Shadow Trails in Azeroth

"Don't be so mean, Gani."

In front of the temporary garbage heap, the old Garni emerging from the smoke failed to scare the three children, which made the scene a little cold for a moment.

Fortunately, a considerate pirate came to the rescue.

Blake waved his hand as if no one else was watching, and while resolving the embarrassment, he took out the worn-out Hand of Destiny scroll from his bag, tossed it in his hand, and said:

"I have found many humble people for you in this distant eastern continent, who perfectly match all the characteristics of your chosen believers. You can protect them as much as you like.

Besides, this thing I got from the Ancestral Turtle is considered garbage. Do you want it? "

Old Garni's eyes fell on the Hand of Destiny scroll in Black's hand, and its big eyes suddenly shrank, apparently recognizing what was in Black's hand.

Then he waved his tiny paws and said:

"I want it, but I can't afford it. This thing is not something that a weak Loa like me can get my hands on. Well, put it away and don't make such bad jokes with old Gani.

Let’s get down to business.

Even across the sea, Old Garni could smell the dark atmosphere emanating from this forest. It was indeed not a good place, but I would definitely find many shiny things that I like here.

So, my little believers, what gift do you want to get from Old Ghani? "

Loa, the slender jawed dragon with bright and funny scales, disappeared in the smoke and reappeared behind the three children, placing his two small flexible paws on the shoulders of the two boys.

He moved his slender neck again, rotated his big eyes, opened his sharp mouth, revealing the sharp triangular, file-like teeth in his mouth, and looked at the little girl Althea.

This weird action finally made Althea show a scared expression and hide back, which made Old Garni's tone more pleasant.

Blake shrugged, took out a bottle of wine from the bag on his waist, bit open the cork, and leaned against the tree on the side to watch this unscrupulous trash man Loa scare the children.

When the three children faced Old Garni's question, they couldn't help but look at the pirate. The latter raised his head and drank, pretending not to notice their gazes.

Clearly, he had no intention of getting involved.

"why are you not speaking?"

In the silence, Old Ghani said again in a strange tone:

“It seems the three cubs were frightened by the magical old Garni.

That's a shame, so I'll just give you something. Well, you are so thin, it seems like you can't find enough food in this rich place.

Let Old Garni teach you the way of the humble.

Go outside the town, first walk three hundred steps east, and then walk one hundred and fifty steps southwest, and you will be able to see the gift that old Ghani gave you three little believers.

go Go. "

Following the urging of Garbage Man Loa, the three children doubtfully followed its instructions and walked out of the town. After watching them disappear, Old Garni's figure made of smoke disappeared and reappeared. Beside Blake.

It opened its mouth just enough to hold Blake's one-third empty rum bottle in its mouth. It drank the wine like water, and then grabbed the bottle with its flexible paws.

"Yeah, this exquisite wine bottle can be taken back and used as a water storage container for the humble people in the Vodun Desert. Or it can be used as a weapon against bad guys.

Like this! "

The slender jaw raised its claws, preparing to smash the wine bottle on Blake's head, but in the end it stopped next to the pirate's head.

Blake just pretended not to see this weird behavior.

He took out his dwarf pipe again, filled it with tobacco, and said;

"This place is really suitable for your development, Garni, I'm not trying to trick you. It has experienced six years of war, people have been displaced, and their former homes have been trampled by orcs.

Farms are deserted, weeds are growing wildly, and mines that were once bustling are now deserted.

Even if the Wrynn royal family really comes back, it will take at least ten years to reestablish their rule. There are enough humble people and scavengers here who can become your followers and find what you want anywhere.

They can also serve as your eyes to observe the vast world beyond Zandalar.

do you know?

Ghani, I always thought it was a bit wasteful for you to be willing to be the king of the garbage heap.

Well, it's not that there is anything wrong with living in a garbage dump and being a garbage man, but you can indeed do things beyond your imagination. It's just that you are too humble to stay in the closed place of Zandalar. .

I think we can work together. "

Blake lit his pipe, blew out a puff of smoke, and showed a comfortable expression. He winked at Old Garni who kept hitting him with the bottle, and said:

"We can do great things together. As my career develops and my territory expands, then the entire world's garbage dumps will belong to you, and you will become the real king of garbage!"

"Tell the truth!"

Old Garni looked like "I see you are bragging". The big eyes of this Lenognathosaurus were full of wisdom. It said:

"Don't use this seductive rhetoric.

I am the god of the humble, and I have seen many eloquent guys like you.

I choose to live a simple life in the garbage dump, just because I don’t want to have too much interaction with this complicated world.

I live a nourishing life because I desire less.

Say it, stinking pirate.

Say it, you rich man.

You traveled thousands of miles to summon old Gani to this damn place. What on earth are you going to do? "

"There is a force in the forest that is about to get out of control. I would like to ask you to help me find the source. I don't know many people now, and even fewer can accomplish this."

Blake pointed to the way he came and said:

"Your Loa body is far away in Zandalar, so there is no danger in what you do. As long as there are enough garbage dumps in the forest, you can hide well.

Just do me a favor.

