Shadow Trails in Azeroth

What was placed in Ben Bolba's hand was a black chain.

It looked unremarkable, even a little rough, with traces of rust on the surface. It was coiled together, with a short spear-like harpoon head attached to the front.

And with cruel and vicious barbs.

Once something like this pierces into the prey's body, it will definitely cause more horrific lacerations if it is pulled out with brute force.

The pirate reached out and touched the chain.

The character card immediately gives the entry:

Water of the Underworld·Mist Reaver Rope

Legendary quality [excellent creation]

Excellent endurance. Excellent agility. Excellent critical strike. Extraordinary agility.

Special effects:

1. Massacre in the Underworld:

When this rope pierces the prey's body, it will impose the mark of Hades on the poor life. When the mark is in effect, all the user's attacks on the target will have the effect of [Underworld Massacre].

The damage of all attacks against this target is increased by up to 30%.

The effect of Underworld Massacre is determined by the distance between the stalker and the target, and the increase will not be less than 10%.

This increase will continue to take effect until the target dies or the effect of Hell Mark is dispelled, and can only be applied to one target at the same time.

2. Things of excellence:

Using this destructive and vicious weapon requires extremely high skill, and if the user's hunting skills are not up to par, mistakes are likely to occur.

And the price of making a mistake is that your soul will be stolen away.

Keep this in mind.

In Hades, the weak do not deserve to live!

illustrate:

Every time the Hell Abyss swallows a soul, the ghostly wail will echo in the mist for a long time. This is Hela's way of promoting her viciousness and determination.

The power of Hades is imbued with this extraordinary creation, a reward from Hela for tens of thousands of years of loyal service to Summoner Anhild.

But for Anhilde, the leader of the Nine Martial Gods, she always considered herself a warrior rather than a hunter, so she did not need this vicious creation to increase her combat effectiveness.

The arrogant Anhelder would only regard it as a decoration.

But in your hands, it becomes the beginning of nightmares for all your enemies.

"You little clever guy, you always have a way to trick me into getting what you want, and it's always hard for me to refuse you. Who makes you my favorite fish-man baby?"

After reading the description of the entry, Blake shrugged and handed the trident in his hand to the eager Benbolba. He wrapped the black chain around his waist and said to the excited little fishman:

"Now, the Kraken Scepter will be kept by you for a few months, but only for your keeping! If you want to have a treasure of this quality forever, find me two more."

He stroked the chain around his waist and said to the little fish man:

"make a deal?"

"Quack!"

The little fish man waved his claws and made a deal-making gesture, obviously very confident in his treasure hunting ability.

It rubbed its paws together and took the golden trident, which was a huge thing to it. Fortunately, it was not heavy, otherwise it would have had to be held up by its fish-men warriors.

In the joyful singing of Benbolba, the moon-white owl carried it hard and staggered out of the Nagfar, and saw the little fish man jumping down from behind the owl.

In its own cheers, it dragged the trident scepter and went to the deep sea to find "new friends" to play with.

"Do you know how many of these things the Nagas actually made?"

Blake watched the little fishman disappear into the sea with the sea monster scepter. He turned back to the first mate Sephiel behind him and said:

"I feel like I have found another reason for the Nagas to fight. If I had twenty of these things in my hand, I would dare to rush into the military port of Kul Tiras now.

Dai Lin and the Tide Sage will all be easily defeated by the sea monsters under my command.

If I had thirty, I would even dare to go to Nyalotha and the Sleeping City. "

"Definitely not as many as thirty."

Sephiel shook his head and said:

"Although there are many sea monsters in the whole world, one as powerful as this one is rare. But I do know that there is a very powerful sea monster in the deep sea of ​​Kalimdor.

When Chromie was a baby dragon, he fought with it and was almost dragged into the sea. "

"Tethyr, I know it. It is a free sea monster that is not controlled by Naga. There is also a sea monster Krolas in the deep sea of ​​Vashj'ir."

