Azeroth Shadow Trail

Chapter 272

"Mrgllll glrrm gl!!!"

On the long beach in the dark night, the huge old blind yelled and yelled. It dragged its harpoon and yelled at the short alien murloc with a strange eyepatch, trying to scare the guy.

This trick is often very useful.

Murlocs are timid creatures.

They will develop courage when they are in a group, but in a one-on-one situation, as long as it is a creature larger than them, they will instinctively feel afraid.

When the old blind man was a child, he had found something miraculous at the bottom of the sea, a bone of unknown origin, exuding a tempting aroma.

It took a year to gnaw that bone away.

Then you get magical powers.

He is bigger than other murlocs, stronger than other murlocs, and his brain has unexpectedly become easier to use. He knows how to win over guys who can fight, and even leads the Long Beach murlocs to expel the annoying gnolls.

The old blind man knew how to take advantage of the murloc's weakness.

This allowed it to easily deal with those murlocs who tried its status for a long time in the past.

But tonight, this tried and tested method failed.

Benbo Erba, who appeared as a challenger, was not in the least bit shy.

The little murloc turned left and right with its cute big eyes, looking around at the local murlocs standing on the beach, stones, and shells and howling.

They behaved very wildly, very maniacally.

Probably because after the old blind man became the leader of the murlocs a few years ago, no murlocs have successfully challenged him. Tonight, they can see another fierce murloc battle.

"mglmgl"

Ben Boerba muttered a murloc language in a low voice.

A trace of disdain flashed in his big eyes.

But when he saw the blind old man circling around it in front of him, a look of eagerness appeared in the eyes of the treasure hunter murloc.

It just looks small, but it doesn't mean that the little murloc is really young.

It is small because it was bathed in bronze dragon blood, and was forcibly shaped into this appearance by the power of time, but in fact, Benbo Erba is very powerful!

At least by murloc standards, it was powerful.

Watching his owner Bu Laike all day long, running around, recruiting subordinates, filling power, the little murloc also has his own thoughts.

It feels boring to play alone.

It wants to find more powerful murloc subordinates, let's have fun with it!

It is best to have your own pirate group.

Can have own boat.

"www! lwmwr! wg!!"

The old blind man who was circling around his opponent was actually in a daze when he saw the foreign murlocs who had knocked over a murloc village in the afternoon before him, and anger gleamed in his only remaining right eye.

It felt that Benbo Erba was mocking it in this way.

On the left eye, the horrible scar that was drawn away because of challenging the orc also jumped at this moment, and with the hammer of the old blind eye on the chest, there was a piercing battle cry.

This is the last warning.

"Mlgg! gg!"

Ben Boerba was awakened by the roar of battle. It glared at the blind old man who disturbed it, waved its claws, and made a provocative gesture to the big murloc in front of it.

He grabbed the murloc version of the Devil's Strike Dagger in his hand again.

This was the little murloc's first trophy, but definitely not its only one.

Seeing that provocative action, Old Blind on the other side immediately became angry, wisps of invisible red anger entwined around Old Blind's purple body.

It picked up the rusted harpoon, and launched the unparalleled murloc charge towards Benboerba!

The beach was plowed into a ravine by this ferocious charge, and the speed was so fast that the purple murloc was like a war hammer, about to hit the small challenger.

The latter seemed to be frightened and remained motionless.

And its size is like that of a child compared to Old Blind, so this collision may break it apart.

"glrrm gl!"

A trace of contempt and triumphant pride also flashed in the old blind one eye.

It stopped at its feet, and with the impact, swung the harpoon in its hand, trying to pierce the little man who challenged it, throw it into the sea, and feed the crabs and turtles!

"boom"

The moment Old Blind raised the harpoon, Ben Boerba suddenly slammed the object caught in the other claw on the ground, and with a muffled sound, the smoke bombs used by the assassins exploded immediately.

The pungent billowing smoke erupted from the center of the two murlocs, like a fog monster, engulfing Old Blind and Ben Boerba.

The murlocs standing in a circle around them were even louder.

Obviously, they don't think this is normal.

The cunning alien murlocs cheated!

