Azeroth Shadow Trail

Chapter 262 81. After the Demon Disappears

"The locals love you, Gani. Look, I'll tell you, it's a great place to make friends."

The pirate stood by the big garbage dump, letting old Garni put its claws on his shoulders, holding the skull jug, and looked at the simple villages around.

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

He said to Garni:

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

"Well, they're very smart, as smart as those Zandalari trolls. They're also quick learners. Old Ghani just showed them a few times how to survive in the dark like the lowly ones.

They have mastered this skill perfectly.

Now there is no need for old Garni to guide them to discover those shiny things, they will take the initiative to find those things that were ignored by them before. "

The brightly colored old Garni flicked his tail, throwing the black iron trash brought by Boo Laike into his own trash heap.

While choosing among them, it said to Bo Laike:

"The mushrooms that can be seen everywhere in the dark forest, the food left by the wolves who are more aggressive because of the stimulation of the darkness, and the supplies scattered around by the orcs.

There are also rotten apples in the orchard that no one picks all year round, but they grow extremely well.

This forest is so rich.

As long as old Garni gave them a pair of eyes that could avoid danger, they could live well on their own.

But they were a little too fanatical.

It was something old Garni had never seen in Zandalar. "

Rubbish King Loa said to the pirates sadly:

"I am happy to shelter the humble. I don't ask for anything in return except for shiny garbage. But they took the initiative to set up small garbage dumps for me around the Twilight Forest.

A few days ago, someone extended my existence to a refugee shelter deep in the Red Ridge Mountains.

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

In fact, they are actively preaching.

Bu Laike, my great scavenger, frankly scares me. "

Old Ghany looked at Bo Laike, with a flicker of fear in his big flexible eyes, and said:

"You know, on the island of Zandalar, a loa priest who casually preaches in another loa's territory will be considered to be starting a conflict.

Conflicts lead to terrible wars.

I know that this is the site of the teachings of the Holy Light.

I just want these lowly people to live better, I don't want to cause trouble.

But I don't know much about human culture, maybe, you can give me some advice? "

"Don't worry, old Garney."

Bu Laike waved his hand and said:

"They just stayed in the dark for too long, isolated for too long, and abandoned for too long. Once they meet a force that is willing to help them, they will naturally sink into it.

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

You have said it yourself that the humble can only unite when they are weak and helpless. Once they get strong, they want more.

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

Don't worry, this frenzy won't last long. "

"hope so."

Old Ghani nodded. From his long life, what the pirate said made some sense, and the beast Loa didn't want to think too much about these complicated issues.

It rolled its eyeballs, and its tone became as funny and weird as usual, and said in a drawn-out tone:

"So, my big scavenger, brought old Garney such special bling, I love these new garbage. What gift do you hope to get from old Garney?"

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

Bu Laike 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 Ghani let out a weird cry, and the slender jawed dragon shook its head and showed a weird smile, it said:

"You invited old Gani over because you were uneasy and kind. But I, the weak Loa, don't want to get involved in matters related to those dangerous forces.

Thanks to the little trash dumps that the lowly ones have set up here and there in Duskwood, old Garni's eyes can see everything that happens in this forest.

The darker-than-night force you're tracking is nearly out of control!

There was a terrible struggle between those who pursued that power and those who possessed it, and blood was spilled in the dark night on this land full of tragedies.

She's hiding somewhere beyond the ruins of Nightshade right now.

She used that dark power to cover her tracks.

And those individuals who followed her, driven by madness, tried to do terrible things to her.

Go ahead, Boo Laike. "

The slender jawed dragon Loa let out a strange laugh, it pushed the pirate's waist with its slender tail, and said:

"A little later, and she will be consumed by a power blacker than night. Find her, and lead that dangerous power away from this forest of misery.

Only when they all leave, can this group of humble people live a long and peaceful life here. "

"Near Nightshade, right?"

Bu Laike snapped his fingers and said:

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

The pirate lowered his voice, pointed at Nathanos who was looking into the distance, and whispered to Old Garni:

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

"That cunning blue fox?"

