Shadow Trails in Azeroth

Chapter 170 78. Oops! After being recognized, this person cannot be kept!

"Our three ships are finished!"

In the sea of ​​​​night, on the last merchant ship that immediately broke away from contact after noticing the pirates' appearance, a tall warrior in armor put down the telescope in his hand.

He said in a difficult tone:

"There is something weird about those pirates. They are very cunning and know how to show weakness and lure our ship into taking the bait. Something is wrong, something is wrong tonight!

They are not here for the wealth.

Perhaps, their target is Miss. "

"how come?"

Next to the old soldier was an old man dressed as a businessman, holding a musket with trembling hands.

He tremblingly wanted to load the musket with projectiles, but he tried several times and failed to complete this simple action. He looked fearfully at the three ships on the distant sea that had been destroyed by the pirates' gang fighting.

There was extreme reluctance and pain in those eyes.

It was his caravan ship.

It was his property, and for a businessman, there was nothing more painful than seeing his property taken away and being unable to do anything about it.

But he still has sense.

He knows that at this moment, money and other things are not important.

There is also an important person on his ship who is temporarily aboard. He is a top nobleman in the Kingdom of Kul Tiras. If she is also harmed by pirates, his family will be doomed.

“The whereabouts of the young lady are completely confidential, especially after she entered into an engagement with the Lord’s son, the family will not allow any information about the young lady to leak out.

Even this trip to the fleet to meet Mr. Arthur was kept completely confidential!

How did those stinking pirates know that the lady would return to Drustvar on my merchant ship? "

The old businessman's tone was trembling. He thought of many things in an instant, and whispered to the soldier wearing a helmet next to him:

"I heard some rumors in Boralus. It is said that the Ashvane family also intends to marry their eldest lady to the son of the Lord to consolidate the relationship between their family and Drustvar.

Creedon, tell me, are they secretly doing this?"

"Don't think too much."

The soldier was silent for a few seconds, shook his head and said:

“The eldest lady of the Ashvan family was originally going to marry Prince Drake, and both parties have already started discussing this matter, but how long has it been since the prince died in the battle?

They did not dare to choose a marriage for their eldest daughter at this time, as this would offend the Proudmoore family, which was in mourning.

People of the Ashvane family have always been shrewd and would not do such stupid things.

This matter tonight should have nothing to do with them.

We're just unlucky.

Take it easy, old Herb.

Although our Waycrest family is located in a remote place and is not as wealthy as other families, as long as the lady escapes safely tonight, the compensation we should give you will not be less.

As for those three ships, they can't be saved! "

The middle-aged soldier was very decisive. He took one last look at the dark sea, turned back and said to Old Herb:

"Speed ​​up immediately and stay away from this sea area. The pirates only have three ships. At this distance, it is too late for them to catch up with us. We must protect the safety of the lady!"

This matter involves the reputation of the Waycrest family. Once something happens to her, we will all..."

"Boom"

A loud noise from under the sea interrupted the warrior's instructions. He, the old businessman beside him, and the surrounding heavily armed soldiers with knives and swords turned around in shock.

In the next moment, everyone subconsciously held their breath.

What did they see?

In the rough waves of the dark sea, a black-grey, decaying, sinister and terrifying battleship wrapped in a keel, with a giant dragon skeleton on the bow and a huge mouth opening, was rising in front of their ship. rise.

The ship's sails were not unfurled.

But the big crooked mast on it looked like a huge cross hanging a dead man.

As soon as the strange ship appeared, it concentrated the fear in everyone's heart.

It was as if the ship was alive.

It was like a hungry deep-sea monster, poking its head out from its lair and looking at everyone on the merchant ship with gloomy eyes.

It wants to eat their flesh, blood, souls, and their ship as snacks!

Although the Kul Tirans are the bravest people in human civilization who are most eager to conquer the sea, they are warriors who fight the sea, but the sailors are always the most superstitious group of people.

Especially in a strange world with all kinds of strange phenomena.

The legend of the ghost ship is an enduring scary story in the streets of Boralus. Every day, countless drunkards loudly announce that they have seen a real ghost ship.

But in fact, no one can survive after seeing the ghost ship and drink and brag confidently.

Except now.

Except tonight, except for the "lucky ones" on this merchant ship.

"The tide is coming!"

The old businessman was paralyzed with fear.

He couldn't hold the musket in his hand, and he lay slumped on the undulating deck, pointing at the dark thing in front of him that appeared like a ghost and blocked the front of the ship.

He couldn't even utter a complete sentence.

But no one laughed at him.

No one bothered to laugh at him. Even the bravest knights of Kul Tiras felt their whole bodies go cold in this situation.

Oh my God!

Why did they encounter something like this that only existed in legends?

Is it because I didn’t pray to the Tide Sages of the Church of Storms before setting sail? Then after we escape the danger tonight, can we go back to the Tide Temple to make up for the offerings?

Tide, save us!

"That ghost ship is coming toward us! Oh my God! There's someone on it! There's someone on the mast!"

Amidst the piercing screams that could not hide the panic, the entire merchant ship deck was in chaos. As the sailors screamed and shouted, everyone looked at the keel ghost ship that was speeding towards them.

In the darker and colder night, they saw.

That man wearing a pirate hat, a pirate trench coat swaying in the wind, and an eyepatch. Is that the legendary ghost pirate? ——

Blake saw them before the frightened crowd could see them.

But the pirates were in no mood to mind them.

He was talking about another thing with his ghost dragon first mate.

