Shadow Trails in Azeroth

Six days after receiving the snakemen, three troll warships appeared in the northeast of Zandalar Island.

Over the past few days, they had gazed upon the golden city of Zuldazar.

The golden city was surrounded by countless small pyramids, built on towering mountains, and spread over half of the mountain range. Surrounded by golden sculptures and shrines intertwined with the forest land, it formed the capital of a powerful kingdom.

There, it represents the majesty of the Zandalar Troll Empire.

Just looking at it from a distance can make people feel awe. Those Zandalari exiles, even if they were expelled from this holy city, all praised it with emotion when they saw it again.

There is also a lot of pride on his face.

The brutal orcs are even more in awe of this golden city.

In their home world, which was already on the verge of death, and in the Eastern Kingdom, which they had been attacking and plundering for six years, they had never seen such a magnificent building.

This is actually understandable. After all, the city in front of you is the oldest city in Azeroth that has existed and continues to this day since the birth of civilization.

Nearly fourteen thousand years have passed since its first foundation was laid.

This time is even two thousand years earlier than the birth of the ancient elven empire.

The most legendary thing is that this city has continued from ancient times to the present. It is almost the recorder of the history of Azeroth's original civilization.

But this is not the most legendary story about the Zandalari trolls.

Because the golden city of Dazar'alor is their second holy city!

Its first holy city was named Zul Nazman, and it was the first mortal city in the history of Azeroth.

It was established four thousand years earlier than the Golden City!

But unfortunately, the ancient holy city of the Zandalari Trolls has now been renamed and is called the "Heart of Darkness". It exists in the jungle of Nazmir, which has returned to decay and savagery.

Now, you always know why Bwonsamdi's palace was built in Nazmir, a place where birds don't shit, right?

The Palace of the Underworld, which is now dilapidated and in ruins, was the "most prosperous" area in the world of Azeroth when civilization was born sixteen thousand years ago.

Bwonsamdi is not a lonely old man.

People even show off their wealth in such a low-key manner.

Take a random stone with a mural from the Palace of Hades and show it to the explorers of the Dwarf Explorers Association. Those dwarves will probably jump with joy.

This is an out-and-out "prehistoric cultural relic".

But the undead pirates, who are still weak now, do not have the courage after all. They follow the example of their predecessor, Zandalari Pirate King Zemlan, and rush into the Golden City to plunder wantonly.

They were just on the shoreline, drooling over the fabled treasures of the Golden City.

Then, before the Zandalari gold fleet arrived to expel them, they fled towards the Nazmir jungle and drove along the coastline for nearly two days before finally arriving at the agreed-upon rendezvous point.

Under the afternoon sun, on the coastline of the dark jungle of Nazmir, there is a tropical island scenery.

The fox man's "Alpaca" is docked at the edge of the jungle, outside a sandbar deep into the sea.

This kind of Zandalari fleet only has this kind. The behemoth carrying the pterodactyl knights and the royal war stable is already filled with supplies to be transported to Vashj'ir.

On the large deck, you can also see some ancestor turtle guards holding weapons.

And some little foxes riding coyotes, playing around on the deck like a small land.

There are also some adult fox people who are taking their precious alpacas out of the animal pens below the second deck and basking in the sun on the upper deck.

Judging from the number of these alpacas, Eudora's return to recruit his subordinates this time was very successful.

"Captain! Captain! We're here!"

Eudora, who was wearing a small pirate hat bought from the Ancestral Turtle, was standing on the bow of the Alpaca in high spirits. She wore the Thrashing Blade given to her by Black around her waist.

He also put eye patches on his eyes and wore a red leather armor. Apart from his furry tail, he already had a hint of a pirate look.

She had very good eyesight. From a long distance away, she saw three ships approaching side by side. She waved her paws and shouted in that direction.

The people over there definitely can't hear it.

But Eudora knew that the captain could hear it!

"Wow"

Only a few dozen meters away from the Alpaca, the Nagfar, like a deep-diving behemoth, parted the water and floated to the surface in the same shocking way as before.

The tattered strips of cloth hanging on the decaying mast of the ghost ship, like a dead man's shroud, have finally been replaced by a complete sail, finally giving it some change.

As the sun shone, Blake, who had been driving in deep water before, covered the light upwards with some disgust.

He cursed the annoying sunshine in a low voice and looked behind him again.

Her first mate, the pirate ghost dragon Sephiel, has already been quietly pushed into the shadow of the stern of the ship. As a ghost, she instinctively hates sunlight.

"Captain Eudora, tell the cubs in your tribe to stop playing! Drive the coyotes and alpacas into the stables! Get ready to set sail!"

Blake held the steering wheel of the Nagfar. He shouted to Eudora. The fox man standing at the bow made an OK gesture, immediately rode on his loyal hyena, and shouted behind him. A few words.

The little foxes who were playing on the deck obediently led the alpacas down to the second deck.

"Hey, madam, why didn't you come out to say hello? I thought you were stuck in the jungle and were taken as a slave by those blood troll barbarians."

Blake, who was holding the steering wheel, suddenly said something behind him.

The next moment, Garona appeared from the shadows with a strange expression. She said to Blake:

"I have learned more about the secrets of darkness from Night Lord Sirik. Logically speaking, it is impossible for you to sense my coming."

