Shadow Trails in Azeroth

Chapter 174 82. What is this? Oiled (Part 2)

"Invite their 'opponents' to appear!"

On the deck of the noisy Alpaca, following Zarak's order, a strange thing was thrown into the Colosseum with a loud laugh by a sturdy orc.

This is a beast!

It has a round body, short but powerful limbs, teeth that can crush bones, a pair of innocent eyes, and two wide, wind-catching ears.

That’s right!

this is a pig

They were either ferocious wild boars or ordinary domestic pigs.

It's not big, and it's not ready for the market yet.

However, its body is now covered with a thick layer of grease, making it look golden and shiny. Needless to say, it is known that this thing is very "slippery" now.

He was probably frightened by the shouts of the pirates around him.

The moment the poor pig was thrown into the "Colosseum", it started howling and running around, trying to escape the crowd, but would be kicked back by the surrounding pirates.

At this moment, not only the ten human captives who were sent to the "Colosseum" were stunned, but even the ancestor turtle Kojo who was looking here from the stern of the ship was stunned.

"Huh? What's that? A greased pig?"

The Ancestral Turtle Collector turned back in shock and looked at Blake. He said:

"Are you deliberately humiliating them?"

"No, no, my friend."

The pirate grinned, pushed up his hat, and said:

"Seriously, this is a battle of fate. Yes, my prisoners will fight for their lives, even if the opponent is just a greased pig.

Today either I have grilled pork chops to eat, or the sharks in the water have human flesh to eat.

Someone will always be satisfied.

This is what the celebration is all about.

Besides, it’s just a harmless opening game, the real excitement is later, my friend, please be patient and watch. Maybe today's story can also give you some inspiration to write a story about stinky pirates. "

The Ancestral Turtle Collector thought about it and felt that Black was right.

He took out a large telescope from his luggage, put it in front of his eyes, and looked up at the deck so that he could see more clearly.

"Listen up, you ten lucky guys."

The noble Akunda Zalak will be standing on the "stand", that is, on top of the piles of supply bags, like a professional host.

He lengthened his voice, took another flapping little turtle from Eudora's hand, and placed it on the long wooden pole at hand.

Shout to the ten human sailors in the makeshift colosseum:

"You have time to catch the pig before this little turtle crawls to the other side. Come on, there are ten of you, it's impossible that you can't even catch a pig, right?

If you catch it, you will be lucky to survive today!

If you can't catch it.

Haha, friends, your end will probably not be so good! Now, in the name of the distinguished captain, I declare! Game start! "

As he shouted in a prolonged voice, the cunning troll let go of the turtle in his hand. The little turtle immediately stared with dark eyes and crawled slowly towards the other end of the wooden pole.

The ten sailors in the "Colosseum" also woke up from a dream.

They looked at the ugly alien pirates shouting around them, looked at the weapons waving in their hands, and the fear of death made these ten people tremble.

They are also trying to maintain their dignity.

But not everyone can face death calmly.

A few seconds later, a young sailor could not withstand the pressure, shouted, waved his hands and rushed towards the pig running around. He jumped accurately and already hugged the pig with both hands.

But the pigs were frightened too.

It also wants to live.

The struggle was very violent, and the grease on its body made it so smooth that it was almost impossible to hold on to it. No matter how hard the sailor tried to hug it, the squealing pig still escaped.

Two other sailors joined the "pig-catching" battle.

They followed the pig around and pounced on it from time to time, but the pig would nimbly avoid it, or simply rely on its oily skin to escape from the sailors' capture.

The embarrassing posture of throwing himself to the left and right made the pirates watching around laugh.

The orcs booed, the trolls hugged their bellies and laughed together, and the foxes couldn't cover up the sharp sound of their laughter. Even the newly joined snakes swung their tails back and forth like rattlesnakes.

It means they also find it interesting.

Thanks to the hard-working "performance" of these sailors, the atmosphere of the celebration suddenly became lively.

"Hahaha."

The ancestor turtle Kojo also laughed. He had just seen the scene of four sailors rushing together from four directions, and the pig escaped from the gap, which made the old turtle laugh heartily.

He put down the telescope and said to Blake:

"How did you come up with this method? This is so fun."

"Not original to me."

Blake waved his hands modestly and said:

"Pursued by the Kul Tiras fleet, the pirates in the South China Sea had a very miserable life. They always had to have fun in their misery. This method of teasing people is very popular among some fringe pirate gangs in the South China Sea.

I'm just borrowing it for a while.

Well!

Not bad, I caught it so quickly. "

In Blake's admiration, the farce in the small Colosseum finally came to an end. No matter how flexible a pig is, it is impossible to escape the pursuit of ten people in such a small area.

Amid the boos from the surrounding pirates, the ten sailors tied up the struggling pig with clothes hand in hand. Panting, they seemed to share the same hatred of the enemy.

With a wave of his hand, the pig was thrown into the stands.

The noble Akunda glanced at the unfortunate pig, shrugged his shoulders, opened his arms, and shouted:

"Brothers! Thank you to our prisoners for their wonderful performance. Because of their efforts, the champions of today's 'Pirate Boxing Championship' will have pork to eat!"

"ha!"

The surrounding pirates cheered again.

As for the nearly 400 human captives on the four merchant ships, there was a burst of whispers. They finally knew what these stinky pirates were going to do with them.

