Azeroth Shadow Trail

   Chapter 470 23. The crud warlock who grabs pet treasures is the worst

  Two days later, on the route from Northrend to the eastern continent, three ships were traveling at a speed far exceeding that of ordinary ships.

  They are arranged in a sailing posture, lined up, riding the wind and waves, but if they are seen by ordinary people, they will definitely be scared into a cold sweat, because these three ships are ghost ships.

   Well, of course, there is a greater chance that ordinary people may not be intimidated.

   because they couldn't see the three ships at all.

  The ocean mist of the Nagfar is like a cloud of flowing mist, wrapping the three ships in it, and the sea breeze cannot blow away the mist.

  On the Sister of Mercy in the center, the old pirate Elles, wearing an old pirate captain's suit and a pirate hat, will also stand in front of the helm of his beloved ship.

  This time he followed Blake back to Tol Barad. In addition to revisiting the old place, he also had to refit his Sister Mercy with the most powerful naval guns of this era to make the ghost ship more destructive.

  After the outfit is complete, he and Grayson will return to Northrend with the North Sea fanatics.

  Black has made a decision that the undead fleet will be divided into two parts.

Part of    followed him, the commander, and stopped in the Eastern Continent.

The other part of the    was handed over to Grayson's command, and Elles served as his deputy, commanding the North Sea fanatics to occupy the Northrend waters and occupy the route from that eastern continent to Northrend, in order to make profits.

   In other words, Black is about to have two fleets, or in the case that he has few real warships under his command.

   But never mind, the lack of normal ships in the fleet will soon be resolved.

   "Taking advantage of this time to return to the northern border, we will send people to Kul Tiras."

In the captain's room of the Nagfar, Black was checking the charts, and he changed back to the familiar Pirate King suit, mainly because Sefir had a beautiful new uniform and was no longer envious of this tattered Pirate outfit.

   So he generously returned it to his captain.

  The pirate sat on his vulgar and gorgeous chair, and he instructed the first mate dragon who was holding a mirror beside him and arranging his appearance:

   "Remember to remind me at that time that I need the 'Albatross' of Kul Tiras to be active. I heard that the Kurdish Navy is about to eliminate a batch of old warships, and that batch of ships must be eaten!

   When they arrive, the undead fleet will truly have regional naval dominance.

   I also need to contact the goblin consortium in Booty Bay. This time, the reconstruction of Nar'Thalas Academy has made my old friend, the rich man, Rivegaz, full of oil, and it is time for him to repay me.

  My fleet must be equipped with the best goblin guns, a sufficient amount of armament, a musket on hand, and a formation of **** rotorcraft dedicated to the two logistics ships. "

   "You want too much, Captain."

  The Pirate Dragon frowned and said:

   "You gave all the treasures on Treasure Island to the Dean to rebuild the academy. Now, although there are a lot of treasures you keep looting, most of them are handicrafts and cultural relics that cannot be realized immediately.

   We don't have that much cash to buy ships and arms at the same time.

  Although the goblins also collect handicrafts and cultural relics, those cunning **** will definitely reduce the price to the lowest level, and it would be too bad to sell them directly. However, we can 'borrow' a little from Anaris first.

   If all the 'start-up capital' given to her by Captain Tsukigune's sister's sister should be enough to complete this big makeover. "

"what?"

  Blake with a red eye patch looked oddly, "looking" at Sefir, he said:

   "You want me to borrow money from my captain? You want me to eat soft rice from the Yuejun family?"

"Humph."

  Sefir raised his delicate chin and said in a playful tone:

   "If you really have this plan, believe me, Anaris will definitely wash herself clean and deliver it to your bed fragrant, not only her, but her sister is also likely to be willing.

   After all, considering politics and family survival, in addition to completely tying the Yuejun family to Suramar’s Great Magister, the most cost-effective investment for the two sisters at present is to ‘share’ in the undead fleet.

  The thoughts of those thousand-year-old nobles, I know best.

   As long as the family can be prosperous, let alone two sisters serving one husband, they can do things that destroy the three views.

   However, think about it the other way around, if you can really get the terrifying financial support of the Yuejun family, the captain doesn't have to worry about saving money to buy old ships, he can just wave his hand and build a new fleet in Kul Tiras. "

"never mind."

