Azeroth Shadow Trail

  Chapter 1510 143. Just TM you call Death God?

   From Quel'Thalas to the high seas of Lordaeron, the battleships that survived the bombardment by Black Shaw are moored in a very dense formation.

   It stands to reason that any well-trained fleet would never get its own ships so close during a voyage, which is very dangerous and not conducive to fast sailing.

   But the problem is that this already miserable remnant of the army will suffer another unexpected "war".

   Maybe it’s more appropriate to call it a sneak attack.

   The Hell Fleet, which had been overturned by Nagfar with the breath of Rukhma, suddenly appeared again, and they seemed to have sensed an opportunity to save the defeat after they had already fled.

   On the undulating sea all around, those tattered ghost ships swept out the marine pollution of the closed sea area, blocking all the routes of the remaining fleets advancing and retreating.

   This traditional tactic from the Underworld soon caused real trouble for Lordaeron's broken fleet.

  Those viscous and deadly fogs have the effect of enticing lost people. In this **** gray fog, even the best navigators can’t tell the direction, let alone pinpoint the direction of those ghost ships in the fog.

   They could only be beaten passively, startled by the sudden appearance of dead ships from time to time, and the only thing fortunate was that the Shield of Aggramar held by the fleet's temporary commander Jaina was still in effect.

  Although it is far less powerful than the power of order bursting out of Dai Lin's hands, in a defensive state, the Aegis hosted by the little mage can still ensure that the remaining fatigued fleet will not be destroyed again by the sneak attack of the ghost ship.

   But this is not a long-term solution.

   On the deck of a certain ship in the surviving fleet, little Jaina leaned on the Ebony Cold Staff, and stuck her other hand on the Titan relic suspended in front of her.

This sacred object, which is split in shape and gathered by energy resonance, drums up the energy of order under her control to wrap the fleet, but the breath of death from **** continues to erode the blue barrier, and there is beating energy from time to time. Sparks pulled and jumped outside the energy shield, and made a harsh, gloomy sound.

  Little Jaina's face was pale.

  She not only has to maintain the Aegis deployment, but also endure the malice from the bottom of the sea.

   She could vaguely hear a vicious curse from a woman, and the seemingly non-existent voice was cursing her blood, cursing her and her brother to sink into the sea forever.

   That's Hela.

   A fallen demigod shaped by death and also a loser.

  Jaina is not afraid of her. The little mage is full of courage and will never bow to such an evil force, but the problem is that she is still shouldering the mission of protecting the fleet at this time.

   "This sacred shield is too oppressive to the spirit. Those ghosts are still using the vicious **** power to attack me. I will hold on for at most twenty minutes."

  Little Jaina gasped and said to the group of Alliance captains who were protecting her:

   "I know you are very tired, but you must be ready for battle now. Mother Jinjian went to ask for help, but I don't know when the support will arrive.

  Is there blessed holy water on board? "

"Have!"

   A female captain with a badge of faith in the Holy Light grabbed the command knife and glanced at the thick and cold mist around her. She immediately responded:

   "Because I heard that pirates will use the curse of black magic, I brought a lot of them on the ship before I set off. But I am very doubtful, are those holy waters really useful?"

   The female captain asked hesitantly:

   "I have secretly watched the process of making holy water by priests. They just whispered prayers to the water drawn from the well, and did not pour magic."

   "Uh, the release of this belief ritual is very complicated, and it is difficult for me to explain to you how the holy water works."

  The little mage was a little confused by this question, but she still tried her best to explain to the captain and commander who were very skilled but not very knowledgeable:

"But as long as the priest you find can really sense the holy light, then the holy water blessed by him will definitely have an effect. Let's get those water down. If the ghosts attack in a while, they will soak their weapons and cannonballs in the holy water. This gives them an additional smite effect.

  If the holy water is not enough, use fire!

  My brother, well, someone has tried it before, and even flames can temporarily drive back the undead in hell. "

"fire?"

  The other captain, who was wounded in the head and wrapped in gauze, blinked. He rubbed his chin and looked meaningfully at the naval guns on the deck. He said:

   "Is it okay to use red-hot grape bombs?"

   "Uh, theoretically possible, in fact, it seems that the lead bullets scattered by high temperature can also be."

   Jaina seemed to have thought of something strange, and she whispered:

   "Speaking of which, I have also seen some very 'strange' papers in Nar'Thalas College, where the mages are seriously discussing the feasibility of 'physical exorcism'.

   This time, if it wasn't for an emergency, it seemed like a good time to test the magic theory. "

   "Okay, stop talking about obscure magic."

   The great knight Cyrus, who was guarding the little princess, shook his head and said to the captains beside him:

   "Just follow the instructions of Her Royal Highness, everyone, I know that the just-concluded naval battle has a great impact on your morale, but only by surviving will you have the possibility of revenge.

