Shadow Trails in Azeroth

What is the most important quality for a successful liar?

Is it unparalleled eloquence? Is it a superb deception? Or the ability to oil the soles of your feet?

neither.

Although the above three abilities are important foundations for becoming a successful liar, the first priority for a liar to live a long time is to have a pair of eyes that can distinguish right from wrong.

To put it in layman's terms, you have to tell at a glance who is suitable as a fat sheep, and for those who can't be offended, run as far as possible.

From this point of view, old Griftar cannot be regarded as a successful liar.

Although he has made a lot of money in his fraud career over the past few decades.

His list of "victims" includes human nobles, troll clan leaders, ancestral turtle tome sages, dwarven adventure masters, and elven mages.

There is even a goblin trade prince who is considered a distinguished figure in the world of con men.

But if you often walk by the river, you will always encounter ghosts.

Being caught in the act by Black this time was definitely the most humiliating failure in the life of the "tough and brilliant" old Glivolta, and it will always exist as a stain in the old troll's wounded heart.

He chose the wrong target for his deception.

Just like the familiar plot in all stories, the master ruined himself because of a small mistake.

To be honest, when Blake's black hole gun was aimed at his head, Grivolta vaguely saw Bwonsamdi, the God of Death, who was sneering at him, floating behind the human pirate, and was still making obscene and sarcastic remarks to him. gesture.

He thought he was going to die.

But in fact, it didn't happen. When he was woken up by the cold wind on the sea, his crotch, which was so cold because he was scared to pee, told the old Griffota a cruel reality.

Then, the old liar contributed his real treasure without any hesitation, and under the coercion of the pirates, he smoothly expressed his willingness to join the undead pirates and serve the evil and powerful Captain Black.

After all the above, the old troll changed his pants and was carried by two terrifying immortal sea knights and thrown into the captain's cabin.

In front of him, Blake was sitting on a troll-style gold chair, holding a luxurious ocean tide silk handkerchief in his hand, carefully cleaning the dirt on the appearance of the elegant and weird magic lamp.

This is a real physical job.

I don’t know how long this lamp has been abandoned.

It is covered with dirt from the years, which cannot be removed by ordinary wiping. The pirates must infuse their magic power to clean off the dirt.

This represents the magic of this lamp.

Beside Blake, Elya Blue Moon and Prince Faroldis were looking at the lamp in Blake's hand in admiration. As well-informed upper elf legendary arcanists, the two of them quickly gave own judgment.

"I remember that there was a lamp very similar to it in Queen Azshara's private treasury."

The Magic Prince said hesitantly:

"But I can't confirm whether the lamp in your hand is the same lamp as the one the Queen treasured at that time."

"Although this lamp is abandoned, its casting process does not exist in the material world."

Ms. Alya Blue Moon said very academically:

"Its entity is made of the purest elements mixed with strange metals. I have heard of this casting method, but every story is related to the mysterious elemental realm."

"It comes from the Sky Wall and was born during the War of Overlord, which was the mythical era nearly a million years ago."

While wiping the dirt on the magic lamp, the pirate said to the two mentors:

"I know it's called the 'Magic Lamp of Al Abbas', and it's said to have the ability to grant wishes. The one in my hand should be the one that Queen Azshara treasures.

After all, I had never heard of the existence of a second magic lamp.

But how it was rediscovered and how it ended up in the hands of an old liar, I still don’t have a clue, but maybe the amazing Mr. Grivolta will be willing to answer our questions. "

The next moment, the eyes of the three guys fell on the old troll liar who stood up tremblingly. The meaning of in-depth investigation made the old troll tremble.

Ruined.

The two legends are both high-class elves. I am afraid that his old fate will be handed over here today.

Before Blake could continue to ask questions, or before the elves could use the "Great Memory Restoration Technique" on him, the old liar wiped the sweat from his forehead and said it all in a very spineless manner.

"I found it in the Great Desert of Silithus."

Grivolta rubbed his hands, and the troll liar with colorful and weird spells on his face showed a very smooth and flattering smile, and he said:

"At that time, I had just helped the goblins sell a batch of expired military rations to the druids in Cenarion Fortress, and I quickly ran away before they discovered it.

