Azeroth Shadow Trail

   Chapter 134 42. I have turned this curse into power! 【415】--Subscribe

   "Okay, bastards!"

  Blake stood on the sea of ​​gold coins on Treasure Island. He looked at the huge black shadow slowly approaching the sea in front of him, and shouted to a group of bumpkins behind him who were restrained by the power of wealth:

   "Brace yourself, if you want to get these treasures, you have to go through Zemran first! Look, he's here!"

   "woo woo woo"

   As soon as the pirate's voice fell, a low and strange horn sounded from outside Treasure Island.

   The sound of the horn seemed to carry some kind of dark power, awakening nearly 600 people on the island. They recovered from the shock of wealth and looked back one by one.

   On the sea nearly a thousand meters away, there is a huge and decaying battleship, breaking the waves towards this side.

   It is very big.

   is surprisingly big.

   The black ship that broke through the waves in front of him was even bigger than Dai Lin's Great King. From the appearance alone, it was full of oppression.

   But it has an odd shape, without a mast, but with nearly a hundred oars extending on both sides of the lowermost layer, relying on this primitive power to move forward.

   On both sides of the huge hull, on the left and right of the keel hull, there are smaller boat-shaped structures to support the stability of such a huge hull on the sea.

  It has a very deep draft and can see its huge weight.

  There is a whole area behind the ship, which is shaped into a troll-style building, which is like a small town, moved to the ship.

   But the top deck was bare, except for the large, decaying siege crossbows on both sides, which were maneuvered by a horde of troll skeletons in pirate uniforms.

  At the very front of the ship, there is a head statue of a monster sculpture, with fire burning on it, like a giant beast spitting out flames.

   "What kind of ship is this?"

  Red. Black hand grabbed the sword, fighting intently, he turned his head to look at Black beside him, and said:

   "Why is it flat? It's so tall!"

   "This is a warship unique to the Zandalar trolls. It is used to transport war beasts. It is a sea fortress in itself, so don't make such a fuss, Red."

  Black stared at the strange ship that was like a sea monster, wrapped in black smoke, he said:

   "This kind of ship does not fight in your usual way. To form a complete combat system, it must cooperate with a powerful pterodactyl dragoon.

  The straight upper deck was used for taking off and landing the pterodactyl dragoons. (Ps1)

   You should be glad that Zemran has not let his ship fight for thousands of years. The pterodactyls and their pirate riders that should have been carried have long died, otherwise we have no chance of winning this battle. "

   Having said this, Blake shook his head and said softly:

   "The combat concept is really advanced. This kind of 'aircraft carrier' was created thousands of years ago, and now the fleet of the Golden Dynasty also has such monster ships.

  Unfortunately, throughout Azeroth, only the Zandalari trolls blessed by all souls are qualified to play like this. After all, only they have an inexhaustible supply of pterodactyls for training.

  The air power of other races is too bad to face them. "

   "Behind! Captain! There are skeletons behind to land!"

   The warlock's evil-eyed shout made Blake look back. On the other side of this Treasure Island, the undead skeletons that were active in Zemland Harbor had already crossed over from the bottom of the sea to this place.

   Looking down from the island and reef, white skeletons are walking under the sea water, under the command of their undead captain, they are waving decaying knives and guns, and they are surrounding Treasure Island.

   The difference in quantity is too great.

   If you count the skeletons on the **** ship in front of you, the number of undead pirates under Zemlan's command is at least five or six times that of Black's team of 600 people.

   The orcs roared and drew their swords.

   Those troll exiles who were taken as cannon fodder and captured, had no intention of fighting, and most of them were already shivering with fright at the scene in front of them.

   They were not warriors at all.

   "Captain! Use your evil wisdom to find a way!"

  The cowardly foxman quartermaster Eudora, who also picked up two short knives, screamed and shouted at Black, trying to make the captain show his power.

   They will be trapped on Treasure Island, surrounded by the sea. Once they are surrounded by skeletons on the seabed, they will have nowhere to run.

   "Ah! Another group of stupid thieves trying to take my treasure!"

   In this critical situation, a hoarse and dry voice echoed on the sea.

   On the deck of the decaying black ship that was getting closer, a tall troll, leaning on a ruby-embellished waist knife, appeared in front of Black.

   Surrounded by a group of troll skeletons, he may be the only "alive" person in the undead fleet.

  Grey-white skin, skinny appearance, just like a dried mummy, but wearing a luxurious and sloppy battle uniform and a tattered cloak.

   Wearing a black pirate captain's triangular hat, the pair of eyeballs that were deep in the eye sockets, all have traces of drying, but there is still a fresh viciousness and madness shining in them.

  The pirate king Zemran, who survived in such a cursed state, shouted on this cold sea full of malicious jokes and arrogance:

   "It's another group of little mice trapped in traps! The younger generations who follow the road of looting in this sea will never learn well, but you are more powerful than others.

   For the sake of you being so close to my treasure, I would like to give you some preferential treatment.

   That is, welcome to join the undead fleet! My new crew. "

  Zemran laughed.

   But the next moment, his laughter was suddenly interrupted like a chicken strangling his neck, and he seemed to see some kind of action that angered him, making this guy gloomy and violent.

   He drew out the waist knife from his waist, waved it randomly on the deck of his black ship, and roared:

   "Chops! Get your dirty hands! Get off the treasure that belongs only to me!"

   "No, I refuse."

  Blake bent down from the treasure mountain under his feet, picked up an ordinary elven gold coin, and tossed it up and down in his hand. He glanced behind him, and then looked up at the sea in front of him.

   Hundreds of meters away, his eyes collided with the eyes of Pirate King Zemlan, almost creating sparks in the air.