Admiral    asks Her Royal Highness the Princess to bring you back to the motherland, this is our duty, but you also have your duty to your people and country!

   We have to do everything we can to get out of this **** place, we can't be beaten to **** by a bunch of **** dead people, they're Blake's underdogs!

   You know what that means! "

   Cyrus's few words aroused the anger and shame in these captains. They straightened their backs hard one by one, saluted Jaina, and then quickly returned to their respective ships in the transportation boat.

   As the horns of preparations for battle sounded one after another, the remnant fleet of Lordaeron, whose morale had been low just now, adjusted at a speed visible to the naked eye.

  Although the mental state of the soldiers is far worse than before, at least they did not choose to lie down and die at this time.

   Probably because they had already lost to the pirates. In order to ensure the final dignity, they were unwilling to lose to a group of lowly undead who came to pick up the leaks.

   Besides, losing to a pirate can still save a life.

   But he was defeated by the undead, so there is no need to say more about what happened.

   "The discipline of Lordaeron's navy is absolutely top-notch. Given enough time, they can even catch up with our soldiers. But unfortunately, the successive blows made them full of doubts about themselves."

  The great knight Cyrus stood beside little Jaina and said in a voice of veteran regret:

   "If they can't get out of the shadow of this failure in a short period of time, they are likely to never recover."

   "What if it was our fleet?"

  Little Jaina raised her head and looked at Cyrus, she asked seriously:

   "If father had commanded Kul Tiras' fleet, would the outcome of this battle have been any different?"

   Cyrus was stopped.

  The loyal great knight hesitated and whispered:

   "We could wipe out all the pirates on the sea before that steel ship appeared, but it wouldn't help, we lacked the means to fight that terrible ship.

Even if the fleet of Kul Tiras in its heyday is here, we will still suffer the same fate as the Lordaeron fleet. Our air cavalry will be wiped out very quickly. Once Black has mastered the air, it will be the end of our fleet. .

  Although I don’t want to admit it, today’s naval battles will indeed be as Black claimed. From now on, traditional tactics will no longer be able to adapt to the new mode of warfare in this sea.

  The sky will become as important as the ocean.

   is even more important. "

   "Is that so?"

   Jaina pursed her lips, and she whispered a little disappointedly:

   "So, my father really lost to my brother, right? My brother's victory this time is without any moisture, nor can it be said to be cheating or cleverness.

  He defeated his father dignifiedly and ended the era that belonged to Dai Lin. "

   "Yes, but also not."

   Cyrus shook his head, leaning on his halberd, he said to the little princess:

  "Blake only used this victory to declare a new era, but it was like the dawn of the dawn and the high noon sun.

   Not all forces can create as terrifying flying fortresses as Black, and not everyone can copy Black's tactics.

   This model of seizing air supremacy is not for everyone.

  From my point of view, at least in the next ten years of changes, we Kul Tiras are still the world's first-class navy.

   And our foundation is there. His Majesty has also formulated the army building ideas for aircraft carrier tactics for them in the reconstruction of the First and Second Fleet. We will take the initiative to accept and become familiar with this war thinking faster than other countries and forces.

  Little princess, you don't have to worry about the decline of the country.

   With the wisdom and courage you have shown, Kul Tiras is destined to remain strong in your hands. "

   "But I don't want to be queen."

   Jaina complained:

   "I'd rather advance my life on the magic road than be bound by that throne, and I'd rather be called Jaina than the Daughter of the Sea, I.

Um?

Did you feel it? Cyrus Knight. "

  The little mage suddenly stopped talking. She looked into the depths of the thick fog in front of her in amazement. In the strange shadows of ships that kept appearing in the shadowy fog of death, something strange seemed to happen.

   She turned her ears to listen, and after a few seconds turned to look at Cyrus, who also changed her complexion, she said:

   "It's weird that someone is singing!"

   "It's the battle song of the Kul Tiras Navy. To be precise, it's the battle song of the previous era. We don't need this kind of vulgar military song anymore."

   The well-informed great knight immediately explained to the little princess:

   "Only some old sailors who have passed from the fleet occasionally sing these songs to remember the past, but how can there be old sailors of Kul Tiras here?

  This is too far from our country.

   And why does this voice sound so familiar? "

   "It's Marshal Barry!"

   also heard the singing, and the injured captain, who was supported by several sailors and rushed out of the cabin, shouted excitedly:

"I won't forget, when I was drafted into the army by the old marshal, I heard him singing this song when he was drunk. He also wanted to popularize this song in the Lordaeron fleet, but Terry King Nas thought this song was too obscene after inspecting the fleet

   I knew that the rumors were all lies!

