MTL - Azeroth Shadow Trail-Chapter 167 75. The Road to God

   Chapter 167 75. The Road to God

   Going down to the reef at night, Blake casually found a chair inlaid with gems and skulls in Treasure Mountain, leaned on it, and looked at the locked diary in his hand.

   This thing is very old at first glance. If you touch it with your fingers, it will break the cover of the diary.

   It has been covered up by Zemlan for thousands of years, and it only saw the light of day in these two days, and Zemlan's crazy appearance before his death actually called this thing his real "treasure".

   It can be seen that this thing is really a bit "material".

  The pirate stroked the rough cover of the notebook, his heart was pounding, he seemed to be able to anticipate what kind of secrets were described in this thing.

   But first open the lock on the diary.

  Since there is a lock, there must be a corresponding key.

  Black stroked the keyhole, and after a few seconds, he raised his head, put his fingers in his mouth, and whistled fiercely.

The special skill granted by the    Pirate King suit was activated, and the undead eagle named Old Bone Eater flapped its wings, appeared silently in the dark night, and stood on Black's shoulder.

   "The key around your neck, I need it."

  Black put the dilapidated diary in his hand and raised it. When Old Bone saw the diary, he immediately raised his head and quacked a few times. In its dark eye sockets, the sparkling fire of the soul also twitched.

   This time Blake reached for the rusty key hanging from his neck again, and the old Bonebiter didn't peck him with his beak again.

   Let the pirate take off the key, insert it into the lock of the diary, and twist it gently, the diary that has been sealed for thousands of years is opened, and a smell of decay is coming.

   The pirates were able to read the words in the diary clearly through the jewels emanating from the treasures on the Treasure Island, and the first sentence written on the first page made Blake raise his brows:

   "I don't want to be a mortal anymore!"

   "Sure enough."

  Blake was overjoyed.

   When he fought with the Zandalari Pirate King, whose strength had declined seriously, Black noticed that Zemran had a mythical class.

   That guy is a Loa who failed in promotion.

   And this diary left by Zemlan should describe the process of his pursuit of the path of the gods.

   He continued reading.

The first page of    used a lot of space to describe Zemlan's own mental process of making this decision, which is more like his summary of the first half of his life:

   "Today, one of my captains died.

   is not death by looting, not by battle, but by old age at the end of life.

   For a pirate, this is a rare luck.

  We buried him at sea, everyone on the boat was celebrating him, and my dishonest first mate, Gaboa, shed tears hypocritically.

   But I don't think it's a blessing.

   He is the most brutal subordinate of the Pirate King of Zandalar. He is a famous pirate in this sea area. His name is used by the nobles of Zuldazar to scare their bad boys.

   He swept over the golden city of Zuldazar with me.

   Join me in the Maelstrom to pursue the remnants of the Naga and loot their cities.

   He also joined me in intercepting a group of strange elves who left Kalimdor and headed to the wilderness to reclaim the wasteland.

   But he died.

   All this is meaningless.

   As his captain, I will die too.

   Although I live a long time as a troll, death is still approaching every day, and Bwonsamdi will eventually take me, just as he took my men today.

what!

   I'm almost the most powerful pirate in the world.

  I am sitting on a wealth that is coveted by countless people, and those who want to kill me can line up from the shores of the Vol'dun Desert to the dark heart of Nazmir.

  I have great power, I enjoy the first-class power in the world, I conquer the sea.

   Whether it is the Golden King of Zandalar, or the Priest of the Moon in Kalimdor, my name will appear in their palaces and echo in their every nightmare.

   I bullied their people, robbed their treasures, burned their cities, and they could do nothing against me.

  Unfortunately, the more this happened, the more empty I felt.

   A sense of urgency.

   I can't get any closer!

  The struggle of mortals is limited. As a mortal, I have too many limitations.

   There are so many places in this world, so many secrets, so many treasures!

   What's in the southernmost desert of Kalimdor? What secrets are there in the fog of the South China Sea? Why did Dazar, the golden king of Zandalar, take his people away from the glorious Zul Nazman countless years ago?

   I'm just a pirate, I'm not a scholar.

   But these questions still make me sleepless, their existence means that the world is not what I see it! They were laughing at me, just an ant lying on the ground looking up at the sky.

   said that I have never seen the reality of this world.

   I have traveled outside those secrets several times, but have never been able to set foot in them.

   You can see it, but you can't touch it.

   This is simply too embarrassing.

   Those ordinary gadgets that exude golden light, the blood light from the tip of the knife, the burning city and the wailing of the weak, can no longer satisfy me.

  I must find the answers! I have to go to another level to make a difference!

   Not just for fighting death

   I must find a way to become a god! "

   This is the end of the first page.

  Blake shook his head. He looked at the questions raised on the weathered animal skin paper on it. These secrets that Zemran could not know when he was still young had answers in his mind.

   But he wouldn't choose to say it.

   He turned to the second page.

   The shattered Gaboa around him was recovering and was yelling, while the little fish and the old bone-eating eagle were already scrambling together. In the sea not far away, the three ships belonging to Blake could vaguely see shadows.

  They are sailing this way.

   But none of the noise disturbed Blake's examination of the diary.

  Zemran didn't keep a diary every day, and there was no such thing as a captain who hadn't cleaned up or cursed a stupid enemy in the diary.

  This unruly pirate king will only write down important things on it.

