Shadow Trails in Azeroth

On the Nagfar, First Officer Sephiel has been trying to calm Blake down. She has used "all methods", but to no avail. After all, the Nagas have indeed behaved rudely.

Even this was despite Blake's repeated orders not to disturb them.

The stinky pirates have tolerated themselves to this point, but Naga still takes the initiative to provoke them. For any person with status, who can tolerate such cowardice?

"Send a message to Little Star."

On the deck of the Nagfar, which was slowly docking and wrapped in the mist of ocean pollution, the still-angry pirate was adjusting his Luna armor and said to Sephiel, who was changing his clothes behind him:

"Let her summon and release all her dragons, and then mobilize some draconians from the local blue dragons to cooperate with us from the ground to attack the ruins of Azshara.

Let her new follower Melinsela contact the Silver Wing Sentinels stationed at the junction of Azshara Peninsula and Ashenvale Forest. Haven't they always wanted to attack the Nagas entrenched on the border of Azshara?

Now is your chance.

After I pass, you activate the Tide Stone on the ship to seal off the Storm Sea. I will not allow any soft-skinned snake to leave here alive!

I dare to attack even if I take the initiative to retreat. I simply can’t imagine what they will do in the future!

Must be taught a lesson. "

"Benbol Badu and its fish people have fished your wine back from the sea."

Sephiel covered her face with a headache, and she persuaded in a low voice:

"Although a few barrels have been lost, most of them are still there. There is no need to go to this step, right? You also said that the Nagas have been operating here for thousands of years, and they have an advantage in this ruined land.

This is still the old capital of the Elf Empire, and it is impossible for the Nagas to give up on their own initiative. "

"Wouldn't that be better?"

Blake put on the owl war helmet, stretched his neck and said:

"I just hope they stick to the ruins. It might be a bit troublesome to kill them in the deep sea, but as long as they land on the shore, they are just like a bunch of miserable landlubbers.

Besides, what do these soft-skinned snakes want to do by taking in the Bloodsail pirates on a large scale during this period?

It's not enough to occupy the deep sea. Are you planning to interfere in the affairs on the sea? "

"Ha, I knew it."

Hearing this, Seifer raised his head suddenly, blinked and said:

"You are definitely not so crazy just for a few barrels of wine. I guess you have long wanted to teach Azshara's Nagas a lesson, but you just lack a reason?"

"Not entirely."

Blake glanced at the side of the ship. The croaking fish-man pirates were using fishing nets to bring the wine barrels they found on the seabed to the deck.

I don’t know whether the murlocs are too lucky or the Nagas have done too many bad things locally. When the little murlocs were searching for Black’s wine on the seabed, they accidentally found another sunken elf merchant ship.

A lot of moonshine wine was found in the cabin, a real vintage wine.

As a result, not only did Blake not lose a few barrels of Winter Spring Firewine, but he also gained a lot of fine wines that could be put into the wine cabinet. But this unexpected good luck was not enough to appease the "wrath" of the smelly pirates.

"In my plan, the end point of the South China Sea route will soon be extended from Jingtooth City to this stormy sea. I have even made an agreement with the elves to build a trading station on the coast of Azshara."

Blake drew the Wolf's Edge, twirled the halberd in his hand, and said to his first mate:

"If this group of soft-skinned snakes who do no good things continue to stay here and act as local tyrants, who will dare to come here to do maritime trade with confidence and boldness? Although there will be tauren permanently stationed here in the future, Kane and his tribe After all, people are not good at naval warfare.

The naga took the initiative to provoke, so I gave them a head-on attack, killed their power here, and sacrificed all the Bloodsail Pirate cultists hiding here to the void.

Of course, the benefits don't stop there. "

The stinky pirate whistled, summoned his seahorse mount to the side of the ship, then turned back to Sephiel and said:

"We need help from the local sea giants. Azshara's sea giants are notoriously brutal and xenophobic, but they have been competing with the Naga for control of Azshara's coast.

So when we kill Naga, we are actually trying to win the favor of the local sea giants. By the way, we use this method to fight against ‘foreign enemies’ to show our loyalty to His Majesty the Tide Hunter, who no longer trusts me so much.

You see, this is a good thing that kills four birds with one stone.

Why not? "

The pirate jumped off the deck and landed right on the saddle of the silver seahorse's dorsal fin.

The croaking little fishman also carried its elemental dung fork and two salted fish hammers on its waist and swam over, and smoothly jumped into the seahorse Poseidon's horse pocket.

