Shadow Trails in Azeroth

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Under the control of a group of orc sailors, the slightly dilapidated human warship lowered half of its furled sails and drove the ship from the bay into the shallow sea with the help of the wind on the coast.

There were other orcs carrying the collected supplies. In order to save time, they loaded these things on small boats, and then sent them up after the big boats adjusted their position.

Everything seemed in order.

Red Blackhand was wearing armor and directing his boys on the deck to do this and that. He looked very professional, but the busy scene in front of him was simply inferior to Black.

Not to mention the sailors he remembered from the Kul Tiran fleet.

Compared with the merchant sailors in Boralus Port, they cannot be said to be very outstanding.

Orcs are indeed not good at navigation.

The orcs of the Black-Toothed Grinning Clan are already the most powerful sailors under the tribe. According to Blake's understanding, a considerable number of the orcs in this new clan are from the Shadowmoon Clan.

In the world of Draenor, the Shadowmoon clan, who are good at astrology and psychic magic, are the navigators in the orc civilization.

You said that the ship that chased you was the legendary keel battleship Nagfar in Hades? It is said that it was a soul boat used to transport souls under the command of Queen Hela of Hades?

Have you seen it with your own eyes?

The old mage's voice rang in the pirate's ears. Black looked back and said to Merry Dongfeng:

I haven't seen it before, Master. I came to the Broken Islands on that legendary ship.

Believe me, it is not as majestic as the legend. It is okay from the outside, but the internal environment is simply terrible.

If I am lucky enough to capture it, I will definitely take you up there for a tour myself.

Well, young man, you are very ambitious.

The old mage chuckled, looking at the sea in the distance with his rotten eyes, and said:

Playing a chase game with Death on the sea, not only are you not afraid, but you also want to get a trophy worthy of bragging from Death. Should I say that you are brave?

Or should I say you are full of sourceless courage?

I'm planning to fall out anyway, and I don't want to sugarcoat the situation.

The pirate pushed up the blindfold on his left eye and said:

Since you want to betray her, you have to stab her hard so that arrogant guy knows it hurts! Okay, it's time for us to get on the boat.

You said before that the soul barrier needs to be maintained every day.

With your strength, you can maintain it for at most half a month.

Well, that's Hela after all.

The old mage shrugged without concealing the truth and said:

In the realm of the soul, little Aegwynn and I are far behind her. This magic developed by little Aegwynn will increase the burden on the soul. Half a month is the limit.

It's not that I can't last, it's that your soul can't stand it for much longer.

So I want to ask you, is half a month enough? And I think little Aegwynn has already told you that once you have a problem, I will leave immediately with the Skull of Gul'dan.

I will not and cannot help you fight.

There is a Nasrezim demon inside me, and if it gets out of hand, things will only get worse. So it might be better for you if I just sit back and watch.

At sea, you are not required to fight.

Blake walked towards a small boat next to him, and he said to the legendary mage behind him:

I just need to use your power to intimidate this group of orcs who are not very obedient.

Just like a real pirate captain, leading a group of subordinates with their own evil intentions to win a victory on the sea.

For half a month, the winner takes everything and the loser loses everything.

My real career will start tonight, with a standard pirate-style starting point, and I will step onto the stage that belongs to me in this world.

He picked up the oar and invited the old mage to get on the boat.

He picked up the soul-guiding lantern and hung it on the bow of the boat. Amidst the sound of the little fishman croaking and piloting in front of him, Blake pulled up his hood and grinned.

He said:

I already have a feeling that this will be a journey worth remembering for a lifetime.

——

Half an hour later, the ship full of orcs sailed out of the bay under half sail. Reid Blackhand was at the helm. He already knew about this sea area full of reefs and planned to sail out the way he came.

Blake stood on the bow of the ship, and Garona sat on the box next to it.

The legendary assassin looked at the coast getting further and further away in the night, and her eyes finally landed on the Tomb of Sargeras on the other side of the beach. The thing in the dark night looked very gloomy, like a physical manifestation of darkness.

We're just going to leave it alone and ignore it?

she says:

Are all the people in your world so casual when dealing with things that may destroy the world?

That thing is none of our business.

The pirate who was taking out a bottle of rum from the magic bag unscrewed the cork and explained:

Don't think that humans are great just because human civilization beat you orcs to the ground. In this world, human civilization is not the protagonist on the stage.

Someone will clean up this mess.

They may already be on their way here.

It is not a good thing to be targeted by the group of eternal watchers who dedicate everything to their moon god. Even you, Ms. Garona, may not be their opponent in the hunt in the shadow realm.

but me

How should I put it, I'm not ready to deal with them yet.

Want a drink?

This thing is standard for pirates. From the South China Sea to the North Sea, all pirates like this. I have to start getting used to it.

No.

Garona waved her hand and said:

Alcohol is a taboo for all assassins, but you are in a special situation, so drink freely and use alcohol to numb your fear. It is not a shameful thing.

You can be so venomous sometimes. Didn't Khadgar tell you that?

bass

A sharp blade flew past, representing Garona's attitude.

She didn't like that Black always mentioned Khadgar in front of her.

Although, she and the human mage did have some weird relationship that was more than just friends.

The pirate's laughter echoed in the gloomy early morning night. Under the dim moonlight, the ship sailed into the sea. They left this ominous place amid the waves crashing in farewell.

