Azeroth Shadow Trail

Chapter 351 60. Bu Laike is vicious but cunning, Ben Boerba is cunning but vicious

Asunanne Lake, a swamp in the north of Narsaras College, which was washed out by the river over thousands of years, lived some creatures that made adventurers hate it.

"Quack quack!"

The familiar, tiresome, and somewhat frightening noise echoed in the swamp.

In the dark night, Captain Grayson's ghost looting ship came silently from the inner lake and docked at the edge of the swamp. The pirate captain gestured to his ghost subordinates to keep them quiet.

He himself picked up the binoculars on his belt and looked into the depths of the swamp.

There is a campfire there.

A very big bonfire, I don't know what is burning, it can burn so hot that it illuminates the surrounding swamp. Surrounding the campfire is a group of disgusting creatures.

The flames were burning, casting their terrifying and distorted shadows, shining in the dark night, looking so terrifying and horrifying.

They are a bunch of dirty and vicious, vile and ruthless creatures.

They are the malignant tumors of the whole Azeroth, the devils that kill life, the butchers who seduce the ignorant, the beasts that frighten children, and they must be eradicated.

Ok.

It's just a group of murlocs.

But it is indeed a large group of murlocs!

According to Captain Grayson's observation, there is a super-sized murloc village in this swamp, and it is rare for them to multiply to the size of thousands of murlocs here.

Probably because there are no natural enemies of the murlocs in this area, and it has been an inaccessible place for 10,000 years, which has caused these murlocs to be happy and reproduce here.

They don't even delineate small villages.

So many murlocs crowded together, turning this swamp into their world.

In the past, Grayson, who thought he was a very stylish old pirate, would not take the initiative to trouble the murlocs, mainly because these guys were difficult and did not make money.

Can you expect to dig out treasures that will make you rich overnight from the murloc village?

Totally impossible.

In fact, the murlocs in the entire Azeroth are almost the same in the eyes of adventurers, tasteless, tasteless to eat, and a pity to discard.

But now, Captain Ghost had to find a way to get rid of this group of murlocs occupying the swamp.

Because they are now subordinate to the Naga.

The naga from the deep sea are vying for control of the waters with Faronaar's ghost soldiers near the Narsalas Academy.

The vicious moccasins have not only summoned sea titans to join the battle, they have also enlisted the local tribe of murlocs.

Murlocs are intelligent, but most are stupid.

They will obey all powerful creatures, and Naga is of course the "strong" in the eyes of murlocs.

Therefore, during the recent period, the murlocs have been helping the Naga fight, relying on their large numbers, their ability to go ashore, and their speed, they kept bypassing the war zone and sneak attacking the camp behind the tortoises.

After the turtle eggs were stolen for several days in a row, the scroll sage Nora couldn't bear it anymore. She put a reward on Captain Grayson, asking him to find a way to get rid of this group of murlocs.

The ghost captain Grayson, who has always had problems with the tortoise, wanted to rebuff the arrogant tortoise.

But helpless.

Nora gave too much.

The tortoise promised to teach him a way to quickly gather consciousness in the ghost ship, so as to help his Jotunheim power grow rapidly and become a real ghost ship as soon as possible.

The old pirate Grayson, who wanted to raise a "ship girl", just fell. Abandoning the bottom line and ethics of pirates, shamelessly made a really fragrant voice.

"It's not easy."

After taking the task and running to the swamp, Grayson retreated a bit after observing the entire swamp.

There are too many murlocs.

Moreover, he clearly saw just now that murloc shamans had already been born in this group of murlocs, and those guys who could use spells called out bolts of lightning in the murloc village.

Although most murloc shamans can only use the most common shaman spells, they are spell casters who can harm ghost pirates.

This is different from the group of murloc warriors and murloc hunters who can only charge.

The danger is greatly increased.

Just rushing up like this may be able to disperse the murlocs, but Grayson will also damage a lot of ghost sailors, even with the help of a dozen cannons on the ship, it will not be easy.

