Shadow Trails in Azeroth

“We are already halfway through the voyage, and we will soon reach the Broken Islands. After picking up the captain there, we will sail directly from Stormfjord to the continent of Kalimdor.

This journey has never been done before. Although there are charts from the Kul Tiran Navy, we still need to prepare in advance. "

In the captain's cabin of the Nagfar, first mate Seifer is assigning tasks to important members of his ship. In fact, it is just a routine reminder to give them snacks while working.

Now that the Nagfar has a ship spirit, it has become more psychic and picky at the same time.

The beautiful boat spirit has a strict need for neatness. After all, girls always have to tidy themselves up.

She also likes some very strange decorations.

Probably influenced by the captain, the Nagfar began to require evil symbols such as skulls to be embellished on its masts, ship lights and spiral staircases.

This makes it difficult for the ghost sailors on the ship. In addition to wiping the deck every day, they also have to work hard to please the ship's wife herself.

But for now, things are still under control.

Thanks to the "good communication" between First Mate Seifer and Ship Spirit Nagfar, some unrealistic children's ideas were rejected at the proposal stage.

After all, Blake probably wouldn't like his black ghost ship to be painted a girly pink, right? Then he and the entire group of undead pirates would become the laughingstock of the sea.

Maybe there will be a damn nickname like "Pink Bunny".

"Don't worry, first mate, as long as we are here, nothing will happen to the ship!"

"That's right! Anyone who dares to cause trouble will be killed!"

"Ha, our demon is already thirsty!"

In front of the first mate, the trio of warlocks, who were rarely reunited, were patting their chests to express their strength and attitude.

These three guys were not originally on the crew list for this voyage.

But when they heard that this trip to Kalimdor was led by the captain himself, they immediately worked overtime and completed the lesson plans for the upcoming Warlock School within three days.

Then with red eyes staring, he eagerly got on the boat.

Nominally, it was to investigate the topography of the Kalimdor continent and draw a geographical map for Narthalas College. In fact, it was to rush over and lick Black.

They were not included in two major events in a row, which made the three warlocks feel the terrible "crisis of falling out of favor".

For any jester, falling out of favor means a fatal crisis, and being forgotten means the arrival of death!

Although they were also given important responsibilities by Black and were responsible for the teaching and management of the Warlock School, how could such a position be as important as following the captain?

If you don't seize the time to come here to increase your sense of presence, what if the captain really forgets his "loyal ministers"?

Evil Eye, Zarak and Kanrezad's little thoughts cannot be hidden from Sephiel, but the first mate also has his own considerations in letting them board the ship.

The second officer, Little Star, has been absent from duty. The third officer, Pascal, is obsessed with mechanical modification and basically does nothing. Boatswain Finna ran away to participate in the trial of strength.

Deck gunner Joan Creedorn was sent to Black Crow Citadel for "further training," even though the Nagfar didn't have any guns for them to operate.

In short, for such a large ghost ship, Seifer is now the only chief executive. The members of the opera troupe in the cabin expressed their willingness to help, but the problem is that Seifer does not dare to let those opera singers do whatever they want.

At a time when Nagfar was becoming more picky, she had to find a group of people who could do the job.

The three warlocks are very good at flattering, and their business skills are also great. The most important thing is that their loyalty is unparalleled, and they can just fill the vacancy of commanders on this trip.

In addition, another important reason is that

It’s so tiring to take care of kids.

Seifer somewhat underestimated the difficulty of the job.

She has been exhausted by Nagfar's "whimsical ideas" in recent days, and she urgently needs to find some "nannies" who can make the children happy to help her share the pressure.

"In addition to ensuring the normal operation of the Nagfar, the most important job of the three of you is to keep my daughter Nagfar in a good mood and to stop her in time when she wants to do something stupid. "

Sephiel took off his captain's hat, rubbed his forehead and said to the three warlocks in front of him:

"This work has a high priority. If necessary, you can temporarily put aside your own work. Do you understand?"

"I understand, I understand so well."

The evil eye glanced at his two evil brothers. The three of them nodded to each other, and the evil eye said to Sephiel:

"Don't worry, first mate, we will make the eldest lady happy and will not put any burden on your work. In fact, I think you are too tired. Maybe you can take a rest.

