Azeroth’s Death Track

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What should a ghost ship look like?

Shabby, decaying, with sails full of holes, hanging alone on the sea road before death, seafarers who were unwilling to die sang the lost songs in the mist, and regarded all living people who stepped into their territory as enemies , Kill everyone ruthlessly, and paint their blood in the cabin?

No, this is too one-sided.

In Tyrian’s perception, a ghost ship should look like this!

It has a thick, protected deck of death energy, a group of brave but self-conscious necromancers, a sturdy and tough captain, an artillery that can use alchemy bombs at the same time, and can fire magical shells if necessary , The excellent hiding ability that can be sailed at sea and underwater at the same time, and most importantly... the ability to self-grow.

Just like the current maritime kingship.

In the process of Dai Lin's conscription, the admiral made a special request to the King of Dark Blades. He bound his soul and his ship to make this battle fortress on the sea. Own a unique life, a greedy life, a terrible life, a life that can continue to evolve.

Soul Eater!

It feeds on souls. The more souls it eats, the stronger the battleship will be. Its bones will be stronger. Its firepower will be stronger. It can even be completely controlled at the cost of soul consumption imprisoned in the hull. A sea.

In the end, it will become the true master of the sea in endless killing, just like Dai Lin, this sea will let it gallop.

But it comes at a price...

It is **** with Dai Lin's soul. Once Dai Lin falls to truly eternal death, the ship will immediately greet its own end.

"Oh!"

The huge, fierce sea beast inherited from the demon of the thousand beards, Enzos, suspended the ugly body above the sea. Enzos was unwilling to give up his favorite soul, but as its messenger, this sea beast was also Fulfilling his mission.

It was blocked in front of Dai Lin's resurrected fleet, and the thick and tentacles swayed wildly in the sea, setting off a huge wave, and beside it, beating with the purple magic lines on its skin, the essence Sexual darkness stretched across the sea, and terrifying faceless people rushed out of the darkness. They held up their tentacle-like twisted arms and fired terrible waves of darkness, trying to defeat the fleet again.

While Dai Lin stood faceless on the bridge of the Sea Kingship, and behind him and his ship, the resurrected ghost warship slowly turned the bow and floated on the sea surface with floating ice and endless corpses. Offensive formation.

"Aren't we going to help him?"

The big lich and her majesty stood side by side on the ice floes on the coast. At his feet, Ms. Hayward Nazgar’s head was thrown there, and all her imagination had been lost in her fairy eyes, and her soul, Also imprisoned in the soul stone of the big lich, she will be honored as a test article to participate in the next soul experiment of the big lich.

Pray for her.

In the face of the big lich, Tyrion shook his head and said calmly:

"This is his battle, you know him... there is always some untimely pride, I don’t want to touch the anger of these strange subordinates on this first night... Let me worry."

"Maybe you should erase our divine wisdom, leaving only the instinct to fight, no wisdom, no worries, no resistance and resistance, self thinking is not a blessing for the dead, thinking too much There will always be some ideas that should not be."

The big lich's meaningful suggestion to:

"If you really plan to do this, I can voluntarily be the first guinea pig, and recently, after reading Mr. Medivh's notes, I have also made some breakthroughs in my research on the soul."

"Erase your wisdom and feelings, then who will you become?"

Tyrion gave a chuckle:

"Thinking and feelings, regret and pain, these are the foundations of a soul. If you don't have these, your existence will be meaningless. Besides, I am a person who is afraid of loneliness...noisy, It’s much stronger than death, and for the undead, the presence of feelings will make you stronger.”

The big lich also laughed:

"You are always so kind, your majesty."

"It is not good to describe a king with kindness...since I am so kind..."

Tyrion’s voice became lighter:

"Will you be thankful for my kindness?"

The big lich was silent for a moment, and then looked at the dark sea in front of him, he whispered:

"Yes, of course we will be grateful."

"boom"

Something was thrown from behind, rolling like a ball, colliding with the head of the sea witch Nazgar, the strange blue blood spilled all over the pale ice floe, wearing heavy armor, Saurfang Step by step from the cold water, he moved his shoulders and stood behind Tyrion and Khadgar.

"This Naga can play."

