Shadow Trails in Azeroth

"The front is approaching the Broken Islands. The Helagars left behind by Hela have raised a fog. This is the promised signal. Those damn shabby fleets should already be waiting there."

At noon the next day, the Naqfar rose from the sea to the surface.

Seifer took the helm with a cold face, and the lookout on the ship kept sending back messages, but the first mate was too lazy to pay attention, and just drove the ship straight into the cold fog of death.

Hela has completed Xalatath's "Bad Woman Teaching" and will probably go to the Vrykul tribe in Northrend. No one knows how the madman plans to take revenge, but we can look forward to what is about to happen in the Vrykul society. Big changes.

As a thank you, Hela left almost all of her "property" to Black, but unfortunately, the now-arrogant Pirate Pirates did not intend to accept it all.

He really couldn't stand the "rags" left behind by the unscrupulous Hela.

But the procedures that need to be followed still need to be followed.

Lord Evil God glanced behind him. He refused to make any comment on what happened last night. After all, the direct style of top warriors was too scary. When he was calm, he could still follow Evil God's guidance and flirt, but when he was really excited, he glanced behind him. After that, it was like going to the battlefield.

Just seek victory and nothing else.

And the idiot warrior who finally succeeded is now sleeping soundly. Her sleeping posture is quite in line with the quiet and elegant style of the elves. Her pointed ears will move when she is dreaming, which makes her look full of cuteness.

The only problem is that this guy's "defense level" is so high that he almost can't break through the defense. It's really embarrassing.

Tsk tsk, scary.

"Don't make trouble with me!"

Fenner gave Blake a slap in the face in a daze, turned over and continued to mutter:

"I have mastered your fighting skills, and I will teach you a lesson next time. Just wait and see, I will definitely become a great warrior who conquers the evil god.

I want to hone my combat skills, continue to practice my skills, and defeat your damn arrogance in one go.

This is much more interesting than winning the arena or something. "

Seeing that Fenner was about to tell more details, Blake quickly silenced her and told her to shut up and have a good rest. Hey, girl, you don't want to say something that won't pass the trial!

The evil god shook his head, and instead of sitting in the wheelchair, he staggered out of the captain's room. The battle scars left by Sargeras were being erased by the dual godheads. This process would become faster and faster. According to Black's prediction, after they After arriving in the Shadow Realm, he can recover to about half of his strength.

"Hey, isn't this Master Black?"

A strange voice came from the entrance of the cabin. The cold-faced first mate Sephiel folded her arms and leaned against the cabin wall, staring at Black with squinting eyes. She threw a grape into her mouth and looked at the pirate up and down. ,explain:

"The noise last night was like a battle. I confirmed that I heard the sound of bones breaking. Is this really okay with you? Do you need to take a rest?"

Veins popped up on Blake's forehead, it was reversed! What's wrong with this world? Even a small bronze dragon dares to speak so unreasonably in front of Lord Evil God!

Must be taught a lesson!

So amidst Sephiel's exclamations, her whole body was pulled by the shadow and brought into the cabin next to her, and the squealing screams quickly subsided.

Ten minutes later, with a rosy complexion, she helped the captain out of the cabin.

Of course I didn't do anything embarrassing, I just got a lesson.

Lord Black didn't like her yin and yang arrogance, and the evil god wanted his virtuous and virtuous parasaurus to return, so the well-behaved Sephiel came online again.

As an old couple, in the process of gradually losing their passion, they always need a little noisy little spice.

"Captain, the commander of the Hades Fleet said he would come to visit."

A ghost sailor reported the news of the visitor to Blake, but the pirate was not in the mood to argue with Hela's subordinates. Besides, he was an evil god with status. How could anyone meet him if he wanted to?

"Tell them that I'm a little tired now and need to rest, so that they don't have to stay here and wait for orders."

Blake was supported by Sephiel and walked to the bottom cabin, waving to the sailors on his ship and saying:

"I have no intention of recruiting them, and the Immortal Fleet does not need more ghost ships at the moment. They are still subordinates of Hela, and they only need to wait to obey the orders of the Hades Queen.

They are free to plunder, or attack demons, whatever they want.

