Azeroth Shadow Trail

   Chapter 812 143. I can't think of how you can win?

   "Boom"

  The Nagfar rises like a ghost in the tumbling tides of Stormsong Valley's edge channel, where the sun's rays have been replaced by gloomy skies and rolling thunder.

   Layers of dark clouds covered the sky, blocking the sunlight and spilling the dark gauze, making this sea area like night.

   The Temple of Storms in the distance is even more incredible.

   The dome of the temple located on the island is wrapped with dazzling arcs, like a lighthouse in the storm caused by the night. Those arcs stretched and jumped in the air, forming a speeding Thunder Dragon, reflecting it like the only light.

  The sea sages are calling for the violent power of the sea, causing the marine creatures near the island to be scared crazy, and they are mixed together in the icy sea water and scurrying around.

  From small shrimps to big sharks, even the squid and deep-sea fish that live on the bottom of the sea dance in the frantic currents.

   They foresee the danger, but they cannot escape.

  The flow of the sea has become chaotic, and the currents are no longer in any order, sometimes setting off huge waves, sometimes stirring eddies, such frantic sea water can easily ruin a fleet, and any ship that dares to sail into this sea area will be torn and smashed by the furious sea.

   But the Nagfar was an exception.

   Not only because of the sturdiness of the ghost ship itself and its speed and stability when traveling underwater, but also because this ship has been blessed by the Hydraxian water elemental army.

  It can safely sail through any dangerous sea area, even in the apocalyptic wind and waves in front of you, like a leafless boat, and like a graceful lady walking through malicious sea water.

   "Clean up the deck, you slackers!"

First mate Long Seifer stood in front of the steering wheel of the **** with a long sword used for pretense on her waist. She grabbed the steering wheel and made a heroic gesture of an old captain fighting against the wind and waves, while facing the ghost below. Sailors scolded:

   "The captain is coming back soon. He wants to see his 'decision weapon' take off safely. If you let him down, wait for the whip!"

   The ghost sailors acted immediately.

  They swept across the deck in a mighty manner, threw all the fish and shrimp that jumped onto the boat from the turbid and crazy sea water back into the sea, and began to wash the deck in the cold rain.

  Uh, this seems to be useless, in such strong winds and waves, no matter how clean the deck is, it will be re-wetted.

   But the wicked captain is coming back.

   If he sees this group of ghost sailors doing nothing to fish before the war, hehe

   So, on the Nagfar, being able to fight or being smart is not the first thing, you must have a wink, a guy without wink will not live long on this ghost ship.

   "Boom"

   As soon as he finished floating on the ghost ship and was about to head towards the island where the Temple of Storms was located at high speed, a loud noise broke out in the other direction, causing Sefir to look back and find that there was a group of holy light rising into the sky in the direction of the valleys and mountains.

   The bright and towering golden beam of light swirled and shattered the dark clouds above his head, and then led a group of sunlight to shine on the place. In the beam of light that penetrated the sky and the earth, the echo of the chant could even be faintly heard.

   "Old Pope is desperate."

  Sefir blinked and said:

   "Sacred hymns of this level. My dear, I am afraid that the powerful demon lords will be melted on the spot. It seems that the sea sages are well prepared.

   Fire everywhere to disperse the power of the righteous, did they foresee such trouble today? "

  “Shu”

  A dark shadow crossed the wind and waves and landed above the Nagfar. Black turned over and jumped down from behind the Hippogryph, and sent himself to Sefir with two precise flashes in the air.

   He raised his head and waved to the Hippogryph in the air, letting it fly in the direction of the mainland to avoid the battle that was about to begin.

   The sky hissed a few times, seemingly unwilling to give up his master to be here alone, but under Black's order, the wise king of the sky finally flew around the ghost ship and rushed back to the direction of the land.

   "Is what I want ready?"

  Blake pushed the eye patch on his eyes, straightened his collar and asked casually.

   "It's all in the cabin on the second floor."

  Sefir quickly replied:

"Prince Erazmin was debugging the bomb himself, Oversback and the gnomes were making the final corrections for the airborne units, we went around the island yesterday and they said it was to set the blast radius to avoid damage. innocent.

   Also said that constraining the explosion range can make the explosion power slightly higher, you know I'm not interested in engineering stuff, so I don't understand it very well. "

  Black nodded, ignoring the inaccurate report of the ignorant pirate chief mate.

