Shadow Trails in Azeroth

"Mrgllll glrrm gl!!!"

On the long beach in the dark night, the huge old blind man yelled. He dragged his harpoon and yelled at the short alien fishman in front of him with a weird eye patch, trying to scare this guy.

This trick is often very useful.

Murlocs are timid creatures.

They will develop courage when they are in groups, but when one-on-one, they will instinctively feel afraid of any creature larger than them.

When the old blind man was young, he found something magical on the bottom of the sea, a bone from an unknown origin, exuding an alluring aroma.

It took him a year to chew off the bone.

Then I got magical power.

He is bigger than other murlocs, stronger than other murlocs, and his brain has become surprisingly easy to use. He knows how to win over guys who can fight, and he even led the Long Beach murlocs to drive away the annoying jackals.

The old blind man knows how to exploit the weaknesses of the fishmen.

This allowed it to easily deal with those murlocs trying to gain its status for a long time.

But tonight, this tried and tested method failed.

Benbolba, who appeared as a challenger, was not timid at all.

The little fishman turned his cute big eyes left and right, looking around at the roaring local fishmen standing on the beach, on the rocks, and on the shells.

They act very crazy, very fanatical.

Probably because after the old blind man became the leader of the murlocs a few years ago, no murloc has been able to successfully challenge him. Tonight, they could see another fierce murloc battle.

"mglmgl"

Benbolba muttered a fish-man language in a low voice.

A trace of disdain flashed in his big eyes.

But seeing the old blind man circling it constantly in front of him, the treasure hunter fish man's eyes showed a hint of eagerness to try.

It just looks small, which doesn't mean the little fishman is really young.

It is small because it was bathed in bronze dragon blood and was forcibly shaped into this appearance by the power of time, but in fact, Benbolba is very powerful!

At least by fishman standards, it's pretty powerful.

Watching his owner Blake running around all day, recruiting subordinates and increasing his power, the little fishman also had his own little idea.

It finds it boring to play alone.

It wants to find more powerful murloc subordinates and have fun with it together!

It would be best to have your own pirate group.

Can have my own boat.

"www! lwmwr! wg!!"

The old blind man who was circling around his opponent was actually in a daze when he saw in front of him a foreign murloc that had knocked down a murloc village one afternoon, and anger shone in his only remaining right eye.

It felt that Benbolba was taunting it in this way.

The horrific scar on the left eye, which had been pulled open due to the challenge to the orcs, began to beat at this moment, and as the old blind man hammered his chest hard, a harsh war cry sounded.

This is the last warning.

"Mlgg! gg!"

Benbolba was awakened by the war cry. He glared at the old blind man who was disturbing his sexual intercourse, waved his claws, and made a provocative move towards the big fish-man in front of him.

Then he grabbed the fish-man version of the Devil's Strike dagger in his hand.

This is the Murloc's first trophy, but it's definitely not his only one.

When the old blind man opposite saw the provocative action, he suddenly became angry, and wisps of invisible red anger wrapped around the old blind man's purple body.

It picked up the rusty harpoon and launched an unparalleled Murloc Charge towards Benbolba!

The beach was plowed into a ravine by this fierce charge. The speed was so fast that the purple fish-man was like a war hammer, trying to hit the small challenger.

The latter seemed to be frightened and remained motionless.

Compared with Lao Blind Eye, its size is like that of a child. If it is hit, it will be completely broken into pieces.

"glrrm gl!"

There was also a hint of contempt and victory pride in the old blind man's one eye.

Its feet stopped, and with the impact, it waved the harpoon in its hand to pierce the little man who challenged it and throw it into the sea to feed crabs and turtles!

"boom"

The moment the old blind man raised the harpoon, Ben Bolba suddenly slammed the thing in his other claw onto the ground. With a muffled sound, the smoke bombs used by the assassins exploded immediately.

Pungent billowing smoke erupted from the center of the two fishmen, like a fog monster, engulfing the old blind man and Benbolba.

The murlocs standing in a circle around him were making even louder noises.

Apparently, they don't think this is normal.

The cunning alien murloc cheated!

The old blind man who was swallowed by the smoke was also stunned for a moment.

