Azeroth Shadow Trail

Chapter 104 14. The last ride

Outside the sea area covered in the fog of hell, the severely damaged and dilapidated ships set sail again.

This time they had a lot fewer people.

The bustle and hustle and bustle on the deck was no longer the same as before, and the orcs who could still move were very silent. This encounter, which was fought head-on and ended in a miserable failure, seriously destroyed their confidence.

Also make them aware of:

Just because they are on par with humans doesn't mean they have the power and qualifications to conquer the entire Azeroth. There are too many forces in this world that can easily destroy them and destroy the entire tribe.

Realizing that you're not the center of the world, that you're not the answer to all your problems, can be extremely frustrating, but it can also bring those brutal and arrogant people back into a cold reality.

Make them aware of the current crisis, so that they can obediently obey Bu Laike's command.

From this point of view, Master Captain has won the battle completely!

This is Captain Bu Laike, who is wearing an eyepatch, with a smile on his face, followed by the second pair of evil eyes with cold sweat, and a few violent orc guards who also survived the disaster.

They carried the traitors who had completely given up struggling with vicious voices, and went up to the half-destroyed poop.

The one-eyed blood ring warlock was blown by the sea breeze for a moment, and his body trembled a little.

He had a hunch.

Today, I can learn a lesson from my captain.

That will surely be a valuable lesson that he will never forget.

On the platform behind the poop, Laike reached out to catch the ropes thrown by Garona. These ropes were very long, and the front ends were firmly fixed to the side of the ship, just like the tails of battleships.

"Tie them up first, and they must be tied firmly, so as not to be washed away in the sea water. And they can't cover their mouths, which will prevent their screams from being heard.

Others cannot hear their wailing, they cannot feel their pain, and they cannot intuitively see the direct consequences of the rebellion.

This will not serve as a warning to others. "

Bu Laike, just like teaching, under the gaze of Xieyan and other orcs, quickly and professionally tied the hands of the leader who was preparing to rebel with special knots.

He also reached out to help the orc, wiping the blood from his face.

The latter moved his mouth, as if he wanted to say something to beg for mercy.

But in the next instant, all the smiles on Bo Laike's face disappeared.

With a face full of indifference, he kicked the orc rebel and kicked him from the stern of the boat into the sea. The guy let out a miserable scream, and was bound by the rope, turning into a ball of waves and falling into the water.

The ship would have started to accelerate forward under the full sail of the sea wind.

The orc tied to the rope was dragged through the water like a trawling net behind a boat.

The icy seawater hit his body, his hands were tied, and he couldn't even swim. He could only shout, but when he opened his mouth, seawater poured into his mouth.

In the end, it can only be dragged and pulled on the sea surface like a stone floating in the water, leaving a white arc of water.

That must have felt bad.

This can be sensed from the more miserable screams of the orcs.

"According to the story I heard."

Bu Laike stood up straight, stretched out his hand and patted the shivering Xieyan shoulder, and said softly:

"It is said that a pirate was punished in this way and persisted in the water for five full days before he breathed his last breath. The tenacity of that pirate was even respected by the Kul Tiras sailors who captured him.

But I'm curious, how long can the orcs, who are stronger than humans, last under this kind of torture?

Also, if it's a warlock who can breathe underwater, maybe he won't be drowned, right?

Maybe every piece of flesh and blood will be washed away by the violent sea water, exposing the white bones before dying miserably."

The captain said things like horror stories.

The fingers he put on Xieyan's shoulder tightened at this moment, he turned sideways, and said in the ear of the sweating orc warlock:

"This is the first time.

I'll pretend I don't know, and you can pretend it didn't happen.

But Xieyan, if you feel that you have seen too much torture in the Shadow Council, I am really happy and want to show you the 'art' of Azeroth's pirates torturing traitors.

That is the inheritance of thousands of years, and it will definitely open your eyes.

Work hard, my second officer.

Just don't give me that chance, okay? "

Xieyan wiped the sweat from his forehead, and nodded without making a sound.

Bu Laike pointed to the remaining four people under his feet, and said to Xieyan:

"I leave it to you to execute these traitors."

"You have to throw them into the sea yourself, observe them yourself, record when they died and how they died, and finally don't forget to take back their tortured souls.

You are a warlock.

You are the best at this. "

After finishing speaking, Captain Bu Laike patted his second officer on the shoulder, as if encouraging, he turned around and strode away from the platform with his hands behind his back.

Those plundering orcs also followed the captain faithfully.

The notorious talent has already taken effect on this ship.

Let these violent orcs who were about to cling to Laike's thigh and survive from death, also begin to truly regard the wise and powerful pirate captain as a person they can rely on.

Laike quickly walked back to the poop. Seeing him approaching, Reid let go of the steering wheel in his hands. Although he was still grumpy, he still gave up the power of steering to the real captain.

This subtle movement made Bo Laike narrow his eyes and feel happy in his heart.

After checking the sextant, confirming the heading, and turning the rudder wheel to steer the battleship southward on the sea, he glanced at the translucent character card in front of him:

Class: Level 39 Pirate / Level 30 Ranger / Level 5 Warlock

The half-titan necrons of the Kvaldir Legion are powerful and difficult to deal with, but in return for their power, the experience rewards they bring to Laike are also exceptionally rich.

After an hour of fighting, the rank of the pirate was raised by 4 levels.

If the danger of annihilation of the whole army is not considered, Laike even has the idea to turn the bow of the ship and rush into the fog to fight again. He will be at level 40 soon, and he will get another talent.

