Azeroth Shadow Trail

   Chapter 89 88. The real start of a career (below)

   "Crash"

Under the control of a group of orc sailors, the slightly dilapidated human warship lowered its sails in half, and propelled by the wind on the coast, the ship was driven from the bay into the shallow sea.

   There were other orcs carrying the supplies they had collected. In order to save time, they loaded these things in small boats, and sent them up after the big boat had adjusted its orientation.

  Everything appears to be in order.

  Red Blackhand was wearing armor and was directing his boys to do this and that on the deck. He looked very professional, but the busy scene in front of him seemed like a **** to Black.

   Not to mention the naval sailors of the Kul Tiras fleet in his memory.

   Compared with those merchant sailors in Boralus Harbor, it cannot be said to be very good.

   Orcs are really bad at sailing.

   The orcs of the Black-Toothed Smile Clan are already the most powerful sailors in the tribe. According to Black's understanding, a considerable number of orcs in this new clan are from the Shadowmoon Clan.

   In the world of Draenor, the Shadowmoon clan, who are good at astrology and psychic magic, is the navigator character in the orc civilization.

   "You said that the ship that was chasing you was the Nagfar, the legendary keel battleship in hell? It is said that it was the soul boat used to transport souls by the queen of hell, Hela?

  Have you seen it with your own eyes? "

  The voice of the old mage rang in the ears of the pirates, Blake looked back and said to Merry Winterwind:

   "I didn't see it, Master, I came to the Broken Isles on that legendary ship."

   "Believe me, it doesn't have the majesty of death as legend has it, it's okay from the outside, but the inside environment is horrible.

  If I am lucky enough to capture it, I will definitely take you on a tour myself. "

   "Well, young man, it's very ambitious."

   The old mage laughed, his rotten eyes looked at the sea in the distance, he said:

   "Playing the chase and escape game with the **** of death on the sea, not only is not afraid, but also thinks about getting a trophy from the **** of death. Should I say you are bold?

   Or should we say that you are full of passive courage? "

   "I'm going to turn my face anyway, and I don't want to whitewash peace."

  The pirate pushed the blindfold of his left eye and said:

   "Since you want to betray, you have to stab her hard so that arrogant guy knows it hurts! Well, it's time for us to get on board.

   You said before that the soul barrier needs to be maintained daily.

   With your strength, you can maintain it for at most half a month”

   "Well, that's Hela after all."

   The old mage shrugged, without concealing the truth, and said:

   "In the realm of the soul, little Aegwynn and I are far from her. This magic researched by little Aegwynn will increase the burden on the soul, and half a month is the limit.

   It's not that I can't last, it's that your soul can't last longer.

   So I want to ask you, is half a month enough? And I think little Aegwynn has told you that if something goes wrong with you, I'll leave with the Skull of Gul'dan.

   I won't, and can't help you in battle.

   I have a Nathrezim inside of me, and if it gets out of control, it will only get worse. So it might be better for you to just sit back and watch. "

   "At sea, you are not required to fight."

  Black walked to a small boat next to him and said to the legendary mage behind him:

   "I just need to use your power to intimidate this group of disobedient orcs.

   Just like a real pirate captain, he brought a group of subordinates with different ideas to win a victory on the sea.

   For half a month, the winner takes everything and the loser loses everything.

  My real career will start tonight, with a standard pirate-like starting point, on the stage that belongs to me in this world. "

   He picked up the oars and invited the old mage to get on the boat.

   He picked up the spirit lamp and hung it on the bow of the boat. To the sound of the water slapping the little murloc croaking and "piloting" ahead, Blake pulled his hood and grinned.

He says:

   "I have a hunch that this will be a journey worth remembering for a lifetime."

—

   After half an hour, the ship full of orcs sailed out of the bay with half sails. Red Blackhand took the helm himself. He already knew about this sea area full of reefs and planned to sail out the way he came.

  Black stood on the bow, Garona sat on the trunk beside him.

  The legendary assassin looked at the farther and farther coast at night, and her eyes finally fell on the Tomb of Sargeras on the other side of the beach. That thing in the dark night looked very gloomy, like a dark substance manifesting.

   "We just keep it and leave it alone?"

she says:

   "Are you people in this world so casual when dealing with things that may destroy the world?"

   "That thing is out of our hands."

  The pirate who was taking a bottle of rum from his magic bag twisted the wooden cork and explained:

   "Don't think that humans are powerful just because human civilization beat your orcs down. In this world, human civilization is not the protagonist on the stage.

   Someone will clean up this mess.

  They may already be on their way.

   It's not a good thing to be stared at by the eternal watchers of the moon **** who dedicated everything to them. Even you, Lady Garona, are not necessarily their opponent in their hunt in the Shadow Realm.

but me

  How to say, I'm not ready to deal with them yet.

   Want a drink?

  This thing is standard for pirates. From the South China Sea to the North Sea, all pirates like this, and I have to get used to it. "

   "No way."

   Garona waved her hand and said:

   "Alcohol is a taboo for all assassins, but your situation is special, so drink it openly and use alcohol to numb your fear, it's not a shameful thing."

   "You talk really poisonous sometimes. Didn't Khadgar tell you that?"

   "bass"

   A sharp blade flew past, representing Garona's attitude.

   She didn't like that Black always brought Khadgar up in front of her.

  Though, she does have some odd relationships with that human mage that are closer than friends.

  The laughter of pirates echoed in this hazy early morning night, in the dim moonlight, the ship sailed into the sea, and in the farewell of the waves, they left this ominous place.

   is like a traveler who is full of wind and dust, not to stop and rest, but to go to the next journey.

