Shadow Trails in Azeroth

Lake Assuna, a swamp north of Narthalas College that has been carved out by rivers over thousands of years, is home to some creatures that make adventurers hate them.

"Quack, quack, quack!"

Familiar, annoying, and somewhat frightening noises echoed in the swamp.

In the dark night, Captain Grayson's ghost raider sailed silently from the inner lake and docked at the edge of the swamp. The pirate captain made a gesture to his ghost subordinates, telling them to be silent.

He picked up the telescope on his belt and looked into the depths of the swamp.

There is a campfire there.

It was a very big bonfire, and I didn’t know what was burning. It burned so brightly that it lit up the surrounding swamp. And surrounding the campfire were a group of disgusting creatures.

The flames were burning, projecting their terrifying and twisted shadows, shining in the dark night, looking so terrifying and terrifying.

These are a group of dirty, evil, despicable and heartless creatures.

They are a cancer on the entire Azeroth, they are demons that kill lives, they are butchers that tempt the ignorant, they are evil beasts that scare children, and they must be eradicated.

All right.

It's just a bunch of fish people.

But it is indeed a large group of fishmen!

According to Captain Grayson's observation, there is a very large murloc village in this swamp. They have rarely multiplied to the size of thousands of murlocs here.

Probably because there are no natural enemies of the murlocs in this area and it has been an inaccessible place for ten thousand years. As a result, these murlocs are happy to live here but are busy reproducing.

They don't even delineate small villages.

So many murlocs crowded together, turning this swamp into their world.

In the past, Grayson, who considered himself a very stylish old pirate, would not take the initiative to trouble the fishmen, mainly because these guys were difficult to deal with and unprofitable.

Can you expect to dig out treasures from the murloc village that will make people rich overnight?

Totally impossible.

In fact, in the eyes of adventurers, the murlocs throughout Azeroth all look the same, tasteless, tasteless, and a pity to abandon.

But now, the ghost captain had to find a way to get rid of this group of fishmen occupying the swamp.

Because they are now subordinate to the naga.

The Nagas from the deep sea are competing with the ghost soldiers of Faronar for control of this area of ​​​​water near Narthalas College.

The vicious moccasins not only summoned the sea giants to join the battle, but also recruited the local murloc tribe.

Murlocs are intelligent, but mostly stupid.

They will obey all powerful creatures, and Naga is certainly the "strong one" in the eyes of fish people.

Therefore, recently, the murlocs have been helping Naga fight the war, relying on their large numbers, ability to land, and fast speed to continuously bypass the war zone and sneak attack the camp behind the ancestor turtles.

After having turtle eggs stolen for several days in a row, Nora the Scroll Sage could no longer bear it. She placed a reward on Captain Grayson, asking him to find a way to kill these fishmen.

Ghost Captain Grayson, who had always had a problem with the Ancestral Turtle, wanted to rebuff the arrogant turtle man.

But helpless.

Nora gave too much.

The Ancestral Turtle promised to teach him a way to quickly gather consciousness in a ghost ship to help his Jotunheim Force grow quickly and become a real ghost ship as soon as possible.

Grayson, an old pirate who wanted to raise a "ship girl", just fell into trouble. Abandoning the pirate's bottom line and ethics, he shamelessly made a fragrant voice.

"This is not easy to handle."

Grayson, who took the mission and came to the swamp, became somewhat discouraged after observing the entire swamp.

There are too many murlocs.

And he had just seen clearly that fish-man shamans had been born among this group of fish-men. Those guys who could use spells called out lightning bolts in the fish-men village.

Although most fish-man shamans can only use the most common shaman spells, they are spellcasters and can hurt the ghost pirates.

This is different from the group of murloc warriors and murloc hunters who only know how to charge.

The risk is greatly increased.

Just rushing forward like this might be able to drive away the fishmen, but Grayson would also injure a lot of ghost sailors, and it wouldn't be easy even with the help of a dozen cannons on the ship.

