Azeroth Shadow Trail

Chapter 431 140. Stupid me, I don't know anything about your generosity

In Benbo Erba's hand was a black chain.

It looks inconspicuous, even a little rough, with traces of rust on the surface. It is coiled together, and a short spear-like harpoon head is attached to the front.

With cruel and vicious barbs.

Once such a thing penetrates into the prey's body, if you try to pull it out with brute force, it will definitely cause more terrifying lacerations.

The pirate reached out and touched the chain.

The character card immediately gives the entry:

Water of the Dark Sea Mist Reaver Rope

Legendary Quality [Excellent Creation]

Superior Stamina. Superior Agility. Superior Critical Strike. Superior Swiftness

special effects:

1. Underworld Massacre:

When the rope pierces the prey's body, it will put the mark of hell on the poor life. When the mark is in effect, all the user's attacks on the target will have the effect of [Underworld Slaughter].

The damage of all attacks against this target is increased by up to 30%.

The effect of Underworld Massacre is determined by the distance between the stalker and the target, and the increase will not be less than 10%.

Before the target dies, or the effect of Hellmark is dispelled, the boost will continue to take effect, and it can only act on one target at the same time.

2. Excellence:

Wielding this destructive and vicious weapon requires extreme skill, and if the user's hunting skills are not up to standard, it is likely to cause mistakes.

And the price of a mistake is that your soul will be taken away.

Keep this in mind.

In Hell, the weak do not deserve to live!

illustrate:

Every time a soul is engulfed in the abyss of Hell, the ghostly wailing will echo in the mist for a long time. This is Hela's way of promoting her viciousness and determination.

The power of Hell poured into this extraordinary creation, which was a reward given by Hela for tens of thousands of years of loyal service to the summoner Anhelder.

But for Anhelder, the leader of the Nine Warriors, she always thinks that she is a warrior rather than a hunter, so she doesn't need this vicious creation to increase her combat effectiveness.

The haughty Anhelder would only see it as an ornament.

But in your hands, it can be the beginning of a nightmare for all your enemies.

"You little clever ghost, you always have a way to trick me into getting what you want, and it's always hard for me to refuse you. Who made you my favorite murloc baby?"

After reading the description of the entry, Laike shrugged his shoulders, and handed the trident in his hand to Benbo Erba, who was eager to see through it. He wrapped the black chain around his waist, and said to the excited little murloc:

"Hey, the sea monster scepter will be kept by you for a few months, but it's just for you to keep! If you want to have it forever, then find me two more treasures of this quality."

He stroked the chain around his waist and said to the little murloc:

"make a deal?"

"Quack!"

The little murloc waved his claws and made a gesture of closing a deal, obviously very confident in his treasure hunting ability.

It rubbed its claws, and took over the golden trident, which was completely gigantic to it. Fortunately, this thing was not heavy, otherwise it would have to find the murloc warriors under its command to hold it up.

Amidst Benbo Erba's joyful singing, the moon-white owl croaked and carried it hard, and flew out of the Nagfar staggeringly, and saw the little murloc jumping off the owl's back.

With its own cheers, it grabbed the trident scepter and went to the deep sea to find "new friends" to play with.

"Do you know how many of these things the Naga have built?"

Bu Laike watched the little murloc disappear into the sea with the sea monster scepter, he turned his head and said to the first mate Sefiel behind him:

"I feel that I have found another reason for the Naga to fight. If I have twenty of these things in my hand, I would dare to enter the military port of Kul Tiras now.

What Dai Lin, what tide sage, will be easily beaten to the ground by the sea monsters under my command.

If I had thirty, I'd even dare to visit Ny'alotha, the Sleeping City. "

"Certainly not as many as thirty."

Safiel shook his head and said:

"Although there are many sea monsters in the whole world, it is rare to see one as powerful as this one. But I do know that there is a very powerful sea monster in the deep sea of ​​Kalimdor.

When Chromie was a baby dragon, she fought with it and was almost dragged into the sea. "

"Tesyr, I know it. It is a free sea monster, not controlled by Naga. In the deep sea of ​​Vashjir, there is also a sea monster, Krolas."

