Azeroth Shadow Trail

   Chapter 1464 97. Your enchantment is very powerful, but it has retired from the environment

   "Poof"

  The icy blade stabbed out from the chest of the heroic Arathi Highland knight, and the cold and cold storm that rolled over instantly covered the struggling man.

  As the frost fell, the heat of the dying life body was quickly extracted.

   There was no more painful whimper in the blink of an eye, replaced by a dead warrior who was transformed from a human to an undead at the moment of life and death.

   His face and armor were covered with gray-black frost, but this did not affect him, who had turned into a ruthless knight, and slashed the battle axe in his hand at his stunned companion.

   After just a few seconds, a team of twelve elite Arathi Highland knights was destroyed, which also meant that the Undead Scourge had an additional team of ruthless knights who could fight on the battlefield.

   In this scene, everyone who was stubbornly resisting on the beach of Rogue Harbor was full of despair.

  Old Marshal Barry Westwin's sword was stained with the cold and stinky blood of the Necromancer. He hacked to death three monsters that tried to attack him from the ground.

   For an old man who is almost sixty years old, this combat power is really good.

   But unfortunately, the marshal's bravery could not save this advance team's fate.

   They couldn't even escape.

   In the harbour at the rear, several fourth-class warships of the Alliance that landed on the island with landing teams kept firing at the coast full of undead. It seemed that the firepower had a great advantage, but this was just a boring counterattack in desperation.

   There were still broken hulls and deck fragments suspended on the sea next to several firing ships, and many sailors were swimming desperately in the sea towards the coast.

Just now, an underground raid by the crypt lord Anub'arak from the shallow sea smashed their fourth-class warship. Facing the demigod monster strengthened by death, ordinary warships let alone attacking, they even It's hard to dodge and defend yourself.

   Everything went downhill within minutes of the Marines landing on the island.

  Old Marshal Barry finally knew why the North Sea pirates would go so unconcerned, so carelessly threw his base camp to the Alliance Navy.

   It's not that they are crazy.

   But those **** are sure that even if the number of ships in the Alliance fleet is doubled, they will not even think about attacking the rogue port, even if there is only one "defender" left on the island after the pirates "strategically turn in".

   "My God."

In the tragic slaughter between the undead and the living, in the alternating echoes of silence and battle cries, Old Barry raised his left foot and trampled on the ground, stunned the two nerubians that rushed out of the ground, and waved his command knife. The powerful whirlwind chopped down two monsters.

   Across the battlefield of life and death, the Admiral of Lordaeron saw the tall figure carrying the black magic sword, wrapped in a cold storm like a moving eye of the storm, walking towards him.

   His pace was so familiar that the old marshal was very emotional for a while.

   In the years after the Orc War entered a stalemate and counterattack, he and the Lordaeron fleet he commanded have been fighting under the command and command of this man.

   Countless alliance soldiers poured their blood for the will of the man in front of him. It was the man in front of him who brought the human beings who were almost devastated to recover from the abyss of failure, and drove the brutal greenskin back to their sad world all the way.

  Heroes, warriors, and great men are not enough to fully describe the achievements of the man in front of him. On the day he suffered disaster, the entire human civilization was weeping for him.

   But now, Marshal Barry Westwin had to face the harsh reality in front of him.

   The man who had given everything to protect them has been shaped in the darkness into a **** of death that cannot be ignored. He turned the pier and the port into a real **** with one sword and one sword.

   The old marshal felt a kind of ominousness from his heart from the gaze of the cold eyes under the cold storm.

  Anduin Lothar.

   This Lich King is coming for him today.

   The old navy had a bad smile on his face, tsk tsk, this really makes people feel "honored".

"do not go!"

Seeing that the old marshal reached out and took off the marshal's sash on his body, unbuttoned the first button on his neck, picked up his pipe and prepared to jump out of the "temporary trench" created by magic. The mage Modera grabbed his wrist, and the lady archmage screamed:

   "You are not his opponent, don't be impulsive! Just hold on here, I have sent a message to the fleet for help, they will soon"

   "Are you running to die?"

  Old Marshal Barry shook his head. He glanced at Lothar, tore off his marshal's sash and stepped on the ground. He turned back and said to the Archmage:

   "I've heard of what happened in Northshire, so many legends and demigods gathered together failed to prevent Marshal Lothar from falling into darkness, and now we alone can't do this.