   This very tempting proposal made Black ponder for a few seconds before finally shaking his head.

   He said with emotion:

   "If I really want to sell my body to support the fleet, this pirate king is inappropriate. Besides, if I really want to sell my body, I can't sell it to the Yuejun family.

  I'm running to meet Daelin now, and as long as I pull my face down and call out 'Dad', the entire Kul Tiras navy is mine.

   But dominating the ocean in that sense is boring. "

   "That's true."

  Sefir nodded in agreement, she poked her cheek and said:

   "Then we have to find a way to quickly get rid of the handicrafts and cultural relics we have. Speaking of the forces that are most interested in those things in Azeroth.

   Dwarf Explorers Association? "

"Do not."

  Black shook his head, stretched out three fingers and said:

   "The Explorers' Guild of the Dwarves, the Relic Guild of Quel'dorei, and the notorious Antiquities Dealers. Among them, the Guild of Relics is the most generous.

   But the elves have high eyes, and it is estimated that they can't despise the troll's burial.

   So, let's sell all three of us.

   Artifacts and artifacts from the Elven Empire are sold to the Quel'dorei. The most archaeological ones, sold to dwarves. As for those hot funerary items, they will be handed over to the dealers of cultural relics.

   In this way, it should not be a problem to raise enough funds. "

   He rubbed his chin and thought for a while, and said to Sefir:

   "I'm going to Quel'Thalas soon, I'll contact the Sacred Relic Society.

   On the side of the dwarves, in the name of Nar'Thalas Academy, write a letter to Brian Bronzebeard, honorary president of the Explorers' Guild, inviting him to Dalaran.

  The last thing is the dealer of cultural relics, this is the best deal.

   Let Red Jack send someone to Stormwind Kingdom and find a guy named Bud Nedlake.

   Invited them to Tol Barad. The Nedlake family is a dealer of ancestral cultural relics.

   You are responsible for this. "

"no problem."

  Sefir nodded, stretched out his hand and waved it down, saying with all his might:

   "I will definitely cut the price hard and try to sell those funeral items for a good price."

"you?"

  Black cast a skeptical look at the confident Seifer, and said:

   "Let Eudora be your deputy, I still believe in the fox people's ability to settle accounts. Just show them samples on the Alpaca, and pay with one hand and deliver with the other.

   On our territory, we are not afraid of their tricks. Huh? "

   Just as he was saying this, the pirate suddenly thought about it. He made a pause gesture to Sefir, and held the skull of Gul'dan in his hand, responding to the call in his mind.

   The next moment, a demon portal opened in the captain's room.

  As the strong fel energy emanated, the elite demon guard, the crazy Clinflan, who had grown in size, strode out with a half-dead demon in his hand.

With a    bang, the bruised nose was bruised, and the little half-life demon kid was thrown to the ground.

   It seemed to know what was going to happen next, howling and trying to escape, but was trampled by the grinning demon guard and broke both legs, and the pained kid screamed piercingly.

   "Yo yo yo, look who this is coming home?"

  Black leaned on his captain's chair, put his hands on the armrests, and said sarcastically:

   "Isn't this our mighty, terrifying, all-evil Lord Daglop, who got lost on a hike in the Twisting Nether and ran into the Hellhound's lair?

   How did it get so miserable?

  You are so careless. "

   Pirates speak demonic.

   Let the pained demon kid raised his head and tried to beg for mercy, but when he saw the red cloth on the pirate's eyes, his cunning and vicious eyes suddenly showed more straightforward fear.

   It seems that the pressure on the blindfold is unbearable, and the words of begging for mercy are also choked in the mouth, unable to say it at all.

   "Look, I have always been a very reasonable warlock, I helped you complete your revenge, I helped you punish the demons who didn't respect the contract, and I helped you gain fame in the world of demons.

  I have not treated you badly, I should give you a lot of soul.

   Even the harshest demons cannot accuse me of breaking the summoning contract. "

  Blake spoke in a gentle voice, and said to the little devil who had only Half-Life left at his feet:

   "But how did you repay me? You accused me of violating the contract for no reason, so you refused my call, refused to serve me, and violated the agreement we made earlier.

