Shadow Trails in Azeroth

The North Sea pirates at Scoundrel Harbor were mustered out in the late afternoon.

Calling an emergency gathering just after dinner is a very hated thing. After all, judging from the magical schedule of pirates, this is a good time to go out to eat, get drunk, and have fun.

Anyone who dares to disturb the pirates' enjoyment will be severely beaten.

No matter who he is.

But in the face of this emergency call, not only did no one in the entire Rogue Harbor dare to complain, there was not even a whimper of dissatisfaction.

When they heard the assembly bell on the pier, all the pirates dropped whatever they were doing and ran towards the pier at a sprint speed of 100 meters, risking their lives.

Some guys didn't even have time to put on their pants, so they just ran over with their bare butts covering their lower bodies.

Just looking at the speed with which they gathered and the efficiency with which they lined up on the pier, someone who didn't know better would have thought that this was the Kul Tiras fleet stationed in the North Sea training.

Every pirate gathered here, no matter how senior they are in the industry, will do their best to hold their chests and heads up to make themselves look more serious and powerful.

At least you can't let others think that you are a useless piece of trash.

Everyone closed their mouths tightly, for fear that their mouths would say some fatal words at this critical moment.

It was as if Blake had transformed these bastard pirates who couldn't hold up the wall in just a few hours after arriving at Rogue Port.

This is certainly not because Blake's "charisma" influenced these hopeless stinky pirates.

The reason why they have become so well-behaved is actually very simple.

In just the past few hours, more than 1,300 people have sacrificed their lives to give the pirates on the island a live demonstration of the consequences of being unruly and talking nonsense in front of Lord Black Shaw. .

Now, there is a noose hanging on every pillar of the pier in Rogue Port, and under each noose there are at least three pirate corpses swaying and dancing in the wind.

Perhaps Matchleg Dan and Conrad went too crazy when they launched a "pirate belt cleansing" in Black's name before the war, and all the nooses on the entire island were used, but it was still not enough.

We can only temporarily change the original "single room" into this "multi-person room".

The good news is that the assholes who are tied to the same noose and have tongue-lengthening tongues aren't going to jump up and protest against this inhumane treatment.

The bad news is that such a "multiplayer sport" with several guys tied together looks a bit confusing, and it no longer has the deterrent effect that hanging should have.

But it's not a big deal.

Hanging is not enough of a deterrent, right?

It doesn't matter!

On the largest platform of the pier, the corpses of more than 300 rebel pirates were being dumped there. The "tattooed woman" Marshal Mate in charge of stacking the corpses also carried out strict "garbage classification" according to the instructions of Lord Black. .

The bodies were stored in two piles.

Place the head on the left and the corpse on the right.

The location of this platform is just on the only way to enter the dock, ensuring that every pirate who comes from all over the island to gather can see this authentic "pirate style".

This crazy massacre was enough to frighten the most die-hard old sea dog, and it was also enough to make the Vrykul raiders who had just joined the group a few months ago feel the courage and cruelty of the great pirates.

The scariest thing is not that Black kills people to establish his authority.

But everyone who Lord Black killed really deserves to die.

Some pirates with strange abilities or relatively high spiritual vision can even see those crying souls standing next to their corpses.

They continue to talk about their sins to everyone who passes by.

This directly led to the windy wind on the road entering the dock, which made every pirate passing by feel a chill in the neck and body even under the setting sun.

The coldness, coupled with the chilling scene in front of them, made some timid bastards tremble with fear.

This situation is obviously not normal.

This obviously comes from the unpredictable and terrifying power of the pirate prophet.

This is killing someone but also punishing them.

Twenty minutes after the muster bell rang, the last group of pirate guards on duty at the other end of Rogue Harbor also arrived at the dock on horseback. The entire dock was already crowded.

The decks of every pirate ship outside the dock are also covered with summoned sailors. The scene can be called a sea of ​​people, with pirate flags waving, if you don’t take into account the messy dress of these guys and their chaotic formations, as well as the dock itself of Rogue Port. With all the layers of bad design, having so many people gathered together is pretty intimidating.

There are now more than 300 large and small ships on the docks and ports, and nearly 30,000 people are missing. This is the total number of North Sea pirates who are making a living on the frozen sea.

Although they belong to different factions, this is indeed a genuine pirate army!

"Ahem."

After the last group of people arrived, Black wasted no time. The drunken captain coughed a few times and stepped onto the stern of the Nagfar docked at the dock.

Several members of the North Sea Pirate King's Council followed closely behind the smelly pirate.

