Azeroth Shadow Trail

Chapter 2 1. Resurrected from the Dead and Resurrected from the Dead

"plop"

The tactile sensation and collision of falling into the icy sea water made Bu Laike. Xiao open his eyes at this moment.

Immediately there was a cry of pain.

It was as if his whole body had been thrown into a fire to be roasted. The burning pain from everywhere made his whole body twitch, and he tried hard to stabilize his body in the water.

It's a pity that the excruciating body and limbs didn't listen to him.

"Could it be that the case exploded? Although it's an old computer, it's just a copy, isn't it?"

Chaotic thoughts kept popping up in Laike's head.

In the next moment, all these cranky thoughts were put to an end.

Because in the shadows, separated by the surging sea water, he saw what was happening on the sea surface.

Burning flames are flowing.

Those weird fires were not extinguished by the sea water, but continued to burn while attached to the water, burning everything that could be burned.

In the surrounding muddy water, there are broken ship fragments everywhere, fallen corpses everywhere, and some sailors in armor struggling to survive in the water.

But they couldn't make any sound and could only wait to die in suffocation.

In the raised sight of Bu Laike, the undulating sea surface is higher in the sky, and there are two black figures with a length of nearly 70 meters spewing flames and passing by.

The entire sea trembled under the ravages of this giant beast.

"This is a dragon?"

The moment Bu Laike opened his mouth, sea water poured in, making him close his mouth immediately, and the burning pain from all over his body made him a little unable to concentrate.

He twisted his rusty neck in a daze, looked around, and looked at his hands and body in his hands, clothes and so on, all were burned by the dragon fire.

Severe skin burns.

It even made Bo Laike feel "melted".

"This is not my body!"

He was startled when he saw longer fingers than he remembered.

In the next moment, more chaotic memories rushed into his mind, like opening a flood gate, making him tremble for a few moments while covering his bare head in the water.

The Third Fleet of Kul Tiras. Khaz Modan sea battle orc tribe crossing the sea Azeroth's dark gate opened the second orc war in the sixth year.

"Do not!"

Bo Laike howled inwardly.

This was not the unfolding he wanted to see.

But now, it's not the time to wait for death. In the convulsive pain of the burn, he can feel that his vitality is rapidly draining.

It's like a balloon that has burst, and it can't be stopped.

He was getting weak rapidly.

If he doesn't think of a way quickly, his fantasy journey will end in at most five minutes.

He doesn't think so.

I will still have the luck to return to another world I am familiar with after another death.

Bu Laike slapped his face in the confusion to calm himself down, and wanted to rise above the water, but the moment he touched his forehead, a group of translucent information appeared in front of his eyes strangely:

Character Card: Derek Proudmoore (B Laike Shaw)

Info: Kul Tiran Human, 19 years old

Status: Mortal. Seriously Injured. Weak. Dying

Class: 10th-level fighter / 16th-level navigator / 5th-level stalker

Legendary Class: None

Mythical Class: None

Title: Prince of Kul Tiras

Equipment: None

Talent: Son of the Sea, Battlefield Warrior, Proudmoore Bloodline (Seal of Hate)

Skill:

Kul Tiran Military Swordsmanship (Adept)

Deadly Throw (beginner)

Fist of the Tides (Mastery)

Navigation (Proficient)

"This character card."

After seeing this information, Bu Laike's brain almost shut down for a moment.

He doesn't know what's going on?

Are you an NPC now?

And this neatly listed information and these familiar descriptions, isn't this the character setting of the running group game that he and a group of bad friends often play?

So, am I in a running group story?

Or came to the real Azeroth?

But the next moment, he saw only one-fifth of the character card left, and the red bar was still decreasing, which brought him back to reality.

Don't worry about these for now.

If he couldn't find a way to save himself, he would either be burned to death by the remaining red dragon fire, or be suffocated to death in the sea water.

Under the crisis of life and death, Bu Laike's mind was running wildly.

The memories engraved in my mind were quickly revealed.

When the game started, it had been 24 years since the Portal of Darkness. The Third Fleet was massacred by the Red Dragon controlled by the Dragonmaw Clan. It was just a story that existed in the game background and mission chain.

Laike didn't know much about the details of this naval battle, but as a quest master, he almost immediately recalled a quest chain related to the sunken Third Fleet.

In the Khaz Modan Sea.

Right in the wetlands!

Eighteen years later, Fitzmoss, an old sailor who survived the battle by stealing, will turn to every greedy adventurer who passes by Menethil Harbor for help.

That bastard drunk will blackmail adventurers into a glass of expensive ale before giving them the quest.

Boo Laike was bitter about the glass of ale he gave out.

That is a gold coin after all.

"But thanks to that gold coin, let me know that it's here."

The next moment, Laike made up his mind.

Trying to turn his body in the water, he swam towards the wreckage of the battleship "Intrepid" that was falling into the deep sea not far away.

It hurts every time I move my limbs.

But he had to suffer.

If I can't get that thing, I will die today!

A steady stream of memories that belonged to Prince Drake Proudmoore emerged from his mind, which also confirmed Laike's conjecture.

The third fleet of Kul Tiras is not here today to stop the big orc fleet crossing the sea.

They're just unlucky.

