Shadow Trails in Azeroth

After defeating Quel'dorei's pursuers with lightning storms and demigod blows, the Nag'far disappeared into the night tide under the moonlight while the elves watched with complicated expressions.

It escaped into the sea and disappeared.

Even the best rangers can no longer lock onto its presence.

The ship spirit, which had been strengthened many times, did not need Black's instructions at all, and all the magic marks left by the Phoenix Mage on the ship were removed by the waves.

Therefore, when a ship has its own consciousness, it is very convenient to do anything.

“When you said you had your own treasure ship, I thought you were talking about a pirate ghost ship from the story.

Well, I mean, the kind of ship that is shabby on the outside, spooky and weird, with cobwebs or rusty barnacles on the inside, and a dirty pirate flag hanging on the outside.

There should be a lively crowd of scum of all races gathering on your ship, spewing obscene words. "

When the Nag'far was diving deep into the dark sea, slowly sailing out of the waters of Quel'Thalas like a giant beast, Captain Black was personally taking his sister to visit his precious ship.

Fenna Golden Sword also made no secret of her curiosity and love for the Nagfar.

She walked in the cabin, feeling the ship's unique structure and extremely clean internal facilities. She felt as if she was not walking in a ghost ship, but more like walking in a special environment made of magic.

She said to Blake, who was smiling proudly like a master beside her:

"How did you get it?"

"Ah, that's a long story."

The pirate patted the bulkhead beside him proudly and said to Fenna Golden Sword:

"I snatched this treasure from Hella Queen Hela. It was an expedition outside the civilized world. I commanded a group of undead souls that had been cursed for seven thousand years and defeated Hela's best soul guide. By.

If you are interested, I will tell you slowly some other time.

Hey, girl over there, stop running around in the cabin! "

Blake turned back to Caitlin Ruinweaver, a young girl with an excited face who was wandering around the cabin like an adventure:

"The Nagfar is a legendary ghost ship. She has her own consciousness, and she is very fond of young, beautiful and energetic souls like you.

You must be very attractive in her eyes.

If you make her unhappy, she'll eat you up when you go to bed tonight.

I don't want the first thing I do when I get up tomorrow morning to be collecting your body. "

"Oh, I know."

Caitlin immediately put on an honest and well-behaved look.

But looking at the way her eyes were darting around, it was clear that this bold girl didn't listen to Blake's words at all. By the way, how did Archmage Ansrem, who was rigid, serious and difficult to get along with, raise a daughter with such a personality?

"You're scaring her, right?"

The powerful elf warrior Fenna felt a little confused. She looked around at the dim cabin and asked in a low voice to her brother:

"Some soul-eating ghost story."

"I wish I was scaring her."

Blake patted his sister on the shoulder meaningfully and whispered:

"But a keen elf like you should have felt that soul-level gaze when you first boarded the ship. My ship is really alive.

And she's really a 'picky eater'.

But don't worry, she always wants to give me, the captain, some face. As long as she doesn't go rummaging around in the lowest cabin, she shouldn't be disturbed.

Okay, you guys have had a rough night, go and have some rest.

My first mate has arranged a large cabin for you, and I have arranged for little Dorothy to take care of you. A late-night snack will be delivered to you later. Go to bed early tonight.

I'll send you to Dalaran in a few days. "

After saying that, Blake nodded to his sister, looked back at Caitlin, who was pretending to be well-behaved, and then disappeared into the shadow of the cabin.

"This ship is alive."

Fenner rubbed her arms vigorously.

She felt uncomfortable all over her body now. Although she was a powerful warrior and had the remnants of Tyr's power, she shouldn't be afraid of these gods and ghosts.

But girls.

There are always some weird "little weaknesses".

Fenna, an elf who can stand up to violent orcs, has been afraid of anything related to ghosts since she was a child. But that's okay. There are elven mages in Dalaran who are afraid of snakes, right?

"Sister Fenna."

The long-legged girl Caitlin stepped forward. She held Fenner's wrist and whispered:

"Your friend is so awesome. I never thought that my trip to Silvermoon City would end with me riding a legendary ghost ship home. My old-fashioned father probably wouldn't believe my crazy words. But it's a good story to brag about in the pub.

By the way, is that pirate named Black Shaw? "

"Um?"

Miss Jin Jian looked at Caitlin doubtfully and said:

"Have you heard his name before?"

"Well, not only have I heard his name, but he also saved my life."

