MTL - Azeroth Shadow Trail-v2 Chapter 1919 47. When you owe Black a favor...【Seek

   Chapter 1919 47. When you owe Black a favor. 【Seeking Monthly Ticket 33】

   "Wow, so many babies."

  After Black ended his connection with the material world, Bwonsamdi, the cunning guy, jumped out of the shadows like a bear child of tens of thousands of years.

   He looked at the mountains of tribute that were placed around Blake, and the eyes on the skeleton face were full of surprise and greed.

   He looked at the boxes that were opened beside the evil god, and the little golden oranges and oranges in them looked so pleasing, so Bwonsamdi rubbed his hands and said to Blake:

   "Ah, noble evil god, can I touch your gold coins?"

   "No, get out!"

  The evil **** slapped Bwonsamdi's paw away, looked around again, and said arrogantly:

   "I want to buy the ownership and control of your temple, as my treasure trove in the shadow world, how much does it cost?"

   "No money, free!"

  Bangsandi Gaga smiled and spread his hands, and said in the trolls' signature slappy voice:

   "Take whatever you fancy, and treat it as a reward for old Bwonsamdi's favor."

   "You want to be beautiful."

  The pirate sneered and kicked a box full of high-quality soul stones beside his feet.

   Those irregular soul stones with a dark green aura in the purple smashed to the ground, making a crisp sound and at the same time causing the demon souls bound in the soul stones to scream miserably.

  Black pointed to the scattered stones and said to Bwonsamdi:

   "The souls of nine hundred and ninety-nine elite demons, you can take these cute little things as servants, or eat them as small snacks with the screams of Muezala.

   For the **** of death, the soul is always the most precious thing. "

   "Ha, I won't be sleepy if you say this."

  The old troll Reaper was suspended in the air, rubbing his chin and showing an expression of "it's hard for me to help you with your money", he exaggeratedly said:

   "You don't know how much energy Old Bwonsamdi spent to build this underworld palace amid the oppression and humiliation of the Faye Elves, and he wanted to send me off with such a little soul?

no way!

   At least ten times more is about the same. "

   "Oh, this is what you said, come on, write you an IOU."

Blake grinned grimly, picked up a scroll and wrote an IOU of nine thousand nine hundred and ninety-nine souls, tore it off and stuffed it into Bwonsamdi's hand, and patted Bwonsamdi on the shoulder again. Say:

   "There are almost a million souls from Azeroth in the Maw. After we are done, you can pick 10,000 souls, you can pick them as you like, and if you want more, speak up and I will give them to you.

   I have a good relationship with Maw Yuan's new warden, so I still have some face. "

"what?"

   Bwonsamdi rounded his eyes, put his hand on Blake's forehead again, and said:

"Are you having a fever? Isn't Zoval still there? Where is the new warden? Where are you going to find an Eternal to replace him? That is the most capable hero in the shadow world, almost comparable to Titan's fighting power is up."

   "I said yes, that's it, don't ask about the details, you mere demigod should pay attention to the things that you should pay attention to in this sad rank, okay?"

   Black pouted and said:

   "For example, go and see how your crotch-pulling friends are preparing for this battle of resistance, I don't want to see a group of soft-footed shrimp appear on the battlefield in the heart of the forest.

   I will kill anyone who dares to drop the chain, no exaggeration.

   Also, get out of my treasury! You **** old troll, put down the gem you smuggled in your pocket, be careful I chop your hand off. "

   "Damn! This is my gem!"

   Bwonsamdi pulled a troll-style gemstone pendant from his pocket and yelled:

   "Here's a cutie I got from King Rastakhan, and lo and behold, it's got my name on it! It's a gift my priests made for me to celebrate my 20,000th birthday!

  You villain! "

   "Huh? Why did you **** troll thief want to engrave your name on my gem! Are you provocative?"

  Black unceremoniously snatched the gem from the troll's hand and wiped it, and the name belonging to Bwonsamdi on the gem was wiped clean.

   He whistled and threw Bwonsamdi's gems into his lavish pile of tribute, and the melodious sound of the gems falling into the gold made Black's mood all the better.

   "Okay, your favor is over for you. Be happy, today is a good day, isn't it?"

  Blake patted the angry Bwonsamdi on the shoulder with his pipe in his mouth, causing the old troll to shudder. He suspended behind the pirates and left the temple that no longer belonged to him, and asked:

   "This is the end? Such a big favor is over like this? No? It's not your style to be so generous, are you really having a fever?"

   "I'm happy, can you handle it?"

The Evil God pouted, walked out of the palace and threw a mass of Void Seeds backwards without looking back. When it fell into the gate of the temple, it took root, and under the gaze of Bwonsamdi's toothache, strange purple roots formed the entire gate of the temple. Wrap it up.

   This bastard!

   used the godhead blockade on his treasure house, who is this guarding against?

   Heck! In his mind, was he, the troll **** of death, a little thief who would sneak into other people's treasuries and steal?