We will take care of the eldest lady right now. "

After saying that, the trio of warlocks resigned and left with a wink, taking away some of the ship's information files that Sephiel had not finished processing.

After they left, the Parasaurus stood up, stretched out on the spot, walked to Blake's big round bed, and fell on his back with a thud.

She moved her cheeks on the bed, buried her face on Blake's pillow, rubbed it back and forth a few times like a cat, and soon let out a comfortable purr.

Taking care of children is really tiring.

The stinky captain must make up for himself well. Otherwise, he will quit!

On the other side, Nagfar, who was wearing a pirate costume, was akimbo, looking at the three warlocks who claimed to be "loyal servants" appearing in front of her. She knew that these were followers of her father.

And he is one of the oldest people following him.

Probably because of his love for Wujiwu, Nagfar didn't hate these three guys either.

She looked at Evil Eye, Zarak and Kanrezad, raised her head, and said in a arrogant tone:

"What do you know? I have a very good taste in choosing servants. Apart from the naughty little fish-man, I am one of the stupid ghosts in this suit! Look! No! Go!

But the little fishman is daddy’s treasure, and I can’t take it away. "

"Ah, we know a lot of things, Miss."

Xieyan rubbed his hands and said to Nagfar with a flattering face:

"How about I show you a little ghost riding a hell dog and jumping through a ring of fire first? I'm not bragging. The devil little ghosts I trained are just like the acrobats in the circus."

"What's the point? Your noble lady, do you want to watch a circus for fun? This is too shameful!"

Zarak immediately puffed up his chest and said proudly:

"Dear young lady, I have just asked the succubi under my command to rehearse a beautiful drama, which describes the entire process of your growth as a ship spirit.

I carefully selected the most beautiful succubus to play you, you will love this elegant art. "

"Hey, opera? Are you kidding me?"

The skinny boy said with a gloomy look:

"If the eldest lady wants to watch an opera, can't she just go to the opera house in the cabin? You two are really too weak. I have to take action at the critical moment.

Look, Miss, this is a treasure I made specially for you. "

Kanrisad waved and took out a dark red hellfire orb, and handed it to Nagfar in front of him with both hands. The ship spirit held it in his hand and looked at it.

Soon, a desolate demonic world was reflected in her eyes.

And through the connection between the hellfire orb in his hand and the spirit, Nagfar found that he could control a flaming imp to jump around in the world of demons.

It feels very real.

Kanrisade introduced next to him:

"This is the inspiration I got from the mechanical games of Mechagon's mechanical gnomes and the gladiatorial arena of Tol Barad. Through this hellfire orb, you can control the demons in the twisting void and command them to challenge the powerful. of demons.

After defeating the enemy, they can consume magic energy to strengthen themselves, or they can find treasures to arm themselves. Even if they die, they can choose a new demon and start again.

Madam, you can cultivate your own powerful demon with your own hands.

If you like a certain demon very much, we can also help you summon it from the Twisting Nether to become your personal servant.

You see, the captain is a powerful warlock. As his precious daughter, you should inherit your father's legacy. "

"Hey, this is fun!"

Nagfar immediately became interested. Holding the Hellfire Orb, she directed her kid to jump around and attack a demon guard. However, the angry demon rushed over and chopped it with a knife.

But the boat spirit was not angry, but started to choose the next "role" with great interest.

The three warlocks looked at each other and gave each other a thumbs up.

Of course, this exquisite thing could not have been made by Kanrisade alone.

In fact, the three of them worked together to do this, and they even performed a show just now, just to draw Miss Shipling into the way of the warlock.

With the captain's treasure trusting them, their status in the captain's mind is guaranteed.

"I'm so bored playing alone."

After Nagfar sent away three demons in a row, she raised her head, waved to the three warlocks in front of her, and said:

"You also play with me, walk around, I choose a quiet cabin, and we play together. If you play well with me, I will give you my baby.

Let's go quickly. We must defeat the Demon Guard guarding the Demon Tower today. I'm so angry! Killed me three times in a row! "

"Okay, okay, we're coming."

The three warlocks winked and took out the hellfire orbs they had prepared long ago, and accompanied the eldest lady to the cabin. On the way, Zarak looked around, took out a magic stone, put it to his mouth and whispered:

"Klinflan, let it go next time, let the eldest lady pass the level, put the reward in place, and then tell Glazer that it's time for him to take action in the next level.

