Shadow Trails in Azeroth

After seeing the golden king of the trolls agreeing to his conditions so straightforwardly, Black immediately realized something was very bad.

Damn it!

I want less!

Looking at King Rastakhan's calm expression with a hint of joy in front of him, it was obvious that Black's request did not meet the psychological price he had set when he came here on this trip.

And the increasingly friendly and appreciative look in his eyes made Black certain that the King of Gold had made a fortune in this transaction.

I became a fool who turned a business worth 100 yuan into 20 yuan.

Of course, it is not ruled out that King Rastakhan is very likely to be a very well-organized commander. He has realized that it is very cost-effective to exchange a sum of money that is almost moldy in the vault for the friendship of the great pirate Black Shaw. thing.

Anyway, now the Zandalari Trolls have completed their sworn mission. After the threat of G'huun is eliminated, the lightly armed Golden Dynasty can integrate into the South China Sea trade very smoothly by virtue of Zandalari Island's special "location advantage".

As long as the trolls' golden fleet maintains its current power, as long as the South China Sea trade route remains open, and as long as this route remains profitable, these trolls who occupy a favorable location will not have any financial pressure at all.

Isn't it just money?

Take it, take it!

After realizing this, the stinky pirate immediately regretted and beat his chest.

Although he had made a huge fortune from the Golden Dynasty this time, which could be called a windfall, Black, who was full of oil, was still heartbroken as he watched King Rastakhan leave in the Royal Loa.

Damn it.

Could have made more.

Alas, my own layout is still too small.

But the matter had come to this, and there was no point in regretting it. It was a one-and-done deal, and he couldn't catch up and ask the King of Gold for another sum of money.

Even for shameless pirates, this behavior is too rude.

With a bad feeling that they had made money but were still disappointed, Black and his accomplices were teleported back to the deck of the Nagfar. They were going to Vol'ton to end the final dispute on Zandalar Island.

Old Gani did not come with him.

The trash god has chosen a wonderful lair for himself in the nascent jungles of Nazmir.

It also asked Black for a few days' leave, and summoned several of its big scavengers to Zandalar Island, saying that it wanted to seize the time to decorate its "new home" and create a god's garbage dump to entertain itself. .

Hey, there are so many idiots picking up trash!

With this complaint, the pirate wandered around the Nagfar for several times, and even went to the cabin to see the body of the great parasaurus.

Onyxia's body slept in the darkness, but there was still no trace of Sephiel's return.

This somewhat worried Blake.

It's been several days, but no news has been sent back. Did Sephiel encounter any trouble in the past timeline? But logically speaking, if there is really trouble, the bronze dragon's unique ability should be able to send a warning to himself.

The only explanation for the current calm situation is that Sephiel needs to hide to prevent her rash return to Black from causing unexpected trouble to the smelly pirates.

Such as luring that damn bronze dragon stowaway Toki over.

Reminiscent of Sephiel's character of not wanting to cause trouble to others, the pirate decided to stand still and wait for the next step of contact from the first auxiliary dragon after repeated reflections.

He suppressed his worries and went to the lower cabin.

The Titan equipment that was moved out of Odile are stored here. These gadgets are now the most valuable cargo on this ghost ship.

Mechagon's mechanical gnomes specially dispatched a team of engineers to guard these databases containing sacred knowledge day and night, and at the same time tried to "steal" some of the knowledge inside without destroying the Titan database.

Prince Erazmin was personally responsible for this job.

And Black's return brought great news to these mechanical gnomes who were scratching their heads because they were unable to break into the Titan database.

After getting the permission of the Holy Mother of Purity, they no longer have to sneak around to try to crack the permissions of the Titan database.

As soon as the news was announced, the mechanical gnomes in the cabin immediately cheered.

They no longer have to be secretive hackers, they can now openly request access, and for mechagnomes who value knowledge above all else, there's nothing better than this.

"I said, the progress of that ship"

Seeing a group of mechanical gnomes shouting excitedly, Blake snorted, puffed out a smoke ring from his pipe, and looked at Prince Erazmin beside him.

He just started, and His Royal Highness knew what Black was going to ask.

The mechanical gnome patted his chest and promised:

"Your spaceship is already undergoing its final navigation tests, and I swear on the honor of Mechagon, my captain, that your ship will not be late again when you need it.

You don’t need to rely on Gaboa’s pathetic wooden spaceship to fly around next time, you’ll have your own flying fortress! "

"Very good, this answer makes me very satisfied."

