Azeroth Shadow Trail

  Chapter 937 34. The mere Gorefiend still needs me, the legendary pirate, to do it?

   "Yo, the little idiot is back."

  Black slept well in his captain's room, during which he refused Xalatas' request for "sleeping" three times, and finally locked the hatch in desperation to escape the catastrophe.

   When he stretched, grabbed a bottle of wine, and came to the cabin refreshed, he happened to see Pemberpa sitting on his ugly dragon descending from the sky.

   This little guy is in good spirits and looks very excited.

  The pirate threw a reconnaissance at it, and the feedback was wonderful:

  Name: "Tide Fish Rider" Pemberba

   Race: Murloc [Wetland Bluegill Murloc]

   Occupation: Level 30 Tide Hunter [Blessing of the Tide/Natural Enhancement] / Level 10 Beastmaster

   "Yo, this is the completion of the trial in the wilderness? I thought you would be beaten crying and running back to call me for help."

  Black said something maliciously.

   The little murloc glared at him, and circled around Black with a strange expression. It moved its nose and seemed to smell a strange smell from the pirates.

   It raised its head and asked:

   "Quack?"

   "Go, go, what nonsense, what is mating? Only beasts use words like that!"

  Black kicked the murloc.

   This guy just can't speak, and stabs him in the heart as soon as he opens his mouth.

   But under this kick, he kicked out what the little fishman was hiding in his arms, and two strange things fell on the deck, which immediately attracted the strange gaze of the pirates.

   "What is that? Where did you pick up the stinky salted fish?"

   The stinky pirate asked in a weird tone.

   The little fishman protested twice, picked up two handfuls of salted fish that were still very fresh, and hung them on his waist. This made Blake interested, he hooked his fingers, and the little murloc handed one of them to him.

  Blake held the "salted fish" in his hand with disgust.

   But unexpectedly, this thing did not feel very disgusting or bad to the touch, probably because the water in the body of this fat head fish has almost lost.

   But it doesn't have the rotten smell, and it will swing left and right with Black's shaking, like a fish that has just been caught, but the center of gravity is a bit strange, and it is estimated that it is very powerful to hit people.

   is the same as the oddly shaped flail.

   What's even more surprising is that this thing is really equipment!

   It has its own entry:

   Name: The best baby in the village (left)

  Quality: Epic

  Attribute: Omitted

  Item Effects:

   1. Pollution Striker:

  This fish is permanently stuck at the moment of its death for some reason, and has become extremely tough and can be used as a weapon.

   Every attack by the user may cause the deep-sea fish to spew acid, contaminate the opponent's sight, blind them, and cause corrosive damage, which is equivalent to a magical effect.

   Its destructive power depends on how hard and fast the user swings it.

  2. The best baby in the village:

  These two strange deep-sea fish are treasures preserved for hundreds of years in the murloc villages of the highest mountain.

  When attacking with two deep-sea fish at the same time, the trigger chance of the filth striker's special effect is increased, and there is a chance to apply the blessing of [Murloc Warrior] to the user.

  Item Description:

  quack quack quack quack quack quack quack quack quack quack quack quack! (Only the bravest murlocs are qualified to wield them, and only true warriors can lead the murlocs to rise!)

   "Is this the legendary 'Village Sword'?"

  The pirate threw the salted fish hammer to the little murloc with an inexplicable awe, and he couldn't help thinking about the sight of an enemy being slapped in the face by the little murloc with two salted fish hammers.

   Well, in a sense, this thing is really an "artifact".

   If a warrior is knocked to the ground by such a weapon, it is estimated that the shadow in his heart will be even worse than the shame of being defeated by the murlocs. If the stinky pirate is knocked down like this, he will probably have the heart to wipe his neck with a knife on the spot.

  When the murlocs fight with the salted fish hammer, every attack will cause terrible spiritual pollution to the enemy, think about the feeling of being hit in the face by the salted fish hammer

  Tsk tsk, the level of ridicule is almost full.

   What a terrifying weapon.

   "Okay, since you have come back victorious, let's hurry up and do the right thing."

  Black finished drinking, put his owl helmet on his head, and said angrily to the little murloc urn:

   "Come on, let's go to Black Rook Castle for a turn."

   "Huh?"

   The little fish-man shouted, which made Blake's mood suddenly darken. He hesitated for a few seconds and told Burmbo what was going on in the hell.

Say:

   "The firmament may take a while to recover, I will cure it, there is no flying mount to carry us over, let's swim over.

  Relax, I have already avenged the sky. "

After finishing speaking, the pirates looked at the bow of the ghost ship docked off the coast of Val'sharah. Some ghost sailors were busy there, and the three hideous heads belonging to the vicious dog Gom were being fixed in Nagfar. before the bow of the No.