With a sense of pride, Caitlin puffed up her chest and told her good friends about how she was almost kidnapped by a mob after drinking in Dalaran.

Finally, he explained:

"At that time, I had a bad relationship with my father, so I became addicted to alcohol. I only knew that he saved me, but I never could see him.

The contact I was familiar with in Dalaran also disappeared.

It is said that he returned to Gilneas to inherit the family business. Now that I happened to meet him, I would like to thank him for his kindness in saving me at that time. It's a pity that I just don't know what Captain Black likes? "

"Ah, it's very simple. The bad captain likes treasures the most. If you give him a lot of money, he will be very happy. The captain is an easily satisfied person."

The voice of a smiling little girl suddenly sounded behind Fenner and Caitlin. There was an illusory emptiness in this voice, which made Fenna jump out of her wits, and she turned around and made an attack movement.

Then she saw a little human ghost wearing a beautiful red skirt, exquisite red shoes, and a princess braid, holding a little lion doll.

The latter was also looking up at her.

The big eyes were full of curiosity.

On the chest of this little ghost, there is a very special golden badge, which writes her identity in human and elven languages: "Second Honorary Actor of the Karazhan Grand Opera Company Oz Emerald Dorothy"

"Hey, are you little Dorothy?"

Caitlin was bolder.

She had seen the ghosts occasionally summoned by mages in Dalaran when they were conducting experiments, but they were completely different from the stiff Fenner. She knelt down, touched little Dorothy's head, and said:

"Captain Black said you will take care of us these days, please."

"Haha, I'm honored too, two beautiful sisters."

Little Dorothy pinched the corner of her skirt and made a ladylike bow. The lively little ghost said to Caitlin and Fenner:

"It's a little early to go to rest. Do you want to go down to the cabin and watch the play our opera troupe is rehearsing? Today's rehearsal is "The Island of Scoundrels."

It's a new play written by Mr. Barnes.

It tells the story of Captain Black leading the undead fleet to bravely break into the base camp of the evil North Sea pirates, Port Rogue, and there are also appearances by the sea monster and the evil Queen Val'kyr.

There is also the song "Blue Dragon Elegy" that will be performed tomorrow. It's a pity that the big lazy little Xingxing ran away, otherwise she would be the absolute heroine. "

"Really? It looks very interesting."

Caitlin comes from a family of archmage, and her taste is naturally very elegant. She also likes operas and other things. She turned back to look at Finna Golden Sword, who wanted to see it, but also asked hesitantly:

"Is that opera company of yours serious? I mean, are all the actors in it ghosts?"

"Ah, no."

Little Dorothy put her hands on her hips and said seriously:

“Most of them are ghosts, but there are also some acting pirates, cute children of the Night, and little fox-men who occasionally make guest appearances.

We also have tigers, bears and werewolves, howling, very scary.

Elf sister, are you afraid of ghosts? "

"I'm not afraid! As a powerful warrior, I'm not afraid of anything!"

"But your legs are shaking."

"It's cold!"

——

While Fenner and Caitlin ran downstairs to watch the opera, on the stern of the ship, in the cabin belonging to Windrunner's mother, the final steps of "resurrection" were taking place.

The black coffin that had been retrieved had been opened, and the remains of Lyresa Windrunner stored in it amazed the well-informed bronze dragon first mate.

"See, did I say it? These elves are good at preserving corpses."

Blake pointed to the body in the coffin and said to Sephiel:

"It's so lifelike, as if it will come alive the next moment when you open your eyes."

"Yes."

The first auxiliary dragon also scratched his head and said suspiciously:

"But something doesn't feel right. Even an elf, even a legend, should be a bit decayed after being dead for so long. Ms. Lilesa, did you take any strange medicine or was there any magic released before you? "

"No. I have been cursed by troll witch doctors many times."

Windrunner’s mother was also a little surprised.

She looked at her remains in the coffin, thought over and over again, and joked:

"Those trolls want me to die. Every time I fight with Amani, Zuljin will send many witch doctors to try to curse me to death with various curses and voodoo.

But I'm sure that the current situation is definitely not due to the troll curse.

But it's not a big deal. "

As she spoke, she jumped her spirit body into the coffin with light movements, returning her soul to her body as if it were overlapping. The pirate also stretched out his hand to hold Lilesa's excessively cold wrist.

Infuse the death power of the "Nine Martial Gods·Death Allegiance" stored in your own power column into the re-merging soul and body.

