Shadow Trails in Azeroth

Outside the Zandalari Island, in the icy water, the Nagfar was parked quietly in the deep sea.

It is like a resting dark sea beast, quietly hiding in the shadow of the sea. The bright moon in the sky shines on the sea, refracting a cold light that penetrates into the seabed, but can only shine on the ship. The corner of the bow.

Habulon, the soul attractor, sat cross-legged in the moonlight refracted by the sea water.

He seemed to be meditating.

But in fact, it is helping to repair the Naqfar. This ship has its own life and can use the consumption of souls to restore the damage to the ship.

In both encounters with Black, the Naqfar was injured, although not seriously, but for Hablon, the ship meant more to him than anything else.

He could not allow his ship to be in incomplete form.

As for the soul consumed

Most of the orcs in the boat were killed.

Some living souls were given to the Nagfar to be devoured.

On the deck behind him, the previously noisy pirates of the Mist of Kvaldir were now very quiet. Two consecutive defeats had made Habron extremely disappointed with them.

The guys who fell into hell and suffered are still maintaining their sanity. Of course, they will not jump out at this time to touch Habulon's bad luck.

Besides, these pirates had been massacred by the demonized spirit hunter Black in the previous battle, and the entire vanguard was now reduced in number.

They also need to rest.

"Um?"

With his eyes closed, Habulon suddenly felt a vibration originating from the soul-inducing lamp in his hand.

He opened his gray eyes and glanced down. Outside the soul-inducing lamp placed in front of him, there was a broken white light returning to his lamp like a homecoming.

That is the death power belonging to Queen Hela.

Very weak.

But Habron recognized it. After all, it was he who gave the soul-inducing lamp he had carried to Black as proof of his service to Hades.

Now that this ray of divine power has returned, it means

"The soul-inducing lamp of the traitor Black was broken?"

A trace of suspicion flashed in Habulon's eyes.

Every soul-inducing lamp in Hades is precious, and is endowed with the divine power of Queen Hela. The power of the mortal world can only interfere with but cannot destroy it.

Only Bwonsamdi, who is also the god of death, can break the soul-inducing lamp and throw this ray of divine power back without any damage at the same time.

In other words, Black had already come into contact with Bwonsamdi, and also handed over the soul of the orc warlock Gul'dan sealed in his lamp to Bwonsamdi.

A surge of anger rose in Habulon's heart.

That was supposed to be a treasure dedicated to Queen Hela! But got it by the vulgar troll Death.

However, the situation is a bit subtle.

The soul attractor felt the connection at the soul level, and he clearly felt that the hell curse cast by himself was still on Blake's soul.

Still the same as before, protected by a soul barrier.

Bwonsamdi accepted the "gift" but didn't help?

Or did it deceive Blake and get the offering, but not give him the reward he deserved?

"Hahaha"

The soul attractor let out a low and hoarse laugh, which was the joy from the bottom of his heart, the joy of seeing someone's misfortune.

"As expected of you, cunning and ruthless Bwonsamdi."

Habulon stood up in the deep sea. The moonlight shining down from the sea still only illuminated the corner where he was, but the soul-drawing man already had the answer in his heart.

He stretched out his hand and touched the cold sea water flowing in front of him and around him. He felt the slight resistance and thought in his heart:

"Bwonsamdi has returned the queen's divine power, which already represents its attitude. It is unwilling to get involved in this rebellion in Hades, and it did not help Black get rid of the curse.

But the gaze from Hades still fell on the Nagfar.

Therefore, what Bwonsamdi means is that as long as it is not covered by its death power, as long as it does not interfere with the operation of his death kingdom.

No matter how I deal with the betrayer, can it pretend it didn't see it?

Ah, what a weak Shinigami who understands the general situation. "

The spirit attractor narrowed his eyes.

Without saying a word, he stretched out his gray-white left hand forward.

As his will moved, the keel battleship hovering in the deep sea and the ghost ship Nagfar also slowly moved forward.

Like an awakened dark sea beast, it silently paddled through the deep water and poured into the colder depths of the ocean.

Bwonsamdi had already given his answer.

Then, the pursuit of the traitors should continue.

Despite the loss of the treasure dedicated to the Queen.

But Black Shaw, a guy who showed cunning wisdom and strong potential during the pursuit, and who was born with the ability to absorb souls, could also be a treasure that extinguished the queen's anger.

Habron glanced back before disappearing into the icier depths.

These Kvaldir Mist pirates under the queen just look powerful, they urgently need a commander who is powerful enough, they need a commander.

Blake could still be the vanguard of Hades' war effort.

But be sure to put a dog leash around that guy's neck first.

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"Bwonsamdi doesn't seem to be helping you, but you don't seem sad at all. Why?"

On the way out of Hades, Red Blackhand found a clean pool and took a bath. He followed Black with a sword on his back. The orc asked in a low tone:

"You have lost your last hope. Shouldn't you act more desperate? Why can you still have that smile that doesn't deserve a beating on your face?

And is it an illusion? "

Chief Blackhand said suspiciously:

"Why does it feel like after you met Bwonsamdi once, your smile became even worse?"

"I don't want to answer that question."

The human pirate waved his hand, suppressed the uncontrollable smile on his face, and said:

"I don't want to tell you the answer, because your orc brain probably can't understand such complicated things."

"What did you say!"

When Reid heard this, he bared his teeth.

His hand touched the handle of the knife behind him, and his eyes became dangerous. But his brother Maimu, who was walking aside, stretched out his hand to stop his brother's reckless action.

Maim Blackhand glanced at Black, and he said to Red:

"Brother, haven't you seen it yet? The reason why he is not disappointed is because he has already got what he needs from the troll Death.