   The old marshal is not dead!

   A hero like him will not die silently, he is here to save us!

  When we need help, when we are in a desperate situation, the old hero who built the fleet with one hand is back! "

The captain's roar caused the sailors on the entire deck to cheer, and as the vulgar military song in the mist became clearer, the cheers continued to escape from the battleship where Jaina was, until finally, every member of the remaining fleet. All the ships began to cheer the old marshal's name.

   Just as the Kul Tirans revere Daelin, to the Navy of Lordaeron, Barry Westwain is the perfect embodiment of their naval spirit.

   But as the empty singing got closer, the worry in the eyes of Little Jaina and Cyrus the Great Knight grew deeper and deeper.

   Both of them have participated in the battle in Northshire, and they are very familiar with this special "hollow sound effect".

   An ominous feeling rose in their hearts.

   But the most direct response to this song was not the surviving fleet that was besieged by the undead, but the ghosts of Hela who were showing their fangs in the fog and ready to swallow the fleet.

The sailors on these ghost ships from various eras appeared unexpectedly restless. They were brutally resurrected by Hela. They were supposed to be zombies who would only passively obey the captain's orders, but at this moment, there seemed to be something deeper. The power of forcibly awakened their suppressed thoughts.

The generosity of another death force made these sailors who could not rest after death begin to resist the cruel oppression from hell. As the old Marshal Barry's singing approached his ears, an unexpected "rebellion" Happened soon in the fog of death.

  The officers and men of the Lordaeron Navy were dumbfounded as the fog dissipated, and they saw a group of ragged skeletons and undead furiously chasing their captains to kill.

   What's more, the raging undead would pick up their captains and throw them into the sea, as if to drown them alive.

   No one knew the source of this peculiar rebellion, but soon, layers of weak ice floes covered the sea as a gloomy cold wind blew across the sea.

   The lower and deeper singing echoed more and more clearly in this haunted sea, accompanied by a majestic battleship whose masts and sails were frozen by death frost.

   At first, the old Marshal Barry Westwin, who was standing on the bow of the death battleship, sang loudly, and then the live undead hummed the chords with terrifying voices.

   Bunch of dark blue soul fires lit up on the deck of the gloomy battleship, causing the Lordaeron navy who were still cheering just now to get stuck in unison.

   Like a rooster strangled by the neck, the entire remaining fleet became silent.

   They guessed right.

   It was indeed the old Marshal Barry who saved them from the siege of the Hela Necrons.

   But they also guessed wrong.

   The old marshal is indeed dead.

   Now he is a creation of death born here in a more terrifying and profound form.

   The old marshal at the bow looked down at the crippled fleet with indifferent eyes. He saw the low morale of the soldiers and the fear in their eyes, and he also saw the tragic state of the fleet after taking turns.

   But all this can no longer move him.

   On the stern of the death battleship, a tall man in black armor sat on a throne entirely shaped by ice.

   This ship seems to be his mobile king.

He is leaning on a cold ice magic blade that radiates cold air and shines in the rune. Any undead who are close to his halo-like coercion will quickly get rid of Hela's control, and will be extremely loyal to him. His allegiance.

   In an instant, those ghost ships who were still riding the fog of death and trying to eat the remaining fleet to show their loyalty to Hela turned to the Lich King who appeared silently.

   However, there are still several ghost ships that dived ahead of time to escape, including the commander of this **** fleet, the leader of the bloodsail pirates who are extremely good at escape, and his Devil Shark.

   Hela's angry and unwilling roar came from the bottom of the sea.

   She seemed ready to make a big wave to bury Lothar and his **** majesty.

   But the Lich King paid no heed to the whining of the defeated dog.

   He wasn't even moved by it.

   Just raised his hand slightly, and the tide that had just been rolled up by Hela was quickly frozen into heavy ice floes, and in an instant, half of the sea area was shaped into an iceberg and snowfield.

   He holds the authority conferred by the force of death, and the more death in this world, the stronger he will be.

   In the road of death, he has been completely comparable to Hela, and most importantly, compared to Hela's many defeats, Anduin Lothar is known for his constant victories.

  Why be afraid?

   Hella, is it worth the fear of natural disasters?

   "Go away with the kindness of the Lich King, Navy Lordaeron."

  Old Marshal Barry Westwin pushed his navy cocked hat covered with Death Frost. He held the hilt of the skeleton commander at his waist and said in a hollow voice:

   "Look at you, like an old dog with a broken spine, you have been frightened by failure, and you are not enough to be the servants of the Lich King.

Let's go back.

  Return to the human world and convey the voice of His Majesty Lothar to your king.

soon

  Me and my Majesty and our fleet will visit him.

  Let him, get ready! "

   (end of this chapter)