"The Nagfar cannot be equipped with ordinary naval guns. Once it is launched into the water, the gunpowder will be soaked. I have to find a way to make up for my baby's disadvantage in firepower.

Perhaps the goblin engineers in Booty Bay can give me some."

Blake suddenly stopped as he spoke. After thinking for a few seconds, he shook his head and said:

"Well, forget it, let's go to the dwarf for this. Just be funny, it's better than blowing up the chamber before firing. This precious ship of ours doesn't like fire very much."

"Maybe a blade thrower?"

The ghost pirate dragon was suspended next to Blake, giving his captain advice:

"The night elves' blade-throwing carts, they used that kind of thing to defeat the Burning Legion in the War of the Ancients. The moon blade thrown by that kind of blade-throwing cart, although its frontal destructive power is not as good as the artillery.

But it shoots far.

In the hands of well-trained sentry troops, moon blades can still bounce. On a small boat like this, three moon blades are enough to smash it. "

"You mean, let me take my group of landlubbers now, run to Kalimdor, and snatch a blade-throwing vehicle that is enough to arm the Nagfar from the hands of a well-trained sentry force?"

Standing on the mast, Blake was looking at the merchant ship in front of him that was hurriedly trying to turn around and escape. He said to Sephiel in a faint tone:

"Do you think my life is too prosperous, so you plan to cause trouble for me? Do you know how many legendary rangers there are in the Night Elf Moon Kingdom now?

Do you know that once the war starts, how many legendary druids can the wounded sentry ladies call out from their dens?

Do you know how many demigods are sleeping on Mount Hyjal now?

Rather than listen to your bad idea, it would be better for me to directly lead the team to attack Boralus Port.

At least he could die happily.

If I fell into the hands of those druids who like to 'plant trees', I would be worse off than dead.

Look at what they did to poor Lord Xavius, tsk tsk, it makes me, a stinky pirate, feel chills all over my body. Is that what the so-called benevolent Archdruid can do?

Pooh!

Demons are kinder than Malfurion. "

"Hey, I just said it casually."

Pirate Dragon also knew that she had made a common-sense mistake, so she turned her head away and said something in an awkward tone. She then abruptly changed the subject and said to Blake:

"Quick! Rush over and hit them! They are going to run away."

"Whoosh"

Blake's figure disappeared from the mast in the next moment. The powerful shadow of the black sail and the blessing of the bloodline talent, and the secret of the shadow brought by the full-level pirates were opened.

The pirate's shadow step spanned nearly thirty meters, and when the Nagfar at full speed passed by the merchant ship, he appeared in the chaotic crowd on the deck in an instant.

The pirate didn't even draw his sword.

He didn't dare to draw the knife, not that he was afraid of hurting these people.

But now with the blessing of many talents, even without using skills, the combat effectiveness of pirates on the sea has been infinitely close to the critical state of ordinary people.

He was afraid that he would not be able to hold back his strength and chop the ship in front of him with another knife.

"Shua"

The Shadow Master talent was activated, and the flowing shadows were shaped in Blake's hands, and the next moment they converged into two cool-looking one-handed war hammers.

The pirate swung up and hit the sailor in front of him on the cheek with a hammer.

As the Shadow Warhammer shattered, the sailor was beaten so hard that he rolled around on the spot and passed out when he landed, with blood flowing out of his mouth and broken teeth.

"Uh, that's a little too hard."

The warhammer shaped by the shadow appeared in Black's hand again. This time he held back his power and struck the hammer to the left and right, knocking two sailors unconscious to the ground.

Well, when it comes to capturing prisoners, there's nothing better than a blunt weapon.

Hopefully they won't be left with concussion lingering effects.

The pirates had no intention of buying medical insurance from the goblins for their incompetent men.

"There are a lot of people."

Blake killed ten sailors in a few seconds, and looked to the side. Amid the shouts of several knights wearing heavy helmets, panicked sailors had gathered.

They are afraid of ghost ships.

But the one who appears now is obviously not a ghost, this is a person!

very good.

As long as they are human, they can be killed.

do not be afraid!

We have strength in numbers!

Even though no one said it, it was what everyone on deck was thinking.

The next moment, a dozen muskets were lit and fired at Blake.

The projectiles flew over and hit the pirate's body, but they seemed to hit a group of endless floating shadows.

Shadow cloak.

Well, using this kind of skills to deal with these sailors who are not even elites is a bit ungrateful, but what does it mean? Black, who is thick-skinned, is still brewing a big one.

"Buzz"

The scattered shadows boiled away in the next second.

There seemed to be more than a dozen Blakes attacking at the same time on the deck. The flying shadows also created illusions, real and fake, and a dense "drumming sound" suddenly sounded on the deck.

As those shadows danced wildly, afterimages appeared behind the sailors gathered around them, and then disappeared in the next second, and they fell to the ground one after another as if they were dead.

It's like a crop of wheat being swept away by a sickle.

The knights in heavy armor held on a little longer, but only a little longer.

The shock caused by the blunt shadow war hammer hitting the thick armor made them feel like broken bottles.

Amidst the screams, within two seconds, he was knocked to the ground by multiple consecutive attacks.

The last warrior, the leader of the warriors, the young knight Joan Creedon of the Waycrest family, had his helmet knocked off by an uppercut.

He gritted his teeth and wanted to smash the warhammer in his hand at the black shadow in front of him, but the next second his wrist hurt, and the warhammer in his hand was "disarmed" by Black.

The warhammer spun around in the pirate's hand, was clasped by five fingers, and knocked off the knight's head.

"No! Prince Drake!"

"don't want!!!"