Shadow Trails in Azeroth

Chapter 135 43. I said I didn’t mean it, do you believe it? 【515】

"Shua"

The legendary blade Sankesu danced in an arc in Blake's hand, and the demon-breaking blade easily chopped down a dozen troll skeletons that came up around him.

These guys look scary, but are actually very weak.

They were implicated by their captain and cursed into their current immortal form, but their bodies have become extremely decayed over time, and they only rely on the curse to maintain their integrity.

All flesh and blood have been weathered, and without muscles, how much strength can be exerted by relying on rotten bones? How could he be the opponent of these newly cursed violent guys under Black's command?

Red, in his undead state, wielded his sword, unparalleled among the swarming troll skeletons. Wherever this undead orc went, no skeleton could stop him from slashing with his sword.

It's not just him either.

All the orcs were mowing the grass and fighting in the wild battle in this sea of ​​gold coins.

The damage sharing of life sharing allowed them to completely avoid the issue of injuries. Within a few minutes of such a battle, even the most cowardly troll exile cannon fodder plucked up the courage.

They grabbed the weapons from the hands of the troll skeletons, shouted random roars, and slashed wildly with the long-lost undead. However, every skeleton that was chopped to the ground would immediately begin to heal itself under the power of the curse.

Both sides are immortal.

This battle is actually meaningless because there is no way to tell the winner.

Unless the bearer of this cursed power is terminated.

That is, the Zandalari pirate king Zemlan who made a deal with Bwonsamdi but defaulted.

Black held the knife, squatted down, picked up a gold coin, and stuffed it into the mouth of the little murloc at his feet. Soon, Benbolba also turned into the state of an undead murloc.

The irritable little guy immediately howled and waved the "Mlocculant Version of Devil's Strike" and joined the attack on the undead fleet.

He picked up a gorgeous little crown from the side, handed it to Merry Dongfeng beside him, and said to the old mage:

"As long as this deal is not completed, even death will not take away your soul. Come, enjoy the curse of death, master, and turn this anger from Bwonsamdi into your new power! "

The old mage blinked, looked at Black, stretched out his hand and said politely:

"No, no need. I've been dead for three thousand years, kid, and I have no use for this. And I have no intention of getting involved with an alien god of death.

I don't want Bwonsamdi to come with a conspiracy in the dark and make an unknown and dangerous deal with me. After all, I am not you.

There are no secrets in my mind that can counter the gods. "

"It's not a god."

Blake shrugged and said:

"Bwonsamdi is just a Loa. In real terms, it can be considered a demigod at best, but I understand the caution of spellcasters. So, master, let us begin the battle.

Elderly people are given priority, you go first! "

The undead pirate laughed and made a "please" gesture, while Merry Dongfeng leaned on a pine stick and took a few steps forward with the posture of a non-threatening old man.

Perhaps sensing that his secret had been discovered, and seeing the ferocious attitude of these invaders crushing the skeletons of the undead fleet, the Zandalari Pirate King's rotten and tattered black ship flagship stopped on the sea. .

He goes no further.

In front of the flagship deck, the strange device shaped like the head of a giant beast was turned by the undead skeletons. There was a blazing flame burning at the bow of the ship.

That should be some kind of long-range attack weapon of the trolls, perhaps similar to the artillery of a human warship?

"boom"

Amidst the low vibrations, a ball of burning flaming crossbows whizzed towards Treasure Island. The thing was thicker than a person's open arms, and the flames burning on it were stronger than ordinary fires. fierce.

Once this thing hits, there is no place to hide in a place like Treasure Island.

"Hahaha"

Zemlan's decadent and gloomy laughter sounded on the sea, with pride and madness. He did not need to engage in close combat with the invaders.

This siege crossbow blessed by Paku, the god of wind, will set off strong winds once it lands. Coupled with the burning of elemental flames, these invaders will be burned to ashes.

Yes, the curse placed upon him by Bwonsamdi will cause all who come into contact with his treasure to be trapped in their decaying bodies forever.

But he has been steeped in this curse for thousands of years.

No one knows the weakness of this curse better than he does.

The intruder who was burned to ashes may be able to be reborn under the power of the curse, but it will take longer. This much time is enough for him to complete a lot of things.

For example, turn these warlike guys into members of the undead fleet, turn them into brainless golden servants who can only obey their own orders, and guard their treasures forever.

After thousands of years of curse, those treasures have become Zemran's last connection with the world. Without them, he would be more miserable than death.

Although he is now, it is difficult to say that he is alive.

"Master, do you still have to wait for the finale to appear and turn the tide?"

Blake looked at the siege crossbow arrows that were being shot by the strong wind and the flames. He glanced at Merry Dongfeng beside him. The old mage raised his pine stick and said slowly:

"As people get older, they always move slower."

"Wow"

A purple arcane stream burst out from the top of the demilich's pine stick in an instant, and under the old mage's skillful control, it was quickly injected into a mana model that was assembled in an instant.

Another huge amount of magic power poured out from the invisible magic network that spread all over the world. In just the blink of an eye, the temperature of the entire Treasure Island instantly dropped by more than ten degrees.

Blake, whose whole body was covered with ice slag, looked up and saw a huge ice storm, which was accurately thrown into the air by the old mage and collided with the incoming crossbow arrows.

In less than a moment, the elemental flames on the crossbow were extinguished.

It was wrapped in heavy ice again, like a huge ice skate, crossing the sky crookedly, and finally plunged into the sea water.

Splashing in waves.

But it's not over yet.

The old mage's first spell casting ended without stopping, and he entered into the second spell cast. The purple stream of light shone before his eyes again.

