Shadow Trails in Azeroth

Chapter 1610 243. You don’t even want to call me “The Demon with a Thousand Tongues” – additional update [825]

On the coast of Suramar, Black was in his captain's cabin, looking at the twisted Sephiel in front of him.

It is unknown at what point in time the troublemaker Chromie has been chased by Chromatus. It is obvious that he lied about the military situation, and the first parasaurus did not change his appearance.

After she obtained a body that was more in line with the strength attributes, she still maintained Onyxia's face, but she made her already generous heart bigger and the shape also changed to look better.

Don't worry about this small change.

Probably because both she and Blake were used to this face, and the sudden change made them both uncomfortable.

But compared to the current situation of the twisted Parasaurus, Blake is now thinking about another problem.

A very important question.

He stared at the two broken skulls placed on the desk in front of him. Judging from the embellishment of the skulls and the once perfect but now broken structure, these should be Blake's "collections" placed in his exhibition cabinet.

But they are now broken. Judging from the finger marks remaining on the skull, they must have been crushed violently.

This made the pirate very distressed and uncomfortable.

Each of his collections is found and made by himself. Although it may seem scary and perverted to outsiders, there is no doubt that the stinky pirate is very sentimental about his collection.

Under normal circumstances, the destruction of his beloved things will definitely trigger Blake's rage, and by the way, a wave of rewards will be offered throughout the Endless Sea.

But now the pirate looked at his destroyed collection, and besides feeling depressed, he couldn't get angry at all.

In front of the melancholy pirate, Sephiel, who had always been reliable but now looked embarrassed, lowered his head like a child who had done something bad, played with his fingers and said:

"Well, it's hard to get used to using the power of the Eternal Dragon. Maybe it's because Dark Chromie's body is too powerful. I don't dare to walk around now.

I originally wanted to help you pack up those collections and wipe them down, but I accidentally crushed two of them. "

"But you are a time dragon."

Blake held his pipe in his mouth and looked at Sephiel. He pointed at the broken skull in front of him and said helplessly:

"You can recover even if you crush them. Why are they like this?"

"Well, I'm trying to recover."

Sephiel's expression became even more embarrassed. She blushed and whispered:

"But the power of the Eternal Dragon was too wild. I accidentally over-restored it and almost made them 'resurrection' in place. I thought about restoring it accurately to the way it was before I entered the captain's room, so I pushed forward. A handful of time, then too much force again

Anyway, after going back and forth like this four or five times, they ended up like this.

I really didn't mean it, Captain. "

"It is indeed not intentional. If it was intentional, it would not be possible to destroy even the magic points inside so completely. I thought some enemy came to visit and specially selected my collection to threaten me."

Blake sighed, tried hard not to look at the miserable skull, shook his head and said:

"There is absolutely no way to recover from this, and we can only throw it into the hands of old Garni. But fortunately, at least it has once again promoted the friendship between me and old Garni, which can be considered a bit of credit.

You should stay alone in the cabin to rest for the next few days. After you have adapted to the power of the eternal tyrant, you can come out to work. I will transfer the little star to work for a few days. "

He glanced at the anxious Sephiel, grinned, and waved to the first parasaurus.

The latter moved to the pirate's side with a cautious expression of "I can't control my power and will hurt other people", but Blake held her waist indifferently and hugged Sephiel fiercely in his arms.

He put his head on the big round dumpling, closed his eyes and whispered:

"How could I be angry with you? Do you know that Chromie came to me specifically this morning and wanted to talk to me as a friend and future mother-in-law.

It seems that you have a real good friend who dares to risk my anger to support you. It is really an enviable friendship. "

"Don't pay attention to her."

Sephiel blushed and whispered:

"Chromie has always had such a crazy temperament, a troublemaker similar to Toki. These bronze dragons who turned themselves into dwarfs have the same crazy temperament as the dwarfs.

Many people hate Chromie, and I heard that some people nicknamed her 'Human Hate, Dragon Hate', but she is really nice to me. "

"I'm just talking about the matter and I'm not angry."

The pirate "kindly" concealed the fact that he asked Drake to teach Chromie a lesson. He just didn't want Sephiel to worry.

After the two of them were so affectionate for a few minutes, Blake glanced at the chart hanging on the wall, stretched his body and said:

"The matter with the black dragon has been resolved. There should be warriors on the Guardian side, and the dwarves have gathered in the Molten Core. It's time to go to the Land of Fire to deal with Ragnaros.

It’s time to get busy.

But before that, we have to go to Booty Bay.

I heard from Mrs. Guo Ya that the Dark Gold Sect has placed its headquarters there. Our old Ansu has also been very close to them recently. I wonder if he still remembers his agreement to be cannon fodder for us? "

"It will!"

