Azeroth Shadow Trail

   Chapter 273 92. New skin, Drustwa limited edition

   "Get these ugly creatures out of my boat! Hell! Binder died at their hands, these murlocs eat people! Bastards!"

   At midnight, under the Great Western Wilderness Lighthouse, the Power of Jotunheim was ready for a late-night voyage.

   But the new captain, Grayson, found something terrible on his precious ship - a group of filthy murlocs, who didn't know how to climb on their own ship, and were preparing to nest under the deck.

   This made Captain Ghost very dissatisfied.

   He waved the sailor knife in his hand, which was between the virtual and the real, and shouted a trumpet to try to drive the group of murlocs down, but these daring guys were not afraid of this ghost at all.

   They were screaming and screaming under the leadership of the old blind eye.

   intends to drive this nasty ghost off the ship.

  Beside the purple murloc Lao Blind who was dragging a black iron battle axe, there was a murloc who looked very smart and was waving a tattered flag in his hand.

  The flagpole is a long branch, with all the leaves removed, and it is bent.

   And the flag itself was a shirt I didn't know where to find it. After being torn open, the liquid mixed with blood and wine was ground with coral, and a pattern of murloc heads and skeletons was smeared on it.

   is like a child's doodle.

  The clever murloc waved the flag in his hand, and more than 20 other powerful murlocs carefully selected from the Long Beach tribe croaked and surrounded Captain Grayson.

   They were all holding decent weapons in their hands. Although it might not hurt the ghost, this scene still shocked the old ghost pirate.

   But he sacrificed himself to protect the boat he just got.

   is about to rush to fight with the ghost sailor knife, anyway, he has no real body, these idiots can't hit him at all.

"boom"

   A gunshot came from the heights of the lighthouse.

  Beside the open window of the lighthouse, Blake, rubbing his eyes, shouted down:

   "What's the noise? Let no one sleep? What happened?"

   "It's the murlocs! Lord Admiral, these filthy beasts don't know how to get on our ship, and I'm doing my captain's job! I'm protecting my deck and driving them out."

  Captain Grayson shouted towards the lighthouse, and the confused Blake rubbed his eyes, and sure enough he saw a bunch of murlocs screaming on the deck.

   He also saw the big guy with purple skin.

   "Uh, isn't this old blind?"

  Blake said in surprise:

   "Why does it use an axe instead of a harpoon?"

  “呱呱呱”

   Just when His Excellency the Pirate Fleet Commander was suspicious, a familiar voice sounded from not far away, and Bumbolba was riding behind the old bone and flying towards Black.

   It waved its hands to Blake, and explained howling, smugly on that cute face, and finally whistled downwards in the air.

   The murlocs who were confronting the ghost captain immediately raised their heads, made a strange military salute, and shouted the name of the rusher.

   "Huh? You also have your own pirate group?"

  Blake nodded in relief, waved his hand, and said:

   "That's right, Murloc Pirates, um, sounds good, there are too many legendary Murlocs in this world. The old blind eye is just the more famous one.

   Keep trying, you little idiot.

  You finally showed your third ability besides treasure hunting and amusing me.

  Go, go, take your men to the cabin.

   Ignore that stupid ghost, he's just been dead for so long that his brain doesn't work. "

   The little fishman croaked and flew towards the ghost ship below with the old bone bite, but soon, Blake reacted, he narrowed his eyes, and threw a reconnaissance towards the pirate ship below.

   As a result, he was blinded by the blue-green-green light on the deck.

   Good guy.

   This little murloc is okay with his subordinates.

   Any murloc has excellent quality weapons, the old blind battle axe, and the one-handed hammer in the hand of the clever murloc are all elf quality.

   It seems that this little thing hides a lot of secrets when he searches for treasures for Blake on weekdays.

  Blackburn wants to get angry. This kind of hoarding of booty is a taboo for pirate gangs, and it is easy to lead to infighting with uneven distribution of spoils. But then he thought about it, and he was his own treasure hunter.

  It is its own pet, and even if it is hidden, those things are nominally their own.

   is nothing more than turning the left hand to the right.

Um.

   First pretend not to know, let it keep hiding things, and then think of a way to steal all of the little treasure troves of the rusher.

   Plan pass!

   "This is the ghost ship in Sea Stories."

A few minutes later, Black packed up, took his hunter, the beast, Frostpaw, and walked three steps onto the deck. Captain Grayson had already pretended to stand on the bow, holding the sailor knife in his forehand, and moved towards the deck with satisfaction. Calm ocean view.

   And Natalie, the ship doctor, was still dressed as before, wearing a long hood and holding the "Secret of the Void" in her hand.

   Like a tourist, she scrutinized the details of this ghost ship, and she could also feel the gloom and cold that lingered on the ship.

   This is an ominous creation, entwined with a chilling temperament.

   "This is just an entry-level ghost ship, my lady ship doctor."

  Blake slapped the side of the ship, looked at the old blind man on the deck, and with the help of other murlocs, pulled up the anchor bit by bit with the help of other murlocs.

   He took another look at Grayson, who was standing on the bow of the ship, showing his pirate temperament back then, pretending that he was giving orders, shook his head, patted the side of the ship lightly, and said:

   "Sail!"

The moment the    order was issued, the entire ship shook immediately.

  Unmanned operation, the main sail in the center of the deck crashed down and filled up against the sea breeze, and in the constant vibration and shaking, it sailed out of the small pier little by little.

   Ms. Natalie was stunned when she saw this scene. Blake glanced at her and saw the surprised look of the archbishop. His heart was dark, and he waved his hand with a calm expression and said:

   "What? Haven't you been on a ghost ship before?"

