Shadow Trails in Azeroth

Two days later, on the route from Northrend to the eastern continent, three ships were traveling at a speed far exceeding that of ordinary ships.

They are lined up in a sailing posture, riding the wind and waves, but if an ordinary person sees them, they will definitely be frightened into a cold sweat, because these three ships are all ghost ships.

Well, of course, there's a greater chance that the average person might not be intimidated.

Because they couldn't see these three ships at all.

The ocean mist of the Nagfar is like a moving mist, wrapping the three ships in it, and the sea wind cannot blow away the mist.

On the Sister of Mercy in the center, the old pirate Elrez, wearing an old pirate captain's uniform and pirate hat, would also stand in front of the helm of his beloved ship.

This time he followed Black back to Tol Barad. In addition to revisiting his old place, he also wanted to equip his Sister of Mercy with the most powerful naval battle cannon of this era to give the ghost ship more powerful destructive power.

After the change of clothes is completed, he and Grayson will return to Northrend with the North Sea fanatics.

Black has made the decision that the undead fleet will be divided into two parts.

Part of them followed him as the commander and stopped in the eastern continent.

The other part was given to Grayson to command, and Elres served as his deputy, commanding the North Sea fanatics to occupy the waters of Northrend and seize the route from the eastern continent to Northrend in order to make profits.

In other words, Blake is about to have two fleets, but he still has almost no real battleships under his command.

But it doesn't matter, the problem of lack of ordinary warships in the fleet will soon be solved.

"While we are returning to Northern Xinjiang this time, we will send people to Kul Tiras."

In the captain's cabin of the Nagfar, Blake was looking at the charts. He changed back into the familiar Pirate King suit, mainly because Sephiel had a beautiful new uniform and no longer wanted this tattered suit. The pirate pretended.

So he generously returned it to his captain.

The pirate sat on his vulgar and gorgeous chair. He ordered the first parasaurus next to him, who was holding a mirror and adjusting his appearance:

"Remember to remind me when the time comes that I need the 'Albatross' of Kul Tiras to be active. I heard that the Kultian Navy is about to retire a batch of old warships, and all of those ships must be eaten!

When they arrive, the Immortal Fleet will truly have regional naval dominance.

I also need to contact the Goblin Consortium in Booty Bay. The reconstruction of Nathalas College this time has made my old friend the rich man Levigaz's mouth full of food. It's time for him to repay me.

My fleet must be equipped with the best goblin naval guns, sufficient armaments, one musket per man, and an escort rotorcraft formation dedicated to two logistics ships. "

"You ask for too much, Captain."

Pirate Dragon frowned and said:

"You gave all the treasures on Treasure Island to the dean to rebuild the college. Now, although there are many treasures that you have been collecting, most of them are handicrafts and cultural relics that cannot be cashed in immediately.

We don't have that much cash to buy ships and armaments at the same time.

Although the goblins also collect crafts and cultural relics, those cunning bastards will definitely keep the price as low as possible. Selling them directly would be too much of a loss. However, we can 'borrow' some from Anaris first.

If all the 'start-up capital' given to her by Captain Yuejun's sister is used, it should be enough to complete this major change. "

"ha?"

Blake, who was wearing a red eye patch, had a strange expression and looked at Sephiel. He said:

"You want me to borrow money from my captain? You want me to be a slave to the Yuejun family?"

"snort."

Sephiel raised his delicate chin and said in a playful tone:

"If you really have this plan, trust me, Anares will definitely send herself to your bed clean and smelling good. Not only her, but her sister will probably be willing as well.

After all, based on political and family survival considerations, apart from completely tying the Yuejun family to the great magister of Suramar, the most cost-effective investment for the two sisters at present is to 'buy shares' in the undead fleet.

I know best the thoughts of those thousand-year-old nobles.

As long as they can keep the family prosperous, not to mention two sisters serving one husband together, they can do anything that will destroy their outlook on life.

However, if you think about it on the other hand, if you can really get the terrifying financial support of the Yuejun family, the captain will not have to spend money to buy old ships. He can simply build a new fleet in Kul Tiras with a wave of his hand. "

"never mind."