The old blind who was swallowed into the smoke was also stunned for a moment.

This was the first time it encountered such a situation. The specially made smoke grenade by SI:7 was very effective. After being activated, it made the old man with poor eyesight lose his target all of a sudden.

Behind it, the little murloc sneakily took out a gleaming one-handed warhammer from the magic bag on his back.

Just looking at the magic halo floating on the surface of this dwarven-style golden warhammer, one can tell that this thing is definitely a high-level magic weapon.

If Laike is here, use the character card to identify it, and you will see the following text:

north wind

epic quality

Extremely efficient and fast

With special effects:

When hit, a Frostbolt may be fired at the target, causing magic damage while greatly reducing or imprisoning the opponent's movement speed.

There is only one attribute entry, and only one magic effect.

This thing is the "garbage purple" in the mouth of Bo Laike.

But no matter how rubbish it is, it is also an epic-quality weapon. Logically, this is a "treasure" that should be handed over to Bu Laike, but the little murloc obviously didn't give all the good things he found to his owner.

It saves points for itself.

Specifically designed to deal with the current situation.

"boom"

Ben Bo Erba, who had changed his weapon, moved his claws, swung the one-handed hammer in his hand, and attacked the old blind man under the cover of smoke.

How fast can a weapon with an extremely swift entry be swung?

The little murloc made a vivid interpretation in the next three seconds.

After the first hammer strike fell, and three seconds later, when Old Blind's left hand holding the harpoon was interrupted, the little murloc swung the weapon at least fifteen times.

It was almost like a gust of wind.

After the smoke dispersed, the old blind's left hand had been discounted, and he couldn't hold the heavy harpoon at all.

The special effect of the epic weapon was activated, covering the big purple murloc with a layer of frost, and the movement speed was as fast as a snail.

But the power of the old blind still prevailed.

So Benbo Erba immediately opened the distance, never greedy for knives, and threw the epic war hammer back into the bag. After opening the distance of six or seven steps, he grabbed a crossbow from the bag.

The style of a human one-handed crossbow.

It happened to be held by the little murloc with both hands, and he picked it up with a little effort.

Both this crossbow and the warhammer just now were stolen from the drunken Black Iron slave masters in the Darkforge City when Bo Laike started a big brawl in the Black Iron Bar.

This crossbow is also very distinctive.

On the body of the well-made crossbow machine, there is a small scope fixed there.

Its entries are:

black crow

Excellent quality

Extremely efficient and precise. Enhanced swiftness

The little murloc calibrated his big eyes in the scope, and when he was waiting for the old blind man to pounce with a howl at close range, he pulled the trigger with a bang.

A powerful crossbow bolt flew out of the hand crossbow and pierced the old blind man's waist, piercing the big murloc and knocking it to the ground at the same time.

Benbo Erba himself was shaken in place by the recoil from the hand crossbow.

However, it has been strengthened by dragon's blood after all, its strength is not as strong as that of Old Blind, but it must be much stronger than ordinary murlocs. It presses the arms of the crossbow with its feet, grasps the bowstring with both hands, and strenuously winds it.

He took out a shiny snake-man lightning arrow with a top made of sapphire from his rucksack, and put it in the hand crossbow.

Holding this dangerous weapon in both hands, he took two steps ahead.

Aim the top of the crossbow at the old blind man who is struggling to get up from the beach.

"Grm! Lml! Lgmrmm!!"

The surrounding Long Beach murlocs yelled like crazy, they waved their paws and jumped around in place, as if to cheer up the old blind man.

get up!

Long Beach Legends!

Continue to fight with the cunning alien murlocs!

Knock it down!

"Glrm!"

Old Blind also gritted his teeth, supported his body with one arm, and wanted to stand up again, but Ben Boerba moved the crossbow in his hand down and pulled the trigger again.

"puff"

The snake man's arrow at close range nailed the old blind man on the beach again, and the tiny electric arc discharged at the top made the purple murloc's whole body tremble.

The little treasure-seeking murloc curled his lips in a humane manner, threw his hand crossbow back into his bag, and finally picked up the murloc version of the devil's strike dagger that he used to "disguise".