   "They are all things that are shaped by death and can understand and carry out orders. This ship belongs to the kind of 'dumb' that doesn't even have the ability to dive into the water.

   You can only do these simple operations. When you get to the sea, you have to lead the captain.

   The ship you will be staying on in the future is much smarter.

   If you speak ill of it, you will be eaten by it.

   Well, speaking of it, I haven't seen the Nagfar for more than a month. I wonder how my precious ship is doing now? "

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  How about the Nagfar?

  The answer is that the legendary ghost ship is in excellent condition now.

   The Naglfar was docked in a small hidden dock in Kul Tiras, southwest of the Drustvar Mountains, when the Undead Commander set off from Westfall for Tol Barad.

   It is called "dock", which is actually inappropriate, it should be called "dive".

The ghost ship is like a behemoth in the deep sea, hovering silently in the deep water 20 meters above the sea. Its chief mate, the pirate Miss Long Seifer will be in the captain's room, occupying Black's gorgeous big bed. , slept soundly.

   She is in ghost form.

   But it can't change the dragon's problem.

   When you are bored, it is easy to fall into a long sleep.

  Fortunately, the Nagfar has its own wisdom and consciousness, and does not need this waste chief mate to command.

   Above this ghostly sea, by the pier, there is a local village called Falcon Forest Town, a mountain village on the edge of Drusva Mountains.

   was not very famous before, but in the last month, it suddenly became famous.

   There are lumberjacks from all over the Drusva Mountains. They were summoned here by the "Albatross" Chamber of Commerce. Every day, under the leadership of the foreman, they went to the crimson forest to the north of the town to cut wood.

   They will drag the collected wood back to the town, process it into thick wooden boards, and store it in the warehouse.

  When the night comes, there will be some knights dressed in weird clothes, take out the prepared wooden boards from the warehouse, tie them with stones, and push them into the water outside the town.

  The spirit of the Nagfar will incorporate the wooden boards attached to the dark power into its hull, replacing the original decaying deck and hull.

   This process does not require human intervention, just like this ghost ship is "changing clothes" for itself.

   This kind of action, which has been going on for a month, is coming to an end.

   "It is like a beast that is constantly devouring, it has passed the period of weakness, and after cutting off the carrion, it will soon be strong again.

  It's a pity that these woods from the crimson forest were only contaminated with an insufficient amount of dark magic, and they were barely able to use it.

   But it is still craving better wood. "

On the deck of the    Nagfar, the water film that blocked the sea water supported a dry area underwater.

  Shadow of Elan, wearing the robe of an arcanist and holding a scroll of magic tome, is checking the overall state of the ghost ship.

   In the observation of the pale and illusory shadow of the Archmage, he can clearly see that the replaced wood is merging into the whole of the ghost ship at a fast speed.

  The legendary power from the Nagfar is carrying out a "reborn" that advances every moment.

   This is a strange sight that the Archmage has never seen before or after his death. He is very interested in it, and has been observing this phenomenon of "assimilation" inside and outside the ship for many days.

   Behind him, in the shadow cast by the **** under the water, a man who could not see his figure clearly, was leaning there, and responded in an unnerving tone:

   "I don't care about the condition of this ship or its desires, I'm only interested in its owner right now. The evil pirate who binds me to this ghost ship!

   I have a lot to say to him. "

   This is a woman's voice, with a trace of calmness and irrefutable resistance in her words.

   She seemed to hate the ship.

This is normal.

Compared to His Excellency Nilas Elan, who came here voluntarily, this lady was forced to "board" in a coma of her soul. She didn't even have a chance to choose, so she became the "Nagfar". passenger".

   Her existence has become part of the ship's "self-defense force".

   "I advise you not to be so impulsive or malicious, General Liresa."

  Elam stroked the wood that was being assimilated in front of him, and said without looking back:

   "Mr. Black, is not a person who will reason with you. If you recklessly question him and demand him, I don't think you will end well.

   Besides, I heard your story from First Mate Seifel.

   In my understanding, it was Captain Black who rescued you from the cataclysmic apocalypse consumed by Gul'dan enslavement. In the traditions and manners of your high elves.

   You should see him as a benefactor, not an enemy. "

   "I'm not a mage, and I'm not as wise as you to persuade myself to accept the fate of being permanently bound on a ghost ship after death.

  I do thank Lord Black for saving me from Gul'dan. "

  The lady in the dark said with a silent tone:

   "But rather than this kind of 'eternal life', I hope he can send me into the cycle of life and death. The Ranger of the Windrunner family is not afraid of death.

  After dying in the war for the country, I have fulfilled my oath and mission, and what I should embark on is a peaceful road.

   instead of now. "

  Elam did not answer.

After a few minutes, he stood up, took out a quill, wrote his observation diary on the tome in his hand, and said in a calm tone to the complaining Lady Lyresa Windrunner behind him. :

   "I have a child for whom I sacrificed my life, and I am willing to give more for him.

   I heard that you also have three daughters and a son who must be in the pain of losing you right now. Maybe it would appear that I was quibbling.

but.

  Think for your kids, ma'am.

  In the time you are trapped on this ship, you have at least one day a year to see them again, talk to them, and listen to their troubles and happiness.

  I can see my children grow up with my own eyes, and I can watch them step into my own life and destiny.

   Finally, we can see them finding their own happiness.

   Can see the bloodline of the Windrunner family continue, instead of leaving them and embarking on the road to the dead world alone, you can do more for them.

   This is a kind of luck as a parent.

   I am grateful for this fate.

  Perhaps, you should also learn to appreciate it. "

   (end of this chapter)