I don't know, what kind of surprise will this time give him?

Bu Laike looked at the sun on the sea in front of him, the sea breeze was blowing gently on his face, the clothes on his body were still a little wet, and he felt chilly when he was blown by the wind.

But under the sunlight, it doesn't look cold, as if it really escaped from the shadow of hell.

Some orcs were sorting out the remains of their companions on the deck, wrapped them in rags, and threw them into the sea. Some orcs stood by the side of the ship, singing softly the songs of their hometown that they remembered.

Not refined.

The same as the shape of the orc, with a desolate and rough, the singing echoes along the waves, stays on the sails, in the waterline, and finally disappears into the vast deep sea along with the corpses.

Of course, with the accompaniment of the wailing of several rebels screaming miserably behind the ship, the pirate captain Bu Laike felt refreshed for a moment.

——

Good times are always short.

The high-ranking demon Sharazane destroyed the Naglfar before dying.

But it seems that the destruction was not complete. The demon's "fearless sacrifice" only bought Laike and his crew a day and a half to escape.

As the evening approached the next day, fog rose again behind the broken warship galloping forward with full sail.

Like a urging talisman, it urges the orcs on the entire battleship to rush for their lives, and every order of Laike will be executed immediately.

But relying on the sea breeze alone, still can't open the distance, but this time Laike is not as anxious and angry as last time.

the reason is simple.

In front of the battleship galloping south, in the vast sea, the outline of a continent-like island was already seen, and the destination of this journey was just ahead.

"They're speeding up! The fog is speeding up!"

Reid Blackhand hung half of his body outside the side of the ship, holding a rusted monocular in his hand, and observed the sea behind.

Just like a qualified lookout, he kept holding the rudder wheel below, and Bu Laike, who was aware of the surrounding situation, reported the situation behind.

"They sent the dragon-headed captain ship! Those half-titan undead are charging after the mist! Think of a way, captain! If this continues, we will be caught up in twenty minutes at most!"

Bu Laike did not answer, he continued to sense the changes in the sea water around the ship.

The orcs on the deck, led by a few warlords, had already begun to soak their weapons in oil, ready to ignite them, and then fight those half-titan undead.

Amidst the commotion, the figure of the legendary assassin jumped down from the mast, flipped in the air, and landed beside Bu Laike.

Garona whispered:

"Not enough speed! They also know that once they let us go ashore, they will lose their chance. The speed of the fog rolling is at least twice as fast as it was two days ago.

We couldn't get the boat aground on the island's sands before the fog enveloped us. "

"I don't know enough."

Bu Laike said coldly:

"I'm just waiting."

"It's about time, what are you waiting for?"

Galona was also a little anxious, her tone was a little fierce, Bu Laike glanced at her and said:

"I'm waiting for the high tide! The sea water has already started to rise, haven't you noticed? The rising tide will quickly rush to the coast with everything on the sea surface.

Our speed will pick up again. "

"But they're faster too!"

The legendary assassin frowned and said:

"That does not work."

"No, they won't be faster, trust me!"

Bu Laike took a deep breath, took his hands off the helm, and shouted to the orc sailors on the deck who were preparing for battle:

"Put down all the boats on the boat! Everyone get on the boat, leaving twenty people to help me move the explosives to the deck! Evil Eye!"

"arrive."

The cyclops, who was manipulating the demon to push the boat, heard the captain's call, and immediately responded, and then heard Bu Laike say to him:

"Summon a few big mephits, take you and Brother Black Hand, and bring the wounded, and fly to the coast! Immediately after landing, the summoning ceremony will begin.

You know that magic, right? "

"meeting."

Xieyan didn't hesitate, like an absolutely qualified dog leg, turned around and used the soul stone to summon the mephit demon that can carry people to fly, and Bu Laike also turned his head and said to Garona:

"You go with me and keep an eye on him for me. If he dares to run, just..."

The captain gave her a wink, and Garona nodded knowingly.

She looked back at Bo Laike as she swung the shackle to catch the edge of the poop, and said:

"What about you?

There are only four small boats on board, and the orcs are enough to carry them. It takes at least 20 minutes for us to fly to the coast, and you have to persist for at least 20 minutes without being overtaken by them. "

"I'm not going anywhere, ma'am."

Bu Laike stretched out his hand and pushed his blindfold, he patted the steering wheel in front of him, and said to Garona solemnly:

"I am the captain of this ship, and I must stay with my ship until the last moment. The Naglfar is here for me, as long as I am here, their first target will always be me.

I'll buy you enough time to evacuate. "

"Are you so kind?"

Garona looked suspiciously at Bo Laike, who shrugged and said:

"Don't look at me like that, I'm braver than you think. Besides, Hablon came all the way, I have to at least say goodbye to him.

It's polite.

Of course, you'd better urge Xieyan to start the summoning ceremony faster, don't let me really die here, that would be ridiculous. "

"Then I'll try my best. I've already reached Zandalar, so don't die on the last mile."

Garona laughed, and then quietly disappeared into the shadows, while Bu Laike looked at the soaring mist behind him, and he stroked the head of Gul'dan hanging on his chest.

There is no fear in the eyes, and there is even an eagerness to try.

Before he bid farewell to Hablon temporarily, he wanted to "get a fortune" from the Mist Legion.

Pirates are also thieves, so don't thieves go empty-handed.

(end of this chapter)