In fact, before they set off, they had no idea that the orcs would cross the sea at this time. The original mission of these two warships and five troop carriers was to transport recruits to the Wildhammer Highlands, where they would open up a battlefield behind the enemy.

At the same time, to Arathi Highlands, Stromgard's capital, Stromgarde, transported a Holy Light Relic polluted by orc warlocks.

That thing is called the Eye of Phra Reiss.

It was made by the Church of the Holy Light decades ago. It was originally a holy object for the blessing of believers, but when the Stormwind Kingdom was breached by the orcs two years ago, that object also fell into the hands of the tribe.

Headed by Gul'dan, the warlocks who played with shadow magic ruthlessly polluted it and made it into an evil thing for curses.

"The tainted Eye of Phra Reiss fell to the bottom of the sea, turning countless warriors who died in the First World War into ghosts, and bound them forever to the shores of Khaz Modan.

This evil bondage lasted for a full eighteen years!

It was only cracked with the efforts of the adventurer tricked by the fugitive chief mate, but the contaminated sacred artifact is not something that ordinary priests can purify.

It was sent to the Cathedral of Stormwind, where it was purged by Archbishop Benedictus, the second son of the Holy Light. "

These crucial information rolled over in Laike's mind. He endured the pain and rushed into the wreckage of the falling Intrepid in less than two minutes.

Just below the captain's cabin.

"boom"

Bu Laike punched hard in the water and pushed open the sealed hatch before him, and then he saw the captain who committed suicide with a dagger in despair.

And the black magic suitcase in his hand.

"key!"

Boo Laike grabbed the suitcase, and, ignoring the crime of desecrating the corpse, grabbed a bronze key from the waist of the suicidal captain.

His chest was about to explode.

Even though this son of the sea has the racial talent of the Kul Tirans, he can hold his breath longer in the water and swim faster, but he is seriously injured now.

And getting weaker and weaker.

The red bar below the character card has dropped to a precarious level, and it will be completely cleared in ten seconds.

"The tainted Eye of Phra Reiss is a terrible thing. Anyone who holds it will be cursed to become undead. If it is not purified, this curse will last forever."

Bu Laike was still thinking, he inserted the key into the magic suitcase in the water and twisted it hard.

"click"

As the sea water poured in, on the dark seabed, a purple-black, ominous light lit up in front of Laike's eyes, and he glanced at the bottomed blood bar.

Without the slightest hesitation, he grabbed the palm-sized crystal ball in front of him.

"what"

The surging dark magic power poured into Bu Laike's body along his hands, and he could feel a cold and strange force exerted on him.

The pain of the burn was fading rapidly.

The passing vitality is also blocked.

He could feel his breathing becoming heavy, and his skin was drying up rapidly, within a few seconds, it was as dry as a mummy that had been dead for many years.

The mouth is losing taste, the brain is becoming dizzy, and the senses of touch and smell are also lost.

But the hearing became strangely clear.

It seemed that even the sea water in front of his eyes had become darker, and there were low and strange whispers in his ears and heart, like mosquitoes buzzing around his ears.

After a second.

Bu Laike. Shaw stopped breathing.

But he didn't die.

He was just cursed into undead form by something evil.

The undead will not be drowned, and the undead is not afraid of pain. While the dark and evil magic power cursed him, it also solidified his vitality.

The blood bar that bottomed out no longer decreased, and as Laike stuffed the wet bread found in the wreckage of the battleship into his mouth, the blood bar began to rise slowly.

That smell must be disgusting.

But that's okay, he doesn't have a sense of taste now.

"Survived."

Bu Laike felt relieved for a while, he was suspended in the sea like that, and he was still in the mood to look at the crystal ball in his hand.

It is worthy of being called the Eye of Reiss.

He didn't know who Pa Reiss was, maybe a priest of the Holy Light, maybe the maker of this magic item, but this crystal ball really looked like a purple eye.

It is constantly spreading malice around.

After staring at it for a long time, there will be more intensive whispers in Laike's heart. The more he wants to listen, the more he can't hear it clearly. There is obviously something wrong with this thing.

"Azeroth, this is the gift you gave me."

Undead Bu Laike. Shaw sighed.

He looked back at the sea behind him, the light from the sky refracted in the sea, reflecting ominous paleness, and the corpses of the sailors who were about to be buried in the icy abyss.

Those broken warships, those torn battle flags.

Those ones

buried glory.

He was suspended in the sea, twitching his limbs, like a silent observer, and also like a participant in the aftermath of the disaster. The sunlight above his head shone along the burning sea surface into the deep sea, reflecting pale, flowing waves. Yes, an ominous light.

He will never forget what he saw today.

These dead will be forgotten by the world.

But he will remember them, and this massacre today.

Memories belonging to Prince Derek Proudmoore came to mind at this moment.

Jean Bu Laike was also touched by the scene, and after a few minutes of silent suspension in the sea, he slowly raised his hand, and with the body of an undead, he gave a standard Kul Tiran military salute to the scene in front of him.

He took one last look at the surging hell behind him, then turned around, grabbed the suitcase and the cursed weapon, swung his limbs, and swam farther above the surface of the sea.

In this sea, there is nothing but death and resentment.

It is not worthy of the living nostalgia.

(end of this chapter)