Azeroth Shadow Trail

  Chapter 155 63. Interview with the tattered king--add updates for all brothers [45]

   "Kill! Kill it! Don't let one go!"

As the Nagfar quietly floated up from the hidden sea behind the coast in the early hours of the morning, when people were most likely to relax their vigilance, a group of violent orcs who had changed to new weapons rushed over with lightning speed. .

   The Berserkers headed by Red Blackhand, armed with sophisticated heavy weapons provided by the devout serpent people, easily tore the first wave of the serpent people's defense line around the pier within a few minutes.

   In Reid's manic and bloodthirsty roar, his orcs wielded those desert meniscus halberds with lightning arcs and sapphire shards.

  Each blow can easily kill a snake man whose height and strength are not as good as theirs.

   This black-toothed laughing orc is now the most elite Marine Corps in Black's hands. With the blessing of not being afraid of death, they can freely release their inner roar.

   is the perfect trailblazer.

   The Zandalari troll exiles, who were shouting and banging around, were the cannon fodder that disrupted the front line.

   Led by a few Sandfury robbers who were now promoted to battle captains by Black, they carried out harassment operations by virtue of their numerical superiority.

   Simply put, set fires everywhere.

   Their combat power is far less powerful than the Orcs.

   And the quality of nearly 400 people varies, with at least one third, even with the blessing of cursed gold coins, they are all "pure bastards" who can only shout.

   It’s okay to fight against the wind, but if you really have to encounter some tough bones, it is estimated that it will be difficult to make a difference.

   "It still doesn't work."

   There was chaos. On the burning gravel pier, Black, wearing a pirate king suit and an eye patch, released the old bone-eating eagle on his shoulders.

   Let it replace his own eyes, and guard the surrounding areas farther from the dock.

   threw a torch at the snake tent next to him.

  While the flames were burning, he skillfully pulled the snake-man bow in his hand, and slapped a hunter's mark on the snake-man priest who was preparing lightning spells dozens of meters away.

With the    death mark effect and the blessing of Proudmoore's bloodline talent, the sniper arrow with proficiency +2 hits the power of a grandmaster, and the whistling sapphire bone arrow pierces the air with an explosive sound, easily piercing the lightning shield of the snake priest.

While smashing its head into pieces, the bone arrow was castrated, and the body of a hapless snake man next to it was pierced, and it flew up with its slender body, and was stared at the stone pillar next to it. superior.

   "Cool!"

  After completing a double kill, Black made a "refueling" action for himself, and simply stopped sneaking.

   Under the **** of Dogleg Evil Eye and three ravaging orcs, carrying a bag of snake-man's gem bone arrows and holding a war bow, while walking deep into the dock, he fired a sniper arrow every few seconds.

   In addition to clearing out those snake commanders and highly threatening priests, brush up your sniper skill proficiency by the way.

   After so many battles, Black has deeply understood a truth.

A lot of    skills are a good thing, and they can combine very good and very good ultimate moves.

   But too much but not fine, is a very bad and very bad thing.

   His current skills are completely sufficient. What he has to do now is not to learn more skills, but to spend more time to improve the proficiency of these skills.

   does not require every skill to be master level, at least master level.

   In this way, the least precision aspect can be controlled. If you can practice all the combat skills you currently have to the master level, then Black's combat power can at least double.

   "Captain! Look there! That snake man leader is running!"

   The evil-eyed warlock who was guarding the captain sneered and threw a brimstone fire, forcing the two snake-man assassins who were trying to hide in the shadows to sneak out of the shadows and set them on fire.

   Amid the burning screams of the snake-man assassin, the warlock looked up.

   Just a hundred meters away, a leader wearing a gorgeous robe and a size larger than the other snake people, escorted by several personal guards, sneakily climbed onto the sandworm mount with a strange shape like a trilobite.

   He immediately called out to the captain who was immersed in the hunt.

   "Run? Where?"

  Black had already aimed at the target.

Hearing the hint of the evil eye, the war bow that was drawn in his hand immediately turned its direction, the hunter's mark was added, the gem bone arrow on the bowstring was charging, and its surface was also wrapped in a layer of shadow like a black smoke. force.

   Shadow Master talent activated.

   Charge for five seconds.

   Plus Death Mark and Bloodline Blessing.

   The moment the sniper arrow was shot, its power surged above that of the legend. As Black's fingers relaxed, the arrow flew out and disappeared into the shadows.

  Like a sneaking assassin, the sniper arrow that converged on its flight path did not fly out of the shadows again until only ten meters were left when it approached the leader of the snake man 100 meters away.

  The black smoke peeled off, spinning at a high speed, and pierced through the eyes of the desperate snake-man leader with lightning speed.

The    sapphire arrow and bone shaft burst apart, shattering most of its body into flesh and blood.

   "click"

   The beautifully carved snake-man bow in the pirate's hand also broke at this moment, and Blake looked helpless.

After the    combat talent is added, the destructive power is enough.

   The problem is that this kind of excellent quality weapon simply cannot bear it.

   "Captain's archery is unparalleled in the world! The ranger of Quel'Thalas, and the hunter of the Mok'Nathal clan, are not worthy of your shoes."

   The orc warlock immediately boasted, but Black shook his head. His family knew his own affairs. In the eyes of humans and orcs, his archery might already be very powerful.

   But he fought with a real elf ranger, and in the eyes of those arrogant long ears, Black's arrow was empty power and little skill.

   is to rely on the force to crush and hit a fatal blow, without any technical content.

   It is not an exaggeration to say that you are just getting started.

   "Not far."

