Shadow Trails in Azeroth

Chapter 198 17. Accepting the New Day

"I don't understand."

The little pirate Canrisade who followed Black out of the cellar was still immersed in the shock of his captain killing the terrifying black knight with one move.

He looked back at the cellar with the broken door behind him, and then at Blake who was humming and walking in front of him. He frowned and asked:

"What do you mean by what you told them? You don't seem to care about the treasures in the cellar at all. Are you here for the nine black knights?"

"You should call me captain, you rude little bastard!"

Blake turned back and bared his teeth at the thin boy, and said:

"Next time you dare to be so rude, I will hang you on the mast and expose you to the sun for three days and three nights. Maybe I can teach you what politeness is."

"I'm sorry, Captain, I was wrong."

The little pirate immediately apologized.

After experiencing the "big adventure" with the captain, he already had some understanding of his captain's behavior, and it was best not to offend him.

But he still couldn't understand the purpose of Blake's actions.

Following the young man's nature, he planned to ask more questions. Black seemed to sense Kanrisade's uncontrollable curiosity, but he had no intention of explaining.

He just waved his hand and took out a long-handled staff decorated with ruby ​​gems from the bag on his waist, put it in his hand and tossed it up and down.

The head of this staff is a finely polished gem. Around the big gem, there are four small gems rotating around it, which looks mysterious and unusual.

This is one of the treasures in the cellar.

The pirate put it in front of his eyes, stretched out his hand to stroke it, and said:

"Jordan's Staff, an epic quality, a rare classic weapon, a symbol of the powerful party, is said to be the most perfect creation made by the magic craftsman Master Jordan, and not many of it remain in the world.

Wear it on your back and walk on the streets of Dalaran, and you will be the prettiest of all the little mages. Maybe he could even use it to trick a few ignorant Kirin Tor female apprentices into spending the night together. "

He glanced at Kanrisade and threw the epic staff to him with a wave of his hand.

"It's yours, use it well."

"I do not want it!"

As if receiving hot coals, the little pirate let go of his hands and threw the priceless staff to the ground. He shouted:

"This staff has been cursed by the Black Knights, whoever gets it will be unlucky!

Those black knights don't care how you got it, they will just follow the scent and kill the bastards who dare to touch their treasures, I understand! "

Kanrisade stared at his captain with wide eyes.

The latter no longer paid attention to him, put his hands behind his back, and walked away humming a song like a playboy, the second generation ancestor.

The little pirate glanced at the staff on the ground.

He blinked, reached out and picked up the priceless staff, put it in his hand and rubbed it.

This thing is taller than others and quite heavy. It swings like a war hammer with a powerful force.

"From now on, if I don't like anyone, I will 'give' this thing as a gift to him."

At this moment, the little pirate and little warlock seemed to have been opened to a new world. His black eyes were filled with brilliance. At a young age, evil thoughts began to brew in his heart.

"Wonderful!"

Kanrisade marveled at Blake's dark wisdom.

He glanced at the abandoned cellar behind him with some worry, and finally, like a thief, he held the precious Jordan staff in his hand and ran quickly towards the gate of Karazhan.

Ten minutes later, the panting little pirate ran back to the banquet hall.

Evil Eye and Zarak are currently in the banquet hall, assisting their evil captain in the undead pirate's "newcomer" ceremony.

The specific process is that the orc warlock releases the undead imprisoned from Karazhan one by one from the soul stone.

The eloquent troll Zarak politely asked them if they wanted to join the undead pirates.

Those who agree to join will be put into the soul stone again for cultivation.

and refused to join

"ah!"

A male undead dressed as a nobleman had his neck cut off by the war scythe Ursalus in the form of the Hand of Death in Black's hand.

The undead howled and fled, but its soul was absorbed by the cursed holy object, and it was imprisoned in the war scythe forever, restoring strength to this weak evil weapon.

"Next."

Black, who was wrapped in howling purple soul fragments, waved his hand. The wailing souls wrapped around him were the form when the warlock's talent, Soul Extraction, was activated.

The screaming soul swirled around Blake's body, adding another layer of gloom and evil to the captain wearing a pirate hat and pirate trench coat.

Following the captain's casual voice, the dog-legged evil eye bent his waist, picked up one from the pile of soul stones placed on the dining table in front of him, and released the ghost in it with a smile.

The guy released this time is a bit weird.

He is in the form of a ghost, but he has handsome blond hair on one side. He is wearing a purple actor's uniform with black stripes that is worn by aristocratic attendants.

He is tall and has a handsome face. Although he is scared, he still tries his best to maintain a decent posture.

"What's your name? What's your specialty? What's your position in Karazhan?"

The noble Akunda asked in a perfunctory manner.

The undead glanced fearfully at the pirate captain who was holding the Scythe of Ursalus and enjoying dwarf tobacco. He first performed a very standard etiquette and replied in an excellent voice:

"My name is Barnes, sir. I am the backstage manager of the Opera House, stage manager, and announcer for the noble Lord Medivh.

Me.I'm good at pleasing an audience. "

"Uh, that doesn't sound like much use."

troll said:

"Can you fight?"

"I wouldn't, that's too rude."

Barnes shook his head. Seeing Blake's face darken, he hurriedly waved his hands and said:

"But I can learn. I learn things quickly, and I believe I can become an excellent pirate in a short period of time."

"Take him."

