Shadow Trails in Azeroth

Chapter 301 10. That night, a god and a fishman drank too much——[1535]

(Additional update for the assassin Gilu brothers [5/5])

In Losberg Village in Tol Barad, the undead pirates have been mobilized and are making preparations for the voyage.

This time, Blake is going to take all his pirates with him for another exploratory voyage outside the civilized area. Quartermaster Eudora is directing the crew to transport supplies to the Alpaca that has just docked.

Food, fresh water, medical supplies and more.

There was also an aircraft team commanded by Goblin Forslag, who used "airlift" to pile some military supplies on the deck of the Alpaca, mainly artillery ammunition, and barrels of gunpowder.

This is something that Blake should be proud of. Nearly four months after the establishment of his undead pirate group, all ships were finally equipped with naval guns.

Even Ghost Captain Grayson's Vrykul plundering ship was equipped with twelve cannons.

Calculated in this way, the meager firepower of the Immortal Fleet has finally been qualitatively improved.

These thermal weapons were all purchased through the relationship of the Thermal Sand Consortium. The quality is so-so, and the things made by goblins are definitely not as good as the military artillery made by the dwarves.

But something is better than nothing.

Now I no longer have to start a gang fight when encountering an enemy.

While everyone else was busy, in the tavern in the village, Fleet Commander Blake Shaw was discussing the plan for this expedition with Kojo, the Collector of the Ancestral Turtles.

"We are almost ready to find the Tide Stone."

Kojo held a large beer mug in his paw, poured wine into his mouth, and said to the pirate in front of him:

"Because I have been helping the people here in Vashj'ir, I will leave that important matter to another Scroll Sage among the Ancestral Turtles."

"Um?"

Upon hearing this, Blake blinked and asked:

"Is it Nora?"

"Yes, Scroll Sage Nora."

Cojo glanced at the pirate and said:

"Nora is a good friend of mine and a very famous person among the Ancestral Turtles. In recent decades, she has been active near the Broken Islands, and she is very interested in the ruins of the ancient Elf Empire.

The legends from ten thousand years ago are also treasured. With her leading a group of the most elite explorers of our Ancestral Turtles to help you in the Broken Islands, your search for the Tide Stone will definitely go smoothly. "

"Whether it goes well or not, let's talk about it for now."

Blake waved his hand and said drunkenly:

"As long as she doesn't let me protect the little turtle. Speaking of which, your injuries are not serious enough to be unable to sail. Why do I always feel that you are avoiding this action.

Are you avoiding old Nora?

Did you two have a relationship when you were young? And you, this seemingly honest but actually cunning old turtle, have become a betrayal? "

"Don't talk nonsense, things are not what you think."

Kojo's tone was a little panicked. He raised his left arm to show Black the magic burns on his arm, and said plausibly:

"I'm not hiding from anyone. When I was young, I was also a famous handsome man among the ancestor turtles. The female turtles who pursued me could line up all the way from the Sea of ​​Mist to Nazjatar.

There is no special relationship between Nora and me. I just care more about my people in Vashj'ir. Yes, that's the reason!

My people need me, and they need my wise guidance during this difficult time.

Anyway, I won’t accompany you to the Broken Islands.

I will stay here, waiting for news of your triumphant return. "

"Really? Why do I feel like you are just escaping?"

Blake held the wine glass and smiled, making the old turtle man look unhappy. He used the action of drinking to cover up his embarrassment. The pirate took a sip of wine and stopped worrying about this issue.

He said:

"Your people are very safe in Tol Barad. There are ferocious snake-men reproducing in the local area. The Nagas dare not go ashore. Warwick will be back in a few days. There is a Snake-man Prophet sitting in charge. The Nagas dare to come. That's the result of being roasted into skewers by lightning.

There's no use staying here. Why don't you help me find something?

Have you heard of the legend of the ‘Tidestone’ and ‘Tide Controller’ in Stranglethorn Vale? "

"I heard it."

