Shadow Trails in Azeroth

Chapter 599 152. Pirates always only play with pirates! ——Additional update for Zaofan Al-Bing Brothers【730】

"Ah, it seems that I am doomed today. It was a failed robbery and I actually got myself into this miserable trap."

On the streets that were burning and collapsed, exuding an unpleasant scorching smell, and covered with demon corpses, Blake rubbed his forehead and said helplessly:

"When it comes to luck and cunning, you are indeed better, Gaboa. I should have torn you apart from you! Buried your miserable and shameful body under the yellow sand of the Wharton Desert."

"Ha, good thing you didn't do that, my illustrious colleague Black."

Garboa, who was wearing elven magic armor, let out a weird laugh. He pulled out the Kingslayer dagger shining with dark light from his waist. This deadly weapon that once belonged to Garona has now found a new owner.

I don’t know how Kil’jaeden picked people?

Why does the Great Demon think Gaboa is a qualified user?

"Thankfully you didn't tear me apart at that time, otherwise how lonely would this endless sea be? Seven thousand years later, the villains of the sea are really disappointing. Whether it is intelligence or strength, they are far behind our barbaric era. .”

The troll skeleton pirate put the deadly dagger to his mouth and made a "licking" motion.

But because he is a skeleton and has no tongue, he cannot imitate the taste at all.

But he didn't care. He put his hands on his hips and said with a sneer:

"From the perspective of an old-timer like me, on the sea seven thousand years later, as far as you can see, the other pirates are all a bunch of incompetent trash!

They need to be taught a lesson by the waves of the sea!

But this can't be blamed on them. Who allowed a big shot to appear on the sea of ​​this era that shouldn't have appeared?

Now, get down on your knees!

Blake Shaw!

Surrender to your new captain and pledge your loyalty, and I may mercifully allow you to join my fleet and witness my victory over Daelin Proudmoore! "

"Huh? Good boy! Do you also want to defeat Dai Lin?"

Blake was stunned for a moment. He turned back to look at the proud Gaboa behind him and said:

"What gives you such arrogant courage? Let me tell you, this is a matter between Dai Lin and I! The rest of you are not allowed to interfere! If you want to intervene, you can get through me first.

Even if Dai Lin is going to die, she can only die in my hands! "

"Arrogant!"

Gaboa was angered by Black's pretentiousness. He waved the dagger in his hand and shouted:

"Are you blind? We have a huge advantage here. If you are really as smart as you claim, you should surrender now!"

Under his scolding, the three Amaniloa priests also cooperated and stepped forward. Together with their followers, the berserkers and war druids, they completely blocked the entire street filled with smoke and broken bricks. die.

Faced with this situation, the pirate moved his shoulders and said:

“Just because I’m wearing a blindfold doesn’t mean I’m blind.

I know the current situation, and my advice to you is that you may have to find a few more people to make this battle fair. "

As he spoke, he threw something out of the air.

Just like the soul stone entwined with the luster of shadow, when it hits the ground, a strange sculpture as tall as one person is created in the burst of magic power.

The appearance is shaped by magic, like a black door decorated with demon heads. There is a dark red stream of light in it, and there is an arc of magic entwining, looking at the evil spirit.

"You are blessed."

The pirate stretched out his hand and placed it on the "Summoning Ritual Stone" he had made. He raised his eyes under his helmet and said to the trolls surrounding him:

"I just made this thing last night. It wasn't originally prepared for you, but let me count, one, two, three. There are three legends. This scene is enough for my little baby to appear.

Thanks to the kindness of the King of Magic, haven't you clumsy people noticed that the teleportation spell can now be used?

Haha, you have a fart numerical advantage.

In this situation, I have the advantage! "

"Quick! Kill him!"

Gaboa didn't know what Black was doing with that thing, but seeing that the pirate was still in the mood to make jokes now proved that the thing was definitely extraordinary.

In fact, he didn't need to say much. The moment Blake threw the ritual stone, three Amaniloa priests launched an attack on the pirates at the same time.

The lynx neighed, the giant bear roared, and the giant eagle swooped down in the sky with wind and thunder. The three legends used their strength at the same time to kill Black Shaw on the spot.

"boom"

The moment the ritual stone was destroyed by the spirit of the lynx, a large group of roaring flaming meteorites fell from the sky. The signature meteorite technique was instantaneous, which already proved the identity of the visitor.

In the entanglement of the residual magic power of the ritual stone, a light like the opening of a portal emerged around the pirate.

Faroldis, dressed in the costume of a magic prince, walked out of it with a crystal staff, raised his hand to shape a large string of lava fireballs, and hit the huge body of the Eagle God falling from the sky head-on.

