Azeroth Shadow Trail

   Chapter 173 81. What is this? Oiled (top)

   "Get up! Get up! Slackers!"

   Rough scolding sounded in the dim cabin, mixed with whiplashes and screams. This noisy movement quickly awakened Joan Credone.

   The Waycrest family knight opened his eyes and saw a dark cabin, and then felt a sharp pain on his forehead.

  The pain made him rub his forehead and curl up, letting out a low whimper.

It was as if he had been hit on the head with a wooden stick, accompanied by the symptoms of a concussion, making it difficult for the knight to concentrate. His body was trembling, and when he was about to fall, he was supported by the people around him. .

   "Are you all right? Knight Creedon? You really freaked us out last night when you were brought in. You were covered in blood. We thought the orcs tortured you."

   The familiar voice made the knight's heart move, he struggled to get up and looked behind him.

  In the dim cabin, he saw a terrified old Herb, and several other young sailors, all of whom were on merchant ships.

   "Where's Miss? Did she escape?"

  The knight responded quickly, and immediately asked about the situation of the person he was in charge of defending. He touched his forehead, which was bandaged and exuded an unpleasant herbal smell.

   But the wound is no longer bleeding.

"no one knows."

  The old businessman Herb shook his body. He lay on the edge of the cage-like cabin and looked out. It can be seen that some orcs are bringing trolls, and the prisoners who have been caught on this big ship are roughly pulled out of the cell.

   Occasionally whipped a leather whip and severely beat the disobedient sailors.

  The old merchant was frightened by that scene. He shrank his head and said to the knight behind him:

   "I asked other people quietly, some people said that the young lady was captured by pirates, and some people said that the young lady was seen slipping away in a small boat. There is no definite news, but it is certain that the pirates won the victory.

   They took us all, but instead of killing us, they took us to a large, odd ship that seemed to take us captive. "

  The old merchant turned back and said to Creedon:

   "I have an old fur seal under my command who once dealt with Zandalar troll merchants. He said that the trolls who robbed us last night were all from Zandalar, and there is a tradition of slavery there.

  I reckon we'll probably be bought over there to be slaves to the trolls. "

   "But what about those orcs?"

   Knight Creedon also saw what was happening outside the cabin. He leaned against the cage and looked outside. He could see many orcs going back and forth in the cabin.

  As a knight of the Waycrest family, he escorted Miss Meredith to the Eastern Continent, and when he had a secret meeting with Master Arthur, he also met orcs on the Gilneas Peninsula.

   also killed a few with his own hands.

   He will not mistake the orcs.

   "Aren't these greenskins supposed to be in the Eastern Continent? Their warchief failed under Lordaeron, and Marshal Lothar and the elite of the Alliance are now chasing them.

   How come there are still greenskins running to be pirates? "

  The knight's question is destined to go unanswered.

   But that's okay, the answer will be revealed soon, and a few minutes later, several tall orcs with whip weapons and a group of troll exiles arrive at his cell.

   "You slackers! Come out!"

   The orc cursed in a nasty tone, waving the whip in his hand a few times.

  The door of the cage was opened, and the vicious troll rushed in, kicking and kicking the people out of the cage.

   There were also trolls armed with spears, forming a circle around them, the spear tips dotted with sapphire fragments pointed at them, and there were fine arcs jumping on the spear heads.

   "Don't be impulsive, Creedon! There are many of them."

  The old businessman Herb whispered to comfort the knights beside him, for fear that Creedon could not hold back his anger and would fight recklessly with these arrogant stinky pirates. They don't have weapons in their hands now, and they are afraid that they will be easily stabbed to death if they fight.

   "You! Look up!"

   But the orc in front of him seemed to be looking for trouble.

   He lashed at the knight's feet with a whip and scolded Creedon for raising his head. The knight's fists would be clenched tightly, and the old merchant and a sailor would hold him down to prevent him from doing stupid things.

  Creedon raised his head in anger, he raised his head and stared at the orc in front of him with red eyes.

  The orc obviously didn't like this provocative look. He sneered and pulled the whip down, leaving a whip mark on the knight's face. Creedon was not afraid of the pain.

   He struggled several times like a beast, and cried out:

   "Greenskin! Give me a knife, let's fight one-on-one! I'm going to screw your head off and kick it as a ball!"

   "Hold him!"

   The orcs were provoked by this provocation, and with a slam, they pulled out the knife from their waists, and with a roar, several exiled trolls pressed Kleidon's shoulders left and right, and pressed him to the ground.

   The orc sneered and licked the blade with his tongue, and was about to swipe at the knight's cheek.

   But before he could do anything bad, he was hit by a foot behind his back, and the whole person swirled and flew out.

   "Several captains are waiting up there! You **** are still playing! Don't want your head anymore? Go, drag that pig out and let him join the fight later."

  The masked Zarak, the former noble Akunda with a luxurious staff in his hand, scolded, and the troll beside him rushed up and dragged the irritable orc to the deck.

  Zarak glanced at the angry human knight in front of him again. The northern troll sneered, waved his hand, and said in a strange human language:

   "You want to show your bravery? Human, do you think you are brave? Oh, there will be a chance to show you. Bring it up! The arena is about to start, and the wicked adults are waiting.

  Hurry up, you pigs.

