Azeroth Shadow Trail

Chapter 102 12. Survival after disaster

"whoosh"

By unsummoning and then summoning again, Daglop, the imp on the Naglfar, was first sent back to the Twisting Nether, and then re-summoned to Bo Laike a few seconds later.

The moment the kid appeared, he swung his claws and screamed, throwing a ball of fist-sized fel energy arrows forward, right in the mouth of the half-titan undead roaring in front of him.

Because of their strength, these misty undead are very afraid of fire. Even the imp's weak magic, when the fire light hits its mouth, it still makes this mighty half-titan shut its mouth suddenly.

The battle cry that was just shouted was also forcibly interrupted.

It also wanted to raise the rusted war halberd to fight back, but the indifferent Bo Laike held the knife in both hands and slashed forward. The legendary blade Sankesu sliced ​​through the half-titan undead weapon extremely smoothly.

In the next second, it was cut off along with its neck.

"boom"

The huge semi-titan quickly collapsed into a cloud of cold mist, and its soul still failed to return to Hell, but Laike unceremoniously transformed its soul into experience.

Leaving it on the pirate class without looking at it.

Then, holding the knife, he ran into the shadows, and in the shadow step, he ran into three or four Kvaldir mist warriors who were besieging the mast. He made another cleave, and another three groups of experience gained.

Proudmoore's bloodline, hunting excitement, and weapon master's series of powerful talents make Bo Laike's battle process extremely sharp and smooth.

There are ranger passive combat skills such as Blade Dance of the Far Traveler, and active combat skills such as Shadow Strike, which are already very handy, and can add shadow power to weapons.

He also held a legendary weapon capable of breaking demons in his hand.

In the massacre that Braike would completely let go of, his lethality against these half-titan undead has increased dramatically, and he has already displayed a combat effectiveness that is two or three times his real strength.

But this state cannot last long.

On the one hand, in a real war, no matter how powerful a fighter is, there will be a time when his physical strength is exhausted.

On the other hand, there is a very practical reason.

Sanksu, the blade of flame, is too heavy.

This sword was not prepared for agile professions like thieves. It was a sword master weapon, and it should have been wielded by warriors who focused on strength and exercised their bodies.

The pirate could feel his arms trembling after only a few minutes of swinging his sword with all his strength. His mortal body was not sufficiently trained. At this stage, it was still difficult to exert the destructive power that a legendary war blade should have.

After chopping down two and a half titan undead, Bu Laike decisively put Sankesu back into the magic bag, and pulled out the Thrashing Blade and Devil's Strike from his waist.

This light, fast and deadly weapon is what an assassin should use.

"Sea ahead! Prepare for impact!"

The moment Braike slipped into the shadows, on the rear poop, Red Blackhand, holding the steering wheel, yelled loudly.

All the orc warriors on the deck, as long as they could move, rushed towards the fixed objects around them at this moment.

A few seconds later, the speeding boat, propelled by more than a dozen demons behind it, plunged into the mist that had begun to dissipate ahead, and then followed the violent waves that were thrown up, as if gliding all the way up.

The cloth Laike in the shadows threw out the hook lock, wrapped around the mast, and was lifted up along the ship at a large angle. At this moment, his feet were separated from his body and he was dragged into the air.

In the next moment, it was straightened with the hook and lock, and it was pulled back to the watchtower above the trembling mast like a swallow.

The moment Bu Laike landed, he didn't care about his demeanor and image, he opened his arms and hugged the mast in front of him. The next moment, the battleship lifted to the highest place by the waves plunged down again.

With the screeching snap of the bowsprit, the ship was like a toy held by a titan.

It soared into the air in an instant, and then plunged headlong into the turbulent sea water like a dart slanting downwards.

The white water waves swept across the deck like giant fists, engulfing those unfixed orcs and those half-titan undead.

The waves rushed across the deck violently, tearing apart the side of the ship, sweeping away all the corpses on the deck, as if violently cleaning the old ship.

Rolling along the waves, the ocean, which was several times more violent than before, completely abandoned the pure lady's persona under the power of hell, revealing its wild side.

The lookout where Boo Laike was standing was hit by a big wave and snapped off the top.

The pirate danced and was submerged in the waves, and in the midst of spinning around, he struggled to lock on to the target, and fled back to the poop with a shadow step.

In this violent and dim sea tide, even the gathering and scattering of shadows became difficult.

The sea water in Azeroth is not as simple as it seems on the surface. It is indeed water, but it also has elemental power infiltrated into it. This world also has shaman inheritance.

Elemental spirits exist in every part of the world. Therefore, when the ocean is furious, the magic release of the casters will also be affected. The effect of ice magic will be strengthened, and the power of fire magic will be weakened.

As for Warlock Magic

The elemental spirits of the sea obviously don't like warlocks.

So this will suppress the shadow magic power miserably.

"Go! Push them into the cabin!"

Bu Laike, who was soaked all over his body, snatched the steering wheel from Red's hand, and shouted at the orc chief who was also in a panic. Red didn't say much, and jumped off the deck before the next wave hit.

Using both hands and feet, they dragged and threw several weak orcs into the cabin below the deck.

Bu Laike grabbed the rudder wheel, and in the next moment, a huge force was transmitted from the rudder wheel armrest. The impact of the waves made it very difficult to adjust the rudder in this situation.

As for the sails, fortunately, they were all put away when they broke through just now, so that they would not be torn apart by the waves.

