Shadow Trails in Azeroth

Chapter 155 63. Meet the King of Rags--Additional update for all brothers【45】

"Kill! Kill him! Don't let anyone escape!"

As the Nagfar quietly surfaced from the hidden sea behind the coast in the early morning hours, when it is easiest for people to relax their vigilance, a group of violent orcs with new weapons rushed over at lightning speed. .

The berserker warriors headed by Red Blackhand, carrying sophisticated heavy weapons provided by the devout snakemen, easily tore apart the first wave of defenses outside the dock within a few minutes.

In Red's manic and bloodthirsty roar, the orcs under his command waved desert crescent-shaped war halberds with lightning arcs and dotted with sapphire fragments.

Every blow can easily kill snake men who are not as tall or powerful as them.

These black-toothed grinning orcs are now the most elite marines in Black's hands. With the blessing of not fearing death, they can unleash their inner roars at will.

He is the perfect trailblazer.

The Zandalari Troll Exiles, who were shouting and rumbling in all directions, were considered cannon fodder to disrupt the front line.

Led by several guys who were formerly Sandfury bandits and were now promoted to battle captains by Black, they relied on their numerical advantage to carry out harassment operations.

To put it simply, set fire everywhere.

Their combat effectiveness is far less powerful than the orcs.

Moreover, the quality of the nearly 400 people varies greatly, and at least one-third of them, even with the blessing of cursed gold coins, are "pure bastards" who can only wave their flags and shout.

It's okay to fight with the wind going smoothly, but if we really encounter some difficult bones, it's probably difficult to make any difference.

"It still doesn't work."

In the chaos, on the gravel dock burning with fire, Blake, wearing a pirate king suit and an eyepatch, let go of the old bone-eating eagle on his shoulder.

Let it replace his own eyes and guard the surroundings further away from the dock.

Then he threw a torch to the snake man's tent next to him.

As the flames burned, he skillfully opened the snake-man war bow in his hand, and casually hit a hunter mark on the snake-man priest who was preparing a lightning spell dozens of meters away.

With the Mark of Death effect and the talent of Proudmoore's bloodline, the sniper arrows with proficiency +2 exerted the power of a master. The sapphire bone arrows whizzed out and pierced the air, making an explosion and easily piercing the lightning shield of the serpent priest.

While blasting its head into pieces, the bone arrow continued its power, and pierced the body of an unlucky snake man next to it. It flew up with its slender body, and was stared at the stone pillar next to it. superior.

"Cool!"

After completing a double kill, Black gave himself a "come on" action and stopped sneaking at all.

Under the escort of three Ravager Orcs, Xieyan the Dog-Legged Man carried a bag of gemstone bone arrows from the Snake Man and held a war bow. He walked deep into the dock while shooting a sniper arrow every few seconds.

In addition to eliminating those snake commanders and highly threatening priests at targeted locations, you can also brush up on your sniper skill proficiency.

After so many battles, Blake has deeply understood a truth.

It’s a good thing to have many skills, as you can combine them into very cool and wonderful killing moves.

But having too much but not being good is a very bad thing.

The skills he currently has are completely sufficient. What he needs to do now is not to learn more skills, but to spend more time to improve the proficiency of these skills.

You don’t need to reach the master level for every skill, but at least get the proficiency level.

When used in this way, at least the accuracy can be controlled. If all the combat skills he currently possesses can be practiced to the master level, then Black's combat effectiveness can at least be doubled.

"Captain! Look there! The snake leader is running away!"

The evil eye warlock guarding the captain sneered and threw a ball of brimstone fire, forcing the two snake assassins who were trying to hide in the shadows to attack secretly. They were forced out of the shadows and ignited.

Amidst the burning screams of the snake assassin, the warlock looked up.

A hundred meters away, I saw a leader wearing a gorgeous robe and who was slightly larger than the other snake men. Escorted by several personal guards, he sneakily climbed onto a sandworm mount that was as weird as a trilobite.

He immediately shouted to the captain who was immersed in the hunt.

"Run? Where to run?"

Blake had already had his sights set on the target.

Hearing the prompt from the evil eye, the war bow in his hand immediately changed direction, with the hunter's mark added. The gem bone arrow on the bow string was being charged, and its surface was also wrapped with a layer of shadow like black smoke. force.

The Shadow Master talent is activated.

Charge for five seconds.

Plus death mark and bloodline blessing.

The moment the sniper arrow was released, its power surged beyond the legendary level. As Black's fingers relaxed, the arrow flew out and disappeared into the shadows.

Like a sneaking assassin, the sniper arrow flew away from its trajectory until it was only ten meters away from the snake leader who was a hundred meters away, and then it flew out of the shadows again.

The black smoke peeled off, spinning at high speed, and with lightning speed, it pierced between the eyes of the desperate snake leader.

The sapphire arrowhead and bone shaft exploded, shattering most of its body into flesh and blood.

"Kacha"

The exquisitely carved snake-man war bow in the pirate's hand also broke at this moment, and Blake looked helpless.

After adding the combat talent, the destructive power is enough.

The problem is, a weapon of this excellent quality simply cannot bear it.

"Captain's archery skills are unparalleled in the world! The rangers of Quel'Thalas and the hunters of the Mok'Nathal clan are not worthy of carrying your shoes."

The orc warlock immediately praised him in a disgusting way, but Black shook his head. He knew his own family, and his shooting skills may have been very powerful in the eyes of humans and orcs.

But he had fought with real elf rangers. In the eyes of those arrogant long-eared people, Black's arrow had no power and little skill.

It was just relying on strength to crush and deliver a fatal blow, without any technical content.

