Azeroth Shadow Trail

   Chapter 166 74. Zemran's Big Baby

   Facts have proved that there is absolutely no good end to handing a battleship to a flock of landlubbers.

   In the early morning two days later, when the three ships circled the edge of the Wharton Desert and returned to the port of Zemland, Blake deeply realized this terrible truth.

   The three ships did not have any trouble running aground along the way, but many unlucky people were thrown into the sea under the condition of a little wind and waves.

   Fortunately, the Nagfar caught them under the sea.

   But as punishment, Black stripped them of their foolish, worthless lives, turning them into ghosts bound to labor on the Nagfar.

   There are also some idiots who damaged the sails and some parts because of the operation error in their haste, which made the Black Hand brothers furious, and hoisted those **** who made mistakes on the mast.

   This made the remaining troll exiles more attentive.

   Let the second half of the voyage finally be without any trouble.

   "Here they come! Prophet."

  In the dilapidated port of Zemland, which was full of ominous and gloomy atmosphere, a snake hunter rushed into the ruins that were mostly collapsed and reported to Warwick, the snake prophet who was praying there.

   "There were three ships coming towards the port. But we didn't see that weird ghost ship."

   "It sails under the sea."

  The Snake Man Prophet shook his head, spit out a snake letter, and said to his people:

   "You can't look directly at that evil thing with the eyes of a mortal, go ahead, and prepare the people to board the ship.

  The Unbelievers have detected that we have left the temple, and the reason why they have not launched an attack is entirely because of their fear of the cursed land of Zemran Harbor.

   They won't give us much time once they know the curse of Zemland Harbor is gone. "

  The hunter hesitated.

   It looked around with its snake pupils, lowered its voice, and said to the prophet:

   "The Prophet, the clansmen are talking about it. Many people think that we abandon the temple, which is a blasphemy to the gods. And we also handed the holy relics to a group of pirates. This is really true."

   "Don't bother!"

  The old prophet closed his eyes and said in a hoarse voice:

   "It is for the safety of the relics that we have to stay away from our homeland. The clansmen will eventually understand the meaning of this sacrifice, and now is not the time to explain.

  Let's gather them. If the warriors really don't want to leave, leave them enough supplies and weapons to keep them in their hometown and continue to fight.

  Tell them again, don't go back to the temple, don't throw yourself into a snare.

  If there is really nowhere to go, go to the Temple of Akunda, the benevolent and mighty lizard Loa has accepted the fox, and it will also accept our people. "

   "Yes, Prophet."

The   snake hunter ran out quickly. In the early morning night, the snake people moved very fast. After receiving the order of the prophet, they immediately started to move.

   Those weak clansmen who were just rescued were supported, or carried by sandworm mounts, walked out of their hiding places and gathered at the harbour pier.

  And the elite Templars, using a huge stretcher, carried their relic keystones shining blue arcs, led by the old prophet, to the gathering place.

   Soon, the three warships reluctantly sailed into the piers on both sides in a crooked posture. After the anchor was lowered, a huge wooden board was placed between the ships and the pier.

  The snake people came aboard one after another, while the Prophet Warwick took the sacred keystone and waited in the deepest part of the abandoned dock.

   After a few minutes, as the sea was silently separated, in the rolling and peeling of the waves, the evil and dark ghost ship rose from the water.

   sprinkled with water, like a giant beast probe, and appeared in front of the snake prophet.

   "Crash"

   On the rotten, gloomy side of the ship, a gray-white wooden board, propelled by several troll ghosts, was placed on the dock, making a low crash sound.

  The old prophet leaned on a snake staff, spat out a snake letter, and took the first step up the stairs.

The moment    stepped on it, it felt that the ship in front of it seemed to be looking at it coldly, but it seemed to be an illusion, and the feeling of being watched disappeared in the next moment.

   "Your relic is placed in the lower cabin, where a special place is reserved for it."

   The ghost dragon Seifer wearing a sailor's triangle hat, suspending her arms on the side of the ship, on this dark battleship, she can appear as a ghost and can move freely.

   This is a privilege given to her by Black, after all she has been appointed as the first mate of this ghost ship.

   And the ship spirit of the Nagfar did not resist this appointment, probably because of the "good food" a few days ago, so the favorability increased a little.

   "I haven't seen you before."

   The old serpent-man prophet watched the arcing relic keystone, escorted by the Templars, into the darkened cabin, looking back at Sefir.

  Miss Ghost Dragon will appear in the form of her own cold spirit. The Old Serpent Prophet has lived in the Great Desert of Vol'dun all his life, and has never seen the High Elves.

   Its eyes quickly fell on the sharp ears on both sides of Sefir's hair, and he said in a different tone:

   "Are you also some kind of troll?"

   "Ha, you must never say this in front of real elves, neither night elves nor high elves. Be careful they beat you."

  Sefir curled his lips and said to Warwick:

   "I'm the chief mate of the Nagfar, Black's comrade. You go to rest in the cabin first, the captain goes out on some private business, and will be back in a while.

  You are snakes, you should be able to adapt to the cold environment, right? "

   "Well, we snake people do like to be active at night, that will make us feel comfortable. But this ship, it's different."

  Warwick shook his head, looking at the Nagfar with a kind of awe, and said:

   "Its coldness goes straight to the soul, and no living person should stay here for too long. I will take my people and go to the ship that belongs to us.

