Azeroth Shadow Trail

Chapter 280 99. Let me show you what a ghost ship is

"What the hell is that!"

Among a group of armed farmers on the coast of Tol Barad.

Facing the attack of pirates, Hal, a fisherman who is frightened, is wearing a miner's helmet made by goblins, leaning on a long gun in his hand, and pointing at the black ghost ship blocking the back of the North Sea flagship on the sea in the distance. Fascinated by his friend Nat Pagle, he shouted:

"How could something so scary appear in Tol Barad?"

"That's a ghost ship, I've seen it in my dream!"

Fisherman Nat grabbed his beloved fishing rod as if he was holding a sword. He stared at the sea with bright eyes and the ghost ship parked on the waves, and shouted in an excited voice:

"It's called the Naglfar, and it's the soul-inducing ship of hell. I dreamed that it was full of howling souls, sailing into the terrible underworld. Holy light! It's almost exactly the same as in the dream.

Uh, no, it seems to be more complete, not as tattered as in my dream. "

"Damn it, let's not talk about your strange dream."

Hal grabbed his friend's arm in fear, and said in a low voice:

"Have you ever dreamed of this battle? Are we going to die? Are we going to be wounded?"

"I didn't, but Hal, didn't I tell you?"

Nat waved his hands calmly and said:

"You will live in safety for a long time, move to a place called Theramore, and choke to death on a bowl of sea turtle soup. Instead of worrying about these pirates, you might as well give up sea turtle soup from now on.

That thing is not good to drink. "

"You don't mind me, I like that smell."

Hal replied with a stinky face.

While the two of them were talking, on the deck of the flagship in the North Sea, the tattooed Marcie screamed like Hal on the deck of the North Sea flagship.

"Where did that ghost ship come from! Bastard, fire! Fire!"

The first mate is going crazy right now.

The companions who were sent to the coast to find a way back were already entangled by werewolf and undead pirate cavalry, and some snakes with long legs rushed over to help.

Unless they get fire support, let alone capture the town, whether Taili and the others can withdraw is a question.

But fire support.

"Destroy that ghost ship first!"

The first officer growled.

She realized that a terrible crisis was approaching, and when she saw the Naglfar like a cold ghost on the sea behind, a wave of fear rose in her heart.

Since the strange ship appeared on the surface of the sea, it has not made any aggressive movements, and it can be clearly seen through the telescope that there is no artillery on the side of the ship.

But the uneasiness in his heart not only did not decrease, but was rising rapidly.

"Mate, it's foggy! We can't aim!"

The North Sea fur seals on the flagship quickly let out trembling screams, and clusters of gray, cold and sticky fog were continuously spreading towards the sea with the Nagfar as the center.

The speed was extremely fast, and in less than half a minute, the cold mist spreading on the sea was completely shrouded by the ghost ship.

It's still expanding.

After crossing hundreds of meters of sea surface, and in less than five minutes, the flagship of the North Sea pirates was also wrapped to the edge of the fog. The artillerymen only fired a few shots, and before they finished the calibration, they completely lost their vision.

The shells thrown into the mist in a mess did not have any effect at all.

"This is... what's wrong with this?"

Just when the pirates on the entire ship were confused by the sudden fog, Marci, the female first officer who was in a state of desperation, suddenly heard a weak inquiry.

When she looked back, Lady Anne was being supported by two female pirates, and she was struggling to come out of the captain's room.

"This mist, what's going on?"

Anne is an old pirate.

And even though she was a human being, she grew up in the settler town of the Grizzly Bear Hills in the Northrend continent. She had heard and witnessed many strange scenes related to the Vrykul.

Seeing the gray, viscous, cold and abnormal mist in front of her eyes, Annie's expression became very surprised, and there was a trace of panic in the shock.

She looked at her trusted first mate, and asked sharply:

"You attacked the followers of Hell?"

"I haven't, Captain."

Marci immediately explained what happened just now in detail. After hearing the chief mate say that they were trapped by a keel ghost ship that emerged from the water, Annie's already dire face turned even paler. .

"The Naglfar is the Naglfar, the legendary battleship in the Vrykul mythology, the soul-inducing boat that transports thousands of ghosts to hell, my God, we have collided with the god of death

We're fucked. "

"No, Lady Anne."

Marci yelled:

"It's not a vrykul who controls that ship, it's an elf! I saw it with a telescope just now, it's an elf standing on the deck wearing a pirate hat.

She's here to help the pirates on Tol Barad.

Perhaps that ship is not one you have heard of."

"what!"

Before the chief mate finished speaking, a shrill scream sounded on the misty deck in front of the poop, and the captain and the first mate looked in that direction at the same time.

Then, they saw a ghost.

A horde of ghosts!

The miserable form between virtual and real, floating in the mist, looming, all bowed, like a vicious witch in a fairy tale.

Wearing tattered clothes, the body of the ghost is full of wrinkles and disgusting scars, and there are still scars from death on each neck and body.

Some dragged out their intestines, and some pulled out their tongues.

There are only half of the body left, just crawling on the deck.

They were looming in the gray mist, and with a piercing, gloomy, dark, sinister smile, they appeared suddenly, dragging the terrified North Sea pirates into the mist.

Immediately afterwards, there were piercing and terrifying struggling, screaming and chewing sounds in the mist.

And low footsteps.

Like the heavily armored dead, they strode onto the deck, guarded by ghosts, their rusty armor covered in gray mist.

And under the full-face helmet, all that can be seen is a pair of gray and white ruthless eyes, like a warrior drowned in water.

The weapons in their hands were also rusty, and outside the armor, they wore battle robes with the marks of undead pirates.