Just like a traveler who has traveled a lot, he has to rush to the next stage of his journey without stopping to rest.

The drunken pirate picked up the Nautilus pendant belonging to Dai Lin that he had picked up at the bottom of the sea before, and looked at it in front of his eyes. The magical image in it swayed in front of his eyes.

Facing the wind, he hummed a song that should not have appeared at this time, and might never appear again.

The song is husky and corresponds to the tide.

Be careful, be careful, daughter of the sea~

Listen, he's crying~

The sea breeze rises, and the sound of heartbreak~

Everything sinks to the bottom of the sea and goes with the wind~

——

Six hours later, dawn will arrive.

Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu

As the swaying sea surface rolled, a low and turbid horn sound sounded beneath the increasingly cold water.

That was the horn of the Naqfar.

The Vrykul clan originating from the North, the half-giants who live in a harsh environment, are indispensable for the accompaniment of this low and desolate bone horn sound when hunting, fighting, and offering sacrifices.

The sea surface in front of me quickly became turbid, as if dark things crawling out of the abyss were polluting the ocean.

There is also fog.

The thick, wet, extremely uncomfortable cold fog rises from the sea and the beach, making the place blurry in just a few seconds.

A group of cold and pale light shone in the mist, like a small lighthouse in the darkness, guiding the things from hell into the world.

As the fog becomes thicker and thicker, the dark things under the sea become clearer and larger.

It is rising rapidly.

quietly.

Finally, with the sound of gurgling on the water surface, which was like the sound of a giant octopus parting and crawling out of the sea, the ghost ship Nagfar appeared in the real world again.

It's still the same as before.

The gloomy keel shapes the deck, and there is an unknown shabby white gauze swaying around on the mast. It is shaped into a dragon head and the aggressive bow shines with a dark green light.

The deck of the ship was covered with seaweed barnacles and an unusually silent half-giant mist undead warrior.

Habron the Soulbringer is their leader.

Today's soul attractor is still the same as before, wearing a heavy robe and a hood, and only a pale beard like dead hair can be seen on his chin.

But this time, he didn't have a soul-capturing war scythe in his hand.

This seems to mean good news.

The spirit attractor has come to collect the gift promised by the spirit hunter to the queen.

But the moment he appeared on the deck of the Nagfar, all he saw and felt was an empty Broken Beach.

There is no Blake Shaw here.

Not a single captured legendary soul here!

The beaches here and the islands are littered with bodies, but nothing! Not a single soul died in battle!

The spirit hunter left nothing for him.

That bastard!

He ran away.

He ran away with the treasure that was supposed to be dedicated to the Queen.

It was like a harsh slap on the face of Habulon and the entire Hades Abyss.

Click

The soul-drawing man's fists were clenched, and a flash of anger shone in his gray ruthless eyes. He raised his soul-drawing lamp without hesitation to activate the Hades curse that had been left on Blake when he first met.

Take back the soul of that bastard who dared to betray Queen Hela!

Throw him into the filthiest ocean of Hades and feed him to those disgusting Soul-Eating Squids!

but.

Um?

There was no response from Habron's soul-inducing lamp, as if some kind of power had blocked his magic of harvesting Black's soul, like a wall between him and Black's soul.

The curse is still there!

But it cannot be activated.

This made Habulon's face even darker under his red hood.

Black had obviously planned it in advance. Perhaps that cunning human had been ready to betray him when they first met and prayed to join Hades.

He and Hades have never been of the same mind!

“What a shame”

The soul-inducing man lowered his head as if talking to himself.

I don't know if he was talking about Blake's stupid betrayal, or whether he was talking about his failure to see through that human's thoughts.

Perhaps because of hundreds of thousands of years of attracting souls, he had lost his sensitivity to the cunningness of these mortal beings, but now, he realized the mistake he had made.

The deserted and deserted beach in front of him was the letter of resignation handed to him and Hades by Black.

But, after joining Hades, you still want to run away?

It's not that easy!

Summon the Kvaldir Army! I need a vanguard army. Let those mist pirates who only know plunder and massacre join me as quickly as possible.

The spirit attractor bent down, grabbed a handful of dirty sand on the deserted beach, and watched it drip from his fingertips.

He calmly shouted to the misty undead behind him:

The betrayer and his manifest ambition are just a splash in the eternal tide, and the majesty of death cannot be challenged! Even if he is pursued to the ends of the earth, Black Shaw's cursed soul must be brought back to Hades!

In the name of the Queen!

The hunt for death has begun!

Wow

The keel battleship sank into the sea amidst the shouts of the undead sailors and disappeared after more than ten seconds.

Everything returned to the calm and dead silence that this deserted beach should have.

However, after Hablon and the Naqfar left, in the almost silent flow of shadows, two tall ladies walked out of the hiding shadows.

They are nearly two meters tall, wearing strange full-cover armor, and carrying a menacing thorn wheel. The helmet has an owl as its symbol, and the decoration behind it is shaped like a crescent moon, curved from the shoulders.

This look is full of mystery, faith, solemnity and restraint.

Record!

One of the women said in hoarse Salas:

The Nag'far appeared on the Broken Shore. It is suspected that the underworld forces were also involved in tonight's Tomb of Sargeras incident. After the sisters completed their hunt for those demons and the cunning Naga Matron, they returned to watch. After the island, report the news to the distinguished lady.

She might be interested.