Azeroth Shadow Trail

Chapter 182 1. A visitor from the night

"I hate the land, I hate this down-to-earth feeling."

Bu Laike said the same words for the twenty-seventh time, making Tiga Xieyan who was beside him sigh helplessly.

The clever orc warlock knew that his captain had been at sea for too long, and even though he had been back on land for several days, he was still unable to adapt.

Perhaps the rumors in the human kingdom are true.

The blood of the Proudmoore family belongs to the sea.

On land they get weak, and being out in the sea makes them sick.

There are violent winds and waves in their veins, and they can only feel satisfied when they sleep on the waves of the sea.

"Well, Captain, you should perhaps go back to the carriage and rest."

Xieyan chose his words carefully.

He reached out and pulled the reins of the not very obedient hell horse under his crotch. This mount summoned by the warlock from a certain demon plane was taller and more ferocious than ordinary war horses.

Its eyes, nostrils, and hooves were burning with brimstone, and it had a fierce disposition, always thinking of throwing the rider from the saddle, and trampling to death.

This thing looks like a horse.

But it is actually a kind of demon, and it is also a choice that warlocks will contract as a means of transportation.

"Huh? Carriage?"

Bu Laike, who was also riding on the back of a hell horse, looked back at the black carriage following behind him.

The Gilnean-style carriage, which they had obtained from goblins in Stranglethorn Vale, was drawn by four tame rogue horses, and there were old lanterns hanging from the corners of the carriage.

It looked like a vehicle that a person with status would sit on.

His second dog, Razak, steered the thing, the masked troll holding the long reins, and on the bench next to him sat a tall ravenous orc.

On the seat board behind the carriage, there were three orcs who were also fully armed.

The four of them formed Bu Laike's "Captain's Guard". They usually help the pirates with groceries, bully the weak, and support the scene. They are not needed in real fights.

Simply put, it is the atmosphere group.

"There's a coffin in the carriage, hell! Xieyan, you mean to let me lie with the dead in the coffin?"

Bu Laike said in a grumpy and unfriendly tone:

"Perhaps I should put you in a coffin."

"Ah, that's not what I meant, Captain."

Seeing that the flattering was slapped on the horse's leg, the warlock immediately argued:

"It's just that after we left Booty Bay, the deeper you went into the mainland, the more anxious you became, Captain. I just thought, maybe you should take a break and don't let yourself be so nervous."

"Shut up!"

The pirate snorted, and glared at himself, this idiot.

He thought that it was a mistake to bring this guy out three days ago, maybe he should leave the winking orc warlock in the fleet and let him go to the Vashj'ir Sea with the Alpaca.

But then I thought about it again.

Although Maim is smarter, when it comes to observing words and expressions, he is not as good as the evil eye. These orcs are bloody straight asses, and they can't even speak nice words, which is really frustrating.

However, what Xieyan said could not be wrong.

Since he left Booty Bay three days ago and came all the way to the direction of Dusk Forest, Laike's mood and state are really not good.

The main reason is that he has become weaker.

Far away from the sea and his own fleet, he lost the dual talents of Proudmoore's bloodline and Shadow of the Black Sail, which reduced the upper limit of Bo Laike's combat power by two out of thin air.

Not to mention, there were two nasty guys chattering around him that only he could see.

"It's frustrating to feel small, right?"

Warney, a female troll with handsome mohawk hair, leaned on Bo Laike's shoulder in a ghostly posture and with a very ambiguous movement, and whispered to him:

"After setting foot in this forest, you haven't slept all day and night. Are you afraid that you will be attacked and unable to fight back after falling asleep? Don't be afraid, you are a member of our Golden Tooth Gang, and Manzur and I are by your side.

If anyone wants to attack you, get past us first.

Go to sleep, Boo Laike.

You can't go on like this. "

Bu Laike sullenly said nothing.

On the other side beside him, sitting cross-legged in the air and flying forward with the hell horse at a constant speed, the gloomy male troll Manzur also said:

"Before we left the bay, Laenka told us mysteriously that he could always smell the sea water on you. At that time, I thought he was saying that you were rotten in disguise.

Now, I know that our crazy leader is saying that there is a power in your veins related to the sea.

Staying away from sea water does make you weak.

Land is not the heaven you should be in.

But it's already like this, and you have to do something, so there's no use in being so anxious all the time, listen to Warney, go to sleep for a while, Bo Laike.

Look at your eyes are red, like a rabbit, this will affect your thinking. "

"You two are idiots, you don't know anything, don't guess what I mean. The reason I can't sleep is because there is a 'thing' hidden in this forest."

Laike held the reins of his hell steed. He looked left and right, looking around in the dark and gloomy woods around him, any disturbance would make him vigilant.

He said softly:

"This forest was not like this a few years ago. At that time, it was a well-known and rich place in the entire Stormwind Kingdom. At that time, it was called Sunshine Forest, with excellent scenery, and many nobles had their own vacation estates here.

