Shadow Trails in Azeroth

Chapter 173 81. What is this? oiled (top)

"Get up! Get up! Sluggards!"

Rough scoldings resounded in the dim cabin, mixed with the sounds of whips and screams. This noisy movement soon woke up Joan Creedorn.

The knight of the Waycrest family opened his eyes, and what he saw was a dark cabin, and he immediately felt a sharp pain in his forehead.

The pain made him curl up while rubbing his forehead, letting out a low whimper.

It was like being hit on the head with a wooden stick, accompanied by the symptoms of concussion, making it difficult for the knight to concentrate. His body was shaking, and when he was about to fall, he was supported by the people around him. .

"Are you okay? Knight Creedon? You really scared us when you were brought here last night. You were covered in blood. We thought the orcs tortured you."

The familiar voice stirred the knight's heart. He struggled to get up and looked behind him.

In the dim cabin, he saw a frightened old Herb and several other young sailors, all of whom were on merchant ships.

"Where's the lady? Did she escape?"

The knight reacted quickly, and immediately asked about the situation of the person he was responsible for protecting, and then touched his forehead. There was a bandage tied there, and there was an unpleasant herbal smell.

But the wound was no longer bleeding.

"no one knows."

The old businessman Herb shook his body. He lay on the edge of the cage-like cabin and looked out. You can see some orcs leading trolls to roughly pull the prisoners who were caught on the big ship out of their cells.

From time to time, he would swing his whip and severely beat those disobedient sailors.

That scene frightened the old businessman. He shrank his head and said to the knight behind him:

"I quietly asked other people, some said that the lady was captured by pirates, and some said that they saw the lady slip away in a small boat. There is no definite news, but what is certain is that the pirates won a great victory.

They captured us all, but they didn't kill us. They just took us to a strange big ship, as if they wanted to take us as prisoners. "

The old merchant turned back to Creedon and said:

"I have an old sea dog under my command who once dealt with Zandalari troll merchants. He said that the trolls who robbed us last night were all from Zandalari, and there is a tradition of slavery there.

I estimate that we are likely to be bought over there and be slaves to the trolls. "

"But what happened to those orcs?"

Knight Creedon also saw what was happening outside the cabin. He leaned against the cage and looked outside. He could see many orcs walking back and forth in the cabin.

As a knight of the Waycrest family, he escorted Miss Meredith to the eastern continent. When he had a secret meeting with Master Arthur, he also saw orcs on the Gilneas Peninsula.

I even killed a few with my own hands.

There was no mistaking the orcs.

"Aren't these greenskins supposed to be in the Eastern Continent? Their warchief failed under the city of Lordaeron, and Marshal Lothar and the Alliance elite are now pursuing them.

Why would there be greenskins coming to become pirates? "

The knight's questions are destined to remain unanswered.

But it doesn't matter, the answer will be announced soon. A few minutes later, several tall orcs carrying whip weapons and a group of troll exiles came to his cell.

"You lazy idiots! Come out!"

The orc cursed in a bad tone and waved the whip in his hand a few times.

The door of the cage was opened, and the vicious troll rushed in, kicking and punching the people in the cage and driving them out.

There were trolls holding spears, forming a circle around them. The spear tips dotted with sapphire fragments pointed at them, and there were tiny arcs of electricity dancing on the spear heads.

"Don't be impulsive, Creedon! There are many of them."

The old businessman Herb whispered to comfort the knights beside him, fearing that Creedon would not be able to suppress his anger and would fight these arrogant pirates. They have no weapons in their hands now, and if they really fight, they will be stabbed to death easily.

"You! Lift your head!"

However, the orc in front of him seemed to be deliberately looking for trouble.

He struck the knight's feet with a whip and scolded Creedon to raise his head. The knight's fists were now clenched tightly. The old businessman and a sailor were holding him down to prevent him from doing something stupid.

Creedon was furious. He raised his head and stared at the orc in front of him with red eyes.

The orc obviously didn't like this provocative look. He sneered and whipped down, leaving a whip mark on the knight's face. Creedon was not afraid of the pain.

He struggled several times like a wild animal and shouted loudly:

"Greenskin! Give me a knife, let's fight! I will twist off your head and use it as a ball!"

"Hold him down!"

The orc was angered by this provocation. He pulled out the knife from his waist with a swipe and roared. Then several exile trolls pressed Creedon's shoulders to the left and right and pushed him to the ground.

The orc sneered and licked the blade with his tongue before slashing it towards the knight's cheek.

But before he could do anything bad, he was hit in the back by a kick from behind, sending his whole body spinning and flying out.

"Several captains are waiting up there! You bastards are still playing! Don't want the head anymore? Go and drag that pig out, and let him join in the fight later."

The masked Zalak, the former noble Akunda, was holding a luxurious staff in his hand. He scolded, and the trolls around him rushed up and dragged the irritable orc to the deck.

Zarak glanced at the angry human knight in front of him again. The Northland troll sneered, waved his hand, and said in a strange human language:

"You want to show off your bravery? Human being, do you think you are brave? Hehe, there will be plenty of opportunities for you to show off soon. Bring it with you! The arena is about to start, and the evil master is waiting for you.

Move faster, you pigs.

