Azeroth Shadow Trail

Chapter 1510 143. Just call yourself Death?

On the high seas from Quel'Thalas to the seas of Lordaeron, the warships that survived the bombing launched by Braike Shaw are mooring in a very dense formation on the sea.

It stands to reason that any well-trained fleet would not bring its ships so close during sailing, which is very dangerous and not conducive to fast sailing.

But the problem is that this already miserable remnant will suffer another unexpected "war" with great misfortune.

Perhaps it would be more appropriate to call it a sneak attack.

The Hell Fleet, which was overthrown by Nagfar Jr. with the breath of Rukhmar, suddenly appeared again, and they seemed to have sensed a chance to save the defeat.

On the undulating sea all around, those dilapidated ghost ships wrapped in cold and cold swelled out the marine pollution of the closed sea area, blocking all the routes of the remaining fleets to advance and retreat.

This traditional tactic from Hell soon caused real trouble for Lordaeron's battered fleet.

Those viscous and deadly fogs have the effect of luring the lost. In this damn gray fog, even the best navigators can't tell the direction, let alone pinpoint the position of those ghost ships in the fog.

They could only be beaten passively, startled by the sudden appearance of dead ships from time to time, the only luck was that the Aegis of Aggramar held by Jaina Jr., the interim commander of the fleet, was still in effect.

Although it is far less powerful than the power of order bursting out from Dai Lin's hands, in the defensive state, the aegis presided over by the little mage can still ensure that the exhausted remaining fleet will not be destroyed again by the ghost ship's sneak attack.

But this is not a long-term solution.

On the deck of one of the remnants of the fleet, little Jaina leaned on the Ebonchill Staff, her other hand resting on a Titan relic floating in front of her.

Under her control, the sacred object, which is split in shape and gathered by energy resonance, swells out orderly energy to envelop the fleet, but the breath of death from hell keeps eroding the blue barrier, and there is beating energy from time to time The sparks pulled and jumped outside the energy shield, and made a piercing and gloomy sound.

Little Jaina's face was a little pale.

Not only does she have to keep the aegis unfolded, but she also has to bear the malice from the bottom of the sea.

She could vaguely hear a woman's vicious curse, that vague voice was cursing her blood, cursing her and her big brother to sink into the sea forever.

That's Hella.

A fallen demigod fashioned by death, and also a loser.

Jaina is not afraid of her. The little mage is full of courage and will never bow to such evil forces, but the problem is that she is still shouldering the mission of protecting the fleet at this time.

"This sacred shield is too strong for mental oppression. Those ghosts are still using the vicious power of hell to attack me. I can hold on for another twenty minutes at most."

Little Jaina gasped and said to a group of Alliance captains surrounding her to protect her:

"I know you are very tired, but you must be ready to fight now. Mother Jin Jian has gone to ask for help, but I don't know when the support will arrive.

Is there blessed holy water on board? "

"have!"

A female captain with a badge of faith in the Holy Light grasped the command knife, glanced at the thicker and thicker thick and cold fog around her, and she immediately responded:

"Because I heard that pirates would use black magic curses, so I brought a lot of them on board before I set off. But I doubt, is the holy water really useful?"

The female captain asked with some hesitation:

"I secretly watched the process of priests making holy water. They just whispered prayers to the water drawn from the well, and there was no process of infusing magic."

"Uh, the release of this belief ritual is very complicated, and it's hard for me to explain to you how the holy water works."

The little mage was a little confused by this question, but she still tried her best to explain to the captain and commander who were very capable but not very knowledgeable:

"But as long as the priest you found can really sense the holy light, then the holy water blessed by him will definitely have an effect. Let the water go down. If the ghosts attack later, soak the weapons and shells in the holy water. This gives them an additional evil-smiting effect.

If the holy water is not enough, use fire!

My big brother, well, someone has tried it before, and even using flames can temporarily drive back the undead in Hell. "

"fire?"

Another captain whose head was injured and wrapped in gauze blinked. He rubbed his chin and looked meaningfully at the naval guns on the deck. He said:

"Is it also possible to use red-hot grape bombs?"

"Well, it is possible in theory. In fact, it seems that high-temperature scattering lead bullets can also be used."

Jaina seemed to think of something strange, she whispered:

"Speaking of which, I have also seen some very 'strange' papers at Narsalas College, where the mages were seriously discussing the feasibility of 'physical exorcism'.

If the situation is not urgent this time, it seems to be a good time to verify the magic theory. "

"Okay, don't talk about obscure magic anymore."

The great knight Cyrus who was guarding the little princess shook his head, and said to the captains beside him:

"Follow the instructions of Her Royal Highness, everyone, I know that the naval battle that just ended has a great impact on your morale, but only if you survive can you have the possibility of revenge.