Queen Anne Bourne of the North Sea, the queen's lover Dan Matchlegs and his good friend Conrad, and two ghost pirate captains Grayson and Elres who have been dead for almost a hundred years.

These famous figures in the frozen sea behaved very submissively at this moment, just like Black's servants.

They followed the stinky pirates with humility, and gradually told everyone the answer to the question "Who is the real boss?"

"Snapped"

Blake, who stood firm on the stern of the ship, snapped his fingers, and a very simple reflection magic was cast, projecting the upper body of the smelly pirate in the air as an illusion.

Like a half-body giant.

This was so that all the pirates around the dock could clearly see and hear what Black was going to say next.

In fact, although the North Sea pirates are just a subordinate faction of the undead pirates, not all pirates have seen their "general commander" with their own eyes. For some "just debuted" pirates, this is their first real meeting. To the legendary pirate "Two-Face".

Well, look at this handsome face with a hint of evil in it, look at this long and unrestrained golden hair, and look at those blue eyes that are as gentle as a lover and as broad and tolerant as the sea.

It seems that the rumor that Lord Black is a rare handsome man in the world is not groundless. Although at first glance he is not as handsome as the legend says, his looks are indeed quite capable.

Blake's handsomeness puts some male pirates to shame and makes some female pirates' eyes shine.

Although the appearance of the commander-in-chief will not have any substantial impact on the combat effectiveness of a pirate gang, in fact everyone is a vulgar appearance party. If the boss of your family is too curious, he will go out to brag. Not loud.

"I feel that many of you are secretly saying that I am handsome, and many of you are secretly jealous of my appearance and talent. No need to hide it. I can feel your emotions, my colleagues in Beihai."

In the silence, Blake spoke his first words.

This immediately triggered a burst of laughter, making the heavy atmosphere on the dock lighter.

But it also made some guys with ulterior motives change their expressions, and they hurriedly tried to stabilize their minds, not to have some inappropriate thoughts at this critical moment, lest they be perceived by Lord Black.

But in reality, pirates are just bragging.

In the absence of Xal'atath, relying solely on the "seven-headed beast" anima inlaid on his helmet was not enough for him to sense the mental activities of tens of thousands of people in an instant.

It's not that pirates can't do it.

But he didn't dare to do it.

If he really does this, his brain will not be able to process so much information and it will definitely explode like a watermelon after being hit hard. That would be embarrassing.

Although he won't die, it still hurts, bastard!

"That's right. Smile more. I know that the alliance fleet outside the island has put a lot of pressure on you. I also know that the 'little optimization' I just made on the island's personnel structure makes you worried.

But that's totally unnecessary, folks. "

Blake spread his hands and said in a gentle tone to the pirates in the dock and port:

"The damned people are already dead. The fact that you are able to come here alive means that your sins are not enough to offend me. It means that you are not bad enough to make me look at you differently.

This is certainly a good thing.

This means that your evil still has room for hopeless growth.

Of course, I taught you a truth today.

That is, don't try to jump left and right before the dangerous moment of unknown situation arrives. This is a very dangerous behavior, especially for useless idiots who don't have enough brains.

I don't ask for loyalty from everyone, but I can't stand the bickering of incompetent people.

I think these colleagues who have died and are destined to go to hell are enough to teach everyone a little lesson. Originally, there was a course fee for teaching such dark wisdom, but because everyone is frightened, this I'll give it to you this time.

Okay, stop talking about these unhappy things.

Let's talk about something happy. "

Under the silent gazes of all the pirates, their commander Black Shaw pulled out a strange staff with a cool and mysterious appearance, wrapped in a purple-black stream of light, from his bag as if by magic, and held it against his body with a bang. beside.

When this staff touches the deck of the Nagfar, its weird eyeball-like head causes ripples in space that are visible to the naked eye.

Some spellcasters among the pirates couldn't help but exclaim at this moment, such as Miss Caitlin Ruinweaver, a warlock apprentice from Sanaras Academy who was hiding in the crowd and watching Lord Black's speech with bright eyes.

She stared dumbly at the black staff in the pirate's hand.

Even though she was only a low-level mage, warlock apprentice, and a trainee pirate, even her meager and negligible spellcasting ability could clearly sense the terrible corrosion and damage that the staff caused to the surrounding space system.

That thing is like a walking singularity in space.

Caitlin, who grew up in the Archmage's home and was well-informed, had never seen or even heard of such a domineering and arrogant air artifact.

"You don't need to know what I have in my hand! You don't need to know how it works! You don't even need to know its name!"

