Azeroth Shadow Trail

Chapter 131 39. Zemland Port. Land of Eternal Damnation [115]--Please subscribe!

Port Zemran, an untouched place in the Vol'dun Desert.

It was located in the southwest corner of the Wharton Desert. It was originally supposed to be huge, but now most of it has been swallowed up by the desert, and the remaining buildings have turned into miserable ruins.

It is like the most direct proof that time flows through this barren land.

It should be as desolate and desolate as it is in front of you. After all, Zemlan, the pirate king, was already an active figure nearly seven thousand years ago. He and his stories have long been forgotten by the world.

Just like this desert, no one cares.

In this desert, there are still many ancient relics like Zemran Port, such as the ruins of Atu Aman, where cannon fodder was caught before. No one can tell what kind of glorious history this desert has had before.

But what is basically certain is that this desert was once one of the gathering places of trolls, but a disaster happened thousands of years ago, which turned the place upside down.

"So, master, what did you and Akunda talk about?"

Outside Zemran Port, on a sand dune, in the evening, it is the time when the desert turns from hot to cool.

Cloth Laike, wearing a hood and clutching a spotting telescope, peers into the abandoned port.

Beside him, the old mage Meili Dongfeng was still the same as before. He was very old, with his waist bent, and there were not a few rotten hairs left. He looked like a harmless person.

Facing Bu Laike's inquiry, a trace of heaviness flashed in the decayed eyes of the old mage, and he whispered:

"I talked a lot with that loa about the past and future lives of this desert.

It is about how the powerful loa god Saitaris believed by the snake people sacrificed himself thousands of years ago without anyone knowing, repelling the darkness and saving the world.

I also learned what you wanted me to know, Boo Laike.

But the more I know, the heavier my heart becomes. Like an ignorant mortal, I fearlessly walked into a fog of history that shouldn't have come.

The knowledge that I should not know makes me mentally exhausted.

Perhaps it was a wrong decision to follow you on this trip. "

"Haha, but you already know that, Master, so don't pretend you've never heard these dark stories."

Bo Laike grinned.

He put away the binoculars, patted the shoulder of the old mage meaningfully, and said:

"I know a lot of cowards who, when they know the danger is coming, will choose to bury their heads in the sand and pretend that everything is all right, pretending that they didn't hear the horn sounding from the abyss.

However, I also know that Master, you are not such a person.

You already know of the existence of those old and ancient gods.

You have stepped into the shadows behind this history, and you already know how many malicious eyes are coveting our order in the shadows of this world.

I know, you will choose to work with me.

Even if I'm about to become a heinous guy. "

"I don't care about that, Bo Laike, I already know why you asked little Aegwynn to let me come here with you."

The old mage raised his head and looked at the pirate.

On the sand dune where there were only the two of them, he asked in a deep voice:

"I just want to know, will you, like me, regard the dormant darkness as an enemy and eradicate it?"

"Of course, that's why I'm here."

The pirate smiled hypocritically, acting like a fearless hero for a moment.

He said:

"Master, don't worry, after I finish my journey, I will tell you where the first step of our career should start.

I promise, you, and the entire human world, will have a pleasant surprise.

So

Look, master, I am about to take my people deep into this cursed land in front of me, master, you have stood by and watched me fight alone along the way.

On the last leg of this journey, do I have the honor of being supported by a demilich? "

He sent an invitation to Meili Dongfeng.

And the demilich looked at Bu Laike with a scrutinizing gaze, as if he knew this pirate with a deep heart for a day. After ten seconds of silence, the old mage stretched out his cold hand and held it with Bu Laike.

He said with his rotten vocal cords:

"I will do my best to help you in return for helping us in the future."

"Let me ask first."

This answer made Bu Laike blink, and he asked:

"The 'we' mentioned by the master refers to Dalaran? Or the Tirisfal Council? Or, a secret small group that is about to be established."

"Dalaran has been too involved in politics. Antonidas is a good leader and a powerful spellcaster, but he can't stay pure like he was in his youth."

The demilich sighed, and said:

"The same is true of Dalaran under his leadership.

The mages of the Kirin Tor have limited knowledge of the ongoing war, and past history has proved that their experience is not enough to support them to understand the difficulty and greatness of what I will do.

And the existence of those dark things, at present, cannot be known by most people.

That will scare them.

One orc war has already exhausted the alliance to this point, I really can't ask those warriors who have just stepped off the battlefield to follow me into another even more terrifying battlefield.

What's more, I need to find evidence to convince them.

Therefore, I will first look for those credible heroes and warriors who have enough willpower to intervene in the dark.

Like little Aegwynn, like Medivh she's trying to resurrect, like Alonsus Faol, like."

"Anduin Lothar!"

Bu Laike snapped his fingers and said:

"It takes a bit of skill to get Mr. Lothar to join in. Let me handle this, so you don't have to worry about it. Next, let's focus on the matter in front of us."

Bu Laike pointed to Zemland Port not far away, and he said:

"I don't need to go into that place, but I know that there is a super-large-scale curse blessing there, and the wind blowing from there carries the breath of corruption.

There are a large number of cursed undead active in it, and letting everyone into it will only cause unnecessary trouble.

Garona and I go in first, and after we find the key location, you will send the rest of us to where we are. This is the plan. Is there a problem? "

"No."