   That will be the new head portrait of the ghost ship.

  The smelly pirate retracted his gaze and looked at the indignant little murloc. He shook his head, turned around and jumped off the side of the ship. The little murloc pinched his nose and ran for a few steps, and fell into the water with a cry.

   In the next instant, the two white lines splashed all the way and swam towards the dense forest coast of Val'sharah.

Black Rook Castle is built on the coast of this forest. They can set foot on the territory of Black Rook Castle as soon as they get ashore. However, as a noble castle that was 10,000 years ago, the disrepaired Black Rook Castle is no longer the same as it used to be. Glory.

   As Black walked around the Coastal Mountain Road to the first collapsed outpost, Knight Joan Creedon immediately walked out of the outpost with two squires and saluted his captain.

  This undead knight has changed a lot now.

Although he is still wearing the rusted Kul Tiras armor, the blue soul fire has been lit under the battle helmet, as well as the rune sword on his back and the gloomy aura on his body, all prove that He has "transferred" to become a true death knight.

  The aura derived from the power of death lingers outside his icy body, providing him with new powers after death.

   Even his voice became low, hoarse and evil.

   "Your Highness, Dean Blue Moon and Lady Ravencrest are already waiting for you at the castle."

  Creedon leaned over and saluted, reporting the current situation to Black.

   The two death knight recruits behind him looked at Black with a scrutiny, and they could tell by their slender size that they were elves.

   may be the ghost of the Highborne who died in Black Rook Keep ten thousand years ago.

  Black ignored the two black raven knights. He just looked at the loyal Creedon and asked:

   "Isn't Moon County not here?"

   "Ms. Moon County returned to Suramar a few days ago in the 'Pride of Moon County'."

  Creedorn explains:

   "The stubborn Nightborne are stuck in the main city of the Black Rook Fortress. They have activated the ancient barrier to resist our conquest. Dean Lanyue is unwilling to risk those heroic souls being destroyed forcibly to fight.

   But the arrogant Shaldorei were unwilling to surrender, and they seemed to be waiting for reinforcements from Suramar.

   Ms. Moon County went back to her hometown and tried to prevent the Nightborne from sending more reinforcements through the power of the Moon County family in Suramar. "

   After finishing speaking, the death knight who was a minor nobleman in his lifetime explained in a low voice:

   "Also, Ms. Moonshire hopes to introduce her fiancé to her sister, hoping to receive the blessings of the Moonshire head for her marriage. It is said that Lord Lilas also sent a letter back to the Windrunner Tower in Quel'Thalas.

   He also hoped that his family would accept Miss Anaris. "

   "Is it progressing so fast?"

   Black said in an odd tone:

   "Have people been killed?"

   "Not at all."

  Creedon was obviously very knowledgeable. As he led the way, he said:

   "It's just that Lord Lilas heard the rumors that Quel'Thalas planned to fight the undead fleet in the North Sea. He didn't want to see a war between us, so he decided to stop it.

   He hoped to increase his political influence in the elven kingdom through the marriage of House Windrunner and House Moonshire, thereby influencing the official decisions of Quel'Thalas. "

   "Hey, a childish little boy who longs for peace in the world."

   Black pouted and said:

   "If he can really stop the war, I have to thank him, but most likely it will be useless.

  Annie's North Sea Fleet has begun a large-scale recruitment of vrykul and yak to form marines.

   As soon as the elves of Quel'Thalas dared to fight, brutal savage pirates would land from the shores. Their enchantments can stop the mages, but they can't stop the vrykul raiders.

Annie doesn't even need a large-scale mobilization, as long as she promises to distribute the wealth of Silvermoon City equally to the vrykul pirates, and provide them with enough weapons, the wild Northlanders can let the arrogant white-skinned elves know what called cruelty. "

   "Your Highness, I hope that the Death Knight Marines under my command can also join that battle."

  Creedon thought for a while, and volunteered to fight:

   "When I joined the Undead Fleet, I was too young to understand your painstaking efforts, but after what happened to Kul Tiras, I have understood your wishes.

  Stupid living people just don't understand your greatness.

  I hope I can teach them to understand this greatness with a sword in my hand and a cold death.”

"sure."

   Black laughed and said:

   "If there is a war in the North Sea, I will send you there. Go on duty and practice your new powers, and you will surely shine in the Battle of the North Sea."

   "We will not disappoint you, Your Highness."

  Joan Creedon said in a deep voice:

   "We will be the sharpest Dead Sea sword in your hands!"

  Creedon sent Black to the necropolis of Black Rook Castle. As soon as the stinky pirates walked in, he saw several psychics from Nar'Thalas Academy awakening the undead in the necropolis.

