Azeroth Shadow Trail

   Chapter 113 23. All the way west

  Beyond Zandalar Island, in the icy waters, the Nagfar stopped quietly in the deep sea.

It is like a dark sea beast at rest, quietly hiding in the shadow of the sea water. The bright moon in the sky shines on the sea, reflecting the cold light and seeping into the bottom of the sea, but it can only shine on the ship's surface. A corner of the bow.

  Habron, the soul-inducing man, sat cross-legged in the moonlight refracted by the sea water.

   He seemed to be meditating.

   But it is actually helping the Nagfar to repair, the ship has its own life and can restore the ship's damage with the help of soul consumption.

   In both encounters with Black, the Nagfar was wounded, though not seriously, but to Habloon, the ship meant more to him than anything else.

   He cannot allow his ship to be in incomplete form.

   As for the consumed soul

   That boat of orcs was killed more than half.

   Some are living souls to be devoured by the Nagfar.

   On the deck behind him, the Kvaldir Mist Pirates who were noisy and noisy before, this will be very quiet, and the two consecutive defeats have made Habloon extremely disappointed with them.

   The guys who have suffered in **** still maintain their sanity. Of course, they will not jump out at this time to touch Hablon's bad head.

   Besides, these pirates were slaughtered by Black, the spirit hunter in demonized form, in the previous battle, and there are not many of them now.

  They also need recuperation.

"Um?"

  Hablon, who closed his eyes, suddenly felt a vibration from the soul-inducing lamp in his hand.

   He opened his gray eyes and glanced down. Outside the soul-inducing lamp placed in front of him, there was a shattered white light returning to his lamp as if returning to a nest.

   That is the death power that belongs to Queen Hela.

   is very weak.

   But Habron recognized it, after all, he gave the lantern that he had carried with him to Black as proof of his service to the Underworld.

   Now this ray of divine power returns, it means

   "Blake the Betrayer's Soul Lamp Broken?"

   A hint of suspicion flashed in Habloon's eyes.

   Every soul lamp in the **** is precious, and it is bestowed by Queen Hela's divine power.

  Only Bwonsamdi, who is also the **** of death, can shatter the soul lamp while throwing back this divine power undamaged.

   In other words, Blake had come into contact with Bwonsamdi, and he also gave Bwonsamdi the soul that belonged to Gul'dan, the orc great warlock, which was sealed in his lamp.

   A burst of anger rose in Hablon's heart.

   That was supposed to be a treasure dedicated to Queen Hela! But it was acquired by the vulgar troll Reaper.

   However, the situation is somewhat subtle.

   The Soul Inducer felt the connection at the soul level, and he clearly felt that the **** curse cast by himself was still on Black's soul.

   is still the same as before, protected by a soul barrier.

   Bwonsamdi received a "gift" but did not help?

   Or did it deceive Black and get the offering without giving him what he deserves?

"Hahaha"

   The soul-inducing person let out a low, hoarse laughter, it was the happiness from the bottom of my heart, it was the happiness of seeing people's bad luck.

   "As expected of you, crafty and ruthless Bwonsamdi."

  Hablon stood up in the deep sea, the moonlight shining down from the sea still only illuminated the corner where he was, but the soul facilitator already had the answer in his heart.

   He stretched out his hand and stroked the cold sea water flowing in front of him and around him. He felt the slight resistance and thought in his heart:

   "Bwonsamdi has represented his attitude by returning the Queen's powers. He did not want to intervene in the rebellion of Hell, and it did not help Black to cast off the curse.

   But the gaze from the Hades still fell on the Nagfar.

   So, what Bwonsamdi means is, as long as it is not covered by its death power, as long as it does not interfere with the operation of his death kingdom.

   No matter how I deal with the betrayal, it can be regarded as not seen?

   Ah, what a weak **** of death with general knowledge. "

   The Soulcatcher narrowed his eyes.

   Without saying a word, he stretched out his gray-white left hand.

  As his will moved, the keel battleship hovering in the deep sea, the ghost ship Nagfar also moved forward slowly.

   is like an awakened dark sea beast, silently crossing the deep water and pouring into the colder depths of the ocean.

   Bwonsamdi has already answered.

   Then, the hunt for the betrayer should continue.

   Despite the loss of the treasure dedicated to the Queen.

   But Black Shaw, a guy who showed cunning wisdom and great potential in the process of chasing and killing, and who was born with the ability to absorb souls, could also become a treasure to quench the Queen's anger.

   Habloon glanced back before submerging into the colder depths.

  These Kvaldir Mist Pirates under the Queen's command just look strong, they urgently need a powerful enough commander, they need a commander.

  Black can still be a war vanguard in Hell.

   But make sure you put a leash around that guy's neck first.

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   "Bwonsamdi doesn't seem to help you, but you don't seem sad at all, why?"

   On the way out of the Underworld, he found a clean pool, took a bath, and Red Blackhand, carrying a sword on his back, followed Black. The orc asked in a low voice:

   "You've lost your last hope, shouldn't you be a little more desperate? Why do you still have that awkward smile on your face?

   And is it an illusion? "

   Chief Blackhand said suspiciously:

   "Why does it feel like your smile is getting worse after you've met Bwonsamdi once."

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

  The human pirate waved his hand and restrained the unstoppable smile on his face, he said:

   "I don't want to tell you the answer either, because your orc brain probably won't understand something so complicated."

"What did you say!"

  Reid bared his teeth when he heard this.

   His hand touched the handle of the knife behind him, and his eyes became dangerous. But his brother Maim, who was walking aside, reached out to stop his reckless actions.

   Maim Blackhand glanced at Black and said to Red:

   "Brother, haven't you seen it yet? The reason why he is not disappointed is because he has already got what he needs from the troll Death.

