Azeroth Shadow Trail

Chapter 105 15. This is a trap! Abandon ship! (superior)

"The damn fog is approaching! The distance is less than two thousand yards! They are still accelerating!"

The hellish mist surging on the sea behind him gave up spreading outward at this moment. Under the control of the soul-inducing man Hablon, those gray and cold mist seemed to lock on the target, gathering and dispersing like It is thousands of troops galloping on the sea.

It also turned into various monsters, chasing Bu Laike's boat and galloping all the way.

In the previous battles, everyone knew the difficulty of these damn hell fogs.

Once you are surrounded by it, you will immediately lose your sense of direction.

Under the shroud of mist, the ocean currents and sea winds will become extremely chaotic, but the half-titan undead of the Kvaldir Legion are not affected when they charge and kill in it.

And in the area covered by the mist, those Kvaldir warriors will not really be killed.

In addition to the fact that Bu Laike has the ability of a spirit hunter and can tear up souls and turn them into "experience", no matter how frantically the orcs resist, it is difficult to really hurt these hell warriors.

In other words, in this last moment of escape, once the fog of hell is shrouded, Bo Laike and his ship are doomed!

The end of escape that is close at hand will become as far away as Tianya cape.

"boom"

Kegs of gunpowder were pushed out of the cabin by the orcs, and they fixed those kegs all over the deck at the behest of Bo Laike, and stuffed many more in the poop.

The several naval guns on the deck were also pushed into the gun positions, and the orc gunners held torches and were ready for the artillery battle.

"woo woo woo"

The low and desolate Vrykul's horn echoed in the fog that was getting closer behind, and the sound of a large number of ships crossing the sea was also heard on the sea.

The Mist Warriors of Kvaldir are sitting in their traditional dragon-headed longships, hiding in the mist, bellowing and challenging the ships ahead.

In the naval battle two days ago, Bu Laike, the traitor of Hell, played a dirty trick and used the devil's surprise attack to interrupt the siege of the half-titan undead and escaped.

In the eyes of these manic Kvaldir fog fighters, this is already a great shame!

In the tens of thousands of years they have entered Hell and served Queen Hela, they have rarely encountered such a dilemma of being escaped by their prey.

If it was said that the previous hunting was still carried with a bit of sarcasm and contempt, Hablon had already dispatched his real elites for the fight that was about to begin.

Behind the spreading fog, the keel battleship Naglfar broke through the water again from the depths of the sea. On this gloomy and strange ghost ship, there were still traces of being destroyed and ignited by high-level demons before.

This ghost ship was made by Queen Hela herself. Its hull can heal itself by devouring souls. Although the big hole on the deck has been repaired, the skull of the high-level demon has also been made into a poop image.

But Hablon, who regarded it as a treasure, was still very dissatisfied.

He stood on the bow deck of the ghost ship with a gloomy face at this time, looking at the dilapidated ship that was about to be completely shrouded in fog ahead, his gray eyes were filled with ruthlessness.

This time, that cunning betrayer can't escape no matter what!

Ah, the long hunt is finally coming to an end.

In the end, he will bring the soul of the traitor, and the treasure that should have been handed over to the queen, and return to Hell with a victory, to make up for the stupid mistakes he made with his own hands.

"Oh, it's still close."

At the same time, with about 20 minutes left on the voyage from the coastline, Laike felt the cold wind brought by the mighty fog behind him.

The evening sky overhead darkened rapidly again.

He shook his head, and turned the rudder wheel in his hand sharply to the left, allowing the fast-moving ship to draw a sharp bend on the sea with the high tide, and then turned the ship sideways a minute later.

Use the left string against the enemy.

"Sail in! Drop anchor!"

The captain took his hands off the steering wheel and shouted to the orcs on the deck. Those orcs were a little confused about this order, shouldn't they run away now?

This is, give up and run away, and confront it head-on?

Doubts are doubts, but under the prestige already established by Laike, the orcs still quickly threw the anchor into the sea, and tried their best to furl the sails by half.

Bu Laike stood on the deck with his hips akimbo, watching the fog that covered the sky roaring towards him.

He shook his head and said to the orcs behind him:

"Get on the boat and run. The next thing is a personal grievance between me and Your Excellency Hablon, and you are not qualified to participate."

"Captain! You."

A raven orc let out an exclamation, but before he could finish his sentence, Bo Laike picked up a torch and put his hand on one of the ship's guns on the gun bay.

The captain who was wearing a blindfold looked back at him, and the indifference in his eyes made the orc shut up.

The notorious talent was truly activated, and it worked wonders for a moment, and the orcs obediently obeyed the order under the watchful eyes of Braike.

They hurriedly threw the last boat into the water on the right string, and jumped down one by one grabbing their weapons.

At the same time, Laike narrowed his eyes and slightly adjusted the naval gun in his hand.

Aiming at a ship looming in the mist in front of him, he threw a hunter's mark on a certain half-titan undead on the fastest leading longship.

It's like a bright shooting beacon.

As he pressed the back of the naval gun with his left hand, the sniper skills were activated and began to accumulate power.

Two seconds later, the charge fuse ignited.

Five seconds later, the charge is complete.

Another second passed.

"boom"

Amidst the loud noise, the naval cannon exploded, repeating the power of the cannon two days ago, and the flying cannonball plunged into the mist with a dazzling scorching red light.

