Black knew that the "oracle" he left to the first generation Zul would bring many changes, but he did not expect the changes to come so suddenly.

When the stupid little murloc croaked and pointed at its armor that was supposed to be elf-style but had inexplicably turned into troll-style, it had a frightened expression on its face.

The pirate also took out some treasured drinks from his luggage with a blank expression and found that at least one-fifth of the labels had the Troll language logo inexplicably on them.

This fully proves that because of his actions just now, the influence of troll civilization will be greatly enhanced in the era 10,000 years later.

"so far so good."

Black touched his ears, and they were still pointed. This proved that Quel'Thalas still existed ten thousand years later and had not been destroyed by the Amani trolls.

This shows that the "changes" he brought to the Troll Empire were not enough to affect the world structure ten thousand years later.

But such strange fluctuations in fate still reminded the pirate that he must advance such changes more carefully, just like deliberately shooting a few bullets that missed the target.

Perhaps the deviation when flying out of the muzzle is only a millimeter, but after a long period of 10,000 years of catalysis, the bullet will eventually miss the target by hundreds of thousands of miles.

Such behavior is undoubtedly very dangerous. If you are not careful, Black will change from a "half-elf" to a "half-troll".

Although saying this is somewhat racist, Blake really doesn't want to grow two fangs.

"Thankfully, at this point 10,000 years ago, there were only three major civilizations in the entire world, and humans had not yet appeared. The Vrykul probably had just formed a clan in Tirisfal Glades, and the dwarves and gnomes

The ancestors are still sleeping in Uldaman, the orc ancestors are still happily collecting sheep dung eggs in Draenor, and the draenei are still floating among the stars."

Blake picked up the nervous and suspicious little fish-man. He patted the little fool on the head and said:

"Even if I want to cause big things, I don't have much room to do it. Unless I give up my little Maiev relatives and go to the Tirisfal Glades on the other side of the world to speed up the curse of flesh and blood for those Vrykul...

Well, actually it’s not impossible.”

The pirate rubbed his forehead and said:

"Let's see, let's see if I can still leave a day or two for me to complete this matter. A human empire that has existed for more than eight thousand years, maybe they can conquer the world and enter the stars.

But if you think about it carefully, with the evil nature of human beings who are keen on fighting among themselves, the eight-thousand-year-old empire has probably destroyed itself long ago. Forget it, it’s better not to take risks.”

Blake rubbed his handsome cheeks and said to the little fish-man:

"I don't want to turn myself into a 'half-human' or 'half-murloc' or something weird."

"Quack!"

The little fish-man sat on Black's shoulder, waved his fist and shouted. It thought Black was evil. What's wrong with fish-men? Are fish-men inherently inferior to humans?

Pooh!

I think you, the racist stinky pirate, need a good punch.

"There's still some time. Let's go and see that big tyrannosaurus."

Black took out his pocket watch and looked at it. It was still half an hour before the departure time he and Shaohao agreed on. The pirates did not plan to wander around the golden city anymore.

Without ten thousand years of accumulation, the wealth in this troll city is far less impressive than it would be ten thousand years later. Pirates are now people with status.

He didn't bother to give up his dignity for a trivial treasure.

Amid the cheers of the little murlocs, the pirate threw a "Super Sheep Transformation Technique" on himself, turning himself into a black raven like the druid, flapping his wings and heading towards the outside of Dazar'alor.

Flying away from the primitive jungle.

As a fish-man druid, Benbolba howled and turned into a small crow in the air and followed behind Black, gliding easily with the "wake" created by the flapping of Black's wings.

One after another, they quickly flew to the mountains northwest of the Golden City. There was a real golden city here, but it was rarely visited.

This is normal, this is the cemetery of the trolls, where their ancient and glorious ancestors are buried.

Blake flew around the sky a few times and then landed quietly on the city stairs leading to the golden tomb. He took out a bottle of wine, bit open the cork and took a sip, and then let out his own breath.

Soon, he felt a huge will awakening in the surrounding jungle. Amidst the shaking of the ground, an astonishingly large green Devil Rex appeared in the woodland outside the cemetery with dragon-like yellow eyes.

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The dress of this Devilsaurus is no different from that of 10,000 years ago. A luxurious golden helmet covers its big head, and decorations made of the fangs of the evil Loa it killed hang below its big mouth.

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From the back to the tail, the trolls used the most luxurious gold to shape the protective armor. The two small claws and the full-covering armor on the two thick legs were almost entirely made of blessed gold.

