Azeroth Shadow Trail

Chapter 166 74. Zemlan's Big Baby

Facts have proved that there is absolutely no good end to handing over the battleship to a group of landlubbers.

In the early hours of the morning two days later, as the three ships rounded the edge of the Vol'dun Desert and returned to the port of Zemland, Bo Laike was deeply aware of this terrible truth.

The three ships did not have any embarrassing incidents of being grounded along the way, but many unlucky ones were thrown into the sea under the slightest wind and waves.

Fortunately, the Naglfar caught them under the sea.

But as punishment, Bo Laike stripped them of their stupid, worthless lives, turning them into ghosts, bound to labor on the Naglfar.

There were also some idiots who damaged the sails and some parts because of their hasty operation mistakes, which angered the black hand brothers and hung those bastards who made mistakes on the mast.

This made the remaining troll exiles more concerned.

In the second half of the voyage, there was no trouble at all.

"They are coming! Prophet."

In the dilapidated port of Zemlan, full of ominous and gloomy atmosphere, a snakeman hunter quickly rushed into the half-collapsed ruins and reported to the snakeman prophet Warwick who was praying there.

"There are three ships coming towards the port. But we didn't see that weird ghost ship."

"It sails under the sea."

The snake man prophet shook his head, uttered a snake message, and said to his people:

"It is impossible to look directly at that evil thing with mortal eyes, go, and get your people ready to board the ship.

The unbelievers have detected that we have left the temple. The reason why they have not launched an attack now is entirely because of their fear of the cursed land of Port Zemlan.

They won't give us much time once they know that the curse on Zemran Harbor is gone. "

The hunter hesitated.

It looked around with snake eyes, lowered its voice, and said to the prophet:

"Prophet, people in the clan are talking about it. Many people think that we are desecrating the gods by abandoning the temple. And we also handed over the sacred objects to a group of pirates. This is really true"

"Never mind!"

The old prophet closed his eyes and said in a hoarse voice:

"It is for the safety of the sacred objects that we have to stay away from our hometown. The tribe will eventually understand the meaning of this sacrifice, and now is not the time to explain it.

Go and gather them. Soldiers who really don't want to leave leave enough supplies and weapons for them to stay in their hometown and continue fighting.

Tell them again, don't go back to the temple, don't throw yourself into a trap.

If there is really nowhere to go, then go to the Temple of Akunda, the kind and powerful lizard Loa has accepted the fox people, and it will accept our people. "

"Yes, Prophet."

The snake hunters ran out quickly. In the early morning night, the snake people moved very fast. After receiving the order from the prophet, they immediately started to act.

The weak clansmen who had just been rescued were supported or carried on sandworm mounts, walked out of their hiding places, and gathered towards the harbor pier.

There are also elite templars, using a huge stretcher, carrying their relic keystones shining with blue arcs, and led by the old prophet, to the gathering place.

Soon, the three warships reluctantly sailed into the piers on both sides in a crooked posture. After anchoring, a huge wooden plank was placed between the ships and the piers.

The snake people boarded the boat one after another, and the prophet Warwick waited in the deepest part of the abandoned dock with the relic keystone.

A few minutes later, as the sea water was silently separated, amidst the rolling and stripping of the waves, a strange and dark ghost ship rose from the water.

With a splash of water, it appeared in front of the snake-man prophet like a giant beast probing.

"crash"

On the rotten, gloomy side of the ship, a gray-white plank was pushed by a few troll ghosts and set on the pier, making a low crashing sound.

The old prophet leaned on the snake stick, vomited the snake letter, and was the first to step up the stairs.

The moment it stepped on one of them, it felt that the ship in front of it seemed to be scrutinizing it coldly, but it seemed to be an illusion, and the feeling of being watched disappeared in the next moment.

"Your holy objects are placed in the lower cabin, and there is a special place for it."

The ghost dragon Sefiel wearing a sailor's three-cornered hat floats on the side of the ship with her arms folded. On this dark battleship, she can appear as a ghostly entity and can move freely.

This was a privilege given to her by Bo Laike, after all she had been appointed first mate of the ghost ship.

And the ship spirit of the Nagfar did not resist the appointment, probably because of the "good food" a few days ago, so the favorability increased a little.

"I haven't seen you before."

The Old Snake Man Prophet watched the keystone of the relic, which was shining with lightning arcs, was escorted by the Templars, and sent into the dark cabin. It looked back at Sefiel.

Miss Ghost Dragon will appear in her aloof elf form. The Old Snake Man Prophet has lived in the Great Desert of Voldun all his life, and has never seen the high elves.

Its eyes quickly fell on the sharp ears on both sides of Seifel's hair, and he said in different tones:

"Are you, some kind of troll too?"

"Ha, you must never say this in front of real elves, no matter if they are night elves or high elves. Be careful that they beat you."

Sefiel curled his lips and said to Warwick:

"I'm the first mate of the Nagfar, Bu Laike's companion. You go to the cabin to rest first, the captain is out to do some private business, and I'll be back in a while.

You are snakes, you should be able to adapt to the cold environment, right? "

"Well, we snake people do like to move around at night, it makes us feel comfortable. But this ship, it's different."

Warwick shook his head, looking at the Naglfar with a kind of awe, and said:

"Its coldness goes straight to the soul, and no living person should stay here for too long. I will take my people to the ship that belongs to us.

They need me. "

"Well, it's up to you."

Sefiel waved his hand and said to the old prophet:

"But you'd better learn to steer the boat as soon as possible. The next step is to travel across half the world. Although it's not the monsoon season, this journey is definitely not as comfortable as you think."

——

The night before dawn is the darkest.

Laike was alone in a small boat, holding a paddle, and rowing towards Treasure Island, but he was not lonely, because there were little murlocs "leading" in the water beside him.

It swims freely in the water, spitting out water from time to time.

And at the front of the boat, there was a noisy guy screaming. Daglop, the demon imp who belonged to Bu Laike, was once again summoned to the material world.

It's in a very good mood.

Probably because the former owner who violated the contract was taught a lesson last time, so that high-ranking eredar demon who knew no good or evil died once in Azeroth.

"Sharazane is weak now! Boss."

The demon imp, who couldn't sit still for a moment, sat in front of Laike's boat in a very arrogant posture, with its slender tail flicking around, and a malevolent light shining in its eyes dotted with fel energy.

It swung its claws and used a ball of fel energy to hit the little murloc in the water, but the latter easily dodged it.

In the playfulness again, he said flatteringly to Bo Laike:

"Its soul was sent back to the Twisting Nether, not daring to show its face again, and that terrible undead half-titan destroyed its soul integrity with the power of death.

It is now like a dog, hiding in its lair in Niscala, afraid to come out.

Boss, I have a very evil idea!