Azeroth Shadow Trail

Chapter 70 69. Shout Out To Daddy To Beat You Up!

Chapter 70 69. Shout out to Daddy to beat you up!

Nanhai Town, a town that originally belonged to humans on the hills of Hillsbrad, occupies the best natural port on this land and is the most important maritime trade hub in the entire northern border.

Although it is called Nanhai Town.

But it's actually the size of a small city.

It is also adjacent to the Khaz Modan sea area, so when the Battle of Northern Border began, this port city became the first stronghold for the orc army to attack.

After a fierce fight nearly two months ago, the orcs smashed it into ruins and occupied it.

According to Orgrim's strategy, after owning a natural harbor like Nanhai Town, the orcs pieced together and bought a huge "fleet" from Azeroth's local creature goblins, which should also support land forces at sea. war.

According to the great chief's idea, only the fleet needs to set sail, and the orc soldiers can be carried to land directly on the northern coast of the Kingdom of Lordaeron, so that they can jump out of the layers of defenses set up by Marshal Lothar.

But he thought well.

The reality was cruel. The orcs divided a third of the "fleet" into an attempt to make a long-distance voyage, but they directly bumped into the second fleet of Kul Tiras.

Admiral Dailin Proudmoore personally commanded the fleet, and that meeting happened to be when the news of Prince Drake's death came out.

That naval battle turned out badly.

Dailin, who was furious to avenge her son, led a Kul Tiras fleet to sweep away twice as many orc wrecks as her own in less than an hour on the sea.

In that battle, Dai Lin issued a lore order to the fleet sailors.

They didn't let a single orc escape, and the sea in northern Xinjiang was dyed red that day.

This is by no means an exaggerated description.

After that battle, Orgrim Doomhammer thoroughly saw the gap between the Horde and the Alliance's sea power, which was a desperate gap.

As a result, the orc's "fleet construction" plan was completely stranded.

South Sea Town has also become the rear of the orcs. All the broken ships are parked in the port, and they dare not go out at all. The fleet of Kul Tiras, which is elusive in the sea, stares at them like a pack of wolves.

If it wasn't for the Red Dragon of the Dragonmaw Clan to guard the fleet here, Dai Lin would have brought his own sailors in.

On the pier of Southshore Town, the last batch of lumbering ogres from the Twilight's Hammer clan carried supplies and boarded a large ship specially selected for them.

And Gul'dan still maintained his classic dress.

Leaning on a bone staff, standing on the deck of the best battleship that the Shadow Council could find, under the sea breeze, this old warlock seemed to have a little bit of vigor.

A huge figure stood respectfully behind Gul'dan.

That was an ogre.

A rare two-headed ogre, born from stupid ogres, is a magical being of wisdom and strength. It is called Cho'gall.

These are actually two names.

Because it has two heads, two minds, double wisdom, double thinking, and double happiness.

Sharing one body, one soul.

One of them is called Goo, and the other is called Gal.

This guy was very interesting when he spoke. Two mouths opened at the same time, and he divided the words that one person could finish into two people to describe.

"Dear Gul'dan, respected mentor. (Everything is ready, we can set sail!)"

The ogre's three eyes stared at its mentor, revealing a simplicity that matched its figure. It looked around the sea and moved its strong and powerful body uncomfortably.

It seems to hate this unreliable sea.

"But there is still a small problem, honorable mentor. (We have no guides, no navigators, we have captured human sailors, but no one knows where the tomb of Sargeras is.)"

It cautiously said to Gul'dan:

"Going into the sea without a guide is just lost. (I don't doubt your dark wisdom, just a prudent concern.)"

"Do not worry."

Gul'dan closed his eyes, and the great warlock was even in the mood to feel the coolness of the sea breeze. He waved his hand and said in a low tone:

"I will be the navigator. The tomb of the dark god is in my memory. It is calling me. I can feel that power inviting me.

I must respond.

set sail!

Set sail now! "

The great warlock gave an order.

Soon, these seven or eight ships staggered out of the port under the clumsy operation of the orc sailors, and under the leadership of the flagship, they plunged into the boundless sea in the distance.

The ogre Cho'gall was a little hesitant and puzzled, and looked at Gul'dan's back with a little fear.

It feels that its mentor is not quite right now.

This great warlock is as cunning, vicious, and fearsome as ever, but now, there seems to be something more in its spirit and thinking.

An impatience and eagerness that should not belong to a warlock.

It was as if something was deliberately disturbing his thinking, making him desperately want to obtain the power he longed for. For this reason, Gul'dan even abandoned the calmness and thinking that a warlock must have.

He seemed to be blinded by something.

This made the ogre Cugall have some bad premonitions in his heart. Its three eyes turned around, hesitating whether to remind the mentor.

or.

Do some necessary "preparation" in advance.

The ogre sat cross-legged on the side of the boat, thinking, this simple-looking and stupid guy has an exquisite mind that meets the standards of a warlock.

It subconsciously dipped its magic power into the Fang Bing cold sea water, using it as an unconscious action while thinking, which was nothing in the first place, at most it disturbed a few fish.

But ten minutes later, under Gugall's surprised gaze, a fat fish, wagging its tail, jumped out of the sea and landed on its feet.

It's like delivering fish to your door.

"Hahaha, there's something to eat. (Good food delivered to your door.)"

Its two heads laughed at the same time, grabbing the sea fish and wanting to feast on it.

But the moment he picked up the fish, the ogre saw a strange light emanating from the staring eyes of the sea fish in his hand.

At the same time, a chaotic and dark voice that seemed to be absent also sounded in its mind.

"Son of the Void. Foolishly step into a trap where nothing but death goes to Kalimdor. Beneath the endless sands. Awaken the Old Ones"

"Snapped"

The fish in Cho'gall's hand was crushed by its ten fingers, and blood and flesh splashed everywhere, representing the fear and panic in the heart of the ogre.