  The battlefield of naval warfare has never been a stage for individual heroism, and the fleet has never been born to fight against a strong man.

   Don't let them come over!

   Don't let the great boys I choose by myself die in vain.

   Don't you understand? Modera.

   He wants me! "

  The Admiral of Lordaeron glanced at the port in front of him and this deserted pirate island with a lost look. He whispered regretfully:

   "Lothar needs an Admiral to serve him, so here I am, I am in the right place at the right time, and everything seems to be the impetus of destiny.

   I didn't realize it until we stepped into this trap.

  I once wanted to challenge Blake Shaw on this sea. I didn’t want that arrogant young man to make waves on this ocean guarded by us. I once wanted to teach him a lesson with practical actions.

   But it turns out that it was not Blake who was arrogant.

   I am arrogant.

   This was the Pirate Prophet's response to my provocation, Modera, who took a moment to arrange my fate as much as Lothar's.

   I have come here, the moment of fate has come, I cannot escape.

   But you can! "

   The old marshal took a hard puff on his pipe, and the spicy smoke made him cough violently, causing him to cough up tears in embarrassment, which were quickly wiped away.

   He reached out and pushed his tattered three-cornered hat, and took a last look at the archmage and the non-commissioned officers and captains beside him who were looking at him.

He says:

   "Go back, I will open a way back for you. Send the news of my death back to Lordaeron. No, send it back to Kul Tiras, and tell Daelin for me.

  I want to exhale for my old brother.

   But unfortunately, his son is too powerful.

   I'm no match for this immortal guy at all.

   Go. "

   After saying that, old Barry Westwin jumped out of the trench with a command knife, and several young non-commissioned officers rushed out with their blood, screaming and following the beloved marshal.

   But the moment they jumped out of the trenches, Archmage Modera raised his hand and threw several arcane cages to trap them in place.

   "Lothar!"

   On the battlefield where the living and the dead are entangled, old Barry ran, waving the command knife in his hand, stirring his anger, he roared:

   "Look at me, Lothar! What you want is me, what Blake Shaw promised you is me! Let them go, and you will reap a whole soul that is willing to fight for you."

"boom"

   The Admiral's Command Knife collided with Frostmourne's blade.

  The cold wind slammed into Marshal Westwin's body, and the heavy pressure instantly crushed him to the ground, causing him to kneel half-kneeling in front of the Lich King in an embarrassed kneeling posture.

   The expressionless Lothar looked at him with a cold look.

   The Lich King whispered:

   "I don't need your allegiance, Barry Westwin, I just need your participation in this eternal cause. Whether you like it or not, I'll have an outstanding admiral today."

   "Let them go! Lothar."

   The old marshal, whose body was mostly frozen, gritted his teeth and said:

   "For the past, my God, they were all your soldiers! They were all your children! Look at the despair in their eyes, they see you as a hero.

   Let these children go, Lothar.

   I am enough to stay.

  I am enough! "

   "Poof"

   What responded to old Barry was an icy sharp sword that passed through his chest.

   When Frostmourne pierced the old marshal's heart, Lothar's voice also sounded in his ear:

   "My Admiral, your prayers do not have to be approved by me, these living beings have no special value in my eyes, and their survival depends entirely on your mercy.

   I have prepared sailors, commanders and ships for you.

   I said I was going to visit those kings.

   I don't want to delay anymore.

Now

   Let's set sail. "

—

   "Boom"

  In the waters near the Quel'Thalas Peninsula, near Sunstrike Island, a small magic yacht belonging to a nobleman in Silvermoon City was driving slowly along the coastline of Eversong Forest.

  The ship is full of elegant and noble Quel'dorei nobles, those "typical elves" who have lived prosperously and leisurely since childhood.

   Seeing how they toasted on the yacht deck, it seemed like a small gathering of small groups.

   However, just when these guys had seen enough of the scenery and were about to go to the shore for some hunting activities, a sudden loud noise interrupted the thinking ability of all the elves.

It was like a giant bomb suddenly exploded in the waters in front of this poor little yacht, and tens of millions of tons of seawater were thrown in all directions by the sudden force, as if a sudden storm had swept through it. sea.

