Azeroth Shadow Trail

Chapter 1464 97. Your enchantment is very powerful, but it has retired from the environment

"puff"

The icy blade stabbed out from the chest of the heroic Arathi Highland Knight, and the rolling cold storm covered the struggling man in an instant.

As bits of frost fell, the heat of the dying living body was quickly extracted.

It's just that in the blink of an eye, there is no more painful whimpering, replaced by a dead warrior who was transformed from a human into an undead at the moment of life and death.

His face and armor were covered with gray-black frost, but this did not affect him who had turned into a ruthless knight, turned around and slashed the battle ax in his hand towards his astonished companion.

Just a few seconds later, a team of twelve elite Arathi Highland knights were wiped out, which also meant that the Scourge of the Undead had another team of ruthless knights who could fight on the battlefield.

Everyone who watched this scene on the beach of Rogue Harbor was full of despair.

The war knife in the hands of the old Marshal Barry Weswin was already stained with the cold and foul blood of the necromancer. He hacked to death three monsters that tried to sneak up on him from the ground.

For an old man who is almost sixty years old, this combat power is really good.

But unfortunately, the marshal's bravery could not save the fate of this advance team.

They couldn't even escape.

In the harbor at the rear, several fourth-class warships of the Alliance carrying the marines landed on the island continued to fire at the coast full of undead. It seemed that they had a great advantage in firepower, but this was just a boring counterattack in despair.

Broken hulls and deck fragments were still suspended on the surface of the sea next to several firing ships, and many sailors were desperately swimming towards the coast in the sea.

Just now, the crypt lord Anub'arak shattered their fourth-class warship in an underground raid from under the shallow sea. Facing the demigod monster strengthened by death, ordinary warships let alone attack. It's hard to dodge and protect yourself.

Everything went downhill within minutes of the Marines landing on the island.

The old Marshal Barry finally knew why the North Sea pirates left so carelessly, so carelessly lost their base camp to the Alliance Navy.

Not that they are crazy.

It's that those bastards are sure that even if the number of ships in the alliance fleet is doubled, they can't even think about capturing Rogue Harbor, even if there is only one "defender" left on the island after the pirates "strategic turn".

"God."

In the fierce fight between the undead and the living, amid the alternating echoes of silence and battle roars, Old Barry raised his left foot and trampled on the ground, knocking the Nerubians out of the ground at both ends into a stun, and swung his commanding knife again. The powerful and heavy whirlwind cut down the two monsters.

Across the battlefield of life and death, Lordaeron's admiral saw the tall figure holding the black magic sword, wrapped in the cold storm like a moving eye of the storm, walking towards him.

His steps were so familiar that the old marshal was deeply moved for a moment.

In the years after the orc war entered a stalemate and counterattack stage, he and the Lordaeron fleet he commanded had been fighting under the command and command of this man.

Countless alliance soldiers threw their heads and blood for the will of the man in front of him. It was the man in front of him who brought the almost devastated human beings back from the abyss of failure, and drove the brutal greenskins back to their sad world all the way.

The titles of hero, warrior, and great man are not enough to fully describe the achievements of the man in front of him. On the day he encountered disaster, the entire human civilization was crying for him.

But now, Marshal Barry Weswin had to face the cruel reality in front of him.

The man who gave everything to protect them has been shaped in the dark into a god of death that cannot be ignored. He turned this dock and port into a real hell with one sword.

And from the gaze of the cold eyes under the flying cold storm, the old marshal felt a kind of ominousness from the bottom of his heart.

Anduin Lothar.

This Lich King is here for him today.

A terrible smile appeared on Old Navy's face, tsk tsk, this really makes people feel "honoured".

"do not go!"

Seeing that the old marshal reached out and took off the marshal's ribbon on his body, unbuttoned the first button on his neck, picked up his pipe and prepared to jump out of the "temporary trench" created by magic, the old marshal who had known Marshal Weswin for more than ten years The mage Mo Della grabbed his wrist, and the archmage lady screamed:

"You are not his opponent, don't be impulsive! Just insist here, I have sent a message to the fleet for help, and they will be there soon"

"Run here to die?"