Take those Helagar with you, I don't need those weak undead to serve me. "

"Well, those ghost ships I saw were actually pretty good."

Sephiel whispered:

"Their ships were all made by Hela with great efforts. They are already comparable to the original appearance of the Nagfar. Would it be too wasteful to just give it up?"

"I can't take all the good things."

Blake shook his head and said:

“Besides, I won’t be back for a long time, so what’s the point of keeping these ships?

I also don’t want to see the era of pirates come to an end after I leave.

The world is lively, and having a group of ghost pirates wreaking havoc will make it livelier, and will also give those survivors who have experienced war and then entered peace something to do when the next era begins.

Do not worry.

The captains of the undead fleet, as well as Garboa and Eredin, will take care of them. "

"makes sense."

Sephiel was convinced.

Just seeing that Black did not bring any other battleships this time and only brought a Nag'far into the River Styx, you can tell what he was thinking. He wanted to keep the undead fleet in Azeroth and become the legend of Black Shaw. witness.

As for what will happen without the undead fleet led by Black, it has nothing to do with the pirates.

He has already planned the future for his subordinates, and the "Azeroth Route" he mentioned to Gaboa has also entered its final stage. As soon as the war is over, the entire world can be connected with the ocean as a road. Together.

When the captain and first mate walked into the lower deck of the Nagfar, there was another movement in the teleportation hall.

As a familiar voice sounded, the trio of warlocks, still carrying the smoke of war, rolled over and rushed over. The three shameless guys knelt on the ground and hugged Blake's legs. They screamed:

"Oh, Captain, why don't you take us loyal people with you if you want to leave?"

"Yes, the world without the captain is meaningless to us, and it is not worth remembering at all!"

"When we heard the news that you were leaving, we couldn't wait to jump back to the Burning Legion and help them destroy this sad world that has lost its most elegant colors."

"You three are really enough!"

Blake's brows twitched. He kicked the three guys over one by one and scolded:

"Don't be so embarrassed. You are pretending like shit in front of the evil god! It's too late for you to be happy when you hear that I'm leaving, right? Look at the fake smiles on the three of you. I really want someone to slap you in the face with the sole of their shoe."

"Captain, how can you be so sarcastic?"

Evil Eye was the first to jump up and shout:

"Our loyalty to you is as clear as day!"

"Yeah yeah."

Zarak also jumped up and spread his hands as if he were worshiping a god and shouted:

"As long as you say a word, let alone any hellish world of death, we will dare to break into it even at the end of the stars."

"The two of them have finished talking, but so have I."

The skinny boy slapped his chest and swore like an orc.

But the captain just sneered a few times and said:

"Okay, then the three of you will stay on the boat now. We will enter the River Styx in an hour. Passing through the curtain of life and death means that you are dead and will not be able to return to this world.

Everything you have, your reputation and wealth, and the status you have worked so hard to obtain will disappear, and only your legend will be left in this world.

Nothing else.

I conservatively estimate that no one will remember you in a few decades."

The cabin fell silent.

The three warlocks looked at me and I looked at you. Just when Evil Eye gritted his teeth and was about to agree, he was kicked over by Blake, and Lord Evil God cursed viciously:

"Go away, I see your loyalty, now go back to your position and do what you should do, just to give you some time to think.

You are no longer barefoot. There is no shame in hesitating before such a choice. By the way, I would like to convey these words to others. I do not force anyone to follow me.

After all, I don’t know what lies ahead, and I might be tricked to death as soon as I enter the kingdom of death.

Who knows what will happen next? "

After saying that, Black cursed and turned around to leave, while Sephiel took out the ticket book for the Nagfar at the right time, and gave ten tickets to Elan, Windrunner's mother, and Prince Farodis. , Dean Lanyue, there are still six cards left.

The first mate threw the ticket book to the three sorcerers and said:

"Take it back. This ticket has an existential connection with this ship. You don't have to make a decision in a hurry. Write your name on it when you are tired of living.

Also, tell the captain to the four passengers on board that if they don't want to stay on board, just erase their names. "

Sephiel glanced at the trio of warlocks, she laughed and said:

"As the captain said, everyone has a desire to pursue. We are pirates and we insist on fairness. Think of this as Black Shaw's last mercy to his men.