Act like one!

The eldest lady must be coaxed, this is related to our future and yours.

Do you understand? "

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"Hey, a child's toy."

On the deck of the Nagfar, Ms. Xalatas, who was lying on a lounge chair and admiring the seabed scenery, curled her lips in disdain. She saw all the actions of the three warlocks.

He made a disdainful comment.

But she also had to admit that she was not as good as these three cunning and flattering warlocks when it came to coaxing children.

Xalatath also tried to win over Nagfar. She knew Nagfar's status in Black's heart, but after trying for a few days, she gave up.

For the same reason that Sephiel was tired, Miss Void Essence, who had never had parenting experience, underestimated the difficulty of this matter.

She gave up on getting closer to Nagfar and prepared to directly attack the deepest part of the fortress and capture Black Shaw's spiritual city.

She was now happily looking forward to the coming night that belonged to her and Blake.

She already has an idea and is moving forward with it.

She would not give in to Maiev.

"Hey, that old mage next to you, why are you giggling? It's like a licking dog sticking out its tongue."

Xal'atath went through the plan again in her mind. She turned to look at the couch beside her. Khadgar, wearing a mage's robe, was holding a wooden box with a bewildered smile on his face.

This made Void Essence smell the gossip, and she said to Khadgar:

"Ever since you boarded the ship, you have been showing that weird smile. From my understanding of human nature, it means that you are about to gain great power and are fascinated by it.

Or you are about to complete the biggest challenge of your life and gain your heart's desire.

I heard that you have been secretly in love with a wild female orc?

Is the dagger in the box a gift for her? "

"I don't want to answer that question."

Khadgar kept a straight face and said to Xal'atath, who had a gossipy face:

"I was just invited by Black Shaw to meet an old friend. It's not as dirty as you think. We have a very pure friendship.

We have experienced life and death together, we have experienced betrayal and misunderstanding together, and we have survived to the end together, gaining the longed for relief.

Those dark pasts are the shackles between us, the connection that cannot be severed. "

"Sounds a lot like love."

Void Essence raised an eyebrow and said:

"To tell you the truth, I am actually about to reap the love that belongs to me. Although it is still a little far away from reaching my heart, at least physical intimacy is about to be achieved.

This is a great milestone and I just want to share this joy with you. "

"I don't care about physical pleasure."

Khadgar had a lonely look on his face and said:

"What I pursue is long-term spiritual companionship. Madam, neither she nor I are that superficial."

"No, no, Khadgar, you are wrong."

A third voice soon joined their discussion. On the third recliner lying horizontally, the Archmage of Elam walked over energetically holding a "Special Ghost Drink".

Putting the book in his hand on the small table next to him, he lay on the recliner and said to Xal'atas and Khadgar as if he were a stranger:

“To pursue perfect love, companionship in spirit and life is indispensable.

I know that orthodox spellcasters like you always emphasize that 'dependence on material means betrayal of the spirit', but this sentence cannot be applied to emotions.

Back then, the initial conflict between Magna and I also stemmed from this.

She was a passionate woman, and I was born and raised in a very dogmatic organization.

We were so quarrelsome that we wanted to separate. It wasn't until one day when I accidentally saw Magna's diary that I learned about her distress.

Long-term spiritual companionship is important, but maintaining the passion for life is the key to enabling you to get through difficult times together. "

Archmage Elam chuckled, picked up the book at hand, and said:

"Garona Harfoulson is a very magical woman. Her experience determines that she cannot follow the rules. Maybe you can learn from Ms. Xalatas.

Being a 'bad guy' occasionally doesn't hurt your charm. "

"Is that so?"

Khadgar listened carefully to Elan's "teachings". He knew that the ghost archmage was his predecessor. He had a lot of experiences to learn from, both in magic and in life.

"Master, you are very talkative today."

Xal'atath snorted, looked at Ellan, she winked and said:

"Is it because you are going to see your wife, so you are full of expectations? Do you need me to temporarily prepare a movable body for you? Look at how beautiful the 'clothes' on me are.

I can always prepare a set for you if you need one.

I think the idiot next to me is very suitable. Although he is a little old, he is still full of energy. You just need to nod and I will send it to you tonight.

If you like someone else, I'll make it for you now, but not Black.

He belongs to me. "