Blake's voice became deeper the next moment.

He waved the Scepter of Sargeras in his hand, drawing a numbing black space crack in front of him, and shouted:

"You just need to know that the treasure in my hands can send all of you and your broken ships out of this damn island surrounded by the Alliance navy in the blink of an eye.

I can send you to any place in this world you want to go according to my wishes.

Yes, there is no doubt, poor bastards, it was I who asked Captain Anne to gather you here, and it was I who set up this trap and used you as bait to guide the Alliance fleet here.

All the preparations are for this moment. The bad old man Barry Westwin, who is proud of himself and feels that he is sure to win, will soon know that all his arrangements and conjectures are not worth mentioning in front of me.

Because I won't fight this war according to his ideas at all.

Well, old men who have been eliminated by the times are always like this. They are not willing to become a stepping stone and background for young people. They always want to use their remaining energy and prove themselves.

They always ask me to be fair in these games, but they never understand that I'm not even playing the same game as them.

That stinky old man who tried to kill all my useless subordinates reminds me of an old guy I hate very much.

Well, speaking of which, I still want to call Marshal Barry uncle. I still remember how he taught me to shoot foxes with a shotgun when I was a child.

Those hunting experiences will last a lifetime."

"Captain, I'm off topic."

Seeing that the drunken Blake was getting more and more off-topic, and started to complain to the pirates about his elders, Anne Bonn, who was standing behind Blake, hurriedly reached out and poked the stinking pirate in the waist, and whispered a reminder.

Only then did Blake come back to his senses. He coughed, waved his staff again, and shouted:

"Anyway! You're in trouble today, you sloppy and useless North Sea pirates! The big bags you prepared for robbery in advance are definitely not enough!

Because I want to lead you to launch the most gorgeous, largest and most exciting robbery in the past three hundred years!

I will humiliate them in front of the Alliance Navy!

I want them to see with their own eyes how I can easily trick them, jump out of their encirclement, and make it impossible for them to return to their hometown to help.

Yes, you losers!

Your boss, the terrifying overlord of this endless sea, is me, Black Shaw. I want to lead you today to do something big that will definitely go down in history.

Now, I want to choose a lucky country to launch an epic pirate feast!

I have prepared everything for this, and I believe that after my "encouragement" at noon today, you must have completed your mental preparations before taking action.

Then there is only one problem left.”

The smelly pirate paused, then grinned a cold and malicious smile, and shouted:

"So, which lucky country can usher in all these wonderful things? You tell me! It's up to you to judge!"

Blake's shout caused the entire quiet dock to boil instantly. All the pirates looked at each other first, and then they shouted at the top of their lungs about the perfect robbery target in their hearts.

Perhaps because they were angry with Lordaeron at sea recently, most pirates were shouting slogans for Terenas to die.

There were also some ingenious guys who had heard some weird rumors related to Lord Black, so they called out the name of the country "Kul Tiras".

The remaining targets are more niche, ranging from Gilneas to the Kingdom of Stormwind.

The most peculiar thing was that a few exiled Quel'dorei pirates actually called out Mount Hyjal, and were then knocked down with sticks and dragged away by the Void Watchers hiding in the crowd.

I don’t know how these guys who have never been to Kalimdor and the night elves have such hatred?

"Okay! I have heard your opinions. Now pick up the knife, prepare to board the ship, prepare to fire the cannon, and prepare for a big robbery, you losers!"

After nearly a minute of such commotion, Blake raised his hands and made a stop motion.

The entire dock quickly returned to silence. As the pirates drew their weapons and held bottles of wine, their chief commander raised the scepter of Sargeras high in his hand as the pirates drew their weapons and looked at them with increasing anticipation.

A large-scale group teleportation was launched with the evil staff as the center of the circle. Waves of space fragmentation caused the sky above the pirates to reflect dense black spider webs.

Just like an oversized balloon being blown up, the moment it expanded to its maximum range and enveloped all the pirates and ships in the entire dock and port, the pirates who were cheering almost crazy heard the voice of the "Great Commander" again.

"Our epic plunder is about to begin. As you wish, let's go to Quel'Thalas and have a good time! Well, you losers are quite discerning. You actually guessed what I wanted most at once. I hope it’s a good place to visit.”

The pirates' expressions at this time were full of question marks.

But then everyone relaxed.

Isn't robbing something?

Right?

And Quel'Thalas is even richer. He really deserves to be Black Shaw. What a wonderful vision!

Elves!

Shiver!

The pirates are coming!