Blake waved to Sephiel, who was staying behind the ship, and then drove the big sea horse and disappeared into the mist on the sea. The first mate watched the captain leave. She had no psychological pressure after understanding the pirates' plan.

Soon the ghost ship sailed away from the coast and headed for the open sea amidst the cheerful pirate song of Miss Ship Spirit.

Ten minutes later, Black, the smelly pirate who had just set foot on the coast of Azshara, was walking on the ivory white beach and looking towards the bay not far away.

The shieldmaidens have already sprinkled lightning storms there, and the demons summoned by Thal'kiel have set off evil fire in the ruins. The frontal attack on the ruins of Azshara has begun.

What's even better is that the Bloodsail pirates who were taken in by the Nagas also escaped from the bay where they were hiding.

More than a dozen ships, large and small, were struggling to cross the echoing waves, trying to leave here before the war expanded further.

But how could Blake let them get away?

"Go, take your fish people and wait under the sea."

The smelly pirate said to Benbolba who was carrying a dung fork at his feet:

"As soon as the Bloodsail pirates jump into the water, drown them all. I don't want any prisoners."

"Quack"

The little fish man straightened his back and made a pirate military salute, turned around and rushed towards the water washing up the beach. Blake moved his wrist and estimated the distance between himself and the pirate ships.

Ten seconds later, the burning void meteorite roared down from the sky and hit the first ship of the Bloodsail Pirates head-on in an extremely precise fall.

Their fallen sage summoned a tidal shield to withstand the bombardment of the meteorite, but the void energy that then unfolded dyed the entire ship purple-black.

The blue bat wings flapped in the burning black smoke, carrying Black and landing on the flagship of the blood-sail pirates. The stinky pirates casually released the air blast on the ship, clearing the entire deck.

Amid the elongated screams of the Blood Sail pirates, they were thrown high into the sky, and then fell into the surrounding seawater as they danced like goddesses scattering flowers.

Guys who can be pirates should have good water skills.

But unfortunately, what they have to face next is not just the crisis of hypoxia and suffocation.

No one tried to stop the ship to rescue the two attacked ships, but in the coral waters in front of these pirate ships that were desperate to escape, when Gazrilla, the holy beast of the undead pirates, poked its three huge heads out of the sea, Even the most die-hard Xuefans felt despair.

The other party came prepared!

They're finished.

"Cough cough cough"

Amidst violent coughing, a tall and thin Bloodsail Commander rushed out of the burning cabin with a sword in hand. He was also guarded by two twisted fallen faceless men.

The blade in his hand was stained with blood. It must have been the fallen void thing that had just sacrificed his crew to summon out to protect him.

But unfortunately, as soon as this guy rushed onto the deck, he saw Black Shaw standing in the rolling flames in front of him, picking up his female pirate first mate by the neck.

Amidst the spine-chilling sound, the poor female pirate's body twitched and stopped struggling.

"Snapped"

The body of the cultist who believed in the Corruptor was thrown into the scorching firelight behind him. Black, who was wearing an owl mask, turned back and looked at the tall and thin young man with a face full of despair.

He said:

"You and Farrewell look so much alike, you should be his son, right? Have you received the news that your sister Jesse Farrewell is dead? I killed her myself.

Just like I want to kill you with my own hands now.

Poor Farriwell is going to have another funeral, but I don't think he's sad. After all, when he betrayed the Proudmoore family, he should have been mentally prepared for brutal revenge.

This sea is huge.

But it has no room for betrayal! "

Black reached out and took off his headband, and shook his long golden hair on the blazing deck. He looked at the young man in front of him who was holding the sailor's sword tightly.

He pointed to the deck in front of him and said:

"Do you still recognize me? Do you still recognize the prince you should be loyal to forever?

If you still have any sense of shame, come here and kneel down! I will pardon your infidelity with my blood. This is the last mercy the Farreviels can receive from Proudmoore. "

"You gave up the name Proudmoore long ago and you are now a disgraceful pirate, just like me."

The young Lord Farrewell raised his knife and cursed at Black:

"When it comes to betrayal, you are the first person to betray your family! What qualifications do you have to judge me? Black Shaw, are you still hoping to return to your home?

Wake up.

No one will accept a lowly pirate as king. Daelin will either fulfill his duties as king and kill you to protect Proudmoore's honor, or he will join in your sins and lose his throne forever.

When you chose to become a pirate, you personally dragged your family into the abyss.

You have gone crazy.

You are more crazy than us!