Sephiel held Black's neck, pecked the pirate on the cheek, and said seriously:

"I've seen the way old Ansu talks about his beloved Rukhma. The look in his eyes that loves someone so deeply that he is willing to do everything for him cannot deceive anyone.

Although you always laugh at old Ansu for being a bitch, for women like us, having a man like Ansu by our side really feels safe.

From this point of view, Rukhma is also a very lucky lady. "

"Well, Rukhma died weakly. He spent the second half of his life in loneliness. He still called his lover's name when he died. He had no peace after death and was mistakenly resurrected by his unfilial descendants. After that, he lived in confusion. It’s been so long.”

Blake whispered:

“Is this considered ‘lucky’ in the eyes of you women?

Well, the way men and women view love is indeed different. When my dear first mate talks about this at this time, does he hope that I can stay with you forever like old Ansu?

If I say I will, will you be moved to give me a kiss? "

"If you want a kiss, just ask."

Sephiel laughed and took the initiative to give him a sweet kiss. The couple just hugged each other. Blake's hand began to go down along Sephire's waist, and the first parasaurus responded generously and enthusiastically.

The only problem is that it's a bit "too enthusiastic".

"Kacha"

When Sephiel unbuttoned his clothes, tightened his arms and tried to bury the pirate's head in his tall chest, a crisp sound rang from the spine of Blake's neck.

Then the smelly pirates' cries of pain and Sephiel's screams sounded in the captain's cabin.

"Don't move! Don't touch the spine, it's broken. Hurry! Call Natalie over, hurry up, otherwise it will heal into a dislocation after a while, and I will have to break the spine again myself.

Oh, it hurts so much.

No!

Don't use time magic, you can't control it now

Ah, uncontrolled power can really hurt the people you love most, right? Also, when you reshaped your body, did you modify your figure?

I remember it wasn’t this big before.”

——

In the early morning of the next day, the Nagfar quietly floated up from the pier on the Treasure Coast shrouded in darkness. This action should theoretically alert the lighthouse erected by the goblins on the pier.

However, since the pirate ship floated on the private dock of Wharton Trading Company, it did not attract any inspections by the annoying goblins.

This means that pirates do not need to pay a port fee for their ghost ships, it also means that the greedy goblins will die a few fewer people today, and it also means that the owner of this place, the rich man Revegaz, can pay a few less low fees. to almost no pension.

So overall, it would be better for everyone if Blake kept a low profile.

As the ghost ship docked in the night, the ghost pirates quickly placed the ship's planks on the trestle in front of them. Blake got off the ship with brisk steps, and he rubbed his neck and spine.

Although the black-robed ship doctor repeatedly confirmed that he had returned to normal, he always felt that there seemed to be something wrong with the bones there.

But it's not a big deal.

After all, as a genuine ancient god, Black actually has his own "look of an ancient god".

Of course, this thing is still "gestating" now. A guy with such a style as a pirate will definitely not allow his other side to grow carelessly and casually.

His appearance as an ancient god must be as stunning as his human form, handsome and powerful.

As for how to do this, Blake doesn't have a firm idea yet, but he thinks he can get inspiration from things he liked in the past.

A black symbiote monster would be perfect, right?

Thinking like this, Blake saw the black evil alpaca caravan that the foxes had customized for him parked on the pier in front of him, as well as the "Trade Prince" Eudora who had been waiting for a long time beside the car with a jack-o'-lantern. His face A smile appeared on his face again.

"Hi, my rich man."

Blake waved to Eudora and said:

"It is said that Wharton Trading Company's net income increased by thirty points last week? How did you do it? Teach me, a poor pirate, your secrets to getting rich. I will pay for it, I promise."

"It's still thanks to you."

Eudora swung her big furry tail and pushed up her pirate captain's hat. She proudly lit up her jack-o'-lantern to light up Blake, then opened the car door for the pirate and said:

"Since the naval battle of Quel'Thalas, our trade routes have been surprisingly smooth. Those goblins took the initiative to increase the purchase price by 20% to convey their goodwill to us.

So it is not so much that I earned the money, but that your victory and majesty brought us wealth. "

"Ha, you still know how to speak."

Blake marveled:

"It's really annoying to listen to those bastards on the ship every day talking about some cliche, what power, what power, I don't care about those things at all, the golden gadgets are my favorite.

People always have to have a little bit of pure vulgar taste.

Speaking of which, is the troll assassin hiding in the lighthouse over there, aiming his sniper rifle at you and me, the bodyguard you specially hired? "

"Well, he must be an assassin from a venture capital company."

Eudora reluctantly grabbed her tail and showed Blake the wound on her tail. She said:

"I was hit by an explosion three days ago. My office was blown up. It looked like the goblins' explosive art. Those guys who were jealous of us making a lot of money were just crazy.