This was the first time it had encountered this situation. The smoke bomb specially made by MI7 was extremely effective. After being activated, the old blind man, whose eyesight was not very good, suddenly lost his target.

Behind it, the little fishman sneakily took out a gleaming one-handed war hammer from the magic bag carried on his back.

Just looking at the magical halo floating on the surface of this dwarven-style golden war hammer, you know that this thing is definitely a high-level magic weapon.

If Blake is here, use the character card to identify it, and you will see the following text:

north wind

epic quality

Extremely fast

Comes with special effects:

When hitting, it may launch an ice arrow at the target, causing magic damage while greatly reducing or imprisoning the opponent's movement speed.

There is only one attribute entry and only one magic effect.

This thing is what Black calls "garbage purple."

But no matter how rubbish it is, it is still a weapon of epic quality. Logically speaking, this is a "treasure" that should be handed over to Blake. However, the little fishman obviously did not give all the good things he found to his owner.

It leaves a little to itself.

Specifically designed to deal with this situation.

"boom"

After changing his weapon, Benbolba moved his claws, swung the one-handed hammer in his hand, and launched an attack on the old blind man in the smoke.

How fast can a weapon with an extremely effective swiftness entry be wielded?

The little fish man gave a vivid interpretation in the next three seconds.

Between the time the first hammer struck and the old blind man's left hand holding the harpoon was interrupted three seconds later, the little fishman swung the weapon at least fifteen times.

It was like a gust of wind.

After the smoke dissipated, the old blind man's left hand had been damaged and he couldn't hold the heavy harpoon at all. He screamed and tried to hold it with his right hand, but was kicked by Ben Bolba.

Inspired by the special effects of the epic weapon, this big purple murloc was covered in a layer of hanging frost and moved as fast as a snail.

But the old blind man's power still prevailed.

So Benbolba immediately distanced himself, never being greedy for a knife, and threw the epic warhammer back into his bag. After opening a distance of six or seven steps, he grabbed a crossbow from the bag.

The style of a human one-handed crossbow.

It happened to be grabbed by the little fish man's hands, and he picked it up with a little effort.

This crossbow and the warhammer just now were both stolen by Benbol from the drunken Dark Iron slave owners in Shadowforge City when Blake started a big brawl in the Black Iron bar.

This crossbow is also very unique.

On the well-made crossbow body, there is a small sight fixed there.

Its entry is:

black crow

Excellent quality

Extremely effective and precise. Enhanced agility.

The little fish man calibrated his big eyes in the scope, and when he was waiting for the old blind man to howl at him at close range, he pulled the trigger with a bang.

A powerful crossbow arrow flew out from the hand crossbow and pierced the old blind man's waist, piercing the big fishman and knocking him to the ground at the same time.

Benbolba himself was shaken in place by the recoil caused by the hand crossbow.

However, after all, it had been strengthened by dragon blood. In terms of strength, it was not as strong as Old Blind Eye, but it was certainly much stronger than ordinary fishmen. It pressed the bow arm of the hand crossbow with its feet, grabbed the bow string with both hands, and strung up the string with great effort.

He then took out a shiny snake-man lightning arrow with a top made of sapphire from his backpack and placed it in his hand crossbow.

Holding this dangerous weapon in both hands, he took two steps forward.

He pointed the tip of the crossbow at the old blind man who was struggling to get up from the beach.

"Grm! Lml! Lgmrmm!!"

The surrounding Long Beach murlocs were shouting like crazy, waving their claws and jumping around in place, as if to cheer up the old blind man.

Get up!

A Long Beach legend!

Keep fighting the cunning alien murlocs!

Knock it down!

"Glrm!"

The old blind man also gritted his teeth and supported his body with one arm, trying to stand up again, but Benbolba moved the crossbow in his hand downwards and pulled the trigger again.

"puff"

The snake-man arrows at close range pinned the old blind man to the beach again, and the tiny electric arc discharged from the top made the purple fish-man tremble all over.

The little treasure-hunting murloc curled his lips in a humane manner, threw his hand crossbow back into his bag, and finally picked up the murloc version of the Devil's Strike dagger that he used for "disguise".

