Shadow Trails in Azeroth

Chapter 136 44. On the pirate’s holy land【615】

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Next to Treasure Island, around the sea of ​​gold coins at the feet of Meri Dongfeng, there are frozen troll skeletons. As long as those undead pirates dare to approach him, they will be instantly frozen by invisible magic power.

The unassuming old mage acted like a god controlling the howling north wind at this moment.

But even he really showed a shocked expression after seeing the Pirate King's flagship being chopped into pieces by Blake.

He really doubted that Blake had been pretending to be weak in front of him before. This knife split a ship? Is this something a high-level assassin can do?

Or is he actually a legendary warrior?

No wonder he was able to block the Nagfar by himself before.

But after a few minutes, the old mage's doubts disappeared.

Because he saw Garona emerging from the shadows, carrying Blake, who was soaked and in extreme embarrassment, to the shore of Treasure Island.

"Hoo, hoo"

The pirate who had just performed a feat was lying on the sea of ​​gold coins, breathing heavily, but he was now in an undead state, and breathing was useless.

It can only be said that he himself was frightened by the knife he just struck.

"Zemlan's ship is too weak! Hasn't he properly repaired his ship in the past seven thousand years?"

Black lay there, cursing that Zemran was unworthy of being a pirate.

But the Garona and Demilich next to him looked at him strangely, and Black knew why they looked at him so strangely.

Because the knife just now was an exception.

To put it in layman's terms, it has exceeded the limits that a mortal should have.

The legendary warrior may be able to destroy such a ship in a short time, but he will never be able to do it as "easily and freely" as Blake did before.

That is "inhuman" power.

"I was careless and failed to get out of the way."

The pirate sat cross-legged on the sea of ​​gold coins, not looking at the chaotic battlefield behind him. He shook his clothes and threw the cold sea water out, and then looked at the ragged wounds on his body.

Fortunately, he is now an undead body and will not die from bleeding.

Otherwise, when the ship shattered in the shadow explosion just now, Blake, who was knocked out after just one slash, might really be killed by a force he couldn't control at all.

In the status bar of the character card, the bright "serious injury" represents how dangerous the situation just now was.

For example, the shot he used to snipe Cho'gall before also produced legendary power, but a firearm made of poor material could not withstand it at all, and the bullet exploded when it flew out.

Blake's current body is in this "exploded" state.

The moment the demigod struck out, he was completely out of power. The power of the shadow should have dispersed when it cut off Zemran's head, but it lost control and destroyed the ship.

If Garona hadn't quickly thrown out the hook and pulled him back from the cruel shadow of the exploding ship that crashed into the sea, he would not be seriously injured now.

"I owe you another life. This is another debt of gratitude between the two of us."

The pirate raised his head, smiled at Garona on his withered face, raised his hand again, and made a "pause" movement.

He said to the legendary assassin and demilich:

"Don't ask too much, okay? Each of us should have our own 'little secret'. You just need to know that this power will not be used to harm you, okay?"

Merry Dongfeng and Garona looked at each other.

The old mage shook his head and said seriously:

"We spellcasters, in the apprenticeship stage of learning magic, will always be taught by our instructors tirelessly not to blindly pursue powers that we cannot control.

It’s not because the strength is bad.

But because of uncontrolled power, before destroying others, the first person you hurt will be yourself. "

Garona crossed her arms, and after the old mage finished speaking, she also said to Blake in a faint tone:

"You have seen Gul'dan's fate with your own eyes. Do you want to be him next? The blow you just made almost destroyed yourself and almost got me involved.

You should be thankful that Bwonsamdi's cursed power came to your aid. "

"I know, I understand, I was careless."

Blake, who had always kept his mouth shut, was like a schoolboy being taught a lesson. He lowered his head and admitted his mistake. But soon, he grinned again and took out something from the pocket behind him.

It dangled in front of the two people's eyes.

"I got this! We win."

"Put me down! You stupid rat! Bwonsamdi lied to you. He will never give you anything but despair! He is a shameless liar!"

What Black was holding in his hand was Zemran's head.

There is no doubt that the Pirate King has entered the realm of legend when he was alive. This can be seen from the back and forth between him and Garona on the deck.

But his legendary body has been corrupted by time and curses.

This half-life and half-death state prevents him from dying from injuries, but it also greatly weakens his combat effectiveness. After all, if the muscles in his body are decayed, how can he still have the power to give birth to a legend?

What's more, Zemlan hasn't fought in thousands of years.

Bwonsamdi's curse not only distorted his legendary body, but also distorted his spirit and will, making him stingy, violent and crazy. At the same time, it also made him forget the capital of a pirate to settle down in his mind. back.

He spent too much time collecting those treasures and staying with his cursed treasure.

He has gone from the all-powerful pirate king in that forgotten era to the obedient miser and miser who only knows how to be incompetent and furious.

Blake remembered very clearly that in the game, this guy with a rather terrifying background was not even an elite monster.

Any rookie player can torture him ten thousand times.

"Shut up, your howling is so unpleasant."

Black picked up the few hairs left on Zemlan's head and shook the troll's skull, which was as dry as skin and bones, in his hands.

