Azeroth Shadow Trail

Chapter 134 42. I have turned this curse into strength! 【415】--Subscribe

"Okay, bastards!"

Bu Laike stood on the sea of ​​gold coins on Treasure Island. He watched the huge black shadow slowly approaching the sea in front of him, and shouted to a group of bumpkins who were stunned by the power of wealth behind him:

"Brace yourselves, if you want to get these treasures, you must first kill Zem'lan! Look, he has come!"

"woo woo woo"

As soon as the pirate's voice fell, the low and strange sound of the horn came from outside Treasure Island.

There seemed to be some kind of dark force in the sound of the horn, which awakened nearly 600 people on the island. They recovered from the shock of wealth and looked back one by one.

On the surface of the sea nearly a thousand meters away, there is a huge and decaying warship breaking the waves towards this side.

It's very big.

Surprisingly large.

The black ship breaking through the waves in front of him was even larger than Dai Lin's Wang Quan, and it was full of oppressive force just from its appearance.

But it has a weird shape, without a mast, but with nearly a hundred oars protruding from both sides of the lowest floor, relying on this primitive power to move forward.

On both sides of the huge hull, around the keel hull, there are smaller boat-shaped structures, which are used to support the stability of such a huge hull on the sea.

It has a very deep draft, and its own huge weight can be seen.

There is an entire area behind the ship, which is shaped like a troll-style building, almost like a small city, moved to the ship.

But the top deck is bare, only the large decayed siege crossbows are spread all over the sides, and a large group of troll skeletons in pirate uniforms are manipulating them.

At the forefront of the ship, there is a figurehead of a monster sculpture, with fire burning on it, like a giant beast spitting out flames.

"What kind of ship is this?"

Reid Hei held the saber in his hand, and he was full of fighting spirit. He turned his head to look at Bu Laike beside him, and said:

"Why is it flat? It has to be built so high!"

"This is a large ship unique to the Zandalari trolls. It is used to transport war beasts. It is a sea fortress in itself, so don't make such a fuss, Red."

Bu Laike stared at the monster ship in front of him, which looked like a sea monster and wrapped in black smoke. He said:

"This kind of ship does not fight in the way you usually do. To form a complete combat system, it must cooperate with a powerful pterodactyl cavalry.

The straight upper deck is for the pterodactyls to take off and land. (Ps1)

You should be thankful that Zemlan hasn't put his ship into battle for thousands of years, and the pterodactyls and their pirate riders that were supposed to be on board are dead long ago, otherwise we would have no chance of winning this battle. "

Having said that, Bu Laike shook his head and said softly:

"The concept of combat is really advanced. This kind of 'aircraft carrier' was created thousands of years ago, and now the fleet of the Golden Dynasty also has such monster ships.

It's a pity that looking at the entire Azeroth, only the Zandalari trolls, who are blessed by all spirits, are qualified to play like this. After all, only they have inexhaustible pterodactyls for training.

The air power of other races is really too bad to face them. "

"Behind! Captain! There are skeletons going to land behind!"

The warlock's evil eyes shouted, causing Laike to look back. On the other side of the Treasure Island, the undead skeletons that were active on Zemlan Harbor had crossed here from the bottom of the sea.

Looking down from the reef, there are white skeletons walking under the sea. They are waving decaying knives and guns under the command of their own undead captain, and they are surrounding Treasure Island.

The difference in quantity is too great.

If you count the skeletons carried on the big black ship that is approaching in front of you, the number of undead pirates under Zemlan's command is at least five or six times that of Braike's team of 600 people.

The orcs roared and drew their swords.

Those troll exile captives brought over as cannon fodder had no intention of fighting, and most of them were already trembling with fright at the scene before them.

They were not fighters.

"Captain! Use your evil wisdom to find a way!"

Eudora, the cowardly vulpera quartermaster, also picked up two short knives, screaming and yelling at Bo Laike, trying to make the captain show off his powers.

At this time, they were trapped on Treasure Island, surrounded by the sea on all sides. Once they were surrounded by underwater skeletons, they would have no place to run.

"Ah! Another group of stupid thieves trying to take away my treasure!"

Under this crisis, a hoarse and dry voice also echoed on the sea.

On the deck of the decaying black ship that was getting closer, a tall troll with a ruby-studded waist knife appeared in front of Bo Laike.

Surrounded by a group of troll skeletons, he may be the only "alive" member of the undead fleet.

Gray skin, skinny appearance, looks like a dry mummy, but wearing luxurious and sloppy battle clothes and a tattered cloak.

Wearing a black pirate captain's three-cornered hat, those sunken eyeballs are already showing signs of drying, but there is still fresh viciousness and madness shining in them.

The pirate king Zemlan, who survived in such a cursed state, yelled out on this gloomy sea with malicious jokes and arrogance:

"It's another group of little mice who fell into the trap! The juniors who follow the road of plunder in this sea will never learn well, but you are better than others.

Since you are so close to my treasure, I am willing to give you some preferential treatment.

That is welcome to the Undead Fleet! My new crew. "

Zemlan laughed.

But in the next moment, his laughter was suddenly interrupted like a chicken strangling his neck, and he seemed to have seen some kind of action that irritated him, making this guy dark and tyrannical.

He drew out the waist knife at his waist, waved it wildly on the deck of his black ship, and roared:

"Chop Suey! Get your dirty hands! Get off the treasure that belongs only to me!"

"No, I refuse."

Bu Laike bent down and picked up an ordinary elven gold coin from the treasure mountain at his feet, and tossed it up and down in his hand. He looked behind him, and then looked up at the sea in front of him.