Blake spoke the names of the sea monsters in his memory like a riddle. He rubbed his chin and said slowly:

"I also know about another sea monster, which is the treasure in the hands of the Nagas. The famous Yusila tut, he will snatch that scepter if he has the chance.

It should now be in the hands of Azshara's favorite maid, Vashj.

Ah, there are so many good things in Naga's hands.

I really want to drive a boat to Nazjatar and plunder it now. There are so many treasures hidden in this world. Sometimes I really feel that even if I spend my whole life exploring this sea, it will be difficult to find them all. "

The pirate touched the cold chain around his waist and said:

"Without these cute gadgets, I might be able to become a hero peacefully. But there is no way, who made me such a greedy stinky pirate?

Speaking of stinky pirates, it's time for me to meet Captain Elres. Help me pick out a meet-and-greet gift, my first mate. "

"His ship is in such a state of ruin that it needs to be repaired."

The pirate dragon pushed up his pirate hat, the smart first mate rolled his eyes and said to his captain:

"The Sister of Mercy is also a ghost ship. In theory, it can also perform the keel casting ceremony. Perhaps the remaining keels of the Nagfar can be used to repair the ship.

He will be very happy. "

"Yeah, that makes sense."

Blake nodded and said:

"By the way, give it to Grayson, he also deserves credit for this trip.

Give them the keel, and once they start to transform their ghost ship, they will have to get more, but if they are asked to steal the keel themselves, they will definitely not be able to do it.

If they want their ship to complete this harsh transformation ritual, they must remain attached to me for a long time.

Wonderful!

Tie their lifeblood, and you won't be afraid that they won't work hard. Tsk tsk, didn’t you see that, my first mate, you are so sophisticated in using such despicable means. "

"Well"

Sephiel was stunned for a moment, then nodded seriously and said:

"Yes, that's what I think. Sure enough, you understand me, Captain."

Half an hour later, in the pirate town of Scoundrel Harbor at night, the female pirate Anne Bonn was taking her final revenge.

With the death of "Mad Dog" Jonah Sterling, the Vrykul pirates were massacred, and the Hades reinforcements were repulsed, the entire Rogue Port has fallen into the hands of the undead pirates.

The pirates who participated in backstabbing to expel Anne will now be tied to a temporary wooden frame erected in the town. Anne will burn them all to commemorate those subordinates who died on the way to escape.

The other surviving pirates were driven to the center of the town by the Nightborne to witness this brutal scene with their own eyes.

This is also how Annie helps Black and the undead pirates establish their authority.

As for the treasures on the island, they are being counted by Quartermaster Eudora and her fox pirates. Early tomorrow morning, part of these treasures will be distributed to all the pirates who participated in the attack on Rogue Port. .

On the quiet coast of Scoundrel Harbor, three ghost captains sat around a bonfire. In front of them, there were a large number of seaweed, shellfish and large masses of weird garbage remaining on the coast.

Those are the "corpses" left behind by the Hell Undead after their retreat.

"boom"

Blake threw the big bag he was holding in front of Grayson and Captain Elres, and ruthlessly smashed a small crab to death. He sat on the rotten wood beside the campfire, took out the dwarf pipe, filled it with tobacco, and said:

“Both of your ghost ships need to be repaired.

The keel is installed here, which can strengthen the defense of your ship. As for the wood needed to repair the ship, I also have a plan and will find it in a few days.

This is very precious material. If it weren't for your outstanding performance tonight, I would not give it to you. "

"Thank you, Commander."

Captain Grayson was already very familiar with Black. He thanked him in a nonchalant manner, opened the bag, hummed a song, and took out the keel, preparing to replace it on his beloved ship soon.

In the crackling fire, Elres, who looked like a thin old man, wearing a wrinkled pirate trench coat and a worn-out pirate hat, did not move.

The old pirate held his rusty command knife and stared at Black on the other side of the bonfire with a strange look.

After several seconds of silence, the old captain spoke:

"Greyson tell me, your last name is Proudmoore? Is it the Proudmoore from Kul Tiras?"

