Long time no see, Garni the Garbage God’s outfit is really “changing with each passing day”.

It still maintains its classic appearance of a Lesognathus with bright scales, but it has many more "accessories" on it, not to mention the shabby letter bag and backpack, which is the embodiment of old Garni's new priesthood.

Not to mention the red cloth turban covering its head.

That thing was thrown to Old Garni by Black after he lost his cherished Sargeras Curse Sight. The latter obviously used this irreparable thing as a "symbol of status".

Although this eye patch cannot be repaired, its strange ability is still there, and it can also be mobilized and used by Old Garni, allowing the God of Garbage to more clearly perceive the existence of evil energy and demons.

It's like a radar.

This thing is not of much use in Azeroth now, but if Old Garni wants to be active in Draenor in the future, it will be a very important thing.

After all, Old Garni was just a weak Loa, and he had just boarded Black's sailing boat towards the ordinary Loa. In a world full of demons, there were many terrifying things that could kill it.

But what made Blake the most nervous was that Old Garni put "boots" on his feet.

A pair of dwarf-style hunting boots, which were Black's favorite shoes that he lost in Silithus. They were a gift from old Hemet. They are very, very good hunting boots.

However, after being contaminated with C'Thun's gastric juice, it was corroded into something ugly. After Old Garni got it, it seemed that he had someone repair it.

But poor needlework skills made the worn-out shoes even more ugly.

But no matter how ugly the shoes are, they are full of joy when worn by a slender jaw dragon. Just like Puss in Boots, there is a sense of joy in addition to the weirdness.

"Why do you think you are wearing shoes? Your paws are not suitable for wearing them. Wouldn't it be uncomfortable?"

Blake held his pipe in his mouth and looked at Old Garni's new equipment with strange eyes. He complained:

"Also, all the new things on your body seem to be related to me. Who is the God of Scavengers?"

"Yes, who among us is the god of scavengers?"

Old Garni grinned, revealing his file-like teeth, and repeated Blake's question in a strangely drawn-out voice, making the sentence instantly full of ridicule.

"Stop complaining about my new shoes. I can walk in any environment after wearing them, which greatly improves my delivery efficiency. This is the best piece of garbage I have ever gotten from you."

The God of Garbage Man snorted, swung his tail, took the letter from Blake with his flexible paws, looked at it again, and said;

"Why are there so many copies? Didn't you say you were going to give them to the Draenei's prophet Velen? Who are the others for? You'll have to pay extra for sending several letters at once!"

Old Gani rolled his cunning eyes and said:

"You should at least give me a few more precious pieces of garbage. I smelled garbage with the smell of evil energy in the nearby fortress. The weird burning smell made me feel itchy.

Go and help me look for it. You are so talented at scavenging. Do me a favor and make me happy.

"You go find it yourself."

Blake rolled his eyes and said:

"I'm still busy right now. Except for those letters to Velen, the rest are all going to be sent back to Azeroth. You will be very familiar with me there, so it will only take a blink of an eye.

I want to gather together those who are really concerned about demonic affairs and hold a meeting in Draenor, a land ravaged by demons, to give the peace-loving righteous warriors of the two worlds a place to communicate so that they can

Come up with a countermeasure,

By the way, I will provide a place for my evil friends to cause trouble, help them, and give those trashes a chance to complete their last stand.

Of course, you are on my territory, haha, you still want to fight me."

The smelly pirate let out a dark and evil laugh, which made Old Garni move his body uncomfortably.

It knows that the big bad Black is pushing for something damned and terrible again.

The kind-hearted God of Garbage Man wanted to leave now, but after thinking about it, he still waggled his tail and approached Black, stretched his slender neck to the pirate's ear, and whispered:

"When will you return to Azeroth?"

"Huh? Do you want me to go back so much? No, when did our relationship get to this point?"

The smelly pirate looked at Old Garni with a strange look and said:

"Have you been bullied by someone? Are you planning to go back to me to calm things down? No problem! Let me tell you, whoever dares to bully you will have trouble with me. When I am free, I will beat those guys.