Those gold vessels are also dotted with various gorgeous gems, making this Loa, the guardian of the kings, look fierce and noble.

Not to mention anything else, the extremely high quality gold and gems on it alone would be enough to buy a large territory in the Eastern Continent ten thousand years from now.

No king could refuse such a generous offer.

And in Zandalari, so much gold was just used to shape meaningless armor for the patron saints of the troll emperors... Hey! It's a devilsaur!

No matter how strong these gold objects are, they are not as strong as the copper-clad iron bones, sharp claws and teeth it originally possesses. They are almost useless other than to show their nobility.

"A god?"

The powerful god of strength, Lezan, poked his head out of the forest. He saw the pirate sitting on the steps of the cemetery, drinking wine and waving to him.

When he saw this strange guy, Lezan, who was the demigod Loa, tightened his eyes suddenly, and the instinct of the beast was telling him to run!

The inexplicable guy that suddenly appeared in front of me has the power to kill it.

When Lazan looked directly at Blake, he felt as if he was looking directly into the abyss.

Even without eye contact, the power emanating from the guy in front of him was still like a spinning whirlpool, sucking all of his mind into it.

"Don't run!"

Blake took a sip of wine and said:

"I'll break your legs if you dare to run! Come here, I'm not here to beat you. I just want to negotiate a condition with you. What I mean is that I need you to do me a favor."

Ryzan realized Black meant no harm.

This surprised the powerful Devilsaur God, but it no longer resisted communicating with Black again. Under the pirate's gaze, Lazan shrank his body and walked out of the forest like a velociraptor.

It stood cautiously more than ten meters away from Blake and said to the pirate in an awe-inspiring manner:

"What does an omnipotent god need from me, a weak beast?"

"Weak?"

Blake blinked in surprise, stared at the pocket-sized Lezan in front of him, and said:

"How can a Loa who can compete with the demigods of the wilderness be called weak? If you are fighting in the territory of the trolls, even if Malorne's big white deer comes, he may not be able to defeat you.

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You see, I need to do something, but it’s not convenient for me to show up in person, so isn’t it normal to find some powerful people who can cooperate?

You don't have to be surprised at all, you just need to nod and help me fight... Of course, I will give you something."

"Benefits? What benefits?"

As the guardian of the kings of the Golden Dynasty, Raizan has been the true uncrowned king in this land of Zandalari trolls since he signed a protection contract with the first emperor Daza.

It has been a long time since it had to sell its power for a little benefit. At this time, facing Black's suggestion, Lazan was a little hesitant.

But it also knows that rejecting a god is less than "proper" behavior.

So it blinked and asked tentatively:

"Do you want to grant me your majesty? Just as Loa bestows power and glory on believers, in fact, I do not resist becoming a true servant of the gods.

Alas, the way of Loa has its limit after all, and I have almost reached that limit."

"That's right, no matter how strong the Loa are, they can't surpass the shackles of your existence form itself, especially in terms of strength growth, your growth curve is far less smooth than the wilderness demigods.

But Raizan, my dear Raizan, this refers to the other Loamen.

You are different from them."

Blake squeezed his eyes and said to the "sad" Devilsaur in front of him:

"In addition to being a Loa blessed by nature, you are also a guardian of civilization, aren't you? Your existence form has been bound to the civilization of the Zandalari trolls because of the contract of First Emperor Dazar.

When the trolls are strong, you are strong; when the trolls are weak, you are weak.

Although in my opinion, this kind of binding is an adventure where the input and output are not proportional, it can indeed help you break through Loa's limits.

Think about it, if the trolls can reunite to form a large world empire as they did thousands of years ago, and if this empire is controlled by the Zandalari trolls, your power as a guardian of civilization will almost expand to

limit."

The pirate said eloquently:

"Of course, relying on the strength of the mortal empire is not enough for you to embark on the path to the highest realm of the Force, but you are already qualified.

I will make a promise to you, Raizan, in ten thousand years...

If you were still here at that time and I was still here, I would give you a ‘key’ to the supreme path to the Force of Life.”

Blake raised his left hand in front of Lezan. It was obviously broad daylight, but a dim moonlight would fall down here and fall on Blake's fingertips.

The dim moonlight gathered to form dancing light spots, which illuminated Lazan's eyes.

As a beast blessed by life, Lazan can undoubtedly feel the path to the "supreme" from it, which will be the same as the life in front of him, the path to abandon the worldly world and ascend to the throne of God.

"Of course, I will only give you a key...it depends on you how far you can go."
To be continued...