Shadow Trails in Azeroth

The "much-anticipated" treasure fair finally kicked off on the Alpaca.

But the imagined fight between dragons and tigers did not appear. The Sacred Relic Society, regarded as the enemy by the dwarves, performed poorly this time. Those elven archaeologists just bought some powerful magic items and left early. .

The whole process seemed hasty and half-hearted.

At this time, Old Brian suspected that these elves must be harboring evil intentions, perhaps preparing to attack and rob them when they were transporting precious cultural relics back to Ironforge.

Don't doubt the evil hidden under the beautiful appearance of those elves. They have done this kind of thing more than once.

When the dwarves were excavating the ruins of Uldaman in the barren land, every time a major discovery was made, several excavators would disappear inexplicably. Although there was no evidence, Brian suspected that these elves had done "good things".

They are eyeing all the powerful ruins.

The most cunning thing is that they will let the dwarves successfully complete the early stage of excavation, and then rely on their own magical power to snatch the fruits of victory.

Of course, the Explorers Association does the same thing occasionally when pushed.

However, it is a really good thing that the Sacred Relic Society does not intend to disrupt the situation today, which means that the dwarves can smoothly collect the precious cultural relics displayed by the pirates.

"Look at this cabinet, Brian. I have tested it just now. It has a history of at least seven thousand years. But this is the first time I have seen a gold cabinet of this shape.

Do you know which civilization it belongs to? "

Harrison Jones, an anthropological archaeologist wearing a monocle, is holding a magnifying glass and wearing gloves to observe a large gold box.

Scholars like him don't care about the price of gold.

What he values ​​​​is the cultural value contained in this cabinet. He saw many cultural relics that he had never seen at the pirate exhibition. He was delighted and entered a research state on the spot.

He also dragged the old dwarf, who was also a bit dazzled, over to study the cabinet with him.

Brian was indeed a well-informed explorer. He used a magnifying glass to carefully look at the cabinet in front of him, and placed his final destination on the majestic snake-like sculpture on the top of the cabinet, which he used exaggerated and gorgeous techniques.

After a few minutes of furiously flipping through his notes, he came to his conclusion.

"This should be an ancient relic of the legendary continent of Pandaria. That continent is said to be hidden in the year-round mist of the South China Sea.

It's a pity that all explorations of the Mist Continent have failed. "

The old dwarf blew his beard and said with eyes:

"During a trip more than a hundred years ago, I encountered some weird 'bear men' on the sea, and the objects they carried had such patterns of giant beasts.

They call it the 'Cloud Flying Dragon'. In their culture, it is a creature that represents justice and sanctity.

And Harrison, your archaeological skills have probably deteriorated from spending so much time in the library. Just by looking at the color of the gold, you can tell that it has existed for at least 10,000 years!

This is the most valuable cultural relic in this batch. Unfortunately, we know too little about that mysterious civilization. "

"Ten thousand years! That's amazing."

After the old dwarf finished speaking, a glib voice suddenly came from the crowd behind him. It was a man in his thirties, wearing an aristocratic hunting suit, and holding a fox-like lady with heavy makeup in his arms.

He glared at Harrison and shouted in a provocative voice:

"Thank you Master Brian for your on-site explanation. With your 'certification', this cultural relic can be sold for at least three times the price. Those who have too much money and nowhere to spend it will definitely be willing to pay a high price for it.

I want this Xianglong cabinet! "

"Bud!"

Harrison obviously knew the high-profile guy in front of him. He suddenly raised his arms, blocked the front of the gold cabinet, and said in a disgusted tone:

"You are not allowed to take it away! Such a treasure must be displayed in a museum! It has extremely high artistic and research value. If it is taken away by people like you, it is a complete waste."

"Huh? Is the righteous Dr. Harrison going to punish me, a damn black marketeer?"

Bud Nedrake stretched out his hand to straighten his collar and said in a provocative tone:

“But this is not the market in Stormwind City. Our pirate friends have already made it clear that in today’s fair, the one with the highest price will win.

I brought a lot of money here, my friend.