He held this thing and said to the two people in front of him:

"Bwonsamdi's magic spirit is in his soul, turning into the eternal curse of immortality. His existence is the node that maintains that curse.

As long as the magic spirit of death is extracted from his soul, this curse will be cured without any medicine.

We can also take away these treasures smoothly without having to worry about any sequelae.

Well, I think I might be hallucinating."

The pirate grinned, showing a dry and weird smile. He pointed at his head and said:

"I seemed to hear Old Buang Sandy urging me to quickly complete the last step and use the magic spirit to offset the curse Hela left in my soul.

It taught me that if I did that, I would gain precious freedom. "

"But you're not going to listen to it, are you?"

Merry Dongfeng looked at the head of the Troll Pirate King in Black's hand and said:

"You wouldn't be so stupid as to throw away your last hope with your own hands, would you?"

"Of course, I'm a pirate!"

Blake stood up hard. He glanced at Zemlan's head in his hand. He was full of obscene words. The crazy Zemlan was also waiting to look at him with gray eyes at this moment.

The human pirate said softly:

"I won't make a deal honestly. Besides, that bastard Death keeps saying it wants to help me, but it's not even willing to give me a contract.

It just wants to prostitute me for free!

It just treats me as a free debt collection warrior, how can it be that simple! I will tell it with practical actions that my gift is not so easy to get!

Listen, Zemlan. "

Blake looked at the head in his hands, staring into those eyes, which had decayed to the point where they had lost all reason and strength, leaving only a humble shadow of their past.

He said to Zemlan:

"I want to trick old Bwonsamdi hard. I want to use its power to get my freedom and at the same time, let it hurt my heart. But to do this, I have to know that you and What exactly was Bwonsamdi's deal?

You see, it hurts you so badly.

You're dead today.

But I feel that dying nearly seven thousand years late may be a kind of merciful relief for you.

I need you to help me! "

"help you?"

Zemlan's head screamed viciously:

"You bastard tried to kill me! You also tried to steal all my treasures! You damn rat, you dirty bastard, you humiliated me and wanted to squeeze out the last of my worth!

You are not trying to relieve me at all!

You just use me as a sword to stab Bwonsamdi. You and Bwonsamdi are the same! Pooh! They are all bastards who deserve to go to hell! I curse you!

I curse you to suffer the same fate as me!

I curse you to be trapped forever on this sea of ​​plunder! I curse you to spend your whole life in war and disaster! I curse you!

Never expect relief! "

Zemran's sharp curses, with a hint of madness, sounded on the island, making people shudder.

Blake, on the other hand, stretched out his little finger and twirled his ears. After Zemlan finished yelling the vicious curse, he raised his eyebrows, looked at the head in his hand, and said:

"So, you decided to help me, right?"

"certainly!"

The shriveled troll head, with its ugly face that could scare all children, showed an extremely weird smile. With all the madness in his bones, he roared with almost all his strength:

"I love my treasures the most! I love the plundering on the sea! I love watching those incompetent people begging under my sword! I love them calling me the disaster of Zandalari!

I can never hear enough of those wailings, I can never get enough of seeing those burnings, and I can never forget the despair on those faces because of me!

But because Bwonsamdi

All this is gone, I lost my seven thousand years, I lost my legend, I lost my name.

Curse it! I curse it with everything!

Take it away!

Take it all away.

If you can make old Bwonsamdi cry, I'll give you everything you want! "

The pirate shrugged, opened his dry mouth, revealing eight teeth, and said to Zemlan:

"Not only can I make it cry, I can also make it dance to its heart's content with an expression that makes it want to kill me but can't."

"Hahaha"

These words made the old mage chuckle softly, and the legendary assassin also showed a subtle smile.

Zemlan also smiled. The pirate king raised his eyes at Black. Black put his head to his ear. Zemlan whispered something to him. The human pirate nodded.

The next moment, he turned around and lifted Zemlan's head, and Garona also glanced at the battlefield on Treasure Island.

After Zemlan's head was lifted by Black, the offensive of the skeletons of the undead fleet immediately stopped. They became hesitant, and when they slashed, they were no longer as crazy as before.

They seemed to be watching.

There are more and more skeleton trolls, as well as the undead foreigners who have been tricked into this harbor by Zemlan's legends for thousands of years and died miserably.

They are no longer crazy.

"I want a fight!"

Blake shouted to the troll skeletons in front of him who were trapped in eternal damnation:

"I want you to fight a battle for me! Right here! I want you to charge into my enemy willingly! I want you to unleash the wrath of death and drown that fool for me!

Your eternal damnation will end today! On this sea of ​​plunder!

Right on this pirate's holy land!

I swear!

I will give you freedom and relief!

As long as I can win.”

At this moment, the troll skeletons stood there stupidly.

But as Black lifted Zemlan's head into the air, the skeletons raised their weapons and roared, but they could not make a sound.

And the next moment, another voice sounded on the distant sea, replacing these cursed skeletons with the roar of war.

"Uuuuuuuuuuuuu"

Amidst the distant and desolate sound of the horn, under Blake's gaze, the Nagfar emerged from the tide again like a behemoth of the deep sea.

The time for the decisive battle has arrived.