Azeroth Shadow Trail

   Chapter 280 99. To give you a glimpse, what is a ghost ship

   "What the **** is that!"

  A group of armed farmers on the coast of Tol Barad.

The fisherman Hal, who was wary of facing the pirate attack, would be wearing a miner's helmet made by goblin, with a long spear in his hand, pointing at the sea in the distance, blocking the black ghost ship that blocked the back road of the Beihai flagship. Nat Pagle, a fascinated friend by his side, shouted:

   "How could that scary thing appear in Tol Barad?"

   "That's a ghost ship, I saw it in my dreams!"

   Fisherman Nat grabbed his beloved fishing rod like a sword. He stared at the ghost ship on the sea with bright eyes, and shouted in an excited voice:

   "It's called the Nagfar. It's the soul boat of hell. I've dreamed that it's full of wailing souls, sailing into the terrifying underworld. The Holy Light is above! It's almost exactly the same as the dream.

  Well, no, it seems to be a little more complete, not as tattered as I dreamed. "

   "Damn, don't talk about your weird dreams."

  Hal grabbed his friend's arm in fear, lowered his voice and said:

   "Have you ever dreamed of this battle? Will we die? Will we be injured?"

   "I didn't, but Hal, didn't I tell you?"

  Nate waved his hands calmly and said:

   "You'll live a long, safe life, move to a place called Theramore, and end up choking on a bowl of turtle soup. Instead of worrying about these pirates, you might as well quit turtle soup from now on.

   That stuff doesn't taste good either. "

   "You take care of me, I like that smell."

  Hal replied with a stinky face.

  While the two of them were talking, on the deck of the Beihai flagship whose back road was blocked on the sea, the tattooed female Marcy First Officer also screamed like Hal.

   "Where did that ghost ship come from! Asshole, fire! Fire!"

   This first mate is going crazy now.

   The comrades who were sent to the coast to find a way back were now entangled by werewolves and undead pirates' cavalry, as well as some legged snakes, rushing to help.

   Unless you get fire support, let alone take the town, it is a question whether Terry and the others can withdraw.

   But fire support.

   "Destroy that ghost ship first!"

   the chief mate roared.

   She realized that a terrible crisis was approaching, and when she saw the Nagfar on the sea behind her, a fear rose in her heart.

  The strange ship appeared on the sea without any aggressive movement, and it was clear from the binoculars that there were no artillery on the side of the ship at all.

   But the uneasiness in my heart has not diminished, but has been increasing rapidly.

   "First mate, it's foggy! We can't aim!"

The North Sea fur seals on the    flagship soon let out a trembling scream, and a cloud of gray, cold and sticky fog was centered on the Nagfar, and was constantly spreading to the sea.

The speed of    is extremely fast. In less than half a minute, the cold fog spreading on the sea has been completely shrouded by the ghost ship.

   It's still expanding.

   Crossed a few hundred meters of the sea, and in less than five minutes, the flagship of the North Sea Pirates was also wrapped to the edge of the fog. The artillerymen fired a few shots, and before the calibration was completed, they completely lost their vision.

   The cannonballs smashed into the fog in a mess, did not have any effect at all.

   "This is. What's wrong with this?"

   Just when the pirates on the entire ship were confused by the sudden fog, the battered female first mate, Marcy, suddenly heard a weak question.

   She looked back and saw that Lady Anne was being supported by two female pirates as she walked out of the captain's room with difficulty.

   "What's the matter with this fog?"

  Annie is an old pirate.

  Although she is a human, she grew up in the settler town of the Grizzly Hills in Northrend. She has heard and seen many strange scenes related to the vrykul.

   When she saw the gray, viscous, cold and abnormal mist in front of her, Annie's expression became very surprised, with a hint of panic in her shock.

   She looked at the first officer she trusted and asked sharply:

   "You attacked the followers of Hell?"

   "I don't, Captain."

Marcy immediately explained in detail what had just happened. After hearing the first mate say that they were trapped by a keel ghost ship that emerged from the water, Annie's already bad face turned even paler. .

   "The Nagfar is the Nagfar, the legendary battleship in the vrykul mythology, the soul boat that transports thousands of ghosts to hell, God, we collided with the **** of death

We're fucked. "

   "No, Lady Anne."

   Marche yells:

   "It's not a vrykul who controls that ship, it's an elf! I just saw it with my binoculars, and it's an elf standing on the deck with a pirate hat.

   She's here to help the pirates on Tol Barad.

  Perhaps, that ship is not one you have heard of."

"what!"

   Before the first mate could finish speaking, a shrill scream sounded right in front of the poop, on the fog-covered deck, and the captain and the first mate looked in that direction at the same time.

   Then, they saw a ghost.

   A horde of ghosts!

   The miserable form between the virtual and the real, suspended in the mist and looming, each hunched over, like a vicious witch in a fairy tale.

   Wearing tattered clothes, the ghost's body is full of wrinkles and disgusting scars, and there are still death scars on each neck and body.

  Some drag their intestines out, and some have their tongues stretched out.

   There are only half of their bodies left, crawling on the deck.

  They loomed in the grey mist, and with a piercing gloomy, sneaky dark smirk, suddenly appeared, dragging the frightened North Sea pirates into the mist.

   Immediately afterwards, there were oozing, terrifying struggles, screams and chewing sounds from the mist.

   and low footsteps.

  Like the dead in heavy armor, they strode onto the deck under the guard of those ghosts, their rusted armor covered in a gray mist.

   And under the full-coverage helmet, all you can see are a pair of gray-white ruthless eyes, like a drowning warrior in the water.

  The weapons in their hands are also rusted, and outside the armor, they wear tabards marked with undead pirates.