Bu Laike said the names of the sea monsters in his memory like a few treasures. He rubbed his chin and said slowly:

"I also know another sea monster, that is the treasure in the hands of the Naga, the famous Yusla tsk tsk, if there is a chance, he will also grab that scepter.

It should now be in the hands of Vashj, Azshara's favorite headmaid.

Ah, there are so many good things in Naga's hands.

I really want to take a boat to Nazjatar to plunder right now. There are so many hidden treasures in this world. Sometimes I really feel that even if I spend my whole life exploring this sea, it will be difficult to find them all. "

The pirate touched the cold chain around his waist, and said:

"If I didn't have these cute gadgets, I might be able to become a hero with peace of mind. But there is no way, who made me such a greedy stinky pirate

Speaking of stinky pirates, it's time for me to meet Captain Al Reiss, pick out a welcome gift for me, my mate. "

"His boat is all broken up like that. It needs to be repaired."

Pirate Dragon pushed his pirate hat, and the clever first mate rolled his eyes and said to his captain:

"The Sister of Mercy is also a ghost ship. In theory, it can also perform the keel casting ceremony. Perhaps, the remaining keels used by the Nagfar can be used for him to repair the ship.

He will be very happy. "

"Well, it makes sense."

Bu Laike nodded and said:

"By the way, give Grayson a little, he also deserves credit for this trip.

Give them the keel, and once they start modifying their ghost ship, they will have to get more, but let them steal the keel themselves, they will definitely not be able to do it.

If they want their ship to complete this harsh transformation ceremony, they will have to be vassals of me for a long time.

Wonderful!

Tie their lifelines, and they won't be afraid that they won't work hard. Tsk tsk, didn't you see it, my first mate, you are so experienced in using such dirty tricks. "

"Uh"

Seifel was stunned for a moment, then nodded solemnly and said:

"Yes, that's what I thought. Sure enough, you understand me, Captain."

Half an hour later, in the pirate town of Rogue Harbor under the night, the female pirate Anne Bonn was taking her final revenge.

With the death of "Mad Dog" Jonah Sterling, the vrykul pirates were slaughtered, the Hell reinforcements were repulsed, and the entire Rogue Harbor fell into the hands of undead pirates.

The pirates who participated in the backstabbing and expelling Annie had already been tied to a temporary wooden frame erected in the town. Anne wanted to burn them all to commemorate those subordinates who died on the way to escape.

The other surviving pirates were driven to the center of the town by the Nightborne to witness this cruel scene.

This is also how Annie helped Bo Laike and the undead pirate stand up.

As for the treasures on the island, they are being counted by Quartermaster Yudora and her Vulpey pirates. In the early morning of tomorrow, some of these treasures will be distributed to all the pirates who participated in the attack on Rogue Harbor. .

On the quiet shores of Rogue Harbor, three ghost captains sit around a bonfire, and before their eyes, there are a lot of seaweed shellfish and strange clumps of garbage on the coast.

Those are the "corpses" left by the undead from Hell after they retreated.

"boom"

Bu Laike threw the big bag in his hand in front of Grayson and Captain Al Reiss, and ruthlessly smashed a small crab to death. He sat himself on the rotten log by the fire, took out the dwarf's pipe, filled it with tobacco, and said:

"Both of your ghost ships need repairs.

The keel is installed here, which can strengthen the defense of your ship. As for the wood needed for repairing the ship, I also have a plan, and I will look for it in a few days.

This is precious material, and I wouldn't have given it to you if you hadn't done a great job tonight. "

"Thank you Commander."

Captain Grayson was already very familiar with Bu Laike, he gave a doggy thank you, and he was not polite, opened the bag and hummed a song, took the keel from it, and prepared to replace his beloved boat in a while.

While the bonfire was crackling and burning, Al Reiss, like a skinny old man, wearing a crumpled pirate trench coat and a battered pirate hat, did not move.

Leaning on his rusty command knife, the old pirate stared at Bo Laike on the other side of the campfire with a strange look.

After several seconds of silence, the old captain said:

"Greyson told me, your surname is Proudmoore? Is it the Proudmoore from Kul Tiras?"

