Azeroth Shadow Trail

Chapter 95 5. Wisdom (Yin) Wisdom (Conspiracy) of Stinky Pirates

"You look ugly in that way! Your blindfolds are disgusting!"

Three days later, on the poop of the deck, the bearded Red Blackhand was helping his weaker brother as he came out of the cabin to bask in the sun, and beside them was a guard of five big and three thick orc warriors.

Chief Red, who was always in a bad mood, saw that Laike was steering the warship with his hands on the rudder, and he sneered mercilessly.

"well enough?"

When Bo Laike heard the orc's complaints, he was not provoked at all, because he knew that Red Blackhand could only talk about it.

Everything is under control, except for some restless factors.

But restless factors are also under control.

It's just that the six-day voyage made his clothes emit an unpleasant smell, which is sad, but the good news is that the first beard has finally grown on his burned cheek.

This means that his injury is improving.

He pushed the blindfold on his right eye and glanced at the equipment bar of the character Kari. The shape of the blindfold covering his right eye is really not very beautiful.

But its entries are pretty good.

The classic equipment belonging to the classic old world version in his memory:

Eye of Red

Excellent quality

Strengthen critical strike. Strengthen protection. Strengthen precision

The last two entries are nothing more than the entry that strengthens the critical strike, which is the first time Laike has seen it. This is probably the "critical strike" attribute in the game.

Apparently a rare magical attribute in the real world.

And best of all, with the blindfold on his right eye, he looks more and more like a pirate.

Now it's just a pirate hat.

There are also several orcs guarding Bu Laike, as well as his newly recruited dog-legged warlock Diga Xieyan.

They all carry weapons, loyally guarding the pirates, and seem to be ready to show their "bravery" at any time.

These thirty orcs were "carefully selected" by Tiga Xieyan, and belonged to the first crew of Bu Laike.

They are all orcs from the Raiding Clan, former acquaintances and subordinates of Xieyan, these cunning guys, in fact, do not obey Captain Laike very much in their hearts.

But compared to the more than 300 grinning orcs with black teeth staring at their heads all the time, they were at an absolute disadvantage.

Apart from hugging Laike's thighs, unless they are willing to jump into the sea, there is no other way for them to survive.

In such a predicament, even if these thirty orcs were unwilling, they could only obediently become Braike's first batch of "die-hard loyalists".

And the new pirate captain also knows that the establishment of majesty and power cannot be completed overnight. Fortunately, there is plenty of time left for him.

He was not in a hurry to gather these scumbags who originally served the Shadow Council, but chatted with the orc warlock Xieyan who was playing with the Breaker Talisman, pretending to be fierce, and calling himself the "first mate".

"Diga, do all of you warlocks have your own magic tome?"

Bu Laike glanced at the "Grimoire Creation" skill in the character card, turned the steering wheel, and asked a casual question.

"The Grimoire?"

When Xieyan heard this question, he immediately blinked his single eye, and said in a strange tone:

"That is indeed a necessary magic weapon for a warlock.

But only high-level warlocks have the energy and qualifications to create their own magic tome, which generally records some advanced and obscure fel shadow spells.

Or solidify some magic that can be activated only by injecting magic power.

Captain, you can understand it as a handbook for high-ranking warlocks. I once had my own grimoire, but it was a pity that it was destroyed by demons in that damned tomb. "

"Well, that's really a pity."

Bu Laike shook his head and asked again:

"Do you need any materials to make the Grimoire?"

Xieyan's gaze became more and more strange. The hunched blood ring orc warlock thought for a moment and asked softly:

"With all due respect, Captain, you are not a warlock, even if you know these steps, you still..."

"whoosh"

A small cloud of shadowy sparks flashed on the tip of Laike's left finger in the combat glove, and he glanced back at the stunned evil eyes, a smile on his blindfolded face.

He said:

"It's just the secret of shadow and evil energy, it has been learned and understood by me, if I ask you anything, you can answer it honestly.

Dear Xieyan, I don't really like people guessing my mind. "

"Yes, yes, Captain."

The orc warlock hurriedly lowered his head.

Surprise echoed in his heart, even though warlock spells really don't pay much attention to talent, but Xieyan is an old cunning who got into the high-level warlock in the Shadow Council after all.

He has never seen anyone who can become a warlock from scratch within a few days, which is too fast.

Even the legendary young Gul'dan was not so quick when he met the Demon King and was granted the power of fel energy!

"Slackers! Stand up for me! Full sail and tilt to the southwest! The sea breeze has changed, don't you feel it? Quick!"

Laike made a small show of his hand and shocked the orc warlock. While turning the steering wheel, he yelled at the deck, making the black-toothed orcs pull the sail with ropes.

His order was quickly carried out.

In the past six days, thanks to Black Hand's co-starring and Garona's "secret action", after inexplicably killing seven or eight bastards who provoked Bu Laike at night, his captain's position has been somewhat stabilized.

Seeing the obedience of the black-toothed orc sailors, he nodded in satisfaction, but soon noticed a group of black-toothed orcs gathered on the edge of the deck, whispering something.

From time to time, he glanced in his direction.

Thanks to the heightened sense of being on the sea, Laike could feel the unkind eyes of those black-toothed orcs, which made his hand tighten on the steering wheel

After another glance at the endless sea area behind him, he began to think in his heart.

A few minutes later, his gaze was placed on Maim Blackhand who was being supported to walk on the deck.

This young man from the Black Hand family was thrown into the chasing demon group by Gul'dan in the tomb of Sargeras before, and was severely burned by the evil energy.

If it wasn't for the sudden appearance of the Deep Sea Naga, he would probably have died there.

But this guy's vitality is very strong, and he crawled back from the tomb of Sargeras on his own. In the past few days, Xieyan has been using the soul stone to replenish his vitality.