And soon, a large group of orcs surrounded their powerful chief Red and walked out from below the deck with a proud face.

It was like a superstar coming on stage.

As Red led his warriors towards this side, Zarak's voice became louder and louder, and the troll shouted:

"After the small warm-up game, the real highlight is here. Pirates, let's have a good time and fight today! The distressed sailors of Kul Tiras will fight against the violent orcs of the Black Teeth Laughing Clan!

Except no weapons allowed!

There are no rules! It’s an unlimited fight! Use your fists to punch without limit! Until there is only the last person left standing! That's the championship!

That's the boxing champion! That is the strong one!

The wild warriors who persisted to the last ten people today will not only gain freedom, obtain artifacts given by adults, gain our respect, but also eat delicious roast pork!

Now!

I declare the fight begins! ! ! "

"ah!"

The first orc pirate jumped down from the stand with his bare hands and punched the unlucky human sailor before he could react, knocking him unconscious on the deck.

More pirates rushed out of the crowd, including orcs, trolls, even aggressive fox-men, and some snake-men who were just watching the fun and not taking it too seriously.

Several Ancestral Turtle Guards also joined in the big fight.

The pirates who did not participate quickly retreated in a tacit understanding, and surrounded the human prisoners on the deck with two human walls at the front and back with the Colosseum as the center.

But it didn't stop them from jumping from the edge of the deck to escape.

Knight Creedon, who had been waiting for an opportunity, immediately grabbed the frightened old Herb beside him and rushed to the edge of the deck. However, when he rushed there and took a look, the knight immediately frowned.

In the blue water below the ship's side, which is more than ten meters high, there are sharks swimming back and forth.

"Pirates used the excrement of their domesticated beasts and threw it into the water to attract sharks."

The old businessman grabbed the knight's wrist and shouted:

"This is a trap! They are not afraid of us jumping into the sea to escape! Don't go down. You have no weapons. Facing sharks in the water will simply lead to death!"

"Then there's just fighting, right?"

Knight Creedon sighed.

He turned back and looked at the chaotic deck behind him, where the unarmed pirates were fighting with the equally unarmed human captives.

The numbers of both sides were equal, but the pirate side clearly had the advantage.

Whether they are orcs or trolls, in terms of pure strength, they are much stronger than ordinary people. They also have a height advantage. After a rough fight, the human side was quickly broken up and had to fall into their own ways. In a war situation.

"They want to conquer us"

The human knight gritted his teeth, resisted the dizziness caused by the concussion, spat aside, and said to the old businessman Herb:

"These bastards don't want to kill us at all, they just want to defeat us! So that we can join them willingly. That pig just now was for humiliation.

This melee now is all about conquest.

But don't even think about it! "

"Knights of Waycrest! Follow me!"

Creedon shouted, and a dozen knights in the melee heard the call, immediately abandoned their opponents and ran towards Creedon.

More than a dozen of them formed a group, and under the leadership of Creedon, they used their fists and skilled combat skills to kill people from a corner and engage in melee on the battlefield.

The pirates fighting on their own could still bully the human sailors when one on one, but now facing organized brawlers, their individual advantages were quickly divided.

When an orc raises his fists, he will be hit by seven or eight fists at the same time. Without weapons, even a violent orc must lie down instantly in the face of such an intensive attack.

"Kul Tirans! Don't give up! Stand up! Keep fighting!"

The injured knight kept shouting.

He gritted his teeth, jumped up and hit a troll in the eye socket with his elbow. The bastard fell to the ground and screamed in pain. He was trampled by many feet and soon lost his breath.

More and more sailors joined the knights' camp and began to fight against the stinky pirates as a group. The chaotic battle situation was reversed in a short time.

Creedon pulled off the bloody bandage on his head, grabbed a broken wooden stick, and tied his Waycrest shirt behind him as a battle flag.

He led the group of sailors in a fierce attack.

Wherever he rushed, the sailors followed him.

No one can stop them.

As they charged, they also roared with war cries. They were incredibly brave.

Black, who originally had no great interest in the fight, stood up from his chair. He looked at the pirates who were being quickly cleared on the deck below, his left eye full of dissatisfaction.

He said:

"Look, these are my incompetent men. I should really throw them all into the sea and feed them to the sharks!"

"It's not their fault, my friend."

The ancestral turtle collector beside him had already picked up a pen and paper and began to record this story worth recording. Kojo looked at the one-sided battlefield and said to Black:

"I see courage and unity shining through humans. Perhaps this is why your civilization can defeat the orc invaders."

"No, it's not. It's just a heroic act that inspired the courage of a coward."

The pirate shook his head and said:

"That's good. That knight gave the sailors courage. He is their light of hope and spiritual pillar. This is the meaning of a hero's existence.

But just break him!

These sailors are mine. "

"Red! You idiot, how long are you going to keep posing there!"

Blake shouted:

"Deal with them!"

"boom"

Following the captain's roar, the top thug under the undead pirates also joined the battlefield with his elite troops. Red jumped hard and hit the deck. He swung his foot and kicked aside the troll pirate blocking the road in front of him.

The tyrannical chief flexed his fingers and looked at the human knight Creedon, who was several heads shorter than him.

He said:

"You are a good warrior and have earned my respect. I want to admire your fighting posture again, but I want to tell you quietly that my captain is a madman! I don't want to offend him.

So, come on! "