Shadow Trails in Azeroth

Chapter 154 62. Do you occasionally pick up trash and eat it? That stuff tastes good - more updates for all my brothers【35】

"If you want us to follow you, you have to do something for us first."

After half an hour of thinking, the old snake man seemed to have finally made up his mind. He raised his head and used his snake-like head to look at Black, who had the chance to win.

It spat out a letter and said:

"The reasons you mentioned may be able to persuade my people to use the oracles left by the gods to find more allies who are strong enough to fight against the darkness.

But this is not enough.

If you want my stubborn people to accept the fate of joining a pirate, you have to show your generosity and your strength. After all, what we are discussing is related to the thousands of years of faith and inheritance of the snake people! "

"Okay, this is the start of the Allied Races quest line."

The pirate grumbled under his breath.

He looked at the serpent prophet and said:

"Then simply tell me where to go? Who to kill? How many to kill?"

"It's not killing! It's saving."

Warwick sighed, looked north, and said:

"The Faithless Snakes have been attacking us and plundering our compatriots. Their leader, my former brother, the former Guardian of Courage, Kothek, became more and more cruel after he abandoned his faith.

It ordered the plundered devout snake people to be imprisoned on the gravel coast in the north, and our people were hung in the ruins to be burned by the scorching sun.

Let the clansmen wail in pain as a result of their resistance to its conquest.

Many of our compatriots are imprisoned there, hundreds of them. If we want to leave, we must take them with us! I have lost too many of my compatriots and I cannot afford to lose them again.

And my people and I have to protect the temple of the pious, and we can't find the strength to save them.

if

If your group of wild warriors with Bwonsamdi's blessing can bring my poor people back, I think it will be easier for the guardians in the temple to convince themselves to accept becoming your warriors. fate. "

"no problem!"

Blake readily agreed to this condition.

He was worried that he had no place to find more souls for the Nagfar to devour and recover.

He thought for a while and said to the old prophet:

"Without further delay, let's set off now. You send a few brave warriors as our guides. I will be able to bring your people back probably before dawn."

"It's far there!"

The old prophet said in astonishment:

"If we go overland through the desert, it will take at least two days!"

"We are pirates, and the sea is our battlefield. How do you think we quietly bypassed the sentries you posted outside the temple tonight?"

The pirate snorted and walked to the edge of the second floor of the temple. Under the gaze of the old snake man, he whistled in the direction of the sea, as if to summon something.

A few seconds later, under the shocked gaze of the old snake man, a tattered keel warship exuding a gloomy and evil aura separated from the night water, floating above the sea amid the rolling and vibration of the waves.

On the evil ghost ship, there were still some damages on the deck, the mast was also broken, and there was no sailor operating it at all.

"Let me introduce you, my friend."

Blake stretched out his hand to stop the old snake-man prophet's strangely thin shoulder that exuded electric arcs, pointed at the gloomy keel battleship under the sea cliff, and said in a proud tone:

"That's my flagship, the Nagfar, the Hell Soul Boat.

It's very hungry.

Craving for the food of depraved and delicious souls.

I think it shouldn’t violate the teachings of you snake people if we ‘borrow’ some souls from the servants of Emperor Kotech to satisfy its hunger?

After all, they already call themselves unbelievers.

This is blasphemy against the gods and should be punished with the death penalty!

What do you think? "

Seeing the shock in the old snake man's eyes made the pirate feel a little happy.

The method of using the Nagfar, which is full of momentum and full of dark power, to break out of the sea as a means of showing one's own power is a tried and true method.

Every being who sees it will be shocked by the breath of hell.

Pretentiousness +100%

Deterrence +200%

Fashion value +10000%

Unfortunately, his family knew his own affairs, and Blake was so close to the ship spirit that he could only summon it to emerge from the bottom of the sea and order it to sail in one direction.

The Pirates still have a long way to go before they can achieve the same control power as Hablon, which is almost integrated with the Nagfar.

But it’s perfect for showing off!

"Let Red and Maim gather their men! I know their desire to fight has not been vented tonight, and it doesn't matter. I will give them permission when we arrive at the gravel dock in the middle of the night."

Blake waved his hand and said to Garona:

"At that time, let me chop as much as you want! Don't let an unbelieving Snake Man go! Tell the Evil Eye again, prepare enough soul stones, and don't let a single soul escape!

If anyone messes up, I will hang him on the mast until we return to the eastern continent! "

This tone of giving orders made the legendary assassin a little dissatisfied.

But considering that Blake wanted to intimidate these snake people, the necessary pomp and show was still necessary, so Garona endured it and became an errand boy.

"My men are short of weapons."

The pirates looked at the undead pirates advancing noisily under the sea cliff in the distance. The cannon fodder of the troll exiles was in the hands of the pirates from Zemlan.

They are almost weathered.

He then told the old snake man the prophet:

"I think the weapons you snakemen use are pretty good, and they all have lightning effects. Can you prepare a batch for us? My pirate group needs a little bit of 'specialty'."

"no problem."

Warwick, the snake prophet, said with a sad tone:

"Due to the constant wars in the past hundred years, too many warriors of the devout people have died. Their weapons are stored under the temple. I can give them to you.

As long as you can bring back our people.

But the keystone.”

It looked back at the blue keystone shining with lightning, and said softly:

"We want it to leave Wharton. Maybe this can really prevent Kotak from doing stupid things, but you also promised to find a safe enough place for the sacred objects to be kept."

