Azeroth Shadow Trail

113 Chapter 23. All the Way Westward

Outside the Zandalar islands, in the icy water, the Naglfar stopped quietly in the deep sea.

It is like a resting dark sea beast, quietly hiding in the shadow of the sea water. The bright moon in the sky shines on the sea surface, refracting the cold light, penetrating into the bottom of the sea, but it can only shine on the surface of the ship. The corner of the bow.

The soul-inviting man Hablon sat cross-legged in the moonlight refracted by the sea water.

He seemed to be meditating.

But it is actually helping the repair of the Nagfar. This ship has its own life, and the damage of the ship can be restored by the consumption of the soul.

During the two encounters with Bo Laike, the Naglfar was injured, although it was not serious, but for Hablon, the ship meant more to him than anything else.

He cannot allow his ship to be incomplete.

As for the consumed soul

More than half of that ship of orcs had been killed.

Some are living souls to be devoured by the Naglfar.

On the deck behind him, the Kvaldir mist pirates, who were noisy before, will be very quiet here. Two consecutive failures have already made Hablon extremely disappointed with them.

The guys who fell into hell and suffered are still rational. Of course, they will not jump out at this time to touch Hablon's bad luck.

Besides, these pirates were massacred by the spirit hunter Bu Laike in the demonized form in the previous battle, and now there are not many of them.

They also need rest.

"Ok?"

With his eyes closed, Hablon suddenly felt a vibration from the soul lamp in his hand.

He opened his gray eyes and glanced down. Outside the soul-inducing lamp placed in front of him, there was a broken white light returning to his own lamp like homing.

That was the divine power of death belonging to Queen Hela.

very faint.

But Hablon recognized it. After all, he gave the soul lamp that he once carried with him to Laike as a proof of his service to Hell.

The return of this ray of divine power now represents

"The Betrayer Bu Laike's Soul Lamp is broken?"

A trace of suspicion flashed in Hablon's eyes.

Every soul-inducing lamp in the underworld is precious, and it is bestowed by Queen Hela's divine power. The power of mortals can only interfere but cannot destroy it.

Only Bwonsamdi, who is also the god of death, can throw back this ray of divine power without damage while shattering the soul lamp.

In other words, Bo Laike has come into contact with Bwonsamdi, and also gave Bwonsamdi the soul of Gul'dan, the great orc warlock, sealed in his lamp.

A surge of anger rose in Hablon's heart.

That was supposed to be a treasure dedicated to Queen Hela! Got it by the vulgar troll Reaper.

However, the situation is somewhat subtle.

The soul guide feels the connection at the soul level, and he clearly feels that the hell curse cast by himself is still on Laike's soul.

Still the same as before, protected by a soul barrier.

Bwonsamdi accepted the "gift" but didn't help?

Or did it trick Bo Laike into taking the offering without giving him what he deserved?

"Hahaha"

The soul-introducer let out a deep and hoarse laugh, it was the joy from the bottom of his heart, it was the joy of seeing people's bad luck.

"As expected of you, cunning and ruthless Bwonsamdi."

Hablon stood up in the deep sea, and the moonlight shining from the sea could still only illuminate the corner where he was, but the soul-leader already had the answer in his heart.

He stretched out his hand and stroked the icy sea water flowing in front of him and around him. Feeling the slight resistance, he thought to himself:

"Bwonsamdi's return of the queen's divine power has already represented its attitude. It is unwilling to intervene in this hell rebellion, and it has not helped Bo Laike get rid of the curse.

But the gaze from Hades still fell on the Nagfar.

Therefore, what Bwonsamdi meant was that as long as it was not covered by its death power, as long as it did not interfere with the operation of his death kingdom.

No matter how I deal with the betrayer, it can be ignored?

Ah, what a weak god of death who knows the general situation. "

The soul-inducing man narrowed his eyes.

Without saying a word, he stretched out his gray left hand forward.

As his will moved, the keel warship hovering in the deep sea, the ghost ship Nagfar also moved forward slowly.

Like a waking dark sea beast, it paddled silently through the deep water and poured into the colder depths of the ocean.

Bwonsamdi had already given the answer.

Then, the pursuit of the traitor should continue.

Despite the loss of the treasure dedicated to the queen.

But Laike Shaw, who showed cunning, wisdom, great potential, and a natural ability to absorb souls during the hunt, could also become a treasure to extinguish the queen's anger.

Hablon glanced back before sinking into the colder deeper water.

These Kvaldir mist pirates under the queen's command only look powerful, and they urgently need a commander who is powerful enough, and they need a commander.

Bu Laike can still be the vanguard of Hell's war.

But be sure to put a dog leash around that guy's neck first.

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"Bwonsamdi doesn't seem to be helping you, but you don't seem sad at all. Why?"

On the way out of the Nether Palace, I found a clean pool and took a shower. Red Blackhand, with a saber on his back, followed Bu Laike. The orc asked in a low tone:

"You've lost your last hope, shouldn't you be more desperate? Why do you still have that smug smile on your face?

And is it an illusion? "

Chief Blackhand said suspiciously:

"Why does it feel like after you met Bwonsamdi once, your smile became more and more unbearable."

"I don't want to answer that question."

The human pirate waved his hand, restrained the unstoppable smile on his face, and said:

"I don't want to tell you the answer either, because your orc mind probably can't understand such a complicated thing."

"What did you say!"

Red gritted his teeth when he heard this.

His hand touched the handle of the knife behind him, and his eyes became dangerous. But his younger brother Maim, who was walking aside, reached out to stop the big brother's reckless action.

Maim Blackhand glanced at Bo Laike, and he said to Red:

"Big brother, haven't you seen it yet? The reason why he is not disappointed is because he has already got what he needs from the troll death.

