Azeroth Shadow Trail

Chapter 135 43. Do you believe me when I say I didn't do it on purpose? 【515】

"swish"

The legendary blade Sanksu danced in a circular arc in Bu Laike's hands, and the magic-destroying blade easily chopped down a dozen or so troll skeletons that surged up around it.

These guys looked scary, but they were actually very weak.

They were implicated by their own captain and cursed into the current immortal posture, but their bodies have become extremely decayed over time, and they are only kept intact by the curse.

The whole body of flesh and blood has been weathered, without muscles, how much strength can be exerted by rotting bones? How could it possibly be a match for these newly cursed violent guys under Bo Laike's command?

Reid in the undead state swung his saber and drove Wushuang among the swarming troll skeletons. Wherever this undead orc went, no skeleton could stop him from slashing with his knife.

And it's not just him.

All the orcs in this frantic battle in the sea of ​​gold coins are completely in a stance of mowing grass and fighting.

The damage sharing of life sharing makes them completely unnecessary to consider the issue of injury. Within a few minutes of such a battle, even the most cowardly troll exiles cannon fodder also plucked up their courage.

They snatched weapons from those troll skeletons, yelled indiscriminate roars, and slashed wildly with these long-lost undead, but every skeleton that was chopped to the ground would immediately begin to heal itself under the power of the curse.

Both sides are immortal.

This battle is actually meaningless at all, because it is impossible to tell the winner.

Unless, end the bearer of this cursed power.

That is, Zemlan, the Zandalari pirate king who made a deal with Bwonsamdi but reneged.

Bu Laike leaned on the knife, squatted down, picked up a gold coin, and stuffed it into the mouth of the little murloc under his feet. Soon, Benboerba also turned into the state of an undead murloc.

The irritable little guy immediately howled and waved the "Murloc Version of Demon Strike", and also joined the attack on the undead fleet.

He picked up a gorgeous little crown from the side, handed it to Meri Dongfeng beside him, and said to the old mage:

"As long as this transaction is not completed, even death will not take away your soul. Come, enjoy the curse of the god of death to your heart's content, master, and turn this anger from Bwonsamdi into your new power! "

The old mage blinked, looked at Bu Laike, held out his hand and said politely:

"No, there's no need. I've been dead for three thousand years, boy, I don't need this thing. I don't want to get involved with an alien death god.

I don't want Bwonsamdi to come here in the dark with conspiracy and make an unknown and dangerous deal with me, after all, I'm not you.

In my mind, there are no secrets that can counter the gods. "

"It's not a god."

Bu Laike shrugged and said:

"Bwwonsamdi is only a loa, a demigod at best in real terms, but I understand the caution of spellcasters. So, master, let's fight.

Elderly priority, please first! "

The undead pirate laughed and made a "please" gesture, while Meili Dongfeng leaned on a pine stick and took a few steps forward in the posture of a non-threatening old man.

Perhaps because he realized that his secret had been discovered, and saw the ferocious posture of these invaders crushing the skeletons of the undead fleet, the decayed and dilapidated black flagship of the Pirate King of Zandalari stopped on the sea. .

He no longer moves forward.

In front of the flagship deck, the weird device shaped like the head of a giant beast was turned by the undead skeletons, and there was a blazing flame burning at the bow of the ship.

That should be some kind of long-range attack weapon of the trolls, perhaps similar to the artillery of human battleships?

"boom"

Amidst the low vibration, a mass of burning flaming crossbow arrows roared towards Treasure Island. It was thicker than a person's open arms, and the flames burning on it were even more intense than ordinary fire. fierce.

Once this thing hits it, there is nowhere to hide in such a small place as Treasure Island.

"Hahaha"

Zemlan's rotten, sullen laughter echoed across the sea, smug and mad that he didn't need to go hand-to-hand with the invaders.

This siege crossbow blessed by the wind god Pa'ku will set off a strong wind once it hits the ground, coupled with the burning of elemental flames, it will burn these invaders to ashes.

Yes, Bwonsamdi has cast a curse on him that will trap anyone who touches his treasure forever in a decaying body.

But he has been soaked in this curse for thousands of years.

No one understood the weakness of the curse better than he.

The intruder who was burned to ashes might still be able to be reborn under the power of the curse, but it would take longer, and this amount of time was enough for him to do a lot of things.

For example, turn these militant guys into members of the undead fleet, turn them into mindless golden servants who can only obey their own orders, and guard the treasure for themselves forever.

After millennia of curses, those treasures were Zem'lan's last ties to the world, and without them he would be worse than death.

Although he is now, it is difficult to say that he is alive.

"Master, do you still have to wait for the finale to turn the tide?"

Bu Laike looked at the siege bolts that were shot by the strong wind and flames. He glanced at Meri Dongfeng next to him. The old mage raised his pine stick and said slowly:

"When people get old, they always move slower."

"crash"

Violet arcane light erupted from the top of the demilich's pine stick in an instant, and was quickly injected into a mana model that was constructed in an instant under the familiar control of the old mage.

There was also huge magic power gushing out from the invisible magic net that spread all over the world. In the blink of an eye, the temperature of the entire Treasure Island instantly dropped by more than ten degrees.

Cloth Laike, who was covered in ice slag all over his body, looked up, and saw a huge ice storm, which was accurately smashed into the air by the old mage, and collided with the arrows.

In less than a moment, the elemental flames on the crossbow were extinguished,

Wrapped in heavy ice again, like a huge ice skate, it crossed the sky crookedly, and finally plunged into the sea water.

Splash in choppy waves.

But it's not over yet.

The old mage's one-step spellcasting ended without stopping, and he entered the second-stage spellcasting, and the purple streamer in front of his eyes shone again.