This very tempting proposal made Blake ponder for a few seconds, and finally shook his head.

He said with emotion:

"If I really have to sell myself to support the fleet, I don't deserve to be the Pirate King. Besides, if I really have to sell myself, I can't sell it to the Yuejun family.

Now I run to see Daelin. As long as I lower my face and call "Dad", the entire Kul Tiras navy will be mine.

But dominating the sea in that sense is so boring. "

"That's true."

Sephiel nodded with deep understanding, she poked her cheek and said:

"Then we have to find a way to quickly sell the handicrafts and cultural relics we have. Speaking of the forces that are most interested in those things in Azeroth,

Dwarven Explorers' Guild? "

"No."

Blake shook his head, held out three fingers and said:

"The Dwarf Explorers Association, Quel'dorei's Relic Association, and the notorious relic dealers. The most generous among them is the Relic Association.

But the elves are high-minded and probably look down on the troll's burial objects.

So, let’s sell all three of them.

Artifacts and artifacts from the Elven Empire are sold to the Quel'dorei. The ones with the most archaeological significance are sold to the dwarves. As for the hot funerary objects, leave them to the cultural relic dealers.

Calculating this way, raising enough funds should not be a problem. "

He rubbed his chin and thought for a while, then said to Sephiel:

"I'm going to Quel'Thalas soon, I'll contact the Sacred Relic Association.

As for the dwarves, in the name of Narthalas College, write a letter to Brian Bronzebeard, the honorary president of the Explorers Association, and invite him to Dalaran.

Finally, there is the cultural relic dealer, which is best dealt with.

Let Red Jack send people to the Kingdom of Stormwind to find a guy named Bard Nedrak.

Invite them to Tol Barad. The Nedrak family is a dealer in ancestral cultural relics. They are the most famous black merchants in the circle. They have great hands and eyes, and they know the best.

You are responsible for this. "

"no problem."

Sephiel nodded, waved his hand downwards, and said confidently:

"I will definitely drive down the price very hard and try to get a good price for those funerary objects."

"you?"

Blake glanced at the confident Sephiel with suspicion and said:

"Ask Eudora to be your deputy. I still believe in the strength of the fox people in settling accounts. Just show them the samples on the Alpaca, hand over the money with one hand, and deliver the goods with the other.

We're not afraid of them playing tricks on our territory, huh? "

Just as he said this, the pirate suddenly had a thought in his mind. He made a pause gesture towards Sephiel, holding the Skull of Gul'dan on his chest, and responded to the call in his mind.

The next moment, a demonic portal opened in the captain's cabin.

As the strong aura of evil energy emitted, the elite demon guard Crazy Clifland, who had grown in size, strode out with a half-dead demon imp in his hand.

With a bang, the devil kid who was beaten with a bruised nose and face and only half of his life was thrown to the ground.

It seemed to know what was going to happen next. It howled and tried to escape, but was stepped on by the grinning demon guard and broke its legs. The little devil screamed in pain.

"Hey, look, who's coming home?"

Blake leaned on his captain's chair, put his hands on the armrests, and said sarcastically:

"Isn't this our powerful, terrifying, and evil Lord Daglop? Did he get lost and run into the hellhound's den during an excursion in the Twisting Nether?

Why is it so miserable?

You are so careless. "

The pirates spoke in devilish language.

The devil kid in pain raised his head with difficulty and tried to beg for mercy, but when he saw the red strips on the pirate's eyes, more straightforward fear suddenly appeared in his cunning and vicious eyes.

It seemed that what was coming from the blindfold was pressure that it could not bear at all, and its words for mercy were choked in its mouth and could not be uttered at all.

"You see, I have always been a very reasonable warlock. I helped you complete your revenge, I helped you punish the demons who disrespected the contract, and I helped you gain fame in the world of demons.

I have never treated you badly. I should give you as much of your soul as possible.

Even the harshest devil cannot accuse me of violating the summoning contract. "

Blake spoke in a gentle tone and said to the kid with only half a life left at his feet:

"But how did you repay me? You accused me of violating the contract for no reason, so you refused my call, refused to serve me, and violated the agreement we made before.

