Shadow Trails in Azeroth

The goblins of Danger Bay suffered a terrible disaster.

Under the overcast clouds, a poisonous storm descended from the sky and swept across the largest inlet of the Grizzly Hills.

Without any preparation, it took only a few minutes for the docks and docks that the goblins had spent so much effort to build to be filled with poisoned corpses.

But at Black's request, Gaboa did not kill them all.

The newly born troll pirate god was "merciful" and let go of about a boatload of people. He did not take their lives, but poisoned their eyes and sent strong winds to send the ships out of the frozen sea.

This is enough for these surviving guys to return to the realm of pirates in the Endless Sea, and spread the powerful legends about the new pirate god and the massacre that took place in Risky Bay.

Fear and mystery are definitely the best spices for the legend of the sea.

The word of mouth of these guys is enough to praise the power of Gaboa, the new Loa. On the other hand, it can also once again declare the undead pirates' control over the frozen sea.

And by the way, it expresses Blake Shaw's determination to clean up any foreign scum.

"Cool, very fierce."

After the storm of shadows and poison, seeing Gaboa descending from the sky with a triumphant attitude and returning to the deck of the Reaper wrapped in the dim storm, Blake did not hesitate to give the great pirate's praise.

To be honest, the scene of the poisonous storm sweeping across the bay just now did have a bit of a "divine punishment" feeling.

Faced with the stinking pirate's compliment, Gaboa waved his hand modestly. He looked down at the shadows and poisonous light entwined in his hands, and sighed:

“Oh my, I finally got what I wanted and entered this realm. My spirit has been imprinted on a higher level space, so I no longer have to worry about the sudden arrival of death.

It was like being crucified on the dock of Zemland Harbor more than seven thousand years ago. It was a terrible feeling that could only be felt once in a lifetime.

I should thank you, my good friend. "

With rare sincerity, Gaboa said to Blake in front of him:

"Without your help, it would be really difficult for me to complete my ideal so smoothly. After all, it stands to reason that my fate has ended a long time ago.

Say it.

What can I, the new-born God, do for you? My dear asshole friend. "

Blake shrugged at Gaboa's rare sincere generosity, but did not immediately make his request.

Because there seems to be nothing he can do without Gaboa's help.

But as people say, a stingy guy offers to pay, and if you refuse such a thing, you will be punished by God.

"Wait a minute, let me take a look at you first. Stand still and don't move!"

Blake blinked and threw a scout at Gaboa. He wanted to see the difference between the power of a new Loa and Gaboa's previous power.

Soon, the character entry that Gaboa had just "updated" appeared completely in front of Blake:

Name: Disaster of the South Sea/Gaboa, the Pirate God of Trolls

Race: Descendant of the Serpent/Eternal Spirit

Occupation: Level 60 Pirate Elite/Level 60 War Druid Serpent Form Elite/Level 60 Witch Doctor Elite

Legendary occupation: Level 12 elemental lord [flesh form] leader/Level 12 pirate lord leader

Mythical profession: Level 1 Loa, medium divine power

Status: Body of Loa·Faith Link

Character description:

Although he is still as unremarkable as before, Gaboa has indeed completed an extraordinary act. From then on, in the mortal world and stories, those who have heard the story of Gaboa talk about him every time. Always lower your voice.

In every storm of the South Sea, the pirates would see Gaboah and his ships sailing across the sky.

He has become a symbol of the natural dimension.

Whether you like it or not, you have to accept his existence.

"Well, although I don't like it, to be honest, seeing you looking so proud now, I'm really a little jealous."

Black held his pipe in his mouth and looked at Gaboa who looked proud beside him. He blew out a smoke ring and curled his lips and said:

"As long as I lower my requirements a little bit, I might be the first mortal pirate to get the title of 'Pirate God', but I don't have the habit of competing with my useless friends for glory.

I still have many precious and great things to pursue, but becoming the Pirate God is the greatest achievement in your life.

I can't bear to take this honor away from you again. "

"Hey, you talk really venomously, did you know that?"

After listening to the stinky pirate's complaints, Gaboa immediately touched his fangs in displeasure. He held the hot wind scimitar at his waist and said angrily to Black:

"And do you realize that you are talking to a god now! You should pay more attention to the decency you should have! Of course, I know that you are a bastard who doesn't care about etiquette, so I don't expect much from you. How respectful.

