Shadow Trails in Azeroth

"Kick these ugly creatures out of my ship! Damn it! Bindel died in their hands, these fish-men can eat people! Bastards!"

At midnight, under the Great Lighthouse in the Western Wilds, the Jotunheim Force was ready to sail late at night.

But the new captain Grayson discovered something very bad on his precious ship - a group of dirty fishmen who somehow climbed onto his ship and were preparing to build a nest below the deck.

This made Captain Ghost very dissatisfied.

He waved the sailor sword in his hand, which was between reality and reality, and shouted trumpets in an attempt to drive the group of fishmen away, but these bold guys were not afraid of this ghost at all.

Under the leadership of the old blind man, they screamed wildly.

Plan to drive this nasty ghost off the ship.

Next to the old blind purple fishman who was dragging a black iron battle axe, there was a very clever looking fishman, waving a tattered flag in his hand.

The flagpole is just a long branch, with all the leaves removed, and it is curved.

The flag itself was a shirt that was found somewhere. After it was torn open, ground coral was mixed with blood and wine, and a pattern of a fish-man's head and a skull interlaced was smeared on it.

It's like a child's doodles.

The clever murloc waved the flag in his hand, and more than 20 other powerful murlocs carefully selected from the Long Beach tribe croaked and surrounded Captain Grayson.

They all held decent weapons in their hands. Although they might not be able to hurt the ghost, this scene still shocked the old ghost pirate.

But he risked his life to protect the ship he had just acquired.

He was about to rush over and fight with the ghost sailor sword, but since he had no physical body, these idiots couldn't hit him at all.

"boom"

A gunshot sounded from high above the lighthouse.

At the open window of the lighthouse, Blake was rubbing his eyes and yelling below:

"Why are you making such a fuss? Are you going to let people sleep? What happened?"

"It's a fish man! Your Excellency, Fleet Commander, these filthy beasts somehow climbed onto our ship. I am fulfilling the captain's mission! I am protecting my deck and driving them out."

Captain Grayson shouted towards the lighthouse. Blake, who was confused at this moment, rubbed his eyes and saw a bunch of croaking fishmen on the deck.

He also saw the big guy with purple skin.

"Uh, isn't this the old blind man?"

Blake said in surprise:

"Why doesn't it use a harpoon instead of an axe?"

"Quack gua gua"

Just when the commander of the pirate fleet was doubtful, a familiar cry sounded from not far away, and Benbolba was riding on the back of Old Bonechewer, flying towards Black.

It waved its hands to Blake and explained with croaking noises, its cute face showing pride, and finally whistled downwards in the air.

The murlocs who were confronting the ghost captain suddenly raised their heads, made a weird military salute, and shouted the name of Ben Bolba.

"Huh? You have your own pirate group too?"

Blake nodded happily, waved his hand and said:

"This is so true. The Murloc Pirates, well, it sounds very good. There are too many legendary Murlocs in this world. The old blind man is just the more famous one.

Keep up the good work, you little fool.

You finally showed a third ability besides treasure hunting and making me happy.

Go, go, take your men and go to the cabin.

Don't pay attention to that stupid ghost, he's just been dead for so long that his brain doesn't work anymore. "

The little fish man laughed, and drove Old Bone Eater to fly towards the ghost ship below. But soon, Black reacted. He squinted his eyes and threw a reconnaissance towards the pirate ship below.

As a result, I was dazzled by the blue and green lights on the deck.

Good guy.

This little fish man can treat his subordinates well.

Any fish-man has weapons of excellent quality in his hands. The battle ax of the old blind man and the one-handed hammer in the hands of the clever fish-man are both of elf quality.

It seems that this little guy has a lot of secrets to hide when searching for treasures for Blake.

Blackburn wanted to get angry. This kind of hiding of loot was a taboo for pirate gangs, and could easily lead to internal strife in which the spoils were unevenly distributed. But then he thought about it, Ben Bolba was his treasure-hunting fish-man.

It is his own pet. Even if he keeps it secret, those things are still his in name.

It's nothing more than turning from left hand to right hand.

Um.

First pretend not to know, let it continue to hide things, and then think of a way to steal all the little treasure trove of Benbolba at once.

The plan goes through!

"This is the ghost ship in sea stories."

A few minutes later, Blake packed up, took his hunter beast Frostclaw, and stepped onto the deck with three steps. Captain Grayson was already standing on the bow of the ship pretentiously, holding a sail knife in his hand and looking towards the deck with great satisfaction. Calm ocean view.

The ship's doctor, Natalie, was still dressed as before, wearing a long hood and holding the "Secret of the Void" in her hand.

Like a tourist, she carefully looked at all the details of this ghost ship, and she could also feel the lingering gloom and coldness on this ship.

This is an ominous creation, entwined with a chilling temperament.

"This is just the entry-level ghost ship, my ship's doctor lady."

Blake slapped the side of the ship and watched the old blind man on the deck, using rough methods that were not in line with the strength of the fishmen, and with the help of other fishmen, he pulled up the anchor that had been lowered into the water bit by bit.

He took another look at Grayson, who was standing at the bow of the ship, showing off his pirate temperament and pretending to be giving orders. He shook his head, patted the side of the ship gently, and said:

"set sail!"

The moment the order was issued, the entire ship immediately shook.

Without anyone operating it, the mainsail in the center of the deck clattered down, filled with the sea breeze, and then sailed out of the small pier little by little with constant vibration and shaking.

Ms. Natalie was stunned when she saw this scene. Blake glanced at her and felt happy when he saw the Archbishop's surprised look. He pretended to be calm and waved his hand, saying:

"What? Have you never been on a ghost ship before?"