  Black didn't throw away the broken bow in his hand, he looked around.

   The orcs are really good at raiding and looting. In less than ten minutes, the unbeliever snake people in the entire gravel dock have been defeated head-on.

   The number of the remaining snakemen is still higher than that of the orcs, but without their commander, they have been unable to form an effective counterattack, and can only be chased and chopped by the beastmen who killed them.

  The moonlight shone on a **** pier. Whenever the orcs crossed the moonlight, their flesh and blood seemed to fade away, turning into a **** skeleton that could move.

   But it will return to normal when it is separated from the moonlight.

   The box of Cursed Gold Coins that Black made with Bwonsamdi's death mojo is really something.

After wearing    for the pirates under his command, when the difference in strength is not large, the two sides fight in close combat, and the undead pirates are almost invincible.

   But when encountering a magic attack, the effect is less than satisfactory.

no way.

  There is nothing so perfect in the world.

   But the undead power it comes with is very powerful, and it still makes the equipment quality of this box of gold coin accessories made by Blake reach an epic level.

  The devout snake people who were the guides had already brought the cannon fodder trolls and began to rescue those compatriots who were hung by ropes in the sky, most of them were extremely weak and dying.

   "I'm going back to the Eastern Continent soon. I also need to collect the supplies on the way. There is nothing on the Nagfar right now. You can take someone to check it out."

  The pirate said to the orc warlock who nodded and bowed beside him:

"Take everything you can take away from this pier onto the boat, and burn what you can't take away. There are also the souls of those unbelievers, captured with soul stones, brought back to the boat, and fed to me." Baby' eat.

  You come by yourself! "

   "Yes, Captain!"

  The Evil Eye Warlock immediately accepted the order, and went to the other side with his raiding guards.

   Black himself was walking around the gravel pier, looking for something.

   After a few minutes, he heard the sound of a whistle, glanced around, and found Garona, who was wearing a hood, waving to him there.

  Legendary assassin found!

  The pirate's eyes lit up, and he stepped forward quickly. On the way, he threw a throwing knife composed of shadows, stabbing the two unbelievers who were struggling to get up in the flames to death, and stored their souls in the soul stone in his hand.

   "It's in there! It's hidden deep enough."

  Garona pointed to the inside of the heavily weathered building next to her, and took Blake to it. As soon as she entered the semi-outdoor room, a strange smell came on her face.

   But not that disgusting smell.

  Black looked ahead, and there was a weird garbage heap lying there.

   Its shape is no different from an ordinary garbage dump.

   It was piled with all kinds of mess, tattered clothes, half eaten fruit, some tattered fur, broken bricks and tiles, broken weapons, damaged armor and so on.

  There are all kinds of strange things.

   The reason why it is strange is because this garbage heap has already been piled up so much that it only emits such a little smell, which is really unreasonable.

  According to the size of this garbage dump, under normal circumstances, it should be twenty or thirty meters away, and you can smell the disgusting smell of garbage fermentation.

   "That's it."

After   Blake checked again and again, he turned around and nodded to Garona.

   He and the legendary assassin, at the same time, took out a large bag of things from their respective magical luggage, which contained all the messy things they found when packing the cabin of the Nagfar.

There are dead hair left by half-giant undead, old vrykul drinking horns, some handaxes, knives in rotten dress, and bottles of wine that have been lost in the cargo hold of the Nagfar for hundreds of years. shredded clothes, furs, etc.

   They smelled weird, didn't have any magical aura, and were extremely standard, meaningless gray objects.

   In layman's terms, it's all standard garbage.

  Black also warned Garona, saying:

   "Check again, don't mix anything like gold coins, these expensive things as tribute will only offend that Loa."

   "Checked it several times."

  Garona replied with a weird expression, she really couldn't think of what kind of Loa with bad taste would treat this garbage as a tribute to treasures?

   But she trusted Blake's judgment.

   Along the way, the pirate's judgment has not gone wrong.

   "Follow me, read with me."

  Blake stepped forward, first put the broken war bow in his hand on the big garbage pile in front of him, and then took out the garbage in his pocket.

   put it on with a respectful gesture, and recited in troll language:

   "Gani, Gani, the **** of trash! Where is your treasure chest?"

   "Rich people, poor people, don't care. Your harvest is very meaningful."

   "You can see through your heart at a glance. You wait for a secret, and keep blocking it. Abandon it like a shoe, and it will come in handy. The jokes are heard, and the banter is impermanent. If you feel great, you will surely fail.

  As you fall, no one can help you. Only Ghani, regardless of position.

  My status is low, and you can't see me.

  Gani, Ghani, others are contemptible, but I love it! "

   After finishing this weird slang-like chanting, Blake cleared his throat again, stood up straight, bowed slightly to the garbage pile in front of him, and said loudly:

   "The protector of the scavengers, the **** of garbage, the **** of abandonment, the **** of secrets, the king of thieves, the lord of slaves, the guardian of secrets, the **** of scavengers.

   Old Garni!

  We have made tributes at the scavenger sanctuary, and ask for your presence. "

   Garona also called out.

   Soon the call was answered.

   In a strange cry, like the laughter of a child, blurred smoke rose from all around, and in the blink of an eye, on the big garbage pile in front of him, the figure of a strange beast, Loa, gathered.

   and the slightly uncomfortable greeting that always felt a little sarcastic and mocking:

   "Hello, you are full of shiny rich people.

  What wind brought you to this scavenger sanctuary that does not belong to you? You guys also took great care to prepare a near-perfect gift for old Gani.

   What kind of return do you want from Old Garni? "

   (end of this chapter)