Blake nodded and said:

"I knew it was right to leave this job to you. Although it is much later than I expected, I still look forward to its arrival. As the old saying goes, it is better to wait for a good meal.

Go now.

Copy all the Titan knowledge from the Pantheon and make a backup in Mechagon.

I'll go see it when I have time. "

After finishing the instructions, the stinky pirate hid in his captain's cabin and slept.

Of course, this is what he said in name.

The real situation is that he locked himself in the captain's cabin and did not allow anyone to disturb him. He did not light a lamp and just sat in the dark captain's cabin alone on the captain's chair with a piece of paper writing and drawing.

It seems like he is planning something.

Judging from the way he frowned at times and looked expectant and anxious at other times, you could tell that Blake was definitely thinking about something very important.

Maybe it's a huge conspiracy to destroy the world or something like that.

Such dangerous and worrying thoughts continued until the evening of that day, and came to an end when the Naqfar surfaced on the gravel dock on the northwest coast of the Wharton Desert.

This dock was originally controlled by the unfaithful snake people. It is the most important "port" of the snake people empire. In the past period, ships from several goblin plutocrats often docked here.

Those goblin merchants who are greedy for money are the only forces in the entire South China Sea willing to trade with the Snake Man Empire. They transport various materials to the Snake Man and then purchase a large number of slaves and gems that the Snake Man are good at making from the Snake Man slave owners. accessories.

For a time, when the trade between goblins and snakemen was close, the snakemen even allowed the goblins to mine crude oil in their territory.

The cooperation between the two parties is a typical example of a nest of snakes and rats.

However, two months ago, the goblins' sneaky tricks in a large-scale arms trade completely angered the Faithless Emperor Kotech.

The conscienceless goblins found a batch of third-hand artillery and firewood boats from the orc war period and renovated them. They also made a batch of added gutter oil and passed it off as military oil and sold it to the snake people at a high price.

This isn't the first time the goblins have done this.

But unexpectedly, this trade was tipped off by the evil-minded Ancestral Turtle merchant. After Emperor Kotek discovered that he had been the scapegoat of the goblins, the vicious snake-man emperor became furious.

It captured all the goblins in the Snake Empire at once, exposed seven caravan leaders to death in the sun, and demoted all the remaining goblins into slaves.

At this point, the cooperation between the snakes and the goblins collapsed.

Several goblin plutocrats in the South China Sea jointly listed the unfaithful Snakemen as "undesirables" and imposed a "trade embargo" on the Snakeman Empire, which directly caused this gravel dock to change from a prosperous place to a deserted state. .

When Blake set foot on the gravel docks, it had been taken over by foxes and pious serpents.

Queen Eudora, wearing a strange furry coyote crown, and Snake Prophet Warwick are here to welcome Black. Looking from the dock to the hinterland of the Snake Empire, you can also see the snake canyon over there at night. The smoke of burning gunpowder is rising.

That was when the Troll Guards took advantage of the darkness to sneak attack on the town of the Faithless Snakemen. With the blessing of the divine power of God Loa, those elite Troll warriors' combat power was simply unparalleled on Zandalari Island.

"Our vanguard is attacking the Temple of Setaris, Captain."

Eudora, riding on her "Royal Coyote", reported to Blake with excitement:

"Ms. Xalatath's Mantid Guards are responsible for the vanguard. Those bugmen are so powerful, and the snakemen under Kothek are no match for them.

We have prepared the caravan for you. You follow us to the temple. When we get there, the battle is basically over. "

"Well, I have no doubt about the result."

Blake shrugged his shoulders and said a little unmotivated:

"If the mantid heroes under Xal'atath fail to capture a poor serpent-man temple for their dark lord, the mean ancient lord will probably bring annihilation to them.

But before I go to the temple, I have something to talk to you two about.

Come with me and we'll talk in the car. "

The pirate pointed at the desert caravan that the foxes had specially prepared for him.

Probably in order to highlight the evil and outstanding nature of the captain, the local fox people made many strange decorations for this car.

For example, the four skull lamps hanging on the front and rear of the car, the four alpacas pulling the car are all colored black, and they are also wearing fierce ghost masks, and the undead pirates placed on the roof of the car. evil flag.

Well, this special treatment pleased Blake very much.

There is nothing wrong with this car except that it is too high-end and can easily be planted with bombs on the road or have psychotic gunmen ready to deliver "fun" at any time.

But speaking of it, the foxes didn't prepare a cool convertible for him, which already made the pirates very grateful to them for sparing his life.