If you dare to spoil his mood, you will all be whipped! "

Under the scolding of Blake's second-in-command, the troll exiles who had officially become pirates quickly pushed these prisoners from last night to the upper deck.

Creedon, who had whip marks on his face, was among them. As he walked up, he was observing the environment in the dark cabin. He saw many animal cages.

But what was placed inside was not a beast, but some strange creatures that were grazing with their heads lowered and covered with down, like sheep or deer.

Each one of them looks harmless to humans and animals, and they also make light calls.

There were some short, bipedal creatures with big tails that looked like foxes, pushing carts and feeding the alpacas.

In the animal pen on the other side, there are some coyotes with gray-white skin and evil screams.

But there are vixens watching over them.

These are tamed beasts.

In the warehouse between the lower deck and the upper deck, there are many caravans with their wheels removed, which are fixed between the cabins as temporary dormitories for the fox people.

The second deck of this weird ship is divided into several areas.

Although the beast is tamed, it is kept very clean.

When they walked up the stairs to the upper deck, the early morning sunlight suddenly shone through, causing the prisoners who had stayed in the dark cage all night to subconsciously close their eyes.

Then they heard the noise coming from the deck, with gongs and drums beating, as if there was a celebration.

"The tide is coming, this boat is so big!"

Creedon heard the exclamation of the old businessman Heb beside him, and turned around to glance at the deck in front of him. Indeed, the upper deck of this strange ship was huge, two times larger than the largest flagship of the Kul Tiras Navy. lock up.

The most amazing thing is that such a large deck is straight and made into a square shape, but there are no masts on it, just like a flat road.

On both sides of the huge hull, there are also small auxiliary hulls with four side-by-side masts for temporary use of wind power. Behind the deck, there is a higher stern tower.

Just like an observation platform, it is also divided into two levels. There are some pirate orcs and trolls holding war bows on it, walking back and forth on guard.

This is obviously not a human battleship.

Creedon thought to himself that he had never seen anything like this in the fleets of Kul Tiras or other kingdoms.

"Go! Go over there and stand over there!"

The trolls escorting them behind them gave the knight a hard push and asked him to take a few steps forward. These people were forced forward by their spears, and soon they saw their own people standing in front of them.

They were all sailors and caravan members who were captured by this group of pirates on four merchant ships in the battle last night. Now they were all brought to this huge deck.

Everyone had fear and anger on their faces, but they had no idea how these pirates were going to deal with them.

Behind these prisoners, some trolls were carrying things, forming a large circle of more than 20 meters in diameter on the deck. There were also some foxes and the ancestor turtles accompanying the ship preparing large barrels of wine.

There were also food taken from four merchant ships, which were placed in some large basins, as if there was really a celebration.

Further away, some orcs and troll pirates have begun to warm up.

They didn't carry weapons, so they beat each other with fists. They were surrounded by a group of spectators, waving their hands and cheering them on.

"What are they going to do?"

One of the captured human sailors asked in a fearful tone. Creedon did not answer, and the knight looked around. Finally, he set his sights on the stern of the ship behind the large deck.

He stared at the high place, and could vaguely see some people standing there, seeming to be looking this way.

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"I've heard that human pirates will celebrate after a successful plunder, but do they often organize such large-scale entertainment events?"

On the towering stern of the Alpaca, the ancestor turtle collector Kojo was holding a glass of wine in his paws. He looked at the commotion on the deck curiously and asked Black, who was sitting outside the cabin and smoking a pipe:

"What on earth are you going to do with those human prisoners? They are all Kul Tirans. If you hurt them, the powerful fleet of that ocean country will keep chasing you."

"And what do you want me to do? My friend."

Blake waved his hand and said:

"Let them all go? Are you kidding me? I need these skilled sailors. As for today's joyful celebration, it is just to welcome new members to join us.

I'm also going to choose some crew members for my ghost ship.

Um.

It's almost time.

Eudora, let the celebration begin. "

"Yes, Captain."

The small quartermaster jumped out quickly, following the cable like a flexible monkey, and jumped to the deck. She shouted a few words to the crowd.

Immediately there were bursts of whistles and cheers on the deck.

The humans don't know why, but everyone is on guard. No matter what the pirates are going to do, this meeting is about to begin.

"Brothers and sisters of the Immortal Pirates!"

A high-pitched voice sounded from behind the crowd. The humans turned around and saw the noble Akunda wearing a robe and mask outside the temporarily built "small colosseum", shouting at the top of his lungs. arrive:

"Look here! Look here! We had a great victory last night. The noble captain was very satisfied with our performance. He decided to give us a celebration!

We have enough wine! There is enough meat! And there's plenty of entertainment!

But it’s just a small game at the beginning.

We are going to pick out ten lucky guys, na na na, who will be so lucky? "

As Zarak finished speaking, the human captives were dispersed by the swarming pirates. Soon ten unlucky guys who couldn't dodge were dragged out and thrown into the " "Colosseum".

"Today, the prisoners we captured must fight for their fate! Only the strongest and most powerful ones can leave our ship alive!

Cheers to them, brothers and sisters.

They are powerful warriors from Kul Tiras, and they are fearless! "

Zarak was originally a priest of the Temple of Akunda, and he was very good at playing. In his long-voiced sarcasm, all the surrounding pirates laughed and gathered around.

"Now, please invite their 'opponent' to appear!"