Shadow Trails in Azeroth

"boom"

Creedon was hit hard in the abdomen, as if his whole body had been hit hard by a battering ram. His eyes were dizzy, and his body staggered to the side.

He didn't want to fall.

But the difference in physical strength is too big.

Red was a famous young chief in the tribe before. He inherited the fine blood of his father, the legendary warrior Blackhand Warchief. He experienced many hard battles while following Blake across the Walton Desert.

Especially after the final battle with the undead in Hell, Red's fighting skills were greatly honed, and more importantly, the violent mind that once belonged to a young man also grew during this journey.

Perhaps due to some factors in his character, he was a less than qualified fighter.

But his horizons have broadened too much, especially after following Blake and dancing with the gods. He has seen a wider world and has begun to feel ashamed of his short-sightedness in the past.

He is also growing.

"Well, maybe you need a break?"

Red watched Creedon fall to the ground, but did not step forward to chase him. Instead, he shook off the blood on his fist.

He glanced back, and the sailors behind him howled like they were crazy. Under the leadership of the knights, they rushed towards Red, trying to save their hero.

But a group of loyalists under Red's command surrounded Red and fought against the rushing human sailors in the same dense formation.

The quality of unity is not just for humans.

"boom"

Red's move of turning back gave Creedon the knight the possibility to counterattack. When the orc turned back, Creedon was like a beast covered in blood, waving his fists and pounced towards Red.

He stooped and rushed into Red's arms, punched Red's chin with both fists, and knocked the tall orc back.

He roared with great courage.

Regardless of the blood left on his body, for a moment, the anger in his heart formed into some kind of substantial force, as if there was an angry blood wrapped around his fists.

He was weak, he was in pain.

But he couldn't feel it.

He just wanted to punch and knock the arrogant orc chief in front of him to the ground. He wanted to win!

Freedom to fuck!

He no longer wants freedom, he just wants to fuck the bastard in front of him!

"ah!"

With the roaring anger in his heart, Creedon threw one last punch at Red. The hot power wrapped around his hand, allowing him to focus all his will and strength on this punch.

The anger was roaring, urging him to hold on to victory!

Just this one punch!

Knock him over!

"boom"

Creedon's desperate fist was blocked by Red with his arms crossed. The moment the two collided, a heavy force blasted around them, causing pieces of the deck beneath their feet to shatter.

Reid took three steps back before he could stop the push.

He put down his painful arms and looked at the human knight standing in front of him, staggering to straighten his body and panting. A look of respect appeared in the orc's eyes.

He said:

"It's such an honor. I just witnessed a warrior's awakened anger. The door has been opened to you, allowing you to seek strength. It's a pity that

You learn too late. "

Red shook his arms and clasped his fists. The same red anger wrapped around his fingers. The orcs no longer regarded this as a game.

He looked at the powerless Creedon in front of him and said:

"The human body limits your talents. If you are an orc, you will definitely become a powerful warrior."

"Go to the orcs of NM!"

This was Creedon's answer.

The punch just now used up the last of his strength. Facing Reid who became serious, he could only respond with vulgar words. He gasped and the blood in his eyes almost covered the sky in front of him.

He said:

"I was born in a human body, I am honored to have a human soul, and I will die fighting in a human body. I am worthy of my oath and my life.

Orcs!

Come on, kill me! Just like you have done for the past six years.

But you can never defeat us!

You have already lost!

I will watch your defeat from the sky and watch you be slaughtered by my compatriots! Dai Lin will pay you back ten times what you have done to us in the past six years!

Hahaha, come on, I will die without regrets! "

This is provocation.

He knew that he would die today, so before he died, he passed on his will to his companions through the sound of rage, inspiring them to continue fighting.

And Red was not provoked.

He just closed his eyes and rushed towards Creedon. In a powerful and heavy charge, Creedon's weak body was smashed into the air, and Red grabbed his arm and threw him over his shoulder on the deck. .

The orc sat on the human's waist, punching Creedon's cheeks and chest with both fists.

Creedon could no longer resist.

But every blow could not break the smile on his blood-stained cheeks.

That contemptuous, unbreakable smile.

"ah!!!"

Seeing their hero being slaughtered by the orcs, the other sailors were all excited. They ignored the obstruction of the other orcs and charged towards Red like crazy.

Keep punching, keep attacking.

Every moment, humans or orcs fell in a pool of blood, dyeing the deck of the Alpaca blood red. The pirates further away looked at this scene in shock.

The foxes were frightened.

The old foxes covered the eyes of the little foxes to prevent them from seeing.

And the snake people

Their reactions are strange.

They withdrew from the battlefield and no longer participated in the fights between orcs and humans.

They seem to have learned that this is not the battle they should participate in.

"boom"

Red's last punch hit Creedon hard on the chest, causing the bloody knight to open his mouth and spurt out a wisp of blood. As the world was spinning, the orc raised his hands above his head and walked step by step towards the side of the Alpaca. side.

"no, do not want!"

Many people were roaring and shouting.

They knew what Red was going to do.

"Don't worry, warrior, you won't die today, and you won't go to the sky, you will fall into the sea."