   His deal with Death is done.

   After coming out of the Hades, he took us all the way westward. Perhaps, the hope of saving his soul is there? "

   "Yo, I didn't see that the orcs still have such smart guys."

  Blake heard Maim's words, he grinned, rubbed his chin, and said to Maim Blackhand:

   "I underestimated you before, perhaps compared to your brother, your brain is more suitable to be a chief. A clan in your hands will definitely grow faster than in your brother's hands.

  Reid, I suggest that you abdicate and become worthy. "

  This obvious provocation did not let the black hand brothers fall into the trap.

  Reid just curled his lips, not wanting to talk to the bad guy Black, but Maim came over.

   The young orc with severe burn marks on his face looked left and right, and he asked in a low voice:

   "What's your plan? Can you tell me?"

   "Why do you want to know?"

   Black glanced at him and said:

   "Our relationship isn't good enough to exchange secrets, right?"

   "Because I personally appreciate your strategy compared to my brother."

   Maim said calmly:

   "Since our father died, my brother and I have had a bad time in the Horde, and in order to survive, we had to pretend to be deaf in front of Orgrim and pretend to obey him.

   Those tough days taught us a lot.

   But after meeting you, I realized that my brother and I have not grown enough.

  We want to inherit the legacy of our father and establish an orthodox tribe.

   This life is too hard.

   I know, my brother made a deal with you, and you'll give us something that proves Gul'dan is dead, and let's take it back to Orgrim to cross.

   Guarantee the two of us will not be killed by the cunning warchief in the name of humiliating defeat.

   But it's not enough! "

   Maim. Black hand touched the two one-handed war knives hanging from his waist, and on his back were several black flying axes, he said to Black:

   "Your actions along the way have taught me a lot. If you were an orc too, I would ask you to be my mentor right now, teaching me these dark wisdoms for long-term planning.

tell me.

   What is your plan? "

  Black took a deep look at Maim, he didn't say a word, obviously he didn't intend to.

   Maim was not disappointed either.

   He shrugged and walked towards his brother. A few minutes later, Garona emerged from the darkness, and the orc assassin brought back a message.

   "There is a Zandalari troll caravan in front of them who are camping and resting. They have a lot of raptors that transport goods from camels. Maybe we can 'borrow' them for use."

   "Borrow? We are serious people! We can't do bad things that are taken without notice."

  Black turned his head to Maim and Red and shouted:

   "Hey, there's a caravan in front of you, you go buy some travel mounts and come back! The road ahead is very long, and you can't just rely on your feet."

   "What about the money?"

  Red turned his head and shouted impatiently:

   "I don't have money, how can I buy things?"

   "Do you still need me to teach you this?"

  The pirate went back even more impatiently, he said:

   "Buy it the way you orcs do!"

  Reid was stunned for a moment, and then he reacted.

   A smile appeared on the **** face plate, and with a wave of his left hand, dozens of orcs carried their weapons and followed him forward.

   "Go and keep an eye on it, as long as you have a mount and enough supplies, don't hurt anyone. If you mess with the Zandalari Empire's army guards in this place, we will be finished."

  Black turned around and ordered the dogleg warlock beside him.

   Dogleg Evil Eye quickly brought a few looting orcs and joined the looting team.

   After a while, there was a loud shout from under the hillside ahead, as well as the screams of intelligent beings when they were attacked, and some kind of low beast roar.

   Half an hour later, Mim pulled the reins of the two raptors, and brought the camel beast with a Zandalar-style saddle and a height of nearly two meters that looked like a Jurassic dinosaur.

   He handed the reins of one of the red raptors to Black, and the pirate took it in his hands, patting this troll-style mount with nostalgia.

  I don't know how these trolls domesticated these dinosaurs and made them as docile as human old horses.

   Black turned on his horse. Uh, turned on a dragon.

   Riding on a comfortable saddle, he pulled the reins, and the velociraptor with a one-horned horn on its head howled, shaking its head and waving its tail with the new rider, and ran a few steps forward.

   is very bumpy.

   But the speed is faster than that of horses and orcs. The best thing is that this mount has a high field of vision and can clearly see the road farther away.

   "You want to know my plan?"

  Black touched the scales on the slender neck of the raptor under the crotch, he turned his head and said to Maim who followed behind him:

   "Then let me tell you a little bit, you were right just now, I didn't expect Bwonsamdi to help me at all. That troll Reaper isn't as crazy as Hela.

   But it's crafty.

   This kind of thing that is not good for it, it will not do it.

   But luckily, it really likes to trade, and it's almost a quirk. "

  The pirate looked towards the west. He pursed his lips and said:

   "He told me about a place where its mojo remained, and those mojos could help me, and it wasn't too far from here. But actually, what to say.

   Actually, I have always known that place.

   Through its guidance, I was even more sure that there was my destination. "

   "If you've always known, then why did you bother to come to Bwonsamdi?"

   Maim asked.

  Blake glanced at him and said in a low voice:

   "You're going to use people's power to do bad things, you have to give people a chance to take the blame for you, right?

   I just stopped by to say hi to him and let him get ready.

   Lest poor old Bwonsamdi be kept in the dark after I 'accidentally' provoke the Bwonsamdi-Hella war, and best of all, it already took my money

   This black pot, it can't do it without memorizing it.

   That precious 'gift', I didn't give it for nothing.

  Old Bwonsamdi obviously underestimated my ability to do things. He made the same mistake as Hela, and he still regarded me as a fool who had nowhere to go and could only survive by relying on the blessings of the gods.

   But I'm not as weak as they think.

  The venomous old Bwonsamdi will soon know how hot Gul'dan's soul is to hold, but until then, let's keep a low profile. "

   (end of this chapter)