Shadow Trails in Azeroth

Outside the sea covered in the mist of Hades, severely damaged and dilapidated ships set sail again.

This time there were a lot less of them.

On the ship, the deck was no longer as lively and noisy as before, and the orcs who could still move were silent. This head-on encounter ended in a miserable failure, which seriously destroyed their confidence.

Also make them aware of:

Being equally matched with humans does not mean that they have the power and qualifications to conquer the entire Azeroth. There are too many powers in this world that can easily destroy them and destroy the entire tribe.

Realizing that you are not the center of the world and that you are not the answer to all problems will certainly make people extremely disappointed, but it can also bring those who are cruel and arrogant back to the cold reality.

Let them realize the current crisis and obey Black's command honestly.

From this point of view, the captain has won this battle!

Captain Black was wearing an eyepatch, with a smile on his face, followed by the second evil eye with a cold sweat on his face, and several Ravager Orc guards who were also surviving the disaster.

They angrily carried the traitors who had given up the struggle and climbed onto the stern of the half-ruined ship.

The one-eyed blood ring warlock was shaken by the sea breeze at this moment.

He had a premonition.

Today, I can learn a lesson from my own captain.

That will definitely be a valuable lesson that he will never forget.

On the platform behind the poop, Blake reached out and took the ropes dropped by Garona. These ropes were very long, and the front ends were firmly fixed to the side of the ship, just like the tails of the battleships.

"Tie them up first. They must be tied firmly to avoid being washed away by the sea water. They cannot cover their mouths, as this will prevent their screams from being heard.

Others cannot hear their wails, feel their pain, and cannot directly see the direct consequences of the rebellion.

This will not serve as a warning to others. "

As if teaching, Blake quickly and professionally tied the hands of the leader of the preparatory rebels with special knots with ropes while the Evil Eye and other orcs watched.

He also reached out to help the orc and wiped the blood from his face.

The latter moved his mouth, as if he wanted to say something begging for mercy.

But in the next moment, all the smiles on Blake's face disappeared.

With a look of indifference on his face, he kicked the orc rebel and kicked him from the stern of the boat into the sea. The guy let out a shrill scream and turned into a ball of waves and fell into the water while being tied up with the rope.

The ship will now begin to accelerate forward, driven by the sea wind with full sail.

The orc tied to the rope was dragged through the water like a trawl net behind a ship.

The cold seawater hit his body. His hands were tied and he couldn't even swim. He could only yell, but when he opened his mouth, seawater poured into his mouth.

In the end, it can only be dragged along the sea surface like a floating stone, leaving a white arc of water.

That must feel terrible.

This can be sensed from the orcs' increasingly shrill screams.

"According to the story I heard."

Blake stood up straight, reached out and patted the shivering Evil Eye on the shoulder. He said in a gentle tone:

"It is said that a pirate was punished like this and persisted in the water for five full days before taking his last breath. The pirate's tenacity was even respected by the Kul Tiran sailors who captured him.

And I am curious, how long can the orcs, who are stronger than humans, endure such torture?

Also, if it was a warlock who could breathe underwater, maybe he wouldn't be drowned, right?

Perhaps every piece of flesh and blood will be washed away by the violent sea water, and only after the bones are exposed, will he die miserably."

The captain spoke like a horror story.

His fingers on Xieyan's shoulders tightened at this moment, he turned sideways and said in the ear of the orc warlock with a cold sweat on his face:

"This is the first time.

I'll pretend I don't know, and you can pretend it didn't happen.

But Evil Eye, if you feel that you have seen too much torture in the Shadow Council, I am really happy and want to show you the 'art' of torturing traitors by the pirates of Azeroth.

That is thousands of years of inheritance, and it will definitely open your eyes.

Work hard, my second mate.

Don't give me that chance, okay? "

Xieyan wiped the sweat from his forehead and nodded without daring to say anything.

Blake pointed to the four remaining people at his feet and said to Evil Eye:

"The execution of these traitors is left to you."

"You have to throw them into the sea yourself, observe them personally, record the time and condition of their death, and finally don't forget to take back their tortured souls.

You are a warlock.

You're the best at this. "

After speaking, Captain Black patted his second officer on the shoulder as if to encourage him. He turned around and strode off the platform with his hands behind his back.

The few Ravager Orcs followed the captain loyally and left.

The infamous talent has already taken effect on this ship.

These Ravage Orcs, who were already clinging to Black's lap and seeking survival in the face of death, began to truly regard the wise and powerful pirate captain as someone they could rely on.

Blake walked quickly back to the stern of the ship. When he saw him coming, Red let go of the steering wheel in his hand. Although he was still angry, he still gave up the power of the helm to the real captain.

This subtle movement made Blake's eyes narrow with joy in his heart.

After checking the sextant, confirming the heading, and turning the steering wheel to steer the warship southward on the sea, he glanced at the translucent character card in front of him:

Class: Level 39 Pirate/Level 30 Ranger/Level 5 Warlock

The half-giant undead of the Kvaldir Legion are very powerful and difficult to deal with, but in response to their powerful response, the experience rewards they bring to Black are also extremely generous.

After one hour of fighting, the pirate class was raised by 4 levels.

If he did not consider the danger of the entire army being wiped out, Black would even have the idea to turn the ship around and rush into the fog to fight. He would soon reach level 40 and would have another talent.