Some frightened pirates attacked these knights, but their heads were often cut off with a sword, or they were simply knocked out with a hammer and thrown into the sea.

"We're fucked."

Captain Anne covered her head in despair and said something, while the unyielding tattooed girl Marci was still holding her own pirate sword. Obviously, this wild female pirate was not willing to admit defeat.

"Ignorant!"

A deep and dry voice sounded from the permeating cold mist.

With the low, wet sound of his boots trampling on the deck, the Credone knight dragged a bloody pirate's leg and walked slowly to the area where the fog hadn't yet closed.

The pirate in his hand dragged a pathetic trail of blood on the deck.

But the hapless man was not dead, still making feeble begging sounds.

"You boldly broke into the sea of ​​the noble, you boldly raised your arms against the owner of this island, you should all be hanged on the mast for the sins you have committed!

Let the crows peck at it until it turns into dry bones, and then the sins can be redeemed. "

The chief officer on the Naglfar waved his hand, and the pirate who was begging for mercy was thrown to the front of the poop like a broken sack.

Blood splattered, and Marci, the tattooed woman who was guarding the captain, pulled out the pirate sword from her waist with a groan.

Faced with this hostile action, Knight Crydone turned a blind eye.

Like a sculpture, he stood on the spot with his epee in hand, as if he had finished what he had to say. After a few seconds of silence, another voice sounded in the mist.

"But Lord Bu Laike is merciful. He is willing to give you stinking pirates a chance to surrender, a chance to save your life, and a chance to serve him."

A strand of gray mist parted, his whole body drenched in blood, the North Sea pirate captain who was still holding a curly bladed sailor knife, "Handsome" Terry limped to the side of Knight Crydone with weak steps .

He looked up.

The handsome and unruly face was covered with terrible blood.

His eyes were full of bewilderment, and he showed a stiff smile towards the first officer and the captain in front of him. Seeing this weird smile, Marci and Captain Anne's hair stood on end.

Taili in front of him seemed to have his soul taken away, leaving only a shell, which was filled with other dark things. He spoke with his own voice.

But it wasn't him who spoke.

He's just a sounding board.

"Put down your weapons, pirates, you have nowhere to go, obeying the will of the master of the undead fleet is the only way you can choose."

Terry, who was controlled by his mind, raised his hand and made an extremely feminine movement of shaking his temples.

He opened his mouth and said:

"Stubbornness is meaningless. Even if your body dies, Mr. Captain has many ways to let your soul continue to serve hard labor.

And this lady captain, you are deeply wounded, not only in your body, but also in your soul. If left untreated, you will breathe your last breath in excruciating pain.

I think this is not what you want to see.

Put down your arms.

Your struggle is pointless.

The moment you decide to go to Tol Barad, you and we have lost. "

——

"My precious ship is recovering well."

Laike has now arrived on the deck of the Naglfar. He patted the side of the ghost ship with a gesture of relief. In the information prompt of the character card, he can see the Naglfar current condition:

Name: Naglfar [Legendary Quality]

Status: Intact [completeness 65%. Lack of high-quality ship materials]

Faction: Undead Fleet [Fleet Commander: Bu Laike Shaw]

special effects:

1. Ghost Ship

2. The Throat of Soul Eater【560/1500】

3. Flyer

4. Keel casting [unfinished]

5. Styx Ferry【Not activated】

"Of course, I personally supervised the replacement process."

Beside Bu Laike, the pirate dragon Sefiel, floating on the deck, proudly puffed out his chest, as if the current complete situation of the Naglfar was thanks to her blessing.

The pirate glanced at the smug first officer, shook his head, and reached out to take the figurehead of the Nagfar from her hand. The moment he got the "captain's certificate", Braike immediately felt the gaze of the ship's spirit .

That invisible will was hiding in a corner of the ghost ship, watching him as if waiting for an order.

There is no longer the avoidance and alienation of before.

It seems that the "care and maintenance" that Bo Laike arranged for it in Drustvar is very satisfactory to her.

However, the general shape of the current Nagfar is not much different from the previous shape, except that the bad state of perennial decay and damp has been eliminated.

In addition to the main mast on the deck, there is a smaller secondary mast at the rear, all of which are made of the best deep-sea silk and satin black sails that are native to Kul Tiras.

It's tough, durable, and looks great.

The ropes, anchors and rudder wheels on the ship were also replaced, but because the Nagfar was going deep underwater, these things were not particularly new.

The open keel mouth at the bow and the keel structure around the hull are still the same.

The deterrence has not weakened, but it has not become more beautiful as Laike imagined.

"Forget it, don't force much, it's just the first upgrade."

The pirate let go of the slight regret in his heart. He turned his head and nodded to the Archmage Nieras Ellan who was standing on the other side. With a strange expression, he glanced at him who was sitting on the edge of the poop, and looked at him indifferently. spirit ghost.

"When did she wake up?"

Bu Laike asked the first mate Sefiel, Pirate Dragon turned his head away in embarrassment, and said in a low voice:

"Uh, I don't know. I was sleeping then. When I woke up, she had already woken up from the cabin. Be careful, Captain, Ms. Windrunner has a lot of opinions on you."

"yes?"

The pirate shrugged indifferently, glanced at the mist in the distance, pouted at Sefiel, and said:

"Windrunner's matter, we will talk about it later."

"Prepare the cabin for interrogation later, I would really like to know what kind of medicine is sold in the gourd when this group of North Sea pirates who are like bereaved dogs suddenly come to Tol Barad.

There will be a few people on board in a while.

Go get some cabins out, my mate. Make sure to make new passengers on the ghost ship feel right at home. "

(end of this chapter)