   The magic eyeballs on his shoulders turned, looking at the Temple of Storms in the distance where arcs and thunder continued to gather in the dark,

   The background of the dark and desolate evil spirit mixed with the mighty wind and waves, coupled with the ever-changing world and the thunder that covered the night sky, made the scene in front of Blake full of a fairy tale-like temperament.

  The temple is like the residence of the gods, and the ghost ship advancing in the wind and waves is like the believers who are going to the holy mountain to worship.

   "Little Xingxing should really record this scene here. It must give her a lot of inspiration for bragging. Unfortunately, what I'm going to use here today is too dangerous even for a giant dragon."

  Sefir crossed his hips and said regretfully:

   "Captain, you have pulled so many 'righteous partners' to do this, and it is destined that they will share most of the glory of victory, and we who really do the work will be reduced to supporting roles in those stories.

  No one will know about the Nagfar and our exploits today.

  , this feeling is really unpleasant. "

   "I didn't come here to make them praise me, no matter what the publicity is, but for me, this is a personal grudge."

  Blake glanced at his vain and vain mate, in a strange tone, and said:

   "It's well known in the world that revenge has to be publicized, my dear Sefir, your vanity is really the size of a whale shark."

   "Boom"

   As soon as the stinking pirate finished speaking, another group of holy light burst out in the Stosang Mountains. The shining beam of light caused the pirates to make exaggerated actions to cover their eyes.

   He glanced in that direction, pursed his lips and said:

   "Fao, this old man is really working hard, look at the power of this holy light echoing, he must have swayed all the holy light activated in his body.

  In the case of the Silver Hand and the Guardian of Truth, it must be done to this extent. It seems that the sea sages have indeed pulled the Krasis demigod into the material world.

   What a crazy act.

  If there is no one to stop that thing, it can slaughter the entire Stormsong Valley in one day, and even destroy it to the Tiragarde Sound. I can only say that my prophet is too powerful.

   The forces that can block and destroy it are arranged in advance. "

   "Captain Chip uses the dying old man as a tool man."

  Sefir glanced and said:

   "You really are a villain."

   "What nonsense? What is a tool man?"

  Blake slapped the chief mate dragon on the head with great dissatisfaction and said:

"Today, the Holy Light exterminates evil things with supreme majesty and protects the innocents of the entire Stormsong Valley. After the Church of Storms was smashed by me, with this gospel, the Holy Light priests can easily accept the entire valley. believers.

   Do you know what such a victory would mean for the church?

  Kul Tiras, who has been outside the Holy Light belief system, will be completely integrated into the faith, and this battle is the best opportunity.

   Even if I don't invite Fao, the old man will take the initiative to invite him.

  This is it, how many people want this opportunity and have no way out.

   As far as the old man Aleo died in this battle today, he also died with a smile.

   Of course, he had better take a breath.

   Okay, I won't talk to you anymore, continue to let the Nagfar go to the Temple of Storms, I'll go and see how my 'big baby' is preparing.

   Now, this is for you. "

  Blake took off the Tide Scepter from his waist, handed it to Sefir who was rubbing his hands in surprise, and said to her:

   "Remember how we used the scepter to smash the elemental realm in Vashj'ir? You can copy that operation in a while, and I will supply the energy of the Tide Stone.

  You use this thing to channel energy and smash the tidal barrier that the sea sages use to protect their territory.

   That thing has the blessing of abyss divine power, and ordinary magic attacks are basically ineffective against it, but it certainly cannot resist the combined power of the Tide Stone and the Tide Scepter.

   is like cracking an egg shell”

   The smelly pirate sneered and said:

   "The next thing is left to me. After all, it is a personal grievance. Do it yourself to have a sense of accomplishment."

   After he finished speaking, he ignored Sephir who was playing with the tidal scepter behind him, and strode into the cabin, while the first pair of dragons, who got the new toy, posed a mighty pose in front of the helm.

   She laughed and waved the scepter in her hand forward.

The scepter that was unlocked by Dean Lanyue's "identity lock" can now be used by anyone. Under Sefir's reckless manipulation, the energy of the tidal scepter centered on her and rapidly expanded to the entire Naglfar. The hull and surrounding waters.