   In the angry roar of the Pirate King, Black Shi Shiran opened his pocket.

   In front of everyone's eyes, he threw the gold coin into his pocket, and the moment the gold coin fell into it, a cold force poured into the pirate's body from the treasure mountain under his feet.

   On the character card in front of him, a terrifying negative state instantly appeared:

   Eternal Curse: You take a treasure that does not belong to you, you are cursed.

   With the emergence of this state, Black seems to have returned to the state of the undead curse that he encountered when he was reborn, the difference being that this time it was more violent.

   This is derived from the power of Bwonsamdi, the troll **** of death, to punish defaulters, and it has extraordinary effects on the living.

   His skin quickly became shriveled, and the vision in front of him also dimmed.

   Weakened with each breath, and after a few seconds the urge to breathe disappeared.

   His appearance was changing rapidly, and soon it became almost exactly the same as Zemran, a form between life and death.

The vitality on the    character card slipped and was eventually locked to a precarious level, but as Black switched back to the title of "Deputy Leader of the Golden Teeth Gang".

   The life sharing of 600 people added to his body, which made his bottom-out health bar ten times faster and faster.

"Well"

  Blake, who was in the state of the undead, moved his shoulders, grinned his dry lips, put his hands on his hips in that terrifying form, and shouted to Zemran in the distance:

   "It's fun to scare people with Bwonsamdi's power, right? Pirate King. But you seem to forget that the source of this cursed power is not yours.

  You're just pretending it's your power, you're pretending you've got the upper hand, but Bwonsamdi might have something to say about it, just play up your horror.

   Chops!

  You can scare them, but not me!

  Old Buang Sandy asked me to bring you a sentence, that debt has been delayed for seven thousand years, but it cannot be delayed any longer. "

  Black raised his left hand and gestured backwards. The warlock with the quickest reaction had evil eyes. He lowered his head and grabbed a handful of gold coins in his hand. He glanced at the terrifying appearance of the captain and hesitated for a moment.

   Then he gritted his teeth, closed his eyes, and threw the gold coin into his pocket.

   The next moment, the appearance of the warlock also changed rapidly, and within a few seconds, he became the same undead state as Blake, which was a novel and terrifying experience.

   But the evil eye moved his body, grabbed Maim's sword next to him, and stabbed himself in the stomach. The sharp blade went straight into his waist, but no blood came out.

   Didn't even feel pain.

  Evil Eye blinked his rotten eyes, then laughed loudly, raised his hand and began to sway his fel energy, threw out the soul stone that had been prepared, and summoned the devil to come to help.

  Others watched the evil eye and stabbed themselves, but they didn't die.

   They also realized the captain's strategy, so they grabbed the treasures on the ground and threw them into their pockets, letting the curse infect their bodies.

  Those troll exiles cannon fodder, as long as they are sane, they all realize that in the current situation of being surrounded, this kind of crazy behavior of actively contracting the curse is their only chance to survive.

   shouted one by one, frantically pulling the sea of ​​gold coins under them.

   At the same time, the troll bones of the undead fleet rushed to Treasure Island from the sea in all directions, and the orcs who were also in the state of undead roared and fought with those skeletons.

   They didn't defend at all, letting the swords of those skeletons slash into their bodies.

  The power of life sharing shrouded every warrior under Black's command.

   Everyone's injuries will be spread evenly on the bodies of 600 people, and no matter how deadly the attack is, under such a terrifying spread, it will only turn into a small scratch.

   This is not scientific at all.

   But it's magic!

   In the chaotic battle situation, Eudora, a fox who was not good at fighting, was surrounded by three skeletons and pierced through her heart by two swords. She howled and fell into the sea of ​​gold coins.

   But her soul just left the body, and was pulled back into the body by the curse of death.

  The weak quartermaster blinked blankly, sat up, and touched the wound on his body. On the shriveled body of the undead, the fatal wound was glued together.

   Her body will decay, it will stink, and it will end up in the pathetic posture of these troll skeletons, like a cage that traps her soul.

   keeps her from all the good things in the living world.

  Let her spend the rest of her life wandering between this pale and monotonous life and death.

   Let her turn into a ghost who is outside the world and has nowhere to go!

   Let her repent of all the sins she has committed in endless time.

   This looks like eternal life, but it is the most terrifying torture in the world. This is the wrath of the **** of death, to punish those bad guys who made deals with him but deliberately breached the contract.

   Eudora probably didn't realize the seriousness of the problem.

   But in the current situation, this terrible curse can help her and her captain win this battle.

so.

   Let's turn this curse of anger into new power.

   The little fox man got up in the next instant, without using a knife, he swung his claws towards the troll skeleton in front of him, tearing with his claws, biting with his fangs, a full little beast attitude.

   She fiercely tore off the head of a troll skeleton and threw it into the sea not far away. This action made several troll skeletons stare at her.

   The skeletons opened their mouths and roared silently at her.

   "Ow!"

  The little fox man also grabbed a one-handed knife embedded with jewels on the ground, and roared at several skeletons with the fangs and claws of the little fox when he was provoked.

  Bah!

   Everyone is now a dead person who will never die!

  Who is afraid of who!

Come!

Fight a great battle!

  Ps1: If you really can't imagine what this ship looks like, you can log in to the game and go to the giant island of Pandaria, where there is such a troll warship.

   There are a lot of big dinosaurs on it, and there seems to be a rarity that is difficult to deal with.

   It can be regarded as an aircraft carrier of the Warcraft version, but in 8.0, it is a pity that we did not see such a troll battleship appearing, which is really regrettable.

   (end of this chapter)