It is difficult for small-caliber naval guns to exert their maximum effect in swamps.

But soon, the cunning ghost captain came up with a very bad idea.

He turned to look at Ben Bolba who was sitting on the stern of the ghost ship, grabbing a broken piece of wood and swaying his head with a rope tied to it.

The little fish man immediately felt the gaze being watched.

"Quaa?"

It turned its head and saw Grayson walking towards it, rubbing his chin.

“Do me a favor, little idiot.

Don't worry, I won't let your work go in vain. If there is a chance later, I will help you grab a boat. Your murloc pirate band also needs a ship, right? "

——

That's right.

The bad guy Grayson's idea is to "use fishmen to fight fishmen."

Let the little murloc Ben Bolba's Guala Guala Pirates attack first. When they use the murloc's "challenge ritual" to entangle the murloc leader in the Azsuna Swamp, the Ghost Captain will bring his own The pirates charged.

As long as the leader is killed, the remaining murlocs will collapse.

And as soon as they escape, the battle will be won.

For such a large murloc village, it would definitely take a long, long time to re-elect a leader, which was long enough for the ancestral turtles to finish their work in Azsuna and leave.

Benbolba can also use tonight's actions to expand its Guala Guala pirate group again.

This is called a win-win!

In this regard, the little fish man just wants to say: "Aaaaaaughibbrgubugbugrguburgle! (The more, the merrier)"

"Ggmmml!"

The swamp, filled with the wild cries of the fish people, soon became more noisy. The daily "dinner" of the local fish people around the campfire was interrupted by the arrival of a group of uninvited guests.

The old blind man, who was strong and strong, carried a battle ax on his back and wore an eyepatch, holding the battle flag of the Guala Guala Pirate Group with both hands, walking majestically in this swamp that made the fishmen feel comfortable.

Behind it, the fishman Cookie wearing a chef's hat held his own soup stick and shouted loudly at the fishmen of the pirate group.

Compared with the noise of the local murlocs, the roars of the foreign murlocs were uniform. Although there were few in number, each murloc held a very sophisticated weapon in their hands.

Following the undead pirates all the way across the endless sea, and plundering a circle outside Suramar, these Long Beach murlocs were full of fierce momentum.

They glared viciously at the dead fish eyes, threatening the local fishmen.

This malicious move made the large village of thousands of murlocs in front of them feel like it was exploding. There were rude shouts everywhere, but the murloc hunters on alert outside did not dare to stop this group of alien fish.

Because they saw something terrible.

A huge deep-sea king crab, with a weird blue color between reality and reality covering its whole body, like a miniature tank, its whole body covered with a solid carapace.

As he walked rampantly, swamp juices splashed with every step he took.

There are still blood stains on its big claws, where the heads of the few murlocs who dared to block the road were easily cut off by it with its large pliers, and on the wide carapace of the ghost crab called "Qua Gua La", There is a simple saddle made of seaweed.

Wearing a cape and an eye patch, Benbolba was sitting on the saddle with an arrogant look on his face. He was still holding his crossbow in his hand and barked twice from time to time to make his subordinates behave even more. Be more vicious.

They walked all the way to the center of the fishman village under the glare of the local fishmen, and stopped by the big burning bonfire.

The murloc cubs in the village were so frightened that they hid behind their mothers, but curiously poked their heads out to watch the big moves made by these foreign murlocs.

The leader of the local murlocs, a rare white murloc with red lines on his body, was standing on a stone beside the bonfire, leaning on a bone exuding magic power, staring at the foreign murlocs with unkind eyes.

Its name is Mogul, and its nickname is "Tideweaver."

Having such a nickname means that Mogul is not an ordinary murloc, and is most likely a murloc shaman, or an even rarer murloc caster.

Those are elite fish-men that can only be born in areas rich in magic power.

To be honest, with the empty brains of the fishmen, unless they had eaten something weird like the old blind man, it would be difficult for them to comprehend the obscure magical power.