Its biggest secret, revealed by a fish?

It glanced at Gul'dan in horror, and found that its mentor was unaware of his current situation, just like the voice of darkness, only it could hear.

Koogall calmed down quickly, turned its three eyes, and continued to sit cross-legged as if nothing happened, stuffing the broken fish in its hands into its two mouths.

In the depths of its three eyes, there is an extremely excited light beating.

It turns out that in this world, there is also the power of the void, and it is hidden deep under this sea. Hearing the meaning of the voice of darkness, there is more than one old god in this world?

great!

That's great.

Playing fel and dealing with demons doesn't end well.

Now that I have found the power of the void that I am sincerely looking for, it is time to kneel down at the feet of the new owner. As for Gul'dan, as for his mentor's path to becoming a god

whispering sound.

forget it.

My mentor just used a gorgeous betrayal to stab Orgrim Doomhammer in the heart. As a disciple of the mentor, I learned from him and betrayed him at a critical moment

Isn't that what a qualified warlock should do?

Why feel guilty?

My own mentor, seeing that I have learned so well from him, he should feel gratified.

The ogre quickly made up its mind. It pretended to stretch out its arms, and yawned with both mouths at the same time, apparently planning to take a nap.

But it didn't notice either.

In fact, even Gul'dan didn't notice that behind their "fleet", under the cold deep sea, there was a ghost ship silently following them.

Just a few hundred meters below the sea, covered by mist in the sea, the boat was full of silent undead, except for two living people who shouldn't be there.

Bu Laike stood on the deck of the Naglfar, raised his head, and looked at the fleet above through the dark sea water and the pale light refracted by the sun on the sea surface.

Under the hood, there was a weird smile on the corner of his mouth.

He glanced at his character card again.

Character Card: "Orc Enemy" Drake Proudmoore (B Laike Shaw)

Information: slightly

(In the future, these data will be placed at the end of the chapter, in the author's words, in order to reduce the number of words.)

The group of data representing strength is always floating in front of my eyes. Compared with before, when the ranger class was promoted to level 30, two new talents were added:

Sniper Master: When charging for more than five seconds while sniping, the proficiency of sniper combat skills is regarded as +1.

Marked for Death: Hunter's Mark provides Combat Skill Proficiency, which is considered +1.

There is also a "tracking" skill.

It is not directly used for combat, but it can be used to track multiple creatures of the same kind within a short period of time and within the range of perception according to the ranger's understanding of the life information of different creatures.

It can be regarded as an enhanced version of the hunter's mark, but the duration is relatively short, and it does not enjoy the combat effect bonus of the death mark.

In addition, in the assassin skills, there are more active skills learned under Garona's teaching, such as chokehold, sap, armor penetration, disarm, and kidney shot.

And Bu Laike has practiced them to the current extreme within a limited time.

He closed his eyes and activated his tracking skills. In the next moment, the breath of life belonging to the orcs floated densely within his perception range, just like a radar was activated.

"come over!"

A few minutes later, Laike beckoned and called a Kvaldir mist warrior who walked slowly like a zombie, and handed it a drift bottle in his hand.

Looking into the eyes of the three-meter-tall undead vrykul with green ghostly fire, he gave the order:

"I know that Hablon will not let you support me in fighting, and I don't need your help in fighting. Now, send this drifting bottle to the surface of the sea.

Send it to any Kul Tiran warship!

You can always complete this task, right? "

The tall vrykul undead nodded silently, without refuting, turned around and left with the drift bottle, and soon a cloud of mist burst out of the Naglfar, galloping towards the northern sea.

"What are you doing?"

In the shadows behind Bu Laike, Garona asked in a low voice:

"You plan to find your compatriots to intercept Gul'dan?"

"No, no, I have to do more than that."

Bu Laike narrowed his eyes, staring at the shadows on the sea, and said:

"I will summon the sea king of Azeroth, and I will give him a chance to avenge his son who died in battle. It would be best if he can kill Gul'dan directly on the sea, lest we go to risk.

But even if we can't kill it, it's no loss to us.

Gul'dan took three thousand people to sea, and we only have two people, we have no chance of winning if we don't weaken them severely, let alone."

The pirate paused, breathed a sigh of relief, and said softly:

"I also really want to see how my king, Dailin Proudmoore, gallops across the sea."

"I hope this revenge can make the pain of losing his son lessen in his heart."

Character Card: Derek Proudmoore (B Laike Shaw)

Status: Mortal Body. Hell Envoy. Far Traveler - Lone Wolf

Class: Level 30 Pirate/Level 30 Ranger/Empty

Legendary Class: None

Mythical Class: None

Titles: Prince of Kul Tiras, Spirit Hunter, Orc Enemy, Dragon Slayer, Troll Slayer

Equipment: Magicweave Bag X4, Tidal Charm, Imitation Blade Fist, Thrashing Blade, Dwarven Hook Lock, Stonemason Brotherhood Armor, BKP Sparrow Spear, Lantrisor's Warblade, Flame Blade Sanksu.

Talents: Old Sea Dog, Intermediate Shadow Affinity, Shadow Walking, Drunkard, Raiding for a Living, Weapon Master, Notorious, Perception Enhancement, Farstrider, Hunting Thrill, Sniper Master, Marked for Death, Proudmoore Bloodline (Seal of Hate )

General skills:

Kul Tiran Military Swordsmanship (Master)

Pirate Combat (Master)

Fist of the Tides (Master)

Deadly Throw (Master)

Seamanship (Master)

Pirate skills:

Stealth (Master)

Grappling Hook (Master)

Sinister Strike (Proficient)

Shadow Step (Mastery)

Garrote (Proficient)