One person fired the "anti-aircraft firepower" that only a team of mages could have, forcing the eagle god to howl into the sky and hit back at the hateful elves below with long-range thunder and lightning.

The second guy who showed up was even more incredible.

The old lich had a gloomy face and moved the staff of Atiesh Guardian in his hand to the spot. Rings of death ice burst out from under his feet like glaciers, instantly freezing the lynxes and giant bears that rushed towards him.

The troll berserkers and druids who were shouting and charging towards them were also frozen in place.

The old lich saw his beloved Dalaran being destroyed like this, and he was already filled with anger. Now he saw his old opponents from nearly three thousand years ago, and he naturally struck without mercy.

He raised his frost-wrapped fingers and clasped them tightly, exuding a large-scale lich magic with the aura of corrosive death, and death and decay was imposed on the entire block.

Probably because he felt that this was not enough, the old lich looked up at the sky while maintaining his death and withering state, and flicked his fingers in the air.

The thick frost magic power in the body rushed into the sky, and the Ice Meteor Technique, which shaped the god of death at high altitude, whizzed down towards the area affected by Death and Decay like a meteorite technique.

A second later, sharp ice fell from the sky and hit the street.

The cold wave that broke out froze everything around. Prince Faroldis didn't like the trolls at all, so he added another skillful meteorite drop to the miserable battlefield.

Clear the field with one strike!

More than a hundred druids and berserkers were sacrificed to death under the wrath of the old lich's death frost and the perfect cooperation of the elf prince.

"The spirit of the wild bear is roaring, and you are causing it great pain! Blasphemer!"

The moment the upright divine warrior Tur Furyclaw arrived for support, he set his sights on the wild bear priest Nalorak. As the chosen one of Ursol, this bear man couldn't bear to see the powerful spirit bear being destroyed by evil. Seeking power.

Without Black's command, the Raging Claw Bear activated its active rage and pounced on the Wild Bear Spirit, which transformed into a giant black bear in front of him and fought for the frost restraint.

"O Ursoc! Look at the evil before me! Please give me the strength to save this noble compatriot!"

It shouted the name of Ursoc. The God of the Wilderness was now very weak, but still generously gave his chosen one the righteous power of salvation.

Ursoc's Claw, which had not been used once since it was given to Tur, was ejected by the bear man.

Large areas of life power erupted from the natural artifact.

Under the surprised gaze of the pirates, the roaring Ursine jumped up from the ground like a real Druid of the Claw. When he landed in blood-red fury, he transformed into a strange Ursine about the same height as a black wild bear.

His whole body was brown and gray, his muscles were stretched, his feet were on the ground, and his fists were elongated like a gorilla. Under the scolding of Tuul Raging Claw, he held it into a heavy hammer and smashed it towards Narolak in front of him. Go down.

The collision of the two giant beasts shook the entire street covered with meteorite flames and death frost, and Tur was knocked back by Nalorak's counterattack.

But the priest of the Wild Bear Spirit was also thrown out by the bear man's death hug.

This collision of strength and wildness is not an area that pirates are good at. He did not go to join in the fun, but just glanced sarcastically at Gaboa, who was about to escape.

Calling on the demon within him to transform, he roared into the sky with the flapping of bat wings, like a demon hunter's hunting action.

"Well, it seems I'm not needed here."

Prince Farodis glanced at the battlefield, where the three Loa priests were all entangled, then turned back to the cold-faced old lich who used magic to bind the spirit of the lynx:

"I'm going back to the academy boundary. It shelters most of the city's people and is being attacked by demons. Dean Lanyue will need my help."

"Go ahead, I'll go over after taking care of these hateful trolls."

Merry Winterwind replied.

"Help! Stinky pirate, I'll kill you if you dare to run away!"

The wild bear spirit Nalorak, who was repulsed by Ursoc's chosen warriors, moved his huge body and shook off the frost on his fur. He turned back and shouted to Gaboa who was about to run away.

The skeleton pirate hesitated, seemingly frightened.

He turned around and escaped into the shadows brandishing a dagger, coming to help the Wild Bear Spirit fight against Ursoc's Chosen Ursine.

Tul Furyclaw didn't care.

The bear warrior was already angered by the miserable experience of the wild bear spirit.

Others don't understand the bad relationship between Loa and Loa priests, but the Ursines who grew up in Northrend and fought with the Drakkari trolls must know it.

The Wild Bear Spirit is just a weak loa, and only the Amani clan believes in it. However, the troll priest in front of him can obtain most of the power of the Wild Bear Spirit. If you think about it, you will know that this was definitely not given to him by Narorak.

