Shadow Trails in Azeroth

You're so ugly dressed up like that! Your blindfold is so disgusting!

Three days later, on the stern of the deck, the unshaven Red Blackhand was supporting his still weak brother, walking out of the cabin to bask in the sun. There was also a tall orc warrior guard beside them.

Chief Red, who was always in a bad mood, saw Black holding the steering wheel and steering the warship, and he sneered and complained mercilessly.

well enough?

When Black heard the orc's complaints, he was not provoked at all, because he knew that Red Blackhand could only talk.

Everything is under control, except for some restless elements.

But the restless factors are also under control.

It was just these six days of sailing that made the clothes on his body emit an unpleasant smell, which was sad. But the good news was that the first beard finally grew on his burned cheeks.

This means that his injury is improving.

He pushed the eyepatch on his right eye and glanced at the equipment column in the character card. The eyepatch covering his right eye was indeed not very beautiful in appearance.

But its entry is quite good.

The classic equipment that belongs to the classic old world version in his memory:

Eye of Red

Excellent quality

Strengthen critical strike. Strengthen protection. Strengthen precision.

The last two entries are nothing more. The main one is the entry that strengthens the critical strike. This is the first time Blake has seen it. This is probably the critical hit attribute in the game.

It is obviously a very rare magical attribute in the real world.

And the best part is, after wearing an eyepatch on his right eye, he looks more like a pirate.

All I need now is a pirate hat.

There were also several orcs guarding Black, as well as his newly recruited warlock Tiga Evil Eye. They acted as if they were incompatible with Black's gesture.

They all carry weapons and stay loyally beside the pirates, seemingly ready to show their bravery at any time.

These thirty orcs were carefully selected by Tiga Evil Eye and belonged to Black's first crew.

They are all orcs from the Stormrage Clan, former acquaintances and subordinates of Evil Eye. These cunning guys actually do not obey Captain Black very much in their hearts.

But compared to the more than 300 black-toothed grinning orcs on the ship who were always staring at their heads, they were at an absolute disadvantage.

Apart from hugging Blake's thigh, they had no other way to survive unless they were willing to jump into the sea.

Under this predicament, no matter how unwilling they were, these thirty orcs could only obediently become Black's first die-hard loyalists.

The new pirate captain also knows that establishing majesty and power cannot be accomplished overnight. Fortunately, there is plenty of time left for him.

He was not in a hurry to gather these scum who originally served the Shadow Council. Instead, he was chatting with the orc warlock Xie Eye who was playing with the Breaker Talisman and pretending to be fierce, claiming to be his first mate.

Diga, do you warlocks all have your own magic books?

Blake glanced at the Magic Creation skill in the character card, turned the steering wheel, and asked casually.

Grimes?

When Xie Yan heard this question, he immediately blinked his one eye and said in a strange tone:

“That is indeed a necessary magic weapon for a warlock.

But only high-level warlocks have the energy and qualifications to make their own grimoires, which generally record some profound and obscure evil shadow spells.

Or solidify some magic that can be activated only by injecting magic power.

Captain, you can understand it as the handbook of a high-level warlock. I once had my own grimoire, but it was a pity that it was destroyed by demons in that damn tomb.

Well, that's really a pity.

Blake shook his head and asked again:

Are there any materials needed to make a grimoire?

The evil eye's gaze became more and more strange. The hunched-over blood-ringed orc warlock thought for a moment and asked softly:

With all due respect, Captain, you are not a warlock. Even if you know these steps, you still...

Whoosh

A small group of shadow sparks shone on the fingertips of Blake's left hand wearing combat gloves. He looked back at the astonished evil eyes, and a smile appeared on his face with the eyepatch.

He said:

It's just a secret of shadow and evil energy. It has been learned and understood by me. If I ask you anything, you can answer it honestly.

Dear Evil Eye, I don't really like people guessing my thoughts.

Yes, yes, Captain.

The orc warlock quickly lowered his head.

Shock echoed in his heart. Even if warlock spells did not require talent, Evil Eye was still a cunning old man who had managed to get a high-level warlock in the Shadow Council.

He has never seen anyone who can become a warlock from scratch within a few days. This is too fast.

Even in the legend, when the young Gul'dan met the Demon King and was granted the power of evil, he was not so fast!

You lazy bastards! Stand up! Fully hoist the sail and tilt it to the southwest! Haven't you felt the sea breeze has changed? Hurry!

Blake showed a small hand, shocking the orc warlock. While turning the steering wheel, he yelled at the deck and asked the black-toothed orcs to pull the sail with ropes.

His orders were quickly carried out.

In the past six days, thanks to Black Hand's co-starring and Garona's secret operations, after seven or eight bastards who provoked Black died inexplicably during the night, his position as captain has become somewhat stable.

He looked at the obedience of the Black-toothed Orc sailors and nodded with satisfaction, but soon noticed a group of Black-toothed Orcs gathered at the edge of the deck, whispering something.

He also glanced in his direction from time to time.

Thanks to his enhanced senses on the sea, Blake could feel the unkind gazes of those black-toothed orcs, which made him tighten his grip on the steering wheel.

He glanced back at the endless sea and began to think in his mind.

A few minutes later, his eyes fell on Maimu Blackhand who was being helped to walk on the deck.

This young man from the Blackhand family was thrown into a group of chasing demons by Gul'dan in the Tomb of Sargeras, and was severely burned by evil energy.

If not for the sudden appearance of the Deep Sea Naga, he would probably have died there.

But this guy's vitality is very strong. He crawled back from the Tomb of Sargeras on his own. In the past few days, Evil Eye has been using the soul stone to replenish his vitality.

