Shadow Trails in Azeroth

Chapter 166 74. Zemlan’s Big Baby

Facts have proved that leaving a battleship to a group of landlubbers will never end well.

In the early morning of two days later, when the three ships circled the edge of the Wharton Desert and returned to Zemland Port, Blake deeply realized this terrible truth.

The three ships did not get stranded along the way, but many unlucky ones were thrown into the sea when there was a slight storm.

Fortunately, the Nagfar caught them under the sea.

But as punishment, Black deprived them of their stupid, worthless lives, turned them into ghosts, and bound them to work on the Nagfar.

There were also some idiots who damaged the sails and some parts due to operational errors in a hurry, which made the Blackhand brothers furious and hung all the bastards who made mistakes on the mast.

This made the remaining troll exiles more concerned.

Finally, the second half of the voyage didn't cause any trouble.

"They're coming! The Prophet."

In the dilapidated Zemlan Port, which was full of ominous and gloomy atmosphere, a snake hunter quickly rushed into the mostly collapsed ruins and reported to the snake prophet Warwick who was praying there.

"There were three ships heading towards the port. But we didn't see that weird ghost ship."

"It sails beneath the sea."

The snake prophet shook his head, spit out the snake message, and said to his people:

"You cannot look directly at that evil thing with your mortal eyes. Go ahead and let the clansmen prepare to board the ship.

The unbelievers have discovered that we have left the temple. The reason why they have not launched an attack yet is entirely because of the fear of the cursed land of Zemlan Port.

Once they know that the curse of Port Zemlan is gone, they won't give us much time. "

The hunter hesitated.

It looked around with its snake eyes, lowered its voice, and said to the prophet:

"Prophet, the people are talking. Many people think that we abandoned the temple and blasphemed the gods. And we also handed the sacred objects to a group of pirates. This is really outrageous."

"Ignore it!"

The old prophet closed his eyes and said in a hoarse voice:

"It is for the safety of the sacred objects that we have to stay away from our hometown. The tribesmen will eventually understand the meaning of this sacrifice, and now is not the time to explain.

Go gather them. For those warriors who really don't want to leave, leave them enough supplies and weapons to stay in their hometown and continue fighting.

Tell them again, don't go back to the temple, don't throw yourself into a trap.

If there is nowhere else to go, go to the Temple of Akunda. Loa, the benevolent and powerful lizard, has accepted the fox people, and he will accept our people. "

"Yes, Prophet."

The snake hunters ran out quickly. In the early morning night, the snake hunters moved very fast. After receiving the prophet's order, they immediately started taking action.

The weak tribesmen who had just been rescued were supported or carried on sandworm mounts, walked out of their hiding places, and gathered at the harbor dock.

There were also elite Templar warriors, using a huge stretcher to carry their sacred keystones shining with blue arcs, and led by the old prophet to the gathering place.

Soon, the three warships reluctantly sailed into the docks on both sides in a crooked posture. After anchoring, huge wooden boards were placed between the ships and the docks.

Snake people boarded the ship one after another, and Prophet Warwick was waiting at the deepest part of the abandoned dock with the sacred key stone.

A few minutes later, as the sea water was quietly parted, and amid the rolling and peeling off of the waves, an evil and dark ghost ship rose from the water.

With water splashing down, like a giant beast probing its head, it appeared in front of the snake-man prophet.

"Wow"

On the rotten side of the ship, exuding a cold air, a gray-white wooden board was pushed by several troll ghosts and placed on the pier, making a low collision sound.

The old prophet leaned on the snake staff, spit out the snake letter, and was the first to step up the stairs.

The moment he stepped on it, he felt that the ship in front of him seemed to be looking at it coldly, but it seemed to be an illusion, and the feeling of being watched disappeared in the next moment.

"Your sacred object is placed in the lower cabin, and there is a special place reserved for it."

Sephiel, the ghost dragon wearing a sailor's three-cornered hat, is suspended over the side of the ship with her arms folded. On this dark warship, she can appear as a ghost entity and can move freely.

This was a privilege given to her by Black, after all she had been appointed as the first mate of this ghost ship.

The ship spirit of the Nagfar did not resist this appointment, probably because he "ate well" in the past few days, so his favorability increased a bit.

"I haven't seen you before."

The old snake-man prophet watched as the sacred keystone, which shone with electric arcs, was escorted by the Templars and sent into the dark cabin. It looked back at Sephiel.

Miss Ghost Dragon will appear in her cold elf form. The old snake-man prophet had lived in the Wharton Desert all his life and had never seen a high elf.

Its eyes quickly fell on the sharp ears on both sides of Sephiel's hair, and it said in a different tone:

"Are you some kind of troll, too?"

"Ha, you must never say this in front of real elves, whether they are night elves or high elves. Be careful they beat you."

Sephiel curled his lips and said to Warwick:

"I am the first mate of the Nagfar, Blake's companion. You go to the cabin to rest first. The captain goes out to do some personal business and will be back soon.

You are snakes, you should be able to adapt to the cold environment, right? "

"Well, we snake people do like to be active at night, that makes us feel comfortable. But this ship is different."

Warwick shook his head, looked at the Nagfar with awe, and said:

"Its coldness goes straight into the soul. No living person should stay here for too long. I will take my people to the ship that belongs to us.

They need me. "

"Okay, whatever you want."

Sephiel waved his hand and said to the old prophet:

"But you'd better learn to control the ship quickly. The next step is to cross half of the world. Although it's not the monsoon season, the journey will definitely not be as comfortable as you think."

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The night before dawn is the darkest.

Blake was riding alone in a small boat, holding a paddle in his hand, and rowing in the direction of Treasure Island, but he was not lonely because there was a little fishman "piloting" in the water next to him.

It swims very freely in the water and spits out splashes of water from time to time.

And at the very front of the boat, there was a noisy guy screaming. Daglop, the demon imp belonging to Black, was once again summoned to the material world.

It's in a very good mood.

Probably because the former owner who broke the contract was severely punished last time, and the ungrateful high-level Eredar demon died in Azeroth.

"Sarazane is very weak now! Boss."

The demon kid, who couldn't take any time off at that moment, sat in front of Blake's boat with a very arrogant attitude. Its slender tail swung back and forth, and its eyes dotted with evil energy shone with vicious light.

It waved its claws and used a ball of evil energy fireball to hit the little fishman in the water, but the latter easily dodged it.

While playing around again, he said flatteringly to Blake:

"Its soul was sent back to the Twisting Nether, and it did not dare to show its face again. The terrifying undead half-giant used the power of death to destroy the integrity of its soul.

It is now like a dog, hiding in its lair in Niscala, afraid to come out.

Boss, I have a very evil idea!