The Admiral asks Her Royal Highness to bring you back to the motherland, this is our duty, but you also have your own duty to your people and country!

We've got to do our best to get out of this damn place, we can't be beaten by a bunch of bloody dead, they're the bastards of Bo Laike!

You know what that means! "

A few words from Cyrus aroused the anger and shame in the hearts of these captains. They straightened their waists hard one by one, saluted Jaina, and then quickly returned to their respective ships in the traffic boat.

As the horns for battle sounded one after another, the remaining Lordaeron fleet, which had been demoralized just now, adjusted at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Although the mental state of the soldiers was far worse than before, at least they did not choose to lie down and die at this time.

Probably because they had already lost to the pirates, and in order to ensure their dignity in the end, they were unwilling to lose to a group of lowly undead who came to pick up the leak.

Besides, if you lose to the pirates, you can save your life.

But being defeated by the undead, there is no need to say what will happen.

"The discipline of the Lordaeron navy is absolutely top-notch. Given enough time, they can even catch up with our soldiers. But unfortunately, the successive blows have made them full of doubts about themselves."

The great knight Cyrus stood beside little Jaina, and said in a veteran's regretful tone:

"If they can't get rid of this shadow of failure in a short period of time, they are likely to never recover from it."

"What if it's our fleet?"

Little Jaina raised her head and looked at Cyrus, she asked seriously:

"If father commanded the Kul Tiras fleet, would the outcome of this battle be any different?"

Cyrus was questioned.

The loyal great knight hesitated, and whispered:

"We can wipe out all the pirates on the sea before that steel spaceship appears, but it won't help, we lack the means to fight against that terrifying spaceship.

Even if the fleet of Kul Tiras in its heyday is here, we will still suffer the same fate as the Lordaeron fleet. Our air cavalry will be wiped out quickly. Once Braike takes control of the air, it will be the end of our fleet arrival.

Although I don't want to admit it, today's naval battles will indeed be like what Laike claimed. From now on, traditional tactics can no longer adapt to the new war mode in this sea.

The sky will become as important as the sea.

even more so. "

"Is that so?"

Jaina pursed her lips, and she whispered with some disappointment:

"So, father did lose to big brother, right? Big brother's victory this time is not worth anything, and it cannot be said to be cheating or cleverness.

He defeated his father in an upright manner, ending the era that belonged to Dai Lin. "

"Yes, but also no."

Cyrus shook his head, leaning on his halberd, and said to the little princess:

"Braike just declared a new era with this victory, but it was like a whole morning between the dawn and the midday sun.

Not all factions can create as terrifying flying fortresses as Bu Laike, and not everyone can copy Bu Laike's tactics.

This mode of seizing air supremacy is not available to everyone.

From my point of view, at least in the next ten years of vicissitudes, our Kul Tiras is still the world's first-class navy.

Moreover, our foundation is there. His Majesty has already formulated an army-building idea of ​​aircraft carrier tactics for them during the reconstruction of the first and second fleets. We will take the initiative to accept and become familiar with this war thought faster than other countries and forces.

Little princess, you don't have to worry about the country's decline.

With the wisdom and courage you have shown, Kul Tiras is destined to remain strong in your hands. "

"But I don't want to be queen."

Jaina complained:

"I'd rather advance my life on the path of magic than be bound by that throne, and I'd rather be called Jaina than Daughter of the Sea, I'm...

Ok?

Did you feel it? Great Knight Cyrus. "

The little mage suddenly stopped talking, and she looked into the depths of the dense fog in front of her in surprise. It seemed that something strange happened in the strange ship shadows that kept appearing in the shadowy death fog.

She listened attentively, and after a few seconds, she turned her head to look at Cyrus, whose expression changed drastically, and she said:

"Someone is singing, the sound is so strange!"

"It's the battle song of the Kul Tiras navy. To be precise, it's the battle song of the previous era. We don't use this somewhat vulgar military song anymore."

The well-informed knight immediately explained to the little princess:

"Only some old sailors from the fleet occasionally sing these songs to remember the past, but how can there be old sailors from Kul Tiras here?

It's too far away from our country.

And why does this voice sound so familiar? "

"It's Marshal Barry!"

Also hearing the singing, the wounded captain who rushed out of the cabin with the help of several sailors shouted excitedly:

"I will never forget that when I was drafted into the army by the old marshal, I heard him sing this song drunk. He even wanted to promote this song in the Lordaeron fleet, but Terry King Nas felt that this song was too obscene after inspecting the fleet

I knew the rumors were all lies!

The old marshal is not dead!