   The pirate who had been drinking picked up the nautilus pendant belonging to Dalene that he had picked up on the bottom of the sea, and put it in front of his eyes, the magical image in it swayed in front of him.

   Against the wind, he hummed a song that should not have appeared at this time, and may never appear again.

   The singing is hoarse, corresponding to the tide.

   "Be careful, be careful, daughter of the sea~"

   "Listen, he's crying~"

   "The sea breeze rises, the sound is broken~"

   "Everything sinks to the bottom of the sea and goes with the wind~"

—

   Six hours later, when dawn will come.

   "woo woo woo"

   As the swaying sea surface rolled, the low and muddy horn sounded under this increasingly icy water.

   That was the horn of the Nagfar.

   Originated from the vrykul clan in the north, those half-giants living in harsh environments, hunting, fighting, and sacrificing, are indispensable to this low and desolate bone horn accompaniment.

   The sea in front of me quickly became turbid, like something dark that crawled out of the abyss was polluting the ocean.

   There is also fog.

   That kind of thick, wet, and extremely uncomfortable cold fog, on the sea, the beach rose, and in just a few seconds, the place was covered with shadows.

   In the fog, there is a group of cold and pale light that glows, like a small beacon in the dark, guiding the things of **** into the world.

  In the thicker and thicker fog blocking the sea, the dark things under the sea became clearer and larger.

   It is rising fast.

quietly.

  In the end, with the gurgling sound of the water surface, like the sound of a big octopus crawling out of the sea, the ghost ship Nagfar appeared again in this world.

   It's still the same as before.

   The gloomy keel shaped the deck, the ominous shabby white gauze swayed around the mast, and the aggressive bow shaped like a dragon's head shone with a dim green light.

   On the hull deck, covered with seaweed barnacles, the silent half-giant mist necromancer.

   Hablon the Soul-Inducer is their leader.

   Today's spirit-inducing people are still the same as in the past, wearing heavy robes and hoods, and can only see the pale beards on their chins like dead people's hair.

   But this time, he didn't have a scythe in his hand.

   This seems to represent good news.

  The soul-seeker has come to collect the gift that the hunter promised to give to the queen.

   But the moment he appeared on the deck of the Nagfar, all he saw and felt was an empty broken beach.

   No Blake Shaw here.

   There is not a single captured legendary soul here!

   On the beach here, the island is littered with corpses, but nothing! Not a single dead soul!

   The hunter left nothing for him.

   That chop!

   He ran away.

   He ran off with the treasure that should have been dedicated to the Queen.

   is like a slap in the face, slapped **** the face of Hablon and the entire abyss of hell.

   "click"

   The Soul Inducer's fists were clenched, his gray ruthless eyes flashed with anger, and he raised his Soul Induction lamp without hesitation, to activate the **** curse that had been left on Black when he first met.

   Take back the soul of the **** who dared to betray Queen Hela!

   Throw him into the filthiest sea of ​​hell and feed him to those disgusting soul-eating squids!

but.

"Um?"

  There was no reaction on Hablon's soul lamp, as if there was some kind of force blocking his magic of harvesting Blake's soul, like a wall between him and Blake's soul.

  The curse is still there!

   but cannot be activated.

   This made the complexion even more gloomy under Habloon's red hood.

  Black obviously had a premeditated plan. Perhaps that cunning human being was ready to betray as early as when they first met and prayed to join the hell.

   He and Hell have never been of one mind!

   "What a shame"

   The soul-inducing person lowered his head, as if talking to himself.

   I don't know if I'm talking about Black's stupid betrayal, or if I'm saying that I couldn't see through that human's thoughts.

   It may have been hundreds of thousands of years of seduction that made him lose the cunning sensitivity to these mortal beings, but now, he realized the mistake he had made.

   This empty and desolate beach in front of him is the "resignation letter" that Blake handed to him and Hell.

  But, joined the hell, still want to run?

   How easy is it!

   "Summon the Kvaldir Legion! I need a vanguard. Let those misty pirates who only know plunder and slaughter join me at the fastest speed."

   The Soulcatcher bent down, grabbed a handful of dirty sand on the deserted beach, and watched it trickle down his fingertips.

   He calmly shouted to the misty undead behind him:

   "The betrayal and his splendid ambitions are just a splash in the eternal tide, and the majesty of death cannot be challenged! Even if the chase goes to the ends of the earth, the cursed soul of Blake Shaw will be brought back to hell!

   In the name of the Queen!

  The hunt of death has begun! "

   "Crash"

The   keel battleship sank into the sea amidst the cries of the undead sailors, and disappeared after ten seconds.

  Everything has returned to the calm and dead silence that this deserted beach should have.

   However, after the departure of the Hablon and the Nagfar, in the almost silent flow of shadows, two tall ladies emerged from the shadows they were hiding.

   They are nearly two meters tall, wearing weird full-coverage armor, carrying a powerful thorn knife wheel, the battle helmet is marked with an owl, and the decoration behind them is in the shape of a crescent moon, which is bent from the shoulders.

  This look is full of mystery, faith, solemnity and restraint.

"Record!"

   One of the women said in hoarse Salas:

"The Naglfar appeared on the Broken Shore. The suspected underworld forces also participated in the Tomb of Sargeras incident tonight. After the sisters completed the hunt for those demons and the cunning Naga Mother, they returned to the watch. After the island, report the news to the distinguished lady.

  She might be interested. "

   (end of this chapter)