Azeroth Shadow Trail

  Chapter 351 60. Black is vicious but cunning, rusher is cunning but vicious

   Lake Azsuna, a swamp on the north side of Nar'Thalas College, which was smashed by the river in ten thousand years, lived some creatures that adventurers hated itching their teeth.

   "Quack quack!"

   Familiar, tiresome, and somewhat frightening noises echoed in this swamp.

   In the dark night, Captain Grayson's ghost raider sailed silently from the inner lake and docked at the edge of this swamp. The pirate captain gestured to his ghostly subordinates to keep them silent.

   He picked up the telescope on his belt and looked into the depths of the swamp.

   There is a bonfire there.

  The bonfire is very big, and I don't know what it is burning. It can burn so vigorously that it illuminates the surrounding area of ​​the swamp. And surrounding the bonfire is a group of disgusting creatures.

  The flames are burning, projecting their terrifying and twisted shadows, shining in the dark night, looking so terrifying and terrifying.

   This is a group of dirty and evil, despicable and ruthless creatures.

  They are the cancer of the whole of Azeroth, the demons that kill life, the butchers who tempt the ignorant, the beasts that frighten children, and must be eradicated.

All right.

   This is just a group of murlocs.

   But it is indeed a large group of murlocs!

  According to Captain Grayson's observation, there is an oversized murloc village in this swamp, and they rarely breed here to the scale of thousands of murlocs.

   Probably because there are no natural enemies of the murlocs on this piece of land, and it has been an inaccessible place for 10,000 years, so these murlocs are reluctant to think about Sichuan here, but they can focus on multiplying.

   They didn't even demarcate small villages.

   So many murlocs huddled together and turned this swamp into their world.

  In the past, Grayson, who thought he was a very stylish old pirate, would not take the initiative to trouble the murlocs, mainly because these guys were difficult and unprofitable.

   Can you expect to unearth the treasures that make people rich overnight from the murloc villages?

Totally impossible.

   In fact, the fish people in the entire Azeroth are almost the same in the eyes of adventurers. They are tasteless and tasteless, and it is a pity to abandon them.

   But now, the ghost captain has to find a way to get rid of this group of murlocs occupying the swamp.

   because they are now subordinate to the Naga.

  The Naga from the deep sea are near the Academy of Nar'Thalas, and they compete with the ghost soldiers of Faronaar for control of this waters.

  The vicious soft-skinned snakes not only summoned sea giants to fight, but also recruited the local tribe of murlocs.

  The murlocs are wise, but most of them are stupid.

  They will obey all powerful creatures, and Naga is of course the "strong" in the eyes of the murlocs.

  So recently, the murlocs have been helping the Naga fight, relying on a large number, being able to go ashore, fast, constantly bypassing the war zone, and sneaking up on the camp behind the Ancestral Turtles.

   After being stolen turtle eggs for several days in a row, the scroll sage Nora couldn't bear it anymore. She put a bounty on Captain Greyson to find a way to get rid of the murlocs.

   Ghost Captain Grayson, who has always had an opinion about the Ancestral Turtle, wanted to say no to the arrogant Turtle Man.

   but helpless.

  Nora gave too much.

  Ancestor Turtle promises to teach him a way to make the ghost ship quickly gather consciousness, so as to help his Jotunheim force grow rapidly and become a real ghost ship as soon as possible.

  The old pirate Grayson, who wanted to raise a "ship girl", fell just like that. Abandoned the bottom line and ethics of pirates, and made a shameless voice.

   "That's not easy."

  Greyson, who came to the swamp after taking the quest, was somewhat discouraged after observing the entire swamp.

   There are too many murlocs.

   And he clearly saw just now that murloc shamans have been born in this group of murlocs, and those who can use spells call out lightning bolts in the murloc villages.

  Although most of the murloc shamans can only use the most common shamanic spells, they are spellcasters who can harm ghost pirates.

   This is different from the group of murloc warriors and murloc hunters who can only charge heavily.

  The danger is greatly increased.