   They need me. "

   "Okay, whatever you want."

  Sefir waved his hand and said to the old prophet:

   "But you'd better learn to control the boat quickly. The next step is to cross the sea half a world. Although it is not the monsoon season, this journey is definitely not as comfortable as you think."

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   The night that is about to dawn is the darkest.

  Blake was alone in a small boat, holding the oars in hand, and rowing in the direction of Treasure Island, but he was not lonely, because there was a little fishman in the water around him "leading the way".

  It swims freely in the water and spit out water from time to time.

   And at the very front of the boat, there was a noisy guy screaming. Daglop, the demonic imp who belonged to Black, was once again summoned to the material world.

   It's in a very good mood.

   Probably because the former master who had breached the contract was taught a lesson last time, and the high-level eredar demon who did not know what to do with died once in Azeroth.

   "Salazane is weak now! Boss."

  The devil kid who couldn't sit still at that moment sat in front of Blake's boat with a very arrogant posture, its slender tail swung back and forth, and the eyes dotted with fel energy shone with vicious light.

  It waved its claws and used a ball of fel energy to hit the little murloc in the water, and was easily avoided by the latter.

   In the play again, he flattered Blake and said:

   "Its soul was sent back to the Twisting Void, and it dared not show up again, that terrifying undead half-giant who destroyed its soul integrity with the power of death.

  It is now like a dog, hiding in its lair in Niskara, daring to come out.

  Boss, I have a very evil idea!

   You will love it. "

  The treacherous devil imp rubbed his claws and said to Black:

   "As a powerful warlock like you, I shouldn't be the only one summoned, why don't you quickly summon a powerful demon guard and contract it.

   Then send it to meet me in Niscala.

  I'll take it to Shalazane's lair, and then, in the Twisting Nether, kill that guy! I heard that it hides a lot of treasures.

   When the time comes, we divide it! "

   "Huh? You want to share the baby with me?"

  Black looked strangely at the ambitious devil in front of him, he said:

   "How do you want to divide it?"

   Daglop took a peek at Blake, his tone became more and more flattering, and said:

   "Ah, my most evil and wicked master, I plan to take 40% of it myself."

"Um?"

  Black let out a suspicious nasal sound, and the kid immediately patted his mouth and said:

   "Ahem, I'm wrong, I mean, I'll take 30%. Well, 20%! I'm doing this at risk, my wicked master, you have to understand.

  Niscala is a dangerous place, there are many high-level demons, and I have to be careful. "

   "Two makes 20%, but I have to pick first."

   Black says:

   "Go back and plan first, and give me a plan. As for summoning the Demon Guard, I'll talk about it when I'm free. And the soul of Sharazane, you are not allowed to pocket it, you have to bring it back to me.

Understand? "

   "Ah, okay."

   Daglop was disappointed.

   But getting Black's promise made it very exciting.

  The advantage of having a good master is here. The little devils are not good at fighting, but with the help of warlocks and other contract demons, they can make a lot of noise.

  As Black touched the summoning technique, the demon imp uttered a sharp cry, and finally threw a fel fireball, hitting the little murloc who jumped out of the water.

   Then, with a full of malicious smirk, he returned to the Twisting Void in the shattering of the fel energy portal.

   A few minutes later, the boat docked.

  Black carried the little murloc on the island reef full of treasures, and he easily found the guy he was going to see.

   Cursed Captain Gaboa, who was laughing smugly, sitting in the huge treasure pile, and it put a weird blood-red crown on its bare head.

   also covered his skeleton body with luxurious ornaments.

   Ten fingers are covered with rings, just like the Lord of the Rings.

   As you can see, it is pleasant.

   A man hides in this wealth coveted for seven thousand years, and makes his mad soul content.

   "What you want, I have given you."

  Black looked at Gaboa and said:

   "What do I want?"

   "Take it!"

  The cursed pirate who was disturbed by the fun of backstroke in the sea of ​​gold coins was very angry. It grabbed a decayed wooden box from the gold box next to it and smashed it at Black.

   was taken over by pirates again.

   "My three ships will come over in a while to carry away some treasures."

  Blake crushed the wooden box in his hand, which contained a locked animal skin diary. He stroked the lock and said to Gaboa:

   "Don't do anything to me."

   "No! No!"

  Gaboa immediately jumped up madly when he heard this, and pulled out a jewel-encrusted pirate sword from his waist that was more like a luxury item than a weapon.

   brandished the thing and yelled at Black:

   "These treasures are mine! You are not allowed to take them! If you want to take them, you have to step over my body!"

   This noisy scream made Black dissatisfied, he raised his left hand and slammed it hard.

   Gaboa's skeleton body collapsed immediately, as the pirates said, Gaboa's curse of immortality is now maintained with him as a node.

   "The rebellion against Zemran was led by me. You were just a guide and a key."

  Black held the locked diary, kicked Gaboa's skull like a ball with one foot, and smashed it twice on the sea of ​​gold coins.

  The human pirate said viciously:

   "I'll give you some, because you still have some value, don't take an inch! Besides, what's the fun in enjoying other people's treasures?

  If you want to be the Pirate King of Zandalar, go out and grab it for me!

   Grab your own treasure, that's what really belongs to you.

   A worthless thing!

  I also expect you to make some noise in the South China Sea. If you disappoint me, I will pay you back! Did you hear that! "

   (end of this chapter)