I don’t know what surprise will be given to him this time?

Blake looked at the sunshine on the sea in front of him, and the sea breeze blew gently on his face. The clothes on his body were still a little wet, and he felt a chill when the wind blew.

But under the sunlight, it doesn't look cold, it's like truly escaping from the shadow of Hades.

There were orcs on the deck sorting out some of the remains left behind by their companions, wrapping them in rags and throwing them into the sea. Some orcs stood on the side of the ship, singing in a low voice the songs of their hometown that they remembered.

Not refined.

Like the orc's appearance, it has a desolate and rough appearance. The song sways and echoes along the waves, lingering on the sails and in the waterline, and finally disappears into the vast deep sea along with the corpses.

Of course, there were also the wails of several rebels who were dragging behind the ship and howling miserably as accompaniment, which made pirate Captain Blake feel relaxed and happy at this moment.

——

Good times are always short-lived.

Before dying, the high-level demon Sharazane destroyed the Nagfar.

But it seemed that the destruction was not complete. The devil's "fearless sacrifice" only gave Blake and his crew a day and a half to escape.

As evening approached on the second day, mist rose again behind the broken battleship with full sails galloping forward.

Just like a reminder, urging the orcs on the entire battleship to rush for their lives, every order from Black will be executed immediately.

But relying on the sea breeze alone, it was still impossible to close the distance. But this time, Blake was not as anxious and angry as last time.

the reason is simple.

In front of the warship speeding south, the outline of a continent-like island can already be seen on the vast sea. The destination of this long journey is just ahead.

"They're accelerating! The mist is accelerating!"

Red Blackhand hung half of his body outside the side of the ship, holding a rusted monocular telescope in his hand to observe the sea behind.

Just like a qualified lookout, Blake, who was constantly holding the steering wheel downwards and concentrating on sensing the surrounding situation, reported the situation behind him.

"They have sent out a dragon-headed longship! Those half-giant undead are charging after the mist! Think of a way, captain! If this continues, we will be overtaken in twenty minutes at most!"

Blake did not answer. He continued to sense the changes in the water around the ship.

The orcs on the deck, led by several warlords, had begun to soak their weapons in oil, preparing to light them and fight with the half-giant undead.

In the midst of the noise, the figure of the legendary assassin jumped down from the mast, flipped in the air, and landed next to Blake.

Garona whispered:

"The speed is not enough! They also know that once they let us ashore, they will lose their chance. The speed of the fog rolling in is at least twice as fast as two days ago.

We couldn't get the boat to run aground on the island beach before the fog enveloped us. "

"I don't know enough."

Blake said coldly:

"I'm just waiting."

"It's already here, what are you waiting for?"

Garona was also a little anxious. Her tone was a little fierce. Blake glanced at her and said:

"I'm waiting for the tide to rise! The water has begun to rise, haven't you noticed? The rising tide will quickly rush to the coast with everything on the sea.

Our speed will pick up again. "

"But they'll be faster too!"

The legendary assassin frowned and said:

"That does not work."

"No, they won't be faster, trust me!"

Blake took a deep breath, took his hands off the steering wheel, and shouted to the orc sailors on the deck who were facing the battle:

"Lower all the boats on the ship! Everyone get on the boat, leaving twenty people to help me carry the explosives to the deck! Evil Eye!"

"arrive."

The one-eyed warlock, who was controlling the demon to push the ship, heard the captain's call and immediately responded. Then he heard Black say to him:

"Summon a few big magic bats, take you and Brother Blackhand, and take the wounded, and fly to the coast! The summoning ceremony will start immediately after landing.

You know that magic, right? "

"meeting."

Evil Eye did not hesitate, like an absolutely qualified bastard, he turned around and used the soul stone to summon the mephit demon that could carry people flying. Blake also turned his head and said to Garona:

"You go along and keep an eye on him for me. If he dares to run, then..."

The captain gave her a wink, and Garona nodded clearly.

When she threw out the hook and grabbed the edge of the poop, she looked back at Blake and said:

"What about you?

There are only four small boats on the ship, which are too difficult to carry the orcs. It will take at least twenty minutes for us to fly to the coast. You have to hold on for at least twenty minutes without being overtaken by them. "

"I'm not going anywhere, ma'am."

Blake reached out and pushed up his blindfold. He patted the steering wheel in front of him and said to Garona swornly:

"I am the captain of this ship, and I must persist with my ship until the last moment. The Nagfar is here for me, and as long as I am here, their first target will always be me.

I will buy you enough time to evacuate. "

"Are you so kind?"

Garona looked at Blake suspiciously, who shrugged and said:

"Don't look at me like that, I'm braver than you think. Besides, Hablon came all the way here, and I at least have to say goodbye to him.

This is polite.

Of course, you'd better urge Evil Eye to start the summoning ritual faster, don't let me really die here, it will be ridiculous. "

"Then I'll try my best to get to Zandalar, but don't die on the last journey."

Garona laughed and disappeared quietly into the shadows. Blake looked at the rising fog behind him and stroked the Skull of Gul'dan hanging on his chest.

There was no fear in his eyes, and he was even eager to try.

He wanted to make one last "money" from the Mist Legion before bidding farewell to Habulon for the time being.

Pirates are also thieves, and thieves don't always get away with it.