   Just rushing up like this may be able to disperse the murlocs, but Grayson will also damage many ghost sailors, and even with the help of a dozen cannons on board, it will not be easy.

   Small-caliber naval guns are difficult to exert their maximum effect in the swamp.

   But soon, the cunning ghost captain came up with a very bad idea.

   He turned his head to look at the "fishing" Pemberba who was sitting on the stern of the ghost ship, clutching a broken log and shaking his head with a rope tied.

   The little murloc immediately felt the gaze being watched.

   "Huh?"

  It turned its head and saw Grayson walking towards it, rubbing his chin.

   "Do me a favor, little idiot.

  Don't worry, I won't let you do it in vain. If there is a chance in the future, I will help you grab a ship. Your murloc pirates need a ship too, right? "

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   Exactly.

  Greyson's idea of ​​that bad thing is "use murlocs against murlocs".

First let the murlocs of the murlocs run the gulla qualla pirates, and when they use the murloc "challenge ceremony" to entangle the murloc leader of the Azuna swamp, the ghost captain will bring his own The pirates rushed.

   As long as the leader is killed, the rest of the murlocs will disperse.

   And as soon as they escape, the battle is won.

   For such a large murloc village, it will definitely take a long time to re-select the leader, which is long enough for the ancestral tortoises to finish their work in Azsuna and leave.

  Bumblebee can also use tonight's action to expand its qualla quack pirate group again.

   This is called a win-win!

   To this, the little fish man just wanted to say: "Aaaaaaughibbrgubugbugrguburgle! (The more the better

   "Ggmmml!"

  The swamp, filled with the frantic cries of the murlocs, soon became more noisy, and the daily "dinner" of the local murlocs around a campfire was interrupted by the arrival of a group of uninvited guests.

  The old blind man with a battle axe and a blindfold, holding the battle flag of the Quala Quala Pirates with both hands, walked majestically in this swamp where the murlocs felt comfortable.

  Behind it, the Murloc Cookie with the chef hat held his soup stirrer and greeted the fish people of the pirate group and shouted loudly.

  Compared to the noise of the local murlocs, the roars of this foreign murloc were uniform. Although the number of murlocs was small, each murloc held very sophisticated weapons.

   Followed the undead pirates all the way through the endless sea, and looted around the periphery of Suramar, making these Long Beach fish people full of sturdy aura.

   They glared at the dead fish, threatening the local murlocs.

   This malicious act made the large village of murlocs with thousands of people in front of them seem to be in a frying pan, with rude shouts everywhere, but the murloc hunters who were vigilant on the outside did not dare to stop this group of foreign fish.

   Because they saw something terrible.

   A huge deep-sea king crab, the weird blue between the virtual and the real is all over the body, like a miniature tank, the whole body is covered with sturdy carapace.

   On the rampage, every step will make the swamp juice splash.

There are still bloodstains left on its big claw. It was the head of a few murlocs who dared to block the way just now. It easily pinched off their heads with big pliers. There is a simple saddle made of seaweed.

With a cape and a blindfold, the rusher would sit on the saddle with an arrogant face, holding his crossbow in his hand, and screaming twice from time to time to make his subordinates perform better. Be tougher.

   They walked all the way to the center of the murloc village and stopped by the burning bonfire under the glare of the local murlocs.

  The murloc cubs in the village were so frightened that they hid behind their mothers, but curiously probed their brains and watched the big moves these foreign murlocs made.

   And the leader of the local murlocs, a rare white murloc with red lines on his body, leaning on a bone that exudes magic, is standing on a stone beside the bonfire, staring at the foreign murlocs with bad eyes.

  It's called Mogul, and it's nicknamed "The Tideweaver".

   Being able to have such a nickname means that Mogul is not an ordinary murloc, it is likely to be a murloc shaman, or a rare murloc spellcaster.

   Those are elite murlocs that can only be born in areas with abundant magic power.

  To be honest, with the empty brains of murlocs, unless they eat something weird like the old blind, it is difficult to comprehend the obscure magical power.