But at least when talking, you should use honorifics, right? "

“My noble pirate god, please forgive my rudeness.

But those of us in Kul Tiran who grew up watching the navy hang pirates are like this. Rudeness has always been our virtue, especially when the person we are talking to is a pirate. "

Faced with Gaboa's humble request, Black rolled his eyes and decisively refused. He snorted and said something weird, then turned to look at the frozen sea under the side of the Reaper, and spoke to Gaboa on business:

“I know you want to thank me sincerely, but the thing is I don’t really need you to do much for me right now.

The things you can do easily I can have someone else do it for you.

As for those things that others cannot do for you, those things that require a Loa god to pay a huge price to do, I will not throw you away as cannon fodder.

You know that you owe me a big favor, so just be ready to repay the favor at any time. If something happens, I will call you as soon as possible, and you must appear in front of me as soon as possible!

You must be quite aware of my rules for doing things. "

Blake shrugged and looked at the troll pirate god beside him. The latter's expression was not good-looking, and he complained softly:

"You can't just ask me to do something for you. For example, let me run errands for you, do the shopping, etc., so that I can easily return the favor to you, okay?

You also know that for this promotion, I spent almost all my valuable things, and now I am a complete pauper. "

"Then you don't deserve to call yourself the Pirate God."

Black snorted, glanced at Gaboa, and said with contempt:

“There’s really no need for such stinky pirates to exist anymore.

Seriously, do you still want to be a pirate god in a situation like yours? As long as word of your current situation spreads, your pathetic one or two thousand believers will immediately leave you.

I feel more and more now that I am lucky enough to witness the recorded birth of the shortest-lived Loa god in the world.

Do you really not need me to add fuel to the flames? Lord Gaboa, as long as you nod, loyal Black will handle this matter for you right away, without any psychological burden at all."

"That's enough! Stop being sarcastic, you bastard."

Gaboa was a little angry, but in the end the troll shrugged helplessly and accepted the reality of being treated badly. There was no way, who asked him to set up Black and owe a terrible favor?

"Are you sure that the decisive battle between your undead pirates and the Alliance Navy does not require my intervention?"

Gaboa's eyes shone with a divine cold light, and he asked in a sinister tone:

"I can attack them from behind. As long as you give the order, I will definitely make them come back!"

"Do you still need to deal with them?"

Blake blew out a smoke ring, looked up and down at the confident Gaboa with strange eyes, and asked in a strange tone:

"Can you raise a great storm to destroy the fleets of Lordaeron and Quel'Thalas?"

"Well, it's a bit confusing."

Gaboya rubbed his fangs and said:

"But I can send them wandering, leaving them helpless in the frozen sea, and if necessary, drown them with shadows and poisonous storms!"

"how long it takes?"

Black asked again, and Gaboa grinned and said:

"Five days! I only need to prepare for five days!"

"And you still need my people as bait to lead them into a trap? My people can lure them into it, so why lead them into your terrible trap?"

The stinky pirate shook his head and said:

"This won't work. The price-performance ratio is too low. Let me ask you again, can you protect my marines from breaking into the territory of Quel'Thalas and plundering them despite the elves' magical barriers?"

"Well, this is a little difficult."

Gaboa gritted his teeth and said:

"But I can pick them up outside the elven barrier! And give them intelligence support."

"If in such an operation, the Uncrowned One needs you, a foreign pirate god, to take charge of even the intelligence work, then I will really despair of the business capabilities of my subordinates."

Blake pouted and said:

"You can't win with head-on fights, and you can't do stealth attacks. So you'd better have a good rest. Don't bother the pirate god to take action on such a small matter."

"You"

The despised Gaboa broke through his defense almost instantly.

The old troll grabbed Blake by the collar and shouted at him:

"Which Loa can do the things you mentioned on your own? Who am I to be a Loa who can really do these things alone? Bah, I think you are just deliberately looking for trouble!

You bastard are just trying to make things difficult for me! "

"I don't."

Black denied it:

"How can a busy big man like me have the mood and energy to joke with you, an unknown old troll? I'm just telling the truth. I'm not letting you repay your debt of gratitude.

The main thing is that you are really bad. "

"Dry!"

Gaboa gave Blake a vicious middle finger. He turned away and sulked alone. After a few minutes, he looked back at Blake and said helplessly:

"You should let me do something, otherwise I will feel very uneasy.