The old Marshal Barry shook his head. He glanced at Lothar, tore off his marshal's ribbon and stepped on the ground, then turned back and said to the archmage:

"I've heard what happened in North County. So many legends and demigods gathered together failed to prevent Marshal Lothar from falling into darkness. Now we alone can't do this.

The battlefield of naval battles has never been a stage for individual heroism, and fleets have never been born to fight against a strong man.

Don't let them come over!

Don't let my hand-picked great lads die for nothing.

Don't you understand? Jasmine Della.

He wants me! "

Lordaeron's admiral glanced at the port in front of him and the deserted pirate island with a disappointed look. He whispered regretfully:

"Lothar needed an admiral to serve him, so here I am, I'm in the right place at the right time, and it's all like a fate-shaped nudge.

It didn't dawn on me until we stepped into this trap.

I once wanted to challenge Bu Laike Shaw on this ocean. I didn't want that arrogant young man to make waves in this ocean that was guarded by us. I once wanted to teach him a lesson with practical actions.

But it turns out that it wasn't Boo Laike who was arrogant.

Arrogant is me.

This was the response of the Pirate Seer to my provocation, Mo Della, who took a moment to arrange my fate as well as Lothar's.

I have come here, the moment of fate has come, and I cannot escape.

But you can! "

The old marshal took a deep breath from his pipe, the acrid smoke made him cough violently, and he coughed up tears in embarrassment, which were quickly wiped away.

He reached out and pushed his battered three-cornered hat, and took a last look at the archmage and the officers and captains who were watching him.

He said:

"Go back, I will open a way back for you. Send the news of my death back to Lordaeron. No, send it back to Kul Tiras and tell Dailin for me.

I want to vent my anger on my old brother.

But unfortunately, his son is too powerful.

My old bastard is no match for him.

go. "

After finishing speaking, old Barry Weswin jumped out of the trench with his command saber in hand, and several young non-commissioned officers rushed out with blood rushing up, howling and following the respected marshal.

But the moment they jumped out of the trench, Archmage Mo Della raised her hand and threw several arcane cages to trap them in place.

"Lothar!"

On the battlefield where the living and the dead were entangled, Old Barry ran, waving the command knife in his hand, stirring up his anger, he roared:

"Look at me, Lothar! It's me you want, and it's me that Bu Laike Shaw promised you! Let them go, and you'll reap a whole soul willing to fight for you."

"boom"

The Admiral's sword and Frostmourne's blade collided.

Amidst sparks splashing in all directions, a cold wind beat on Marshal Weswin's body, and the heavy pressure instantly crushed him to the ground, making him half-kneel in front of the Lich King in an embarrassed kneeling posture.

The expressionless Lothar looked at him with a cold look.

The Lich King whispered:

"I don't need your loyalty, Barry Weswin, I just need you to participate in this eternal cause. Whether you are willing or not, I will gain an outstanding naval commander today."

"Let them go! Lothar."

The old marshal, whose body was mostly frozen, gritted his teeth and said:

"For the sake of the past, my God, they were all your soldiers! They were all your children! Look at the desperation in their eyes, they see you as a hero.

Let these children go, Lothar.

It is enough for me to stay.

One is enough for me! "

"puff"

What responded to Old Barry was a cold sharp sword passing through his chest.

When Frostmourne pierced the old marshal's heart, Lothar's voice also rang in his ears:

"My admiral, you don't need my consent for your prayers. These survivors have no special value in my eyes. Whether they survive depends entirely on your kindness.

I have prepared sailors, commanders and ships for you.

I said I was going to visit the kings.

I don't want to procrastinate any longer.

Now

Let's set sail. "

——

"boom"

In the waters near the Quel'Thalas Peninsula, near Sunstrider Isle, a small magic yacht belonging to a nobleman in Silvermoon City was slowly sailing along the coastline of Eversong Forest.

The boat was full of elegant and noble Quel'dorei nobles, that is, those "typical elves" who lived a good and leisurely life since childhood.

From the way they toasted and drank on the deck of the yacht, it seemed like a small party for a small group.

However, just when these guys had seen enough of the scenery and were about to dock for some hunting activities, a sudden loud noise interrupted the thinking ability of all the elves.

It was like a huge bomb suddenly exploded in the sea area in front of this poor little yacht. Tens of millions of tons of sea water were pushed by the sudden burst of force and splashed in all directions, like a sudden storm swept across the sea.

