Shadow Trails in Azeroth

"Boom boom boom"

The flying cannonballs passed over the village where thousands of fishmen gathered, and hit the swamp diagonally.

The loud explosion scared the local fishmen and fled in all directions, and the fishman cubs even hid in houses made of debris and thatch in fear.

However, a few of the cannonballs were particularly accurate, hitting the magical hydra that was being fed by the cunning local murloc leader Mogul the Tideweaver and was running wildly.

There is no way, this guy is too tall and too big.

As tall as the legendary mammoths in Northrend, under the guidance of the flares fired by Ben Bolba, it was impossible to miss such a conspicuous target.

This sudden blow immediately attracted the attention of the evil beast to the edge of the swamp. The severe pain made it give up the call of its owner.

Turn around and rush towards those ghost pirates.

"Mrgllll glrrm gl!"

Mogul, the Tideweaver, who had a chance to win, stared at this scene dumbfounded. He yelled at the hydra he had tamed in despair and annoyance, but it was already too late.

The ghost-legged crab hit hard like a tank.

Crash the entire rock it was on, causing the caster Murloc to fall into the bonfire in embarrassment.

Mogul let out a scream, and as he was about to be burned to death, the fishman spellcaster immediately threw a large-scale frost impact, extinguishing the surrounding flames.

It escaped in embarrassment, waving the magic bone stick in its hand and throwing ice arrows wildly in front of it, trying to block the charge of the ghost-legged crab.

But the interweaving of reality and reality by the soul beast had a miraculous effect at this moment. Without being blocked for even a second, Gua Gua La rushed over sideways, swung its large pincers like a war hammer, and knocked the white fishman away.

It spun around in the air a few times, fell into the muddy water, and threw away the bone club in its hand.

It has to get up and fight back again.

It is the fish-man king of this swamp! He is a fish-man warrior who can fight the ferocious Naga! How could he be defeated so easily by these damn alien fishmen?

But there was no chance again.

The little fishman Benbolba had already rushed over, waving the epic-quality North Wind Warhammer in his hand, and hit Mogul's head, making the fishman leader dizzy.

Mogul still wanted to get up in embarrassment.

But the fierce and dexterous little fool pulled out his dagger and stabbed him several times.

After all, he is a spell-casting murloc, so how can he be a match for the Benbolba who “watches” Black’s fights every day in hand-to-hand combat?

Not to mention the pressure and heavy blows from the Ghost Leg Crab. Within a few seconds, the Tideweaver, who was beaten and covered in blood, was dragged by the little fish man's legs back to the bonfire.

The winner was also determined in the melee between sixty fishmen.

Obviously the fish-man pirates under the little fish-man are better, of course, mainly because they take advantage of the equipment.

Guang Lao Blind chopped down several murlocs with his black iron battle ax.

However, the old blind man was also unmotivated. After all this time, he still couldn't get used to the battle axe. Taking advantage of the opportunity of victory, he picked up the heads of the murlocs that he had chopped off and placed them at the leader's feet.

While showing off his achievements, he threw the battle ax in front of his eyes as if complaining, stomped a few times with mud and water splashing around, and said a few words to Ben Boer, like a request.

The little fishman blinked.

Then he sighed very humanely, with the same look in his eyes that Blake would often scold his subordinates for their incompetence, but he was still the number one general under his command.

If you can fight, you can really fight.

Stupid is really stupid, not as smart as Cookie at all.

The little fishman took out a green high-quality long-handled weapon from his bag and threw the harpoon-like thing to the old blind man.

Then he looked at the old blind man happily waving the harpoon away with a look like a fool.

It then dragged the blue high-quality black iron battle ax that the old blind man had left behind with difficulty, and threw it to a local fishman warrior who was knocked to the ground by a fishman pirate.

The little fish man saw clearly just now.

The strongest guy among the Azsuna fishmen, he defeated three pirates from the Guala Guala pirate group by himself.

This is a guy worth cultivating and recruiting.

It stepped on Mogul, the tideweaver who was only breathing, and made a "take" and "surrender" gesture to the local fishman warrior, who hesitated.

