Shadow Trails in Azeroth

"What the hell is that!"

On the coast of Tol Barad, among a group of armed farmers.

Hal, the fisherman who is facing the attack of pirates with fear, is wearing a goblin miner's helmet, holding a long gun in his hand, pointing at the black ghost ship on the sea in the distance, blocking the retreat of the North Sea flagship. His friend Nat Pagle, who was fascinated by the sight, shouted:

"How could something so scary appear in Tol Barad?"

"That's a ghost ship, I saw it in my dream!"

Fisherman Nat grabbed his beloved fishing rod like a sword. He stared at the ghost ship on the sea with bright eyes and shouted in an excited voice:

"It's called Nagfar, and it's the soul boat of hell. I dreamed that it was filled with wailing souls, sailing to the terrible underworld. Holy light! It's almost exactly the same as in the dream.

Uh, no, it seems more complete, not as tattered as in my dream. "

"Hell, don't talk about your weird dreams now."

Hal fearfully grabbed his friend's arm and lowered his voice and said:

"Have you dreamed about this battle? Will we die? Will we be hurt?"

"I didn't, but Hal, didn't I tell you?"

Nat waved his hands calmly and said:

"You will live safely for a long time, move to a place called Theramore, and eventually choke to death on a bowl of turtle soup. Instead of worrying about these pirates, you might as well quit turtle soup from now on.

That stuff doesn't taste good either. "

"You mind me, I like the smell."

Hal replied with a stinky face.

While the two of them were talking, on the deck of the North Sea flagship, which was blocking the way back, the tattooed female First Officer Marci also let out the same scream as Hal.

"Where did that ghost ship come from! Bastard, fire! Fire!"

The first mate was going crazy now.

The companions who were sent to take a retreat on the coast were now entangled by werewolves and undead pirate cavalry, as well as some snakes with legs, rushing over to help in a steady stream.

Unless they get fire support, let alone capture the town, whether Terry and the others can withdraw is a question.

But fire support.

"Destroy that ghost ship first!"

the first mate bellowed.

She realized that the terrible crisis was approaching, and when she saw the Nagfar like a cold ghost on the sea behind her, a sense of fear rose in her heart.

Since the strange ship appeared on the sea, it has not made any offensive movements. It can also be seen clearly through the telescope that there are no artillery guns on the side of the ship.

But instead of diminishing, the uneasiness in my heart was rising rapidly.

"First mate, it's foggy! We can't aim!"

The North Sea fur seals on the flagship soon let out trembling screams, and clouds of gray, cold and sticky fog were spreading to the sea with the Nagfar as the center.

The speed was extremely fast. In less than half a minute, the cold fog spreading on the sea was completely shrouded by the ghost ship.

It is also expanding its scope.

After crossing hundreds of meters of sea, and in less than five minutes, the North Sea pirates' flagship was enveloped to the edge of the fog. The artillery crews only fired a few shots, but before they could complete the calibration, they completely lost their vision.

The cannonballs that shot into the fog in a mess had no effect at all.

"What's going on?"

Just when the pirates on the entire ship were confused by the sudden fog, the anxious female first mate Marci suddenly heard a weak inquiry.

She looked back and saw Lady Anne being supported by two female pirates as she struggled to walk out of the captain's cabin.

"What's going on with this fog?"

Annie is an old pirate.

And although she is a human, she grew up in a settler town in the Grizzly Hills of the Northrend continent. She has heard about and seen many strange scenes related to the Vrykul.

When she saw the gray, sticky, cold and abnormal fog in front of her, Annie's expression became very surprised, with a hint of horror in her shock.

She looked at her trusted first mate and asked sternly:

"Did you attack Hell's followers?"

"I didn't, Captain."

Marci immediately explained in detail what had just happened. After hearing the first mate say that they were trapped by a ghost ship with a keel that emerged from the water, Annie's already bad face turned even paler. .

"The Nag'far, that's the Nag'far, the legendary warship in the Vrykul mythology, the soul boat that transports millions of ghosts to Hades. Oh my God, we collided with the God of Death.

We're fucked. "

"No, Lady Anne."

Marci shouted:

"The person controlling that ship is not a vrykul, but an elf! I just saw it with a telescope. It was an elf standing on the deck wearing a pirate hat.

She is here to help the pirates on Tol Barad.

Perhaps, that ship is not one you have heard of."

"ah!"

Before the first mate finished speaking, a shrill scream sounded from the fog-covered deck in front of the stern of the ship. The captain and the first mate looked in that direction at the same time.

Then, they saw a ghost.

A bunch of ghosts!

The miserable forms between reality and reality are looming suspended in the mist, each one hunched over like a vicious witch in a fairy tale.

Wearing tattered clothes, the ghost's body is covered with wrinkles and disgusting scars, and the scars of death still remain on each neck and body.

Some dragged out their intestines, and some stretched out their tongues.

Some only had half of their bodies left, crawling on the deck.

They loomed in the gray mist, and emitted harsh, gloomy, sneaky and dark laughter. They suddenly appeared and dragged the frightened North Sea pirates into the mist.

Immediately afterwards, a terrifying sound of struggling, screaming and chewing came from the mist.

And low footsteps.

Like the dead in heavy armor, they strode onto the deck, guarded by the ghosts, gray mist covering their rusty armor.

Under the full-faced battle helmet, all that could be seen were a pair of gray-white heartless eyes, like a drowned warrior in the water.

The weapons in their hands were also rusty, and outside the armor, they wore robes with the mark of the undead pirates.

