Shadow Trails in Azeroth

Chapter 1255 5. The power of my curse is shaking, it’s unmistakable, there must be a big treasure nearby! -【2025】

Speaking of the ocean in Hellfire Peninsula, it was once one of the richest areas in the entire Draenor world.

Just over ten years ago, before the orcs drank the blood of demons and fell, the inner sea between Tanaan Jungle and Shadowmoon Valley was a god-given place comparable to the Zangar Sea.

Although the orcs are limited by the world's terrain and have not been able to develop an outstanding ocean-going navy, they can still drive ships between the two lands.

Especially the hunters of the Bloodring Clan who live in the Tanaan Jungle, the fish they get from this god-given sea are also necessary for their survival.

It is said that when the Draenei first came to Draenor, they also took a fancy to the richness of this inland sea, so they built the splendid Karabor Temple and the surrounding gorgeous buildings on the coast of Shadowmoon Valley, planning to use it as a The draenei's ocean base.

Unlike the orcs who have been satisfied with the fertile land, the draenei who come from a more advanced civilization obviously have the ambition to explore the entire world of Draenor.

However, this world is still too small after all.

Its land and sea area combined is only a quarter of Azeroth's.

Converted to less than one-sixth of the world of Argus, the continents of this world are closely connected, and there are only some large isolated islands in the vast open sea.

So the Draenei's sailing plan came to nothing.

But now, at the end of a brief violent era, the once fertile sea has become a sea polluted by evil energy, like a basin completely polluted by dark green ink.

Even while driving on the sea, you can smell the pungent sulfur smell.

What makes people sigh is the tenacity of life. Even if the sea water has been polluted like this, there are still fish living in the sea. It is a pity that they were caught as fishes and have now become terrifying predators.

No one dares to approach the coast at will, which means that they will be attacked by strange fish from the sea, but on the other hand, ocean pollution is not a bad thing.

After all, in this sea of ​​evil energy, the orc world finally has a decent sea fleet.

A group of arrogant pirates of all races were driving their five ships without any scruples on the coast of what was once the Tanaan Jungle, now the Hellfire Peninsula.

These battleships are not large in size, nor have they developed as exaggerated firepower and sailing speed as the pirates of Azeroth. After all, in this world, pirates like them have no competition among their peers, let alone the powerful Kul Tiras. The navy came to surround them.

An ordinary merchant ship is enough.

The wood used to build these merchant ships was all removed from the arakkoa palace in the Arak Peaks. They were all extremely fine wood and had been blessed by the arakkoa sun priests to resist the corrosion of the sea of ​​evil energy.

However, although there are ships, the pirates on them are very lazy.

A group of Khajiits and Crows with shackles around their necks were driven by the Fel Orcs with whips to pull the sail ropes to make the ship turn awkwardly. Such poor maneuvering will undoubtedly be laughed at by colleagues in Azeroth. Landlubber behavior.

But again, there are no powerful pirates in Draenor to point fingers at the Black Spirit Pirates.

In this "blue ocean market" without competition, the Black Spirit Pirate Group is the complete "monopoly".

But despite this, Felton, the seventh knight of the Black Spirit Pirates who is currently in charge of this small fleet, is still very dissatisfied with the current situation of the Black Spirit Pirates.

He knows his own family's affairs. As a "famous pirate" who once made a living on the cruel endless sea of ​​Azeroth, robbed the Kul Tiran fleet, fought with undead pirates, and plundered Dalaran. , his vision is already very high.

Past experience tells this black knight holding a giant hammer that his fleet in Azeroth is not even third-rate. Even the escort fleet of the goblin plutocrats can easily kill them.

"A bunch of idiots!"

Felton wore a stylish pirate captain's armor and stood alone on the bow of his flagship "The Curse".

Under the gloomy battle helmet, he watched with despair as the last ship in the fleet actually yawed at a speed of less than 5 knots.

The traitorous Draenei captain commanding the ship was angrily scolding the stupid and arrogant Fel Orc sailors under his command, while the Fel Orcs whipped the ogre slaves harder and scolded them to quickly sail back the ship.

But the problem is, letting the ogres fight is okay, but letting them pull the sail is obviously beyond the limit of their abilities.

"A rabble! A bunch of losers! Sad landlubbers! Stupid bilge rats! Did your mother get along with a drunken fish-man to give birth to you retarded imbeciles?"

