Shadow Trails in Azeroth

Chapter 134 42. I have turned this curse into power! 【415】--Please subscribe

"Okay, bastards!"

Blake stood on the sea of ​​gold coins on Treasure Island. He looked at the huge black shadow slowly approaching on the sea in front of him, and shouted to a group of bumpkins behind him who were subdued by the power of wealth:

"Brace yourself, if you want to get these treasures, you have to defeat Zemlan first! Look, he is already here!"

"Uuuuuuuuuuuuu"

As soon as the pirate finished speaking, a low and weird horn sound came from outside Treasure Island.

The sound of the horn seemed to carry some kind of dark power, awakening nearly six hundred people on the island. They recovered from the impact of wealth and looked back one by one.

On the sea nearly a thousand meters away, there was a huge and decaying warship, breaking through the waves towards this side.

It's very big.

Surprisingly big.

The black ship that broke through the waves in front of me was even larger than Dai Lin's King of the Sea. Just from the appearance, it was full of oppression.

But it has a weird shape. It has no mast, but nearly a hundred oars protruding from both sides of the lowest level, relying on this raw power to move forward.

On both sides of the huge hull, on the left and right sides of the keel hull, there are smaller boat-shaped structures used to support the stability of such a huge hull on the sea.

It has a very deep draft and its huge weight can be seen.

There is an entire area behind the ship, which is shaped into a troll-style building. It is like small cities that have been moved onto the ship.

But the top deck was bare, with only large, decaying siege crossbows scattered on both sides, and a large group of troll skeletons in pirate uniforms manipulating them.

At the front of the ship, there is a monster sculpture on the bow, with fire burning on it, like a giant beast spitting out flames.

"What kind of ship is this?"

Red Black held the sword in his hand and was full of fighting spirit. He turned to look at Blake beside him and said:

"Why is it flat? And it has to be built so high!"

"This is a unique warship of the Zandalari trolls. It is used to transport war beasts. It is a sea fortress in itself, so don't make such a fuss, Red."

Blake stared at the strange ship in front of him, which looked like a sea monster and was wrapped in black smoke. He said:

"This kind of ship does not fight in your usual way. To form a complete combat system, it must be coordinated by a powerful winged dragoon.

The straight upper deck is for the Winged Dragoons to take off and land. (Ps1)

You should be lucky that Zemlan has not let his ship fight for thousands of years. The pterodactyls and their pirate riders that were supposed to be on board have long since died, otherwise we would have no chance of winning this battle. "

Having said this, Blake shook his head and said softly:

"The combat concept is really advanced. This kind of 'aircraft carrier' was built thousands of years ago. Now the Golden Dynasty's fleet also has such monster ships.

It is a pity that throughout Azeroth, only the Zandalari trolls who are blessed by all spirits are qualified to play like this. After all, only they have an inexhaustible supply of pterodactyls for training.

The air power of other races is really poor against them. "

"Behind! Captain! There are skeletons coming ashore from behind!"

The shout of the warlock's evil eye made Blake look back. On the other side of this treasure island, the undead skeletons moving in Zemlan Port had crossed over from the bottom of the sea and arrived here.

Looking down from the island reef, all white skeletons are walking under the water. Under the orders of their undead captains, they are waving rotten swords and guns and are surrounding Treasure Island.

The difference in quantity is too big.

If you include the skeletons on the big black ship that is approaching, the number of undead pirates under Zemlan's command is at least five or six times that of Blake's team of 600 people.

The orcs roared and drew their swords.

The troll exile captives who were brought over as cannon fodder had no intention of fighting, and most of them were trembling with fear from the scene before them.

They are not warriors.

"Captain! Use your evil wisdom to think of a solution!"

The timid fox quartermaster Eudora also picked up two daggers at this moment. She screamed and shouted at Black, trying to make the captain show off his power.

Now they are trapped on Treasure Island, surrounded by the sea. Once they are surrounded by the submarine skeletons, they will have nowhere to run.

"Ah! Another group of stupid thieves are trying to take away my treasure!"

In this critical situation, a hoarse and dry voice also echoed on the sea.

On the deck of the decaying black ship that was getting closer and closer, a tall troll appeared in front of Blake, holding a sword dotted with rubies.

Surrounded by a group of troll skeletons, he may be the only "alive" person in the undead fleet.

With gray-white skin and a skinny appearance, he looked like an air-dried mummy, but he was also wearing luxurious and sloppy battle clothes and a tattered cloak.

Wearing a black pirate captain's three-cornered hat, his sunken eyes have signs of drying, but they still sparkle with fresh malice and madness.

The pirate king Zemlan, who survived in such a cursed state, shouted with malice and arrogance on the cold sea:

"Another group of little mice fell into a trap! The younger generations who follow the path of plunder in this sea will never learn well, but you are better than others.

Since you are so close to my treasure, I am willing to give you some preferential treatment.

That means welcome to the Immortal Fleet! My new crew. "

Zemlan laughed.

But the next moment, his laughter was suddenly interrupted like a chicken being strangled by the neck, and it seemed that he saw some action that angered him, making this guy become sinister and violent.

He pulled out the sword from his waist, waved it randomly on the deck of his black ship, and roared:

"Zarp! Get your dirty hands! Off the treasure that belongs only to me!"

"No, I refuse."

Blake bent down and picked up an ordinary elf gold coin from the treasure mountain at his feet. He threw it up and down in his hand. He looked back behind him and then looked up at the sea in front of him.