The small yacht was helplessly sent up into the air by the waves in the raging wind and waves, and fell back into the undulating sea water at a high speed in the next second, scaring a group of sissy elves to scream while clutching the ship's side and mast.

Then, they saw with their own eyes a huge fleet appearing "out of thin air" in the sea before their eyes.

This fleet is not as neat as the warships of the Lordaeron Navy, nor is it as austere as the Kul Tiras Navy, nor is it as gorgeous and extravagant as the magic warships of the Quel'Dorei Navy.

All the ships in this fleet look dilapidated.

Most of the sails hanging on those masts were patched with ugly patches, and some had several layers. There were also messy flags hanging on those masts, but each flag was related to elements such as skulls and scimitars.

Most importantly, the decks of these ships, large and small, are filled with scum from almost every race on every continent in Azeroth.

From timid kobolds to cowardly swarms of murlocs, from savage pot-bellied wild boars to brutal centaur marauders.

From the frost troll who never bows down to the Zandalari troll who straightens up and screams, from the green-skinned orc with only one eye left to the tauren brutal soldier holding a huge skull battle ax in both hands.

There are also those dirty and messy vrykul pirate pioneers and harpoon-grabbing tuskarrs, restless wolverines and even the sinister and rare lizardman witch doctor.

In short, in this world, any scum of any race, whether you have seen it or not, can definitely be found in this "composite" fleet that looks like a walking garbage dump.

"My God! It's a pirate!"

The elf nobles on the poor magic little yacht were all scared to death.

They knew that their fleet set off for the North Sea a few months ago to cooperate with the alliance fleet to attack the pirates in the North Sea, but they never thought that the war that only happened in legends and in the distance would one day appear in such a vivid form before their eyes.

Pirates are coming!

The sun well is on the top, how did they sneak close to this land?

Is the sacred Renault Bandir enchantment invalid?

"No! There's something under the water! My God! It's a sea monster! We're going up! My God!"

A female elf aristocrat whose whole body was wet by seawater trembled and pointed to the seawater in front of the yacht that was turning wildly, and the crowd who wanted to use all their strength to turn around screamed.

They felt that something was rising under the sea, like a monster under the sea floating up, and it was right under their little yacht.

Amidst the hoarse carnival screams of a group of watching pirates, and the terrified screams of a few unlucky elf nobles, the black Naglfar was like a beast awakened from the deep sea, with a domineering and Elegant posture quickly rises from the swirling sea water.

A large amount of seawater flowed out along the spouts decorated with faucets around the ghost ship, making the black ship's posture even more ferocious.

On the deck full of ghost sailors, Bo Laike, smoking a pipe and leaning on the Sargeras scepter, squinted his eyes at the elven magic yacht that happened to be placed in the center of the ghost ship deck.

He put on his full pirate king suit, and specially put on a black eye patch for his left eye to make himself look cool and retro.

The stinky pirate tilted his head, looking at the yacht surrounded by ghost pirates, the elven nobles who had been frightened and hugged together and shivering, he grinned and blew out a smoke ring.

Go forward and use the most standard high elf Salas language, and say to several elves:

"Oh, don't be afraid, friends, as you can see, I just brought my useless subordinates to meet the great Sun King, and thank him for his 'importance' and 'help' to me during this time in Beihai.

Lo and behold, we have found a way to cross your magical barriers of the Guardians of the Realms, and my minions are ready for a big grab.

But now there are a few little problems.

For example, my subordinates are rude and rubbish.

They are idiots who don’t know any big characters, and they have no way to find the right way to the great treasure in the foreign land of the elf land.”

Bu Laike hooked his fingers towards the side, and immediately His Highness Little Xingxing dressed as a knowledgeable masked female pirate presented a curved pirate scimitar with both hands.

The smelly pirate threw the knife at the feet of several elf nobles.

He picked his chin, and said in a drawn-out voice with the sharp tone of a great villain:

"That's right, you bitches, no offense intended, but my shameless subordinates need a guide right now."

"Well, because of the recent employment pressure, we can only provide one guide position and one reward, and there are five of you.

Tut tut, that's a pity, isn't it? "

(end of this chapter)