The fuming captain waved his hand and said:

"We need an announcer on the Nagfar. He might be able to arrange some new plays for me. Pirates also need entertainment."

"Thank you Captain!"

Barnes bowed to Black with a wink, expressed his gratitude, and was taken back into the soul stone by the evil eye.

"Next."

The captain's voice sounded again, like a reminder.

But this time, what was released by the orc warlock were two undead souls, a man and a woman.

The man was handsome and handsome, and the woman was charming and gorgeous. They were all dressed in gorgeous costumes. When they were released, they seemed to be still immersed in the drama.

First, the woman raised her hand and shouted in a charming tone:

"Where is my master? Where is my Romero? O Sword of Joy, this is your sheath!"

Immediately after the handsome male undead, another Jianbu rushed up, hugged the lady around the waist, made another exaggerated stage play action, and responded in a very magnetic voice:

"This dark destiny was built in the past. It began with sorrow, and it must end ~ tonight."

As they spoke the words of the play, the two of them moved affectionately, their cheeks slowly getting closer, and finally they kissed passionately as if no one else was watching. The human pirates, orc warlocks and trolls in front of them looked at each other in confusion.

"These two undead have lost their minds. There is no use keeping them. It's better to kill them."

Blake hated the smell of dog food.

He stood up suddenly, held the war scythe and went forward, but the orc warlock grabbed his wrist and said loudly:

"No, Captain, these two undead are very powerful. I caught them, but it took a lot of effort."

"You two, are you willing to join the Immortal Pirates?"

Zarak also asked loudly.

When the couple heard this question, they let go of each other.

The woman held her heart in her hands and said in an exaggerated tone:

"My Romeo will go on an expedition to the sea to win the crown of the ocean for his beloved. This is so romantic."

"As you wish, my Juliet, my heart will always burn for you, and my sword will always fight for you."

The two were separated for less than a few seconds, and they were tired of being together again.

Blake shook his head as he watched, but he knew that these two undead, whose minds were filled with romanticism, were indeed one of the most capable people in Karazhan.

So he suppressed the disgust in his heart for the sour smell of love and included them both in the pirate group.

The warlocks are still releasing strange undead souls. These are all "actors" in Medivh's opera house. Probably in order to better appreciate the opera, the astral mages gave them some strange abilities.

"Shua"

The undead spirit of a cute little black-haired girl was released. She was wearing a pair of red dancing shoes. She timidly looked at the people in front of her and said:

"Gentlemen, can you take me home? And where are my friends the Scarecrow, the Lion and the Tin Woodman?"

"Don't worry, little Dorothy, your friends will be here soon."

Blake, who looked indifferent just now, smiled while leaning on his scythe, and said to the little undead in front of him:

"It's a waste of you staying in Karazhan. I'm going to take you to a fun place, and many friends will accompany you. But I must first confirm that you have the ability to protect yourself in danger.

Let me see, little Dorothy, what you are capable of. "

"Really? Would it be fun?"

The little undead's eyes suddenly lit up.

She jumped up and down in her red shoes, then stretched out her hand, and skillfully summoned a ferocious hell hound as the warlock watched in astonishment.

As soon as the demon appeared, he roared and rushed towards the people in front of him, but the little undead grabbed the leash tightly.

She shouted:

"No, Totty! They are friends, don't bite them!"

"This is a high-level hell hound, the kind that can only be summoned by high-level warlocks."

Evil Eye turned to the captain and said:

"This little undead can command her 'good dog' and easily slaughter a group of human militiamen. She is very powerful."

"Well, so she and her friends are all one of us."

Blake laughed, reached out and took out an elf gold coin from his arms, handed it to little Dorothy, and said:

"Welcome to join the undead pirates, kid. There will be your own exclusive room on the Nagfar. Now go and rest in the soul stone. You will arrive at your new home soon.

Remember to bring a few of your friends with you. "

In addition to the undead in the banquet hall, there was also a "weird creature" brought over by the orc warlock and troll. It was tall, more than three meters tall, but seemed shy in front of people.

Wearing a huge black cloak, his body was completely covered.

"I'm willing to join you if I can get out of this place."

Without the troll asking, this guy took the initiative to express its intention to leave. It said in a hoarse and weird tone:

"I don't know much, but I'm willing to fight for you. I've had enough of being a damn poseur. I want to unleash the wildness in my heart!

My soul longs for carnage and blood! "

"Then take off your hood and let me see you, Big Bad Wolf."

Blake looked up and said:

"There is no need to worry or fear. There are enough freaks in my fleet, and you are not missing."

"Okay, as you wish, Captain."

The guy took off his cloak hesitantly, startling the orcs and trolls in front of him, and causing the little pirate who was watching the excitement to stand up suddenly, with fear in his eyes.

What appeared before them was a genuine werewolf.

It is huge and has black mane all over its body.

On the head of the giant wolf with sharp teeth, a pair of blood-red eyes are intimidating, and the sharp claws from the eight claws can easily cut an adult's head into mosaics.

The recurved legs are full of explosive power, allowing it to join the hunt at any time.

"Werewolf."

Blake looked at the ferocious killing monster in front of him with admiration. He flicked his fingers and said:

"More than ten years later, you will be all over the world, but now, you are the only monster under the moon still walking in the material world in Azeroth.

Let me ask you, did Medivh summon you from the Emerald Dream? "

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