Reid said softly:

"Congratulations, warrior of humanity, you can continue to serve your oath, but this time, you may have to change your allegiance to a different master."

"puff"

The next moment, Creedon was thrown into the sea below by Red. The dying knight who lost consciousness roared into the sea like a free fall.

A bloody wave splashed up.

He fell into the water, and when his limbs were stretched, the blood overflowed, attracting the sharks wandering around to pounce on him, wanting to feast.

But unfortunately, they are destined to fail today.

Deeper under the sea, the aura of darkness spreads, causing those ferocious sharks to retreat as quickly as if they had seen their natural enemies, leaving the knights in the water to continue falling and falling.

Finally, after passing through an invisible film of water, it fell on the decaying deck of the Nagfar.

In the last corner of his vision, Creedon saw a ghost wearing a three-cornered hat, hanging in front of him, looking at him curiously, and after a few seconds, he said to him:

"From now on, I appoint you as the battle captain of the Nagfar. Welcome to the undead fleet, Jon Creedorn."

Creedon's consciousness was dazed.

But he seemed to feel that an unknown fate would befall him.

He lay on the decaying and cold deck and looked above his head. In the shining water, there were blood warriors one after another being thrown into this sea of ​​despair.

He selected the warriors among the sailors for Black, and at the end of the brawling competition, sent them one by one to the pirates.

From now on, their fate will be forever bound to the legendary ghost ship Nagfar.

Unfortunately, this is not a blessing.

"No!!!"

——

The carnival of the pirates and the lively and exciting boxing championship ended at noon.

As expected, the top ten places in the fighting competition were all taken by the orcs of the Black Fang Clan. They got their wish and got back the cursed gold coins that had been taken away from them.

And while the other pirates were in awe, they enjoyed a delicious pork chop dinner.

As for the human captives.

Unfortunately, not everyone is like the Knights of Creedon and his companions, who can ignore the threat of death with only courage and faith.

After the orcs threw more than forty bones into the sea one by one, the remaining sailors succumbed.

Their faith collapsed.

Between dying generously and living an elusive life, they chose the latter.

After all, not everyone can become a warrior, and not everyone can become a legend.

The total number of sailors and merchants on the four merchant ships was more than 400.

Excluding the caravan members, there were nearly 300 sailors captured this time, and they were evenly distributed among the several ships currently owned by the undead pirates.

The addition of these skilled sailors who can complete the sea voyage will effectively alleviate the embarrassing situation faced by Blake's fleet.

At least, he doesn't have to worry about those landlubbers messing around and sending his ship into the reef.

In the afternoon, the fleet set sail again.

The Alpaca's escort ship was replaced by three small merchant ships captured from the caravan. These ships have a simple structure, are flexible, and are very fast. They are best used to escort the fox people.

But there was also a merchant ship and the fleet's flagship, the Nagfar, which mysteriously disappeared.

They did not sail to the eastern continent with the fleet.

Under the deep water, in the cabin of the Nagfar, Captain Black is sitting on his "throne". In front of him, Miss Meredith and the old businessman Herb are waiting.

Behind him, the expressionless Knight Creedon was guarding him.

The knight is dead.

But not quite dead.

His soul was captured by the Naqfar and returned to his body, making him a special existence between life and death. As long as he was still on this ship, he could maintain his life.

But once you leave, you will enter the undead state.

In his situation, there are still forty-three people left in the Nagfar at this time. They are all tough guys who would rather die than surrender. They are also the first group to accept the Nagfar after it fell into Black's hands. combat team members.

"I'll leave you two with a boat."

Blake knocked on the table and said to the future Lord and Lady Meredith and the old businessman Herb in front of him:

"When approaching the waters of Kul Tiras, you will be released, and a few sailors selected by me will return to Kul Tiras with you.

You two are smart people, you should know how to make up a story. "

Blake looked at the old businessman Herb and said:

"As for you, old Herb.

I know that your Chamber of Commerce is affiliated to the Great Chamber of Commerce of the great merchant Farrewell. I also know that that guy has close contacts with the Ashvane family and has great hands and eyes in Boralus.

I want you to use his connections to get me a few decommissioned warships from the Kul Tiran Navy in the name of your Chamber of Commerce.

The first batch is at least five ships!

Don't talk to me about rags. "

The pirate pointed outside the cabin and said:

"I will also pay you. I am a very generous person, and the extra money will be regarded as my investment in your chamber of commerce. You are a businessman, and you should know how to choose.

Run your chamber of commerce well. I will rename it "Albatross." You must temporarily forget my existence and work hard to expand your business.

Then, when necessary, I will call upon you. "

Blake sat up straight and said to the trembling old Herb:

"Do you know who you will serve in the future?"

"certainly."

The old businessman lowered his head and did not dare to raise it to look at the pirate in front of him.

His teeth were chattering, and his voice trembled as he said:

"Your Highness Drake, you are destined to inherit the throne of Kul Tiras, and the entire kingdom must obey your instructions.

My Chamber of Commerce and I will also serve you wholeheartedly.

I.I’m honored”