Shadow Trails in Azeroth

"The locals like you, Gani. Look, I told you, this is a great place to make friends."

The pirate stood next to the large garbage pile and let Old Garni put his paw on his shoulder. He held the skull wine bottle and looked at the simple villages around him.

There are also children resting, cooking and playing in the village.

He said to Ghani:

"You get along well with them. I heard that you helped them build three large settlements?"

"Well, they are very smart, as smart as those Zandalari trolls. They also learn things very quickly. Old Garni only showed them a few times how to survive in the darkness in the way of the humble.

They have mastered this technique completely.

Now they no longer need Old Garni to guide them to discover those shiny things. They will take the initiative to find those things that they ignored before. "

The brightly colored old Garni swung his tail and threw the black iron garbage Blake brought into his own garbage pile.

While choosing among them, it said to Blake:

“Mushrooms can be seen everywhere in the dark forest, the food left after the fights between wolves that are more aggressive due to the excitement of darkness, and the supplies scattered around by the orcs.

There are also apples in the orchard that have been left unpicked all year round but are growing extremely well.

This forest is so rich.

As long as Old Garni gives them a pair of eyes that can avoid danger, they can live well by themselves.

But they were a little too fanatical.

This was something that Old Garni had never seen in Zandalari. "

Garbage King Loa said to the pirates somewhat sadly:

"I am happy to protect the humble, and I ask for nothing in return other than shiny garbage. But they took the initiative to set up small garbage dumps for me around the Dusk Forest.

A few days ago, someone extended my presence to a refugee shelter deep in the Redridge Mountains.

They may just instinctively want to help their compatriots who are also suffering, and want to share some of their good luck with their companions, but they don't realize it.

In fact, they are also taking the initiative to preach.

Blake, my big scavenger, frankly scares me. "

Old Garni looked at Blake, a hint of fear flashed in his big and flexible eyes, and said:

"You know, on Zandalari, if a Loa priest casually preaches in the territory of another Loa, it will be considered to be causing conflict.

Conflict can lead to terrible wars.

I know that this is the territory of the Holy Light Doctrine.

I just want to make life better for these lowly people, I don't want to get into trouble.

But I don’t know much about human culture. Maybe you can give me some advice? "

"Don't worry, old Garni."

Blake waved his hand and said:

"They have just stayed in the dark for too long, been isolated for too long, and been abandoned for too long. Once they meet a force willing to help them, they will naturally indulge in it.

But as long as the Holy Light Church returns to this area, most people will still return to the embrace of the Holy Light.

You yourself have said that the humble will only unite when they are weak and helpless. Once they become powerful, they want more.

This is true of all intelligent creatures, and humans and trolls are no different in this regard.

Don’t worry, this craze won’t last long. "

"hope so."

Old Garni nodded. Based on what he had seen in his long life, what the pirate said made some sense. The beast Loa was not willing to think too much about these complicated issues.

It rolled its eyes, its tone became as funny and weird as usual, and it said in a long tone:

"So, my big scavenger has brought such a special sparkle to Old Garni. I like these unseen garbage very much. What gift do you hope to get from Old Garni?"

"That's what I told you last time and asked you to help me pay attention to it."

Blake took a sip of wine and said straight to the point:

"That power hidden in the darkness, darker than the night, where is she now?"

"Ha, I knew it, I knew it."

Old Garni made a weird cry, and the Lephignathosaurus shook its head and tail and showed a weird smile. It said:

"You had no good intentions when you invited old Gani to come over. But I, a weak Loa, don't want to get involved in matters related to those dangerous powers.

Thanks to the small garbage dumps set up by the humble ones everywhere in the Dusk Forest, Old Garni's eyes can see everything happening in this forest.

The power you are tracking, darker than the night, is close to out of control!

A terrible battle took place between those who chased that power and the individuals who held it, causing blood to spill in the dark night on a land full of tragedies.

She is now hiding somewhere outside the ruins of Night Town.

She used that dark power to cover her traces.

And those individuals who had followed her were also driven by madness and tried to do terrible things to her.

Go ahead, Blake. "

Loa, the slender jaw dragon, let out a strange laugh. It pushed the pirate's waist with its slender tail and said:

"Any later, she will be swallowed up by the power that is darker than the night. Go find her and take that dangerous power away from this suffering forest.

Only when they all leave can this group of humble people live here for a long time and peacefully. "

"Near Night Town, right?"

Blake snapped his fingers and said:

"Understood, let's go now. One more thing, it's my personal request. Do you see that silly ranger over there?"

The pirate lowered his voice, pointed to Nathanos, who was looking over here from a distance, and whispered to Old Garni:

"He came to the forest to try his luck and make a wilderness contract with a noble beast. Can you help him for my sake?"

"That cunning blue fox?"

Old Garni chuckled and said in a voice full of malice:

"Soul beasts are rare creatures on Zandalar Island. Old Garni did not expect to encounter one in this dark place.

That fox is annoying.

