Azeroth Shadow Trail

   Chapter 102 12. After the catastrophe

   "Whoosh"

   By canceling the summon and then summoning it again, Daglop, the kid on the Nagfar, was first sent back to the Twisting Void, and a few seconds later, he was re-summoned to Black's side.

  The little devil appeared for a moment, then he swung his claws and threw a fist-sized fel arrow forward in a scream, precisely biu in the mouth of the half-giant undead roaring in front of him.

  These foggy undead are very afraid of fire because of their strength. Even the weak magic of the kid still makes this mighty half-giant shut his mouth abruptly when the firelight hits his mouth.

The battle cry that    had just shouted was also forcibly interrupted.

   It also wanted to raise the rusted halberd to counterattack, but the indifferent Blake in front of him slashed forward with his knives, and the legendary blade Sanksu cut the half-giant undead weapon extremely smoothly.

   is cut off together with its neck in the next second.

"boom"

   The huge half-giant quickly collapsed into a cloud of gloomy mist, and its soul still failed to return to hell. Blake unceremoniously transformed its soul into experience.

   was thrown on the pirate class without even looking at it.

   Then he took the knife and rushed into the shadows, and in the shadow step, he rushed to the side of three or four Kvaldir Mist Warriors who were besieging the mast, and hit another cleave, and started with the experience of the three regiments.

  Proudmoore's bloodline, hunting excitement, and a series of powerful talent blessings from the weapon master make Black's fighting process extremely sharp and smooth.

   There are ranger passive combat skills such as Farstrider Blade Dance, and active combat skills such as Sinister Strike, which are already very handy and can add shadow power to weapons.

   is also carrying a legendary weapon that can destroy demons.

   In the slaughter that Blake would completely let go of his hands, his lethality against these half-giant undeads could be greatly increased, and he had already exerted a combat power two or three times his real strength.

   But this state cannot last long.

   On the one hand, in real wars, even the most powerful warriors will run out of energy.

   On the other hand, there is a very practical reason.

  Flame Blade Sanksu, too heavy.

  This sword is not intended for agile occupations like thieves. It is a sword saint weapon, which should be wielded by warriors who focus on strength and exercise their bodies.

  The pirate only swung his sword with all his strength for a few minutes, and already felt his arms trembling. His mortal body was not trained enough, and it was difficult to exert the destructive power of a legendary war blade at this stage.

  After cutting down two more half-giant undead, Black decisively put Sanksu back in his magic bag, and took out the Thrashing Blade and Demon Strike from his waist.

   This light, fast and deadly weapon is what assassins should use.

   "Waves ahead! Prepare for a crash!"

   At the moment when Black escaped into the shadows, Red Blackhand, who was holding the steering wheel, shouted loudly on the stern building behind.

   All the orc warriors on the deck, as long as they could move, all rushed towards the fixed objects around them at this moment.

   A few seconds later, the speeding ship was pushed by a dozen demons behind it, plunged into the mist that had begun to dissipate ahead, and followed the violent waves that were lifted, as if sliding all the way up.

  Blake in the shadow threw out the hook and lock, wrapped around the mast, and lifted up along the ship at a near high angle. At this moment, his entire body was separated from his body and dragged into the air.

   was straightened with the hook lock in the next instant, and like a swallow, he was pulled back to the observation deck above the trembling mast.

   At the moment when Blake landed, he didn't care about his demeanor and image, he opened his arms and hugged the mast in front of him. The next moment, the battleship that was lifted to the highest point by the waves plunged down again.

   In the screeching crack of the sloping mast at the bow, the ship was like a toy caught in the hands of a giant.

   rose into the air in an instant, and then plunged into the turbulent sea water like a dart diagonally downward.

  The white water waves swept across the deck like a giant fist, involving those unfixed orcs and those half-giant undeads.

  The waves rushed over the deck violently, tore the sides of the ship apart, and swept away all the dead bodies on the deck, just like a violent cleaning of the old ship.

   Rolling along the waves, the ocean, which is several times more violent than before, completely abandoned the character of a pure lady under the power of hell, revealing his wild side.

  The lookout where Blake was standing was hit by a big wave and broke directly from the top.

  The pirates danced and drowned in the waves, and while the world was spinning, they locked on the target with difficulty, and rushed back to the stern with a shadow step.

   In this violent and dark tide, even the gathering and dispersing of shadows became difficult.

  The seawater of Azeroth is not as simple as it looks on the surface. It is indeed water, but it also has elemental power infiltrating it. This world also has shamanic heritage.

  The spirit of the elements exists in every part of the world, so when the ocean rages, the casters' magic release will also be affected, the effect of ice magic will be strengthened, and the power of fire magic will be weakened.

   As for sorcerer magic

  The elemental spirits of the sea clearly dislike warlocks.

   So the shadow magic will be suppressed miserably.

   "Go! Push them into the cabin!"

  The drenched Black grabbed the steering wheel in Reid's hand and shouted to the orc chief who was also embarrassed. Reid did not say much, and jumped off the deck before the next tide hit.

Using both hands and feet,    dragged a few weak orcs and threw them into the cabin below the deck.

  Black grabbed the steering wheel, and in the next instant, a huge force came from the armrest of the steering wheel. The impact of the waves made it very difficult to adjust the rudder in this situation.

   As for the sails, fortunately, when they broke through the siege just now, they were all retracted so that they would not be torn apart by the waves.

