Azeroth Shadow Trail

  Chapter 131 39. Zemland Port. The Land of Eternal Cursed 【115】--Subscribe!

  Zemran Harbor, an inaccessible place in the Waldun Desert.

   It is located in the southwest corner of the Waldun Desert. It should have been huge, but now it has been swallowed up by the desert, and the remaining buildings have become a miserable ruin.

   is like the most direct proof that time has flown through this barren land.

   It should be as desolate and desolate as before. After all, the pirate king Zemlan was an active figure nearly seven thousand years ago. He and his story have long been forgotten by the world.

   Just like this desert, no one cares.

   In this desert, there are still many ancient ruins like Zemlan Port, such as the ruins of Atu Aman where cannon fodder was captured before. No one can tell what glorious history this desert once had before.

   But what is almost certain is that this desert used to be one of the gathering places for trolls, but a disaster happened thousands of years ago that turned the world upside down.

   "So, Master, what did you and Akunda talk about?"

   Outside the port of Zemland, on a dune, in the evening, it is the time when the desert turns from hot to cold.

  Blake with a hood, holding a monocular in his hand, observed the abandoned port.

  Beside him, the old mage Meri Dongfeng was still the same as before. He was very old, hunched over, and there were not a few rotten hair left. At first glance, he was not a threat.

   In the face of Black's question, a heavy flash flashed in the old mage's rotten eyes, and he whispered:

   "I chatted a lot with the Loa **** about the past and future life of this desert.

   About how Setaris, the powerful Loa **** believed by the snake people, sacrificed himself, fought back the darkness and saved the world thousands of years ago without anyone knowing.

   I also know the things you want me to know, Blake.

   But the more I know, the heavier my heart becomes. I am like an ignorant mortal, fearlessly walking into a fog of history that should not come.

  Those knowledge that I shouldn't know make me feel exhausted.

  Perhaps, this trip to follow your long journey is a wrong decision. "

   "Haha, but you already know that, Master, you can't pretend you've never heard of these dark stories."

   Black grinned.

   He put away the monocular, and patted the old mage meaningfully on the shoulder, he said:

   "I know many cowards who, when they know danger is coming, will choose to bury their heads in the sand and pretend that everything is fine, pretending that they don't hear the horn from the abyss.

   However, I also know that you are not such a person, Master.

   You already know the existence of those old and ancient gods.

  You have stepped into the shadow behind this piece of history, and you already know how many malicious eyes are **** after our order in the shadow of this world.

  I know that you will choose to cooperate with me.

   Even if I'm about to become a heinous guy. "

   "I don't care about that, Blake, I already know why you asked little Aegwynn to let me come here with you."

  The old mage raised his head and looked at the pirates.

   On this dune with only the two of them, he asked in a deep voice:

   "I just want to know, will you, like me, treat those dormant darkness as enemies and eradicate them along the way?"

   "Of course, that's what I'm here for."

  The pirate smiled hypocritically, acting like a fearless hero at this moment.

He says:

   "Master, don't be in a hurry, after I finish my trip, I will tell you where the first step of our career should start.

  I promise, you, and the entire human world, will reap a surprise.

So

  Look, Master, I'm about to take my people and go deep into this cursed land in front of me. Master, you are all standing by and watching me fight alone.

   On the last leg of this trip, do I have the honor to have the fire support of a demigod? "

   He invited Merry Winterwind.

   And the demi-lich looked at Black with scrutiny, as if he had known this pirate with a ditch in his heart one day. After more than ten seconds of silence, the old mage stretched out a cold hand and held Black together.

   He said with his decayed vocal cords:

   "I will do my best to help you in return for helping us in the future."

   "I'll ask first."

   This answer made Blake blink, and he asked back:

   "The 'we' in the master's mouth refers to Dalaran? Or the Council of Tirisfal? Or, a secret small group that is about to be established."

   "Dalaran has become too involved in politics, Antonidas is a good leader and a powerful spellcaster, but he can't be as pure as he was when he was young."

   The demi-lich sighed and said:

   "The same goes for Dalaran under his leadership.

  The Wisdom of the Wizards of the Kirin Tor is limited to the ongoing war, and past history has proven that their experience is not sufficient to support their understanding of the difficulty and greatness of what I am about to do.

   And the existence of those dark things, at present, cannot be known by most people.

   That would scare them.

   An orc war has already exhausted the alliance to this point. I really can’t ask those warriors who have just stepped off the battlefield to follow me into another more terrifying battlefield.

   Besides, I need to find evidence to convince them.

   Therefore, I will first look for those credible heroes and warriors who have enough willpower to intervene in the dark.

   Such as little Aegwynn, such as Medivh, who is trying to resurrect, such as Alonthos Fao, such as.”

   "Anduin Lothar!"

   Black snapped his fingers and said:

   "Mr. Lothar is going to be a little tricky to join. I'll take care of this, you don't have to worry. Now, let's focus on the matter at hand."

  Black pointed to the port of Zemland not far away, and he said:

   "I don't have to go in there, I know that there is a super-wide curse and blessing there, and the wind blowing from there has an aura of decay and depravity.

   There are a lot of cursed undead in action, and letting everyone in will only cause unnecessary trouble.

  Me and Garona go first, and after we find the key location, you will send the rest to where we are. This is the plan, is there any problem? "

"No."

