Shadow Trails in Azeroth

Chapter 1260 10. The fleet has studied and decided, you will be the Pirate King of Draenor! ——【2525】

"Little Master, does using Y'shaarj's power to deal with a group of Draenei paladins count as what you always call 'not practicing martial ethics'?"

Half an hour later, watching a group of draenei defenders leave with expressions of doubt on life, Black, who was sitting on the chair, heard Xal'atath's voice in his ears.

Dark Essence said softly:

"Every time I see you do something bad, I feel like my love for you grows deeper."

"I thank you for your love for me, my dear Xal'atath, but if not for this, what else could the power of Y'shaarj be used for?"

The pirate caressed the moonlit war helmet in his hand, and a seven-color halo that only he could see was spreading outward like ripples on the water.

The anima core of the seven-headed beast inlaid on it is not offensive in any way, but the auxiliary ability it brings to Blake is extremely terrifying. It has become the most convenient "weapon" used by pirates in this suit of armor.

With a thought in Blake's mind, the description of the anima of the seven giant beasts popped up on his character card again:

Name: Seven-Headed Beast

Quality: Legend [Sha Ran]

Requirements: Void, Shadow, Arcane Power attributes, [Shadow Priest]/[Warlock]/[Spellcaster] related professions

Effect:

1. Touch of Y'Shaarj:

The fusion of seven evil energies exerts a [spiritual halo] effect on the user. The user can sense the emotional fluctuations of the surrounding life and use language or spellcasting to strengthen or suppress the emotional changes.

It won't work on creatures that don't have thoughts or emotions.

Void creatures are somewhat resistant to this ability.

2. Mind control:

After the user finds the target enemy's spiritual weakness, he can use the power of [Psychic Halo] to exert seven psychological suggestions with different effects on the enemy, or to forcefully manipulate the enemy's spirit.

Note that forced manipulation may fail depending on the enemy's willpower.

The number of people currently applying [Seed of Doubt]: 45/999 [Draenei Sirdan, etc.].

The number of people currently applying [Seed of Hate]: 45/999 [Draenei Sirdan, etc.].

The current number of people who are forced to control hearts: 1/99 [Devil Witch Shahras].

Anima can explain:

Y'Shaarj, who made the whole world tremble, has long since died, but its power has been reborn in your hands in another way. Rule it! Ancient Master, let the world feel pain at your hands.

"Alas, their minds are too deeply affected by the Holy Light. Even if I use the power of Y'Shaarj, it will be more difficult to convince them than I imagined.

It seems that my eloquence needs to continue to improve. "

Blake put the Luna War Helmet on his head with some melancholy. The moment the helmet was closed, he could clearly feel the thoughts of the Draenei who had just walked out of the house.

They are still indulging in discussions of light and darkness.

Still feeling hard to decide whether to take revenge on the orcs, and still hesitating about whether to join the Uncrowned to prepare the "Dark Templar" for the Draenei assassins.

This made the pirates very unhappy.

But Xalatath reprimanded Black for being too ambitious. She said sharply:

"In thirty minutes, you caused a group of the most steadfast paladins who have been tested in disasters to shake their faith and begin to accept other truths besides the light.

They are Draenei!

They are the dependents of the Holy Light, and their willpower is naturally more than double that of other races.

In my opinion, this is comparable to the will of the ancient gods taking action personally. If N'Zoth personally came here to spread the power of corruption, it would be nothing more than that.

Little master, you are already very powerful and don’t need any more special training.

If you continue to strengthen your strength in this area, I am very afraid that one day in the future, you will turn me into a loyal dog lying at your feet without any self-thinking.

Would you do this to your dearest little dark girlfriend? "

"Well not yet, but I have a feeling it would definitely be interesting."

Blake, who was wearing a black owl helmet, rubbed his chin and laughed a few times. He glanced at Big Bear and Big Wolf, who were sitting by the fireplace and taking a nap by the fire. He shook his head, turned around, opened the window and jumped out.

The figure disappeared in mid-air.

Soon, the elusive Black came to Ashland's dock, where the bastards who collapsed and were captured in last night's raid and massacre were imprisoned.

