Shadow Trails in Azeroth

"The damn fog is approaching! There's less than two thousand yards left! They're still accelerating!"

The mist of Hades surging on the sea behind him gave up its outward expansion at this moment. Under the control of the soul-drawing man Habulon, the gray and cold mist seemed to be locked on the target, gathering and scattering like figures. It is thousands of troops galloping on the sea.

He transformed into various monsters and chased Blake's ship.

In the previous battles, everyone knew how difficult these damn Hell Mists were.

Once you are surrounded by it, you will immediately feel disoriented.

Under the shroud of mist, the ocean currents and sea winds will become chaotic and abnormal, but the half-giant undead of the Kvaldir Legion will not be affected as they charge through it.

And within the scope covered by the fog, those Kvaldir warriors will not really be killed.

In addition to Blake's ability as a soul hunter, who can tear souls into pieces and turn them into "experience", no matter how crazy the orcs resist, it is difficult to really hurt these Hades warriors.

In other words, in this last moment of escape, once it is shrouded in the fog of Hades, Blake and his ship will be doomed!

The end of the escape, so close at hand, will become as far away as the ends of the earth.

"boom"

Barrels of gunpowder were pushed out of the cabin by the orcs. According to Blake's request, they fixed the barrels of gunpowder all over the deck and stuffed many of them in the stern of the ship.

Several naval guns on the deck were also pushed into the gun positions. The orc gunners held torches and were ready for the artillery battle.

"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu"

The low and desolate sound of the Vrykul horn echoed in the fog that was getting closer and closer behind, and the sound of a large number of ships crossing the water also sounded on the sea.

The mist warriors of Kvaldir are sitting in their traditional dragon-headed longships, hiding in the mist, roaring and provoking the ships in front.

In the naval battle two days ago, Black, the betrayer of Hades, played a dirty trick and used the demon's surprise attack to interrupt the siege of the half-giant undead and escape.

In the eyes of these manic Kvaldir Mist warriors, this is already a great shame!

In the tens of thousands of years they have entered Hades and served Queen Hela, they have rarely encountered such a dilemma of being escaped by prey.

If the previous hunt was still full of sarcasm and contempt, for the upcoming battle, Habron had already sent out the real elite under his command.

Behind the spreading fog, the keel battleship Nagfar emerged from the depths of the sea again. This gloomy and evil ghost ship still retains traces of being destroyed and ignited by high-level demons.

This ghost ship was made by Queen Hela herself. Its hull can heal itself by devouring souls. Although the big hole on the deck has been repaired, the high-level demon's skull has also been made into a stern statue.

But Habron, who regarded it as a treasure, was still very dissatisfied.

He was standing on the bow deck of the ghost ship with a gloomy face, looking at the dilapidated ship ahead that was about to be completely shrouded in fog, his gray eyes full of ruthlessness.

This time, the cunning betrayer can't escape no matter what!

Ah, the long hunt is finally over.

He will eventually return to Hades with the soul of the betrayer, the treasure that should have been handed over to the Queen, and a victory to make up for the stupid mistakes he made with his own hands.

"Oh, it's still a little bit worse."

At the same time, with about twenty minutes left to sail from the coastline, Blake could already feel the cold wind brought by the vast mist behind him.

The evening sky above our heads quickly darkened again.

He shook his head and turned the helm in his hand sharply to the left, causing the ship that was speeding on the rising tide to make a sharp turn on the sea. A minute later, he swung the ship sideways.

Use the left string to fight the enemy.

"Reef the sails! Lower the anchor!"

The captain took his hands off the steering wheel and shouted to the orcs on the deck. The orcs were a little confused about this order. Shouldn't they run away now?

Are you giving up on escaping and going for a head-on confrontation?

Doubtless, under the prestige that Black had established, the orcs quickly threw the anchor into the sea and tried their best to furl the sail by less than half.

Blake stood on the deck with his hands on his hips, watching the fog that covered the sky roaring towards him.

He shook his head and said to the orcs behind him:

"You guys get on the boat and run. What happens next is a personal grudge between Mr. Hablon and I, and you are not qualified to participate."

"Captain! You."

A Ravage Orc exclaimed, but before he could finish his words, he saw Blake picking up the torch and placing his hand on a naval gun on the side of the ship.

The captain with the eyepatch looked back at him, and his cold gaze made the orc shut his mouth.

The infamous talent that was truly activated had a miraculous effect at this moment. Under Blake's gaze, the orcs obediently obeyed the order.

They scrambled to throw the last small boat into the water on the right string, and jumped out one by one, grabbing their weapons.

At the same time, Blake narrowed his eyes and slightly adjusted the naval gun in his hand.

Aiming at a ship looming in the fog in front of him, he threw another hunter's mark on a certain undead half-giant on the fastest dragon-headed long ship.

Like a bright shooting beacon.

As he pressed his left hand behind the ship's gun, his sniper skill was activated and began to accumulate power.

Two seconds later, the fuse of the medicine pack ignited.

After five seconds, the charge is completed.

Another second passed.

"boom"

With a loud noise, the naval gun exploded, repeating the power of the gun two days ago. The flying shells plunged into the fog with a dazzling red light.