Blake had seen the therapy scene.

The warlock uses the octopus caught from the deep sea to absorb the life force, then pours the life force into the soul stone, and then roughly puts the soul stone into the patient's mouth and lets him chew it, thus replenishing the life force.

The soul stone is essentially a magic container. Absorbing souls is only one of its functions. Temporarily storing vitality is also one of its functions.

Speaking of Maimu Blackhand, you have been treating him. Is he okay?

Blake asked softly:

How long will it take for him to recover?

Quickly, Captain.

The orc warlock behind him was hunched over and rubbing his hands. He was obviously an orc, but he had a goblin-like temperament and said to the captain in a flattering tone:

I have been feeding him soul stones since before we set off. Maimu Blackhand inherited the excellent bloodline of Chief Blackhand. He has strong vitality and strong self-healing ability.

Now that his damaged internal organs have basically healed, only the burns on his body are more troublesome. If he is fed soul stones regardless of the consequences, he will be able to fight in a few days.

But don’t worry, captain, I have a hand in reserve.

Evil Eye used his single eye to look at Maimu's back. He lowered his voice and said to Blake in the sinister tone of a warlock:

He's having a 'relapse' now, if you need to.

Well, it seems that you can't eat too much of the 'candy' made by evil spirits.

Blake is now a warlock. He knows how many ways a warlock can use to harm people, so he is not surprised at all that Tiga Evil Eye secretly does something.

He waved his hand and said to the orc warlock in a gentle tone:

He is now our friend and we continue to 'treat' him with care.

Okay, Captain.

Xie Yan immediately accepted the order and smiled.

Then he saw Blake let go of the steering wheel, turned to him and stretched out his hand and said:

Do you have a ready-made spell to summon demons? Give me one. I'll practice it if I don't have time.

have.

The evil eye warlock, who is always haunted by the shadow of death, will not refuse his captain. When he heard the captain asked for a demon summoning spell, he immediately became energetic.

He opened his animal skin bag and took out a lot of weird-looking spell-casting materials.

Said to his captain:

“Here are the lowest-level Imp Seal, the summoning rune for the Void Walker, the hound ruby ​​for the hell hound, and the core of the concentric tree for summoning the succubus.

These are relatively weak demons. Captain, if you want to challenge your dark skills, I also have a blood pact scroll here for summoning demon guards.

And if the captain still feels that these challenges are not enough, I also have the Hellfire Core and the most dangerous Doom Guard Magic Cage.

But these two things are more dangerous.

The one-eyed warlock looked at Blake and said in a gentle tone that would not irritate the captain:

Perhaps Captain, you can start with low-level demons. I'm not doubting your strength, Captain, I'm just being cautious.

Okay, this is not when you are in the Shadow Council. Saying so many flattery words will not make me feel happy.

Blake glanced at the pile of things in the warlock's hand, hesitated for a moment on the hellfire core that exuded a dark green light, and finally picked up a black little devil seal.

This thing should be made of some kind of animal bone, with twisted magic patterns engraved on it.

It was devilish language written in a specific way, and to the uninitiated, it looked like a child's graffiti.

The syntax of this devil's sentence is good, and the bending details are also perfect. It seems that you have real talent. I have found a talent.

Blake stroked the magic seal and praised it.

The Evil Eye Warlock let out a low and proud laugh. Although the Shadow Council was a gathering place for scumbags, Gul'dan didn't want anything when he was recruiting people.

Being able to work as a high-level warlock among them without dying from the backstabbing and conspiracy of his companions proves that Xie Yan is definitely not an idiot.

Hey, helmsman of Black Teeth, come here. You will be at the helm next. Keep this course and don't change it.

Blake played with the little devil seal, shouted to the black-toothed helmsman who was resting below the deck, and then led his guards into the cabin with great swagger.

The black-toothed helmsman watched Black leave and spat to the side with disdain. He quickly grabbed the rope and jumped onto the stern, took over the steering wheel in a decent manner, and steered the ship forward.

And Blake, at the moment he jumped into the cabin, looked back at the black-toothed helmsman standing in front of the steering wheel.

A fleeting smile appeared on his face.

As someone who had served in the Kul Tiran fleet for several years, he knew very well how a ship's system should operate, and had been taught by Dai Lin many times how to maintain the dignity of a captain on board.

A ship is a small army, and commanding it is no easier than managing an army.

The Blacktooth's obedience is temporary.

Dissatisfaction has begun to simmer among these fractious orcs.

Right now, they are just afraid of Garona hiding in the dark, and Red is trying his best to comfort her, but maybe in a few days, their patience with Blake, a human being commanded by his arrogance, will reach its limit.

There might even be a rebellion.

After all, there are too many grievances between orcs and humans.

It's time for these idiots to realize what kind of guy is chasing them behind them. The pressure of death will unite this scattered ship.

You should also realize that only by following me can you possibly survive.

Pirates are so united.

Give the disgruntled crew a more dangerous enemy than the hated captain.

Dai Lin has told me such stories since I was a child. He wanted me to realize the cunning and ruthlessness of pirates, but I also learned the dark wisdom of those stinky pirates.

Blake played with the magic seal in his hand and thought in his mind:

The best thing is that I don't necessarily need so many orcs to set foot on the land of Zandalar with me to find Bwonsamdi. In the words of the warlocks

Only the strong can reach the end.

I hope you are strong enough.

May you be stronger than death.

PS:

Two chapters have been updated today. Once it is released, it will be updated three times daily. Please allow me to accumulate manuscripts.