  The small yacht was helplessly lifted into the air by the waves in this raging wind and waves, and then quickly fell back into the undulating waters in the next second, scaring a group of sissy elves clutching the side and mast of the boat and screaming.

   Then, they saw with their own eyes a huge fleet "out of thin air" appeared in the sea in front of them.

   This fleet is not as neat as the warships of the Lordaeron Navy, nor is it the stern aura of the Kul Tiras Navy, nor the magnificence and luxury of the magic battleships of the Quel'dorei navy.

   All the ships in this fleet look tattered.

   The sails hanging from those masts were mostly ugly patches, some had several layers, and those masts were also full of messy flags, but each flag was related to elements such as skulls and scimitars.

  The most important thing is that the decks of these ships, big and small, are packed with scum from almost every race of every continent in Azeroth.

  From cowardly kobolds to cowardly hordes of murlocs, from savage potbellied boars to brutal centaur raiders.

  From the frost troll who can never stand his waist to the Zandalari troll who straightens his waist and screams, from the greenskin orc with only one eye left to the tauren brute with a huge skull tomahawk in both hands.

   There are also filthy vrykul pirate pioneers, harpoon-clutching walruses, restless wolverines, and even the sinister, rare lizardmen witch doctor.

   In short, any scum of any race you have seen or never seen in this world can definitely be found in this "composite" fleet that looks like a walking garbage dump.

   "My God! It's a pirate!"

  The elf nobles on the poor magic little yacht were all stunned.

They knew that their own fleet set off for the North Sea a few months ago and cooperated with the alliance fleet to attack the North Sea pirates, but they never thought that the war that only happened in legends and distant places would one day appear in such a vivid manner before their eyes.

   Pirates are here!

  The sun is on top, how did they sneak up on this land?

   Has the sacred Reno Bandir barrier failed?

   "No! There's something under the water! Omg! It's a sea monster! We're rising! Omg!"

  A female elf noble who was all wet with seawater trembled and pointed to the seawater in front of the yacht that was turning frantically, screaming from the crowd who could not wait to turn around and escape.

   They felt that something was rising under the sea, like a giant beast on the sea floor, so it was so immortal that it was just below their small yacht.

Amid the hoarse screams of pirates watching the fun, and the horrified screams of a few hapless elf nobles, the black Nagfar was like a beast awakening from the deep sea, with a domineering and terrifying voice. The graceful posture quickly rises from the swirling sea water.

  A large amount of seawater flows down the spout decorated with the dragon head around the ghost ship, making the black ship's posture even more sinister.

   On the deck full of ghost sailors, Blake, who was smoking a pipe, leaned on Sargeras' scepter, and squinted at the elven magic yacht that was right in the center of the ghost ship's deck.

   He would put on his full pirate king suit, and even put a black eye patch on his left eye to make himself stylish and retro.

  The smelly pirate tilted his head and looked at the yacht surrounded by ghost pirates. The few elf nobles who had been hugged and shivered by fright, he grinned and breathed out a smoke ring.

   stepped forward and said to several elves in the most standard high-level elf Sarasian language:

   "Oh, don't be afraid, friends, as you can see, I just brought my trash subordinates to meet the great Sun King, and thank him for his 'attention' and 'help' to me in Beihai during this time.

  Look, we've found a way to get through your magical realm guardian enchantment, and my subordinates are ready for a big rush.

   But now there are a few small problems.

   For example, my subordinates are rude and rubbish.

   They are idiots who don't know a single one, and they have absolutely no way to find the right way to the great treasure in the exotic land of the elf land."

  Blake hooked his fingers to the side, and immediately His Highness Little Xingxing dressed as a masked female pirate who knew his skills presented a pirate machete with a rolled-up blade in both hands.

  The smelly pirate threw the knife at the feet of several elf nobles.

   He lifted his chin, and in the sharp voice of a great villain, he lengthened his voice and said:

   "That's it, sissies, no offense, but my shameless subordinates need a guide now."

   "Well, because of the recent employment pressure, we can only provide one guide position and one remuneration, and there are five of you.

  Tsk tsk, what a pity, right? "

   (end of this chapter)