  You must have found a valuable treasure from Salazane's lair, but what I want is only 80%, can't you still keep 20%?

   I've been generous enough with you, Daglop.

   But you let me down.

   Such a shameful betrayal, if I didn't punish you, how should you face my fellow warlocks in the future when you let me as a warlock mentor? They know the story and they think I'm weak.

   My good name is over.

  So, unfortunately, I have to give you a punishment that will be unforgettable for the rest of your life. The premise is that you still have future words. "

   Black gestured to his demon guard.

  Clinflan smirked and grabbed the betrayed kid, carried it like a chicken, and returned to the demon portal behind him. Demons cannot be killed in the physical world.

  The moment their bodies die, they will return to the Twisting Void, but when they are killed in the Twisting Void, the demon is really dead.

   Obviously, the pirates have no intention of leaving the life of this duplicitous brat.

   "No! No, I am willing to give you all the treasures! Master, master spare me!"

   The kid screamed like crazy.

   How smart it is, it has already sensed the killing intent of the pirates, and shouted and threw something out, shouting:

   "I only found this one thing there, please, there are no other treasures at all, I can't give you 80%, please, I'm just a ghost.

I beg you.

  Give me another chance, I will give all my loyalty! "

"Um?"

  The pirates didn't intend to spare this kid.

   But what it left on Black's desk did catch the pirate's attention. Because in Black's investigation, that thing shone an exciting orange light.

   He coughed, and the loyal demon guard stopped. The pirate reached out and touched the pendant with a weird elf style and a strong demon style.

The    character card immediately gives the entry:

   The masterpiece of Pridaz Savarik

   Legendary Quality [Excellent Creation]

   Excellent Stamina. Excellent Critical Strike. Excellent Spell Swiftness

  Item Effects:

   Gives the user a layer of magic shield effect every 30 seconds, the absorption damage is equivalent to 25% of the user's maximum health, and the effect lasts for 30 seconds.

  Item Description:

  Predaz Savaryk, a brilliant Highborne jeweler, suffered a terrible fate on the day he devoted all his energy to crafting a perfect jewel for the esteemed Queen.

   But there is nothing bad about being a satyr, except that the mind is twisted into darkness and greed.

  Savarick, who was "reborn" in fel energy, suddenly realized that perhaps he was the most suitable master of his masterpiece than the queen who couldn't save him.

  It is a pity that the failure of the Burning Legion made Savarik lose his masterpiece forever. He didn't know that his treasure became the "artifact" that countless demons longed for in the Twisting Void.

   Perhaps, he should be proud of it.

  Listen, the original wearer of this jeweled talisman hummed a ghastly tune, wandering in the darkness of the depths of Felwood, and while the notes flowed, there were occasional cries of pain from afar.

Notice:

  The owner of this amulet is still alive in the world of Azeroth, and when you use it, it will also attract the attention of Satyr demons who have lost their treasures.

   They will be desperate to get it back for their leader.

"Well."

  The pirate reached out and wiped off the demon blood on this strange jewel amulet, and handed it to Sefir, the first mate dragon himself, as his captain, wore this beautiful and evil jewel amulet around his neck.

   After this very ritual process was over, Blake knocked on the table and said:

   "This treasure is enough for your dog's life, get out! Don't appear in front of me or my servants in the future."

"No!"

  The kid broke free from the demon guard and knelt before the pirate with a thud, and it shouted:

   "I really know I'm wrong, Master, I want to continue to offer my loyalty to you, the evil one."

   "Bah."

   The demon guard behind it rudely spat a mouthful of scorching saliva, and said to the pirate in a loud voice:

   "It was chased and killed by many demons just because it possessed an artifact. It was afraid. This coward dared to go back to twist the void, and was immediately hacked to death by the demons!"

   "No! I am really willing to devote my loyalty to you, please give me another chance."

  The embarrassed Daglop said flatteringly:

   "I have heard terrible news for the master of all evil, this news concerns the life and death of you and your world, please believe me, master.

   I 'actively' returned here just to warn you. "

   It looked at the disapproval on Blake's face, then gritted its teeth and shouted:

   "Archimonde is coming to Azeroth!"

   "The polluters are determined to destroy this wretched world, master, run away!"

   (end of this chapter)