness, effortlessly won four-fifths of the more than 1,500 votes cast!

She was surrounded by enthusiastic fox people and was crowned the 'Vox Queen' in the witness and blessings of the demigods and His Highness Little Star. She was the first king in the history of the fox people!

The scene of her coronation sent excitement through my body.

I couldn't even help but cheer for her along with the foxes.

It is said that after the coronation ceremony, the brave and wise Queen Eudora will lead her loyal fox people to join the local snake people in the just war against the fallen unbelievers.

I have been honored to be appointed by Her Highness Little Star as her observer for this snake-man war. As the foxes go to the battlefield together, I will be with my brave companion, my pursuer, Max, the noble knight born in North County. Together, Your Excellency Milan becomes the eyes of His Highness Little Star, recording and witnessing the decisive battle between darkness and light in the Wharton Desert for her.

The great little star always focuses on more important matters. The wise and peace-loving highness has no interest in mortal wars.

She is about to prepare to participate in a righteous hunt for the fallen demigod.

In addition to His Highness's favorite human servant Black Shaw, she was accompanied by the great leader of the Kaldorei elves, the legendary Chosen of the Moon God, and the righteous and noble Warden Warden Maiev Shadow. Lady of Song!

To be honest, when I saw the legendary Ms. Maiev in person, I couldn't help but be shocked by the wide range of friends His Highness Little Star had, but then I felt deeply ashamed of my ignorance.

For a perfect and great traveler like His Highness Little Star, isn't it normal to have several noble friends?

Ah, Your Highness Little Star is indeed the idol common to all people who love adventure.

If you are interested in the exciting process of His Highness Little Star's righteous hunting in the dangerous and dark jungles of Nazmir, I suggest you buy His Highness's upcoming new autobiography "Dawn of the Savior: Blue Dragons, Moons and the Lost City of Uldir" 》. "

"vomit"

Miss Milly enthusiastically finished writing tonight's record. As a result, Blake, who was hiding in the shadows behind her, retched exaggeratedly. The stinky pirate returned to Little Star with a shocked expression.

He gave a thumbs up to Princess Blue Dragon who was watching the excitement and said:

"You are really good at choosing followers. Your secretary praised you to the sky in her travel diary. Those disgusting compliments made me, a pirate who is good at bragging, feel exaggerated. What kind of charm did you use on her? Magic?

Hey, there are regulations in each magic sect, and it is illegal to use 'retarded magic' on ordinary people like Milly!

And seriously, are you going to include all these rainbow farts in your already watery autobiography? "

"How could that be? Millie and Maximilian just admire me and follow me voluntarily. Any charm techniques are nonsense!"

Little Xingxing grabbed a handful of sizzling camel meat skewers grilled by the troll chef and ate them deliciously, without any trace of the elegance and nobility praised by her followers. She waved her hand and said:

“And I have decided to open a travel series specifically for my followers in addition to my autobiographical series, as a supplement to my autobiographical stories.

Millie was responsible for recording people's customs and customs in various places, while Maximilian was responsible for writing chivalric novels, which he was very good at.

There are always many people who question my adventures, and now I am going to answer those shameful doubts from a third-party perspective with the story of Miss Milly following my adventures!

I also need to find more people who can write stories to help me improve my adventure story system. Otherwise, I will be exhausted from writing it all by myself. There are so many materials that I can’t finish it even if my handwriting is broken.

And what do you say about my autobiography? "

The blue dragon glared at Blake with wide eyes, and she puffed her beard and said:

"Those autobiographical stories are all based on your adventures! If you call me stupid, aren't you saying that your experiences are all fabricated?

Um? My dear pirate Black, do you think you are a parallel import? "

"Well, the angle of your rebuttal is very strange. I have nothing to say."

The stinky pirate rubbed his face and stopped talking. He glanced at the little foxes around the big bonfire who had begun to revel under the leadership of Queen Eudora. He shrugged and looked at Little Star and idiot Fenner who were eating and drinking next to them. He snapped his fingers and said:

"Let's go, we've seen enough excitement, it's time for us to set off. Maiev is still waiting for us in the desert. Hurry to Nazmir and finish Sirik's matter before dawn."

"Ha! My Wind Chaser Sword is thirsty!"

As soon as she heard that there was a fight, Fenna immediately cheered. She wiped off a large skewer of meat in her hand, took out a handkerchief to wipe her beautiful face, picked up her weapon bag, and was excited to fight with her stinky brother. Go on an adventure.

But little Xingxing is still as timid as ever.

Even though she was already very powerful, she still grabbed the fragrant barbecue and asked cautiously:

"That Sirik, I heard that it was infected by G'huun? Will it suddenly become very powerful? It seems very risky to fight with it in its territory. Will I be injured?

How about you go first and I'll prepare the preparations and come back later? "

"In your dreams!"

Without Blake saying anything, the violent Fenner grabbed Little Star by her collar, lifted her up, banged her head and shouted:

"You have devoured so many resources from my stinky brother, but in the end all your efforts were in vain? Why are you so cowardly even though you are already a demigod? You are the first mate of the Nagfar, you bastard!

Give me some strength.

No matter what you say this time, don’t even think about running away, let’s go! Even if I drag you along, you have to fight the whole process for me. "

"Cool, that's how it should be!"

