Azeroth Shadow Trail

Chapter 168 76. Die laughing, do you really think I have a conscience?

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

For the past few days, they had looked out over the golden city of Zuldazar.

The golden city was surrounded by countless small pyramids, built on a towering mountain range, spreading over half of the mountain range, surrounded by golden sculptures and shrines intertwined with the woodland, forming the capital of a powerful kingdom.

There, it represents the majesty of the Zandalari 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, they all praised it with emotion when they saw it again.

There is also a lot of pride on the face.

And the cruel orcs are in awe of this golden city.

They had never seen such magnificent buildings in their home world, which was already on the verge of death, and in the Eastern Kingdom, which had been attacked and plundered for six years.

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

It has been nearly 14,000 years since the first foundation was laid

This time was even two thousand years earlier than the birth of the ancient empire of elves.

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

But that's not even the most legendary story about the Zandalari trolls.

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

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

It was established four thousand years earlier than the City of Gold!

But unfortunately, the ancient holy city of the Zandalari trolls has now changed its name, called the "Heart of Darkness", and exists in the Nazmir jungle that has returned to decay and barbarism.

Now, you all know why Bwonsamdi's Hades Palace was built in Nazmir, a place where no shit is possible?

The palace of the underworld, which is now dilapidated and completely in ruins, was the "most prosperous" area in the world of Azeroth when civilization was born 16,000 years ago.

Bwonsamdi was no lonely old man.

Even showing off their wealth is so low-key.

Take a random stone with murals from the Underworld and show it to the explorers of the Dwarf Explorers Association. Those dwarves will probably jump for joy.

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

But the undead pirates who are still weak now don't have the guts to imitate their predecessor Zandalari pirate king Zemlan and rush into the city of gold to plunder wantonly.

They were just on the coast, drooling over the legendary treasures of the Golden City.

Then, before the Zandalari Gold Fleet came to drive them away, they fled in the direction of the Nazmir jungle, drove along the coastline for nearly two days, and finally arrived at the agreed meeting point.

In the afternoon sun, on the coastline of the dark jungle of Nazmir, a tropical island scene.

Foxman's "Alpaca" is docking at the edge of the jungle, outside a sandbar deep into the sea.

This kind of Zandalari fleet will only have it. The huge monster carrying the pterodactyl knight and the royal war beast pen is already filled with supplies to be transported to Vashj'ir.

On the large deck, you can still see some tortoise guards with weapons.

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

There are also some adult fox people who are leading their precious alpacas out of the animal pen under the second deck to bask in the sun on the upper deck.

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

"Captain! Captain! Here we are!"

Eudora, wearing a small pirate hat bought from the tortoise, is standing proudly on the prow of the Alpaca, and she wears the thrashing blade given to her by Bo Laike at her waist.

He also put blindfolds on his eyes and wore a red leather armor. Apart from the furry tail, he already looked like a pirate.

She has very good eyesight, and from a long distance, she saw three ships sailing side by side, so she waved her paws and yelled over there.

The people over there will definitely not hear it.

But Eudora knew it, and the captain could hear it!

"crash"

Under the surface of the sea only tens of meters away from the Alpaca, the Nagfar, like a deep-diving behemoth, separated from the sea and floated to the surface of the sea in a shocking way as before.

The ghost ship's rotting mast, which had been hung with tattered strips like the shroud of the dead, was finally replaced with a complete sail, which finally changed it a bit.

As the sun shone, Laike, 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 glanced behind him again.

Her first mate, the pirate ghost dragon Sefiel, has already quietly pushed into the shadow of the poop. As a ghost, she instinctively hates sunlight.

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

Braike held the steering wheel of the Nagfar, and he called out to Eudora, and the vulpe standing at the bow made a gesture of OK, and immediately rode on his loyal coyote, Shouted a few words.

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

"Hey, ma'am, why didn't you come forward to say hello, I thought you were trapped in the jungle and were captured by those blood troll barbarians as slaves."

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

The next moment, Garona appeared from the shadows with a strange expression, and she said to Bo Laike:

"I have learned more secrets about darkness from Sirik the Night Lord. It stands to reason that it is impossible for you to sense my coming."

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

Bu Laike laughed and straightened his black captain's hat. He looked at Garona who hadn't changed, and said:

"It seems that ma'am, you had a great time playing with that big bat. When will the power of legend advance again? Don't forget to call me to watch the ceremony.

I'd love to see, too, the birth of a shadowy 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 blood-stained cloth bag from her magic luggage, threw it to Bu Laike, and walked into the cabin of the Nagfar without looking back. She yawned and said:

"I helped you find the 'souvenir' there, but unfortunately only found one. Hunting the blood troll matriarch is a terrible job in that goddamn jungle.

I'm going to rest for a few days, don't bother me recently. "

Bu Laike looked at the cloth bag in his hand, opened it, and found a child-sized egg inside, which should be the egg of some kind of giant beast, and the surface was covered with layers of scales.

It looks like a dragon egg.

"cool!"

The pirate blew a whistle and tossed the thing up and down in his hand. He turned his head and said to his first mate Sefiel:

"Look, a Tin Devilsaur egg! Give this as a gift to that poor lame Nathanos, and he'll probably dance happily."

"Don't you use it yourself?"

Safiel asked suspiciously:

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

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

The pirate waved his hand, and said modestly and proudly:

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

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

Sefiel folded her arms and hung in the air. She floated over and whispered to Bo Laike:

"But you said before that you want Garona to help you with things and tell her about her relatives, but it's been so long, why hasn't she asked?"

"She's afraid, my mate."

Bu Laike spun the steering wheel and let the Nagfar sink into the water bit by bit. The pirate said softly:

"She knows her mother is dead, she knows she's a draenei-orc half-breed, she knows she must be happy to have loved ones alive.

But along with the joy came a touch of fear.

You know how the orcs treat their hybrids, and she knows it too, and she's also worried that her only remaining relatives also regard her as a 'Half Olsen'.

In particular, she did help Gul'dan for a period of time and killed many Draenei.

If I were her.

I also fear the contempt and hatred from relatives.

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

My poor friend will eventually find her loved ones too.

now, let's go.

We should go home. "

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Traveling from Zandalar all the way to the eastern mainland is much easier than Bu Laike's journey from the Broken Isles to Zandalar.

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

The night after sailing for six days.

"We'll stop at Stranglethorn, where the goblins live, to get enough supplies and fresh water, and we'll kick Red and his orcs overboard while we're there.

I also want to find some time to disembark to deal with Ms. Aegwynn and bring poor Merry back. "

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

"Stranglethorn Vale is now a war neutral zone.

But the alliance's offensive oppresses the orcs and they have no time to care about the coastline. The only thing we have to pay attention to there is the possible appearance of Kul Tiras warships.

It's best not to deal with them, just hide when you can.

After selling the troll's ship in Booty Bay and replacing it with a human merchant ship, and staying for a short time, we headed north all the way to support Vashj'ir for our ancestor tortoise friend.

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

I still have a few big jobs to do during this time.

As for you, you can do whatever you want, just take it as a familiarity with this rich and chaotic continent."

"captain!"

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

The mate looked at him and said:

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

"Then go grab it."

Bu Laike casually said:

"Ask me why?"

Safiel hesitated, and she said:

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

"swish"

In the next moment, all eyes in the cabin were on Bu Laike. They all knew the true identity of Bu Laike, but the eyes of these people were different.

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

"It depends on what I do!"

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

dare to resist"

Bu Laike paused and said with emphasis:

"killed!"

(end of this chapter)