Shadow Trails in Azeroth

"Thank you, old Gani. I knew you were the most generous Loa."

The pirate's eyes lit up, and he praised the King of the Garbage Pile very disgustingly.

Old Garni also enjoyed the flattery. He made a long voice, shook his head and tail, laughed and disappeared on top of the big garbage pile with the tribute.

Blake's gains don't end there.

After Old Garni disappeared, he took out Zemlan's good luck die, put it in his hand and looked at it. On one side of the bone dice, the simple notch belonging to Old Garni became clearer.

This means that after Akunda, the Destiny Bone Dice of Loa's Power of All Souls has unlocked an enhanced skill for Blake corresponding to Old Garni.

"Well, if only every loa was as generous as you, old Garni."

Blake sighed, put the bone dice in his pocket, and then walked out of the garbage dump temple with brisk steps. Garona was leaning on the stone pillar next to him, waiting for him.

"I'm going to Nazmir."

The legendary assassin was playing with the scales that Akunda had given her before, and she said to Blake:

"Akunda's scales will guide me, and it won't take too much time to visit the Night Lord Sirik this time. I will then meet you at the dock of the Ancestral Turtle in the northeast of the desert.

Do you want to go with me? Captain Blake.

You are also an assassin in the shadows. Perhaps like old Gani, Sirik will also show you the secrets of the night."

"No, it won't."

The pirate shook his head and said to Garona:

"There are very few Loa who are as talkative as Old Garni. Old Garni is a secondary Loa and doesn't have a bad temper. But Sirik is a high-level Loa, with powerful divine power and noble status.

It has many troll clans following it, has a large number of followers, and naturally has a bad temper.

Akunda's scales are a reward given to you alone. Even if Sirik gives the secret of the night, it will only be given to you alone.

If I go with you, I will be considered provocative by the Night Lords.

I have gained enough from this trip, you can go alone.

At dawn, we will first return to the Temple of the Pious, send the wounded back, and then let Warwick take its people to Zemlan Port to wait.

After that, go to the Totaka dock where the Ancestor Turtle is. After receiving the ship there, return to Zemlan Port, and finally drive north along the Zuldazar coastline.

It is estimated that it will take seven to ten days to complete these things, which is enough for you to complete your adventure in the Nazmir Jungle. "

Blake grinned and said to the legendary assassin:

"When approaching Sirik's Nest, be careful of the Midnight Sons with Sirik's bloodline. Those big vampire bats have very strong attacks. Anyone who wants to see Sirik must pass through them.

"All right."

Garona pulled her hood down. She looked back at the desert under the dawn, stretched out her hand and whistled, and a hyena tame by a vixen ran over quickly.

The legendary assassin put on his veil, nodded to Blake, and said:

"I'm leaving overnight. Is there anything you want over there in Nazmir? If it's easy, I can get some for you."

"Forget about that crappy place. Everything there is harmful. I don't have anything I need there."

Black rubbed his chin and said to Garona:

"But if you can steal a few dinosaur eggs of Direhorn, Devilsaur or Royal Pterodactyl, I would be a little interested. Those giant beasts are currently only found somewhere in Zandalar and Kalimdor.

I have a ranger friend in the eastern continent.

This time I went back to visit him on the way, and it would be nice to give him a rare war beast egg as a gift.

But there is no need to deliberately get it. If those wild beasts are provoked, it will be very difficult even for legends. "

"good."

The Orc Assassin made an OK gesture, which she learned from Blake. Without any more words of farewell, Garona pulled the reins and galloped away into the desert amidst the roar of the hyena. .

The pirate watched the legendary assassin disappear, and he looked back at the gravel coast behind him.

A fire was burning on the dock, and all the unbelievers and snakes were dead and injured. The undead pirates under Black's command perfectly completed the captain's order.

They barely let any of the snakemen go.

There were also some dying snake people who were thrown into the fire and burned to death.

The pirates ignored them and walked towards the edge of the dock. There were already Zandalari exiles cannon fodder there, carrying supplies and valuable loot to the Nagfar.

Further north on the gravel coast, it is quite close to the vast territory of nearly one third of the northern part of the Wharton Desert, which is the territory of the unbelieving snake people.

Any race that enters it will be abused and attacked by snake people.

They have absolute numerical superiority there.

However, the special thing about the gravel coast is that there is a small dock here, although it is not the military dock of the Zandalari Troll Dynasty's golden fleet.

But occasionally troll warships come here to resupply. Some troll merchants who do smuggling business between the main island and nearby islands will also choose to dock at the docks on the gravel coast.

This seemingly desolate place is regarded as the "foreign trade port" for the Infidel Empire's slave trade, so it is considered a relatively promising place in the barren and barren Wharton Desert.

Although this trip was to rescue the captured devout snake-men, a rough calculation after the war showed that the undead pirates under Black's command also made a small fortune.

And because of the rampant slave trade among the unfaithful snake people, the snake people on the Gravel Coast have good armor and weapons. After this battle, these weapons and armor also became cheaper for the exiled cannon fodder.

"Put all your tribesmen on the ship! Things won't be full here for long. Soon an army of unbelieving snakemen will arrive. We don't have time to fight them again!"

Blake reached out and pushed the black pirate hat on his head, held the dagger at his waist, and shouted to the devout snake guides:

"We are pressed for time. We will not stay much longer when we return to the Temple of the Pious after dawn. It is up to you to tell your prophet that he must bring the key to unlocking the seal and leave the Wharton Desert with us.