But those druids were fierce.

They kept chasing me and forced me into a strange valley full of crystal growth in the north of Silithus.

The druids seemed to be very afraid of that place, and they did not continue to chase me, but the valley was full of violent elemental creatures, and I almost died there.

But Bwonsamdi finally gave me a chance to escape. While escaping under the cover of night, I found this lamp among some rocks.

Ah, Lord Black is indeed an evil great man who must do something great. Your knowledge makes me feel ashamed, even far more than the proud priests of Zandalari.

I took it to the Dark Prophet Zul for inspection, intending to give it as a gift to the Prophet, but Zul refused my visit. He only told me that the fate of this lamp did not belong to him, nor to me.

And not even Zul knew its name.

But something that can attract the attention of the Dark Prophet must be an absolute peerless treasure. I don’t know how to use it, so I keep it with me. "

Having said this, the old troll rubbed his hands again and looked at the magic lamp that Blake was about to wipe clean with a painful look on his face.

He said:

"It seems that my mission is to bring it to you, and its destiny is you, my great and evil captain. You see, from the perspective of destiny, I am the one who gives it to you. Goods'.

The meeting last night was an arrangement of fate.

So, for the sake of fate, please don't pursue my stupid behavior and treat poor me like a fart, okay? "

"not good."

Blake raised his head and said:

“In your words, it was fate that sent you to me, and my friend Old Garni has been urging me to become his ‘big scavenger’. This is a rare honor.

Unfortunately, I am a person who is indifferent to fame and wealth, so I decided to give this honor to you.

Grivolta, you are born to be the kind of troll that old Garni craves. Go ahead, go to the big garbage dump shrine outside the town of Losberg, and just say that I recommended you to go there.

Old Garni will definitely be very satisfied. Work hard with him. If you still want to do bad things, you should keep your eyes open next time. "

After saying that, the pirate waved his hand, indicating that the old liar could leave.

But Grivolta lingered and refused to leave. He said:

"Well, I have kept this lamp for decades. I have always wanted to figure out how to use it. Maybe today I can do it. Oh, great and evil captain, let me see the world."

"Okay."

Blake got the magic lamp today and was in a good mood, and didn't care about Grivolta watching.

After a few minutes, he carefully controlled the magic power and wiped off the last piece of dirt on the surface of the magic lamp. Although the lamp in his hand was still dusty, the character card already gave a rather strange entry:

The Magic Lamp of Al Abbas

No grade [currently: excellent quality, can be improved]·Elemental Creation

use:

Sacrifice a magical creation, summon the mysterious wind elemental "Djinn" Al Abbas, and conduct a transaction with it.

Item Description:

There has always been a legend about the "magic lamp" in Azeroth. It is said that if you get the magic lamp, you can get three opportunities to make wishes from the djinn. The mysterious djinn will grant all wishes.

But in fact this is just a myth.

"The Djinn" Al Abbas does not have the power to fulfill wishes. He is just a mysterious element merchant, but he can indeed fulfill most of his "wishes" in another way.

Be careful with this lamp, it has a big appetite.

If you cannot meet the djinn's trading conditions, a terrible fate awaits you.

"Look carefully, the correct way to use it is this."

Blake stood up and took out a piece of high-quality equipment from his bag. With a hint of physical pain, he opened the lid and "threw" the equipment in.

The magic lamp was only about the size of a palm, and the equipment was so big that it should not have been inserted into it. However, as the pirate made a move to discard it, the black spout was surrounded by light wind, as if it was being sucked in by a storm.

The solidified magic power on the elf's equipment was drained away in one breath, leaving only the equipment that turned into a blank slate and fell on the table. The magic lamp shook for a while, and a lot of weird "coins" were poured out in the "dumping" of the pirates. ".

They are round and look like gold coins.

But it is somewhere between reality and reality, as if it will turn into air and dissipate in the next moment.

The pirate picked up a handful of air coins, tossed them in his hand, smiled at the three people around him who were staring at him, and threw the air coins back into the lamp.

Then he grabbed the magic lamp and started rubbing it wildly.

