"Yes, it's them."

Old Gani said with a confused look:

"When they found me, they were being chased by a group of terrifying black knights. The blood on my body was terrible, and everyone was injured. They asked me to protect them and guide them, and gave me a lot of garbage as tribute.

I used my divine power to help them hide in the ruins. Recently, I taught them to collect various materials to survive and avoid the pursuit of the black knight.

Is there anything wrong with that?”

"Good old Gani!"

Blake grabbed Old Garni's head and hammered it a few times, then let it go amidst the babbling of the God of Garbage, and said angrily:

"I just said that I sent watchers to look for them but couldn't find them. I was still wondering if those guys had wings and flew away. I didn't expect that it was you who was doing something secretly!

Tell me their location quickly.

Do you know that those guys hide the most valuable treasures in Draenor?

"Huh? They still have a treasure hidden? Or is it the most valuable treasure in the world?"

Old Garni was horrified, and immediately showed his teeth and claws in anger:

"It's the opposite! As believers of the God of Garbage, they actually hide rare treasures. What a bunch of damn heretics! I knew the elves couldn't be trusted!

asshole!

They should really be thrown to those black knights right now!"

"You should have noticed something was wrong when they were chased by the Black Knight. Who is the Black Knight? Do you think the best treasure hunters in the stars would be interested in a bunch of garbage guys?"

Blake sarcastically said:

"I see you are really stupid in picking up trash. Come on, give me their gambling location and I will send someone to get them back."

"Oh, even if you are a heretic believer, you are still a believer."

Old Gani rolled his eyes and said in a long voice:

"Who in the whole of Azeroth doesn't know that I, Old Garni, treat my believers the best and will never give up on any of my followers, let alone hand over my followers to a terrible pirate.

They have donated a lot of treasures and rubbish to me. As a Loa with a bottom line, I can't do such a conscientious thing, right?"

"Why are you so annoying? You just want to pay more."

Black took out the eyeball of the Abyss Lord that had just been sent by the Evil Eye from his bag, handed it to Old Garni and said:

"Is this enough?"

“I don’t want this!”

Old Garni snorted and didn't even look at what was in front of him.

It held its nose with its flexible paws and took a few steps back, screaming:

"This is treasure! You know, I can't have treasure, I just want garbage. This is my bottom line."

"puff"

Before Old Garni finished speaking, he saw Blake condensing a shadow flying knife from his fingers, raising the knife in his hand and stabbing the devil's eyeball, which was as big as a demonic orb in his hand.

This knife very accurately destroyed the most valuable part of the eyeball, greatly reducing its ability to condense magic power, but it was not completely destroyed, and a part of the magic core was still retained.

But it succeeded in making this eyeball slip from the highest level of magic material to the level of a worthless thing.

"Now, now it's fresh out of the oven and full of garbage."

Black shook the damaged eyeball in front of old Garni, whose eyes were shining, and said:

"I really like people who have a bottom line, so do you want it? Is this enough to buy your bottom line?"

The eyes of the Dragon God with a thin forehead followed the broken eyeball moving up and down in the smelly pirate's hand. It even made a gesture of swallowing saliva. After a few seconds, Old Garni snatched away the broken garbage eyeball with his flexible claws.

come over.

It shook its head again, made a helpless and sad expression, and said:

"Oh, although I am very kind to my believers, these heretics who hide treasures secretly still need to be punished. They obviously do not sincerely worship me. They just use my hidden divine power to avoid danger.

This behavior is so hateful!

These bad guys must be repaired by an even worse guy, so in the name of the God of Garbage, I issued a bounty to the Uncrowned One.

My dear Great Scavenger Black, please solve this troublesome problem for your scavenging god."

Old Garni held the damaged precious eyeball. It looked at the precious "kill-on-point" garbage in its hand with an obsessed look. It used a nonchalant tone to describe the "traitors" who took advantage of it.

"The exact location was given to Blake.

Black also conveyed the latest target information to the two Void Watchers currently operating in Nagrand through Xal'atath.

He bid farewell to Old Garni who had obtained the satisfactory garbage, stepped on those funny boots, shook his head holding the red turban, and disappeared into the smoke of the garbage dump.

"As expected of you, Laojia, you are indeed my lucky star."

Blake laughed like a great villain. He looked back with satisfaction at the demon fortress whose flames had extinguished. He was thinking about the next thing and walked quickly over there.

In the far west of Nagrand, deep in the ruins of a huge city near the coast, a group of Quel'dorei elves hiding here, dressed like beggars, watched in stunned silence as the statue of the old Garni they visited collapsed.

.

In the stench of the malicious "Loa's fart", they felt that their connection with the garbage god they believed in was severed and they were abandoned by their own god.

Damn it, what happened to this world?
Chapter completed!