   The demi-lich narrowed his eyes, his eyes swept across the dead harbour in front of him, and looked further out to the sea, he said:

   "During the last engagement with the Nagfar, I left an arcane mark on that ship, and it is now approaching fast, and the Inducer is aware of your approach to the sea.

   At its speed, you have less than half an hour left. "

   "Enough, the Pirate King is actually not as difficult to deal with as you think."

  The pirate nodded to the old mage, and made a follow gesture to the shadow behind him. He took a step forward, and the shadows scattered around him wrapped his body.

  Under the shadows, Blake jumped down from the sand dunes, like a light sand fox, without leaving a footprint on the sand, he entered the ruined harbor shrouded in curse at a high speed.

As soon as    set foot in this dead place, several negative states appeared on the pirate's character card:

  Eternal Curse: Defense decreased. Healing effect decreased. Phantom of the Dead World

   Under that eternal curse, there is another line of explanation:

   He's staring at you! Get close to his treasure and you're done.

   This explanation made Blake laugh, and he almost laughed out loud in the shadow sneak. He is indeed a legendary pirate, and the greed and miserliness in his bones is really amazing.

   "Raenka took us to this place. He originally wanted to open the Golden Tooth Hotel here, but we both hated it, so we left after a short stay."

  The two troll ghosts suspended behind Black started to complain after stepping into the harbor.

   Executioner Warney said to Black:

   "This place has the power of Bwonsamdi, he can see you."

"I know."

  Black looked for a specific target left and right. In his field of vision, he could see many troll bones wandering aimlessly in the ruins.

   These guys have no flesh and blood on their bodies. The long curse has kept them in a state of bones, and they are still wearing tattered pirate clothes and carrying weathered weapons.

   They seem to be mindless, wandering around here, patrolling the territory for their leader just as they were alive.

   The number of these cursed bones is extremely large, at least two or three thousand, and among them, there are also some bones that do not belong to trolls, and there are all kinds.

  Black even saw the remains of a group of human pirates in action.

   It seems that he is not the first human pirate to search for the treasures of Zemran, and the forerunners have also come here, but unfortunately they have nothing but eternal death.

   "Since you've been here, have you ever seen a skeleton stuck on a pillar with a knife? It should still maintain its sanity and try to save itself."

   Black asked.

   "Yes, I have a deep memory."

   Manzur on the other side replied immediately:

   "That undead pirate under Zemlan has a brain problem, the last time we came here, it was still encouraging Ranka to join its so-called rebellion

  Fortunately, Ranka was a lunatic and ignored it.

  Otherwise it will definitely cause trouble. "

   "Take me to find it."

  Black said something, and Manzur shrugged.

   He also doesn't know what the new member of the Gold Tooth Gang wants to do, but Blake looks so confident that he decides to help his new brother.

   "East! He was nailed to the most central pier stone pillar, as if it were a punishment, to let the other undead see the end of its betrayal.

  By the way, Black, my brother, do you really think Zemlan is alive?

   That is a character from 7,000 years ago. "

   "Look here, my brother, that pirate king never died."

  Black walked in the direction indicated by Manzur, and said to two ghosts that no one else could see:

   "Zemran has always been alive, and the curse here is from him. It is estimated that the purpose is to protect his endless treasures and expand his undead fleet.

   I even suspect that the legend about the pirate king's treasure was leaked by a **** himself.

   He needs these greedy people to keep coming to this place of death, so that the power of his subordinates will continue to increase. "

   "But who is he constantly expanding his power to deal with?"

  Manzur asked suspiciously:

   "Do you want to conquer Wharton? What is there to conquer in this ghost place?"

"Simple."

   Black replied in the shadows:

   "In order to protect his treasure, and by the way, in case Bwonsamdi breaks his contract, he can have a little self-preservation. That guy is really a qualified pirate, and I have a lot to learn from him.

   Well, found it! "

  The pirate soon found the undead he was looking for, a pirate waist knife adorned with gold gems, and nailed to a stone pillar.

   That guy is really conspicuous, his flesh and blood are weathered, only bones are left.

   also wears a shabby blood-red pirate hat on his head, his clothes are not weathered, and he also wears big gold bracelets on his arms.

   looks like a big man.

   And here, it is obviously like a display of execution platform.

   Apparently someone used this method to warn others about the cost of betrayal.

   But considering that there are a group of brainless undead skeletons wandering around here, the person who came up with this punishment is probably not very normal.

  “Shu”

  Blake appeared in the shadows, waved his hand and pulled out the waist knife that killed the troll's skeleton. At this moment, a roar sounded from the sea in the distance, as if it came from hell.

  The pirate king Zemran has discovered the intruder.

   The entire port of Zemland, which was deserted and bad, seemed to come to life at this moment, and the skeletons who wandered aimlessly among the ruins let out bursts of roars.

   They seemed to be guided, rushing in the direction of Blake.

   That battle was amazing.

   "I didn't expect that I would be fortunate enough to be in the Dark Portal for six years and witness a natural disaster of the undead, but unfortunately you don't have a Frostmourne, and you don't have a Banshee King.

  You can't stop me. "

The    pirate laughed, grabbed the skeleton, and jumped into the sea.

The    hunt begins.

  I don't know who the hunter is, but Blake can be sure that he is definitely not the prey along the way.

  On this day, in this cursed sea, he will really begin his story.

   As a certain Sylvanas who is bound to be whitewashed in the future declared.

  He, will never serve anyone.

   (end of this chapter)