Captain Felton yelled, but there was nothing he could do to change it.

The world of Draenor has never had a tradition of long voyages. The people here know nothing about navigation and naval warfare. Their Black Spirit Pirate Group only has nine people. Even if they all teach sailors, it is too late.

What's more, the nine black knights themselves are half-baked, having become pirate kings on the way from bandit kings who robbed houses.

They themselves are not very good old sea dogs, otherwise they would not be chased all over the world by their counterparts and navies on the sea of ​​Azeroth.

It is natural to imagine how valuable a disciple taught by such a third-rate master is.

But fortunately and sadly, the Black Spirit Pirates are not even cannon fodder in the current system of the Burning Legion.

They don't need to take on tough tasks.

All you need to do is follow the fraudster's request, take advantage of the undefended sea area to break through the land blockade, and land behind the indigenous forces in Draenor to open the demon portal.

Their performance in this regard satisfied the Deceiver. The Legion's first large-scale invasions in Draenor were launched by the Black Spirit Pirates.

Now that the demons have completely taken the initiative in the war, the Black Spirit pirates have retired and returned to their "old business".

Cursed by Sargeras himself, their immortal bodies are filled with an insatiable curse. They must constantly search for various treasures for the Dark Titan to relieve the pain and hunger in their souls.

During this period of time, the Black Spirit pirates have been busy with this matter. They are rampaging around the world of Draenor, taking advantage of the chaos of the demonic invasion to grab special loot.

The Draenei treasures in the Temple of Karabor, the sun relics of the Raven Empire in the Sky Peak, the ogre rune treasures in Highmaul, the last city of the ogre empire, the bone witchcraft in the Khajiit tribe, and the orc tribe The shamanic sacred objects in it and so on.

As long as there is anything in this world, these greedy guys want and steal everything.

They grabbed a large number of treasures in a very short period of time, which undoubtedly made the black knights feel the tranquility and satisfaction of their souls, making them full of energy.

If this continues, maybe within a few years, they will be able to accumulate enough treasures to contribute to Lord Sargeras, thereby being freed from the curse of immortality.

Or pray to the Dark Titan to grant greater power to their loyal servants.

The five ships commanded by the Seventh Knight Felton are the transport ships that transport treasures from the Karabo Temple back to the treasure house on the Ashland Peninsula.

Of course, it is worth a black knight personally dispatching. This small fleet must not only have treasures, but also an important prisoner.

This prisoner is of great importance to the Black Knights, not only because he is from Azeroth, but also because he holds clues to the legendary Ogre Empire's supreme treasure.

That is one of the highest treasures in the world of Draenor, and it is a target that must be obtained by the Black Knights!

"you go!"

The black knight's eyes twitched as he watched the last ship in his fleet yaw more and more, and watched the ship start to spin in circles more and more outrageously. He really couldn't stand it anymore.

He grabbed the coquettish succubus mate who was serving beside him by the neck, threw her into the sky, and roared:

"Go tell those bastards! If you can't get the ship back within fifteen minutes, I'll snap their necks myself! Feed their souls to the damn hellhounds!"

waste!

It's all rubbish! Even if you give me twenty old seals. No, ten! I would rather trade all of their lives for ten old sea dogs of Azeroth!

Lord Sargeras, how could there be such a stupid creature in this world!

Is it necessary for such a stupid world to exist?

Kobolds are much more useful than them! "

Amidst the black knight's foul-mouthed curses, the succubus first mate did not dare to refute, and could only flap his wings and fly towards the yawing ship at the rear of the fleet.

Because of the damn stupid movement of that ship, the entire fleet had to slow down and wait for them.

This made the Black Knight increasingly angry.

But a few minutes later, Felton suddenly felt a strange feeling in his heart.

The power cursed by Lord Sargeras suddenly surged in his body, as if a special perception was activated, making the angry black knight calm down for a moment, and looked towards the coast of the Hellfire Peninsula not far away with bright eyes. .

There was something there that attracted him, like a vicious dog smelling a bone.

Although this metaphor is strange, it is indeed apt, because Felton himself cannot control this perception and impulse.

"The power of my curse is beating in that place! There is a huge treasure in that place!"

The Black Knight looked forward greedily. He even took a deep breath. On the sulfur-smelling sea, he seemed to smell the most wonderful aroma.

Holding the ferocious magic steel sledgehammer in his hand, he called the second mate on his ship over.

