Azeroth Shadow Trail

   Chapter 182 1. Night Visitors

   "I hate land, I hate this down-to-earth feeling."

  Black said the same thing for the twenty-seventh time, causing Diga Evil Eye, who was beside him, to sigh helplessly.

   The wise orc warlock knew that his captain had been at sea for too long, and even though he had been back on land for several days, he still seemed unable to adapt.

   Maybe the rumors in the human kingdom are true.

   The bloodline of House Proudmoore belongs to the sea.

   On land they will become weak and far from the sea will make them sick.

   There are violent winds and waves in their veins, and only sleeping on the waves of the sea can they feel satisfied.

   "Well, Captain, you should probably go back to the carriage and rest."

  Evil Eye chose his words carefully.

   stretched out his hand and pulled the reins of the not very obedient **** warhorse under his crotch. The mount summoned by the warlock from a demon plane was taller and more ferocious than ordinary warhorses.

   His eyes, nostrils, and hooves were burning with sulphurous fire, and he had a fierce temperament, always thinking of throwing the rider off the saddle and trampling him to death.

  This thing looks like a horse.

   But it is actually a kind of demon, and it is also an option that warlocks will contract as a means of transportation.

   "Huh? A carriage?"

   Black, who was also riding behind a **** warhorse, looked back at the black carriage that followed behind him.

  The Gilnean-style carriage, which they had bought from the goblins in Stranglethorn Vale, was led by four tame dwarf horses, and there were old lanterns hanging around the corners of the carriage.

   looks like a vehicle that a person with status would sit on.

   His No. 2 dog-leg, Razak, steered the thing, the masked troll clutched the long reins, and on the seat beside him sat a tall Raider orc.

   On the seat plate at the rear of the carriage, there were three equally well-armed orcs crammed together.

   The four of them formed Black's "Captain's Guard". They usually help the pirates to do groceries, bully the weak, and make a scene. They are not needed for real fights.

   In short, it is the atmosphere group.

   "There's a coffin in that carriage, **** it! Evil Eye, do you mean to lay me down with the dead man in the coffin?"

   Black said in a grumpy and unkind tone:

   "Maybe I should put you in a coffin to lie down."

   "Ah, that's not what I meant, Captain."

   Seeing that the flattery hit the horse's leg, the warlock immediately defended:

   "It's just that after we left Booty Bay, the more we went into the mainland, the more anxious you became, Captain. I just thought, maybe you should take a break, don't let yourself be so nervous."

   "Shut up!"

   The pirate snorted, and glared at his own idiot.

   I thought that it was a mistake to bring this guy out three days ago. Maybe we should leave the winless orc warlock in the fleet and let him follow the Alpaca to the Vashjir Sea.

   But on second thought.

Although    Maim is smarter, when it comes to observing words, he is not as good as Evil Eye. These orcs are **** scumbags who can't even say nice things, which is frustrating.

   However, what the evil eye said could not be wrong.

   Since he left Booty Bay three days ago and came all the way to Dusk Forest, Black's mood and state really can't be considered good.

  The main reason is that he got weaker.

   Away from the sea and his own fleet, he lost the dual talent blessing of Proudmoore bloodline and Shadow of the Black Sail, which reduced Black's combat power limit by two out of thin air.

   Not to mention, there are two nasty guys around him that only he can see chatting.

   "It's frustrating to feel weak, right?"

  Worney, the female troll with handsome mohawk hair, in a ghost gesture, with a very ambiguous gesture, lay on Blake's shoulders and said softly to him:

   "After setting foot in this forest, you haven't slept all day and night. Are you afraid that you will be attacked after falling asleep and can't fight back? Don't be afraid, you are a member of our Golden Teeth Gang, and Manzur and I will be by your side.

  If anyone is going to attack you, you have to pass our level first.

   Go get some sleep, Blake.

  You can't go on like this. "

  Blake did not speak with a sullen face.

   On the other side of him, sitting cross-legged in the air, following the **** warhorse at a constant speed, the gloomy male troll Manzur also said:

   "Before we left the bay, Ranka mysteriously told us that he could always smell the sea water on you. At that time, I thought he was saying that you were all dirty.

   Now, I know that our mad leader is saying that there is a power related to the sea in your blood.

   Staying away from the sea really makes you weak.

  The land is not the heaven you should be in.

   But it's the way it is, and you have to do it again, so it's no use being so restless, listen to Warney, go get some sleep, Blake.

   Look at your red eyes, like a rabbit, it will affect your thinking. "

   "You two are idiots, you don't know anything, don't guess what I mean. The reason I can't sleep is because there are 'things' hidden in this forest."

  Black grabbed the reins of the **** warhorse, and he looked left and right, his eyes looking for a shuttle in the dark and gloomy woods around him, any disturbance would make him vigilant.

   He said softly:

   "This forest was not like this a few years ago. At that time, it was a famous and rich place in the entire Stormwind Kingdom. At that time, it was called Sunshine Forest, with excellent scenery. Many nobles had their own holiday estates here.

   But after Medivh was assassinated, that changed.

