Azeroth Shadow Trail

Chapter 12 11. The Spirit Hunting Pirate Cloth Laike

The abyss of Hell, that is not a good place.

But it does fit the traditional notion of "hell," and brings it to life, where sinners' souls suffer eternity in horrific torment.

It is a pity, however, that the souls of good men suffer in the same way.

It's even more regrettable.

In this magical place of Azeroth, there is also a "heaven" opposite to "hell".

The problem is that only the bravest warriors among mortals are eligible to enter the Hall of Valor built by Odin himself after death.

It only accepts pure fighters!

No matter how powerful the souls of other professions are, they are not qualified to enter there.

So in general.

Azeroth is not a place suitable for the dead to play. There are too many gods and ghosts here. In this world, death is just the beginning of another journey.

This is not an emotional description.

On the reef coast, in the wet, uncomfortable, and very cold mist, the three-meter-tall soul-invoker Hablon was putting his dead-white left hand on Bu Laike's forehead.

The power belonging to Hell was constantly injected into Laike's body by the hand of the soul-inducing man, gradually eliminating the curse of the Eye of Reiss.

At the same time, in Hablon's words, give Bu Laike a "blessing".

However, the entry for the character Cary does not say so.

"Death divine power is being injected"

At the top of the translucent character card, there is a line of text that appears suddenly, like a reminder in a running game, and the entries are also changing rapidly:

Character Card: Derek Proudmoore (B Laike Shaw)

Info: Kul Tiran Human, 19 years old

Status: Mortal body. Death divine infusion. Curse of Hell is being generated

"Well, I'm such a genius."

Bu Laike endured waves of magical power like a cold sea tide, and complained in his heart:

"The way I remove a curse is to replace it with another more powerful curse. This Hela's power is really evil. Blessing a person can be regarded as a curse.

She was indeed a crazy woman who could not be regarded with common sense. "

The next moment, the fog in front of his eyes suddenly changed, as if some kind of phantom was reflected in the vision.

He saw a group of savage vrykul over three meters tall, wearing rough leather armor and holding savage knives and warships, yelling and stepping on the dragon-headed boat.

They set out from under a magnificent and ancient castle, sailed along the river into the frozen sea, and attacked all creatures they encountered on the sea.

Simple and honest walrus people, naga, murlocs.

After the looting, bloodbathed the enemy, set fire to the ships, rushed to the coastline, and plundered the coastal villages.

They were slaughtering and roaring in the snowstorm.

On the wild glaciers and snowfields, they fought with mammoths more than seven meters tall, just like ancient humans hunted mammoths, and cruelly slaughtered the villages of wolverines, and robbed kobolds of candles and treasures.

Even dragons.

Those young dragons flying across the sky will also be shot down by the half-titans with harpoon cannons, besieged by the brave Vrykul on the ground, and finally die in a pool of blood screaming.

And those underground nerubians as weird as spiders.

Their mysterious and rich underground kingdom also did not escape the greedy sweep of this group of vrykul. One piece of ancient holy relics were snatched away, and many nerubian spellcasters fell under the unparalleled assault of vrykul.

In the end, these warmongers took all the looted treasures and drove into the river along the way they came. Amidst the cheers of countless women and children, they returned like the most glorious warriors.

They distributed the plundered treasures equally to everyone in the tribe, and then dedicated the best and most gorgeous ones to the elders of the tribe, and burned the luxury goods on a specific day.

Sacrifice to Odin, god of war and protector.

Sacrifice to Death and Hela the Receiver.

them

It's a pirate.

For the first batch of pirates in the entire Azeroth world, plundering was their life, and plundering was their strength, which was the power flowing in the blood of the ancient Vrykul.

This savage power has also been passed on to the current human blood as time goes by and the race degenerates.

Now, it is activated by the power of Hell.

"You come from Kul Tiras, the ocean kingdom of mankind, you were born in the waves of the sea, and you also obtained blessings and strength in the waves.

I will show it to you.

accept it.

Spirit hunter Drake Proudmoore, this is your future life.

Ride across the sea and plunder for a living! "

In Hablon's deep and muddy voice, his character card changed again, and the ranks of the 15th-level navigator and the 13th-level thief were merged together.

There is a new class that makes Laike's eyes twitch, and the entire character card panel has a new look:

Character Card: Derek Proudmoore (B Laike Shaw)

Info: Kul Tiran Human, 19 years old

Status: Mortal Body. Curse of Hell (remaining time 239 hours and 55 minutes)

Class: Level 14 Pirate/Empty/Empty

Legendary Class: None

Mythical Class: None

Title: Prince of Kul Tiras, Spirit Hunter

Equipment: Magicweave Bag, Tidal Charm, Werther's Third Leg, Monkey's Murloc Dagger, Monkey's Murloc Knife, Jungle Bracers

Talents: Old Sea Dog, Shadow Affinity (Intermediate), Shadow Walking, Looting for a Living, Drunkard, Proudmoore Bloodline (Seal of Hate)

Skill:

Kul Tiran Military Swordsmanship (Proficient)

Pirate Combat (Elementary)

Deadly Throw (proficient)

Fist of the Tides (Mastery)

Stealth (Adept)

Navigation (Proficient)

Stealing (Beginner)

Grapple hook (primary)

"this"

Bu Laike shouldn't say anything for a while.

Although he played the "Madman" thief in the game based on pirates, he really didn't expect that in this real world, pirates could actually become a profession.

And although the name is ugly and there are negative traits like "drunkard", the panel of this pirate class is really quite good.

