Azeroth Shadow Trail

   Chapter 104 14. The Last Ride

   Outside the seas covered by the fog of hell, the heavily damaged and tattered ships set sail again.

   This time they have a lot less people.

   On the ship, the hustle and bustle on the deck was no longer the same as before, and the still-moving orcs were silent. This head-to-head battle ended in a miserable defeat, which severely destroyed their confidence.

   also made them realize:

   Being on an equal footing with humans does not mean that they have the power and qualifications to conquer the entire Azeroth. There are so many powers in this world that they can easily overwhelm them and destroy entire tribes.

   Recognizing that you are not the center of the world, that you are not the answer to all questions, can be extremely frustrating, but it can also bring those brutal and arrogant guys back to the cold reality.

   Make them aware of the current crisis, so they can honestly obey Black's command.

  From this point of view, the captain has won this battle!

   This will be Captain Black with a blindfold, with a smile on his face, followed by a second pair of evil eyes with cold sweat, and a few ravaging orc guards who also survived the disaster.

   They carried the traitors who had completely given up their struggles, and boarded the half-destroyed poop.

   The one-eyed blood ring warlock was blown by the sea breeze at this moment, and his body trembled a little.

   He had a hunch.

  I can learn a lesson from my captain today.

   That would surely be a precious lesson that he will never forget.

   On the platform behind the poop, Blake stretched out his hand to take the ropes that Garona had dropped. These ropes were very long, and the front ends were firmly fixed to the sides of the ship, just like the tails that grew out of a battleship.

   "Tie them up first, and make sure they are firmly tied so that they won't be washed away by the sea water. And they can't cover their mouths, which will prevent their screams from being heard.

  Others can't hear their wailing, they can't feel their pain, and they can't intuitively see the direct consequences of the rebellion.

   This does not serve as a warning to others. "

  Black, as he taught, used a rope very quickly and professionally to tie the hands of the leader of the rebels with special knots under the gaze of Evil Eye and other orcs.

   He also reached out to help the orc and wiped the blood from his face.

   The latter moved his mouth, as if he wanted to say something to beg for mercy.

   But the next moment, all the smiles on Blake's face disappeared.

   In the indifference on his face, he kicked the orc rebel and kicked him into the sea from the stern of the boat. The guy let out a shrill scream, and was bound by the rope, turning into a wave of spray and falling into the water.

   The boat will have been pushed forward by the wind with full sails, and it will start to accelerate forward.

  The orcs tied to ropes were dragged through the water like a trawler behind a ship.

  The icy sea water hit his body, his hands were tied, and he couldn't even swim. He could only shout, but when he opened his mouth, sea water would flow into his mouth.

   In the end, it can only be dragged and pulled on the sea like a drifting stone, leaving a white arc of water.

   That must feel bad.

   This was sensed from the increasingly shrill screams of the orcs.

   "According to the story I heard."

  Blake stood up straight, reached out and patted the trembling Evil Eyes shoulder beside him, he said softly:

   "It is said that a pirate was punished like this. He persisted in the water for five days before he took his last breath. That pirate's tenacity was even respected by the Kul Tiras sailors who captured him.

   And I'm curious, how long can an orc who is stronger than a human last under this kind of torture?

   Also, if he was a warlock who could breathe underwater, he probably wouldn't have drowned, right?

   Maybe every piece of flesh and blood will be washed away by the violent sea water, and only after the bones are exposed will he die miserably.”

   The captain said something like a horror story.

   His fingers on Evil Eye's shoulder tightened at this moment, turned sideways, and said in the ear of the sweaty orc warlock:

   "This is the first time.

   I'll pretend I don't know, and you can pretend it didn't happen.

   But Evil Eye, if you think you have seen a lot of torture in the Shadow Council, I am really happy and would like to show you the 'art' of the pirates of Azeroth to torture traitors.

   That is thousands of years of inheritance, which will definitely open your eyes.

   Work hard, my second mate.

  Don't give me that chance, okay? "

  Evil Eye wiped the sweat from his forehead and nodded without daring to make a sound.

  Black pointed to the four remaining people under his feet and said to the evil eye:

   "The execution of these traitors is up to you."

   "You have to drop them into the sea yourself, observe them yourself, record the time of their death and the state of their death, and finally, don't forget to take back their tormented souls.

  You are a warlock.

  You are the best at this. "

After   , Captain Black patted his second officer on the shoulder, as if encouraging, he turned around and strode away from the platform with his hands behind his back.

   The few storming orcs also left with the captain loyally.

  's notorious talent has already taken effect on this ship.

   Let these violent predators, who were supposed to hold Black's thighs tightly and seek to live in the dead, also began to truly regard the wise and powerful pirate captain as a figure they could rely on.

  Blake quickly walked back downstairs at the stern, and when he saw him approaching, Reid let go of the steering wheel in his hand. Although he sounded vicious, he still gave up the power of the helm to the real captain.

   This subtle action made Blake narrow his eyes and feel happy in his heart.

   After checking the sextant, confirming the course, and turning the steering wheel to steer the battleship to the south on the sea, he glanced at the translucent character card in front of him:

   Class: Pirate 39 / Ranger 30 / Warlock 5

The half-giant necromancers of the   Kvaldir Legion are powerful and difficult to entangle, but as a powerful response, they bring Black's experience in return is also exceptionally rich.

   After an hour of fighting, the pirate rank was raised by 4.

