Shadow Trails in Azeroth

The smelly pirate stayed in the warlock tower for three whole days, studying Gul'dan's warlock magic without sleep.

He was immersed in a sea of ​​evil knowledge and could not extricate himself.

But even though Black was so leisurely in these three days, the entire Tol Barad was very busy, because the huge wealth brought back by the undead pirates from Dalaran needed to be accounted for.

Quartermaster Eudora pulled every guy in the entire fleet who could write and calculate, regardless of race or identity, into the fully enclosed Vulper caravan camp.

Because the accounts were too complicated, the turtles headed by Kou Qiao were finally asked to help.

Each of these guys is an expert in settling accounts, and with their help, the process will go smoothly.

A large number of people gathered together to calculate the accounts for three full days, and Maimu and the orc pirates also stayed outside the camp for three full days.

This kind of thing involving the exchange of large amounts of money should never be taken lightly, not to mention that on an island where pirates gather together, everyone is suspected of stealing!

Therefore, everyone who enters or exits must be searched! Lest they accidentally take away something they shouldn't.

The ancestral turtles settle accounts and act as treasure tasters.

The inconvenient artworks and strange gadgets that the pirates brought out from Dalaran were bought on the spot by the wealthy turtles.

Such a happy harvest has made a group of ancestor turtles happy to eat a few more bowls in the past few days.

It is said that on the Treasure Coast, Black's good friend, the ruler of Treasure Bay, the rich goblin Levigaz, has formed the most powerful goblin temporary fleet since the establishment of Treasure Bay.

He came all the way to Tol Barad Island, preparing to count the treasures on the spot, and then transport those glittering little cuties back to the goblin vault.

Because the amount of wealth was so staggering, the goblins did not even dare to announce it, let alone hire mages to transport it through portals.

If any mage has evil intentions, it will be all over.

But no matter how much treasure there is, it has nothing to do with stinky pirates.

This money is just transferred between the Goblin Treasure House and the Goblin Plutocrats in Booty Bay. After it is sent back, it will be exchanged for various military supplies and used to renovate the first batch of six Kul Tiran decommissioned warships to arrive in Stranglethorn Vale. .

After that, there will be a second batch of six ships, which have now entered the purchase and delivery process under the negotiation between the Albatross business group and the great merchant of Kul Tiras, Duke Farrewell.

They are also anxiously waiting for the money to arrive for payment, and the subsequent ship modification will cost a lot of money.

In addition, Black also used pirate engineer Fuslag's relationship to order another sixty goblin rotorcraft with the highest configuration in the engineering workshop of Booty Bay.

Even if the rich man Levigaz gave a 9.5% discount on the pirate fleet renovation for the sake of his friendship with Black, it was still a large sum that would make those luxurious kings heartbroken. expenses.

After all the calculations, it would be good if only one-fifth of the wealth that the pirates plundered in Dalaran was left after all the expenses.

The naval fleet is indeed not something that ordinary people can afford.

This still does not take into account the cost of building their own ships, and the salary that pirates receive from the fleet is not as high as that of navy sailors.

No wonder the captain doesn't handle these things. I feel sad when I see them, even though these are not my money.

Quartermaster Eudora flipped through the account book and looked at the income and expenses. A distressed expression suddenly flashed across the furry face of the fox pirate.

Fortunately, the captain had made a lot of money in Dalaran. Otherwise, it would have taken at least ten years to save so much money by relying on pirates to plunder and collect taxes in the North Sea.

The captain is indeed a capable man, a true legendary pirate! Worth learning from all of us.

Eudora swung her tail and sighed heartily.

She stretched greatly and glanced to the side. The orc Maimu, who was wearing heavy elf armor, was swinging a dark and ferocious war hammer around, as if he was experiencing the feel of the new weapon.

That was what Old Garni sent from Blackstone Mountain this morning.

It is said that the warhammer that Red gave to his brother was forged by the Dark Iron Dwarf craftsmen in Shadowforge City. It was forged by imitating their family's ancestral weapon Hand of Darkness.

Of course it cannot reach the quality of the legendary weapon like Black Hand.

But the forging technology of the Dark Iron Dwarves is still trustworthy, and it is a brutal war hammer of epic quality.

However, Maimu's expression was a little strange. He first grabbed the warhammer with both hands, and then switched to one hand to swing it. It was a bit difficult, but it was not impossible to swing it.