Black gave a thumbs up to his violent sister, and the two of them soon dragged the squeaking idiot blue dragon on the road to the jungle of Nazmir.

After realizing that she couldn't resist, Little Xingxing also gave up her resistance.

She dutifully transformed into the Thunder Dragon, carrying the stinky pirates and stinky warriors, and picked up Maiev, who didn't like the excitement. It only took less than half an hour for the group to fly into the dark jungle. .

As soon as they entered the jungle, they immediately felt a vague gaze. Obviously, the Night Lord Sirik, who was infected by G'huun, is "waiting" here for every prey that steps into the trap.

Speaking of Sirik.

The last time Black came to Zandalar to find his old gang, Xander, in the Hades Palace, he had received help from the bat demigod, although at that time the other party was just looking for fun and causing trouble for old Bwonsamdi.

But it did help.

Now they have to hunt it, which makes the pirates feel that their fate is unpredictable.

"Go down, I want to find some friends to go with."

The pirate patted Little Star's ferocious dragon horns with thunder and lightning, and said to her:

"In this land that belongs to Loa, we still have to ask Loa for help. Fortunately, I have many friends in this place, and everyone knows that you are the mighty Thunder Dragon. Please give me some help before entering enemy territory. , can you put away these bright and dazzling lightnings on your body?

What are you doing?

Are you using these little lightning bolts to embolden yourself? Little girl? "

"Hey, it just makes me look like I'm not easy to mess with and makes me feel more secure."

Little Xingxing curled her lips, put away the lightning lingering on her body, and carried everyone down into the dark jungle.

Before falling, they spit out a few clouds of thunderous dragon breath, roasting the blood trolls who were sneaking around in the woods with bone spears and preparing to attack them into stinky meat skewers.

These G'huun minions are truly crazy!

They actually dare to attack a giant dragon. It seems that cultists all over the world are really famous for their brainlessness.

"Go, give everyone a job, turn into a bird or something, and collect some garbage from their corpses."

Blake threw the little fish man out of his arms, and the latter croaked and complained to Blake. Then he waved his arms triumphantly under the shocked gazes of Fenna and Little Star, and turned into an ugly crow and flew out. .

Fortunately this time, this little idiot learned a lot and didn't do anything fish-headed and crow-like.

"How can it turn into magic?"

Little Star said to Blake in surprise:

"Have all your murlocs changed their profession to druids? I remember that they were not murloc hunters before?"

"It is still a fish-man hunter."

Blake rubbed his eyes and glanced at the little murloc. The latter's entry for the level 60 tidal murloc hunter, which had not changed for a long time, gave the pirate a headache.

He said:

"That guy's starting point is too low. Its fish-man bloodline severely limits its growth in strength. It can only be considered stronger after drinking Sephiel and your dragon blood, but it's too difficult to take another step forward. .

It learned natural magic from the Cenarion druid M'g'am'gah, which gave it a little more power to protect itself.

Alas, I also planned to cultivate a legendary fishman, but now it seems that it is all in vain. "

"That's enough!"

Fenna was unhappy as she held the Wind Chaser's Blessing Sword in her hand, which was as tall as her body and looked like a sharp tuning fork, entwined with thunder and storm. She complained:

"I haven't seen any murloc as strong as Benbolba. If you really create a legendary murloc, the faces of legendary professionals in the entire world will be dimmed.

It was like a slap in the face to everyone.

The big bad guy Black Shaw's fish-man pets can become legendary, and those of you who can't rely on yourself to reach legend can basically commit suicide in shame and anger."

"Oh, stop scolding, stop scolding, people are going to be stupid."

As soon as Fenner finished speaking, Little Xingxing covered her face and whispered with shame:

"Haven't I already started working hard? I'm very tired, asshole."

"I didn't mean that, I wasn't okay, I just despised you."

Fenna didn't expect that she would "accidentally injure a friendly force" with her casual words. She wanted to apologize, but the stupid soldier rolled his eyes and the little Xingxing said confidently:

"Please stand up, you are the Blue Dragon Princess."

Blake ignored the interaction between the two living treasures. After the little fish man picked up the garbage and set up the shrine, the pirate rubbed his hands and began to summon skillfully again.

A few seconds later, in the rising smoke, Old Garni, wearing a red turban, tattered boots, and a tattered devil's eyeball hanging next to him, appeared in the dark jungle furtively.

It looked left and right, and its eyes suddenly lit up when it saw Blake.

The trash god turned into smoke and appeared next to the pirate. It raised its long neck and screamed:

"Why did you come here?

Things are going crazy here. Ever since Sirik was infected and went crazy, all the loa in this forest have disappeared. My believers and followers are so scared that they don't dare to enter Nazmir to help me. Collect garbage tribute.

Hurry up!

Use your invincible dark wisdom to change this jungle and this island back to its original appearance. This time I hire you, Blake.

For the sake of my hometown, I also bleed once. You see, this is the precious garbage I just collected, and I decided to put it away."

"No, no, no, don't take it out! I'm not lucky enough to accept this 'good thing'. You can keep it for yourself and enjoy it."

The stinky pirate blinked and hissed:

"You, a god of trash, don't follow other people's methods of hiring. You can't afford to hire me, but luckily, you don't need to spend money either.

You lucky bastard.

I would like to do something nice for my friends ‘for free’.

Let's go.

Take us to Sirik's lair and let us put the poor creature to rest. "