Yes, although Xal'atath gave the mantids an order to exterminate, the mantids are not big eaters. They also have times when they are full. Even the most bloodthirsty gluttonous locusts have lost their ability to kill at dawn. The interest of the weak.

So the last batch of lucky people survived like this.

Of course, the island was quite large, and there must be other people hiding in other nooks and crannies, praying to their goddamned country gods to get these damn villains off their island.

Blake had no idea about the "big smarts" who thought they had escaped.

Hunter Ayamis has already laid the first batch of insect eggs, and under the stimulation of hormones, the first batch of worker insects will take shape by dusk at the latest.

At that time, there will be a huge number of hardworking insects sweeping through every damn corner of Ashland, but anything that can be eaten will be taken back to the insect nest.

Whether alive or dead.

Bugs are not picky eaters anyway, which is probably the only advantage these bugs have.

In other words, if no smart people take the initiative to surrender before dusk arrives, they will not only face the "merciful" Black and his crazy mantid thugs and ruthless demon hunters.

But still the same sentence

The stinky pirate has too many things to care about. He has no energy and no interest in paying attention to the fate of a group of scum of various races in Draenor.

And judging from the extent of these damn scumbags, they might be more useful as bug excrement than they were when they were alive.

"Oh, we should bring a few eloquent guys here. How long will it take for me to select the available people one by one? Although Lexa doesn't say it, he wants to find his father. I can use it. You can feel it in your heels.

How could the magical and omnipotent Blake let his friends down? "

Blake suddenly had a headache when he looked at a group of nearly a thousand prisoners of war squatting on the dock in front of him, wiping the blood on the ground obediently.

Although under the supervision of the mantid, these guys did not dare to make any unnecessary movements.

The "scum essences" of all the species that Draenor could find lowered their heads at this time, wanting to lick the blood on the ground clean with their tongues to express their loyalty and obedience to these terrifying alien bugs. .

From the savage ogres to the agile Khajiits, from the cunning arakkoa to the evil orcs who drank too much magic blood and burned out their brains, from the dwarf-like iguanas with a fierce face and big teeth to those with depravity etched all over their bodies. The rune draenei traitors.

These bastards, who were of different races but all betrayed their own tribe and followed the Black Spirit Pirates to rob houses and rob houses, instantly lost their violent appearance and worked honestly like the docile rabbits.

But Black knew that pirates were pirates, and if they survived today, they would be solid tomorrow.

And the most important thing is that there are many ships in the port, but only a few can sail from here to Gorgrond without falling behind or sinking.

It was impossible for Black to take all the third-rate pirates in front of him on the road.

The pirate rubbed his chin, and he soon had an idea.

Blake took out the emblem of the djinn and rubbed it in his hands a few times. Soon with a breeze, the marshmallow-like djinn Al Abbas magically appeared in another world.

However, compared to how powerful it was in Azeroth, the djinn that appears here is undoubtedly much weaker. What exists here is just an elemental clone.

This guy had hooked up with Ner'zhul before and did some shady "business" with each other. Black believed that this demigod must have started his own "business" in Draenor.

After the djinn appeared, he made a gesture of folding his hands to the pirate as usual, and said:

"My dear Trader No. 1, what wonderful ideas do you have that you need your loyal Al Abbas to help you complete?"

"Bring a few people here for me."

Blake was not polite and said directly:

"My orc Maim Blackhand, the first mate, second mate, third mate and bosun on his ship, as well as all the navigators of his Blackstone fleet, give them some time to hand over the work.

Let Maim's fleet immediately return to Tol Barad for training and come under the management of the island governor, Lady Catherine. If necessary, it can be transferred to the North Sea Fleet to support the battle.

In addition, I brought the five orcs on my ship over and asked for leave from their respective instructors for Agna and Yolin. It was called a temporary internship.

Finally, notify the three useless warlocks under my command.

When the Warlock Academy holds its first weekly exam in a few days, I will personally arrange the ‘weekly exam questions’ so that they and their students can prepare themselves and their students to come to Draenor for the ‘practical exam’.