Just wait a few days and I'll go back when I'm done."

"No, I am such a good-tempered God, who would provoke me without any problem?"

Old Garni shook his head and explained:

"It's just that the situation on Zandalar Island is a bit strange these days, especially in the Vol'dun Desert. I always feel like something is going to happen, and I haven't been able to sleep well recently.

I would like to invite you to come over and take a look, or simply teach the snake people a lesson. They have gone crazy recently and have been digging the temple under the desert.

And you may not know it, but something happened in the swamps of Nazmir."

Speaking of this, Old Gani suddenly felt a little scared.

It said more quietly:

"The scary thing in that golden palace seems to be waking up soon.

The Golden Dynasty sent soldiers to seal off the surrounding area of ​​the swamp, while the blood trolls abandoned their territory and went in groups to worship in a newly dug underground pit.

Things are very troublesome.

Old Bwonsamdi took the opportunity you gave him to oil his feet and ran to Zul'Farrak, but the other Loa's are not as free and easy as he is. I still have many followers there.

You think of a way to help me. It's best to deal with it before it gets worse. You've already killed two ancient gods, so another one won't be a big problem, right?"

"Wait a minute, you said G'huun is about to wake up?

Blake frowned, took off his pipe and said:

"When did this happen?"

"Just ten days ago!"

Old Gani rolled his eyes and immediately replied:

"It was almost what happened after you left Pandaria. This thing is also strange. There was no sign at all, and it suddenly broke out. I even asked Zul specifically, but the Dark Prophet couldn't figure it out.

He said that he could only see the shadows covering Zandalari and all the Loamen, but the light of hope also shone.

If you say it, it means you haven’t said it yet."

The Trash God complained:

"You prophets are so annoying. The more important the matter, the more you have to play this kind of riddle game."

"He's not playing word games."

Blake shook his head and said without further explanation:

"Don't be anxious and don't be afraid. I will help you if something happens. But now you have to find out whether there is any connection between the blood troll uprising in Nazmir and the snake-men operation in Vol'dun Desert.

What I mean is, before I go back, you must at least find out who is behind these two things.

I personally prefer that it's our dear Corruptor trying to save the day."

The smelly pirate sneered and said:

"Its activity over the past hundreds of thousands of years has given it power all over the world. Before you noticed, the shadow of N'Zoth has appeared in the seal that suppressed G'huun.

It should be that Pandaria's failure made the Corruptor angry, so it took advantage of me to leave Azeroth and prepare to cause big trouble.

But not that fast."

Blake comforted the frightened old Garni and said:

"That seal is not that easy to break. Even if the snakemen dig up the terrifying thing under the desert, Zuldazar must first be captured before G'huun's ultimate seal can be broken.

Even if I don't intervene in this process, it won't be completed within a few months. It leaves us enough time to react, so don't get into trouble.

Staying steady means victory.

Speaking of which, when you started to move around the world of Draenor, were you trying to find a way out for yourself? You're really not very smart. This place is much more chaotic than Azeroth.

"It's really messy, but there's also a lot of garbage!"

Old Ghani said with bright eyes:

“I thought the djinn was lying to me at the time, but I took the time to send a few scavengers around Draenor for a few times, and then I realized that what the djinn said was true!

This world is full of garbage, it’s my paradise!

My newly developed believers in the local area collected a lot of useful garbage without much effort. My believers in the ruined city of the ogre are especially powerful.

They helped me get a lot of broken rune weapons, enough to arm my followers in Zandalar.

I never thought that those elves were so talented at scavenging. When they took the initiative to join me, I couldn't believe it.

Who would have thought that I, a Loa worshiped by trolls, could actually find elven believers.

Pepe, I can be said to have done something that other loa couldn't do."

"etc!"

Blake suddenly captured a very important message from Old Gani's words, and he said suspiciously:

"The ruins of the ogre city? You're talking about Highmaul, right? And the elves there came to you and asked for help? Are they the missing archaeologists from the Reliquary Society in Eldorei?

Are they your followers now?"
To be continued...