Azeroth Shadow Trail

Chapter 155 63. Meet the Tattered King--add more for all brothers [45]

"Kill! Kill! Don't let one go!"

As the Naglfar floated up silently from the sheltered sea behind the coast in the early morning hours when it was easiest for people to relax their vigilance, a group of berserk orcs who had replaced their new weapons moved with lightning speed. Charge over.

The berserk warriors headed by Red Blackhand, carrying the sophisticated heavy weapons provided by the pious snake people, easily tore apart the first wave of defense lines of the snake people around the pier within a few minutes.

Amid Red's manic and bloodthirsty roar, his orcs brandished desert crescent halberds with lightning arcs and shards of sapphire.

Every blow can easily kill snake people who are not as tall and powerful as them.

This black-toothed grinning orc is now the most elite marine team in Bu Laike's hands. With the blessing of not fearing death, they can release their inner roar wantonly.

It is the perfect trailblazer.

The Zandalari troll exiles who shouted and rushed around were the cannon fodder for disrupting the front line.

Under the leadership of several former Sandfury bandits who were now promoted to the battle captain by Laike, they carried out harassment operations by virtue of their numerical superiority.

Simply put, set fires everywhere.

Their fighting power is far less than that of orcs.

Moreover, the quality of the nearly four hundred people varies from good to bad, at least one third, even with the blessing of cursed gold coins, are "pure bastards" who can only wave their flags and shout.

It's okay to fight against the wind, but if you really encounter some difficult bones, it may be difficult to make a difference.

"It still doesn't work."

On the chaotic, burning gravel pier, cloth Laike, wearing a Pirate King suit and blindfold, released the old Bonebiter Eagle from his shoulder.

Let it replace your own eyes to guard the surroundings farther away from the pier.

Then he threw a torch to the nearby snake-man tent.

While the flames were burning, he pulled the snake-man war bow in his hand very familiarly, and casually hit a hunter's mark on the snake-man priest who was preparing a lightning spell tens of meters away.

With the death mark effect and the blessing of Proudmoore's bloodline talent, the sniper arrow with proficiency +2 hit the master's power, and the sapphire bone arrow pierced the air with a bang, easily piercing the snake priest's lightning shield.

While blasting its head into pieces, the bone arrow continued unabated, piercing through the body of an unlucky snake man next to it, flying up with its slender body, and was stared at the stone pillar next to it. superior.

"Cool!"

Bu Laike, who completed a double kill, made a "refueling" action for himself, so he stopped sneaking at all.

Under the protection of Goulegzi Xieyan and three violent orcs, carrying a bag of snake-man jeweled bone arrows and holding a war bow, he walked to the depths of the pier while shooting a sniper arrow every few seconds.

In addition to clearing out those snake man commanders and priests who are very threatening, by the way, brush up the proficiency of sniper skills.

After so many battles, Bu Laike has deeply understood a truth.

It is a good thing to have many skills, and they can be combined to form very wonderful killer moves.

But too many but not refined, is a very, very bad thing.

The skills he currently has are completely sufficient. What he needs to do now is not to learn more skills, but to spend more time to improve the proficiency of these skills.

It is not required to reach the master level for every skill, but at least the proficient level.

In this way, the minimum accuracy can be controlled. If you can practice all the combat skills you currently have to the master level, then Bu Laike's combat power can at least double.

"Captain! Look there! That snake leader is going to run!"

The evil-eyed warlock guarding the captain sneered and threw a brimstone fire, forcing the two snake-man assassins who were trying to hide in the shadows to sneak out of the shadows and ignited them.

Amidst the burning screams of the snake-man assassin, the warlock looked up.

A hundred meters away, a leader wearing a gorgeous robe and a circle larger than the other snakemen was escorted by several personal guards, sneaking up on a strange trilobite-like sandworm mount.

He immediately shouted to the captain who was immersed in the hunt.

"Run? Where are you going?"

Bu Laike was already on target.

Hearing the hint from Xieyan, the war bow drawn in his hand immediately turned around, adding the hunter's mark, the jeweled bone arrow resting on the bowstring was charging, and its surface was also covered with a layer of shadow like black smoke. force.

The master of shadow talent activates.

Charge for five seconds.

Plus death mark and blood blessing.

The moment the sniper arrow was released, its power surged beyond the legend, and as Bu Laike's fingers relaxed, the moment the arrow flew out, it disappeared into the shadows.

Like a sneaking assassin galloping forward, the sniper arrows that had been taken away from the flight path flew out of the shadows again when only ten meters were left to approach the leader of the snake man who was a hundred meters away.

The black smoke peeled off, and as it spun at a high speed, it pierced through the eyes of the desperate snake leader with lightning speed.

The arrowhead made of sapphire and the shaft of the bone burst open, blasting most of its body into blood and flesh.

"click"

The exquisitely carved snake bow in the pirate's hand also broke at this moment, and Bu Laike looked helpless.

After adding the combat talent, the destructive power is enough.

The problem is, such a weapon of excellent quality cannot bear it at all.

"The captain's archery is unparalleled in all the world! The rangers of Quel'Thalas, and the hunters of the Mo Kenasa clan, are not worthy to carry your shoes."

The orc warlock immediately praised it very disgustingly, but Bu Laike shook his head, he knew his own family affairs, and his shooting skills may already be very powerful in the eyes of humans and orcs.

But he had fought with real elf rangers, and in the eyes of those proud long ears, Bo Laike's arrow was powerless and lacked skill.

It just relied on strength to crush and hit a fatal blow, without any technical content.

It is not an exaggeration to say that you are just getting started.

