Azeroth Shadow Trail

Chapter 108 18. Welcome to the Eternal Land

"I'm such a bad captain."

At night, on the beach in the north of Zandalar Island, the tide was still rushing to the sand, and Laike leaned on his sword, facing the sea area where he had fought hard just now.

He closed his eyes, and said something in a low tone as if nostalgic.

"Its past is actually not as glorious as you think.

Before being captured by the Horde, it was the capital ship of the Stormwind Kingdom's fleet. Its captain fled with the crew without a fight, so it was captured completely by us.

it's called"

Red Blackhand, who was watching the post-battle scene behind him, tried to tell Boo Laike the name of the ship.

But it was interrupted by Laike stretching out his hand. The captain opened his eyes and looked at the sparks on the sea in the distance. He let out a long breath and said:

"So, it has behaved so bravely all the way, is it washing away its shame? It is really a good ship. Don't tell me its name

It probably doesn't want that shameful name to be remembered by us.

But remember it.

It is it that proudly defeated death!

It's what saved us all. "

"That's just a ship! Bu Laike, it doesn't have the stuff you're talking about, are you Kul Tirans out of your mind?"

Garona complained fiercely:

"And instead of remembering a sunken ship, let's consider the fact that we're ashore now, we're already on the land of Zandalar.

Where should we go next? "

"Not urgent."

Bo Laike grinned.

Feeling the weakness in his body, he said to the people behind him:

"The small boats carrying the soldiers are still on the sea, and it will take more than ten minutes for them to come over. Everyone is very tired, so let's rest for three hours.

Ma'am, could I trouble you to scout the surrounding area? "

He turned to Garona and said:

"Just walk around in the surrounding jungle, don't go too far, and be careful of the trolls in the jungle. The trolls in Zandalar are different from the trolls in other places.

Especially the trolls in this jungle.

The blood trolls of Nazmir believe in evil gods, so don't be discovered by them. If you can't avoid the battle, you must be careful not to be injured by them.

In case of bleeding, it will be very troublesome. "

While talking, Bu Laike looked at the old mage outside the crowd, thought for a while, and said:

"And Master Meri, I know you have seen a lot, but believe me, the blood witchcraft used by the blood trolls in this place is definitely something you have never seen before.

Perhaps you can act with Lady Garona.

Those blood totems scattered in the jungle, with strange evil spirits and various magical effects, will definitely open your eyes. Don't go too deep into the jungle, though. "

With a serious expression, he said to the old mage with a curious expression on his face:

"There are loa in this jungle, four of them! They might notice you."

"Four loa gods?"

The demilich was just curious before, but when it heard what Bu Laike said, it suddenly let out an exclamation.

He is not an ignorant person. He has lived for three thousand years, and his knowledge reserves are definitely extremely vast. From his appearance, one can tell that he is not ignorant of the concept of Loa God.

"Yes, there are four powerful loa in the jungle called Nazmir, and in Dazar'alor, the golden city of Zandalari trolls in the south, there are even more loa.

The island under our feet is the common birthplace of the loa worship of all the troll clans in the current world of Azeroth. This is the real 'Land of All Souls'.

Although most of the loa are just weak gods, there are indeed powerful loas here, even great gods.

But that guy is now sealed.

So don't be afraid.

We must move carefully, the Zandalari worship wisdom, but at this stage, they and their loa do not welcome outsiders into their realm. "

Bu Laike shook his head, he regretfully said briefly:

"Anyway, be careful.

I take a break.

When the crew joins me, we set off for Hades. There is the temple of Bwonsamdi, the god of death, the troll, and it is also the destination of our long journey.

If luck favors us, we'll be done with this trouble by the early hours of tomorrow at the most. "

"Lucky?"

The demilich quickly tasted something different from Bo Laike's words.

He glanced at the pirate captain and said:

"Then what if you're unlucky? Your soul barrier will expire after ten days at most. I hope you have a backup plan."

"I am an assassin, Master."

Bu Laike turned his head and said in an inaudible voice:

"No matter what the situation is, the assassin is always prepared."

"very good."

The demilich nodded, leaning on his own pine stick, and together with Garona walked towards the depths of the jungle by the coast.

After they left, Bo Laike gathered Red, Maim and Evil Eye around.

Let them take their own people to collect some food and drink water nearby, while he himself sat on the stone by the beach, waiting for the crew members who had come to the coast in small boats to join.

With a water bag in his hand, Braike filled his mouth with water to moisten his thirsty throat. He picked up the Skull of Gul'dan hanging on his chest. The shadow and fel magic power emitted by this thing is now weakened by half compared to before .

But he is still actively absorbing magic power to supplement himself.

He glanced at the equipment column of the character card:

Head of Gul'dan

Incidental effect. Demonization (cooling time: 29 days, 23 hours and 49 minutes)

"It's really a month of charging, ten minutes of firmness"

The captain curled his lips and complained.

But I'm not disappointed in my heart. It's understandable that the demonized state has a long cooling-off period for such a powerful state.

He glanced at the character card again, and this time his expression changed a lot:

Class: Level 44 Pirate/Level 30 Ranger/Level 7 Warlock

The hundreds of souls of Kvaldir's elite striker who slaughtered Hablon raised the rank of the pirate several times in a row, and the dark magic power fed back in the demonized state also raised the rank of the warlock by 2 levels.

He got stronger.

Pirate rank 40 also gave a new talent.

Master of Shadows: You have proven your potential to the shadows, and its mysteries are once again open to you to use them in more creative ways.