There are very few types of magic they can master, and they are more likely to cast spells based on instinct. However, these magical murlocs should not be underestimated. Once they master some weird knowledge, they can easily do great things.

For example, Mogul used his clever mind to build this large village of thousands of people. This is a very, very rare thing in the civilization of the fishmen.

"Gurg urggle blerg'urk?"

Mogul waved the magic bone stick in his hand and asked Benbolba rudely.

"Gra-blergle! BLEEERRGGHammer!"

The little fish man stood up from his "throne" arrogantly, waved his crossbow, and replied rudely.

That was the end of the conversation, and the hope for peace was gone.

A gloomy look flashed across the big eyes of the white fishman Mogul. With a wave of his hand, a team of thirty people quickly formed among the local fishmen behind him.

It was exactly the same number as the thirty people on Ben Bolba's side.

The old blind man tied the battle flag of the Guala Guala Pirates behind his back with a rope, grabbed the battle axe, and glanced at the little murlocs. When Benbolba waved his hand, they howled and launched the murlocs on the opposite side. charge.

Not to be outdone, Mogul the Tideweaver poked his magic bone rod into the stone and howled loudly. The thirty Azsuna murloc warriors behind him also shouted and pounced on the stone on the opposite side. Long Beach Murloc.

"Mglrmglmglmgl! Mglrmglmglmgl!"

In the swaying big bonfire, the two murlocs fought together crazily. The shouts made the flames move back and forth, and the roars of the local murlocs were cheering for them.

They formed a large circle around the swamp, trapping the sixty murlocs who were fighting.

This scene is like a replica of Benbolba's conquest of the Long Beach murlocs.

It's just that this time the "Murloc War" took place far, far away from Long Beach. It was a long distance that an ordinary fishman could not cross in his lifetime.

Subordinates versus subordinates, naturally leaders versus leaders.

Benbolba quickly shot an arrow at Mogul. Tideweaver laughed and raised his bone staff. Water flow gathered around it, creating a shield like flowing water, blocking the arrow.

"Quack!"

Ben Bolba shouted the name of his beloved pet.

The Ghost Emperor Ghost Leg Crab also waved two large claws of different sizes and rushed towards the Tideweaver.

Two against one, a sure win!

A hint of cunning flashed through the cute big eyes of the little murloc, but the next moment, it saw the ferocious smile on the fish face of Mogul the Tideweaver, who was almost as smart as it.

"Whoosh"

The white caster fishman took out a rough bone whistle from his hand, put it in his mouth and blew it hard, as if summoning something terrible.

A few seconds later, there was a violent shaking in the swamp.

In the large stone cave at the edge of the fishman village, a terrifying creature more than five meters tall, with limbs as thick as elephants and three big snake-like heads, trampled towards the battlefield. .

Damn it!

The little fish man's eyes widened at this moment.

It saw the monster, but it didn't recognize the monster. It was a strange thing that did not exist in any place it had been before.

That's a magical hydra!

Judging from the way it makes the ground shake when it runs, this hydra weighs at least three tons! Its three giant python-like heads have a big mouth full of sharp teeth.

The little fishman looked horrified.

This thing will definitely eat up your pirate group one bite at a time.

fine.

Fortunately, I didn't come here alone.

"Whoosh"

The little fish man reacted very quickly, put the special crossbow arrow on the hand crossbow, raised his hand to the sky and pulled the trigger. A stream of dazzling flares shot towards the sky, exploding blue light in the air.

At the same time, the ghost pirates who had been prepared raised the naval guns, lit the match ropes, and then, under the sneer of Captain Grayson who was holding the wine bottle, the naval guns opened fire!

The violent and continuous roar scared the murlocs who had never seen artillery before and fled in all directions, while Benbolba put his hands on his hips and let out the noisy murloc laugh in the sky.

Hey, be stupid, stupid local fish.

I, Ben Bolba, the leader of the Guala Guala pirate group, the conqueror of Long Beach and Azuna fish-men tribe, I know how to shake people!