His deal with Death was complete.

After coming out of Hades, he took us all the way west. Perhaps, the hope of saving his soul is there? "

"Oh, I didn't realize that orcs are such smart guys."

When Black heard what Maim said, he grinned, rubbed his chin, and said to Maim Blackhand:

"I underestimated you before. Maybe your brain is more suitable for being a chief than your brother. A clan will definitely develop and grow faster in your hands than in your brother's hands.

Red, I suggest you step aside and give way to someone more powerful. "

This obvious attempt to sow discord did not fall into the trap of the Blackhand brothers.

Red just curled his lips, not wanting to talk to the bad guy Black any more, but Maim came over.

The young orc with severe burn marks on his face looked around and asked in a low voice:

"What's your plan? Can you tell me?"

"Why do you want to know?"

Blake glanced at him and said:

"Our relationship isn't good enough to exchange secrets, right?"

"Because compared to my brother, I personally appreciate your strategy."

Maimu said calmly:

"Since our father's death, my brother and I have had a very bad time in the tribe. In order to survive, we had to pretend to be deaf and dumb in front of Orgrim and pretend to obey him.

We learned a lot from those difficult days.

But after meeting you, I realized that my brother and I have not grown up enough.

We want to inherit our father's legacy and establish an orthodox tribe.

This life is too difficult.

I know that my brother made a deal with you. You will give us something to prove Gul'dan's death and let us take it back to Orgrim.

Guarantee that the two of us will not be killed by that cunning chief in the name of shameful failure.

But that's not enough! "

Maimu Black touched the two one-handed swords hanging on his waist. There were also several black throwing axes on his waist. He said to Black:

"Your actions along the way have taught me a lot. If you were also an orc, I would ask you to be my mentor now and teach me the dark wisdom of long-term planning.

tell me.

What's your plan? "

Blake took a deep look at Maim. He didn't say a word, and it was obvious that he didn't intend to say anything.

Maimu was not disappointed either.

He shrugged and walked towards his brother. A few minutes later, Garona emerged from the darkness, and the Orc assassin brought back a message.

"There is a Zandalari troll caravan camped and resting ahead. They have many velociraptors transporting goods there. Maybe we can 'borrow' them for use."

"Borrow? We are serious people! We can't do bad things like taking something without telling you."

Blake turned to Maim and Red and shouted:

"Hey, there's a caravan ahead. Go buy some transportation mounts and come back! The road ahead is very long, and you can't just rely on your feet."

"Where's the money?"

Reid turned his head and shouted impatiently:

"How can I buy something if I don't have money?"

"Do you still need me to teach you?"

The pirate shouted back even more impatiently, saying:

"Buy it your orc way!"

Reid was stunned for a moment, and then he came to his senses.

A smile appeared on the big dark face, and with a wave of his left hand, dozens of orcs followed him forward with weapons in hand.

"Go and keep an eye on it. All you need is a mount and enough supplies. Don't hurt anyone. If we mess with the Zandalari Empire's military guards here, we'll be doomed."

Black turned around and gave instructions to the bastard warlock beside him.

The dog-legged Evil Eye quickly led a few Ravager Orcs to join the plundering team.

Not long after, there was a burst of noisy shouts from the hillside ahead, as well as the screams of intelligent life being attacked, and some kind of low beast roar.

Half an hour later, Maimu pulled the reins of the two velociraptors and brought over the camel beast, which was decorated with Zandalari-style saddles, was nearly two meters tall and looked like a Jurassic dinosaur.

He handed the reins of one of the red raptors to Black. The pirate took it in his hand and patted the troll-style mount with nostalgia.

I don’t know how these trolls tamed these dinosaurs and made them as docile as human horses.

Black flips onto his horse. Uh, flips onto his dragon.

Riding on a comfortable saddle, he pulled the reins, and the velociraptor with a single horn on its head howled, swung its head and tail, and ran forward a few steps with the new rider.

Very bumpy.

But it is faster than horses and orc wolves. The best thing is that this kind of mount has a high field of vision and can clearly see the road farther away.

"You want to know my plan?"

Blake touched the scales on the raptor's slender neck under his crotch. He turned to Maimu who was following behind him and said:

"Then let me tell you a little bit. You were right just now. I actually didn't expect Bwonsamdi to take the initiative to help me. That troll Death God is not as crazy as Hela.

But it's cunning.

It won't do anything that's not good for it.

But luckily, he really enjoys doing deals, almost to the point of becoming a quirk. "

The pirate looked to the west, pursed his lips and said:

"He told me about a place where its magic spirits remain. Those magic spirits can help me. It's not far from here. But actually, how should I say it.

In fact, I have always known that place.

Through its guidance, I was more sure that that was the destination I wanted to go to. "

"If you knew all along, why did you bother to find Bwonsamdi?"

Maim asked.

Blake glanced at him and said in a faint tone:

"If you are going to use other people's power to do bad things, you have to give them a chance to take the blame for you, right?

I just stopped by to say hello and prepare him.

So that when I 'accidentally' start a war between Bwonsamdi and Hela, poor old Bwonsamdi will still be kept in the dark. The best part is, it has already taken my money.

It has no choice but to bear this scapegoat.

I didn’t give it that precious ‘gift’ in vain.

Old Bwonsamdi obviously underestimated my ability to make trouble. He made the same mistake as Hela, and still regarded me as a fool who had no choice but to rely on the blessings of the gods to survive.

But I'm not as weak as they think.

The venomous old Bwonsamdi will soon know how hot it is to hold Gul'dan's soul, but before that, let us keep a low profile. "