   If he didn't consider the danger of the entire army being wiped out, Blake even had the idea to turn the bow and rush into the fog to fight again. He would be level 40 soon, and he would have another talent in his hands.

  I don't know, what surprise will he give him this time?

  Blake looked at the sun on the sea in front of him, the sea breeze was blowing gently on his face, his clothes were still a little wet, and when the wind blew, he felt a chill.

   But under the sunlight, it doesn't look gloomy and cold, just like a real escape from the shadow of hell.

  Some orcs sorted out some remains left by their companions on the deck, wrapped them in rags, and threw them into the sea. Some orcs stood on the side of the ship and sang in a low voice the songs they remembered as belonging to their hometown.

   is not refined.

   has the same appearance as the orcs, with a desolate and rough, singing voice swaying and echoing along the waves, staying on the sails, staying in the waterline, and finally disappearing into the vast deep sea along with those corpses.

   Of course, there was also the wailing of several rebels who were dragged behind the ship and howling miserably as an accompaniment, which made the pirate captain Blake feel at ease at this moment.

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   Good times are always short.

  The high-ranking demon Sharazane destroyed the Naglfar before he died.

   But it seems that the damage is not complete. The demon's "fearless sacrifice" only gave Black and his crew a day and a half to escape.

  In the evening of the second day, behind the broken battleship with full sails galloping forward, the fog rose again.

   is like a life reminder, urging the orcs on the entire battleship to rush to their lives, and every order of Black will be executed immediately.

   But relying on the sea breeze alone, he still couldn't keep the distance apart, but this time Blake was not as anxious as the last time.

the reason is simple.

   In front of the battleship galloping southward, on the vast sea, the outline of a continent-like island has been seen, and the destination of this long journey is just ahead.

   "They're accelerating! The fog is accelerating!"

  Reid Blackhand hung half of his body over the side of the ship, holding a rusted monocular in his hand, and observed the sea behind him.

  Like a qualified watchman, he kept holding the rudder below, focusing on the situation around him and reporting the situation behind him.

   "They sent the dragon-headed longship! Those half-giant undead are charging with the fog! Think of a way, Captain! If we go on like this, we will be caught up in twenty minutes at most!"

  Black didn't answer, he continued to sense the changes in the water around the ship.

  The orcs on the deck, led by several warlords, have already begun to dip their weapons in oil, ready to ignite them, and then fight with the half-giant undead.

   Amid the noise, the figure of the legendary assassin jumped down from the mast, flipped in the air, and landed beside Black.

   Garona whispered:

   "Not enough speed! They also know that once we let us ashore, they will lose their chance, and the speed of the fog rolling is at least twice as fast as it was two days ago.

   We couldn't run the boat into the island beach before the fog enveloped us. "

   "I don't know enough."

   Black said coldly:

   "I'm just waiting."

   "It's time, what are you waiting for?"

  Garona was also a little anxious, her tone became a bit fierce, Blake glanced at her and said:

   "I'm waiting for the high tide! The sea has already begun to rise, didn't you notice? The rising tide will quickly rush towards the shore with everything on the sea.

   Our speed will increase again. "

   "But they'll be faster too!"

   The legendary assassin frowned and said:

"That does not work."

   "No, they won't be faster, trust me!"

  Black took a deep breath, took his hands off the helm, and shouted to the orc sailors on deck:

   "Put down all the boats on the boat! Everyone gets on the boat, leaving twenty people to help me carry the explosives to the deck! Evil Eye!"

"arrive."

   The one-eyed warlock, who was manipulating the demon to push the ship and galloping away, heard the captain's call and immediately responded, and then heard Black say to him:

   "Summon a few big mephits, take you and Brother Black Hand, and bring the wounded, and fly to the coast! Immediately after landing, the summoning ceremony begins.

   You know that magic, right? "

"meeting."

  Evil Eye did not hesitate, like an absolutely qualified dog leg, turned around and used the Soul Stone to summon the flying mephit demon, and Black also turned his head and said to Garona:

   "You follow along, help me keep an eye on him, and if he dares to run, just."

The captain    gave her a wink, and Garona nodded knowingly.

   As she threw out the hook and caught the edge of the poop, she looked back at Blake and said:

"What about you?

  There are only four small boats on board, and they are not enough to carry orcs. It takes at least 20 minutes for us to fly to the coast, and you have to insist at least 20 minutes not to be caught by them. "

   "I'm not going anywhere, ma'am."

  Blake stretched out his hand and pushed his blindfold, he patted the steering wheel in front of him, and said to Garona with all his might:

   "I am the captain of this ship, and I must stay with my ship until the very end. The Nagfar is for me, and their first target will always be me as long as I am here.

   I will win enough evacuation time for you. "

   "You are so kind?"

   Garona looked suspiciously at Black, who shrugged and said:

   "Don't look at me like that, I'm braver than you think. Besides, Habloon has come a long way, and at least I have to say goodbye to him.

   This is polite.

   Of course, you'd better urge the evil eye to start the summoning ceremony faster, don't let me really die here, it will be laughable. "

   "Then I'll try my best to get to Zandalar, but don't die on the last leg."

  Garona laughed and disappeared into the shadows quietly, while Blake looked at the soaring mist behind him, and stroked the skull of Gul'dan hanging on his chest.

   There is no fear in his eyes, and he is even eager to try.

   He wants to "make a fortune" from the Mist Legion before temporarily saying goodbye to Hablon.

  Pirates are also thieves, and thieves don’t just get away with it.

   (end of this chapter)