Let's not talk about these boring things. I have already arranged the route to the Dark Gold Sect's base camp for you. I heard that Mrs. Guo Ya also came here specially tonight to catch up with her friends. "

"That's a good feeling."

The pirate grinned and climbed into the carriage.

He conveniently threw a void blast on the head of the troll assassin who was about to pull the trigger on the distant lighthouse.

The unlucky guy felt that his mind was wide open in the next moment, as if the mysteries of the whole world were open to him, Wanling Loa was calling his name, and all the mysteries of the world were being understood by him!

This is great!

The troll assassin threw the rifle in his hand into the sea with a weird smile, then tied several bags of goblin explosives to his body according to the Loa's "sacred instructions", and headed to his employer as quickly as possible.

The Loa in his heart was telling him that as long as he detonated the explosives there, he would be blessed by all spirits, gain powerful power, and then reach the pinnacle of life like the legendary pirate Black.

Just as Blake's carriage arrived at a hidden manor on the Treasure Coast at night, a loud bang exploded in a house in the dock area, and the flames shot into the sky like a torch lit at night.

This put a happy smile on Blake's face, who had just left the field.

"I just helped you eliminate six competitors, and sent them to the hell of the greedy in the same way they wanted to send you to heaven."

The pirate took over his captain's hat and said to Eudora who was farewelling him respectfully:

"This service attitude is perfect, so according to the highest reward offer of the Uncrowned One, my reward will be sent to my account at the Yulian Gang Bank."

"Yeah, I'll give you an extra tip as a tip for your perfect service."

The fox captain's tail wagged even more happily.

And her statement also made Black very satisfied. The pirate nodded and said:

"You understand me best, my dear Eudora. If you were taller, maybe we could have a love affair at sea."

"Well, Captain, although I admit that you are very charming, to be honest, you don't fit in with our fox people's aesthetics. You don't even have a tail."

Eudora complained:

"So, please put away your walking hormones? I really have no interest in you at all."

"Hey, is it just the tail?"

Blake curled his lips, put on his captain's hat and walked forward. After taking three steps, Eudora behind him suddenly rubbed his eyes.

Why did the wagging black tail suddenly appear on the back of the captain's windbreaker?

Still six! Like flowers.

Damn it!

He must have drank too much, so he was hallucinating, right?

"Sir Black, please come with us, your friends are waiting for you."

The pirate walked towards the unassuming private manor in front of him, and saw two big, round-waisted Pandaren in black uniforms at the door.

They all had the Yulian Gang's logo on their clothes. They saluted the pirate respectfully and "escorted" him deep into the manor.

There is obviously a meeting similar to "negotiation" being held here.

When Blake walked into the hall, he saw Mrs. Guo Ya, who looked radiant after not seeing her for a long time, her cousin Mrs. Guo Su, and her most trusted bodyguard, Mr. Chu.

On both sides of the round table sat a black dragon dressed as a troll witch doctor, two Broken Breakers, and three arakkoa pharmacists. These should be representatives of the Dark Gold Cult.

As well as a group of ogres and goblins wearing the gangster-style uniforms of Steamwheedle Port, needless to say these guys, the pirates have also dealt with them.

These are the bastards of Gadgetzan's homegrown gang, the Gangsters.

It looks like a tripartite meeting.

When the pirates wanted to enter in a low-key manner, everyone sitting in the hall stood up and saluted the new overlord of the Endless Sea.

Frankly speaking, this scene was quite fulfilling, even though Blake didn't care about it.

"Please wait a moment, Lord Black."

Mrs. Guo Ya said with a humble smile unique to the panda people:

"The three of us are discussing the redistribution of Gadgetzan's underground industry. It will be over soon. Your Excellency Anzu will be here soon."

"It's okay, you can continue talking about yourselves."

Blake was very easy-going and gave his friend a face. He sat down on the luxurious sofa in the hall and looked at them curiously.

But such a giant evil existence has appeared, making the three forces in front of them feel that it would be too embarrassing for them to argue over the ownership of an underground industry in a goblin city.

So the meeting ended faster than Black expected.

Probably because of the pirate's increased momentum, Mrs. Guo Ya was able to kill everyone during the negotiation. At this moment, the pirate realized that he had been temporarily pulled over by his good friend to "press down the situation."

She is indeed Mrs. Guo Ya.

Look at this guy's skills, he's absolutely using both soft and hard tactics.

But I just don’t know what gifts Mrs. Guo Ya has prepared to appease Blake’s anger after being slightly used by her?

Well, I'm about to make another windfall.

Blake was holding hot tea with a gentle aunt smile on her face.

Sure enough, being a pirate or something is not more profitable than becoming the God Father of the underground world. All you need to do is show your face, and the cute little money will automatically enter the bag.

Tsk tsk, I have to do this kind of thing more in the future.