Old Ghani chuckled and said in a malicious voice:

"Spirit beasts are rare creatures on Zandalar Island. Old Gani didn't expect to meet one in this dark place.

That fox is annoying.

It would steal from the lowly people who were sheltered by old Garni, either to fill their stomachs, or to simply play on these poor people who were already miserable.

He also hides in the dark night, specifically scaring the children who go out, for fun.

It's just too bad.

Old Garni talked to it, and it was stubbornly unwilling to give up its bad hobbies, and arrogantly regarded the entire Twilight Forest as its playground.

Such a bad thing really needs to be punished by a good hunter. "

The slender jaw dragon Loa grabbed the slender neck with its flexible claws. It looked at Nathanos, thought for a few seconds, then squeezed its eyes and said to Bu Laike:

"Let your shiny mogul friend find a unique bling for old Garni, he must find it himself, useful junk.

If he can really understand the daily life of the lowly, old Garney will help him.

If he couldn't understand this kind of suffering, and couldn't get rid of the arrogance in his heart, then old Garni would turn around and help that annoying stinky fox.

Come on, paw paw.

That's it. "

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

After leaving the Scavenger's Holy Land, Nathanos learned about Old Garni's "request" from Bu Laike, and the ranger said in disbelief:

"What kind of demonic request is this? I don't remember offending it? Why does it torture me so much?"

"Never mind, Old Garney just plain hates rich people."

Bu Laike took the ranger and galloped towards the ruins of Nightshade Town, and said to him:

"Then Loa is a hater of riches, who made you dress so neatly and gorgeously in front of him? Look at me, now I'm wearing a set of assassin armor that has been completely destroyed, how down-to-earth."

"Nonsense, you are richer than me!"

Maris retorted:

"I just have a farm in Lordaeron, you have a whole fleet, and you brag that you found the treasure of the Zandalari Pirate King and you can buy a kingdom in Northern Border.

You're the goddamn rich!

Why does it relate so well to you? "

"Well, let me think about it."

Bu Laike put his finger on his forehead and made a thoughtful movement. After a few seconds, he made a "suddenly enlightened" expression and said to Ranger:

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

"you"

These words reminded Nathanos immediately of his previous contact with those refugees.

He pursed his lips and asked:

"I 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."

Bu Laike said softly:

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

Do you know why there is an extra large cemetery on the side of Crow Ridge within a few years?

Alas, Nathanos, you are a good man.

I know that you are brave, humble and loving, but you have never experienced their pain, and you are not qualified to tell them that everything will be fine when the lord is back.

Torches, or holy lights, cannot illuminate this forest.

The darkness here is not just shrouded in appearance.

more in people's hearts.

Well, listen to my advice.

After that's done, go pick up trash for two days with the local refugees, old Ghany will help you, he's a very talkative loa, one of my two favorite loa.

Make friends with it and you won't lose money.

Well, there's someone up ahead!

This should be the friend we are looking for. "

"hum"

Bu Laike's hell steed was unsummoned the next instant.

The moment he hit the ground, he jumped into the shadows. Nathanos, who was riding with him, also reacted quickly, landed a roll, and entered the ranger's disguise.

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, and they couldn't find the two people who were hiding.

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

Bo Laike gestured to Nathanos, and the two crept closer to the ruins of the town, and thanks to their superhuman perception, they saw and heard the whispers of the unhinged crowd in no time.

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

Under the flames and the darkness, on the altar in the center of the town, a refugee lying in a pool of blood opened his eyes blankly.

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

This is a sacrifice.

And judging from the black tattered robe that the refugee was wearing, she was also one of these guys.

Followers at least.

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

They are discussing certain things, some things that can only be told in the dark and cannot be resorted to in the sun.

"Bishop Sellin is a great person, and no one can slander her devotion to a just cause."

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

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

"but"

"The orcs have failed. They were defeated in the Burning Plains. They fled in embarrassment. They are powerless to harm our compatriots."

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

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

(end of this chapter)