As the four masked alpacas set off with their bleating calls, Blake blew out a smoke ring in the swaying caravan and looked at the desert night scene outside the window. He said to Eudora and Warwick in front of him:

"I met with King Rastakhan in Nazmir, and he told me that after G'huun's shadow dissipated, the Zandalar trolls would truly rule the island.

The foxmen and snakemen will become part of the troll empire. The Golden King promises to give your people the same national status as the Zandalari trolls, and will give you two the power to enter the court council.

He paid me a lot of money

Damn it!

I could have asked for more. "

When talking about this incident, the pirate became very sad.

He held his chin in a melancholy manner, tilting his face upward at a 45-degree angle, and said to his two subordinates:

"Anyway, he asked me to withdraw the undead pirate forces from Zandalar, and I agreed. So the question now is, should you follow me, or stay in your hometown.

I have tried my best to help you get the best treatment, and there is a lot to be done if you stay here.

According to my estimation, in the next few years, the Zandalari trolls may continue to spread their influence to all parts of the world, and they are ambitious to rebuild the troll empire.

If you choose to stay, you can gain enough fame and wealth from the rise of the Zandalari Dynasty.

You are all excellent commanders and commanders under my command. I also know that it is difficult to leave your homeland. Moreover, the fox people and snake people are the native civilization of Zandalar Island. It is unrealistic for you all to leave with me, so I The choice is yours. "

"No need to say it, Captain!"

Eudora shrugged.

With a look of regret on her face, she took off the queen's hat from her head and looked at it carefully before her eyes. She said:

"What a pity. I quite like this hat, but rather than being called the Queen of Foxmen, I prefer to rob and do business around the world."

The little fox man blinked and said:

"After all, there would be no me without you, Captain. I will definitely follow you to the ends of the earth. Maybe because I am a born pirate?"

"It's so funny. You have been a pirate for more than two years and have killed no more than ten people with your own hands. How can you still have the nerve to say that you are a born pirate? Do you know that many people outside are talking about you, a cunning little fox? The human captain is the "favorite" of the Undead Fleet.

The navy of Kul Tiras will deliberately miss you every time they place a bounty on you. "

Blake laughed and patted the table and said:

"You are the worst pirate captain ever, my dear Eudora.

But I also have to admit that you are the best pirate merchant. Well, I finally don’t have to tell my mother that I have tidied up the room in her official residence reserved for you. "

After saying that, the pirate looked at the snake prophet again.

Warwick hissed and spat out the snake message. He held his luxurious gem scepter and stared at Blake with his daunting snake eyes. It did not answer immediately, but after a few seconds of silence, it said:

"I can't answer you now, Captain, not because I'm interested in recruiting Zandalar trolls, but because I'm a devout man.

I gave everything to the Mysterious Mistress.

I have to see the last vestiges of my god before I can make the decision to stay or leave. But I think it doesn't matter whether the Devout Snake Man stays in Wo'dun or not.

For we have a new home in Tol Barad, and my people will always follow your cause, Captain. "

This answer was watertight, and Blake was quite satisfied.

After half an hour of progress, Black's "captain-only" desert caravan finally arrived at the Temple of Setaris, which had just been captured by the mantids.

But as soon as everyone entered the temple, they received news like a bolt from the blue.

"Prophet! The relics left by our gods are tainted!"

A wounded devout snake warrior rushed to Warwick in a horrified tone and screamed at the wide-eyed snake prophet:

"The arrogant infidels united with the dirty blood trolls to pollute that egg! We can even hear the cry of the mysterious mistress, damn it! They all deserve to die!"

"What did you say?"

Snake prophet Warwick's expression changed drastically.

It pushed away the warrior in front of it, regardless of its old body, and rushed as fast as possible to the depths of the temple, which was guarded by mantids and devout snake-men.

Blake, who was following behind, had a calm expression, as if he had anticipated all this.

In the deepest part of this temple that the snake people hollowed out a mountain, in the center of a huge ancient snake nest, on an altar carved from white bones, Blake saw the legendary snake egg.

The snake prophet was looking at the shiny black snake eggs and weeping bitterly. They hurriedly rushed but were still a step late.

Just looking at the weird and evil blood-red light bred inside the snake egg, one can tell that the remnants left by this mysterious mistress have been completely contaminated, and the snake people have lost their most precious inheritance today.

This desperate and sad scene made the smelly pirate grin a strange smile.

Oops, what a shame.