"They are all things shaped by death and can understand and execute orders. This ship is one of the more 'stupid' ones, not even capable of diving into the water.

You can only perform these simple operations. When you reach the sea, you have to be led by the captain.

The ship you're going to be on is much smarter.

If you speak ill of it, it will eat you.

Alas, speaking of which, I haven’t seen the Nagfar for more than a month. I wonder how my precious ship is doing now? "

——

How is the situation on the Nagfar?

The answer is that this legendary ghost ship is in excellent condition now.

When the Commander of the Undead Fleet set off from Westfall to Tol Barad, the Nag'far was docked in Kul Tiras, a small secluded dock in the southwest of the Drustvar Mountains.

It is said that it is "stopped", but it is not appropriate. It should be called "dive".

The ghost ship is like a behemoth of the deep sea, hovering quietly in the deep water twenty meters above the sea. Its first mate, the pirate dragon Miss Sephiel, is currently in the captain's cabin, occupying Blake's gorgeous bed. , fast asleep.

She is in ghost form.

But it can't change the dragon's problems.

When you're bored, it's easy to fall into a long slumber.

Fortunately, the Nagfar has its own wisdom and consciousness and does not need this useless first mate to command it.

Above this ghostly sea water, by the dock, there is a local village called Falcon Grove, a mountain town on the edge of the Drustvar Mountains.

He was not very famous before, but in the past month, he has suddenly become famous.

At this time, lumberjacks from all over the Drustvar Mountains were summoned here by the "Albatross" Chamber of Commerce with a large sum of money. Under the leadership of the foreman, they went to cut wood in the red forest north of the town every day.

They will drag the collected wood back to the town, process it into thick wooden boards, and store it in the warehouse.

When late at night comes, there will be some knights dressed in weird clothes. They will take out the made wooden boards from the warehouse, tie them with stones, and push them into the water outside the town.

The ship spirit of the Nagfar will incorporate the wooden planks with dark power into its own hull, replacing the original decaying decks and hulls.

This process does not require human intervention, just like this ghost ship "changing clothes" for itself.

This action has been going on for a month and is coming to an end.

"It is like a beast that keeps eating. It has passed the period of weakness. After cutting off the carrion, it will soon become stronger again."

It's a pity that the wood from the Crimson Forest is only contaminated with an insufficient amount of dark magic power, and can barely be used by it.

But it's still hungry for better wood. "

On the deck of the Nagfar, the film of water that blocks the sea water creates a dry area underwater.

Wearing an arcanist's robe and holding a grimoire in his hand, the shadow of Elam is checking the overall status of the ghost ship.

While observing the pale and illusory shadow of the Archmage, he could clearly see that the replaced wood was being integrated into the entire ghost ship at a very fast speed.

The legendary power from the Nagfar is undergoing a "rebirth" that advances every moment.

This was a strange sight that the Archmage had never seen before, either during his lifetime or after his death. He was very interested in it and had been observing this "assimilation" phenomenon inside and outside the ship for many days.

Behind him, in the shadow cast by the stern of the ship under the water, a person whose figure he couldn't see clearly was leaning there and responded in a languid tone:

"I don't care about the condition of this ship, nor its desires. Right now, I'm only interested in its owner. The evil pirate who bound me to this ghost ship!

I have many, many things to say to him. "

This was a woman's voice, with a hint of calmness and unconcealed resistance in her words.

She seemed to hate the ship.

This is normal.

Compared with Sir Nielas Ellan, who came here voluntarily, this lady was forced to "board the ship" in a coma of soul. She didn't even have a chance to choose, so she became the "ship" on the Nagfar. passenger".

Her presence has become part of the ship's "self-defense power."

"I advise you not to be so impulsive and not to have any malicious intentions, General Lyressa."

Elan stroked the assimilated wood in front of him and said without looking back:

"Mr. Black is not a person who can reason with you. If you question him and demand him rashly, I don't think you will end up well.

Besides, I heard your story from First Mate Sephiel.

It is my understanding that it was Captain Black who saved you from the apocalypse of being consumed by Gul'dan's thrall. With your high elven traditions and etiquette.

You should view him as a benefactor, not an enemy. "

"I'm not a mage, and I'm not as smart as you to convince yourself to accept the fate of being bound to a ghost ship forever after death.

I do thank Lord Black for saving me from Gul'dan. "

The lady in the darkness said with a calm tone:

"But rather than this kind of 'eternal life', I hope he can send me into the cycle of life and death. The rangers of the Windrunner family are not afraid of death.

After dying in the war for my country, I have fulfilled my oath and mission, and I should be embarking on a peaceful path.

Not like this now. "

Elan didn't answer.

After a few minutes, he stood up, took out a quill pen, wrote his observation diary on the grimoire in his hand, and said in a calm tone to the grumbling Ms. Lyresa Windrunner behind him. :

“I have a child, for whom I have sacrificed my life, and for whom I would give even more.

I heard that you also have three daughters and a son, and they must be immersed in the pain of losing you now. Maybe saying this makes me seem quibbling.

but.

Think of your children, ma'am.

During the time you are trapped on this ship, you have at least one day every year to see them again, talk to them, and listen to their worries and joys.

I can see my children grow up with my own eyes, and I can watch them step into their own lives and destiny.

In the end, we can see them find their own happiness.

You could do more for them by seeing the lineage of the Windrunner family continue, rather than leaving them alone on their way to the afterlife.

This is one of the blessings of being a parent.

I am grateful for this fate.

Perhaps, you should also learn to be grateful for it. "