He stroked the heavy trident in his hand and said:

"And this loot is also good, close to it can hear the scream of the Kraken soul, I like..."

Tyrion glanced down at the white Siren with his eyes wide open. His eyes flicked:

"Well, Vaschi... appeared at the wrong time, died in the wrong place, Saurfang, you have to be careful, Vaschi is said to be Azshara's favorite maid, you killed her, The queen of the deep sea will not let you go too easily."

"boom"

The heavy, trident-carved portrayal of the undead rune was spotted on the surface of the ice floes, leaving a trace of cracks in the solid ice, and a light flashed in Saurfang's eyes. He said softly:

"Then let her come."

In the gaze of three high-level undeads, on the distant sea, the battle of Dai Lin's death fleet and the people of the abyss also reached the end.

"volley!"

Dai Lin shouted loudly:

"Send these ugly guys to hell!"

"Booming"

The artillery of the ghost battleships lined up in the darkness and made a clacking collision sound. Under the cold and precise aiming of the undead gunners, a round of rounds with a dark red halo spewed out from the muzzle and was in the air. After traversing the perfect trajectory, he smashed **** the heads of the surging faceless people. After the shells exploded, the icy death that pierced them like a sharp arrow pierced their bodies blessed by darkness, letting The smelly blood was everywhere in the sea.

The most powerful sea king, this warship that has become dark and deep in appearance, those artillery covered with seaweed barnacles, just like having their own lives, under the control of Dai Lin’s will, all the artillery His mouth was aimed at the wailing sea beast.

"boom"

The 32 heavy artillery fired in an instant, and it no longer scorched shells, but the magic energy of the cold heart of revenge, and the energized shells could still hear the devoured Naga soul. The scream, like 32 sharp light arrows, pierced the strong skin of the sea beast fiercely.

The tentacles dotted with purple spots waved fiercely in the painful screams of the sea beasts and smashed down madly towards the Sea King. The command knife in Dai Lin's hand waved, and the heavy cold blast wind hit hard. From the tentacles that fell from the sky, freeze the disgusting flesh sucker, the next moment, the admiral will jump from the deck, between the dark red light shining in the dark, three thick tentacles were ruthless at the same time Chop.

The stronger the power he had during his lifetime, the more power he can get from death after death. For a warrior like Dai Lin, the moment he was called up when his soul was intact, he had easily entered The ranks of the death lord, what he lacks now, is just a dragon blood that revitalizes the body.

The corrosive dark red halo wrapped around the sea animal's broken tentacle wound, preventing the flesh and blood from regenerating, Dai Lin fell back to the deck, he extended his hand, and his eyes radiated with blood red light respectfully handed a heavy fish The fork, the top of the dark harpoon, was covered with barbed blades. Dai Lin's fingers stroked on the top of the harpoon. A layer of beating death energy was wrapped around the harpoon.

The cold light was beating in his eyes. He took a few steps to the sculpture on the top of the Shanghai Kingship. In the hunting sea breeze, Dai Lin's gray hair fluttered. Between the broken cloak behind him, the energy of the death lord gathered on the left. Arm, the next moment, the whistling harpoon came out, and the whistling shells pierced the painful sobbing sea beast ahead.

"puff"

The harpoon pierced the sea beast's brain, then the second, the third, and in the earth-shattering roar, these successive sea beasts finally felt terrified, and they turned and ran, snorkeling towards the warm abyss, And the chain behind the harpoon was tightly tightened at this moment, and that huge force pulled the entire maritime kingship to float on the sea endlessly.

"This sea will no longer protect you!"

Dai Lin moved his neck, and in his grin, the Sea King made a loud noise, and the entire huge sea fortress slowly sank into the sea in the cheers of the undead sailors, but it was not sinking, but Actively enter the cold sea water.

It will continue to hunt its prey in the dark sea until it drains the last drop of blood, which is a gift from death.

"You guys, you shouldn't go into darkness so recklessly..."

"Your souls belong to me."

At the moment when Dai Lin sank into the water, a whispering whisper sounded beneath the surface of the sea, followed by disturbing dark waves of thought, and the big lich frowned, beside him, Terry Ang shook his head, and pulled out the apocalypse behind him, rushing into the deep sea like a dark lightning.