   Who is this looking down on?

  嘁.

   The old troll snorted, and smashed the treasure house key just copied in his hand. Why don't you steal it if you don't steal it? What a big deal?

   Anyway, this treasure trove is in his own underworld. When Blake kills himself one day, don’t all the treasures here belong to him?

   Considering the character of the evil **** who is always making trouble, his accidental death is a matter of time.

  You only need to wait patiently to inherit the death treasure of the silent one.

cool!

   Bwonsamdi snorted triumphantly after completing his self-persuasion. He followed Blake, who was walking outside the Hades Palace, and rambled:

   "Your guests have all been invited, reluctantly, but thanks to old Bwonsamdi's wonderful and amazing charm, they finally agreed to participate in this betrayer's meeting.

  Speaking of which, when did you put them in the Queen of Winter's Meiye Royal Court?

   Are you planning this for a long time?

   This is too scary, right? "

   "I just dug a hole."

   In the face of Bwonsamdi's praise, Blake waved his hand and said very modestly:

   "Who knows when it will be used, it turns out that digging holes at will is a good habit, look, isn't it useful?"

After   , the pirate kicked open the gate of the Hades.

   Under the gaze of Bwonsamdi's toothache, his elaborate stone gate flew out like a cannonball, and then rolled and smashed into the forest, causing a group of small animals to scream and flee.

   This huge movement also attracted the attention of several people outside the door. When they looked back, they saw Blake, who was holding a pipe and wearing a black prophet's hood, striding out accompanied by Bwonsamdi.

   "Black!"

The tall antler-horned ox-eagle-claw hunter, the last bearer of the Spear of the Wild, the once shamed and self-liberated legend of the High Mountains, Narmus Highling Han smiled and stood up, moving towards the one who once fought together and helped him wash away The disgraced pirate opened his arms.

   he shouted:

   "I knew we would meet again one day! I knew a man as amazing as you would not be blocked by the veil of life and death. Come, let me hug you, good friend."

   "Yo, Narmus, you're a good bastard."

Blake saw at a glance the badge of the high-level hunter of the Wild Hunting Group on the high-mountain bull breastplate in the form of a blue spirit body. This is the reward granted by the Royal Court of the Night to those really excellent hunters, and it is not an ordinary soul. things you can get.

  The pirate smiled and wanted to respond to Narmus' enthusiasm, but another tall antler reached out and stopped Narmus. He squinted at Blake and said:

   "Meet again, Prophet in Black."

   "Ha, Hoon!"

  Black didn't feel angry because of Huon Gaoling's obstruction. On the contrary, he still smiled and looked at Huen Gaolin and the "Queen's Hunter" Medal of Glory on the latter's chest.

This thing proves that Azeroth's legendary hunter Huon Highmountain is still prosperous in the world of death. He has become the Queen's most relied hunting master in this Winter Queen's woodland, directly for the Winter Queen. Serve.

   This is a "favorite"!

   is equivalent to Black's position on Queen Azshara's side. I don't know if Old Huon and his queen have some super friendship stories that the masses love to see.

  Er, with the dull temperament of the Queen of Winter, it is estimated that she will not play so well.

   "What did you call us here for?"

  Huon Gaolin obviously knew more than his own descendant, Narmus Gaolin. This hunting master who had a relationship with Black tens of thousands of years ago stared at Black.

   He said in a deep voice:

   "At this turbulent moment, you quietly appeared in the Blazing Blue Immortal Wilderness, reminding me of the ancient battle 10,000 years ago, when you also suddenly intervened in that war.

  Blake Shaw, I have no intention of confronting you, but I also ask you not to shed your terrifying power on this land. "

   "Oh, there are some cows. They are obviously from Azeroth, but now they have to stand on the opposite side of their hometown. Looking loyal and honest, they are just a stupid and loyal fool."

   Black said to Huon in a sarcastic tone:

   "What? Is the Queen of Winter so kind to you? Is it worth your zeal, preferring to carry the reputation of being a traitor to Azeroth over her stupid and shaky rule?

   I'll just ask you a question, Huen.

   Do you think that with your queen's inferior wisdom and pathetic strength, she can resist the upheaval of the shadow world that is about to be subverted? "

Hu En opened his mouth, wanting to give Black a clear answer, but he couldn't say anything. It was because he was a hunting master trusted by the Queen of Winter that he knew more about Blazing Blue Immortal Field and even the entire shadow. How intractable the troubles the nation is facing right now.

  Although he is loyal to the Queen of Winter, to be honest, Huen Gaoling, who has experienced the ancient wars and has seen the real world, really does not think that the current responses made by the Queen can be effective.

   In other words, even if all the means work, it is difficult to guarantee that Blazing Blue Immortal will survive the coming upheaval.

   He had to admit that in terms of layout, the queen he was loyal to was indeed not the opponent of the evil **** who had single-handedly manipulated the direction of the ancient battle.