Are you blessed by Lennok, the Bear of the North?

Eudora hid far away and asked curiously:

Are those Loa temples built on the Forgotten Hills really useful? I see many pirates running to kneel down, but there are very few people who can truly receive the blessing of power.

I think they are all a bunch of liars who only know how to brag.

The Bear of the North favors only the brave.

Maimu, who had burn scars on his face, proudly raised his left arm to show Eudora his increasingly muscular muscles. He touched the Holy Emblem of Lennok on his chest and said proudly:

In the previous naval battle, I bravely challenged Dai Lin and his ship! Although I lost, Lennok still saw my courage, and he gave me the violent power called 'Titan's Grip'.

I might also need a weapon.

Maimu glanced at the long-handled war hammer in his right hand, rubbed his chin and said:

The black iron dwarves have good forging skills. I have to write a letter to my brother and ask him to order another weapon for me from the dwarves, probably a battle axe.

The heavy hammer breaks armor, and the battle ax cuts people!

And he paid for the forging, and he made a lot of money in Lordaeron.

You've become cunning too.

Eudora swung her tail and let out a dwarf-like giggle.

She stood on the table and looked at the curling blade at her waist. She thought about it and said to Maimu:

Ask your brother to order me a finely crafted battle knife used by the fox pirate captain, otherwise the financial aid to the orthodox tribe next month may be less due to 'unexpected circumstances'.

You cunning fox, how bad should I be? Butler Moros is back? Why did he bring back an orc!

While Maimu was talking to Eudora, he saw several skeletal horses galloping towards them from the direction of the dock.

Black's butler Moros was in the front, surrounded by several Uncrowned Assassins. In the center of the horse team was a grunting orc tied to a horse.

The guy seemed to be injured and was wearing a strange, clan-style leather armor.

That's a female orc!

Eudora let out a weird laugh, squinted her eyes and whistled inappropriately at Maim, saying:

Female orcs are very rare here. Why don't you come over and take a look?

Hey, not interested.

Maimu raised the warhammer in his hand and said in a sonorous tone:

Whether it's a female orc or another woman, it will only affect the rhythm of my battle. I feel that I have touched a little bit of the feeling of becoming a legend, and I don't have time to waste on such boring things now.

Forget about it, I went to find Natul Angry Claw Wrestling to practice my fighting skills.

If anything happens, send someone to call me.

After saying that, Maimu took out a magic rein sent by Red, summoned a black warg, and ran towards the dark forest.

Eudora shook her head as she watched.

She then looked at the mysterious female orc who was escorted by Moros to the Warlock Tower, and couldn't help but guess the identity of that guy. If she could be sent directly to the captain, the background of this female orc must not be simple.

Phew, maybe the Immortal Fleet will have another general.

A few minutes later, Moros escorted the prisoner to the foot of the tower and met the chief hunter Atumen who was standing guard here. The undead hunter was cleaning the armor on his beloved BMW horse Midnight when he saw Mo Luosi. Ross came over and said hello to him.

They are all undead from Karazhan, and they always have friendship with each other whether they are alive or dead.

Atumen reminded in a low voice:

You better let this ugly female orc look decent for a while.

As far as I know, the master has been a little irritable these days due to his addiction to magic. Last night, those warlocks came to ask for advice, but their master used a terrifying magic to drive them out.

Those guys were scared shitless.

I just sent a target boat out on the water this morning, and the owner may want to try out his new magic.

Um.

Moros nodded, adjusted his clothes again, and looked back at the female orc who was pulled off the horse by the Uncrowned Assassins. The latter still had some wounds on her body, but she could already move on her own.

You heard everything he said.

Moros said to the dissatisfied female orc behind him:

Be honest for a while. If you anger the master, you will reap the rewards.

Hey, I'm from the Shadow Council.

The black witch Hagatha adjusted the weird and evil animal bone helmet on her head, and she said in a proud tone:

In that place, arrogant and stupid people who don't know how to see colors won't survive long. I'm the best at praising big shots.

Stop talking nonsense and leave quickly.

I have a strong desire to serve the evil captain of the undead fleet.

The two of them walked into the warlock tower where Black was the only one.

They climbed up and soon reached the top of the tower.

On the semi-open-air platform, the unshaven Black was wearing the Corruptor's robe, holding the Urthalus Reaper of the Wind Scythe as a medium staff for casting spells in his hand, and hanging on his chest was the Gul'dan with the shadowy luster. skull.