It is not an exaggeration to say that I am just getting started.

"Not even close."

Blake did not throw away the broken war bow in his hand, he looked around.

The orcs are really good at raiding and plundering. In less than ten minutes, the unfaithful snakemen in the entire gravel dock have been defeated head-on.

The number of remaining snakemen is still higher than that of the orcs, but without their commander, they are no longer able to form an effective counterattack and can only be killed by the orcs above them.

The moonlight shines on the bloody pier. Whenever the orcs pass through the moonlight, their flesh and blood seem to have completely faded away, turning into moving bloody skeletons.

But once the moonlight shines away, it will return to its normal state.

The box of cursed gold coins that Black used Bwonsamdi's death demon to get was really something.

After wearing it on the pirates under his command, when the difference in strength is not large, the undead pirates are almost invincible when the two sides fight in close combat.

But when encountering magic attacks, the effect is not satisfactory.

no way.

There is nothing so perfect in the world.

But the immortal power it comes with is very powerful, and it still makes the equipment quality of this box of gold coin jewelry made by Blake himself reach an epic level.

The few devout snake people who served as guides, along with the cannon fodder trolls, began to rescue the compatriots who were hung high in the sky by ropes on the ruined stone pillars of the entire dock. Most of them were extremely weak and dying.

"We are about to return to the Eastern Continent, and we need to collect the supplies and other supplies on the way. We are short of everything on board the Nagfar, so you can take some people there and take inventory."

The pirate said to the orc warlock beside him who nodded and bowed:

"Carry everything that can be taken away from the dock onto the ship, and burn what can't be taken away. And the souls of those unbelieving snake-men, capture them with soul stones, bring them back to the ship, and feed them to me." Baby'eat.

Come in person! "

"Yes, Captain!"

The evil eye warlock immediately accepted the order and headed to the other side with his raiding guards.

Blake himself walked around the gravel dock, looking for something.

A few minutes later, he heard a whistling sound, looked around and found Garona wearing a hood, waving to him.

The legendary assassin has been discovered!

The pirate's eyes lit up, and he stepped forward quickly. He threw a flying knife made of shadows on the way, and stabbed the two unfaithful snake-men to death as they struggled to climb up from the flames, and stored their souls in the soul stone in his hand.

"It's right inside! It's really hidden deep."

Garona pointed to the inside of the severely weathered building next to her and took Blake inside. As soon as they entered the semi-open-air room, a strange smell hit them.

But it's not a disgusting smell.

Blake looked ahead, and there was a weird garbage pile there.

Its appearance is no different from an ordinary garbage dump.

It was filled with all kinds of messy things, including tattered clothes, half-eaten fruits, some tattered furs, broken bricks, broken weapons, damaged armor, etc.

There are all kinds of strange things.

The reason why I say it is strange is that when the garbage dump is already so big, it only emits such a little smell, which is really unreasonable.

Judging from the size of this garbage dump, under normal circumstances, you should be twenty or thirty meters away, and you can smell the disgusting smell of fermented garbage.

"This is it."

After checking again, Blake turned back and nodded to Garona.

He and the legendary assassin simultaneously took out a large bag of stuff from their respective magic bags, which contained all the messy things they found when cleaning up the cabin of the Nagfar.

There are dead hair left by the half-giant undead, a dilapidated Vrykul drinking corner, some hand axes and knives dressed in decay, and wine bottles that have been lost for unknown centuries in the cargo hold of the Nagfar. Grow torn pieces of clothing, furs, etc.

They smell weird and don't have any magical aura. They are all extremely standard, meaningless gray items.

To put it simply, they are all standard garbage.

Blake also gave Garona a warning and said:

"Check again. There can't be any gold coins mixed in. These expensive things as tribute will only offend that Loa."

"I checked it several times."

Garona replied with a weird expression. She really couldn't imagine what kind of Loa with bad taste would treat these garbage as tributes to treasures?

But she trusted Blake's judgment.

Along the way, the pirates' judgment has not gone wrong.

"Follow me and repeat to me."

Blake stepped forward, first placed the broken bow in his hand on the large garbage pile in front of him, and then took out the garbage in his pocket one by one.

While putting it up with a respectful gesture, he recited in troll language:

"Gani, Garni, the god of garbage! Where is your treasure chest?"

"Rich man, poor man, don't care. What you gain is very meaningful."

"Your heart can be seen through at a glance. Your secrets are constantly blocked. If you discard them like shoes, they will be of great use. If you hear them as jokes, they will be playful. If you think you are great, you will be defeated.

As you fall into despair, no one can help you. Only Ghani, regardless of position.

My status is low and you cannot see me.

Gani, Gani, others despise me, but I am yearning for you! "

As the strange slang-like chanting finished, Blake cleared his throat again, stood up straight, bent slightly towards the garbage pile in front of him, and said loudly:

“Protector of scavengers, god of trash, god of abandonment, god of secrets, king of thieves, lord of slaves, keeper of secrets, god of scavengers.

Old Garni!

We have paid tribute to the Scavengers Holy Land and asked you to show up to meet us. "

Garona also shouted accordingly.

Soon, the call was answered.

Amid a strange cry, like a child's laughter, blurry smoke rose from all around, and in the blink of an eye, the figure of a strange beast, Loa, gathered on the large garbage pile in front of him.

There is also the slightly uncomfortable greeting that always seems to have a touch of sarcasm and ridicule:

“Hello, you rich people who are full of glitter.

What wind has brought you to this holy land of scavengers that does not belong to you? You also carefully prepared an almost perfect gift for old Garni.

What kind of return do you want from Old Ghani? "