A few hundred meters apart, his eyes collided with those of the pirate king Zemlan, almost causing sparks to fly in the air.

Amid the angry roar of the Pirate King, Black opened his pockets.

In front of everyone, he threw the gold coin into his pocket. The moment the gold coin fell into it, a cold force poured into the pirate's body from the treasure mountain at his feet.

On the character card in front of him, a terrifying negative status appeared instantly:

Eternal Curse: You took treasure that was not yours and you are cursed.

With the emergence of this state, Blake seems to have returned to the state of the undead curse he encountered when he was reborn, the difference is that this time it is more rapid.

This is derived from the power of Bwonsamdi, the troll god of death, to punish defaulters, and it has extraordinary effects on living people.

His skin quickly became shriveled, and his vision became dim.

Each breath weakened, and after a few seconds the desire to breathe disappeared.

His appearance was changing rapidly, and he soon became almost exactly the same as Zemlan, in a form between life and death.

The life force on the character card slipped, and was eventually locked to a precarious level, but as Blake switched back to the title of "Vice Leader of the Gold Teeth Gang".

With the addition of the life sharing of 600 people, his bottomed health bar quickly increased tenfold.

"Well"

In his undead state, Blake moved his shoulders, grinned his withered lips, put his hands on his hips in that terrifying form, and shouted to Zemlan in the distance:

"It's fun to scare people with Bwonsamdi's power, right? Pirate King. But you seem to have forgotten that the source of this curse's power does not belong to you.

You just pretend it's your power, you pretend you have a big advantage, but Bwonsamdi might have something to say about it, so go ahead and play up your terror.

Offal!

You can scare them, but not me!

Old Buang Sandy asked me to tell you something. The debt has been delayed for seven thousand years and cannot be delayed any longer. "

Black raised his left hand and gestured backward. The warlock Xieyan, who was the quickest to react, lowered his head and grabbed a handful of gold coins in his hand. He glanced at the captain's terrifying appearance and hesitated.

Then he gritted his teeth, closed his eyes, and threw the gold coin into his pocket.

The next moment, the warlock's appearance also changed rapidly. In a few seconds, he became the same undead state as Blake. This was a novel and terrifying experience.

But Xieyan moved his body, grabbed Maimu's sword next to him, and stabbed himself in the stomach. The sharp blade went straight into his waist and abdomen, but not a drop of blood came out.

Not even pain.

Evil Eye blinked his rotten eyes, then laughed loudly, raised his hand and began to spread evil energy, throwing out the soul stone that had been prepared, and summoning demons to come to help.

The others looked at Xie Yan and stabbed himself, but they did not die.

They also realized the captain's strategy, so they grabbed the treasures on the ground and threw them into their pockets, letting the curse infect their bodies.

Those troll exile cannon fodders, as long as they are still sane, realize that in the current situation of being surrounded, this crazy behavior of actively contracting the curse is their only chance to survive.

Each one of them was yelling and frantically pulling at the sea of ​​gold coins beneath them.

At the same time, the troll skeletons of the undead fleet rushed onto Treasure Island from all directions under the sea, and the orcs, who were also in the undead state, roared and fought with the skeletons.

They did not defend themselves at all and allowed the swords of those skeletons to cut into their bodies.

The power brought by life sharing envelopes every warrior under Black's command.

The injuries sustained by each person will be spread out evenly on the bodies of 600 people, and no matter how fatal the attack is, it will only become a small scratch under such a terrifying spread.

This is not scientific at all.

But it's magic!

In a moment of chaotic battle, the fox-man Eudora, who was not good at fighting, was surrounded by three skeletons and pierced through the heart by two swords. She howled and fell into a sea of ​​gold coins.

But just as her soul left her body, she was pulled back into her body by the curse of death.

The weak quartermaster blinked blankly, sat up, and touched the wounds on his body. The fatal wounds on the shriveled undead body had already been glued together.

Her body will rot, stink, and eventually become a pathetic form like the skeletons of these trolls, like a cage trapping her soul.

Keep her away from all the beautiful things in the world of the living.

Let her spend the rest of her life wandering in this pale and monotonous world between life and death.

Let her become a ghost who is outside the world and has nowhere to go!

Let her spend endless time repenting of all the sins she has committed.

This seems like eternal life, but it is the most terrible torture in the world. This is the wrath of the god of death, used to punish the bad guys who made deals with him but deliberately broke the contract.

Eudora probably hasn't realized the seriousness of the problem yet.

But given the current situation, this terrible curse can help her and her captain win this battle.

so.

Let's turn this angry curse into new power.

The little fox man got up in the next moment, and without using a knife, he swung his claws and rushed towards the troll skeleton in front of him, tearing it with his claws and biting it with his fangs, in the full posture of a little beast.

She fiercely tore off the head of a troll skeleton and threw it into the sea not far away. This action made several troll skeletons stare at her.

The skeletons opened their mouths and roared silently at her.

"Ouch!"

The little fox man also grabbed a one-handed knife embedded with jewels from the ground, and roared at several skeletons like a little fox with its teeth and claws dancing when it was enraged.

Pooh!

Everyone is now a dead person who will never die!

Who is afraid of whom!

Come!

Fight a great battle!

Ps1: If you really can’t imagine what this ship looks like, you can log in to the game and go to the Monster Island in Pandaria, where there is such a troll warship.

There are a lot of big dinosaurs on it, and there seems to be a rare one that is very difficult to deal with.

It can be regarded as the World of Warcraft version of the aircraft carrier, but in 8.0, it is a pity that this kind of troll warship did not appear.