"You may not be able to sense it in other places, but on the sea, on this ship of mine, no matter where you are hiding, madam, I can sense it clearly."

Black laughed, stretched out his hand to straighten his black captain's hat. He looked at Garona who had not changed much and said:

"It seems that you, madam, had a great time playing with that big bat. When will the legendary power be promoted again? Don't forget to call me to watch the ceremony.

I also really want to witness the birth of a shadow demigod. "

"Is it that easy? You are still a shadow demigod. Every step above the legendary realm is extremely difficult. How can it be so easy to reach the end of this road?"

Garona snorted, took out a bloody cloth bag from her magic bag, threw it to Blake, and walked into the cabin of the Nagfar without looking back. She yawned and said:

"I helped you find the 'specialties' there, but unfortunately I only found one. In that damn jungle, hunting down the Blood Troll Mother is a terrible job.

I'm going to take a few days off. Don't disturb me recently. "

Blake looked at the cloth bag in his hand, opened it, and found a child-sized egg inside. It should be the egg of some kind of giant beast, with layers of scales covering the surface.

It looks like a dragon egg.

"cool!"

The pirate whistled, threw the thing up and down in his hand, turned to his first mate Sephiel and said:

"Look, an Iron Devil Rex egg! Think of this as a gift and give it to that poor cripple Nathanos. He will probably dance with joy."

"Don't you use it yourself?"

Sephiel asked doubtfully:

"You are also a ranger. It stands to reason that you can use it. Although this thing is not as powerful as a real dragon, an adult iron-skinned devil is almost unstoppable in the mortal world."

"I haven't learned how to tame animals yet."

The pirate waved his hand and said in a humble and proud tone:

"Besides, I know how many legendary beasts are hidden in this world. If you want to catch them, I'll catch the best ones. It's just a Devilsaurus. I don't like them yet."

"Well, there is some truth to this statement. I know how picky you are."

Sephiel folded her arms and hung in the air. She floated over and whispered to Blake:

"But you said before that you wanted Garona to do something for you and tell her about her relatives, but it's been so long, why hasn't she asked?"

"She's scared, my first mate."

Blake turned the steering wheel and let the Nagfar sink into the water little by little. The pirate said softly:

"She knew her mother was dead, she knew she was a draenei and an orc, and she knew she would be happy to have relatives alive.

But along with the joy comes a touch of fear.

You know how the orcs treat hybrids like them, and she also knows that, and she is also worried that her only remaining relatives will also regard her as a 'Harvard Olsen'.

Especially when she did help Gul'dan for a period of time and killed many draenei.

If I were her.

I will also be afraid of the contempt and hatred from my relatives.

You see, Sephiel, the most frightening thing in the world is not pain and despair, but the love that expects a response. Don't worry, I will fulfill that promise.

My poor friend will eventually get her family back.

Now, let's go.

It's time for us to go home. "

——

The sea journey from Zandalar Island to the eastern continent is much easier than the road Blake took from the Broken Islands to Zandalar.

They can follow the South China Sea currents all the way east, and they don't even need to pay too much attention to the heading. This tropical ocean current will always take them where they should go.

At night after six days of sailing.

"We're going to stop at Stranglethorn Vale, where the goblins are, to replenish supplies and fresh water, and at the same time kick Red and his orcs off the ship.

I also have to take some time to get off the ship to handle the transaction with Ms. Aegwynn, and bring poor Merry back by the way. "

In the cabin of the Nagfar, Black announced the sailing plan to the four captains under his command in his captain's cabin. He placed a chart he drew on the table and said:

"Strangle Valley is now a neutral zone of war.

However, the alliance's offensive has forced the orcs to have no time to care about the coastline. The only thing we have to pay attention to there is the possible appearance of Kul Tiran warships.

It's best not to deal with them and hide if you can.

Sold the troll ship in Booty Bay and exchanged it for a human merchant ship. After staying for a short time, we headed north to support Vashj'ir for our ancestor turtle friend.

Then wait patiently on Tol Barad for the war between the Alliance and the Horde to end.

I still have some big jobs to do during this time.

As for you, you can do whatever you want, just think of it as getting familiar with this rich and chaotic continent."

"captain!"

Blake was describing his plan, but was interrupted by the sudden appearance of the ghost dragon first mate. He raised his head and asked Sephiel what happened with his eyes.

The first mate looked at him and said:

"The snake people discovered a caravan on the sea, and the orcs proposed to plunder them. The evil eye asked me to ask you for instructions. The cunning warlock said that our ships lack qualified sailors, and we should be able to find some on the merchant ship in front of us. "

"Then go and grab it."

Blake said casually:

"Why are you asking me?"

Sephiel hesitated and said:

"That's a merchant ship under the flag of Kul Tiras, and it's quite large, with four ships."

"Shua"

In the next moment, the eyes of everyone in the cabin were focused on Blake. They all knew Blake's true identity, and these people's eyes were different.

Blake was silent for a few seconds, then slammed the table and cursed:

"It all depends on what I do!"

"Go back to your ship! Prepare to fight! What we need are sailors, and every Kul Tiran is a good sailor. Bring them back to me!"

Those who dare to resist”

Blake paused and said with emphasis:

"killed!"