   The difference between the two is too far.

   Seeing Hu En's bad expression as if he had eaten a cake, Black suddenly showed a smile in control. This is the truth. Only in real danger can one see the true ability of a leader.

   Obviously, in the eyes of bystanders like Huen, the Queen of Winter still lacks the skills.

   But Black didn't immediately add some "heart-killing words", instead, he looked at the last guy who was invited by Bwonsamdi.

   That's a Vokaji.

It is a creature unique to the blazing blue fairy field. It has a deer-like body and a humanoid upper body. It is strong and mighty. It wears sturdy wooden armor and battle helmets made by the fairies of the night with fairy magic, and carries blue metal and nature. The wood-forged halberd looks like a combination of a fully armed centaur and a jungle guardian.

   This is the main force of the Wild Hunting Group, the most powerful military organization under the Queen of Winter, and it is the real "combat race" in the Blazing Blue Immortal Wild.

   Their fighting power is good, and they can compare their strength with ordinary stone descendants. Of course, looking at their size, it is known that these guys are really good at fast interspersed and long-distance attacks in the jungle.

   The Vokayi in front of him was a hunting captain. From the marks on his armor, he knew that he was a fighting elite. At this time, he looked at Black with a pair of cold blue eyes, and his deer-like face showed an indescribably complex expression.

   "Your family misses you dear Walstein."

  Black exhaled a smoke ring and said softly to Navokay:

   "Especially your father.

  Master Deerhelm loves you so much, I heard that he charged countless times in Draenor's war against demons, and only hoped to die in the guardianship of glory, so as to come to Blaine Xianye to reunite with his son.

   But I can't let him die at this time, and I'm sure you don't want your father to die at this time of disaster, do you know why? "

   "I know, I miss him more than anyone, but I know you're right."

   The sturdy Vorkai warrior sighed.

   He lowered his head and said:

   "The order of the Shadow Kingdom has collapsed, my father will fall into the maw even if he comes, I also want to be reunited with my relatives, but to do this, we must first put the world back on track.

  I don't know who our enemies are, but I know you're declaring war on them, so if you need me to dedicate my strength, Lord Black, then I'll fight for you! "

"Have you considered?"

   Black said softly:

   "This means that you will become a traitor to the Wild Hunt, and you will be spurned by the entire Meiye Royal Court and the Faye compatriots, and they will even exile you for it."

  Old Warstein Staghelm, now Vorkai Warrior shook his head, he glanced at Huon Highling, then at Black, and said:

   "Only losers are judged, aren't they?

   When order is restored in the Shadowlands, they will call me a hero, I have participated in the battle of quicksand, and I know very well that we have to pay a lot to win.

   The worst thing is not being unable to give, but failing after giving.

   I don't know you, I've only heard of your legend.

  I don't know if it's right or wrong to pledge allegiance to you now, but to be honest, in my thousand years of observation, the Queen of Winter has no idea how to lead her people in such a cataclysm."

   "As expected of the deer helmet's son! Your sarcastic tone is exactly the same as that of the deer helmet."

   Black laughed, looked at old Huon, and said:

  "In two days, we will begin our attack on the Heart of the Forest and overthrow the foolish rule of the Winter Queen, Huon, now, say your choice!

  Are you going to stand on the side of your homeland of Azeroth, or live and die with your queen? "

  Old Bangsandi, the dog-legged man, also said at this moment:

   "Mighty antlers, I advise you to think carefully before making your choice, your descendants are still battling demons on the High Mountains, but the shadow of death has overshadowed them.

  Who is the real enemy?

  Who is a trusted friend?

   This is a very important question. "

  The champion of Azeroth, Huon Highmountain, the legendary symbol of the hunters, fell silent. He might take a moment to think it through, but that's okay, Black knows he'll make the right choice in the end.

   After all, the three people here owe him favors.

Being able to come to them means that the pirates are confident, but the guy who will be interviewed next is not so sure. The pirates and Narmus chatted with Valstein for more than ten minutes, and they heard the forest beyond the realm. There was a roar like a warhorse, and the sound of General Draven flapping his wings.

   He coughed a few times, and under Bwonsamdi's astonished gaze, he transformed his breath from the Quiet One to the Moon Shadow, and the Black Prophet's robes into the mooncloth robes of the Moon God priests.

   tried their best to make a sympathetic priestly gesture, and then they saw a spirit wildebeest, accompanied by a big horned deer, crossing the shadow of the forest and appearing in front of them.

   "Well, behold, in this kingdom of death, the people of Elune, guided by fate, finally meet."

  Blake opened his arms to the low-breathing spirit wildebeest, and said in a hymn-like tone:

   "The mighty Moonlight War God, the hero who saved the world of Fezandi, the follower of the Night Moon, come and talk to the source of your power.

   About the fate of this woodland and this kingdom of the dead

   It needs your help! "

   (end of this chapter)