"certainly!"

The pirate looked at the soul of the old mage Merry Winterwind floating on the soul-inducing lamp, and said:

"Master, you already know the fate and inheritance of the snake people, and you also know the importance of this key stone. Can I use your relationship to store it in the magic treasure house of Dalaran?

That is the safest hiding place in the eastern continent that I know now. "

"Can."

Merry's soul closed its eyes and said:

"But it is not easy to convince Antonidas and the Council of Six. Black, you said before that there is also a dark thing under Tirisfal.

I have to see it!

If what you say is true, Dalaran, including all members of the Council of Tirisfal, will do everything they can to protect the snake people's holy relics!

However, why sacrifice the near for the far? "

The old mage was indeed a wise man. He quickly discovered the problem with this plan. He said to Black:

"The Golden Dynasty of Zandalari is very powerful, and those trolls dominate Zandalari, and they are powerful enough to protect this holy relic from unbelievers.

Moreover, the seal is in the Wharton Desert. Once the seal is lifted, the trolls' homeland will also be threatened.

They also have good reason to protect this sacred object.

Perhaps it would be right to give them the Keystone. "

"Well, that's the problem, you two."

The pirate made a regretful expression and said:

"You still remember that I just said that the Titan Guardians arranged three seals on Zandalar Island to seal the sixth ancient god G'huun, right?

Wharton's second seal, Atuaman, was destroyed thousands of years ago.

Its destruction caused the power of G'huun to leak out. The blood troll barbarians of Nazmir were infected by the power of the god of the abyss, including the blood stone you picked up in the jungle, Master.

That was also a fragment of G'huun's power.

The blood trolls are in the Heart of Darkness area day after day, corroding the first seal there, Atul Nazman, which has now lost its effect.

Guess where is Zuldaza, the only remaining third seal? "

"Zuldaza? This name"

The old mage said in a stunned tone:

"The capital of the Zandalari Trolls, the golden city, is called Zuldazar, right? This... shouldn't be a coincidence, right?"

"Snapped"

The pirate snapped his fingers and said in a faint tone:

"You guessed it right, Master.

The golden city of the Zandalari Trolls, the center of the Zandalari Mountains, the throne of all Zandalari kings, and the third pyramid made of gold named after the ancestral king Dazar.

The holy land common to all trolls, the capital of the Zandalar dynasty, is where the Third Seal is located.

Once that place is destroyed, the sixth ancient god G'huun will break out of his nest.

So, do you really think that putting the keystone that can release G'huun's most powerful servant of destruction together with G'huun's last seal is the right choice? "

The old mage fell silent.

He nodded, agreed with Blake's point of view, and then asked:

"The Zandalari Trolls are known as the oldest civilization. They have been recording history since before the birth of history. So it is impossible that they don't know the story of G'huun, right?

I just can't believe they let the Snake people have civil strife for so long. "

“Well, just because they know it doesn’t mean they care, Master.

No matter how ancient the Zandalari trolls are, they are still a mortal civilization. When they heard the story of G'huun, they had the same reaction as you did when you first heard the name.

Those are all myths and legends.

It's too far away from the mortal world.

not to mention."

Blake shrugged regretfully and said to Merry Dongfeng:

"The Zandalari dynasty is not monolithic. In King Rastakhan's court, there is the prophet Zul who is determined to contribute to the prosperity of the Zandalari civilization.

There are also bad people vying for power.

But this is their business and has nothing to do with us. As long as the key stone is taken away from Wharton, at least the dark things under the desert will not be released for the time being.

Although I do it for my own benefit.

But Master, you have to admit that I do this for the good of the world.

alright.

I'm off to the gravel coast. "

The pirate raised his soul-inducing lamp and said to the old snake-man prophet behind him:

"Pack your things. After we come back with your people, we will leave this ghost place and go to the Ancestral Turtle's stronghold in the north to receive the ship.

Then

Leave here and sail to the distance.

I've been away from civilization for too long, and it's time to go back and see those friends. "

——

"Guluululu"

Ten minutes later, the Nagfar, carrying the undead pirates and snake guides, slowly sank into the sea in the same posture as when it appeared under Black's order.

When the icy seawater filled the deck, a thin film of water emerged from around the hull, shrouding a group of pirates who couldn't breathe in the water and curious snake people on the deck.

Like a monster sinking to the bottom of the sea, it moved silently under the dark sea towards the gravel coast.

Wearing a pirate hat, a pirate trench coat, and an eye patch, Black grabbed the rotten steering wheel and pretended to be steering the ship.

In fact, Nagfar didn't even bother with him.

They are "autopilot".

I don't want to obey Blake's instructions and walk around.

"Hey, Garona."

Blake grabbed the skull flask at his waist, took a sip of the fox-man desert-flavored fruit wine he had poured into his mouth, moistened his throat, and said to the legendary assassin hiding in the shadows next to him:

"Are you ready for what I asked you to prepare?"

"It's done, but"

Garona said in a strange tone:

"Are you sure that if you bring a pile of garbage to meet a Loa, you won't be beaten out by others? Are there really Loa's who like garbage in this world?"

"Yes, you are about to see that weirdo."

The pirate curled his lips and said:

"It doesn't just like garbage. If it also has a rank in picking up garbage, the person we are going to meet is basically the god of garbage dumps in Azeroth.

But don't worry, relax.

This trash guy Loa is very talkative. "