   There are very few types of magic they can master, and they are more like casting spells by instinct, but these magical murlocs are not to be underestimated. Once they master some weird knowledge, it is easy to do amazing things.

   Just like Mogul, who built this large village with thousands of people with his clever mind, this is a very, very rare thing in the civilization of murlocs.

   "Gurgurggleblerg'urk?"

  Mogul waved the magic bone stick in his hand, and asked Pemberba very rudely.

   “Gra-blergle! BLEEERRGGHammer!”

   The little murloc arrogantly stood up from his "throne", waved his crossbow, and replied rudely.

   The conversation ended, and the hope of peace was dashed.

   A look of gloom flashed in the big eyes of the white murloc Mogul, and with a wave of his hand, the local murlocs behind him quickly formed a team of thirty people.

   is exactly the same number as the thirty people on the side of the rush.

The old blind eye tied the battle flag of the pirate regiment of Qualaquala with a rope behind him, grabbed the battle axe, and glanced at the little murloc. charge.

Not to be outdone, Tideweaver Mogul poked his magic bone stick on the stone and howled loudly. The thirty Azuna murloc warriors behind it also shouted and rushed towards the opposite. Long Beach Murloc.

   "Mglrmglmglmgl! Mglrmglmglmgl!"

   As the big bonfire swayed, the two murlocs fought frantically together, the shouts made the flames move back and forth, and the local murlocs cheered.

   They formed a large circle around the swamp, trapping the sixty murlocs fighting in it.

   This scene is like a replica of the murlocs of the Long Beach conquered by the rusher.

   It's just that the "Murloc War" this time took place far, far away from Long Beach. It was a long distance that an ordinary murloc could never cross in a lifetime.

  The subordinates are to the subordinates, and there is naturally a leader to the leader.

  Bumbolba swiftly shot an arrow towards Mogul. The tideweaver laughed and raised his bone staff. Water flow gathered around it, creating a water-like shield to block the arrow.

   "Quack quack!"

  Bumblebee called out his pet's name.

   The Ghost King Ghostfoot Crab also waved two big claws of different sizes, and rammed towards the tideweavers.

  Two against one, win!

   There was a hint of cunning in the cute big eyes of the little fishman, but the next moment, it saw the hideous smile on the fish face of Mogul, the tideweaver who was almost as smart as it.

   "Whoosh"

  The white spellcaster murloc took out a rough bone whistle from his hand and blew it hard in his mouth, as if he was summoning something terrible.

   A few seconds later, in the violent shaking of the swamp.

In the big stone cave at the very edge of the murloc village, a terrifying creature with a height of more than five meters, with legs as thick as an elephant, and three big snake-like heads on its back, trampled towards the battlefield. .

   Damn!

   The little fishman's eyes widened for a moment.

   It saw the monster, it didn't know the monster, it was a weird thing that didn't exist in all the places it had been before.

   That's a magic hydra!

  Look at the way it shakes the ground when it runs, this hydra weighs at least three tons! On its three giant python-like heads, it has a big mouth full of sharp teeth.

   The little fishman looked horrified.

  This thing will definitely eat your own pirate group one by one

fine.

   Fortunately, I didn’t come here alone.

   "Whoosh"

  The little murloc reacted extremely quickly, put the specially made crossbow arrow on the hand crossbow, raised his hand and pulled the trigger to the sky, and a dazzling flare shot towards the sky, bursting blue light in the air.

   At the same time, the ghost pirates who had been prepared for a long time raised the naval guns, lit the match, and then opened fire with the sneer of Captain Grayson, who was carrying the wine bottle!

   The violent and continuous roar scared the murlocs who had never seen artillery before running away, while Pemberba put his hands on his hips and let out the noisy murloc laughter in the sky.

  Hey, silly, silly local fish.

  I, Pemberpa, the leader of the quack pirate regiment, the conqueror of Long Beach and the Azsuna murloc tribe, can shake people!

   (end of this chapter)