Shadow Trails in Azeroth

"Whoosh"

By canceling the summons and then summoning it again, Daglop, the little ghost on the Nagfar, was first sent back to the Twisting Nether, and then re-summoned to Black a few seconds later.

The moment the kid appeared, he waved his claws and threw a bunch of fist-sized evil arrows forward amidst the screams. He accurately shot them into the mouth of the roaring half-giant undead in front of him.

Because of their strength, these misty undead souls are very afraid of fire. Even the weak magic of the imp still caused the mighty half-giant to shut his mouth suddenly when the firelight hit his mouth.

The war cry he just shouted was also forcibly interrupted.

It also wanted to raise the rusty halberd to fight back, but the cold-faced Blake in front of him held the knife with both hands and slashed forward. The legendary blade Sankesu sliced ​​through the half-giant undead weapon extremely smoothly.

In the next second, it was cut off along with its neck.

"boom"

The huge half-giant quickly collapsed into a cold mist, and its soul still failed to return to Hades. Black unceremoniously transformed its soul into experience.

He was thrown into the pirate class without even looking at it.

Then, holding the knife, he rushed into the shadows, and in the shadow step, he rushed into the side of three or four Kvaldir Mist Warriors who were besieging the mast, and struck out with another cleave, gaining three more regiments of experience.

Proudmoore's bloodline, hunting excitement, and weapons master's series of powerful talent blessings make Blake's fighting process extremely sharp and smooth.

There are passive ranger combat skills like Farstrider Blade Dance, and active combat skills like Shadow Strike that are already very handy and can add shadow power to the weapon.

In his hand he also held a legendary weapon that could defeat demons.

In this massacre in which Blake completely let go, his killing power against these half-giant undead souls has increased dramatically, and he has already exerted a combat power that is two or three times his true strength.

But this state cannot last long.

On the one hand, in real war, no matter how powerful the warrior is, there will be a time when his physical strength is exhausted.

On the other hand, there is a very practical reason.

Flame Blade Sankesu is too heavy.

This sword was not originally prepared for agile professions like thieves. It was a swordmaster weapon that should have been wielded by warriors who focused on strength and physical training.

The pirate had only been wielding the sword with all his strength for a few minutes, but he already felt his arms shaking. His mortal body had not been exercised enough, and at this stage it was difficult for him to exert the destructive power that a legendary blade should have.

After cutting down two more half-giant undead, Blake decisively put Sankesu back into the magic bag, and smoothly pulled out the Thrash Blade and Demon Strike from his waist.

This light, fast and deadly weapon is what assassins should use.

"Wave ahead! Prepare for impact!"

The moment Blake escaped into the shadows, Reid Blackhand, who was holding the steering wheel on the stern of the ship, screamed loudly.

All the orc warriors on the deck, as long as they could still move, rushed towards the fixed objects around them at this moment.

A few seconds later, the speeding ship, pushed by a dozen demons from behind, plunged into the fog that had begun to dissipate in front of it, and followed the violent waves that were stirred up, as if it was gliding all the way up.

Blake in the shadow threw out the hook lock, wrapped it around the mast, and lifted it upwards along the ship at a large angle. At this moment, his entire body had his feet separated from his body and was dragged into the air.

In the next moment, as the hook lock straightened, like a swallow returning, it was pulled back to the observation deck above the trembling mast.

The moment Blake landed, he ignored his grace and image and opened his arms to hug the mast in front of him. The next moment, the warship, which was lifted to the highest point by the waves, plunged down again.

Amidst the harsh snapping sound of the bowsprit, the ship was like a toy caught in the hands of a giant.

It soared into the air for an instant, and then plunged into the turbulent seawater like a slanting dart.

The white water waves swept across the deck like a giant fist, sucking in the unsecured orcs and half-giant undead.

The waves violently rushed across the deck, tearing the sides of the ship apart, and sweeping away all the corpses on the deck. It was like a violent cleaning of the old ship.

Rolling along the waves, the ocean was several times more violent than before. Under the power of Hell, it completely abandoned the persona of a pure lady and revealed its wild side.

The observation deck where Blake was sitting was hit by a big wave and broke off from the top.

The pirate danced and was submerged into the waves, and while the world was spinning, he locked the target with difficulty and fled back to the poop of the ship with a shadow step.

In this violent and dark tide, even the gathering and dispersing of shadows became difficult.

The sea water in Azeroth is not as simple as it seems on the surface. It is indeed water, but it also has elemental power seeping into it. This world also has a shamanic heritage.

Elemental spirits exist everywhere in the world, so when the ocean is furious, the magic release of spellcasters will also be affected. The effect of ice magic will be strengthened, and the power of fire magic will be weakened.

As for Warlock Magic

The elemental spirits of the sea clearly don't like warlocks.

Therefore, the shadow magic will be severely suppressed.

"Go! Push them into the cabin!"

Black, who was soaked all over, grabbed the steering wheel from Red's hand and shouted to the equally embarrassed orc chief. Red didn't say much and jumped off the deck before the next wave hit.

Using his hands and feet, he dragged several weak orcs and threw them into the cabin below the deck.

Blake grabbed the steering wheel, and the next moment, a huge force came from the steering wheel armrest. The impact of the waves made it very difficult to adjust the rudder in this situation.

As for the sails, fortunately, they had been stowed away when they broke through just now, so they would not be torn apart by the waves.