The demilich narrowed his eyes, his gaze swept across the dead harbor in front of him, and he looked further into the sea, he said:

"During the last battle with the Naglfar, I left an arcane imprint on that ship, and it is now approaching here quickly, and the soul guide has noticed that you are approaching the sea.

At its speed, the time left for you is less than half an hour. "

"Enough is enough, the Pirate King is actually not as difficult to deal with as you think."

The pirate nodded to the old mage, and made a follow gesture to the shadow behind him. He took a step forward, and the shadows scattered around him wrapped his body.

Under the cover of the shadow, Laike jumped down from the sand dune, like a lightweight sand fox, without leaving a single footprint on the sand, and quickly entered the ruined harbor shrouded in curses.

As soon as he set foot in this dead land, several negative states immediately appeared on the pirate's character card:

Eternal Curse: Decreased defense. Decreased healing effect. Phantom of the dead world

Beneath that eternal damnation, there is another line of explanation:

He is watching you! Dare to go near his treasure and you're doomed.

This explanation made Laike couldn't help laughing, and almost laughed out loud in the shadow stealth. As expected of a legendary pirate, the greed and stinginess in his bones are really amazing.

"La Enka brought us to this place. He originally wanted to open the Golden Tooth Hotel here, but we all hated this place, so we left after a short stay."

The two troll ghosts floating behind Laike started to complain after stepping into the harbor.

Executioner Warney said to Boo Laike:

"This place has the power of Bwonsamdi, and he can see you."

"I know."

Laike looked around for a specific target. In his field of vision, he could see many skeletons of trolls wandering aimlessly in the ruins.

These guys have no flesh and blood on their bodies, and the long curse has kept them in the state of bones. They are still wearing tattered pirate clothes, and they are holding weathered weapons.

They seem to have no mind, wandering here and there, patrolling the territory for their leader as before.

The number of these cursed bones is extremely large, at least two or three thousand, and among them, there are some bones that do not belong to trolls, all kinds of them.

Bo Laike even saw the remains of a group of human pirates in action.

It seems that he is not the first human pirate to search for Zemlan's treasure, and the forerunners have also come here, but unfortunately they have nothing but eternal death.

"Since you have been here, have you ever seen a skeleton with a knife stuck on a pillar? It should still be sane and trying to save itself."

Bu Laike asked.

"Yes, I have a deep memory."

Mansur on the other side immediately replied:

"The undead pirate under Zemlan's command has a brain problem. When we came last time, it was still encouraging Rahnka to join its so-called rebellion

Fortunately, La Enka was a lunatic and ignored it.

Otherwise, troublesome things will definitely happen. "

"Take me to find it."

Bu Laike said something, and Manzour shrugged.

He had no idea what this new member of the Gold Tooth Gang was up to, but Laike seemed confident, so he decided to help his new brother.

"Go east! He was crucified on the stone pillar of the most central pier, as if it was a punishment, to let the other undead see its betrayal.

By the way, Bo Laike, my brother, do you really think Zem'lan is alive?

That's already a figure from seven thousand years ago. "

"Look here, my brother, the Pirate King never died."

While Bu Laike was walking in the direction indicated by Manzur, he said to two ghosts that no one else could see:

"Zemlan has always been alive, and he cast the curse here. The purpose is probably to protect his endless treasure and expand his undead fleet.

I even suspect that the legend about the Pirate King's treasure was leaked by a bastard himself.

He needs these greedy people to keep coming to this place of death so that the power of his subordinates will continue to increase. "

"But who is he trying to deal with by constantly expanding his power?"

Mansur asked suspiciously:

"Is it to conquer Wharton? What is there to conquer in this ghost place?"

"Simple."

Bu Laike replied in the shadows:

"In order to protect his treasure, and by the way, in case Bwonsamdi breaks the contract, he can protect himself a bit. That guy is really a qualified pirate, and I still have a lot to learn from him.

Well, I found it! "

The pirate soon found what he was looking for, an undead nailed to death on a stone pillar with a pirate waist knife embellished with gold and gemstones.

That guy is really conspicuous, his flesh and blood has been weathered, leaving only bones.

There was also a shabby blood-red pirate hat on its head, the clothes on it were not weathered, and there were large pure gold bracelets on its arms.

Looked like a big guy.

And here, it obviously looks like a display of the execution platform.

Obviously someone wants to use this method to warn others about the price of betrayal.

But considering that all the people wandering here are a group of brainless undead skeletons, the person who came up with this punishment most likely has a bad brain.

"swish"

Bu Laike appeared in the shadows, and waved his hand to pull out the waist knife that would kill the giant monster's skeleton. At this moment, a roar sounded from the distant sea, as if it came from hell.

Zem'lan, the Pirate King, has spotted the intruders.

The entire deserted Zemran Port seemed to come to life at this moment, and the skeletons wandering aimlessly in the ruins roared.

As if they were being guided, they rushed towards the direction of Bu Laike.

That formation was astonishing.

"I didn't expect that I would be lucky enough to witness a natural disaster of the undead during my six years at the Dark Portal. It's a pity that you don't have a Frostmourne, and you don't have a Banshee Queen.

You can't stop me. "

The pirate laughed, picked up the skeleton, and jumped into the sea.

The hunt begins.

It is not yet known who the hunter is, but Laike can be sure that the self who has walked this way is definitely not the prey.

Today, on this cursed sea, he will truly begin his story.

Just like what a certain Sylvanas who will inevitably be cleansed in the future declared.

He, will never serve anyone.

(end of this chapter)