It is difficult for small-caliber naval guns to exert their maximum effect in swamps.

But soon, the cunning ghost captain came up with a very bad idea.

He turned his head to look at the "fishing" Benbo Erba who was sitting on the gunwale at the stern of the ghost boat, holding a piece of broken wood, tied with a rope and shaking his head and tail.

The little murloc immediately felt being watched.

"Quack?"

It turned its head and saw Grayson walking towards it rubbing his chin.

"Do me a favor, little idiot.

Don't worry, I won't let you do it for nothing. If there is a chance later, I will grab a ship for you. Your murloc band needs a ship too, right? "

——

That's right.

Grayson's bad guy's idea was to "use murlocs against murlocs".

First let the little murlocs Benbo Erba's gua-la-gua-la pirate group go for a wave, and when they use the murloc's "challenge ceremony" to entangle the murloc leader in the Azsuna swamp, the ghost captain will take his own The pirates rushed.

As long as the leader is killed, the remaining murlocs will collapse.

And as long as they escape, the battle will be won.

For such a large murloc village, it would definitely take a long, long time to re-elect a leader, which was enough for the tortoises to finish their work in Azsuna and leave.

Benboerba can also take advantage of tonight's actions to expand its quack quack pirate group again.

This is called win-win!

To this, the little murloc just wanted to say: "Aaaaaaughibbrgububugrguburgle! (The more the better)"

"Ggmmml!"

The swamp filled with the frantic calls of the murlocs soon became more noisy. The daily "dinner" of the local murlocs around the campfire was interrupted by the arrival of a group of uninvited guests.

Strong and strong, with a battle ax on his back, the blind old man with a blindfold on, holding the battle flag of the Gua Gua Gua Pirates with both hands, walked boldly in this swamp that made the murlocs feel comfortable.

Behind it, the murloc cookie wearing a chef's hat was holding his soup stick, and shouted at the murlocs of the pirate group.

Compared to the noise of the local murlocs, this foreign murloc team roared neatly. Although the number of murlocs was small, each murloc held a very sophisticated weapon in their hands.

Following the undead pirates all the way across the endless sea, and plundering around the periphery of Suramar, these Long Beach murlocs were full of sturdy aura.

They stared fiercely at the dead fish eyes, threatening those local murlocs.

This malicious action made the murloc village of thousands of people explode like a pot, and there were rude shouts everywhere, but the murloc hunters on guard outside did not dare to stop this group of alien fish.

Because they saw something terrible.

A huge deep-sea king crab, with a weird blue color between virtual and real, is all over the body, like a miniature tank, the whole body is covered with a solid carapace.

Every step in the rampage of walking will splash the juice of the swamp.

There are still bloodstains on its big claws, which are the murlocs who dared to block the way just now were easily pinched off with their big pliers, and on the large carapace of the ghost crab called "gua gua la", There is a simple saddle made of seaweed.

Wearing a cloak and an eyepatch, Benbo Erba sat on the saddle with an arrogant face, holding his crossbow in his hand, and croaked twice from time to time, making his subordinates behave even more. Be fierce.

Under the glaring gaze of the local murlocs, they walked to the center of the murloc village, and stopped by the burning big bonfire.

The murloc cubs in the village were scared and hid behind their mother, but curiously poked their heads and watched the big moves made by these alien murlocs.

And the leader of the local murlocs, a rare white murloc with red lines on his body, leaning on a bone exuding magic power, was standing on a stone by the campfire, staring at the foreign murlocs with unkind eyes.

It's called Mogul, and it's also nicknamed "The Tide Weaver".

Being able to have such a nickname means that Mogul is not an ordinary murloc, and is likely to be a murloc shaman, or an even rarer murloc caster.

Those are elite murlocs that can only be born in areas with abundant magic power.

To be honest, with murlocs' empty minds, unless they ate something weird like the old blind, it would be very difficult for them to comprehend the power of obscure magic.