Ordinary people can only see light, but Blake is a warlock after all.

He can see more.

There is a purple magic thread in the light like a ball of rolled yarn. As the demilich's terrifying spellcasting ability operates, like magic, the thick magic thread quickly turns into a very simple magic model. .

Then repeating the previous action, huge magic power was summoned from the magic network, filling every part of the model.

Finally, with Merry Dongfeng's casual movements, the simple magic model was slightly modified, and then, as he raised his hand forward, the magic was released.

"Wow"

The white frost visible to the naked eye, with the old mage as the center of the circle, was released in the direction in front of him, just like the divine power of the Creator to create things out of thin air.

In the flash of white light, the sea leading from Treasure Island to the Black Ship flagship was completely frozen in less than two seconds.

An ice path hundreds of meters long was forcibly built. The sky changed the path. The last section of ice hit the side of Zemlan's black ship, like ice climbing upwards. wall.

The old mage was very considerate and created steps for Blake and Garona who were going to fight in close combat.

"What kind of magic is this?"

When the pirate rushed onto the ice path across the sea, he turned around and asked. Merry Winterwind still maintained his old and non-threatening posture and said:

"Have you never seen it before? This is the most common ice cone technique, and any magic apprentice can learn it."

"ha?"

The pirate's forward movement stopped, he pointed at the ice road that froze the sea in front of him, and said to the old mage:

"You told me this is the Ice Cone Technique? Whose Ice Cone Technique is so exaggerated? Other mages' Ice Cone Technique is mostly used to make shaved ice.

Oh, I get it.

What the master means is that as long as you have the ability to cast spells, the most top-level magic only requires the simplest manipulation methods, right? "

"That's not what I meant. You low-level spellcasters always like to think wildly."

The demilich sighed and said:

"I'm just okay, that's what I meant. You're a spell caster too, have you learned it?"

"Well, I'm done learning."

Blake nodded, turned around, threw out the hook lock, and stuck into the ice. The moment he jumped up, there were flying black shadows forming a suit, covering him and entering a stealth state.

Garona was faster and had already climbed onto the black ship.

This can be heard from Zemlan's terrified scream as the legendary assassin begins his assassination

Well, once again, you can trust Garona's execution under any circumstances.

"Shua"

Blake's figure appeared from the deck of the towering black ship more than ten seconds later. The place was already in chaos.

Zemran brandished his gorgeous pirate sword and fought against a group of beating shadows. Around him and Garona, there were chopped troll bones.

It was obviously a legendary assassin who had just used some exaggerated power to clear the area.

There were also a steady stream of undead pirates rushing out from all over the cabin.

These guys all have stiff movements and can only rush and hit. It seems that they have been knocked out of their minds by Zemlan and they will only obey his orders mindlessly.

In the past, these golden servants who regarded death as home were very useful and could effectively protect the cursed pirate king, but now, facing the assassination of the legendary assassin, these golden servants were not enough.

Moving quickly in the shadows, while approaching Zemran, Blake threw out the hunter's mark and detection technique:

"The Forgotten Pirate King" Zemlan

Status: Legendary Body [Decay. Decay]. Bwonsamdi's Curse of Wrath. Bone Dice of Destiny. Infamy. Shadow of the Black Sails. The Pirate King's Endless Desire

Class: Level 60 Pirate/Level 60 Witch Doctor

Mythical Class: Loa [Promotion failed]

"!!!"

The information fed back by the investigation made Blake pause for a moment in lifting the legendary blade Sankesu.

What did he see?

Mythical class!

The crazy pirate king Zemlan in front of him, who has been completely corrupted by the curse of nearly seven thousand years, actually has a mythical rank in his body!

He does not have a legendary class.

In other words, there was a slight "deviation" in Black's previous understanding of job ranks.

It is not necessary to have the legendary class before you can seek the mythical class.

There is no affiliation between these two!

"Shua"

At this moment, a new door seemed to be pushed open in Blake's heart, and a new world that he had never thought of before appeared before his eyes.

"boom"

Blake appeared in the shadow step behind Zemlan, who was struggling to resist Garona's double-edged attack. He kicked the pirate king on the left leg, held Sankesu tightly with both hands, and launched a shadow attack forward.

Weapon Master Talent, Proficiency +1

Hunter's Mark. Mark of Death, Proficiency +1

In sea combat, all talent effects of Proudmoore's bloodline will be +1, calculated separately.

Summed up to the end, the proficiency of this sneak attack is +4.

Combat skill proficiency starts from mastery.

Master, Grandmaster, Legend. Demigod!

"hide!"

When the knife was released, Blake's expression changed slightly and he shouted forward.

Garona, who was attacking Zemlan head-on, reacted faster and did not need Blake's reminder. The legendary assassin jumped back and disappeared into the shadows.

"boom"

When the shadow attack was launched, it was as if the shadow turned into substance and wrapped around the pirate's body.

It was entangled in Sankesu's sharp blade again, and as Black slashed it with his sword, the roaring shadow bombarded the legendary body of the Pirate King's rotten curse.

At the moment of contact, Zemlan's body was completely submerged, and the violent and arrogant power, which had been completely out of control since the moment of the attack, was transmitted to the black ship flagship at his feet.

The old mage on the edge of Treasure Island looked at him in astonishment.

It was like a floating black line of shadow, flashing across the deck of the black ship.

Immediately afterwards, the decayed battleship that had existed for seven thousand years fell to both sides in a broken posture broken into two parts by the explosion and bite of the materialized shadow beast.

Like a glacier falling into the sea.

The waves were roaring, and it seemed that even them were frightened by this knife.