  Look at the dark powers covered in this forest. The shadows around me are several times more active than the outside world. The magic power escaping from the mage Takarazan in the Deadwind Path fills every part of this forest.

   That is the remnant of majesty from the fallen titan.

  It makes this place dangerous, not to mention the many dragons that lived here for countless years before the dark forces poured into this forest.

  In the depths of the dark forest, there is also a real entrance to the Emerald Dream, a rare place where reality and dream meet.

  If these don't make you two understand our situation, then I'll tell you again."

  Black said to the two troll ghosts around him in a somber, ghostly tone of voice:

   "Since entering this forest, I have felt that someone is watching us. No, it is not accurate to say that, it is a force that is of the same origin as the shadow, but a force that goes deeper into the mystery of the shadow.

   It's hiding in this darkness, the situation here is worse than I thought

   Dark things have nested here. "

  The pirate lowered his head and looked at the shadow power that was getting thicker and denser around him, as if alive. In his perception, there seemed to be dark things around him like snakes, winding and infiltrating towards them little by little.

   "Light the torch!"

  Blake suddenly pulled up the reins, and the galloping **** warhorse stood up, making a low neigh in the dark, and two flames spit out from the nostrils of the warhorse.

   He shouted to the carriage behind him:

   "Light the lights, don't let them go out!"

   "Wow"

   The orc warlock who followed Black reacted very quickly, raised his left hand, and a mass of brimstone fire poured out from his hand, and turned into four spots of light scattered around the road.

   As the sulphurous smell of fel energy surged, the surrounding darkness was cleared away.

  The four captains and guards on the carriage also hurriedly lit the lanterns hanging at the four corners of the carriage. The beating flames shone around the carriage, illuminating the road ahead.

   This sudden episode made everyone nervous.

   The orcs were all looking at their captain. They didn't know what was going on, but at that moment, when Black was shouting and lighting the lamp, there was indeed an inaudible chill.

   "What the **** is that?"

  The troll ghost Warney quickly guarded Blake's side. She opened her hands and used the power of the undead to shape a troll-style two-handed serrated sword.

   looked left and right again and asked.

  Black didn't answer, he rode the restless **** warhorse, and took out the huge round shield from the magic bag and held it in his hand.

   Everyone will notice that there is a glimmer of light on the surface of the simple round shield in the hands of the captain.

   A touch of the runes that vrykul would use outside the shield outlined a pale golden shimmer.

  This shield will not work in Mortal Wars.

   Now that its magical power is activated, it means that what was hidden in the darkness just now, spying on and trying to attack the pirate group, is not the power of the earth.

  Black glanced at the surface of the shield, he frowned, pursed his lips, waved his fingers forward, and shouted:

   "Keep going! Don't stop."

   Pirates hang their shields on the saddles of **** horses.

After    led the lanterns and the incompetent men who were holding torches high around him for ten minutes, he felt that the darkness around him had become calm.

   In the shadows, there was no longer that weird and frightening fluctuation.

   "It's gone."

  The pirate looked left and right, and said in a relaxed tone:

   "Looks like it doesn't know what we know. This shield bluffs it. Very good, without that annoying shadow peeping, I can finally."

  Black covered his mouth and yawned heavily.

   He canceled the summon at will, sent his **** warhorse into the twisted void, moved his shoulders, walked towards the carriage behind him, and put the big round shield used by Odin on the top of the carriage.

   He opened the car door and jumped in.

   "Evil Eye, and Zarak, don't turn off the lights and torches along the way, and pass through the Dusk Forest as soon as possible. There should be a ruined human town ahead, and camp there tonight.

  Tomorrow we will be on Deadwind Pass. "

After   , the pirate slammed the carriage door shut.

   In this very large space, there is a coffin, Western style, made of fine walnut wood, one-half height, and it is quite spacious.

  The interior is also thoughtfully covered with red velvet.

   The demi-lich body of the old mage Merry Winterwind was lying in it, and above his head, there was the gleaming soul lamp.

   "Squeeze, come a little to the side, Master."

  The pirate dragged his tired body, turned over and climbed into the coffin, squeezed Merry Winterwind's body to the edge, then stretched out comfortably, resting his arms behind his head.

   He glanced at the glass on both sides of the carriage door, which was bumping and sneaking.

   The dim light from the four corners of the carriage driving in the dark, reflected in the glass, seems to be the only light source in this dark forest.

  The light was beating, like the blue dim light that was beating in the Nagfar's cabin, and the ups and downs of the carriage itself made Black seem to have returned to the sailing ship.

   In a comfortable sway, the pirate closed his eyes and quickly sensed the call of dreamland.

  Between he was half asleep, the light of the spirit lamp above his head jumped, and Merry Winterwind's question sounded from it, and the old mage asked softly:

   "When the dark power, which was malicious to us just now, approached, I heard some small sounds, very similar to the dark sounds I heard in the Nazmir jungle."

"I know."

   Black said in a weary voice that was about to fall asleep:

   "I guessed who it was, don't worry, Master. Just a poor **** about to lose himself. There's always a price to walk in the dark.

   She thought she had paid the price.

   But night, always craving more.”

   (end of this chapter)