It would steal from the humble people who were sheltered by Old Garni, either to fill its stomach or simply to make fun of these poor people who were already miserable.

They would also hide in the dark and take great pleasure in scaring children who go out.

It's just too bad.

Old Garni had a chat with it. It was stubbornly unwilling to give up its bad hobbies, and arrogantly regarded the entire Dusk Forest as its playground.

Such bad things really need to be punished by good hunters. "

Loa, the slender jaw dragon, scratched his slender neck with his flexible claws. He looked at Nathanos, thought for a few seconds, then squeezed his eyes and said to Blake:

"Let your glamorous big shot friend find a unique sparkle for old Garni. It must be useful garbage that he found with his own hands.

Old Ghani would help him if he could truly understand the daily lives of the humble.

If he can't understand this kind of suffering and can't get rid of the arrogance in his heart, then old Gani will help that annoying fox in turn.

Come on, slap your paws.

That's it. "

——

"What? It wants me to pick up trash for it myself?"

After leaving the Scavenger Holy Land, Nathanos learned about Old Garni's "request" from Blake. The ranger said with an incredulous look:

"What kind of demonic request is this? I don't remember that I have offended it? Why does it torture me like this?"

"Don't worry, old Garni just hates rich people."

Black led the ranger towards the ruins of Night Town and said to him:

"Loa is a hater of rich people. Who asked you to dress so neatly and gorgeously in front of him? Look at me, I am now wearing a set of completely damaged assassin armor. How down-to-earth I am."

"Nonsense, you are richer than me!"

Marius retorted:

"I just have a farm in Lordaeron, and you have a whole fleet. You also brag that you found the Zandalari Pirate King's treasure and can buy a kingdom in Northern Xinjiang.

You are the damn rich man!

Why does it relate so well to you? "

"Well, let me think."

Black put his fingers on his forehead and made a thinking movement. After a few seconds, he made a "suddenly enlightened" expression and said to the ranger:

"Maybe it's because I won't just comfort others and say everything will be fine without knowing the truth, right?"

"you"

This sentence immediately reminded Nathanos of his previous contact with the refugees.

He pursed his lips and asked:

"I just said something stupid, didn't I? These people don't like kings and lords?"

"No, no, they don't know Varian Wrynn, why do they hate the little king? But I think they have enough reasons to hate the local lord."

Blake said softly:

"Do you know how many people were here before the orcs invaded the Dusk Forest? And do you know how many people were left here after the orcs were driven away by the darkness?

Do you know why there was an extra large cemetery on Crow Ridge within a few years?

Alas, Nathanos, you are a good man.

I know that you are brave, humble and caring, but you have not experienced their pain, and you are not qualified to tell them that everything will be fine when the lord is back.

Torches, or holy light, cannot illuminate this forest.

The darkness here doesn't just hang on the surface.

More in people’s hearts.

Okay, listen to my advice.

After finishing this, go pick up garbage with the local refugees for two days. Old Garni will help you. He is a very talkative loa and is one of my two favorite loa.

You won't lose money by making friends with it.

Well, there's someone in front!

This should be the friend we are looking for. "

"Buzz"

Blake's hell horse was canceled the next moment.

The moment he landed, he jumped into the shadows. Nathanos, who was riding with him, reacted equally quickly. He rolled onto the ground and entered the disguise of a ranger.

In the dark twilight forest, the ranger's camouflage effect is no worse than stealth. Moreover, the group of guys wandering in the ruins of the town in front of them were in a strange state. They could not find the two people hiding.

In fact, these guys in black robes and black hats were holding a weird ceremony in the center of the abandoned town.

Black gestured to Nathanos, and the two quietly approached the ruins of the town. Thanks to their superhuman perception, they quickly saw and heard the whispers of the abnormal guys.

"Archbishop Selin called us together and showed us the teachings of light and shadow. She opened up our closed eyes and allowed us to find new paths."

Under the firelight burning in the darkness, on the altar in the center of the town, a refugee was lying in a pool of blood, his eyes open blankly.

The breath of life had almost escaped from her body, and what was left here was a cold body covered with strange scars, which was not a murder.

This is a sacrifice.

And judging from the black tattered robes worn by the refugee, she was also one of these guys.

At least a follower.

There was a deep, muddy voice, echoing under the fluttering firelight, coming from seven figures in black standing around the altar, and on the periphery, there were more than a dozen humble followers.

They were discussing something, something that could only be told in the dark and not in the sun.

"Bishop Serling was a great person and no one can slander her for her dedication to a just cause."

"She is our leader. She leads us incompetent people to stand up again from the abyss of failure. She repays the pain and disasters that the orcs inflicted on our compatriots tenfold to those alien demons."

"We should have continued to follow her and continue to delve deeper into the fascinating knowledge of light and shadow."

"but"

"The orcs have failed. They were defeated in the Burning Steppes. They fled in panic. They can no longer harm our compatriots."

"Therefore, it is time for this crazy killing in the name of revenge to end."

"It's time for our teachings to become purer, Shadows of Forgotten."