He secretly glanced at his defeated leader, lowered his head and said nothing.

The little fishman yelled fiercely, then pointed at the panicked local fishman cubs next to him, and made a threatening downward movement.

The strong fishman warrior raised his hands in fear, shouted twice, and obediently picked up the battle ax that Benbol Ba threw to him and held it in his hand.

This was the first one to surrender, and Benbolba was very happy.

It turned around and shouted a few times to its men. Those local fishman warriors who were not killed on the spot were dragged towards the coast by the fishman pirates.

Ben Bolba is very strict in selecting people.

Not all fishmen want it,

It only wants the most powerful and brave ones. The murlocs that Mogul can call out to fight must be local murloc warriors. These are the qualified subordinates it needs.

As for the remaining murlocs

The little murloc did not embarrass them. He just searched the "treasure house" in the murloc village and sent a clever Cookie to take a few murlocs to the hydra's cave and collect its snake. All the eggs were moved out.

Then he took the unconscious Tideweaver Mogul and walked away.

Without the guidance of Mogul, the murloc wise man, this murloc village of thousands of people would soon split into many small villages, fighting with each other, and few people would die.

Azuna is rich in supplies, and the swamp is large enough. As long as the bad Nagas who enslave the fishmen are driven away, the local fishmen will live a carefree life of fish happiness again.

Under the awed gazes of the local murlocs, Benbolba dragged the unconscious Mogul back onto the saddle behind his beloved deep-sea beast Guagua, and sat on the "domineering" big crab toward Lake Assuna. go ahead.

Um.

The Guala Guala pirate group's local "great conquest" has been successfully concluded. It's time to follow their owner Blake to the next place and conquer the next group of murlocs.

——

The fish people's Yule War is over.

But Captain Grayson's war isn't over yet.

"Hit it on the head! Bastard, aim!"

The ghost captain scolded the incompetent ghost gunner under his command, waved the Bloodletter sword in his hand, and shouted:

"Kill that monster! I will decorate my beloved ship with its heart."

"Which one to hit on the head? Captain."

The helpless ghost gunner raised his head and asked his captain:

"It has three heads!"

"Asshole! Do you still need me to teach you? Of course, which one is easier to beat will beat that one!"

Grayson cursed again.

He was about to be pissed off by these empty-minded ghost sailors. Now he really missed the old guys from more than a hundred years ago. They would never ask such stupid questions.

well.

In the more than a hundred years since his death, Kul Tiras has emerged on the endless sea. A single family has become a dominant force. The pirates who are oppressed by the majesty of the King of the Sea can only hide in some corners and eke out a living.

There is no longer the passion and courage of the good men who fought the sea a hundred years ago.

"boom"

Just as Captain Ghost was sighing, a cannonball flew out and hit the middle head of the hydra that was chasing them in the inner lake. The sharp and heavy cannonball hit the solid scales, tearing apart the flesh and bones together.

The remaining two heads of the ugly and crazy multi-headed snake roared in unison, but the middle head was completely hopeless, and Razon was like a dead snake there.

This hydra is rare elsewhere in Azeroth.

Only the Broken Islands, an area outside of civilization, still survives. In the catalog of magical creatures of Nathalas College, these giant beasts that require a supply of magic power when they grow will also be listed as "legendary creatures."

But they are quite slim among the legendary creatures. Although there are three powerful individuals with different magical attributes in their heads, the rest basically only have the ability to attack with poison, which is very popular.

Basically at the bottom of the legendary creature food chain.

He can bully ignorant ordinary people, but he can easily be killed when he meets a real warrior.

For example, now, a cannonball shattered the head in the middle, which made the beast raised by the murlocs feel terrified and stopped chasing the ridiculously fast ghost ship.

It roared and fled back to the swamp behind, but how could the pirates, who loved fighting with the wind the most, allow it to escape?

"Snake venom!"

Grayson yelled, his tone excited.

The harpoon cannon on the Jotunheim Power was quickly aimed at the escaping hydra. On the thick corroded harpoon crossbow arrows, ghost pirates smeared some weird liquid on them.