The tides that were pushed into rage and madness by the sea sages were pressed down by the scepter at this moment, and the surrounding waters were like the most loyal soldiers. Under the order of Sefir, they pushed the already fast ghost ship swish swish. of forward acceleration.

   Within three seconds, the speed of the Nagfar, which was advancing through the storm, increased by at least five times, like an arrow shot by Black, almost "flying" against the chaotic sea water.

   "Hahaha, flying pirate! I like it."

   Amidst the overwhelmed clack of the Nagfar’s mast and hull, the first mate dragon crossed his hips and laughed wildly and shouted:

   "The Nagfar with me is invincible!"

   "What are you crazy about! Can you pick a good time for sailing?"

  Blake, who was walking in the cabin, was like sitting in a sports car that started with a burnout tire. He was almost thrown to the ground by the feeling of pushing back from the acceleration of the boat.

   He scolded the top of the deck, and Sefir's laughter was like a chicken strangled by the neck, and the speed of the speeding ship also decreased.

  Blake shook his head and walked into the second deck. The cabins here have been dismantled. The Nagfar also specially changed the height of the cabin interior, and changed it into a "hangar".

   Under the illumination of the surrounding magic lights, an HK-8 air flight unit with a cold light on its outer shell was ready to take off.

   This is not King Mechagon's "royal seat", that one is more advanced, and the aircraft equipped with various black technology weapons is still being repaired on Mechagon Island.

   Old Master Thakiel's fel blast almost pierced through it, and it wasn't that easy to repair.

   And the aircraft that has been repaired in front of me is not actually Blake's private property, which can be seen from the strange inscriptions added to its outer shell.

   There is a line of warning written in dragon language on it:

   "This aircraft is the personal vehicle of His Royal Highness Stellagosa. You are not allowed to touch it without permission, otherwise you will be responsible for the consequences!"

  Behind the warning inscription, there is also a giant dragon icon with open teeth and claws, which is Mechagon's mechanical style icon.

  The entire aircraft is painted in the icy blue color that Little Star likes, which is the color of the scales of the dragons of the Blue Dragon Legion.

   But today, the "Throne" of His Royal Highness the Star was requisitioned by Black.

  Because the big "Mechanical Return" bomb placed next to the Royal Seat Aircraft could not be lifted by ordinary gyrocopters, Xiao Xingxing volunteered to be a "dragon bomber".

   But the pirates ruthlessly rejected her.

   The Titan Origin Energy generated by the Mechanical Origin Bomb can only theoretically complete the purification of flesh and blood. This theory was calculated by the mad King Mechagon himself.

   How powerful it is, not even a prophet like Black knows.

  What if that flesh-and-blood purification energy would also work on dragons?

   In case the idiot Xiaoxing died in the explosion, or was transformed into a strange and crazy mechanical dragon, causing the spell weavers and the entire Blue Dragon Legion to rage, Black might as well wipe his neck on the spot.

Amid the thunder and lightning and the cacophony of Seifel's cheering and racing outside the cabin, Blake reached out and patted the round steel bomb casing, then glanced at the man who was reprogramming the mechanical return bomb with his pocket computing device. Prince Erazmin.

   As a group of dwarfs watched with bright eyes, Black asked:

   "How long will it take?"

   "Give me another five minutes."

   Prince Erazmin flicked his fingers on the pocket calculator quickly, and said without raising his head:

   "I'll have to check the blast range again, and set the best flight detonation altitude. I've seen the source of darkness on this land, and I understand my father's concerns.

  I want to inherit his will, I want to destroy these filthy flesh and blood, this is the correct way to use the machine to return to the source.

   But I can't hurt the innocent.

   I have to check again.

  Be patient, Mr. Black, I assure you it will work. "

   "No hurry, take your time."

  Black said something, and took another look at the mechanical return bomb that the gnomes had painted on the shell with a large metal-style skull.

   He pursed his lips, rubbed his chin and said:

   "Have this terrifying thing to play the 'Pioneer', plus the vengeful watchman as the knife handle, and a vile stinky pirate like me as the executioner.

   In the end, he also invited His Excellency the Tide Hunter and the shameful Baku to ‘feast together’.

  For today, I used all my contacts. Oops, I really can’t think of or see any kind of future in which the Church of the Storms can win.

  If I were them, I'd be spending the last time praying in my tortoise shell now.

   Prayer is meaningful only in times of despair. "

   (end of this chapter)