Holding it like a dagger, it slashed back and forth in front of the neck of the old blind man who couldn't stand up at all.

It tried its best to look fierce and shouted at the old blind man:

"Gggggggmlr! GrmRmlg?"

"Glrm!"

The old blind man responded with another war cry.

"puff"

It was stabbed by a vicious little fish man.

Green blood splashed out again, splashing on Ben Bolba's body, giving the little fishman a hint of ferocity in addition to his cute appearance.

"GrmRmlg?"

This time, Ben Bolba put the dagger in the old blind eye's intact right eye. It grabbed the thorn spine on the back of the old blind eye and asked in a sharper tone.

The big purple fish man looked at the dagger dangling in front of his eyes and made a difficult decision.

This time, it's not a battle cry.

Instead, there was an extremely desolate cry.

The surrounding Long Beach murlocs were stunned.

They watched in silence as Benbolba proudly let go of the old blind man, stood on the old blind man's body, and waved the weapon in his hand towards them.

A victor's attitude.

There was no sound at first.

But soon, the Long Beach murlocs looked at me and I looked at you. A medium-sized murloc with yellow and green spots and a clever look in his eyes was the first to shout and wave his arms.

The other murlocs immediately followed and started shouting the name of Bumbolba.

Tonight, the Long Beach Tribe has a new legend!

Salute to Lord Benbolba!

Amidst the cheers of the fish people, the little fish man proudly imitated the way Blake spoke to the crew, first waving his hands to ask the fish people to quiet down.

Then it coughed a few times, spread its hands, and shouted to the fish people in front of it:

“Wlgrmgg gwmlr, wr gr Magamaga ar wamlg wgr lga, Magamaga mlg aa la gaga, wr gawa, ml mlg lr mag ga.

lwargm la gaga! ! mwawa glrwm! ! ! "

At the end of the sentence, when he was excited, Benbolba waved his paws, clenched them into fists, and made a fist-pumping gesture.

The other murlocs looked dull, obviously because the order from the little murloc was beyond their understanding, but as Benbolba became very dissatisfied, he took out his hand crossbow again and waved it threateningly. put.

The other murlocs suddenly became noisy and raised their fists at the nearest murloc.

Under the orders of the little fish man, they began to fight with each other.

Only the thirty most powerful murlocs are qualified to follow Lord Benbolba to the sea and establish their own pirate group!

As for the old blind man.

This former legend of Long Beach would be extremely lonely now. He got up with difficulty and crawled step by step into the night.

It lost.

According to the tradition of the fish people, there is no place for it here.

"Gggggggmlr!"

But after it crawled out a few steps, there was a call from behind. The old blind man turned around in shock and saw the little fish man throwing a bottle of red healing potion with a friendly look on his face.

He also made a motion to turn away and drink, and pointed at the wounds on the old blind man's body.

The big purple fish man was not stupid. He opened the bottle cap with difficulty and drank the disgusting thing. After drinking it, he made a retching motion. But although the potion made by Dalaran's alchemists tastes bad, it is very effective.

In just a minute or two, the wounds on the old blind eye began to heal.

It will definitely leave scars.

But it doesn't matter, for fishmen, scars are also a symbol of bravery.

"Magamaga ar wamlg wgr!"

When Benbolba saw the old blind man standing up with difficulty, he took out a heavy long-handled battle ax with a strong black iron dwarf style from the magic bag.

He dropped it at his feet, pointed at the ax, then at himself, and finally at the old blind man.

He made a gesture of bowing his head to show his allegiance.

The old blind man was obviously hesitant, his eyes kept moving on the little murloc and the powerful-looking battle ax at its feet. After hesitating for more than ten seconds, the big murloc warrior came forward.

He grabbed the heavy battle ax with both hands and knelt down to the little fish man.

"Quack gua gua"

Benbolba put his hands on his hips, imitating Blake's example, and smiled.

He also stretched out his paw, patted the old blind man's shoulder encouragingly, and then took off his own blindfold and threw it to the old blind man.

It finally has its own warriors.

The Guala Guala Pirate Group was established today!