That is the hunting toxin extracted by the Wharton snake people. They use this poison to hunt other creatures in the desert.

Natalie, the ship's doctor, has specialized in studying this rare snake venom, which is an extremely fast-acting neurotoxin that is best used for hunting large creatures.

"emission!"

The ghost captain gave an order, and the sharp crossbow arrows were shot out by the harpoon cannon and pierced into the body of the escaping hydra, causing the terrifying creature to roar again.

It tried very hard to escape from the pirates, but eventually collapsed in the swamp a few hundred meters away from its lair.

Grayson carried the Bloodletter sword and led his crew ashore on foot. He swung the sword and slashed at the head of the hydra. The sharp blade cut through the bones and threw the python-like head aside.

"Huh? Did you hear that?"

The ghost captain also planned to take out the heart of the hydra with his own hands to decorate his love ship, but he soon heard a strange sound like a raven or the neighing of a war horse coming from the dark night above his head.

A group of ghost pirates raised their heads and searched around in the dark night. They could see a huge black shadow galloping across the sky, resembling the legendary Pegasus.

"What the hell is that?"

Grayson cursed and clenched the sword in his hand. This ghost pirate would definitely not be afraid, but this weird scene made him wary.

It wasn't until the huge black shadow circled the night sky, and flapped its huge wings in an elegant and majestic manner against the bonfire of the fish-man village, and landed lightly on the swamp, that the pirates could clearly see what it was.

A war horse!

No.

It is a weird hybrid beast with a majestic hind limbs like a stag and a head like a giant crow, broad wings like a griffin, and sharp clawed forelimbs like an eagle.

The weirdest thing is that this mount has a pair of antlers on its feathery forehead.

It doesn't look the same as Si.

The size of this thing is comparable to the tallest sea-maned horse in Kul Tiras. If it spreads its wings, it is larger and more fierce than the average griffon.

However, its feathers and mane are very gorgeous and bright, and its body is a beautiful violet color.

This is a noble color, which makes it look like a king in the sky.

Its whole body was covered with exquisite and ancient elven armor, and it also had a metal helmet on its beak. Under the helmet, a pair of sharp eyes stared closely at the ghost in front of it.

There is even a ferocious look that only belongs to hunters who are eager to try.

"Hey, my incompetent men, you actually dare to hunt a legendary beast in front of a natural hunter. Well, I saw it wrong, it's not a legend.

It's just an ordinary hydra, forget it.

You can kill whatever you want. "

A familiar voice sounded from the saddle behind this ferocious and weird flying beast. Upon hearing this familiar "incompetent subordinate", a group of ghost pirates immediately lowered their guard.

Who else could speak in such a disgusting tone?

Isn't it their powerful, mysterious and evil fleet commander?

"Hey, Captain."

Grayson inserted the dark red sword back into his waist. He took a few steps forward, looked at the ferocious flying monster, and then shouted to Blake who jumped out of the saddle and comforted his new mount:

"Where did you get this thing?"

"I decrypted it."

Blake laughed and reached out to stroke this beautiful hippogryph, which was jumping in place like a horse, raising its head and neighing. He said:

"It was a joke and gift left to the junior students by a certain outstanding graduate of Nathalas College ten thousand years ago. No one has found it for ten thousand years.

Therefore, this lonely king of hippogryphs waited for ten thousand years in the ruins where time was suspended, and then he waited for me.

I love that it can carry me into the sky.

So, I decided to call it ‘sky’. "

After saying that, he glanced at Grayson and the killed hydra, curled his lips, shook his head, turned over and rode on the hippogryph king Qiangqiong who didn't like the swamp and seemed a little irritable.

While taking off smoothly with a gust of wind, he lowered his head and said to Grayson:

"I'm going to continue to decipher the other 'strange rumors' in Narthalas Academy. By the way, I'll wait for the belated 'guest'. You can just play here.

Remember to go to the ruins of Zahnar and help Maimu and Anares finish the work. By the way, tell that ambitious Nightborne chick for me.

She wants to be the leader of the Nightborne pirates, yes!

But first let me see what she is capable of. "