Bo Laike had seen that "treatment" scene.

The warlock used the octopus caught from the deep sea to absorb the vitality, and then poured the vitality into the soul stone, and then roughly stuffed the soul stone into the patient's mouth for him to chew, so as to obtain the supplement of vitality.

The soul stone is essentially a magical container, absorbing souls is only one of its functions, and temporarily storing vitality is also one of its functions.

"Speaking of Maim Blackhand, you've been treating him, is he okay?"

Bu Laike asked softly:

"How long will it take for him to recover?"

"Quickly, Captain."

The orc warlock behind him bowed his waist and rubbed his hands. He was obviously an orc, but he showed a demeanor like a goblin, and said flatteringly to the captain:

"Before we set off, I have been feeding him the soul stone. Maim Blackhand has inherited the excellent blood of the Great Chief Blackhand. He has a strong vitality and a strong self-healing ability.

Now his damaged internal organs have almost healed, only the burns on his body are more troublesome. If he recklessly feeds him the soul stone, he will be able to fight in a few days.

But don't worry, captain, I've saved a hand. "

Xieyan looked at Maim's back with his single eye, lowered his voice, and said to Bu Laike in the sinister tone of a warlock:

"He's now 'hitting an old injury', if you need it."

"Well, it seems that the 'sugar' made by evil energy really shouldn't be eaten too much."

Bu Laike is also a warlock now, and he knows how many ways a warlock can use if he wants to harm someone, so he is not surprised at all that Dijia Xieyan is doing something secretly.

He waved his hands, and said to the orc warlock in a gentle tone:

"He is our friend now, continue to 'treat' him with heart."

"Yes, Captain."

Xieyan immediately accepted the order and smiled.

Then I saw Bu Laike let go of the steering wheel, turned to him and stretched out his hand and said:

"Do you have a ready-made spell for summoning demons? Give me a copy, this will be idle and idle, I will practice my hand."

"have."

The evil eye warlock, who is always haunted by the shadow of death, will never refuse his captain. When he hears that the captain wants a spell to summon the devil, he immediately regains his energy.

He opened his animal skin suitcase, and took out a large pile of strange-looking spell-casting materials from it.

Say to your captain:

"Here are the lowest-level imp seals, the summoning runes of the void walkers, the hound rubies for hellhounds, and the core of concentric trees for summoning succubi.

These are relatively weak demons. If you want to challenge your dark skills, captain, I also have a blood contract scroll for summoning demon guards.

And if the captain still feels that these challenges are not enough, I still have the core of hellfire, and the most dangerous doomguard magic cage.

But these two things are more dangerous. "

Cyclops looked at Bo Laike and said in a gentle tone that did not irritate the captain:

"Maybe Captain, you can start with low-level demons first. I don't doubt your strength, Captain, I'm just being cautious."

"Okay, this is not when you were in the Shadow Council, and it wouldn't make me happy to say so many flattering words."

Bu Laike glanced at the pile of things in the warlock's hand, hesitated for a while on the hellfire core emitting green light, and finally picked up a black imp seal.

This thing should be made of some kind of animal bone, engraved with twisted magic lines.

It is a devil language written in a specific way, and in the eyes of those who don't know how to do it, it is like a child's graffiti.

"The devil's sentence style is not bad, and the details of the bending are also perfect. It seems that you really have real talents. I have picked up talents."

Bu Laike stroked the magic seal and praised it.

Let the evil eye warlock let out a low and proud laugh. Although the Shadow Council is a gathering place for scumbags, Gul'dan doesn't want everything to recruit people.

Being able to work as a high-level warlock in it, and not die in the backstabbing and conspiracy of his companions, it proves that Xieyan is definitely not an idiot.

"Hey, black-toothed helmsman, come here, you will take the helm next, keep this course unchanged."

Bu Laike played with the little devil's seal, shouted to the black-toothed helmsman who was resting below the deck, and brought his "personal guards" into the cabin swaggeringly.

The black-toothed helmsman watched Bo Laike leave, and spat to the side in disdain. He grabbed the rope and jumped up to the stern deck nimbly, took over the steering wheel in a dignified manner, and steered the ship forward.

As for Bu Laike, when he jumped into the cabin, he looked back at the black-toothed helmsman standing in front of the rudder wheel.

A fleeting smile appeared on his face.

As a person who has served in the Kul Tiras fleet for several years, he knows how a ship's system should work, and has been taught many times by Dai Lin how to maintain the majesty of the captain on the ship.

A ship is a small army, and commanding it is no easier than governing an army.

The blacktooth's obedience is temporary.

Discontent has already begun to swell among these irascible orcs.

Now they are only afraid of Garona who is hiding in the dark, and Red is trying to appease them, but maybe in a few days, their patience with Braike, a domineering human being, will reach its limit.

There might even be a rebellion.

After all, counting the grievances between orcs and humans is too much.

"It's time for these idiots to realize what kind of guy is chasing after them. The pressure of death will unite this disjointed ship.

You should also realize that only by following me can you survive.

Pirates are so united.

Find a more dangerous foe for the disgruntled crew than the hated captain.

Daelin told me stories like this since I was a child. He wanted me to realize the cunning and ruthlessness of pirates, but I also learned the dark wisdom of those stinky pirates. "

Bu Laike played with the magic seal in his hand, thinking in his mind:

"The best thing is, I don't necessarily need so many orcs to set foot on the land of Zandalar with me to find Bwonsamdi. In the words of warlocks

Only the strong can go to the end.

I hope you are strong enough.

May you be stronger than death. "

PS:

Today, the two chapters are restored and updated, and they will be updated three times a day after they are put on the shelves, and let me save up the manuscripts.

(end of this chapter)