When Kou Qiao heard about the treasure hunt, his eyes suddenly lit up and he said:

"That story has been circulating since the time of the Gurubashi Troll Empire. My grandfather's grandfather also came to Stranglethorn Valley to look for it, but unfortunately came back empty-handed."

"Then you are blessed."

Blake pursed his lips, pointed to the coast, and said:

"The ghost captain Grayson under my command turned into a ghostly person because he came into contact with the Tide Stone. He said that before he died, he put the Tide Stone back into its original altar under the sea. .

You can go talk to him. While I'm traveling to the North Sea, you can go to Stranglethorn Valley to relax and help me look for him.

That thing is not as powerful as the Tide Stone, but it should be a good magical item.

The most important thing is that you will be able to find a good story for yourself during this trip. It just so happens that a group of fox-men under Eudora are going back to Booty Bay to open a trading company.

The goblins' ship is ready and you can join them. "

"OK."

Kou Qiao agreed immediately.

It seems that as long as he is not allowed to go to the Broken Islands, he can go anywhere.

Blake looked at him with a look of disdain. He also said that he had no debt of love. This was a cover-up gesture that no pirate with a higher IQ would believe.

After sending Kou Qiao off, the pirate was almost drunk and was ready to go back to the ship to rest. However, as soon as he left the tavern, he saw an old acquaintance.

Nat Pagle and his good friend Hal were returning from fishing, and they seemed to be in good spirits.

"Hey, Nat, how are you doing on the island?"

Blake said hello in a friendly manner, which resulted in Nat glaring at him angrily. The young fisherman with maroon hair angrily thrust the fishing rod in his hand at Hal who looked frightened.

He walked over with great momentum, reached out his hand and touched Blake's chest rudely, and scolded:

"I thought you were a respectable person, but you tricked me into becoming a pirate!"

"Hey, you are just on Tol Barad Island, and my fleet happens to be here too. Doesn't this prove that you have become a pirate?"

Blake laughed drunkenly, put his arm around Nat's shoulder, and said to Nat who was struggling like two brothers:

"Look at the village in front of you. It was all built by dedicated people from the mainland, right? They are doing serious reclamation here.

Even if you are caught by the navy, you two will have enough reasons to get away with it.

And you have a very happy life here. I heard that you have a good chat with the pirates under my command. Everyone likes you, and some people secretly call you the 'Fisher God Prophet'. "

"Well, that's true."

Nat snorted, and the young man crossed his arms and said fairly:

"There are a lot of fish on this island. You can catch all kinds of fish that you can't catch in Nanhai Town. The snake people under your command also make special fishing bait. From them, I learned a lot of advanced fishing skills.

Not to mention those ancestral turtles, all of them are talents, they speak well and know a lot. It is so interesting to listen to the stories from them.

I quite like it here, but this doesn't prove that you are not evil!

Humph, I won’t get on your ship, I won’t be a pirate, I’m a dutiful person. "

"I know, I know, you are doing your best. Now, I brought you a gift."

Blake suddenly remembered something, took out a gem-embellished fishing rod from his magic bag, and forced it into the helpless Nat's hand. He said:

"I bought this at the fishing gear shop in Dalaran. It is said to be a fine product handmade by a fishing master. It is not worthy of an average fisherman, so it is the most suitable one for you.

Oh, Hal, you have one too. "

The pirate took out another fishing rod that was not so gorgeous, but was also of high quality, and threw it to Hal, who was looking around. The latter received the exquisite fishing rod with a very strange expression.

Want to thank.

But in front of him was a pirate, so he couldn't express his gratitude.

"Hey, don't try to bribe me!"

Nat returned the gem fishing rod to Blake with a righteous look and said:

"I won't be a pirate."

"Nobody asked you to be a pirate, man."

Blake narrowed his eyes and pretended to be helpless and said:

"Alas, I happened to hear a legend related to fishing during my trip to the mainland. I originally wanted to share it with you, but you... forget it, I'll just find someone who is destined to do it in the future.