All of a sudden, he was given several active skills and three passive talents. Even the Shadow Affinity was infused with the power of Hell and upgraded to the intermediate level.

Could this be the legendary "hidden profession"?

It's a pity that his question is destined not to be answered, and the soul-invoker Hablon is too busy to explain the power branches of these shadows to this little brother who just joined them.

After completing the removal of the curse and throwing an unknown Hell curse on Bu Laike, he disappeared into the thick fog with the tainted Eye of Phra Reiss.

Bu Laike, holding a soul lamp in his hand, looked towards the sea, and the soul-plundering, cool and evil keel battleship Naglfar had also dived into the abyss and disappeared.

The remaining fog was quickly dispelled by sea breeze and sunshine.

The reef coast was restored to its original tranquility, and as the sun shone on Bu Laike, the long-lost warmth made Bu Laike take a deep breath at this moment.

He felt the joy of breathing again.

Feeling the fresh senses of being a living person again, and smelling those wonderful smells, those... vomit

"It's disgusting!"

The return of the sense of smell does not seem to be a good thing either.

The next moment Laike was retched by the stench from his body, well, he has been walking in the mud and deep sea for a while, so he has no time to do personal hygiene.

But this stench is unexpectedly suitable for the profession of pirates.

Pirates, after all, are just that, scruffy.

"Take a bath first, then go to the wetlands. Uh, why go to the wetlands?"

While taking off his clothes, Bu Laike suddenly had a wonderful idea in his mind. He glanced at the soul-inducing lamp shining ominously at his feet, and then glanced at the sky.

"It's impossible for a young dragon to be stronger than Hela, right? Even a bronze dragon is the same. If you can find a way to kill it, you can use the soul lamp to arrest the soul of that meddling young dragon. .

Even dragons have souls.

Then sell it to Hela, exchange it for something better, and solve a problem easily. "

The newly recruited pirates, with their skinny bodies like ribs naked, took the little murlocs and plunged into the sea in the slapping tide, and began to do personal hygiene work carefully.

After the curse of the undead was removed, he finally had time to look at his own face on the water.

The result was disappointing.

The curse of the undead solidifies his flesh and blood into a state of emaciated corpse, which will be removed, and the body will need time to recover, which will make it impossible to see the handsome face that Prince Drake should have.

He is Dai Lin's son.

His younger sister, Jaina, will become a famous beauty in Azeroth ten years later, even the blue dragon can't resist the beauty of the daughter of the sea.

It stands to reason that Prince Drake can't be ugly.

It's a pity that the burns from the dragon fire destroyed the handsomeness of this face. The face reflected on the water now can scare a child to cry.

Ok.

Bu Laike was about to cry himself.

The good news is that his bald head may still grow hair. The bad news is that although the wound has begun to scab, if he wants to recover from this wound, he probably needs the help of a powerful priest.

After all, it is burning with dragon fire, and it is almost impossible to heal by itself.

However, the future is bright!

"Ah, so comfortable, this sea breeze, this sunshine, this water"

Laike was lying on the beach, stretching his body, allowing himself to be sterilized by the sun. The blood bar on the character card was stuck at 70% and could not be recovered, and it began to rise naturally.

The weakness of the curse was removed, and the new pirate felt the return of strength immediately.

He now feels like he could kill a cow with one punch

Well, this must be an illusion.

After all, the rank of warrior is gone, and strength is no longer his strong point. What he should pursue in the future is agility, drawing swords in the dark, and stabbing with a single blow.

In a more literary way.

Killing a person in ten steps will never stop a thousand miles away.

or.

Since then, he has escaped into the shadows and walked on a lonely road. The darkness is his war horse, and the blood is his cloak. Wherever he goes, only death and the silly little murloc accompany him.

"I like the feeling of being alive."

Bo Laike put his hands on his chest, he could feel his heartbeat, and it made him feel relieved.

"Let's go!"

After ten minutes of relaxation, the newly recruited pirate put on his clean clothes again, and resumed his damn mix-and-match style.

He looked up and down at his terrible appearance, and waved to the little murloc behind him who was still playing in the water.

Say;

"It's not far from the dwarves' Danga Locke fortress, let's go there and kill a few orcs to prove our abilities to Hela, and we'll find the dwarves to change into a decent set of clothes by the way.

Ok?

What are you holding in your hand? "

Bu Laike glanced back, and saw the little murloc croaking, running over with a large clam found underwater, and handing it to the new pirate as if it were a treasure.

And the spirit hunter of Hell squatted down, using a dagger to pin open the big clam.

A golden light floated in front of his eyes.

Inside the clam shell, there is a round pearl as beautiful as gold, which is really top grade at first glance.

"Cool! Golden Pearl, good stuff."

Bu Laike whistled, took the golden pearl, threw it into the magic bag, took out a large piece of dried meat, stuffed it into the little murloc's arms, and hugged the croaking little murloc in his arms.

"At such a young age, I know how to hunt for treasures by myself to subsidize my family."

Mr. Pirate stroked the smooth little head of Benbo Erba, and said:

"I really didn't hurt you in vain."

"For the sake of our good mood, let's speed up and kill a few orcs to celebrate! Ten days, fifty warrior souls.

It is indeed a task sent by the god of death, it is a bit difficult.

First raise the pirate class to level 15, and it should give me a skill. I'm really looking forward to it. Everything has changed for the better. Who said dead people are bad people?

The colleagues in Hell are obviously very kind. "

(end of this chapter)