"Not so far."

Bu Laike did not drop the broken war bow in his hand, he looked around.

The orcs are really good at raiding and plundering. In less than ten minutes, the unbelievers and snakemen of the entire gravel dock have been defeated head-on.

The number of the remaining snakemen was still higher than that of the orcs, but without their commander, they were unable to form an effective counterattack, and could only be chased and hacked by the orcs who killed them.

The moonlight shone on the bloody pier. Whenever the orcs passed through the moonlight, their flesh and blood seemed to fade away and turned into bloody skeletons that could move.

But out of the moonlight, it will return to normal.

This box of cursed gold coins that Bo Laike made with Bwonsamdi's Death Mojo is really something.

After wearing it to the pirates under his command, the undead pirates are almost invincible in close combat between the two sides when the difference in strength is not large.

But when encountering a magic attack, the effect is not satisfactory.

no way.

There is nothing so perfect in the world.

But the undead power attached to it is very powerful, which still makes the equipment quality of this box of gold coin accessories made by Bu Laike reach the epic level.

The devout snake people who were the guides had already led the cannon fodder trolls and started to rescue those compatriots who were hung by ropes at high altitudes, most of them were extremely weak and dying.

"I'm going back to the Eastern Continent soon, and I need to collect the supplies on the way. There is nothing on the Nagfar, so you take someone there to check it."

The pirate said to the nodding orc warlock beside him:

"Put all the things that can be taken away on the pier onto the boat, and burn the ones that can't be taken away. And the souls of those unbelievers, snakemen, captured with soul stones, brought them back to the boat, and fed them to me" Baby' eat.

Come yourself! "

"Yes, Captain!"

The evil eye warlock immediately accepted the order, took his storm guards, and went to the other side.

Bo Laike wandered around the gravel pier by himself, looking for something.

A few minutes later, he heard a whistling sound. He glanced around and found Garona, who was wearing a hood, waving to him there.

The legendary assassin has been found!

The pirate's eyes lit up, and he stepped forward quickly, throwing a throwing knife made of shadows on the way, stabbing to death the two unbelievers snakemen struggling to get up from the flames, and storing their souls into the soul stones in their hands.

"It's in there! It's really well hidden."

Garona pointed to the interior of the heavily weathered building next to her, and took Laike into it. As soon as she entered the semi-open-air room, a strange smell hit her face.

But not that disgusting smell.

Bu Laike looked ahead, and there was a weird pile of garbage there.

Its appearance is no different from ordinary garbage dumps.

It is full of all kinds of messy things, tattered clothes, half-eaten fruits, some tattered furs, broken bricks, broken weapons, damaged armor and so on.

There are all kinds of strange things.

The reason why it is said to be strange is because this garbage dump has already piled up so big, it is really unreasonable to only emit such a little smell.

Judging from the size of this garbage dump, under normal circumstances, it should be 20 to 30 meters away, and you can smell the disgusting smell of garbage fermentation.

"That's it."

After Bu Laike checked again and again, he turned his head and nodded to Garona.

He and the Legendary Assassin took out a large bag of things from their respective magic bags at the same time, which contained all the messy things they found when packing up the cabin of the Nagfar.

There are dead hair left by the half-titan undead, dilapidated vrykul drinking corners, some decayed hand axes, knives, and wine bottles lost in the cargo hold of the Nagfar for unknown hundreds of years. Kind of shredded clothes, furs, etc.

They smell weird and don't have any magical aura, just pretty standard, meaningless gray items.

In layman's terms, they are all standard garbage.

Bu Laike also gave Garona a warning, saying:

"Check again, you can't mix any gold coins and the like, these expensive things as tribute will only anger that loa."

"Checked several times."

Garona replied with a weird expression. She really couldn't imagine what kind of loa with bad taste would treat these garbage as a tribute to treasures?

But she trusts Bo Laike's judgment.

Along the way, the pirates have not had any problems with their judgment.

"Follow me, read after me."

Bu Laike stepped forward, first put the broken war bow in his hand on the big garbage pile in front of him, and then took out the garbage in his pocket one by one.

While putting it up with respect, he recited in troll language:

"Gani, Ghani, God of Garbage! Where is your treasure chest?"

"Rich people, poor ghosts, don't care. Your gains are very meaningful."

"Your heart, you can see through it at a glance. Your secrets are constantly blocked. Discard them like shoes, and they will be of great use. Jokes are heard, jokes are impermanent. If you feel great, you will surely be defeated.

As you fall down, no one will help you. Only Ghani, regardless of position.

My status is low, you can't see it.

Ghani, Ghani, others are contemptuous, but I yearn for it! "

After finishing the weird slang song-like chanting, Bu Laike cleared his throat again, stood up straight, slightly bent over the garbage pile in front of him, and said loudly:

"Protector of the Scavengers, God of Trash, God of Forsaken, God of Secrets, King of Thieves, Lord of Slaves, Keeper of Secrets, God of Scavengers.

Old Garney!

We have paid tribute at the Scavenger's Holy Land, and we request your presence. "

Garona also yelled.

Soon, the call was answered.

Amidst a burst of weird calls like a child's laughter, misty smoke rose all around, and in the blink of an eye, a strange beast loa gathered on the big garbage pile in front of him.

There is also the slightly uncomfortable greeting that always feels a little sarcasm and ridicule:

"Hi there, rich people full of glitter.

What wind brought you to this holy land of scavengers that does not belong to you? You have also carefully prepared a nearly perfect gift for old Garni.

What kind of return do you want to get from Old Garni? "

(end of this chapter)