At the moment when he entered the sea, the big lich could vaguely see that the mysterious figure of Wagri Agatha also appeared in the sea water.

A moment later, a dull cry rang on the bottom of the sea. At the same time, the darkness that enveloped the sea suddenly dissipated at this moment. The figure of Tyrion quickly returned to the ice floe. He shook his blade, The moon-shaped blade was stained with purple blood that had to be noticed.

"Collect it, the blood of the ancient god, very precious."

Tyrion sealed the drop of blood and handed it to the big lich. He looked at the sea where the starlight reappeared. He said softly:

"The weakest person must have the consciousness of the weakest person...conspiracy and tricks can't change the real power contrast. This time, maybe Enzos can learn to be a little better..."

"It is said that the gods of the ancient times were sealed in their respective cages, but you can hurt his body... Could it be that they are out of trouble?"

The big lich asked with interest, and Tyrion shrugged:

"The Titans have left a big trouble for this world. The ancient gods and the world are only tightly integrated. It is difficult to say their current state, but it is a matter of time before they get out of trouble. We can’t kill them now. Unless the world grows to a stronger stage, but how to say, this is a disappointing topic, because... the method of communicating with the core of this world is not in our hands."

"Then are they enemies? Or?"

The big lich asked again, this time Tyrion answered a lot:

"Of course, these ancient **** creations and their believers, kill one if they see each other, don't be soft."

"Wow"

Between the two talking, the Sea King, sinking into the sea, once again squeezed the sea water and appeared on the surface of the sea, and at the forefront of the battleship, on the mast obliquely pointing to the sky, the blood was hung from the end. The shrivelled body of the sea beast, its tentacles are weak like a deep sea, but this time, its owner has no way to save it.

While Dai Lin stood on the deck, in front of him, kneeling Lord Thorsson trembling, his master also abandoned him.

The cold command knife rests on Lord Stormsong's twisted flesh. Dai Lin does not need this traitor to confess. He looks at him coldly and Shen Sheng said:

"Stozon's original bloodline of glory will be absolutely heir... starting with you! As for your master, I will find it!"

"puff"

Between the wrist flips, the twisted head was between the smelly blood sprays, and it hit the deck weakly. Lord Stormsong’s soul seemed to retain the human body. In the greedy whimper of the Sea King, this twist Was dragged by an invisible hand and pulled into the deep cabin with a horrified face.

What followed was a chew that people couldn't bear to listen to.

"So, my admiral, did my inner anger dissipate?"

Tyrion's voice rang behind Dai Lin. The Admiral shook his head and reached out to straighten his captain's cap. His blue eyes looked back at the calm sea. After a while, he said:

"Not yet, far away... I'm going to meet Queen Azshara, "visit" her undersea empire, ask her, what do she think about my death, and the sea King Power is hungry...have you heard? It is very hungry..."

"how long it takes?"

"One or two months."

Dai Lin looked back at Tyrion without much emotion in his eyes. He reached out and took off the pendant of the silver anchor hanging from his neck and handed it to Tyrion:

"Help me give it to my daughter or son... and then tell them that I am dead and never come to me."

Tyrion took the silver anchor pendant. He looked at it in front of him. The little pendant shone with a mysterious light. It was not a mortal thing at first glance. The King of Dark Blades put it away , He said to the indifferent admiral:

"There is a fleet of ghosts I prepared for you off the coast of Stranglethorn. I call it... Crimson Sword."

"What is this name?"

Dai Lin scolded, then waved impatiently:

"Leave if you are fine, I am going to do my business."

"It's yours anyway."

Tyrion shrugged, and before the portal opened by the big lich shining, he turned back to look at Darin with his back to him. He said softly:

"If you can’t find Naga, you can go to see the sea off Tol Barad. I heard that the underwater city called Vasquel is beautiful... don’t forget to give it to you after you destroy it. I bring some souvenirs."

"In addition, Dai Lin, welcome to join Dark Blade."

A moment later, under the icy moonlight night, the fleet sailing on the dark sea slowly submerged in the rolling sea water in the desolate singing of the sailors, leaving only splashes of water, but nowhere to be seen.

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