You see, I have finally accomplished great things in life, and I was just trying to do something to show off my strength. But you were so scornful and sarcastic, which made me feel bad and have no sense of accomplishment at all.

You bastard who only makes fun of other people's ideals!

If I couldn't beat you, I would definitely teach you a lesson! "

"Well"

Gaboa's complaint made the pirate blink his eyes. He took off his pipe and rubbed his face, showing a serious expression and said:

"I really didn't expect that you could actually elevate this matter to a level that it doesn't belong to. Okay, since the word 'ideal' has been used, it would be a bit too much if I don't let you do something for me. I look down upon your ideals.

My dear, Mr. Gaboa, the ideal villain, please help me, I am on my way to meet Marshal Lothar, but I don’t have a suitable means of transport.”

Having said this, Blake stretched out his hand and flew around. The howling sky grabbed it, forced it into his pocket, coughed a few more times, and said to the newly born troll pirate god next to him:

"Can I ask you to do me this favor? Use your superb sailing skills and your extremely powerful voodoo battleship to transport me, a poor guy, from here to the Lich King?"

"Of course, I'd be happy to do that."

Gaboa rubbed his hands, and the newly born pirate god smiled proudly. He spread his hands outwards and stimulated his divine power when closing them. Like a naughty child who got a new toy, he summoned a more obedient one than before. The wind element pushed the Death to change its course in the air, speeding towards Lothar's current location.

He could do this kind of thing before, but the power to control the storm came from Al'Akir, the Wind Rider.

But it’s different now!

Now he achieved this by combining the two powers of "Storm" and "Sailing" in the Pirate God's priesthood. Even if the Wind Rider removes all the elemental blessings from Gaboa, he will no longer be able to affect the trolls. Pirates mastered the wind and ocean.

This kind of power is completely yours and has no side effects.

This is Gaboa’s true ideal state.

However, it didn’t take long for the old troll to be excited. When he looked back one time and saw Black and Nathanos Maris standing on the side of the ship chatting, Gaboa suddenly came back to his senses and realized his current situation. .

"Ah! Damn it!"

Then, the screams and roars of the old giant devil howled like a wolf echoed in the clouds of the frozen sea. The voice was full of dissatisfaction after being played with and anger of being ignored.

"My ideal is not to be your driver, bastard! I worked so hard to find the power to become a god, not just to please such a humble fellow like you, a black-hearted bastard!

It's too much to ask a noble loa to sail a boat for you!

Based on the humiliation I suffered, I can conclude that I have repaid your favor!

Did you hear that?

Blake!

I will deliver you to your destination.

But I've already returned the favor! "

——

"Hey, what a bastard who can't take a joke."

At the edge of the border between Zul'Drak and Crystalsong Forest, watching the Death God above his head disappear into the clouds, the stinky pirate made a very disgraceful pirate gesture toward the sky with contempt, and then turned back to Nassar next to him. North and Sylvanas complained:

"The majestic ranger general from the human kingdom and the ranger lord from the elf kingdom are all working as my followers. What's wrong with letting him, a little Loa, sail the ship for me?

Are you still wronging him? "

"Well, even if I am an elf and the Loa you played with is a damn troll, I still feel that this matter is not his fault."

Sylvanas stretched out her hand and pulled her hood, and whispered:

"My mother taught me since I was a child that you don't have to respect your enemy, but you must respect your strength. Regardless of your personal friendship with him or his status, he deserves to be treated better."

"You still have the nerve to say that you are an elf? Listen to what you have to say."

Blake complained:

"I treated a troll god very excessively. Shouldn't you elves applaud and let me go further? Based on the hatred between you and the trolls, you have enough reasons to do so.

Gee, I'm beginning to wonder if you have had too much contact with the troll snow leopard god, which has caused you to have problems with your own identity and racial identity. Maybe it won't be long before my poor brother will have a 'troll wife' 'Yes. "

"Shut up!"

Maris and Shiva scolded each other at the same time, but the pirate didn't care at all.

He sneered and looked at Lord Lothar, the Lich King, who was posing on the edge of the hill above the undead army's line. He stretched out his hand to straighten his clothes, strode forward, and said to Lothar, who had his back turned to him:

"Good news, Your Majesty!"

"Remember last time you said you wanted an admiral of your own?"

"Hey, I found it for you!

Although not as powerful as Dai Lin, I think with the Scourge Navy in such a bad state that it doesn’t even have a few experienced sailors, you can’t expect more, right? "