I have found the perfect hiding place for your holy relics in the treasure house of Dalaran, the magical city in the eastern continent!

You must tell your prophet this news exactly as it is.

This is important, got it? "

Because he was far away, the pirate captain said these words very loudly, and he said them in less standard snake language.

Several pious guides originally had no good impressions of these pirates.

But tonight it was indeed a fight to the death that helped them rescue the plundered tribesmen, so this would also change Black's impression of the pirate captain.

After hearing his instructions on important matters, several guides nodded in unison while spitting out snake letters.

After Blake left, he pulled out the knife with thunder and lightning wrapped around his waist, and killed all the unbelieving snake-men nearby. After repeatedly confirming that no unbelieving snake-men who had heard the secret would survive, he stopped getting on the boat.

Their movements did not hide the gaze of Blake, who had jumped onto the ghost ship nimbly.

The pirates always lamented that these devout snake-men were truly elites in all battles. Their attentiveness and prudence alone made them worthy of being cultivated as true direct descendants.

but

Blake's eyes moved to the burning ruins of a large snake-man tent on the coast in the next moment.

There were more than a dozen corpses of unbelievers and snake-men that had been burned into kebabs lying scattered there. It looked like there was no life left, but the next moment, Black activated his tracking skills.

It was like a vivid radar search in my perception, and I could clearly sense that under the ruins, there was still a remnant of the unbelieving Snake Man hiding in an underground cave and just surviving.

hehe.

When he told the secret so loudly just now, the unbeliever must have heard it. They would convey this crucial news to their unbeliever emperor Kotek.

The Great Emperor who wants to release the dark things in the Great Desert of Voldun will also know the whereabouts of the last Keystone.

Wonderful.

Blake rubbed his chin. He looked at the waves under the gloomy night outside and thought in his mind:

"There is such a huge snake-man empire, and they like to capture slaves. They are so capable of fighting, but they still insist on fighting for dominance in a small place like Wharton. What does it mean to be a local tyrant?

I've left a beacon for you

To your conquest, Emperor Kotech.

Let’s set sail!

Build your fleet of unbelievers!

Join the struggle for supremacy in this sea of ​​plunder!

Make the journey to the Endless Sea more lively, give Dailin and Kul Tiras more headaches, and give the world and the eastern continent countries that are destined to be quiet for more than ten years in the future

Add a little more spark. "

With this arrogant thought, Blake raised his hand when the last snake guide climbed onto the deck nimbly.

Just as the order was given, the next moment, when the dawn light tore through the darkness of the sea, the ghost ship parted the icy water and slowly sank below the sea surface like a behemoth sinking.

Another robbery!

Another win!

This feeling of returning home with a full load is really refreshing.

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Two days later, in the northeast of Wol'dun Desert, on a large stretch of coast separated from the Snake Canyon where the Faithless Snake Empire is located, and the mountain range of the Setaris Temple occupied by them.

The Naqfar slowly rose to the surface of the sea from the sunset.

In two days, this ghost ship ate the souls of five to six hundred unbelievers and snake-men. It finally healed itself, but it still looked like a cold and decaying keel ghost ship.

Black actually doesn't like the sloppy appearance of this ship. He prefers the clean battleships of Kul Tiras.

But unfortunately we don’t have the conditions now, so we can’t ask for more.

And it is this evil and awe-inspiring posture that can highlight the gloomy temperament that the ghost ship should have and better scare other people.

Black didn't let everyone off the boat.

He temporarily handed over the command to his first mate Red Blackhand, and his most loyal second mate Warlock Evil Eye. He sat in an equally rotten boat, taking Maim and a few Ravage Orc axemen with him. .

Drive towards this small peninsula beach called Totaka Pier, which is controlled by the Archaeological Turtle.

"Hey, the little turtles that have just hatched are heading into the sea."

Wearing a pirate hat, a pirate windbreaker, an eye patch, and a beard all over his chin, Black waded onto the white beach and immediately spotted many little turtles crawling on the beach.

This is their first adventure after emerging from the shell.

They climb very slowly, and although the beach is not long, the road is very dangerous, and there are hungry and vicious albatross flying around in the sky, treating them as food.

There are also big red crabs in the sea water. They are watching these little creatures with eager eyes. The big turtles are constantly moving and are ready for "extra meals".

"I heard that the beginning of the life of the ancestor turtle was full of threats, just like these little turtles on the beach. The cycle of life is really cruel, isn't it? Maimu."

Blake was as melancholy as a philosopher at this moment.

He put his hands on his hips and turned to say something to his third mate.

Maim is an orc. Orcs are not so sentimental, and he doesn't quite understand what Black meant when he suddenly said this.

He thought his captain had taken pity on the little turtles.

As a result, in the next second, under Maim's stunned gaze, Blake, who was as melancholy as a philosopher, suddenly raised his foot and kicked the little turtle behind his feet.

Just like playing football, watching the little turtle dance into the air, draw a perfect arc on the sea, and finally fall into the sea safely.

The pirate spoke in a long tone, as if venting his anger, kicking and counting:

"One turtle successfully entered the water! Two, three, four, ten!"

After kicking away the last little turtle, Black snapped his fingers, returned to his philosopher posture, and said to the orc behind him:

"Well, I feel good. Let's go and talk business."