Ordinary people can only see light, but Bo Laike is a magician after all.

He can see more.

In the light, there is a purple magic thread like a ball of rolled wool, which operates with the demilich's terrifying spellcasting ability, like a magic trick, and the thick magic thread quickly becomes a very simple mana model .

Then repeat the action just now, a huge magic power is summoned from the magic net, filling every part of the model.

Finally, with Meili Dongfeng's casual movement, the simple mana model was slightly modified, and then, as he raised his hand forward, the magic was released.

"wow"

The white frost visible to the naked eye, centered on the old mage, was released in front of his eyes, just like the divine power of the creator to create things out of thin air.

In the flickering white light, the sea surface from Treasure Island to the flagship of the black ship was completely frozen in less than two seconds.

A path of ice hundreds of meters long was created abruptly, the sky changed, and the last piece of ice hit the side of Zemlan's black ship, like ice climbing upwards wall.

The old mage was very considerate and made steps for Bu Laike and Garona who were going to fight in melee.

"What kind of magic is this?"

When the pirate rushed up the icy path across the sea, he turned his head and asked, Merry Dongfeng still maintained that old and non-threatening posture, and said:

"Haven't you seen it before? This is the most common ice cone technique, any magic apprentice can learn it."

"what?"

The pirate's forward movement stopped, and he pointed to the icy road that had frozen the sea in front of him, and said to the old mage:

"You tell me this is the ice cone technique? Whose ice cone technique is so exaggerated? The ice cone technique of other mages is mostly used to make shaved ice.

Oh, I get it.

What the master meant was that as long as the ability to cast spells is reached, the top-level spells only need the simplest manipulation method, right? "

"I didn't mean that, you low-level spellcasters always like to think wildly."

The demilich sighed and said:

"I'm just okay, that's what I mean. You're a spellcaster too, have you learned?"

"Well, it's useless to study."

Bu Laike nodded, turned around and threw out the hook lock, and got stuck in the ice. The moment he jumped up, there were flying black shadows forming a battle suit, covering him and entering a stealth state.

Garona's speed was even faster, and she would have already climbed onto the black ship.

This can be heard from Zemlan's terrified screams, the legendary assassin has begun to assassinate

Well, once again, you can trust Garona's execution ability under any circumstances.

"swish"

The figure of Bu Laike appeared from the deck of the towering black ship more than ten seconds later, and the place was already in chaos.

Zemlan, wielding his ornate pirate knives, fought a throbbing shadow, and around him and Garona lay the chopped-up troll skeletons.

Obviously a legendary assassin, just now he used some exaggerated strength to clear the field.

There are also a steady stream of undead pirates rushing out from all over the cabin.

Each of these guys moved stiffly, they could only rush and beat, and it seemed that they had been knocked out of their minds by Zemlan, and they could only obey his orders mindlessly.

In the past, these golden servants who looked at death as home were very useful and could effectively protect the cursed pirate king, but now, facing the assassination of the legendary assassin, these golden servants were not enough.

Fast forward in the shadows, while Bo Laike was approaching Zemlan, he threw the hunter's mark and detection spells:

"The Forgotten Pirate King" Zemlan

Status: Legendary body [decaying, debilitating]. Bwonsamdi's wrathful curse. Bone Dice of Fate. Notorious. Shadow of Black Sails. The Endless Thirst of the Pirate King

Class: level 60 pirate/level 60 witch doctor

Mythical class: Loa [failure to promote]

"!!!"

The information fed back by the investigation made Bu Laike stop for a moment when he raised the legendary blade Sankesu.

what did he see

Mythical class!

In front of this crazy pirate king Zemlan, who has been completely rotten under the curse of nearly seven thousand years, actually has a mythical rank on him!

He doesn't have a legendary rank.

In other words, there was a little "deviation" in Laike's previous understanding of job ranks.

It is not necessary to have a legendary rank before one can seek a mythical rank.

There is no affiliation between these two!

"swish"

At this moment, a new door seemed to be pushed open in Laike's heart, and a new world that he had never thought of before appeared in front of his eyes.

"boom"

Bu Laike appeared behind Zemlan who was struggling to resist Garona's double-blade assault in the shadow step, kicked the Pirate King's left leg with a kick, clasped Sankesu with both hands, and sent a shadow attack forward.

Weapon master talent, proficiency +1

Hunter's mark. Marked for death, proficiency +1

Battle at sea, all talent effects of Proudmoore's bloodline +1, calculated separately.

In the end, the proficiency of this sneak attack is +4.

Combat skill proficiency starts from mastery.

Master, grandmaster, legend. Demigod!

"hide!"

When the knife was shot, Bu Laike's face changed slightly, and he shouted forward.

Garona, who was attacking Zemlan head-on, reacted faster, and didn't need Laike's reminder. The legendary assassin jumped back and disappeared into the shadows.

"boom"

The shadow attack was like the shadow turned into substance, wrapped around the pirate's body.

Tangled again in the blade of Sancthul, the roaring shadow bombarded the legendary body of the Pirate King's decay and curse as Bu Laike slashed.

The moment of contact, Zemlan's body was completely submerged, and the violent and arrogant force that was completely out of control since the shot was transmitted to the flagship of the black ship under his feet.

Under the stunned gaze of the old mage on the edge of Treasure Island.

It was like a floating black line of shadows, flashing away on the deck of the black ship.

Immediately afterwards, the rotten warship that had existed for seven thousand years fell to both sides in a dilapidated posture that was broken into two pieces on the left and right in the burst and bite of the substantive shadow behemoth.

It's like a glacier falling into the sea.

Let the waves roar, it seems that even they were frightened by this knife.

(end of this chapter)