He had consulted "professionals" in this area before.

The old lich Meri Winterwind told him that Lyresa Windrunner could naturally complete the "resurrection" of the undead without using the power of death.

But with the blessing of the divine power of death, her strength after resurrection will be closer to its peak state.

If the divine power of death is pure, it will also allow the resurrected Ranger General to achieve a breakthrough in strength.

As for the entries in the divine power column disappearing, the pirates are not distressed.

He couldn't absorb and transform the power of death. Instead of keeping it forever, he might as well give it to Windrunner's mother to make her stronger. After all, she is his retainer, and the more powerful she is, the smoother his future career will be.

Minnie, the big leopard, lay obediently beside the coffin, looking up at her "sleeping" owner, and protecting her at the same time.

While waiting for recovery, Blake and Sephiel chatted about the battle between the pirates and the young Windrunners tonight.

"Sylvanas' current strength is really poor. I have seen Alleria Windrunner's heroic fighting appearance on the battlefield before, and she is much more powerful than her sister."

Blake took out the wine bottle, took a small sip, and complained again.

"Of course."

The first mate Pirate Dragon snorted and said a little eloquently:

"Sylvanas has not experienced the greatest suffering in her life. She has not gained enough strength from death to transform her. She has not yet found a goal that is enough to transcend the ordinary and move towards excellence.

The original revenge of killing his mother became difficult to find an enemy due to the defeat of the orcs.

Of course she lacks the motivation to become stronger.

And according to the current trend of the world, it is difficult to say whether Sylvanas will become the vicious and powerful dark queen who draws power from death. "

"But I guess the mentor may not care whether her daughter is strong or not."

Blake glanced at Lyressa "sleeping" in the coffin, and he said softly:

"She just hopes that they will not go through another war that can destroy everything. She is loyal to me to continue to protect them. The mentor is really a good mother, a good general, and a good elf.

After her death, she also worked hard to cleanse Quel'Thalas of the original sin of demon addiction, hoping to let her people throw away their burdens and start anew.

It's a pity that she thought better. "

Blake pouted and said:

"But her three daughters are really not economical. No matter how the world changes, they are probably destined to make a career."

"Well, that's true."

Sephiel also nodded, and she asked again:

"Are you using the Warden's moonlight enhancement smoothly? You seem to be very happy bullying Sylvanas."

The pirate laughed, shrugged, and didn't answer.

He was very satisfied with the actual combat effect of the Watcher's strengthening under the moonlight.

In the ghost state just now where he couldn't lock or sense, and I could only hit you, but you couldn't hit me, he even had the confidence to single out a legendary warrior.

Well, forget about the legendary mage.

Although it is strengthened by moonlight, once the legendary mage finds an opportunity, especially a strong man like Prince Faroldis, the instantaneous meteorite and skyfire will smash into the entire area like an AOE, and the pirates will definitely feel uncomfortable.

It can even cause serious injury in an instant.

After all, the moonlight form is just permanent shadow escape, not invincible. The enemy cannot sense him, but he will still die if he is not careful.

Moreover, spellcasters have many ways to isolate the moonlight from nature.

This is probably the biggest disadvantage of moonlight enhancement.

Just like tonight's battle, once there is no moonlight, Black will probably win against Sylvanas Windrunner, but it won't be so easy.

He waited for several minutes, but saw no movement in the coffin, so he asked Mother Windrunner to investigate.

The feedback information made the pirate's eyes widen:

Name: "Chief Retainer" Lylessa Windrunner

Race: Elf Quel'dorei

Status: Legendary Body [Fusion of Death Divine Power]·Soul Body Reconstruction (countdown 14 days, 23 hours and 55 minutes)

Common occupations: Level 60 Hunter·Elite/Level 60 Ranger·Elite/Level 60 Assassin

Legendary profession: Level 12 Windrunner·Leader (career transformation [Dark Ranger] in progress)

"Another new ship profession that you have never played before."

Blake suddenly said something, causing Sephiel to look at him in confusion.

The captain did not explain much, but with a fascinated smile on his face, he turned back to the first mate and said:

"You arrange for someone to watch here. It may take half a month for my mentor to wake up. I'm going to take a rest. I will meet with the envoy of the Sacred Relic Society tomorrow.

I hope the taste of those archaeologists doesn't disappoint me, and I still hope to make a fortune from them. "