While smashing the body of the unlucky half-titan undead, it also sank the dragon-headed longship it was in from the middle, and also caused an explosion. At this moment, six streams of heat flowed into Bu Laike's arm.

Representing six and a half titan undead, the sniper under Laike's legendary proficiency was killed in one shot.

The pirate who emerged from the shadows floating like a cloak whistled.

I strolled to the second naval gun next to it again. This time, there was no shadow cloak to resist damage, so the output was a little less powerful, and the hunter's mark was not used.

Just use sniping.

Do the same operation again, after five seconds

"Boom", another shot was fired, piercing the second leading longship head-on, this time the power was not as powerful as the legendary blow, and the ship's guns did not explode.

But there are still three experiences recovered to Bu Laike.

He glanced at the experience bar and fired two shots. He was satisfied with the increase in experience, but unfortunately, the fog covered his head and face in the next instant, leaving Laike with no time to leisurely fire.

"Bang, bang"

The thick harpoon fired by the harpoon gun pierced the hull of the battleship with only Bu Laike left from both sides.

In the violent shaking, the five longships completed the first part of the gang battle with a rough crash.

In the next second, there were more than twenty and a half titan undead, roaring and jumping onto the deck like a wild herd.

The armor on them is also rusted, but it is obviously more refined than the armor of those cannon fodder soldiers two days ago, and their stature is also taller. These are the elite Kvaldir.

It seems that Bu Laike's escape two days ago really pissed off Hablon.

"Aww! I'm going to use your hijab as a bowl!"

A vrykul necromancer who looked like a charge captain brandished two battle axes and roared loudly at Braike, intimidating in a very vrykul style. Laike surrounded.

More and more vrykul ghouls rushed onto the deck.

Laike looked around, conservatively estimated that in just a dozen seconds, there were more than forty half-titan undead on the deck.

Together, these guys could already challenge a heavy cavalry of several hundred men, or an equal number of orc infantry. With his current strength, there was basically no solution to such a situation.

doomed..?

"I really don't want to use this.

God knows what aftereffects will be after using it. I'm not a real demon hunter, but none of my demons can cooperate with it. But, the hole card thing

Isn't it just used in the current situation? "

Bu Laike was surrounded by a group of half-titan undead, like a child surrounded by a group of violent men, looking pitiful and helpless.

The surrounding vrykul undead sneered fiercely and approached him in unison, it seemed that they only wanted to hack him to death.

And the pirates did not use their weapons.

He held the Skull of Gul'dan hanging from the chain on his chest, looked left and right, and then showed an evil smile towards the tallest vrykul captain in front of him.

"Hell, Hela, Kvaldir. Suck!!!"

In the next moment, amidst Braike's weird laughter, the shadow and fel magic power surging from Gul'dan's skull poured into his body without restraint like a flood that opened a gate.

The legendary accessory Skull of Gul'dan has additional effects. Demonize, activate!

pain!

This is the pirate's first feeling.

The influx of violent magic power seemed to explode him in an instant.

Thick shadows are intertwined with fel magic, and purple and dark green blend together. At this moment, it is like an eggshell, wrapping Laike's body in it.

In that severe pain, he even had the illusion that his body was changing.

strength!

This is Bo Laike's second feeling.

The violent magic power poured into the body, which brought about a violent increase in strength. Seeing that the situation was not good, the surrounding Vrykul undead spirits swung their weapons and smashed at the big eggshell in front of them.

But at the same moment, there was a halo-like fiery fire, emitting a strong sulfur smell, shooting out in all directions.

The ring of scorching flames drove back the hell undead who were afraid of the flames, but did not continue to hurt them, but the problem was that there were not only them on the deck.

There are also gunpowder kegs arranged around in advance.

Those things that would explode were swept by this round of dark green flames, and were immediately ignited. Amidst the piercing sound of burning wires, the explosives piled up on the entire ship entered the countdown.

"boom"

A few seconds later, a deafening explosion echoed in the fog of Hell, and Hablon, who was standing on the front deck of the Nagfar, also raised his head at this moment.

At the end of the mist, I saw a ball of fire bursting and dancing.

The betrayer's ship, blown up!

It's a trap!

"Is he crazy?"

Hablon's gray eyes shone with astonishment. He felt very clearly before that the traitor, Bu Laike, was on that ship, but now he blew up the ship himself.

This is suicide?

Do not.

wrong!

Not suicide!

Bu Laike's soul has not returned to the spirit guide, he is not dead yet!

And there is a violent force rising in the fog ahead!

With the stink of demons and the vibration of shadows.

wait

Hablon's face changed slightly. He looked at the soul lamp in his hand, and the pale light kept shining, which represented some kind of ominous warning.

The souls of the Kvaldir elite sent by themselves are rapidly decreasing!

They are being slaughtered!

Slaughtered by a monster at a terrifying speed!

Worst of all, the souls whose bodies dissipated were supposed to return to the Naglfar for rebirth, but none of them could come back!

It was as if there was a soul-stirring monster that had just crawled out of the sea and was devouring the soul to its fullest, enjoying the feast of destruction.

"accelerate!"

The soul-inducing person was startled, and immediately roared towards the rear deck. The Nagfar, which was moving forward at a constant speed, immediately accelerated and rushed towards the direction of the previous explosion.

What the hell is going on there?

(end of this chapter)