Holding it like a dagger, it was slashing back and forth in front of the old blind man's neck who couldn't stand up at all.

It tried its best to look fierce, and yelled at the old blind man:

"Ggggggmlr! GrmRmlg?"

"Glrm!"

Old Blind responded with another battle cry.

"puff"

It was stabbed by a vicious little murloc.

The green blood splashed out again, splashing on Benbo Erba's body, making the little murloc look more ferocious than cute.

"GrmRmlg?"

This time, Ben Bo Erba put the dagger in front of the right eye of the old blind, and it grabbed the spine on the back of the old blind, and asked in a sharper tone.

The big purple murloc looked at the dagger dangling in front of him, and made a difficult choice.

This time, it wasn't a battle cry.

It was an incomparably desolate cry.

The surrounding Long Beach murlocs were all stupid.

They watched in silence as Benbo Erba proudly let go of Old Blind, stood on Old Blind's body, and waved the weapon in his hand towards them.

The pose of a winner.

There was no sound at first.

But soon, the murlocs of Long Beach looked at me and I looked at you. There was a medium-sized murloc with yellow and green spots and clever eyes, who was the first to shout and waved his arms.

The other murlocs followed immediately and began to shout Benbo Erba's name.

Tonight, the Long Beach Tribe has a new legend!

Salute to Master Benboerba!

Amidst the cheers of the murlocs, the little murloc proudly imitated Bu Laike when he was speaking to the crew, and first waved his hands to calm down the murlocs.

Then it coughed a few times, spread its hands, and shouted to the murlocs in front of it:

"Wlgrmgg gwmlr, wr gr Magamaga ar wamlg wgr lga, Magamaga mlg aa la gaga, wr gawa, ml mlg lr mag ga.

lwargm la gaga! ! mwawa glrwm! ! ! "

At the end, when he was excited, Benbo Erba waved his paws, clenched his fists, and made a fist-swinging gesture.

The other murlocs looked dull, apparently because the little murloc's order was beyond their understanding, but as Benbo Erba was very dissatisfied, he took out his hand crossbow again and waved it threateningly. put.

The other murlocs immediately became noisy and shook their fists at the nearest murloc.

Under the order of the little murloc, they began to fight each other.

Only the 30 most powerful murlocs are qualified to follow Mr. Benbo Erba to the sea and establish their own pirate group of murlocs!

As for the old blind.

This former legend of Long Beach will be extremely lonely, get up with difficulty, and climb into the night step by step.

It loses.

According to the murloc tradition, there is no place for it here.

"Gggggggmlr!"

But after it climbed a few steps, there was a call behind it, and the old blind man turned around in astonishment, and saw the little murloc throwing a bottle of red healing potion with a friendly face.

He also made a movement of twisting away and drinking it, and pointed to the wound on Old Blind's body.

The big purple murloc was not stupid, it twisted off the bottle cap with difficulty, drank the disgusting thing, and made a retching motion after drinking it. But although the medicine made by the alchemists of Dalaran tastes bad, it works very well.

In just a minute or two, the wound on Old Blind's body began to heal.

It will definitely leave a scar.

But it doesn't matter, for murlocs, scars are also a symbol of bravery.

"Magamagaga ar wamlg wgr!"

Seeing that Old Blind was struggling to stand up, Ben Boerba took out a heavy long-handled battle ax with a strong black iron dwarf style from his magic luggage.

Throwing it at his feet, he pointed to the axe, then to himself, and finally to the old blind man.

Made a bow of allegiance.

The old blind man was obviously hesitant, his eyes kept moving on the little murloc and the powerful looking battle ax under its feet. After hesitating for more than ten seconds, the big murloc warrior stepped forward.

Grabbing the heavy battle ax with both hands, he knelt down to the little murloc.

"quack quack"

Ben Bo Erba put his hips on his hips, imitating Laike's appearance, and smiled.

He also stretched out his paws, and patted the shoulder of Old Blind, who was three times older than him, as if encouraged, then took off his blindfold and threw it to Old Blind.

It finally has its own fighters.

Gua Gua Gua Pirates, established today!

(end of this chapter)