"There are actually quite a few people with the surname Proudmoore in the Eastern Continent. But when everyone mentions this surname, the first reaction is the Kul Tiras family."

Bu Laike replied without looking up:

"Does my surname bother you? Your Excellency Al Reiss."

"Troubled?

Such a polite word really doesn't seem like a pirate would say it.

Although you wear pirate clothes, although you mix with a group of pirates, let them awe you.

Although you are dressed exactly like a pirate, and although you are trying your best to look like a ruthless and stinky pirate, you are not the same as us. "

The old captain sneered, sneered with his voice that could scare a crying child, and then rudely spat aside.

He said to Bo Laike:

"The smell from you, the smell of sea water and gunfire, reminds me of some very bad memories."

"Oh?"

Bo Laike put the pipe in his mouth but did not light it. He looked at the old pirate in front of him and said:

"Bad memories refer to the fact that nearly seventy or eighty years ago, you and your North Sea pirates were driven from Tol Barad to the sea of ​​Northrend by my grandfather commanding the fleet like driving mice away. something?

I guess, that failure must have made you heartbroken and broke your heart. It must be a pity to hear that you fled to Rogue Harbor and died of illness a few years ago, right?

When you swallow your last breath, you must be thinking about the most failed scene in your life.

Even if I don't know much about you, I can feel the regret and resentment in your heart. You must want to draw your sword and hack me to death now. It doesn't matter, I won't laugh at you because of your failure.

I know that if I had been in command of the North Sea pirates at that time, I would not have done better than you in the face of my grandfather's Kul Tiras fleet, which had not yet reached its prime, but was already showing its ferociousness. "

Bu Laike paused, his eyes turned from the old pirate to the burning bonfire in front of him, he seemed to see something from the bonfire, and he said:

"I didn't actually meet my grandfather, I heard my father tell about him, and my grandfather regarded defeating you and your North Sea pirates as a victory to be proud of.

You may not know that in a certain hall of Proudmoore Fortress, there is still an oil painting of that year's battle hanging on the wall, which was painted by my grandfather himself.

The you on that screen is much more majestic than the current you.

The present you are nothing but a forgotten ghost who has long since died with hatred, and turned into a dead soul in anger, only knowing self-pity, wandering alone in the cold wind of the frozen sea.

Al Reiss, my grandfather's rival, is dead.

Now you, don't talk about revenge, as long as you dare to leave here, under the pursuit of Hela's servants, it will be difficult for you to survive.

Hela needs a pirate strong enough to hunt me down, and you are the perfect fit. "

He looked at the angry Al Reiss and said:

"Men don't talk dark words, I have taken a fancy to your 'Sister of Mercy', and my fleet needs such a gunboat that can project a lot of firepower.

You can choose to join us.

You can also leave with your treasure, or even join Hela.

I will not force you. "

"Have you ever negotiated like this? Apart from fighting against each other, there is no sincerity at all!"

The old captain Al Reiss cursed:

"When you invite others to join the gang, you want to say something and promise something. Even if it is a lie, you have to go through a formality. You miser, but you are not even willing to give me a lie.

Hateful Bilge Rat, scion of Proudmoore, what do I gain by inviting me into your fleet? "

"No, I'm not stingy at all."

Bu Laike picked up a burning stick in the bonfire in front of him, lit his pipe, and when the first puff of smoke covered his cheek, he said:

"I will bring you back to Tol Barad after so many years.

I will give you a battleground against the Kul Tiras fleet again at sea.

I'll let you enjoy what it's like to sail your own boat in Boralus Harbour, like no one else.

After you helped me destroy the Church of the Storm and defeat the proud warriors of Kul Tiras, I can even allow you to enter the Proudmoore family graveyard.

Let you personally hand a glass of wine in front of my grandfather's tombstone, and then mock him to your heart's content.

I am a benevolent ruler and will become a generous king in the future. "

The pirate glanced at the old pirate who was already standing on the other side of the bonfire. He took off his pipe, exhaled a wisp of white smoke, and said softly:

"And you, poor ghost, know nothing of my generosity."

(end of this chapter)