Remember to bring the words.

Now, get lost, it will be too late by the time the boat enters the River Styx. "

After saying that, Sephiel turned and left.

Only the three warlocks remained in the dark cabin.

Xieyan pursed his lips, looked at the ticket book in his hand and then looked at the darkness in front of him. The warlock who had followed Black for the longest time clenched his fists and turned around without saying a word.

As soon as he took a step, Zarak and the skinny boy jumped on him and pushed him to the ground. The three warlocks fought in a ball and screamed:

"How dare you betray the captain! Watch me strangle you to death!"

"Get out! You idiot, I'm not betraying you. I'm just telling others what the captain said. This is what the captain wants them to hear."

"I don't care! You are just a traitor who wants to betray! As a righteous person, I cannot turn a blind eye to this!"

Xieyan's fingers were broken by Zarak, and the skinny boy used his hands to pull out the bloody marks on his face. He screamed in pain and kicked the two guys away. Then he got up panting and yelled:

"Don't be stupid! We are going easy, but what about the fleet? Don't you understand? This is a choice left by the captain to the fleet captains.

We are the captain's spokesperson, and even if we want to leave, we can't leave now.

The captain is the absolute core of the Immortal Fleet. He is leaving now. Without a smooth handover, our fleet will fall apart within a few years.

No one wants to see that outcome.

We must go back and take over the overall situation in place of the captain. You two bastards, get up! Follow me, this must be done beautifully. "

"We can't control it that far."

Zarak howled:

“We are not captains, we cannot suppress those ambitious guys, and not everyone is as loyal as us. There are always wild dogs running around eagerly who don’t know who their master is.

The division of the fleet is inevitable! "

"The fleet can be divided, they can also fight among themselves, or even start a war to compete for the pirate treasure left by Black Shaw!"

The skinny boy also calmed down. He pulled up his hood and said in a gloomy tone:

"The undead fleet can even change its name, but the power left by the captain cannot dissipate quietly. The pirate kingdom Tol Barad must exist and live forever together with the human empire!

This legacy, shaped by Blake Shaw himself, must live on.

I think this is probably what the captain wanted us to convey. "

Xieyan summed it up more directly:

"If the Immortal Fleet will fail without Black Shaw, then it shouldn't have existed in the first place! This is the news that the three of us must tell the others.

We have to fight with words, not with force, and we can't let bastards like Gaboa and Eredin take advantage of the situation.

The captain is lending our hands to arrange the funeral arrangements."

The three warlocks discussed it here, and Zarak was also convinced.

While the three of them were discussing, they quickly walked into the teleportation hall and returned to the Eastern Continent.

At the same time, next to a strange column in the bottom of the Nagfar that had just been made by the Mecha Gnome crew, Blake took out the damaged Argus artifact.

He held up the ruler's crown composed of three-color crystals, and placed the three-color crystals in the grooves of the pillars under the gaze of the excited Princess Nagfar.

The power of the domain enhancement surged up from the bottom of the cabin with an explosion of three-color streamers in the next moment, climbing up along the keel of the ghost ship and each board that was strengthened to the limit. In just a few seconds, the black ghost ship was completely destroyed. The artifact's light enveloped it.

"Ah, I feel warm in my body."

Princess Mononoke screamed and said to Blake a little uncomfortable:

"Dad, what will I become after this enhancement?"

"I do not know either."

Blake raised his brows and kicked the little fishman at his feet who was poking the shiny ship wall next to him with a dung fork. He said:

"The domain enhancement of Crown of the Governor is effective against Eredar artifacts. It is not very consistent with your attributes as a ghost ship. I have no way of predicting what you will become after the enhancement is completed.

But you can probably decide for yourself what you want to be."

The evil god rubbed his chin and said to the ghost daughter whose eyes were getting brighter and brighter in front of him:

"After all, you are theoretically a living creature, so you should be able to control part of this enhanced power. Speaking of which, I haven't asked you yet, my dear.

What kind of ship do you want to be?

As a ship girl, don’t you have dreams? "

Ps:

It’s boring, I won’t write this again.