A few hundred meters away, his gaze collided with that of the pirate king Zemlan, almost sparking in the air.

Amidst the angry roar of the Pirate King, Bu Laike opened his pocket calmly.

Under the watchful eyes of everyone, he threw the gold coin into his pocket, and the moment the gold coin fell into it, a cold force poured into the pirate's body from the treasure mountain under his feet.

On the character card in front of him, a horrifying negative state instantly appeared:

Eternal Damnation: You are cursed for taking treasure that is not yours.

With the emergence of this state, Bu Laike seemed to have returned to the state of the curse of the undead that he encountered when he was reborn, the difference was that this time it was more rapid.

This is derived from the power of Bwonsamdi, the troll god of death, to punish bad debts, and it has extraordinary effects on living people.

His skin quickly became shriveled, and the vision in front of him also became dim.

With each breath, the urge to breathe fades away after a few seconds.

His appearance was changing rapidly, and soon he became almost exactly the same as Zemlan, in a form between life and death.

The vitality on the character card slipped and was eventually locked to a precarious level, but with Bo Laike switching back to the title of "Deputy Leader of the Gold Tooth Gang".

The lives of 600 people were shared and added, making his blood bar that bottomed out ten times in rapid succession.

"Well"

Bo Laike in the undead state moved his shoulders, opened his dry lips, put his hands on his hips in that horrible form, and shouted to Zemlan in the distance:

"It's fun to scare people with Bwonsamdi's power, isn't it, Pirate King. But you seem to have forgotten that the source of this cursed power does not belong to you.

You're just pretending it's your power, you're pretending you have the upper hand, but Bwonsamdi might have something to say about that, play up your horror.

offal!

You can scare them, but you can't scare me!

Old Buang Sandy asked me to tell you something, the debt has been delayed for seven thousand years, and it cannot be delayed any longer. "

Bu Laike raised his left hand and gestured backwards. The warlock Xieyan, who reacted the fastest, lowered his head and grabbed a handful of gold coins in his hand. He glanced at the terrifying look of the captain at this time, and hesitated for a while.

Then he gritted his teeth, closed his eyes, and threw the gold coin into his pocket.

In the next moment, the warlock's appearance also changed rapidly, and within a few seconds, he became the same undead state as Bu Laike, which was a novel and terrifying experience.

But Xieyan moved his body, snatched Maim's saber next to him, and stabbed himself in the stomach. The sharp blade went straight into his waist, but no blood flowed out.

Not even pain.

Xieyan blinked his rotten eyes, then laughed loudly, raised his hand and began to sway evil energy, throwing out the soul stone that had been prepared, and summoning the demons to come to help.

The others looked at Xieyan and stabbed himself, but did not die.

They were also aware of the captain's strategy, so they grabbed the treasure on the ground and threw it into their pockets, letting the curse infect their bodies.

Those troll exiles and cannon fodder, as long as they are still sane, also realize that in the current situation of being surrounded, this kind of crazy behavior of actively contracting the curse is their only chance of survival.

They all shouted and crazily pulled the sea of ​​gold coins under them.

At the same time, the troll skeletons of the undead fleet rushed to Treasure Island from under the sea in all directions, and the orcs, who were also in the state of undead, also roared and fought with those skeletons.

They didn't defend at all, allowing the swords of those skeletons to cut into their bodies.

The power brought by the sharing of life enveloped every warrior under Laike's command.

Each person's injuries will be spread equally among six hundred people, no matter how deadly the attack is, under such a terrifying balance, it will only become a small scratch.

This is not scientific at all.

But it's magic!

In the chaotic battle, the fox-human Udora, who was not good at fighting, was surrounded by three skeletons and pierced through the heart by two swords. She howled and fell into the sea of ​​gold coins.

But her soul had just left her body, and was pulled back into her body by the curse of death.

The weak quartermaster blinked blankly, sat up straight, and touched the wound on his body. On the withered body of the undead, the fatal wound had already glued together.

Her body would rot, it would stink, and it would eventually turn into a pathetic posture like these troll skeletons, like a cage, trapping her soul.

Keep her out of touch with all the good things in the world of the living.

She can only wander between this pale and monotonous life and death for the rest of her life.

Let her become a ghost wandering outside the world with nowhere to go!

Let her repent of all the sins she has committed in endless time.

It looks like eternal life, but it is the most terrible torture in the world. It is the wrath of death, used to punish those bad guys who made deals with him but deliberately broke them.

Eudora probably has not realized the seriousness of the problem.

However, due to the current situation, this terrible curse can help her and her captain win the battle.

so.

Let's turn this angry curse into new strength.

The little fox got up in an instant, and without using a knife, he swung his claws and rushed towards the troll skeleton in front of him, tearing with his claws, biting with his fangs, in a full-bodied gesture of a little beast.

She violently tore off the head of a troll skeleton and threw it into the sea not far away. This action made several troll skeletons stare at her.

The skeletons opened their mouths and roared silently at her.

"Aw!"

The little fox man also grabbed a one-handed knife inlaid with jewels on the ground, and yelled at several skeletons like when the little fox was irritated.

Pooh!

Everyone is now a dead person who will never die!

Who is afraid of whom!

Come!

Fight a great battle!

Ps1: If you really can't imagine what this ship looks like, you can log in to the game and go to the Giant Beast Island in Pandaria, where there is such a troll warship.

There are many big dinosaurs installed on it, and there seems to be a rare one that is difficult to deal with.

It can be regarded as the World of Warcraft version of the aircraft carrier, but in 8.0, it is a pity that this kind of troll warship did not appear, which is really regrettable.

(end of this chapter)