"This gift, this explanation"

Bo Laike raised an eyebrow.

In the state of demonization, when slaughtering those half-titan undead, I didn't pay much attention to professional upgrades. In the state filled with powerful magic, it is difficult to feel the improvement of my own strength.

Only after he calms down can he feel the faint changes in the shadows around him again.

It was still entangled like a shadow, with faintly visible dark power, but compared to the indifference towards Bu Laike before, the shadow entwined around him now became a little more active.

They began to actively respond to Bu Laike's call.

"hum"

When the pirate pinched his fingers, a cloud of shadow gathered and scattered at his fingertips, and in the movement like pinching plasticine, it was shaped into a shadow throwing knife.

With a wave of Bu Laike's finger, he threw it with a fatal throwing technique. On the coconut tree seven or eight meters above his head, the green coconut was cut off by the root and hit the beach in front of him.

"Yo, not bad."

Bu Laike raised his eyebrows, the talent of this shadow master is unexpectedly interesting, but this shadow creation is okay for attack, but not for defense at all.

Too brittle.

Touched by the Devil's Strike in his hand, it will shatter.

but

"swish"

At Bu Laike's call, a dark shadow quickly wrapped around the blade of the Demonstrike dagger, like a dark enchantment.

This makes the dagger add shadow magic damage in addition to physical damage.

"As the strength rises, the manipulation of the shadow will definitely become more solid. It is still a growth skill with a bright future."

Satisfied, the pirate lifted the shadow from his weapon.

Glancing at the sea again, he could already see the orc boats on the sea under the darkness of night.

Hablon didn't make things difficult for them.

But the Naglfar didn't leave either.

Bu Laike took out his soul lamp from the magic bag and put it in front of his eyes.

On the lantern, there was pale light beating endlessly. Such a fierce reaction proved that Hablon was constantly trying to break through the barrier of Bu Laike's soul.

He is nearby!

The soul-inviting man dared not set foot on this place, which is very close to the Nether Palace, but he would not give up his pursuit of Bu Laike, as long as Bu Laike didn't plan to hide in Zandalar for the rest of his life.

They will have a fight sooner or later.

And Hablon is also a spellcaster. He said it clearly before that he felt the enchantment in Bu Laike's soul, and he knew very well that the enchantment was getting weaker.

ten days!

Ten days later, if Bo Laike still can't find Bwonsamdi's help, Hablon doesn't even need to go ashore himself, and can easily take Bo Laike's soul by activating the hell curse.

"So, next time we meet, my friend."

Bu Laike held the soul lamp in front of his eyes, he flicked on the lampshade, and said:

"Between you and me, only one is destined to survive."

"quack quack quack"

On the beach ahead, the little murloc's iconic screams came, but this time, there was a lot less joy in the sound, and a little more self-blame and loss.

Apparently, the little murloc's treasure-hunting supernatural power has failed.

It didn't find any valuable spoils in that sea area, so it could only return empty-handed to meet its owner.

It's so embarrassing.

"So, the 'Plunder for a living' talent given by this pirate class is promised to improve the loot acquisition, but as expected, for non-chieftains, the equipment acquisition rate of 99% and 1% is actually not bad. .

It's not your fault, little one.

This time, it was my face that turned black.

Who told me to use the power of the warlock, the curse of the non-chief, there will be no oranges in my life. "

——

Three hours later, it was time to depart.

Bu Laike's weak body also recovered some energy, so he casually found a wooden stick from the beach as a crutch, and led a group of slightly injured orcs into the depths of the jungle.

As for the seriously injured guys, they were put on stretchers and carried forward by their companions.

Xieyan got a lot of soul stones for them to eat.

However, these injuries will not heal in a short while. Fortunately, the orcs have strong vitality. As long as they are not killed by one blow, most of them can survive the hardships and pains.

However, this jungle is really

"Dry!"

In front of the team, Red, holding a saber, cursed severely.

His body was covered with stinky blood, all because there was a half-dried troll corpse hanging on a branch in the jungle in front of him, but still spilling disgusting things.

The disgusting smell made even the orcs who didn't pay much attention to hygiene unbearable.

"Walk carefully, this kind of 'surprise' is everywhere, the blood trolls will use this kind of thing to indicate that their respective tribe's territory should not go into the water!

idiot!

There are blood-sucking worms in the water!

Just because the blood trolls are not afraid, doesn't mean you can bear it too. "

Amidst Bu Laike's scolding, Reid came back from the river with a gloomy expression on his face. He just saw the little bloody bug swimming in the water, which shocked even the brave orcs.

But there was no way to wash his body, the smell on his body made his brother Maim and the surrounding orcs pinch their noses and retreat a long way.

"Damn it! Did we come all the way here just to find death in this ghost place?"

Red shouted angrily.

Bu Laike ignored this guy's complaints at all, he looked around, saw the assassin mark left by Garona on a tree by the river, waved his hand, and said:

"Go there! Our pioneers seem to have found a suitable camp."

They followed the sign, changed direction, walked for a few minutes, and saw a village in the dark jungle. What can I say there?

The blood was soaring into the sky, full of unknowns.

It made all the orcs hesitate to go there.

But Laike strode forward, a scene he had seen a lot in the game.

The settlement in front of me, full of clan barbarism, is a typical village of blood trolls.

"Come here!"

As Bu Laike approached, Garona's voice came from the shadows, and she said in a strange and nervous tone:

"The old mage found something, he seems crazy."

(end of this chapter)