Now, in return, I will also prepare some garbage dumps for you in Kul Tiras, so that you can gather a group of scavengers there to collect more shiny gems for you. "

"There are indeed a lot of sparkles that I like here, and there is also a smell of desolation as you said. Maybe I can really find many of the same kind here."

Old Garni's eyes rolled, he sniffed with his nostrils in the shadow of the ruins of the town, showed a comfortable expression, and said:

"I am just as weak as I used to be, hiding in hiding, receiving the same cold looks, living on scraps, and being despised by the naturally powerful.

Ah, I need more members in my extended family.

Alas, it is a pity that the humble people can only unite when they are weak. "

"Don't be so pessimistic.

Humans and trolls treat faith differently. As far as I can see, humans are much more sincere than trolls. Maybe you can live more comfortably here than in Zandalari. "

The pirate laughed and said:

"And me.

I just can't stand those people who are superior. They abandoned this land and left these people to die in the war-torn place.

Now he wants to use victory to return to this ravaged land in a grand manner, pretending that nothing happened, and wants to continue to rule here.

No, no, no, they no longer have that power.

Human beings here now have a second choice besides the Holy Light in their life that can be seen all the way.

Help them, old Ghani, and teach the poor and humble how to live.

Help them, let them live nourishingly in the darkness that does not need the shining of the holy light. "

"It sounds like you have a deep grudge against that Holy Light."

Old Garni threw the wine bottle in his paws into his own garbage pile, and then used his thicker hind legs to step on the garbage pile more comfortably.

The pirate shrugged and said to it:

"The Holy Light is good, Gani, and you must learn to respect it. But the guys who do things in the name of the Holy Light are often not who they appear to be.

I really don't have any bad intentions. I invited you over. I just want to make this place better.

Is it wrong to help the poor now?

Look, your three little believers are back. Seeing how happy they are, they must have a full understanding of your 'divine power'. "

"Of course!"

Old Garni snorted proudly and said:

"No one knows what the humble need better than me."

The three children were indeed smiling when they came back.

Althea held a large bag of fresh mushrooms in her shabby skirt. These things were boiled into a hot soup that could be shared by ten people.

The two little boys were carrying a rabbit that had been accidentally thrown to death from a height, and several pieces of fresh meat taken from a black wolf that had died of old age with an old dagger.

Returned with a full load.

"Thank you, old Garni."

The three children were in excitement and saluted Old Garni with great respect. Compared with the delicious bread and sugar the pirates gave them, the food Old Garni guided them to found could help them better.

"Now, now you know how powerful old Garni is."

Blake snapped his fingers and said to the three children in front of him:

“When you go back, remember to tell others today’s story, omit my story, and tell those who don’t have enough to eat, as long as they come here and pay tribute to the garbage dump, they can have a full meal.

However, our old Gani refuses money, hates luxury, and does not like those expensive things.

remember! It just wants garbage.

Do you understand? "

“No stinking garbage!”

After the pirate finished speaking, Old Garni raised a paw and said to the three children:

"Bringing stinky things will only piss me off and I'll send Microraptors to bite your butts in the night! I'm a clean loa, so wash them before bringing them in."

I love that ingenious crap.

Those discarded items that have no value found by wealthy people.

Things that can be given to more humble souls like you.

Remember, kids! "

When Old Garni disappeared into smoke, he said in a serious tone:

“One man’s trash is another man’s god.”

After saying that, it disappeared into the garbage pile just as it appeared when the smoke dissipated, taking with it the empty wine bottle and a few pairs of pretty good boots and clothes.

And all this is like a dream to the three children.

But the mushrooms, rabbits and meat in their arms showed them that they had really exchanged useful garbage for these precious foods.

"Hey, wake up."

Blake stretched out his hand and waved it in front of the three children's eyes, drawing their eyes to him.

He stroked the Skull of Gul'dan hanging on his chest, puffed out the smoke from his pipe, and said slowly to the children in front of him:

"I did what I promised. I gave the refugees in this forest a chance to have a full stomach. Now, it's your turn to fulfill your promise.

I'm going to take one of you away."

"I'll go with you!"

Morgan, the oldest, placed the rabbit in his hand on the ground.

He was a little scared, but he gritted his teeth and said:

"The young master and young lady cannot leave. This is their family's territory. They are destined to inherit everything. I have nothing to worry about. I can follow you."

"No, you have your destiny."

Blake stretched out his finger and shook his head. He said to Morgan seriously:

"There is a girl waiting for you. Before tragedy strikes, you will have a wonderful family. I can't take that away."

He moved his fingers outward and placed them on Althea again. After examining her for a few seconds, he shook his head and said:

"This little girl is too smart and has the qualities to be a little traitor. Your fate is linked to this dark forest. If I take you away, the story of this forest will become incomplete.

I want you! "

Blake's finger finally fell on the skinny boy Kanrisade who looked unconvinced. He narrowed his eyes and said:

“You have a heart of darkness like mine.

Your eyes are full of hatred and anger. If you are left here, you will cause trouble. Sooner or later, you will embark on a path of abandoning everything and chasing power.

You are very suitable to join my pirate group, and you will become a very good pirate.

Say goodbye to your sister and friends.

Four hours later, we set off. "