   "I talked to the priests of Shadra, the goddess of conspiracy, and bought a way to steal Loa's power from them.

  I specially found a bunch of **** to please old Gani, the patron saint of secrets, and from it I learned some secrets that only the gods of Loa can share.

   I even went deep into the ruins of Nazmir and discussed with the blood troll barbarians their **** of blood.

   They graciously taught me how to lure a deity into corruption with blood magic.

  I went to Zullaghbu to visit the remnants of the once glorious Gurubashi Empire. In order to maintain their strength, those idiots even believed in a evil god!

   really made me laugh out loud as a rude pirate.

   I'm not far away to visit the territory of the forest trolls.

  The Amani Empire is growing strong, and they are attacking the elves who migrated to that barren land, but I am not interested in war, what I am looking for is the weakness of the Loa they believe in.

   But it turns out that those bird gods are weak and capricious, they are not worth believing in, they should be left to the stupid Amani tribe!

   It's been a long journey.

   But it inspired me a lot and I learned a lot.

   It is easy to become a pure spirit Loa.

   There are many trolls before me who have been 'given' this honor, but that's not what I want, and that means I'm going to throw away my body.

   Like a ghost, attached to a powerful loa being.

   But a real Loa should be composed of two parts: soul and body.

   The soul is immortal, and the body is immortal.

  It is necessary for the two to become one, so that I can transcend the mundane and reach the realm of the gods that I desire.

   I had planned to travel to the cold north to visit the frost trolls who had been banished from Zandalar for being rude and savage.

   But during the trip, I received a secret message.

   I must return to Zandalar, to the place where I was born. The serpent people in the desert of Vol'dun are subtly divided, and the temple of Sethraliss guarded by them is becoming empty.

   A once-in-a-lifetime opportunity is in front of me.

   In that temple is buried the **** of the serpent people, the mighty mysterious mistress Setaris, she is dead, but I know that the serpent people have been trying to resurrect their gods.

   Sethralus had left a ray of hope for his resurrection before he died.

  Her hope will also become my hope. "

   Reading this, Blake blinked.

   He probably expected that Zemran, who was full of confidence, would encounter problems next.

   Although the pirate king Zemran was well prepared, he still underestimated what a Loa could do. He turned to the next page, and it was as he expected:

   "Damn! She can still feel it!

   Even if she has been dead for a thousand years, she can still perceive what is happening in the material world! The egg that gave birth to the divine body of Loa was less than ten meters in front of my eyes!

   But I can't get anywhere near it.

The angry soul of    Sethralus cursed me from another world.

   She dropped a bolt of lightning that wiped all my preparations in vain.

   Her followers discovered my infiltration.

   Snake people are crazy!

   All the serpent people of Vol'dun have gathered and attacked my port, dominated by their zeal for the gods, and attacked my men as if unafraid of death.

   I lost a lot.

   The three serpent prophets have prepared the sorcery that will destroy the world, my fleet will be finished, just today

   I heard Bwonsamdi laugh.

   I know, that pesky death has been watching my actions.

   It has been waiting for this moment, looking forward to me in desperation, bowing to him and praying, it must have prepared a deal for me, but I will not let it happen.

  My ritual is ready, just a touch of mojo to activate.

   Although it is frustrating not to be able to obtain a body of a god, but in the current situation, if I can complete the promotion of the soul, I can still keep my fleet, my power and my wealth.

   I'm just one ball of the spirits of the gods.

  Whether it's from Setaris or Bwonsamdi, as long as there is a group of goblins.

   Once I become a loa, not even Bwonsamdi will try to take me away.

   At this moment, I want to promise Bwonsamdi's deal, deceive the magic spirit in his hand, and then complete my road to becoming a god.

   It's easy, it's not hard.

   As long as I lied to death."

This is the end of the    diary, which is not long.

   But there is a hint of aftertaste at the end.

After   Zemran's plan to seize the power of the serpent gods failed, in desperation, he chose to defraud Bwonsamdi. It's like a gambler who loses everything and throws his bets in the end.

  Zemran's failed promotion proves that Bwonsamdi is not that easy to cheat.

   And what was recorded in this diary also proves that Bwonsamdi's curse on this land was not just because Zemran failed to complete the transaction.

   This represents Bwonsamdi, a warning to the over-the-top who seek to claim its power.

   "Zemran's failure is because he underestimated the difficulty of this matter. It's not that there is a problem with the ritual itself, he just chose the wrong target."

  Black turned the diary to the next page, Zemlan generously left behind the rituals and methods of divine power he had used, which made Black a treasure.

   He stroked the weathered animal hide paper in front of him and said:

   "From the very beginning, we aimed at a powerful Loa like Setaris, and after a failure, a guy like Bwonsamdi was the replacement, Zemran's adventure plan was doomed to fail from the very beginning.

   His ambitions were so great that he forgot to look at his feet, and then he fell.

  If it was me who did it, then I would.”

   He stood up from his chair on Treasure Mountain and looked towards the Wharton Desert. He whispered:

   "There, there is a powerful loa that is being conceived. And in this world, there are loa believed by trolls everywhere, those creatures that surpass death, everywhere.

  I just need to be patient and cautious, and have gained enough experience from Gul'dan and Zemlan's two failed paths to becoming gods.

   Well, that doesn't sound difficult at all. "

   (end of this chapter)