The best thing is that I only want things that can sell for a high price, while you and your dwarf mentor, with the blessing of the 'sacred' mission, want everything.

These things really should be put in museums, provided you bring enough money. "

After saying that, the damn cultural relic dealer laughed and kissed the lady in his arms hard on the lips.

Holding the smiling and trembling lover Miss Eldara in her arms, she gave Harrison a provocative look, and led a group of his accomplices to continue searching for those valuable treasures.

This scene also caused the surrounding pirates responsible for security to laugh.

They were eager for a fight between these archaeologists and antiquities dealers, which meant they could make more money tonight.

The undead pirates retrieved all of Zemlan's treasures from Treasure Island, where art and antiquities that could not be directly exchanged for gold coins were placed.

It is no exaggeration to say that everything present has a history of at least seven thousand years and is extremely well preserved.

Coupled with the funerary objects they excavated from the ruins of Nar'thalath Academy and Zul'Drak, tonight's Alpaca became a "paradise" for all archaeologists.

The Ancestral Turtles responsible for appraising and quoting were also arranged in advance.

They'll charge a higher than standard price, but not so much that it scares the guys away.

To be honest, if Black hadn't been in urgent need of money now, and the Ancestral Turtles couldn't afford enough gold coins to buy these things, where would the Explorers Association and the antiquities dealers have been involved?

The turtles who are the best at identifying good things have already rounded up these things!

But even so, the treasures now displayed here are the leftovers from the turtle people. In the entire world of Azeroth, who can do better than the ancestor turtle in the field of archeology?

They are the true uncrowned kings in the archaeological circle because they know how to identify people, have wide connections, and live long lives.

However, although the Alpaca was busy tonight, some guys were not keen on going to see the treasures. Instead, they started a "small business" on the deck outside the venue.

"Come on, pirates, come and see the good things from Old Grifta. They are all real treasures. They are infinitely more powerful than the things you put in the venue."

On the top deck of the Alpaca, a treacherous troll dressed in colorful and "rich" clothes set up a stall there. He carried a huge backpack with him and erected a sign next to it. .

It says "Peerless Treasure Merchant".

This troll was very good at blowjobs, and he could blow and say nice things. Within ten minutes, some drunken pirates were attracted to pick at his stall.

I did get a lot of business done by this eloquent troll.

"Hey, this guest comes here to take a look. What I have here are all peerless treasures! If you miss it, there will be no next time."

Seeing another drunkard wearing shabby pirate clothes and a black captain's hat walking towards him, the happy old troll's eyes lit up while he was counting the gold coins.

He likes such "guests".

Or called being taken advantage of.

Alcohol will seriously affect their judgment. Relying on their eloquence, they can sell their products with just a few tricks.

The best thing is that when these drunkards sober up, they are not afraid of them coming to cause trouble.

The treasure fair will end tonight. He will have run away early tomorrow morning. Can these pirates still chase him for dozens or hundreds of gold coins?

"Huh? A peerless treasure?"

Blake, who was drinking wine and planning to go to Eudora to ask about the results of the fair, suddenly became interested when he heard the shout. Drunk, he shook his body and moved the little fishman to the old troll's stall.

Picking up a golden amulet with many inexplicable patterns engraved on it, I heard the troll in front of me say eloquently:

"Oh, my guests are so discerning!

This thing you took is the most valuable treasure in my stall. If my eldest brother's aunt's third-child daughter hadn't been sick and needed money urgently, I wouldn't have put it out there.

Those people before were all blind. They couldn't understand the mystery and power of this treasure, but you are different.

Old Grivolta can tell at a glance that you are no ordinary person!

You will definitely do great things, and my talisman can give you the most powerful help. "

"Huh? You can tell at a glance that I am outstanding?"

Drunk Blake laughed and said:

"I knew that there would always be someone with a keen eye that could spot the strong. There is only one free and unrestrained pirate like me in the whole of Azeroth.

But you troll are very good at talking. What is this thing called? What powerful effect does it have? "

"Bah, this person is so shameless."

Old Grivolta complained bitterly in his heart, how could anyone praise him so much in front of a stranger? He is the only one in Azeroth.