   There were scare pirates who attacked these knights, but they often ended up being cut off by a sword, or simply knocked out by a hammer and thrown into the sea.

"We're fucked."

  Captain Anne covered her head in desperation and said a word, while the tattooed female Marcy who refused to admit defeat also grabbed her pirate sword. Obviously, this wild female pirate was not willing to admit defeat.

   "Ignorance!"

   A low and shriveled voice sounded from the permeating cold mist.

   With the sound of the low, wet boots stepping on the deck echoing, the kreedon knight dragged the legs of a blood-covered pirate and walked slowly to the area where the fog had not yet closed.

   The pirate in his hand dragged a tragic trail of blood on the deck.

   But the hapless **** wasn't dead, and was still making a weak cry for mercy.

   "You boldly entered the waters of the noble ones, you boldly raised arms against the master of this island, and you should all be hanged from the mast for the sins you have committed!

   Let the crows peck at them until they turn into dry bones, in order to atone for their sins. "

   The battle mate on the Nagfar waved his hand, and the pirate who begged for mercy was thrown to the **** like a broken sack.

   Blood spurted out, causing the tattooed female Marshiso who was guarding the captain to draw out the pirate sword from her waist.

   In the face of this hostile action, the kreedon knight turned a blind eye.

  He stood there like a sculpture, holding an epee, as if he had finished what he had to say. After a few seconds of confrontation and silence, another voice sounded in the fog.

   "But Lord Black is merciful. He is willing to give you stinky pirates a chance to surrender, a chance to save your life, a chance to serve him."

The gray fog separated a wisp of blood, the North Sea pirate captain, still holding the sailor's knife with a curling blade in his hand, limped to the side of the kreedon knight with weak steps. .

  He looked up.

   His handsome and unruly face was covered in terrible blood.

   His eyes were blank, and he gave a stiff smile to the first mate and captain in front of him. This weird smile made First Officer Marchy and Captain Anne Hanmao stand upright.

  Terry in front of him seemed to have his soul taken away, leaving only a body, which was filled with other dark things, and he spoke with his own voice.

   But he was not the one who spoke.

   He is just a microphone.

   "Put down your weapons, pirates, you have nowhere to go. Obeying the will of the master of the undead fleet is the only way you can choose."

  Terry, who was mind-controlled, raised his hand and made an extremely feminine gesture of twirling his hair on the temples.

   He opened his mouth and said:

   "It is pointless to resist, even if your body dies, Mr. Captain has many ways to let your soul continue to serve the hard labor.

   And this lady captain, you have been seriously wounded, not only on your body, but also on your soul. If left untreated, you will take your last breath in miserable pain.

  I think this is not what you want to see.

   Drop your weapons.

   Your struggles are meaningless.

   The moment you decide to go to Tol Barad, you and we have already lost. "

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   "My baby ship is recovering well."

Black has already arrived on the deck of the Nagfar. With a gesture of relief, he gently patted the side of the ghost ship. In the information prompt of the character card, he can see that the Nagfar is now status:

   Name: Nagfar [Legendary Quality]

  Status: In good condition [65% completeness. Lack of high-quality ship materials]

   Faction: Undead Fleet [Fleet Commander: Black Shaw]

   Effects:

   1. Ghost Ship

  2. Soul Eater [560/1500]

  Three. Flyer

  4. Keel Casting【Unfinished】

  5. Styx Ferry [Inactive]

   "Of course, the whole replacement process is supervised by me."

  Beside Black, the pirate Dragon Seifer, who was suspended on the deck, held his chest proudly, as if the current complete situation of the Nagfar was due to her blessing.

  The pirate glanced at the smug chief mate, shook his head, and reached out to take the Nagfar's head portrait from her hand. The moment he got the "Captain's Certificate", Black immediately felt the gaze of the ship's spirit.

   That invisible will was hiding in a corner of the ghost ship, looking at him as if waiting for an order.

   is no longer the kind of avoidance and alienation before.

   It seems that the "maintenance" in Drustwa arranged by Black made her very satisfied.

   However, the current Nagfar, in general, is not much different from the previous appearance except that the perennial decay and dampness have been eliminated.

   In addition to the main mast on the deck, there is a smaller sub-mast at the rear, all of which are made of Kul Tiras, the best deep-sea satin woven black large sails.

  Tough, durable, and beautiful.

   The ropes, anchors and rudders on the ship were also replaced, but because the Nagfar was going deep underwater, none of these things were particularly new.

  The open keel mouth on the bow and the keel structure around the hull are still the same as they were.

The    deterrence hasn't diminished, but it hasn't gotten any prettier as Blake imagined.

   "Forget it, don't force it, it's just the first upgrade."

The pirate dropped the slight regret in his heart. He turned his head and nodded to the Archmage Neras Ellen who was standing on the other side. With a strange expression, he glanced at him sitting on the edge of the **** and looked at him indifferently. the spirit of the ghost.

   "When did she wake up?"

  Black asked the first mate Sefir, the Pirate Dragon turned his head awkwardly, and said in a low voice:

   "Well, I don't know, I was sleeping at that time. When I woke up, she was already awake from the cabin. Be careful, Captain, Lady Windrunner has a lot of opinions on you."

"yes?"

  The pirate shrugged indifferently, glanced at the mist in the distance, pouted at Sefir, and said:

   "Windrunner thing, talk later."

   "Prepare the cabin for the interrogation later. I would really like to know what kind of medicine is sold in the gourd when these North Sea pirates like bereaved dogs suddenly came to Tol Barad.

   There will be a few people on board after a while.

   Go pack a few cabins and come out, my chief mate. Be sure to make the new passengers on the ghost ship feel at home. "

   (end of this chapter)