   That scene was terrifying.

   In the low and gloomy chanting and the indifferent wind blowing, the ancient tombs were opened one by one, and those sarcophagi that had been silent for thousands of years would shake and suddenly be opened at a certain moment.

   A rotten hand protruded from it, and was reborn into another posture in the haunting of the aura of death.

   Most of the undead who have just been awakened will fall into a kind of madness, and then a well-trained death knight of Black Rook Castle will come forward and use an iron fist wrapped in the aura of death to quiet them down.

  These undead were the most elite soldiers of the Elven Empire ten thousand years ago, they will be redistributed according to the ancient organization, and regrouped into the army under the command of several black crow generals who have been awakened.

   In Black's gaze, there were already death knights patrolling around the large necropolis, and some undead craftsmen were commanding a group of skeletons to repair and build siege equipment.

   In the sky, there is also a team of three Aerial Knights who are driving the undead Hippogryphs.

   No one in the entire square made a sound, everyone was silently doing their own thing.

  Although their ancient commanders have not yet awakened, these well-trained undeads wearing black crow armor thousands of years ago seem to be an immortal legion from ancient times.

  Pirates can already think of the shock that these ancient warriors with the black crows will bring to the world when they appear on the battlefield.

   These are all the dead who have participated in the ancient battles and have not surrendered to the devil. They are the last lone army when the elf empire came to an end. There is no need to say how powerful they are.

   Now it only takes former commander Kurtalos Ravencrest to wake up from his death sleep, and the Black Ravens can immediately start their conquests.

   "What Ebon Blade Order? Bah, what third-rate stuff?"

  Blake looked at the chilling scene in front of him with satisfaction, and thought to himself:

   "This is the attitude of the Death Knights Chapter. If the white-skinned elves of Quel'Thalas are disobedient, I will let your grandfather teach you a lesson!

   Hmmm. Wait.

   I suddenly had a great idea.

  Speaking of which, the tomb of Dath'Remar Sunstrider should still be on the Isle of Quel'Danas, right? With the protection of a fetish like the Sunwell, his soul should not have been sent to the Shadow Realm yet.

  Lord Ravencrest, who has returned from the dead, also needs a strong lieutenant, doesn't he?

   Exactly, they worked together 10,000 years ago. "

   "Why did you come?"

   As Black admired the majesty of the Black Ravens, an indifferent call interrupted his thoughts. As soon as the pirate turned his head, he saw Dean Blue Moon walking out of the tent, leaning on the Aluneth Scepter.

   It can be seen that the Dean is in a bad mood.

   She looked up and down at Black, and after noticing that her disciple's vitality was several times stronger than before, the picky Dean nodded with satisfaction.

she says:

   "I heard that you made a big scene in **** and killed the ancestor Satyr Xavius? Yes, it fits my impression of you very well. No matter what you do, you can make a big scene.

  It happens that you are promoted to Legendary, and there is one thing that needs your help here. "

   "Dean, you said."

  Blake patted his chest and said:

   "I will definitely do it."

   "Slip into the castle and bring me the Gorefiend and the heads of those stubborn elves."

   Dean pushed his crystal glasses and said calmly:

   "I've already wasted too much time on them. I don't want to wait any longer. I have to go back and prepare for the opening ceremony of the college."

   "Ah, I'm very puzzled. With the character of Gorefiend, shouldn't he choose to surrender when he sees an enemy that he can't deal with at all?"

  The pirate said suspiciously:

   "He doesn't have such hard bones."

   "He did surrender."

   The dean said casually:

"On the first day, after I broke his enchantment, he sent a letter of surrender, and also promised to cooperate with the inside and the outside, to sell the Nightborn mages to us, and to give the soul of Lord Ravencrest to us. in exchange for a life.

   He said he would return to Draenor immediately and never set foot on Azeroth again.

   But I refused.

   Every letter of surrender he sent was burned.

   That is my attitude towards garbage. "

   The dean closed his eyes and said:

   "I won't allow an academic liar to slip away so casually. I have to correct his problems, and I won't let him leave until he truly realizes his mistake."

   "Oh, the dean is a man of culture, and he talks about permanent detention so literary."

   Black laughed and said:

   "Don't be so troublesome, Dean, I know you don't want to destroy the integrity of the souls of Black Rook Keep and Lord Ravencrest. There are not many places and people in this world that can remind you of the past.

Do not worry.

  I'll take over this matter.

  The reinforcements that the Nightbornes are looking forward to will never come. I will let them surrender honestly, take over the entire Black Rook Fort without a single shot, and let your friends return safely. "

   (end of this chapter)