This man is truly hopelessly narcissistic.

But business has to be done.

The old troll snorted and lowered his voice mysteriously:

"This is a talisman personally blessed by Zul, the dark prophet of Zandalar. Do you know Zandalar? Well, it's okay if you don't know. It's very powerful anyway.

It's called the 'Genuine Treasure Hunting Talisman'. As long as you bring it, you can find the most valuable treasures on your enemies.

You are lucky today. Originally, I wanted to sell it for 10,000 gold coins, but seeing you so chic, uninhibited, and handsome, I decided that I was a strong person investing in the future.

I'll give you a discount and sell it to you for a hundred gold coins. "

"Hmm, so powerful?"

Blake took another sip of wine and tossed the genuine treasure hunting amulet up and down in his hand. Amidst the laughter of the little fishman next to him, he asked:

"Since you can find a valuable treasure, why don't you use it yourself? Just take it with you and kill a few people, and won't you be able to exchange it for money to treat your relatives?"

"Ah, I think so too."

The old troll made a helpless gesture as if he was old and frail, and said:

"But you see, I am so weak, how can I still hold a knife? Such a treasure should be used by a heroic young man like you."

"Yeah, that makes sense."

Blake nodded with deep understanding, picked up another strange-shaped stone, looked at it in front of his eyes, burped, and said:

"What's the name of this thing?"

"This is even more powerful. How about saying that you, a handsome pirate, have good eyesight?"

The old troll rubbed his hands and said in a more mysterious tone:

"This thing is said to be the biggest secret of King Rastakhan's ability to live for thousands of years. It is a strange treasure from the world of death. No one knows its original name.

But I call it the ‘Incredible Extraordinary Stone’.

Its effect is very simple, but very powerful. It can bind your soul to this world through powerful magic. When you die, your soul can return to the body and be resurrected.

In this way, you can avoid an inevitable fate. "

"Running corpses? So powerful?"

The pirates were stunned for a moment.

The little fishman next to him even took out a small notebook and wrote down the shameless words the troll profiteer just said, so that he could use them later when he deceived other silly fishmen.

"Of course it's awesome! This is a rare treasure!"

Old Grivolta became more and more enthusiastic as he talked, and he kept talking:

“It doesn’t look like much on the surface, but believe me, after you encounter a disaster, you will know how valuable it is.

Although this magical effect can only be triggered after you die, I believe that Old Grivolta, the person who bought this stone from me, will use it!

So far, no one has come to accuse me of lying. This is a guarantee of my good reputation.

Let me tell you, there was an elf girl here just now who bought two from me, saying that she would use one for herself and one for her brother.

You see, all the noble and wise elves buy this treasure. If you don’t believe me, don’t you believe in the wise elves?

They always find a way to find something good. "

"ah?"

Blake rolled her eyes at this.

It wasn’t because of how clever the troll’s deception was, but because he roughly guessed who the “wise elf” the troll was talking about was. He drank the wine in his hand and asked in a bad tone:

"How many other things did that idiot elf buy from you?"

"Well"

The old troll felt that something was wrong. Wasn't the guy in front of him drunk just now?

Why did you wake up all of a sudden?

He stammered and pointed to the stall in front of him and said:

"Well, she bought two or three of everything, and she was very generous. She said it was because her brother was rich, so she could spend whatever she wanted."

"Oh, my family is unfortunate. No matter how much money you have, can you afford her to spend like this?"

Blake held his forehead and said in pain.

Then he threw the "Incredible Extraordinary Stone" in his hand to the old troll who was about to run away, but was surrounded by a group of fox pirates.

He took a loaded short-barreled musket from Eudora who jumped out of the shadows next to him, and said to the troll in front of him:

"Hold that stone in your hand! I will buy your peerless treasure, but only if you prove the effect to me first. Doesn't it mean that you won't be afraid of death after using it?

Come on, give me a show on the spot.

If you perform well, I will give one to each of the losers under my command. This is big business, so get it, Grivolta! You old bastard cheated and deceived me.

Take the stone, I'm going to shoot. "

"No! I confess, I"

"boom"