"There are actually quite a few people with the surname Proudmoore in the Eastern Continent. But when everyone mentions this surname, the first thing they think of is the Kul Tiras family."

Blake answered without raising his head:

"Does my last name cause you any trouble? Sir Elres."

"Troubled?

Such formal words are really not something a pirate would say.

Even though you wear pirate clothes, even though you hang out with a group of pirates, let them fear you.

Although you dress exactly like a pirate, and although you try hard to look like a ruthless, stinky pirate, you and we are not the same kind. "

The old captain sneered, sneered in a voice that could make a child cry, and spat rudely to the side.

He said to Blake:

"The smell you exude, that smell mixed with sea water and gunfire, reminds me of some very bad memories."

"oh?"

Black held the pipe in his mouth but did not light it. He looked at the old pirate in front of him and said:

"The bad memories refer to nearly seventy or eighty years ago, when you and your North Sea pirates were driven from Tol Barad to the waters of Northrend by my grandfather who commanded the fleet like mice. Something?

I guess that defeat must have hurt your heart and broken your heart. I heard that you died of illness within a few years of escaping to Rogue Harbor. It must be a pity, right?

When you take your last breath, you must be thinking about the biggest failure in your life.

Even if I don't know much about you, I can feel the regret and resentment in your heart. You must want to kill me with a knife now. It doesn't matter, I won't laugh at you because of your failure.

I know that if I had been commanding the North Sea pirates at that time, I would not have done any better than you when faced with my grandfather's Kul Tiran fleet, which was not yet in its prime but had already begun to reveal its ferocious power. "

Blake paused, and his eyes turned from the old pirate to the burning bonfire in front of him. He seemed to see something from the bonfire, and he said:

"I actually haven't met my grandfather. I heard my father say something about him. My grandfather regarded defeating you and your North Sea pirates as a victory worth bragging about.

You may not know that in a certain hall of Proudmoore Fortress, there is an oil painting of that battle hanging on the wall, which was painted by my grandfather himself.

You in that picture were much more majestic than you are now.

Now you are just a forgotten ghost who has already died with hatred and turned into an undead in anger. You only know how to blame yourself and wander alone in the cold wind of the frozen sea.

Elres, whom my grandfather considered a rival, is dead.

Now, let alone revenge, as long as you dare to leave here, it will be difficult for you to survive under the pursuit of Hela's servants.

Hela needs a pirate powerful enough to hunt me down, and you are a perfect fit. "

He looked at Elres, who was full of anger, and said:

"If you don't tell me secretly, I'm attracted to your Sister of Mercy. I need a gunboat like this that can deliver a lot of firepower in my fleet.

You can choose to join us.

You can also leave with your share of the treasure, or even join Hela's side.

I won't force you. "

"Is there anyone who negotiates like this? There is no sincerity at all other than offering fire!"

The old captain Elres cursed:

"When you invite others to join us, you want to make some promise or something. Even if it's a lie, it has to be a formality. But you, a miser, are not willing to give me even a lie.

Hateful bilge rat, descendant of Proudmoore, what good can I gain by inviting me to join your fleet? "

"No, I'm not stingy at all."

Blake picked up a burning stick in the bonfire in front of him and lit his pipe. When the first wisp of smoke came out and covered his face, he said:

"I will return you to Tol Barad after so many years.

I will give you a battlefield for another battle with the Kul Tiran fleet on the sea.

I will let you enjoy the feeling of sailing in Port Boralus in your own boat and feel like you are in the middle of nowhere.

After you help me destroy the Church of Storms and defeat the proud warriors of Kul Tiras, I will even allow you to enter the family cemetery of House Proudmoore.

Let you hand a glass of wine in front of my grandfather's tombstone with your own hands, and then mock him to your heart's content.

I am a philanthropic ruler and will become a generous king in the future. "

The pirate glanced at the old pirate who was already standing on the other side of the bonfire. He took off his pipe, blew out a wisp of white smoke, and said in a gentle tone:

"And you, poor ghost, know nothing of my generosity."