   Dare to spoil his interest, you will all be whipped! "

   Under the scolding of Black's No. 2 dogleg, the troll exiles, who had officially changed their jobs to pirates, swiftly pushed the prisoners from last night to the upper deck.

   Creedon, who had whip marks on his face, was also among them. As he walked up, he was observing the environment in the dark cabin, and he saw many cages.

   But there are not beasts, but some weird creatures that are grazing with their heads lowered, their bodies covered with down, like sheep, and deer.

   They look harmless to humans and animals, and they make a light call.

  There are some short creatures with big tails, like foxes that walk on one and two legs, and they are pushing carts and feeding the alpacas.

   In the beast pen on the other side, closed some gray-skinned, yelping evil coyotes.

   But there are also fox people watching over them.

   These are tamed beasts.

   In the warehouse between the lower deck and the upper deck, there are many caravans with their wheels removed, which are fixed between the cabins as temporary dormitories for foxmen.

  The second deck of this weird big ship is divided into several areas.

   Although the beasts are domesticated, they are cleaned very well.

  As he walked up the stairs to the upper deck, the early morning sunlight suddenly shone through, causing the captives who had spent the night in the dark cage to close their eyes subconsciously.

   Then they heard the noise from the deck, beating gongs and drums as if they were having a celebration.

   "The tide is up, this boat is really big!"

Hearing the exclamation of the old businessman Herb beside him, Creedon glanced back at the deck in front of him. Indeed, the upper deck of this strange ship was huge, two times larger than the largest flagship of the Kul Tiras Navy. lock up.

   The most amazing thing is that such a large deck is straight and square, but there is no mast on it, just like a flat road.

   On both sides of the huge hull, there are small auxiliary hulls with four side-by-side masts, which are used for temporary wind power. At the rear of the deck, there is a **** that rises even higher.

  Like an observation platform, it is also divided into two layers. There are also some pirate orcs and trolls holding war bows and walking back and forth on guard.

   This is clearly not a human battleship.

  Creedon thought to himself that he had never seen a similar ship in the fleets of Kul Tiras or other kingdoms.

   "Go! Go over there, stand there!"

   The trolls who were escorting them behind him pushed the knight hard and made him take a few steps forward. These people were forced by the spears to move forward, and soon they saw the person standing in front of them.

   All the sailors and caravan members who were captured by the pirates on the four merchant ships during the battle last night, are now brought to this huge deck.

   Live with fear and anger on their faces, but have no idea what these pirates are going to do with them.

  Behind these captives, some trolls were carrying things, forming a large circle of more than 20 meters on the deck, and some foxes and the ancestor turtles accompanying the ship were preparing large barrels of wine beside them.

   and food from the four merchant ships were placed in some large pots, as if there were really going to be a celebration.

   In the distance, some orcs and troll pirates, have begun to warm up.

  They didn't even have weapons, so they beat each other with fists, surrounded by a group of guys watching the fun, waving their hands to cheer them on.

   "What are they doing?"

  The captured human sailor asked a question in a fearful tone, but Creedon did not answer, the knight looked left and right. Finally, he turned his attention to the **** behind the large deck.

   He stared at the high place, and could vaguely see some people standing there, as if looking towards this side.

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   "I've heard that human pirates celebrate after a successful raid, but do they often organize such large-scale entertainment?"

   On the towering stern of the Alpaca, the ancient turtle collector Ko Qiao was holding a glass of wine with his claws. He looked at the hustle and bustle on the deck curiously, and asked Blake, who was sitting outside the cabin, smoking a pipe:

   "What are you going to do with those human captives? They are all Kul Tirans. If you hurt them, the mighty fleet of that ocean nation will always chase you."

   "Then what do you want me to do? My friend."

  Black waved his hand and said:

   "Let them all go? What a joke, I just need these skilled sailors. As for today's joyous celebration, just welcome new members to join us.

   I'm also picking some crew for my ghost ship.

Um.

   It's almost time.

   Eudora, let the celebration begin. "

   "Yes, Captain."

   The small quartermaster jumped out swiftly, followed the cable like a nimble monkey, and jumped onto the deck, she shouted a few words to the crowd.

   There were whistles and cheers on the deck immediately.

  The human side is not sure why, but everyone is vigilant, no matter what the pirates are going to do, this meeting will start.

   "Brothers and sisters of undead pirates!"

A high-pitched voice sounded from the back of the crowd, and the humans turned their heads to see the noble Akunda wearing a robe and a mask outside the makeshift "Little Colosseum", shouting at the top of his voice. arrive:

   "Look here! Look here! We had a great raid last night, and the honorable captain was so pleased with our performance that he decided to give us a celebration!

   We have enough wine! There is enough meat! And enough entertainment!

   But as an opening game.

  We're going to pick out ten lucky guys, nah nah, who's so lucky? "

As Zaraq's voice fell, the human captives were swept away by the pirates who rushed up, and soon ten unlucky **** who could not dodge were dragged out and thrown into the pirates and wooden stakes. The Colosseum".

   "Today, the captives captured by us will fight for their fate! Only the strongest and most powerful will leave our ship alive!

   Cheers to them, brothers and sisters.

   They are mighty warriors from Kul Tiras, and they fear nothing! "

  Zarak was originally the priest of Akunda Temple, and he was still very good at playing. In the sarcasm of his elongated voice, all the pirates around laughed and gathered.

   "Now, their 'opponent' is invited to play!"

   (end of this chapter)