His deal with Death is complete.

After coming out of the Nether Palace, he took us all the way west. Perhaps, where is the hope of saving his soul? "

"Yo, I didn't realize that the orcs still have such smart guys."

When Bu Laike heard Mame's words, he grinned, rubbed his chin, and said to Meme Blackhand:

"I underestimated you before. Perhaps compared to your big brother, your brain is more suitable to be a chief. A clan in your hands will definitely develop and grow faster than in your big brother's hands.

Red, I suggest you abdicate. "

This obvious sowing of dissension did not fall into the trap of the Mafia brothers.

Red just curled his lips, not wanting to talk to the bad guy, Bu Laike, but Maim leaned over.

The young orc with severe burn marks on his face looked around, and asked in a low voice:

"What's your plan? Can you tell me?"

"Why do you want to know?"

Bo Laike glanced at him and said:

"Our relationship is not good enough to exchange secrets?"

"Because I personally appreciate your strategy compared to my big brother."

Maim said frankly:

"Since our father's death, my big brother and I have had a terrible time in the Horde, we had to play dumb and deaf to Orgrim in order to survive, and pretended to obey him.

Those difficult days taught us a lot.

But after meeting you, I realized that the growth of my big brother and I was far from enough.

We want to carry on the legacy of our father and establish an orthodox tribe.

This life is too difficult.

I know, my big brother made a deal with you, you will give us something that proves that Gul'dan is dead, and let us take it back to Orgrim.

Guaranteed that the two of us will not be killed in the name of shameful failure by that cunning warchief.

But that's not enough! "

Maim Black touched the two one-handed combat knives hanging from his waist, and there were several black throwing axes pinned to his back waist. He said to Bu Laike:

"Your actions along the way have taught me a lot. If you are also an orc, I will ask you to be my mentor now, and teach me these dark wisdoms of long-term planning.

tell me.

what is your plan "

Bu Laike took a deep look at Maim, he didn't say a word, obviously he didn't intend to.

Meme wasn't disappointed either.

He shrugged and walked towards his big brother. A few minutes later, Garona appeared from the darkness, and the orc assassin brought back a message.

"A Zandalari troll caravan is camping ahead. They have a lot of velociraptors carrying goods. Maybe we can 'borrow' them."

"Borrow? We are decent people! You can't do bad things without telling us."

Bu Laike turned to Maim and Red and shouted:

"Hey, there is a caravan ahead, you guys go and buy some transport mounts and come back! The road ahead is very long, and you can't do it with your feet alone."

"Where's the money?"

Red turned his head and shouted impatiently:

"If you don't have money, how can you buy something?"

"Do you still need me to teach you this?"

The pirate turned back even more impatiently, and said:

"Buy it the way you orcs do!"

Reid froze for a moment, then realized.

There was a smile on the big black face, and with a wave of his left hand, dozens of orcs carried weapons and followed him forward.

"Go and keep an eye on it, as long as you have a transport mount and enough supplies, don't hurt anyone, if you mess with the Zandalari Empire's military guards here, we will be finished."

Bu Laike turned his head and gave instructions to the dog-legged warlock beside him.

Goulegzi Xieyan quickly led a few plundering orcs and joined the plundering team.

Not long after, under the hillside ahead, there was a burst of loud shouts, as well as the screams of intelligent life being attacked, and some kind of low-pitched animal roars.

Half an hour later, Maim took the reins of the two velociraptors, and brought the nearly two-meter-tall camel beast, which was decorated with a Zandalari-style saddle, and looked like a Jurassic dinosaur.

He handed Bo Laike the reins of one of the red raptors, and the pirate took it in his hand, patting the troll-style mount nostalgic.

I don't know how these trolls domesticated these dinosaurs, making them as docile as human horses.

Bu Laike turned on the horse. Uh, turned on the dragon.

Riding on a comfortable saddle, he pulled the reins, and the velociraptor with the one horn on its head howled, wagging its head and tail, leading the new rider forward a few steps.

Very bumpy.

But the speed is faster than that of horses and orc war wolves. The most wonderful thing is that this kind of mount has a high vision and can clearly see the road farther away.

"You want to know my plan?"

Bu Laike touched the scale armor on the slender neck of the velociraptor under his crotch, he turned his head and said to Maim who was following him:

"Then let me tell you a little bit, what you just said is right, I never expected Bwonsamdi to help me at all. That troll god of death is not as crazy as Hela.

But it's cunning.

It won't do things that are not good for it.

But luckily, it really likes doing deals, it's almost a quirk. "

The pirate looked to the west, he pursed his lips, and said:

"He told me about a place where its mojos remained, and those mojos could help me, not far from here. But actually, how to put it.

In fact, I have always known that place.

Through its guidance, I am more sure that there is my destination. "

"If you knew all along, why did you bother to find Bwonsamdi?"

Meme asked.

Bu Laike glanced at him, and said in a low tone:

"You are going to use other people's power to do bad things, you have to give them a chance to take the blame for you, right?

I just stopped by to say hello and get him ready.

Lest poor old Bwonsamdi be kept in the dark when I 'accidentally' start a war between Bwonsamdi and Hela, best of all, it already has my money

It's a scapegoat, it can't do it if it wants to.

I didn't give that precious 'gift' for nothing.

Old Bwonsamdi obviously underestimated my ability to make things happen. He made the same mistake as Hela, and still regarded me as a fool who had nowhere to go and could only rely on the blessings of the gods to survive.

But I'm not as weak as they think.

Bitter-tongued old Bwonsamdi, you'll soon find out how hot Gul'dan's soul is, but until then, let's keep our heads down. "

(end of this chapter)