He was a Draenei traitor with fallen emblems tattooed all over his body. He was a "smart man" who had lost his faith and turned to the Burning Legion. The fallen emblems he now had all over his body were a "proof of identity."

This means that this cunning draenei will soon be infused with the Legion's fel energy, transforming him from a miserable draenei into a glorious eredar demon.

Become one of the fallen servants who serve the Deceiver and the Defiler, and it is even possible to return to the long-lost homeland of Argus.

"There, what place is there!"

Felton yelled at his second officer angrily:

"Is there a place where treasure is buried?"

"Well."

The Draenei looked in the direction pointed by the black knight. He thought for a while and said:

"There was indeed a town where the Draenei lived there, but the treasures. As far as I know, there are no treasures there. Of course, it does not rule out that when we were avoiding the slaughter of the orcs under the leadership of the weak Velen, some tribesmen took the precious treasures. East XZ is there."

"Then go and see!"

Felton was impatient.

The temptation of the great treasure made his eyes shine with a dark light.

Under his scolding, a group of evil orc sailors hurriedly put the boat on the water, and found two big and round ogres to row the boat, carrying Felton, his second mate, and a team of violent The Fel Orc Destroyers march toward the coast.

The closer he got to the coast, the stronger the impulse in Felton's heart became. The big treasure in front of him was like a swinging hammer, constantly hammering his soul.

It even caused him to breathe rapidly like a living person.

This rare situation told him that the scale of the treasure in front of him was extraordinary. Based on his previous experience, there was at least one legendary item there.

"We really caught a big fish today."

Felton shouted in an excited tone, then kicked the ogre slave who was paddling, and scolded:

"Hurry up! Haven't you eaten? I don't want to wait any longer. This big discovery will make me stand out among the Black Spirit Pirates. I will be awarded by the Dark Titan! I will be granted higher power by my master.

I've seen that future!

hurry up! "

"Captain, I don't think something is right."

Seeing Felton so excited, his second officer Delaney felt a little guilty. He whispered:

"I stress again, this place is just a small fishing village. I really don't know who buried the treasure before, and we didn't find any trace of the treasure when we drove past here before.

Maybe this is a trap. "

"trap?"

Felton sneered at this statement. He leaned on the ferocious magic steel sledgehammer and said:

"Half of the Hellfire Peninsula has been occupied by the Legion. It is difficult for the Draenei exiles huddled in the mountains to survive. Where can they find the legendary treasures to lay traps?

Unless your garrison officers can get past the legion's blockade in Talador, but your Sha'tar Archbishop has surrendered to the legion, haha, no one can come here!

I don’t care who is in front of me!

Even if Dai Lin comes, don't try to stop me from getting the treasure that belongs to the Supreme Master! "

The Black Knight made his declaration with high spirits. He quickly led a group of violent servants ashore and approached the ruins of the Draenei village that had been razed more than ten years ago.

Corroded by the sea wind all year round at the Sea of ​​Evil Energy, the ruins were covered with weathered sand. When the Black Knight approached, he vaguely saw a guy standing in front of a mostly weathered tombstone.

The guy is placing a handful of small white flowers under the tombstone.

That guy's figure

So familiar.

"Captain, what's wrong with you?"

The Draenei second officer keenly noticed that his captain stopped in place, his hands holding the sledgehammer began to tremble, and his body began to shake. Is this because he was too excited?

He asked quietly.

The question startled Felton.

The black knight, who was so arrogant just now, took a step back suddenly, and he shouted in panic:

"Impossible! Absolutely impossible! How could it be you! Why aren't you still dead, you bastard who stirs up troubles and makes people hateful? How could you appear here?"

"Hey, it's Lao Qi."

The stinky pirate who was paying silent tribute to the tombstone in front of him turned around and recognized Felton at a glance.

He also accurately stated his Black Knight number.

The stinking pirate glanced back at the Draenei cemetery where a pair of young siblings were buried. He stretched out his hand, raised his finger to the black knight and his servants in front of him, put it to his mouth, and said:

"Shh, keep your voice down and don't disturb the children's rest."

"Come, let's change places and have a good chat. You don't know how happy I was when I heard that my old friends, the Black Spirit pirates, were doing well in Draenor.

If you think about it carefully, we haven't seen each other for almost half a year. You can't delay the payment of the treasure you have to provide me every month. So, are you ready to repay the debt with interest? "