In the world of Azeroth, it is said that only the most powerful fishermen can find the Gloomy Night Pearl. It seems that we have to find a new fishing master to find it. "

"???"

Nat was about to turn around and leave to show his attitude, but when he heard Blake's name, he immediately stopped. He turned around, stared and said:

"Wait a minute! I have dreamed about the Gloomy Night Pearl. It is in a dark sea tide, and is guarded by a group of monster-like fish-men. It is said that if you get it, you can understand the secrets of all marine life in the entire endless sea.

That’s what every angler dreams of!

I always thought that dream was absurd enough, I always thought it was just a story, just a legend."

"Ha, let me tell you, it's not. But that kind of priceless luminous pearl can only be caught in the magic-soaked ocean of the Broken Islands."

Blake snapped his fingers and said to Nat:

"It just so happens that in a few days we will set off to go outside civilization and search for something on the Broken Islands. If you have time, I will leave a place for you on my ship.

Think about it carefully, my ‘fishing god’, there are not many opportunities like this. "

After saying that, the pirate strode away triumphantly.

Nat couldn't hide his excitement, but when he thought of following a group of stinky pirates to adventure in the sea beyond civilization, he felt a little scared, so he turned around and looked at Hal behind him.

When the latter saw Nat turning his head to look for help, he immediately shouted:

"No!!!

I won't go with you this time! Look what your last suggestion did to us! We have turned from dutiful people to pirate sympathizers, and will be hanged if caught by the navy!

I will never accompany you to do those damn crazy things again this time."

As soon as Hal finished shouting, the pirate who had finished walking turned around and shouted drunkenly:

"Well, I forgot to tell you two. Where we are going, there is a group of purple-skinned elves with weird personalities. They are real elves~"

"Hal! You heard what the captain said, there are elves over there!"

Nat whistled, looked at his good friend, and said:

"Let's go, come with me. As a fisherman, if you can't catch a dim light pearl in your life, it will be a failure. Let's go, let's go."

Maybe you can see the elf this time. "

"That"

Hal glanced at the exquisite fishing rod in his hand, and then at the gemstone fishing rod in Nat's hand. He gritted his teeth and said:

“Give me that gem fishing rod, and I’ll go with you.

That thing is very valuable at first glance. If we are caught by the navy in the future, we can use it to bribe them and let us go back to Nanhai Town and become responsible people again.

This is the last time, Nat!

I swear, this is the last time I'll do anything crazy with you. "

——

Blake used the legend of the Gloomy Night Pearl to trick Nat Pagle into taking an adventure with him. He felt very proud and felt that this trip to the Broken Islands and the North Sea was absolutely foolproof.

Seventy percent drunk, he staggered back to the deck of the Nagfar, humming a song.

I was about to go back to the cabin to rest when I glanced at the corner of the deck and found a little stupid fishman sitting on a weird thing and running around. Next to me, there were a group of fishmen grabbing fishing nets and jumping around with roars. .

It's like a cult scene.

He didn't care either.

The stupid little fishman Benbolba originally had such weird abilities, and no pirates would be surprised by what he could do.

Blake continued to walk into the cabin, one step, two steps, and on the third step, he suddenly woke up.

Turn around sharply.

Only then did he see clearly what was under Ben Bolba's feet.

A dark-blue, half-human-sized deep-sea king crab, wearing heavy armor, constantly changing between reality and reality, and waving two large claws of different sizes!

This is not the point.

The point is, Blake lowered his head and glanced at Frostclaw, the ghost wolf that was changing between reality and reality, and then at the deep-sea ghost crab in front of him that was controlled by Benbolba.

Both are exactly the same.

That thing is a soul beast!

Damn it, where did this little idiot find it?

Hey, Benbolba, although you are disguised as a fish-man, your true identity is actually the illegitimate son of God, right?