Some frightened pirates attacked these knights, but they often ended up with their heads chopped off with a sword, or simply knocked unconscious with a hammer and thrown into the sea.

"We're fucked."

Captain Anne covered her head in despair and said something, while the tattooed female Marci still grabbed her pirate sword and refused to admit defeat. Obviously, this wild female pirate was not willing to admit defeat.

"ignorant!"

A low, dry voice sounded from the cold mist.

As the low, wet sound of boots stepping on the deck echoed, Knight Creedon dragged the leg of a pirate covered in blood and walked slowly to the area where the fog had not yet closed.

The pirate in his hand dragged a miserable trail of blood on the deck.

But the unfortunate guy wasn't dead yet, and was still making weak begging sounds.

“You bravely broke into the noble sea, you boldly raised weapons against the owner of this island, and you should all be hanged from the mast for the sins you have committed!

Let the crows peck at you until you turn into a dried skeleton to atone for your sins. "

The battle mate on the Nagfar waved his hand, and the pitifully begging pirate was thrown to the stern of the ship like a torn sack.

Blood splattered, causing the tattooed female Marci who was guarding the captain to make a sound and pull out the pirate sword from her waist.

Faced with this hostile action, Knight Creedon turned a blind eye.

He stood there like a sculpture, holding a heavy sword, as if he had already said what he needed to say. After a few seconds of silence, another voice sounded in the mist.

"But Lord Black is kind. He is willing to give you stinky pirates a chance to surrender, a chance to save your lives, and a chance to serve him."

The gray mist parted, and the North Sea pirate captain, "Handsome Guy" Terry, who was covered in blood and still clutching a curled sailor's sword, took weak steps and limped to the side of Knight Creedon. .

He looked up.

His handsome and unruly face was stained with terrible blood.

His eyes were blank, and he gave a stiff smile to the first mate and captain in front of him. This weird smile made first mate Marci and captain Anne's hair stand on end.

The soul in front of Terry seemed to have been taken away, leaving only a body, which was filled with other dark things. He spoke with his own voice.

But he was not the one speaking.

He is just a sounding board.

"Put down your weapons, pirates, you have nowhere to go. Obeying the will of the master of the immortal fleet is the only way you can choose."

Terry, who was controlled by his mind, raised his hand and made an extremely feminine movement of moving his hair.

He opened his mouth and said:

"There is no point in resisting. Even if your body dies, Mr. Captain has many ways to let your soul continue to complete the hard labor.

And Ms. Captain, you have been seriously injured. Your wounds are not only on your body, but also on your soul. If left untreated, you will breathe your last breath in miserable pain.

I think this is not what you want to see.

Put down your weapons.

Your struggles are meaningless.

The moment you decided to go to Tol Barad, you and we lost. "

——

"My precious ship is recovering well."

Blake had now arrived on the deck of the Nagfar. He gently patted the side of the ghost ship with a gratified gesture. In the information prompt on the character card, he could see that the Nagfar was now status:

Name: Nagfar [Legendary Quality]

Condition: In good condition [completeness 65%. Lack of high-quality ship materials]

Faction: Undead Fleet [Fleet Commander: Black Shaw]

Special effects:

1. Ghost Ship

2. Soul-Eating Throat【560/1500】

3. Flyer

4. Dragon Bone Casting [Unfinished]

5. Styx Ferry【Inactive】

"Of course, I will personally supervise the entire replacement process."

Next to Blake, the pirate dragon Sephiel was floating on the deck, proudly puffing out his chest, as if the Nagfar's current complete condition was all thanks to her.

The pirate glanced at the proud first mate, shook his head, reached out and took the Nagfar's bow portrait from her hand. The moment he got the "Captain's Certificate", Black immediately felt the gaze of the ship's spirit.

That invisible will was hiding in a corner of the ghost ship, watching him, as if waiting for orders.

There is no more avoidance and alienation like before.

It seems that the "maintenance" Black arranged for it in Drustvar made her very satisfied.

However, the general appearance of the current Naqfar is not much different from its previous appearance, except that the bad state of perennial decay and moisture has been eliminated.

In addition to the main mast on the deck, there is a smaller auxiliary mast at the rear, both of which are made of large black sails made of the best deep-sea satin native to Kul Tiras.

Tough and durable, and looks great.

The ropes, anchors and steering wheels on the ship have also been replaced, but because the Nagfar has to go deep underwater, these things are not particularly new.

The open keel mouth on the bow part and the keel structure around the hull are still the same as before.

The intimidation has not weakened, but it has not become more beautiful as Blake imagined.

"Forget it, I won't force it. It's just my first upgrade."

The pirate put aside the slight regret in his heart. He turned around and nodded to Archmage Nielas Ellan who was standing on the other side. With a strange expression, he glanced at the man sitting on the edge of the stern of the ship and looked at him indifferently. The elf ghost.

"When did she wake up?"

Black asked first mate Sephiel. The pirate dragon turned his head away in embarrassment and said in a low voice:

"Well, I don't know, I was sleeping at that time. When I woke up, she had already woken up from the cabin. Be careful, Captain, Ms. Windrunner has a lot of opinions on you."

"Yeah?"

The pirate shrugged indifferently, glanced at the fog in the distance, pursed his lips to Sephiel, and said:

"We'll talk about Windrunner later."

"Prepare the cabin for interrogation later. I would like to know what kind of medicine is being sold in the gourd of this group of North Sea pirates who are like lost dogs and suddenly come to Tol Barad.

Several people will board the boat in a while.

Go pack up a few cabins and get out, my first mate. Be sure to make the new passengers on the ghost ship feel at home. "