  The pirate grabbed the rudder hard and watched the five- or six-meter-high waves that rolled up on the sea in front of him, like a wall of sea water, smashing towards the ship in a row.

   "Hold on, it's the last wave."

   Black said in a low voice.

   seems to be making a sour peeling and breaking sound under his feet. The warship is talking. On the sea in front of him, the fog has reached the last edge.

   Across this dark and turbulent sea, and across the big waves in front of him, he could even see a thin layer of mist like a gauze-like curtain under the shadowy sunlight not far away.

   One scene apart, two worlds.

   "As I said before, this ship is a tough and silent warrior, and you can trust it no matter what."

  The old mage Merry Dongfeng, who had a very low sense of presence, hadn't shown up at all before, leaning on a pine stick, and slowly and leisurely appeared beside Black with the flashing technique.

  The boat floated and swayed extremely exaggeratedly, but the old mage was firmly rooted on the deck, and the boiling water around him was also blocked by the violet magic shield around him.

   He leaned on a wooden staff, hunched slightly, and stood with Blake, who was holding the rudder, and watched the waves crashing in front of him.

   "I heard that the sailors have a saying, it's called a sea dog wave?"

  Merry. Dongfeng blinked and asked:

   "Does this current wave count?"

"this?"

  The soaked Blake grinned, pushed his blindfold, and said:

   "This is a huge wave at best, and it's already very gentle.

   is far worse than a bitch-like sea dog wave, and you will be laughed at if you say such a common-sense mistake in front of other Kul Tirans.

Master   , stand firm. "

  The pirate said something, and the steering wheel in his hand used all his strength to hit the left side, and the ship pushed by the demons behind was in front of the wave at this moment, completing the final fine-tuning of the course.

  Let it face the waves rolling in front of him at 90°, another rapid slide, and in a few seconds when the ship tilted at a large angle, it was pushed to a position five or six meters above the sea level.

   is like climbing a mountain. With the sound of the battleship clattering, it whistled to the top, and then plunged into the sea beyond the fog.

  Blake had closed his eyes, ready to meet the next wave of shocks, but unexpectedly, the impact of this time on the sea surface was much lighter.

   There was only a slight vibration, and the whole ship fell steadily on the sea.

  The pirate opened his eyes, glanced aside, and saw the old mage Merry Winterwind holding the skull of Gul'dan in his left hand, which was supposed to be kept by the evil eye, and the fingers of his right hand were lightly raised in front of him.

   Those violent fel energy and shadow magic power were extracted by the demigod in the way of orthodox arcane magic, and then released.

   With him as the center, the entire ship is now wrapped in a layer of light green magic shield, which just now offset most of the shock damage from the ship's fall.

   "It's really hard to imagine what kind of story the orc warlock Gul'dan went through to condense such a huge container of magic after his death."

  Merry Winterwind stopped casting the spell in the next instant, glanced at Gul'dan's skull lingering with evil spirits in his hand, handed it to Black, and glanced at the pirate again.

Say:

   "This thing is an extreme temptation for any sorcerer and spellcaster with bad intentions. Your 'magic advisor' almost made the wrong choice.

   But it's not his fault.

   is the temptation that you can't bear and put in front of him.

   Next time, when entrusting something like this, it is best to choose someone with a strong will. "

   "Thanks, Master."

  Black put away Gul'dan's skull, passed the chain through the eye socket of the skull, and hung it on his chest.

   He glanced at the half-destroyed **** behind him. The evil-eyed warlock was squatting there tremblingly, with the brilliance of arcane magic still remaining on his body, apparently being "taught" by the old mage just now.

The    pirate shook his head, not intending to punish him.

  This ship was able to escape the fog of hell. Diga Evil Eye really helped a lot. The nature of a warlock is not so easy to eliminate. As a captain, rewards and punishments are absolutely necessary.

   "Well, it's safe."

  The pirate threw out the hook and jumped to the top of the poop.

   Looking at the misty sea behind him, the gloomy darkness there is in stark contrast to the sunlight on the sea now.

  Between the shadows, Blake could still see that on the gloomy sky there were several groups of green meteorites, roaring towards the center of the foggy sea.

   "Is Sarah Zane dead?"

   He lowered his head and asked the devil kid under his feet, Daglop did a backflip lightly on the spot, and shouted in a sharp and noisy tone:

   "No! I can feel its life force draining, but it's still fighting. It's a high-level eredar, powerful and capable of recruiting low-level demons to fight.

  As you ordered, evil master, I left a lot of soul stones there, enough to summon more demons.

  With a small army of demons helping it, it won't die so easily. "

   "Very good, always monitor, notify me immediately if there is any change."

  Black gave an order to the kid.

   The latter saw with his own eyes the ending that his old master was about to face, and felt that his revenge would be avenged in his heart. Naturally, he had a treacherous smile on his face, and also gave Black an orc salute to Black.

  “呱呱呱”

  When the pirates jumped off the deck, he heard the croaking noises of the little murlocs again. When he looked back, he saw that the pirates were throwing the seawater from him and climbing up the deck from the broken net on the side of the ship.

   It was holding something in its hand, and it ran towards Blake screaming, and ran back and forth around Blake. This is another lucky little murloc who is "giving a treasure" to its owner.

   "Come here, I really didn't raise you in vain."

   (end of this chapter)