The pirate grabbed the rudder wheel with all his strength, and watched the five- to six-meter-high waves rising from the sea in front of him, like a wall of sea water, smashing towards the ship horizontally.

"Hold on, it's the last wave."

Bo Laike said something in a low voice.

It seemed that there was a tooth-piercing sound of peeling and breaking under his feet, and the vibrating warship was talking. On the sea in front of his eyes, the fog had reached the final edge.

Across the dark and turbulent sea, and the big waves in front of him, he could even see the shadowy sunlight not far away, leaving only a thin layer of mist like a veil-like curtain

A scene apart, two worlds.

"As I said before, this ship is a tough and silent warrior. No matter what time it is, you can trust it."

The old mage Meili Dongfeng, who hadn't shown up at all before, with a very low sense of presence, leaned on a pine stick, and slowly appeared beside Bu Laike with the flashing technique.

The floating and swaying of the boat was extremely exaggerated, but the old mage was firmly rooted on the deck, and the boiling water around him was also blocked by the violet magic shield around him.

Leaning on a wooden stick and slightly bowed, he stood with Bu Laike who was holding the rudder of the boat, watching the roaring waves crashing in front of him.

"I heard that there is a saying among sailors called sea dog waves?"

Meili Dongfeng blinked and asked:

"Does the wave in front of you count?"

"this?"

Drenched in cloth, Laike grinned, pushed his blindfold, and said:

"This is a huge wave at best, and it's already very gentle.

It's far worse than a bitch sea dog wave, and you'll be laughed at if you say such a common-sense error in front of other Kul Tirans.

Master, stand still. "

The pirate said something, and with all his strength in his hand, he slammed the rudder to the left. The ship pushed by the demons behind was in front of the wave for a moment, and completed the last fine-tuning of its course.

Let it face the rolling waves in front of you at 90°, and it is another rapid slide. When the ship tilts at a large angle, it is pushed to a position of five or six meters above the sea level within a few seconds.

Just like climbing a mountain, amidst the crackling sound of the battleship, it roared to the top, and then plunged headlong towards the sea beyond the mist.

Laike had already closed his eyes, preparing for the next wave of impact, but unexpectedly, the impact of falling on the sea this time was much lighter.

With only a slight vibration, the whole ship landed firmly on the sea.

The pirate opened his eyes, glanced to the side, and saw the old mage Meri Dongfeng holding the head of Gul'dan, which was supposed to be kept by the evil eye, with his left hand, and gently raised the fingers of his right hand in front of him.

Those violent fel energy and shadow magic power were extracted by the demilich in the orthodox arcane magic way, and then released.

With him as the center of the circle, the entire ship is now wrapped in a layer of light green magic shield. Just now, this layer of magic shield offset most of the shock damage caused by the falling ship.

"It's really hard to imagine what kind of story that orc warlock Gul'dan went through to condense such a huge container of magic power after his death."

Merry Dongfeng interrupted his spellcasting in the next instant, glanced at the evil-spirited Skull of Gul'dan in his hand, handed it to Bu Laike, and glanced at the pirate again.

Say:

"This thing is an extreme temptation for any warlock or spellcaster with evil intentions. Your 'Magic Advisor' almost made a wrong choice.

But it's not his fault.

It was you who put the temptation that he couldn't stand before his eyes.

Next time, when entrusting something like this, better choose someone with a strong will. "

"Thanks, Master."

Bu Laike put away the skull of Gul'dan, and put a chain through the eye sockets of the skull, and hung it on his chest.

He glanced at the half-destroyed poop behind him, and the evil eye warlock was squatting there tremblingly, with the radiance of arcane magic still remaining on his body, obviously he had been "taught" by the old mage just now.

The pirate shook his head, not intending to punish him.

This ship was able to escape the fog of Hell, and Dijia Xieyan really helped a lot. The nature of a warlock is not so easy to get rid of. As the captain, it is absolutely necessary to be rewarded and punished.

"Well, it's safe."

The pirate flung the shackle and jumped onto the top of the poop.

Looking at the misty sea area behind him, the gloom and darkness there are in stark contrast to the current sunlight on the sea.

Between the shadows, Laike could still see, on the gloomy sky there, there were several clusters of green meteorites roaring towards the center of the misty sea.

"Is Sharazane dead?"

He lowered his head and asked the devil under his feet. Daglop lightly flipped back on the spot, and shouted in a sharp and noisy tone:

"No! I can feel its life draining, but it's still fighting. It's a high-level eredar, powerful, and able to call lesser demons into battle.

At your behest, evil master, I have left enough soulstones there, enough for it to summon more demons.

It wouldn't die so easily with a small army of demons to help. "

"Very good, monitor at all times, and notify me immediately of any changes."

Bu Laike gave an order to the kid.

The latter saw the end that his old master would face with his own eyes, and felt that the great revenge had been avenged in his heart. Naturally, he had a treacherous smile on his face, and even gave an orc military salute to Bu Laike in a strange manner.

"quack quack"

When the pirate jumped off the deck, he heard the croaking of the little murloc again. When he looked back, he saw that Benbo Erba was climbing onto the deck from the broken net on the side of the ship, throwing the sea water off his body.

Holding something in its hand, it screamed and ran towards Bu Laike, and then ran back and forth around Bu Laike. This is another lucky little murloc, offering a treasure to its owner.

"Come here, I really didn't raise you in vain."

(end of this chapter)