The pirate struggled to hold on to the steering wheel and looked at the five- to six-meter-high waves rising from the sea in front of him, like a wall of sea water, lining up and smashing towards the ship.

"Hold on, it's the last wave."

Blake whispered.

It seemed as if the sound of peeling off and breaking under his feet was constantly making people feel sad, and the shaking warship was talking. On the sea in front of him, the fog had reached its final edge.

Across the dark and turbulent sea, across the big waves in front of him, he could even see the shadowy sunlight not far away, leaving only a thin layer of mist like a gauze curtain.

A scene apart, two worlds.

"I said before, this ship is a tough and silent warrior. You can trust it no matter what time."

The old mage Merry Dongfeng, who had not shown up at all before and had a very low sense of presence, slowly appeared next to Black with the flashing technique, holding a pine stick.

The ship floated and swayed extremely exaggeratedly, but the old mage remained firmly rooted on the deck, and the boiling water all around was blocked by the violet magic shield around him.

He was leaning on a wooden stick, slightly hunched over, and stood together with Blake, who was holding the rudder of the ship, looking at the roaring waves crashing in front of him.

"I heard that sailors have a saying called sea dog waves?"

Meili Dongfeng blinked and asked:

"Does the current wave count?"

"this?"

Blake, who was soaked all over, grinned. He pushed up his blindfold and said:

“This is considered a giant wave at best, and it’s already very gentle.

It's far worse than a bitch-like sea dog wave. If you make such a common-sense mistake in front of other Kul Tirans, you will be laughed at.

Master, stand still. "

The pirate said something, and used all his strength to turn the helm in his hand to the left. The ship, pushed by the demons from behind, completed the last fine-tuning of its course in front of the wave.

Let it face the rolling waves at 90°, and it quickly slid up again. As the ship tilted at a large angle, it was pushed to a position of five or six meters above the sea level in a few seconds.

Just like climbing a mountain, with the sound of the battleship rattling, it roared to the top, and then plunged towards the sea beyond the mist.

Blake had closed his eyes, preparing for the next impact, but unexpectedly, the impact of falling to the sea this time was much lighter.

With only a faint vibration, the entire ship landed steadily on the sea.

The pirate opened his eyes, glanced to the side, and saw the old mage Merry Dongfeng holding the Skull of Gul'dan that was supposed to be kept by the Evil Eye in his left hand, and raising the fingers of his right hand lightly in front of him.

The violent evil energy and shadow magic were extracted by the demilich using orthodox arcane magic and then released.

With him as the center of the circle, the entire ship is now wrapped in a layer of light green magic shield. It was this magic shield just now that offset most of the vibration and damage caused by the ship falling.

"It's really hard to imagine what kind of story the orc warlock Gul'dan went through to be able to condense such a huge magical container after his death."

Merry Winterwind interrupted his spellcasting at the next moment, glanced at the evil-stricken Skull of Gul'dan in his hand, handed it to Black, and looked at the pirate again.

explain:

"This thing is an extreme temptation for any warlock and evil-minded spellcaster. Your 'magic consultant' almost made a wrong choice.

But that's not his fault.

It was you who put the temptation in front of him that he couldn't bear.

Next time, when entrusting something like this, it's best to choose someone with a strong will. "

"Thank you, Master."

Black put away the Skull of Gul'dan, put chains through the eye sockets of the skull, and hung it on his chest.

He glanced at the half-destroyed stern of the ship behind him. The Evil Eye Warlock was squatting there shivering, with the brilliance of arcane magic still remaining on his body. He had obviously been "taught" by the old mage just now.

The pirate shook his head, not intending to punish him.

The ship was able to escape the fog of Hades. Tiga Evil Eye really helped a lot. The nature of the warlock is not so easy to eliminate. As a captain, it is absolutely necessary to have clear rewards and punishments.

"Well, it's safe."

The pirate threw out the hook and jumped onto the highest point of the stern of the ship.

Looking towards the foggy sea area behind me, the gloomy darkness there is in sharp contrast with the sunlight irradiating on the sea surface now.

Among the shadows, Blake could still see several clusters of green meteorites whizzing towards the center of the foggy sea in the gloomy sky.

"Is Sharazane dead?"

He lowered his head and asked the devil kid at his feet. Daglop did a backflip lightly on the spot and shouted in a sharp and noisy tone:

"No! I can feel its life force passing away, but it is still fighting. It is a high-level eredar, powerful, and can recruit low-level demons to join the battle.

As ordered by your evil master, I left a lot of soul stones there, enough for it to be used to summon more demons.

If there is a small army of demons to help it fight, it will not die so easily. "

"Very good, monitor it all the time and notify me immediately if there are any changes."

Blake gave instructions to the kid.

The latter saw with his own eyes the fate that his old master would face, and felt that the great revenge had been avenged. Naturally, he had a treacherous smile on his face, and even gave Black an orc military salute in a strange way.

"Quack gua gua"

When the pirate jumped off the deck, he heard the croaking of the little fish man again. When he looked back, he saw Benbolba climbing up the deck from the broken net on the side of the ship, shaking the water from his body.

It was holding something in its hand, barking and running towards Blake, and then running back and forth around Blake. This was another lucky little fish man, "offering a treasure" to his owner.

"Come here quickly, I really paid for you in vain."