The types of magic they can master are very few, and they seem to cast spells instinctively, but these magical murlocs should not be underestimated. Once they master some weird knowledge, they can easily do amazing things.

For example, Mogul used his clever mind to build this large village with thousands of people, which is very, very rare in the murloc civilization.

"Gurg urggle blerg'urk?"

Mogul waved the magic bone stick in his hand, and asked Ben Bo Erba very rudely.

"Gra-blergle! BLEEERRGGHammer!"

The little murloc stood up arrogantly from his "throne", waved his hand crossbow, and replied very bluntly.

The conversation ended here, and the hope of peace was dashed.

A look of gloom flashed in the big eyes of the white murloc Mogul, and with a wave of his hand, a team of thirty people was quickly organized among the local murlocs behind him.

It happened to be the same number as the thirty people at Benbo Erba.

Old Blind Eye tied the battle flag of the Guala Guala pirate group behind his back with a rope, grabbed his battle axe, and glanced at the little murlocs. With a wave of Ben Boerba, they howled and launched the murlocs towards the opposite side. charge.

Not to be outdone, Mogul the Tideweaver poked his magic bone stick on the stone and howled loudly. The thirty Azsuna murloc warriors behind him also shouted and rushed towards the opposite. Long Beach Murloc.

"Mglrmglmglmgl! Mglrmglmglmgl!"

While the big bonfire was flickering, the murlocs from the two sides fought together frantically, the shouts suppressed the flames, and the roar of the local murlocs cheered them on.

They formed a big circle around the swamp, trapping the sixty murlocs who were fighting.

This scene is like a replica of Ben Boerba's conquest of the Long Beach murlocs.

It's just that this time the "Murloc War" took place far, far away from Long Beach, a long distance that an ordinary murloc would not be able to cross in a lifetime.

Subordinates to subordinates naturally have leader to leader.

Benbo Erba swiftly shot an arrow at Mogul, and the tide weaver laughed and raised his bone staff. Water flow gathered around it, forming a shield like flowing water, blocking the arrow.

"Quack!"

Benbo Erba called his pet's name.

The Phantom Emperor Ghostfoot Crab also waved two big claws of different sizes, and rushed towards the tide weaver.

Two against one, sure win!

A trace of cunning flashed in the cute big eyes of the little murloc, but in the next moment, it saw the ferocious smile on the fish face of Mogul, the tide weaver who was almost as smart as it.

"whoosh"

The white spellcaster murloc took out a rough bone whistle from his hand, put it in his mouth and blew it hard, as if calling for something terrifying.

A few seconds later, in the violent shaking of the swamp.

In the big stone cave at the very edge of the murloc village, a terrifying creature more than five meters tall, with limbs as thick as an elephant's legs, and three big snake-like heads, trampled toward the battlefield. .

Damn it!

The little murloc's eyes widened for a moment.

It saw the monster, it didn't know the monster, it was a strange thing that would not exist in all the places it had been to before.

It's a magic hydra!

Seeing how it shakes the ground when it runs, this hydra weighs at least three tons! On its three giant python-like heads is a big mouth full of sharp teeth.

The little murloc looked terrified.

This thing will definitely eat up my pirate group one bite at a time

fine.

Fortunately, I didn't come here alone.

"whoosh"

The little murloc reacted very quickly, put the special crossbow on the hand crossbow, raised his hand to pull the trigger towards the sky, and shot a dazzling flare towards the sky, bursting blue light in the air.

At the same time, the ghost pirates who had been prepared for a long time raised their guns, lit the matchlock, and then, with the sneer of Captain Grayson who was carrying the wine bottle, the guns fired!

The violent and continuous roar scared the murlocs who had never seen a cannon and ran away, while Ben Boerba had his hips akimbo, Yang Tian let out a murloc laugh.

Hey, stupid, stupid local fish.

I, Benboerba, the leader of the Gualaguala Pirates, the conqueror of the Long Beach and Azsuna murloc tribes, can shake people!

(end of this chapter)