You must have found a valuable treasure from Sharazane's lair, but what I want is only 80%. Can't you still keep 20%?

I've been generous enough to you, Daglop.

But you let me down.

If I don't punish you for such a shameful betrayal, how will you let me, the warlock mentor, face my fellow warlocks in the future? If they know this story, they will think that I am weak and can be bullied.

My good reputation is over.

So, unfortunately, I have to give you a punishment that you will never forget, provided that you still have future words. "

Black gestured to his demon guard.

Clinflan grinned ferociously and grabbed the betrayed imp, carrying it like a chicken, and returned to the demon portal behind him. Demons cannot be killed in the material world.

The moment their bodies die, they will return to the Twisting Nether, but when killed in the Twisting Nether, the demon is truly dead.

Obviously, the pirates no longer intend to save the life of this duplicitous brat.

"No! No, I am willing to give you all the treasures! Master, master, please spare me!"

The kid screamed like crazy.

How smart it is. It has already sensed the pirate's murderous intention, so it yelled, threw something, and shouted:

"I only found this one thing there, please, there are no other treasures at all, I can't give you 80%, please, I was just obsessed for a moment.

I beg you.

Give me another chance and I will devote all my loyalty! "

"Um?"

The pirate had no intention of sparing the brat.

But what it dropped on Blake's desk did attract the pirate's attention. Because during Blake's investigation, the thing shone with an exciting orange light.

He coughed, and the loyal demon guard stopped. The pirate stretched out his hand and touched the pendant with a weird elf style and a strong demon style.

The character card immediately gives the entry:

Masterpiece by Predaz Savalik

Legendary quality [excellent creation]

Excellent stamina.Excellent critical strike.Excellent spell agility.

Item effects:

Gives the user a layer of magic shield every 30 seconds, which absorbs destructive power equivalent to 25% of the user's maximum health. The effect lasts for 30 seconds.

Item Description:

Pridaz Savaric was a brilliant Highborne jeweler who suffered a terrible fate on the day he devoted all his energy to crafting a perfect piece of jewelry for his esteemed Queen.

But there is actually nothing wrong with becoming a Sartre, except that the mind is twisted to the point of darkness and greed.

Savaric, who was "reborn" in the evil energy, suddenly realized that perhaps he was the most suitable master of his own masterpiece rather than the Queen who could not save him.

Unfortunately, the failure of the Burning Legion caused Savaric to lose his masterpiece forever. It did not know that his treasure had become an "artifact" that countless demons longed for in the Twisting Nether.

Perhaps, he should feel proud of this.

Listen, the original wearer of this jeweled amulet hummed a gloomy tune, wandering in the darkness deep in Felwood. As the notes flowed, painful wails from the distance sounded from time to time.

Notice:

The owner of this amulet is still alive in the world of Azeroth. When you use it, it will also attract the attention of the satyr demon who lost the treasure.

They will stop at nothing to get it back for their leader.

"Well."

The pirate stretched out his hand to wipe off the devil's blood on this weird jewelry amulet and handed it to Sephiel. The first mate personally put this beautiful and evil jewelry amulet around his neck for his captain.

After this very ceremonial process was over, Blake knocked on the table and said:

"This treasure is enough to buy your life. Go away! Don't appear in front of me or my servants in the future."

"No!"

The kid broke free from the demon guard and knelt down in front of the pirate with a thud. It shouted:

"I really know that I was wrong, Master. I want to continue to be loyal to you, the evil one."

"Pooh."

The demon guard behind it spat roughly with hot saliva, and said angrily to the pirate:

"It was chased by many demons just because it held the artifact. It was afraid. If this coward dared to go back to Twisting the Void, he would be hacked to death by the demons immediately!"

"No! I am really willing to devote my loyalty to you. Please give me another chance."

The embarrassed Daglopp said in a flattering tone:

"I have learned a terrible news for the evil master. This news is related to the life and death of you and your world. Please believe me, master.

I 'voluntarily' returned here just to warn you. "

Seeing the disapproval on Blake's face, it gritted its teeth and shouted:

"Archimund is coming to Azeroth!"

"The Defiler is determined to destroy this miserable world. Master, run away!"