These Amani troll lunatics carried out an evil "god killing"!

They shamefully backstab their loa in order to gain the power for revenge.

Tur must save the spirit of the wild bear! If it were later, when the consciousness of Spirit Bear was replaced by the hateful troll in front of him, Narolak would really not be able to save him.

"Roar"

With the blessing of Ursok's artifact, the bear warrior transformed into a giant bear with a body covered in angry flames. He waved his claws and launched a giant bear charge towards the troll priest as the earth shook and the mountains shook.

The black wild bear that Narorak transformed into did not dodge, and its eyes shone with vicious light.

As long as you withstand the attack of this "alien bear", it will be pierced by the demon dagger in Gaboa's hand, and it will become weak and then be defeated and devoured by you!

Narolak looked greedily at the Claw of Ursoc in Tuul's Claw's hand. This natural holy object can be used by the bear-man in front of him, so naturally it can be used by him!

Everyone uses bear powers after all.

"puff"

Before Narolak's beautiful fantasy was over, a sharp pain shot up on Spirit Bear's neck. The pain was like a mosquito bite at first, but the wound soon became numb.

The dark aura attached to the Kingslayer turned into the deadliest poison, and blended into Narorac's blood the moment it pierced its body.

Under the beating of the heart, the poisonous blood flowed rapidly throughout the body, making the body of the giant bear spirit stiffen.

It looked at the pirate Gaboa who stabbed it in the back with an incredulous look.

The latter succeeded with one blow, turned around and ran into the shadows without mercy.

"You are indeed my good friends, Amani brothers, but I will not offend a madman who dares to fight the army of Hades for you who are destined to fail."

As it ran, it shouted:

"I won't offend Black Shaw for you!

You don't know his terror, you are not afraid of him, you are all a bunch of ignorant and fearless idiots. Only those of us who know him know how powerful he is and will fear him because of it.

Sorry, I betrayed you.

But I told you before.

Pirates only ever play with pirates!

Well, this powerful loa named Kil'jaeden expressed his appreciation for my wonderful betrayal. It said it would give me more powerful voodoo, should I accept it?

Oops, I’ll consult my powerful and omniscient Brother Black later. "

"Evil one! Witness the wrath of this giant bear in the North!"

Narolak wanted to turn around and slap this damn stinky pirate to death with his claws, but he couldn't do it. The dark aura of the Kingslayer's dagger was so terrifying that it paralyzed his whole body.

It didn't have time to scold Gaboa for his betrayal, because Tuul Raging Claw's giant bear hammer had already arrived.

It can't even block.

He can only use his strong head to bear the wrath of Ursoc's incarnation.

"boom"

The whole street shook at this moment.

Seeing that the situation was not good, the lynx spirit on the other side turned around and fled into the shadows.

Narolak was hopeless, and Ekilsund in the sky was also entangled by the pirate who turned into a demon. The Eagle God was not good at close combat, and being fought to the death in the sky by the pirates and the entire Assassin Master was the most unfavorable battlefield for it.

Eagle God's defeat is already doomed.

I have to leave.

But it wanted to leave, but the old lich refused to let him go.

Merry Winterwind unleashed all the fury of Dalaran's destruction on the poor lynx spirit, and layers of ice chains bound its body, tail, and four claws.

The old lich also planned to end the battle with an ice fall spell and turn the big lynx into another collection of the Tirisfal Council, but unexpectedly, the weird skeleton pirate just now appeared carelessly beside him. .

The guy raised his hands very spinelessly, indicating that he didn't intend to fight.

The soul fire in his eyes was beating, and he said to the old lich flatteringly:

"This powerful spellcaster, please pause the terrifying and powerful voodoo in your hand that makes me afraid. I want this lynx, and it will become a very powerful first mate.

Don't worry, I've already made an agreement with the bastard above, all in advance, and this is my share of the pirate cooperation's robbery.

Uh-huh! Don't use your powerful voodoo to hurt me. I'm not an Amani troll. Look at my straight waist. I'm a Zandalari troll!

It has nothing to do with the trouble between the Amani trolls and humans.

Also, could you please move your staff?

If I had any moisture left in my body, I would have wet my pants by your horrible voodoo. We are our own people, don’t scare me, okay? "

PS:

Trolls call all supernatural powers "voodoo", just like they call all magical elements and witchcraft powers that solidify into entities "mojo".

This can be seen from Lorcan's speech in the battle scene where the tribe rescues Princess Talanji.

In addition, they also call all existences beyond death "Loa".

So Garboa calls Kil'jaeden "the mighty Loa". It's not that he doesn't know the meaning of "Demon King", it's just that this is the "home dialect" of the trolls.