While blasting the unlucky half-giant's undead body to pieces, it also sank the dragon-headed longship it was in from the middle, and triggered an explosion. At this moment, six rays of heat flowed into Black's arm.

Representing six half-giant undead, this sniper shot with Black's legendary proficiency killed them all in one shot.

The pirate who stepped out of the shadow like a floating cloak whistled.

He walked leisurely towards the second naval gun next to him again. This time, there was no shadow cloak to resist damage, so he had to use less force and no need for hunter's mark.

Just use sniping.

Do the same operation again, five seconds later

"Boom", another cannon blasted out, piercing the second dragon-headed longship head-on. This time, the power was not as powerful as the legendary blow, and the naval gun did not explode.

But there are still three pieces of experience recovered to Black.

He glanced at the experience bar and fired two shots. He was satisfied with the increase in experience. Unfortunately, the fog covered his face in the next moment, leaving Black no time to leisurely fire.

"Bang, bang"

The thick harpoon fired from the harpoon cannon penetrated the hull of the battleship from both sides, leaving Black alone.

Amid violent shaking, the five longships completed the first part of the gang-hopping battle with rough collisions.

The next second, more than twenty half-giant undead roared and jumped onto the deck like a brute herd.

Their armor is also rusty, but it is obviously more refined than the armor of the cannon fodder warriors two days ago, and their stature is also taller. These are Kvaldir elites.

It seemed that Black's escape two days ago really pissed off Habron.

"Ouch! I'm going to use your head covering as a bowl!"

A Vrykul undead who looked like a stormtrooper brandished two battle axes and roared loudly at Black. In a very Vrykul-style intimidation, he led his warriors to surround the lonely Black on the deck. stand up.

More and more vrykul undead rushed onto the deck.

Blake looked around and conservatively estimated that in just ten seconds, there were more than forty half-giant undead on the deck.

Together, these guys can defeat a few hundred heavy cavalry or an equal number of orc infantry. With his current strength, there is basically no solution for such a situation.

Doomed?

"I really don't want to use this.

God knows what side effects there will be after using it. I'm not a real demon hunter, but no inner demon can cooperate with it. But, the trump card thing

Isn’t it just used in this situation? "

Blake was surrounded by a group of half-giant undead, just like a child surrounded by a group of violent strong men. He looked pitiful and helpless.

The surrounding Vrykul undead sneered and advanced towards him, looking like they just wanted to hack him to death.

The pirates did not use weapons.

He held the Skull of Gul'dan hanging on a chain on his chest, looked around, and then gave an evil smile to the tallest Vrykul captain in front of him.

"Hell, Hela, Kvaldir. Suck!!!"

The next moment, amidst Blake's weird laughter, the shadows and evil magic surging on Gul'dan's skull poured into his body uncontrollably like a flood opening.

The legendary accessory Skull of Gul'dan comes with effects. Demonize and activate!

pain!

This is the first feeling of pirates.

The influx of violent magic power seemed to burst him open in an instant.

Thick shadows intertwined with evil magic, purple and dark green blended together. At this moment, it was like an eggshell, wrapping Blake's body in it.

In that severe pain, he even had the illusion that his body was changing.

strength!

This is Blake's second feeling.

The violent magic power poured into the body, bringing about a violent increase in power. Seeing that the situation was not good, the surrounding Vrykul undead swung their weapons and smashed the big eggshell in front of them.

But at the same moment, evil fire like a halo shot out in all directions, emitting a strong smell of sulfur.

The scorching ring of flames pushed back the fire-fearing Hell Undead, but failed to harm them any further. But the problem was, there were more than just them on the deck.

There were also powder barrels arranged around in advance.

Those explosive things were swept across by this round of dark green flames and were immediately ignited. Amidst the harsh sound of burning fire lines, the explosives piled up on the entire ship entered a countdown.

"boom"

A few seconds later, a deafening explosion echoed in the fog of Hades. Habron, who was standing on the front deck of the Nagfar, also raised his head at this moment.

I saw a ball of fire bursting and dancing at the end of the fog.

The betrayer's ship exploded!

This is a trap!

"Is he crazy?"

Habron's gray eyes shone with astonishment. He had felt clearly before that Black's betrayer was on that ship, but now he blew up the ship himself.

Is this suicide?

No.

wrong!

Not suicide!

Blake's soul has not returned to the soul leader, he is not dead yet!

And there is a violent force rising in the fog ahead!

With the stench of demons and the vibrations of shadow.

etc.

Habulon's face changed slightly. He looked at the soul-inducing lamp in his hand. The pale light was shining continuously, representing some kind of ominous warning.

The souls of the elite Kvaldir sent there are rapidly decreasing!

They are being slaughtered!

Being massacred by a monster at a terrifying speed!

The worst thing is that the souls whose bodies disappeared were supposed to return to the Nagfar for rebirth, but none of them could come back!

It was as if there was a soul-catching monster that had just crawled out of the sea and was devouring souls and enjoying a destructive feast.

"accelerate!"

The soul leader was startled and immediately roared towards the deck behind him. The Nagfar, which was originally moving forward at a constant speed, immediately accelerated and headed towards the direction of the previous explosion.

What happened there?