A few seconds later, with the loud roar of the storm and the whimpering of the strong wind, a large strange creature swung out of the magic lamp.

That's a wind element.

Lines of orange-red wind entwine to form its marshmallow-like body, its hands and its face. Of course, the wind element has no facial features, and can only vaguely see a pair of shining eyes and mouth.

This wind element also had a rather joyful hat on its head, like a luxuriously decorated headband, which reminded Blake of the classic attire of Asans.

The moment it appeared, Dean Blue Moon and Prince Farodis immediately raised their weapons. The Dean protected the pirate behind him and said in a serious and frightened tone:

"This is a weak demigod. What the hell did you summon!"

The useless Grivolta was already lying on the ground shivering.

The power of a wind elemental demigod made the old troll feel like he was in the eye of the storm and could be torn apart by the strong wind flowing around him at any time.

The moment Al Abbas appeared, the sea wind within at least a thousand nautical miles around Tol Barad became chaotic and rolled, quickly centering on this island, disrupting the surrounding sea areas.

Several of Gilneas's training ships were so unlucky that they almost sank in the chaotic storm.

"No, no, no, the respected Al Abbas is not a demigod, he is just an elemental merchant who is tired of war and hates the use of force."

The pirate put his hand on the serious dean's shoulder, signaling the two of them not to be nervous. He straightened his clothes and made a strange courtesy to the wind element in front of him, who was condescendingly looking at his ears.

And the wind element also put together its "hands" and responded with a strange courtesy.

This action makes it look like it's easy to talk.

"I see you, little mortal, thank you for taking good care of my lamp."

The wind elemental demigod made a thunderous sound. It was in Salas language, which was very orthodox and ancient. It said to the three people in front of it:

"So, where is my dear friend Azshara? Why hasn't she traded with me for ten thousand years? Is she going to violate the original transaction contract?"

"Ah, Queen Azshara encountered some 'changes'. She made a failed investment with the Burning Legion, causing her family fortune to disappear.

She is now a pauper. "

Blake explained:

"The great Queen is still in the difficult process of reviving her family business, so the transaction contract between her and you will be fulfilled by me. We can continue to use pure magic power in exchange for air coins. I just don't know what you can provide. What kind of reward do I have?”

"Well, a wise little bug, I like him."

The wind elemental demigod laughed.

This action caused wind and clouds to surge over the entire Tol Barad, and a terrifying thunderstorm was brewing.

"Don't laugh! Take back your power, mysterious and powerful Al Abbas, you are going to destroy my little industry too."

The pirate yelled.

This rude scolding made Dean Lanyue and the Magic Prince break into cold sweats.

But the element merchant gathered his power obediently, and in just an instant, he transformed from a powerful demigod into a harmless breeze.

He is very much like a good businessman. Some philistines replied:

"What I can give you depends on what you want. Tell me, little bug, what are you going to buy from me?"

"No, no, no, I want to sell you something."

Blake pursed his lips and said:

"Prince Windchaser Sunderland is still alive. Can you send this news to Sky Wall? I think His Majesty Al'Akir will be very happy to hear this news."

"This information is worthless."

Al Abbas replied disdainfully:

"The power of the Silent Wind in Sunderland has never dissipated, and even the weakest Wind within the Skywall knows it is alive unless you can save it from the hated Ragnaros.

But this is of no use, the elemental realm is now solid, and even the moody Al'Akir cannot give you the reward you deserve.

Change it to another one. "

"Um, what if I could break the elemental realm?"

The pirate rubbed his chin, made a "yidi diu" gesture, and said:

"You can't open it all, but you can open it a little bit, so that the sky wall can resonate with the material world again."

"Ha, you're definitely kidding me."

The wind elemental demigod was even more disdainful. It yawned and said:

"If you can really do it, Al'Akir will be ecstatic, and you can get everything you want."

"Very well, then please ask the great Al Abbas to send this news back to the Sky Wall."

Blake waved his hand and said confidently:

"By the way, be a middleman and sign a contract with me and the Wind Rider. If I can open the elemental realm, I want the Sky Wall to permanently grant my fleet the ability to control storms!"