If other brother colleges also want to join in the fun, I don't mind letting them observe on the spot. Dean Lan Yue should not refuse this request. After all, the motto of Nasarasi College is the unity of knowledge and action. "

"It takes a lot of energy to bring people across the world, my dear Blake."

The genie moved his paws and said softly:

"But we have such a good relationship, why would I ask you for money? It's just that His Highness Sunderland's Elemental Blade has been prepared, and I really want to give His Highness a spectacular and glorious resurrection ceremony."

"no problem!"

Blake slapped his hands and said:

"How about choosing Draenor?

I think Shadowmoon Valley is a very suitable place. As the powerful elemental monarch of Azeroth, it is perfect to use the rescue of fellow elemental compatriots in another world in trouble as a ceremony for his return to the throne.

This will give His Highness Sunderland the title of 'Elemental Savior'.

What do you think? "

"I think it's great! Sure enough, my dear partner needs to take action to solve this kind of problem."

The Djinn laughed and clasped his hands together, turning into a breeze and disappearing beside Blake.

Just ten minutes later, as the strong wind blew against the pier on the Ashland coast, a large group of orcs were wrapped in the wind and passed through the Dark Portal and appeared on the strange land of their hometown.

Wearing a ferocious black iron lava armor and carrying two spiked warhammers, the orc pirate Maimu Blackhand and his crew looked around. They quickly identified them from the sulfur-smelling sea water around them. Already back in Draenor.

Some old orc pirates were so excited that their eyes filled with tears.

After all, nearly eight years have passed since they left their hometown.

The five young orcs also had complicated expressions when they were sent over. Although the genie briefly told them their destination, after returning to Draenor, these five young people also felt as if they were a world away from when they left.

"Hey, you five are blessed."

Black held a pipe in his mouth and staggered over with his hands behind his back. As if he were leading an inspection, he patted Garrosh and Dranosh on the shoulders and said to the bewildered Orcs:

"Your internship experience on the Nagfar is over. Although you behaved very awkwardly, I still think that you have the ability to command your own ship.

So, from now on, you are the captain! "

The smelly pirate pointed at the broken ship in the bay in front of him and said to the five young people:

"Go and choose your own warships. You can give them a very cool name to commemorate the day when you become captain. In addition, you have to choose your own commander and crew from the group of rubbish in front of you.

You have three days to do this.

Then we will set sail to Gorgrond to save your compatriots. The orcs of the Mok'Nathal clan are still surrounded by demons, waiting hard for support. "

After saying that, Black looked at Maimu who was walking behind him. This once very young and smart orc had already gained a fierce aura that was completely different from his good-for-nothing brother Red after two years of hardship.

And he is very silent, which makes him very stable.

The scars and burns on his face also give him an extremely fierce aura.

"I took your fleet, Maim, but I will give you a new one."

Blake took off his pipe and said to Maim:

"I now appoint you as the commander or governor of the undead pirate fleet stationed in Draenor. You think about the title yourself. Do you see the sea of ​​your hometown in front of you?

It's yours, sailor!

Just like I made great achievements in Azeroth, a good man should fight the wind and waves to get everything he wants with his own hands. Your story in the Undead Fleet has come to an end, but the legend of Maim Blackhand begins here.

Come on, work hard, my Pirate King of Draenor. "

After leaving the dirty work to his subordinates, Black Black immediately greased the soles of his feet and, escorted by a group of mantid guards, ran to the island valley to watch the bugs gnaw the orcs alive.

Maimu was excited.

But after a few seconds, Maimu returned to reality.

He looked at the shabby ships in front of him with a bit of grit. Not to mention the mighty Nagfar, even the lowest-grade plundering ships in the Maimu fleet were much better than these things.

He looked back at the rather crotchless hometown pirates behind him. These scum of various races were looking at him eagerly, waiting for the verdict of their fate.

And their cowardly and frightened rabbit-like eyes made it really hard for anyone to trust them and take them out to sea.

So Maimu immediately realized that the most difficult part for him to become the Orc Pirate King was not to conquer the sea of ​​Draenor, but to select his first backbone from the waste in front of him.

In layman's terms, this activity is almost equivalent to panning for gold.

really.

No matter which world you are in, it is not so easy to be the Pirate King.