At least we have an evil god we can believe in. What do you have left? "

"That's a good question, and that's how I'll answer you."

Blake held his hand gently in front of him, and the white sword Sharatol, whistling through the fire, fell into his hand obediently. The pirate waved lightly, and the sword wind brought by it instantly suppressed the flames on the entire deck.

He held his sword and walked towards the traitorous son of Farrewell in front of him.

Every step he took brought shadows rolling behind him across the sunlit deck, just as darkness fell behind him, driving away all light.

He said:

“I still have my fleet, I still have my reputation, I still have my power, I still have my career and my determination.

I'm no longer a prince, but beyond the labels of traitor and pirate, I have many, many more wonderful things that a rat like you can't even imagine.

I guess you've been wondering why I made such a crazy decision after returning from death.

The answer is very simple.

As a prince and future king, I cannot kill without restraint like I do now. I gave up the rules that would restrain me in exchange for a free life.

Well, the freedom I want is not the cheap rhetoric you use to evade responsibility.

I can do whatever I want without having to think about other people's opinions and restrictions on me.

You bastards think you are evil and powerful, but you are just pathetic people who exist on the leftovers of the mercy of the good people in this world. You think they should all fear your shamelessness and madness.

But I'm different. "

"Ouch"

Two faceless men from the abyss roared towards Black, which made the terrifying thing feared by mortals send out chaotic spiritual shocks in an attempt to stop the pirates.

However, their evil projections could not create any ripples in the pirate's spiritual world. Instead, the air of void lingering around Blake made the faceless men slow down as they approached.

The buzzing white sword cut left and right as the pirate's wrist rotated, creating a brilliant interlacing of sword lights.

The evil guard summoned by the sacrifice of more than twenty Bloodsail Pirates could not even stop Blake's death footsteps for a moment, and was cut into dirty pieces of flesh rolling on the ground amidst Sharathol's sharp neighing. .

Filthy blood was sprayed everywhere.

They dripped onto the decks with a corrosive sizzle, their void power unleashed on the otherwise benign ship, soaking it in a frantic aura of darkness.

This ship can no longer be taken.

it's a pity.

"boom"

Commander Bloodsail swung his sword in desperation, but at the first contact of the weapon, his sword blade was cut off from the center by Sharathol, and even the pair of hateful eyes burst out after the sword blade struck. Blood.

He wailed in pain, covered his cut eyes and fell to the ground, and Black's sword blade was pressed against this guy's neck at this moment.

Judging from his movements and gestures, it really looked like he was begging for his forgiveness as the pirate said.

"Ignorant people call you and me pirates and villains, but you should know very well that I am different from you."

Blake said softly:

"They call you evil because you are really steeped in evil, but they call me evil because they can't think of a darker word to describe me.

Stop howling.

After you die, I will send your head back to your father, just like I sent your sister's head to the Echo Islands, the family should be in order at the last moment.

I won't go find your father myself.

I think the fear I brought to him has filled his miserable heart.

He has been immersed in my shadow and has been in panic all day long, suspiciously imagining that one night, I came to his bed with punishment.

But I won't do that.

That would be too boring to do.

I will let him be defeated by his own fear, sink into the abyss of despair, and eventually turn himself into a miserable monster. There will be many righteous people rushing to take his head to prove themselves.

I ask you.

Do you know why the Kul Tiran navy always likes to hang pirates in public? "

No one answered Blake's words.

The young man who collapsed into mud before his eyes had been defeated by the fear of death.

Even if he claims that the Corruptor protects his soul, not even the evil Old Gods can instill courage into a cowardly soul.

He covered his blind eyes, his fingers were covered with blood, but he couldn't even utter a complete sentence.

"Well, that was a painful punishment and a kind warning."

Blake raised the sharp blade in his hand, like an executioner saying his final farewell before execution. He said to the young man who had gone astray:

“When the pirates’ bodies swayed in the wind, and when they breathed their last painful breath, people watching the hanging would know that being tied up and hanged with a rope would lose the meaning of existence amidst the sound of spitting.

This is the price of doing bad things!

That cruel ritual was meant to induce people to do good.

The destruction of the Bloodsail Pirates would have the same effect.

When the heads of you, father and son, are hung in front of the gate of Proudmoore Fortress, the Ashvane family, which has also chosen the wrong monarch and is about to make a move, will know.

Loyal obedience is the best reward.

Dai Lin is really a weak ruler, he needs me to wipe his ass for everything he does.

Bah, pathetic guy. "