He was adjusting his condition. Behind him, the ethereal lord Annihilator Zuramat, who had successfully completed the advancement with the help of the Dark Atama Crystal, was silently and reliably guarding his master.

Like a marshmallow wearing purple-black armor, the ethereal lord with weird blood-red eyes is always ready to use his tough shadow body to resist the magic explosion caused by a failed spellcasting for his master.

In the past three days, it had withstood several magical explosions for Blake.

The attack power of the ethereal lords is very poor, but they can be said to be the best among all middle and lower-level demons in terms of defense.

Wait a mininute.

Blake, who was brewing and looking for the feeling of casting a spell, felt the approach of Moros and a strange aura, and he said casually in a hoarse and tired voice.

The undead butler immediately stopped where he was and stopped the female orc who wanted to flatter her.

The two of them were like spectators, watching as Black extracted the Skull of Gul'dan and most of the heavy magic power had been restored. Circles of dark light were moving back and forth outside the pirate's robes.

The scene was a bit fantasy and a bit evil, because Blake was compressing the shadows to form burning flames, and using very complex techniques to infuse these flames into a certain coordinate in the twisted void.

It's like adding fuel to a rocket about to launch.

After ten seconds of infusion and preparation, Blake raised the black war scythe in his hand that let out bursts of soul wails, and a scorching wind filled with shadow magic suddenly blew on the platform.

The curls of Moros's robes and the hair of the orc woman whistled.

As they raised their heads and stared, a flame circle surrounding the sky was activated.

It was like a suddenly opened window, and then like a hellfire construct crashing into the material world from the twisted void, a demonic meteor burning with purple-black shadow flames roared from the sky.

Under the guidance and fine-tuning of the war scythe in the hands of the pirates, it slightly changed its direction during its rapid descent, bringing up a trail of purple-black flames across the sky, and finally accurately hit the sea surface outside the island that was placed in the morning. on the target ship.

The ship was a third-class Gilnean warship that was towed back. The turtle men's repair shop confirmed that the keel of the ship was broken and it was no longer worth repairing, so it was towed back by the pirates and used as waste.

boom

At the moment when the two collided, a large sheet of scorching shadow flame exploded from the point of impact, covering less than half of the ship's hull in an instant.

While smashing a big hole in the deck of the battleship, it also tore open the connection channel between the material world and the twisted void around the wailing and burning battleship.

A group of hellhounds and wild imps howled out of the three small portals, howling and continuing to destroy the unmanned battleship.

As Moros and the female orc Hagatha watched, the target ship turned into a ball of burning garbage after more than 20 seconds, and then sank bit by bit into the rolling sea as it capsized.

The power is so-so, that is, the four combined effects of bombardment, summoning, curse and burning are a bit interesting. I will ask Prince Farodis for advice some other time and then modify its mana model.

The casting time is so long, it would be a waste to just throw them out one at a time.

A series of demonic meteors falling from the sky is the magic I want to see!

The smelly pirate felt happy. He admired the extra Hand of Gul'dan in the warlock's professional skill on the translucent character card in front of him, and rubbed his chin with satisfaction.

After three days and seventy-two hours of scientific research and seven failed attempts, he finally learned Gul'dan's proud magic.

Coupled with the knowledge and blessing of the demon control talisman that he had previously studied in Lordaeron, under Blake's gaze, his already maxed-out warlock profession had quietly gained an elite interpretation.

This meant that Blake finally no longer had to brag.

He is now a true Master Warlock.

Ah, the evil and great Lord Black, your 'Black Hand' is so powerful!

Seeing Blake turn around, the injured witch Hagatha immediately bent over and praised in a flattering and sincere tone:

I have seen the shameless Gul'dan use this magic to kill humans in the castle, but no matter in terms of the power of magic, the intensity of spell casting, or the elegance of his posture, that old and stupid orc warlock is far from being able to compete with you. Comparable!

He must have shamelessly copied your magic idea.

It is such an honor for me to see such a great power of darkness with my own eyes today, and to be able to kneel before this power of darkness and dedicate my humble loyalty to the Immortal Fleet!

Huh? You're so good at talking, let me guess.

Blake looked at the female orc and said:

You must be from the Shadow Council, right? The warlocks there are famous for their wit and ability to speak.