A hero like him will not die quietly, he has come to save us!

When we need help, when we are in a desperate situation, the old hero who built the fleet with one hand is back! "

The captain's roar made the sailors on the entire deck cheer. As the vulgar military song sounded in the fog became clearer, the cheers continued to escape from Jaina's battleship until finally, every member of the remaining fleet All the ships began to cheer the name of the old marshal.

Just as the Kul Tirans worship Daelin, for the Lordaeron Navy, Barry Weswin is the perfect embodiment of their naval spirit.

But as the hollow song got closer, the worry in the eyes of Jaina Jr. and Grand Knight Cyrus grew deeper.

Both of these two had participated in the battle in North County, and they were very familiar with this special "hollow sound effect".

An ominous feeling rose in their hearts.

But the most direct reaction to this song was not the surviving fleet besieged by the undead, but those Hela undead souls who were showing their fangs in the mist and were about to swallow the fleet in one go.

The sailors on these ghost ships from all ages showed unexpected agitation. They were roughly resurrected by Hela. They should have been walking corpses, zombies who would only passively obey the captain's orders, but at this moment there seemed to be something deeper. The power of the forcibly awakened their suppressed thoughts.

The generous gift from another death force made these sailors who could not rest in peace begin to resist the cruel oppression from Hell. As the old Marshal Barry's song approached his ears, an unexpected "rebellion" Happened soon in the fog of death.

The officers and men of the Lordaeron navy watched the fog dissipate with dumbstruck eyes. They saw groups of ragged skeletons and undead chasing their captains violently.

What's more, those violent undead will catch their captain and throw them into the sea, as if they want to drown them alive once.

No one knew the origin of this strange rebellion, but soon layers of feeble ice floes covered the sea as a sinister wind blew across the sea.

The deeper and deeper singing accompanied by a majestic battleship that was all black, covered with bursts of cold air, and even the mast and sails were frozen by death frost, echoed more clearly in this hellish sea.

At first, only the old Marshal Barry Weswain standing on the bow of the death warship sang, and then the living undead also hummed chords with terrifying voices.

Clusters of faint blue soul flames lit up on the deck of the gloomy battleship, causing the Lordaeron navy who were still cheering just now to get stuck in unison.

Like a cock being strangled, the entire remaining fleet became silent.

They guessed right.

It was indeed the old Marshal Barry who saved them from the siege of Hela's undead.

But they also guessed wrong.

The old marshal was indeed dead.

Now he is a death creature born here with a more terrifying and profound posture.

The old marshal at the bow looked down at the crippled fleet with indifferent eyes. He saw the low morale of the soldiers and the fear in their eyes. He also saw the tragic state of the fleet after successive attacks.

But none of this moved him in the slightest.

On the poop of the Deathship, a tall man in black armor sat on a throne made entirely of ice.

The ship seemed to be his mobile king's chariot.

In his hand, he held a icy magic blade that was radiating with cold air and shining dominance runes. Any undead who approached his dominance halo-like coercion would quickly get rid of Hela's control, and they would be extremely loyal to him. His allegiance.

In just an instant, those ghost ships who were still navigating the fog of death trying to eat the remaining fleet to express their loyalty to Hela turned to the side of the Lich King who appeared silently.

But there were still a few ghost ships that saw the situation was not good and escaped by diving ahead of time, including the commander of this Hell Fleet, the bloodsail pirate leader Farrewell who was extremely good at escaping, and his Devil Shark.

Hela's angry and unwilling roar came from the bottom of the sea.

She seemed ready to make a big wave to bury Lothar and his damn majesty.

But the Lich King paid no heed to the howling of the defeated dog.

He wasn't even the slightest bit moved by it.

Just raising his hand slightly, the sea tide just rolled up by Hela was quickly frozen into a heavy ice floe, instantly shaping a small half of the sea area into an iceberg and snowfield.

He holds the authority endowed by the death force, and the more death there is in this world, the stronger he will be.

On the road of death, he is already comparable to Hela, and most importantly, compared to Hela's numerous defeats, Anduin Lothar is known for his continuous victories.

Why be afraid?

Is a mere Hella worthy of fear of natural disasters?

"With the Lich King's mercy go, Lordaeron navy."

Old Marshal Barry Weswain pushed his navy tricorn hat covered with Death Frost, and he held the handle of the skeleton command knife at his waist, saying in a hollow voice:

"Look at how embarrassed you are like an old dog with a broken spine, you have been frightened by failure, you are not good enough to be servants of the Lich King.

Let's go back.

Go back to the human world and convey His Majesty Lothar's voice to your king.

soon

My lord and I, and our fleet, will visit him.

Get him ready! "

(end of this chapter)