But after Medivh was assassinated, things changed here.

Look at the dark power covered in this forest. The shadow I am surrounded by here is several times more active than the outside world. The magic power escaping from the Mage Tower Karazhan in the Deadwind Pass fills every part of this forest.

It was the remnant of the majesty from the fallen titan.

It makes the place very menacing, not to mention a pack of dragons lived here for countless years before the dark forces poured into the forest.

In the depths of the dark forest, there is also a living entrance to the Emerald Dream, a rare place where reality and dream meet.

If that doesn't make you two understand our situation, then I'll tell you again."

In a sinister, ghost story-like tone, Bo Laike said to the two troll ghosts beside him:

"Ever since I entered this forest, I have felt that someone is staring at us. No, that is not accurate. It is a force that has the same origin as the shadow, but a power that goes deeper into the mystery of the shadow.

It's in this dark, it's worse than I thought

Something dark has made its nest here. "

The pirate lowered his head and looked at the thicker and thicker shadow power around him, as if he had come alive. In his perception, there seemed to be dark things around him like snakes, winding towards them and penetrating them bit by bit.

"Light the torches!"

Bu Laike pulled up the rein suddenly, and the galloping hell horse stood up, neighing in the dark night, and two more flames spewed out from the horse's nostrils.

He shouted to the carriage behind him:

"Keep the lights on, don't let them go out!"

"wow"

The orc warlock following Bu Laike reacted very quickly. He raised his left hand, and a mass of brimstone fire gushed out from his hand, and turned into four spots of light and sprinkled around the road.

With the sulfurous smell of evil energy surging, the surrounding darkness was cleared a little.

The four captain's guards on the carriage also frantically lit the lanterns hanging on the four corners of the carriage. The dancing flames shone around the carriage, illuminating the road ahead.

This sudden episode made everyone nervous.

The orcs were all looking at their captain, they didn't know what happened, but at that moment, when Braike shouted to light the lamp, there was indeed an inaudible chill.

"What the hell is that?"

The troll ghost Wo Ni quickly guarded Bo Laike. She opened her hands and used the power of the undead to shape a troll-style two-handed zigzag sword.

He looked around and asked again.

Bu Laike didn't answer. He rode on the restless hell horse, and took out the huge round shield from the magic bag, and held it in his hand.

At this moment, everyone noticed that there was a glimmer of light on the surface of the simple round shield in the captain's hand.

Wisps of runes that only vrykuls could use outlined a pale golden glint outside the shield.

This shield has no effect in mortal warfare.

Now that its magical power is activated, it means that the thing that was hiding in the dark, spying on and trying to attack the pirates just now is not a mortal power.

Bo Laike glanced at the surface of the shield. He frowned, pursed his lips, waved his fingers forward, and shouted:

"Keep going! Don't stop."

The pirate slung his shield over the harness of his Hellsteed.

After marching forward for ten minutes with the lit lantern and the incompetent men holding the torches high, he felt that the surrounding darkness had calmed down.

In the shadows, there was no longer that weird and frightening fluctuation.

"It's gone."

The pirate looked around and said in a relaxed tone:

"It seems that it can't know our details. This shield has bluffed it. It's good. Without that annoying shadow peeping, I can finally."

Bo Laike covered his mouth and let out a big yawn.

He canceled the summoning casually, sent his hell steed into the twisting void, moved his shoulders, and walked towards the carriage behind him, and put the big round shield used by Odin on the top of the carriage.

He opened the door casually and jumped in by himself.

"Evil Eye, and Zarak, don't turn off the lights and torches along the way, pass through the Twilight Forest as soon as possible. There should be a ruined human town ahead, and camp there tonight.

We'll be in Deadwind Pass tomorrow. "

After finishing speaking, the pirate slammed the door of the carriage.

In this rather large space, there is a coffin, Western-style, made of high-quality small walnut wood, with a height of one and a half people, and it is quite spacious.

The interior is also intimately covered with red velvet.

The half-lich body of the old mage Meri Dongfeng was lying in it, and above his head, there was still the faintly glowing soul-inducing lamp.

"Squeeze, come a little to the side, Master."

Dragging his exhausted body, the pirate turned over and climbed into the coffin, squeezed Meili Dongfeng's body to the edge, then stretched comfortably, resting his arms behind his head.

He glanced at the glass on both sides of the door of the bumping and sneaking carriage.

The shimmering light from the four corners of the carriage driving in the dark, in the reflection of the glass, seems to be the only light source in this dark forest.

The light was dancing, very much like the dancing blue light in the cabin of the Naglfar, and the up and down of the carriage itself made Bo Laike seem to be back on the sailing ship.

In a comfortable sway, the pirate closed his eyes and soon felt the call of dreamland.

While he was half asleep and half awake, the light of the soul-inducing lamp above his head jumped, and Meili Dongfeng's inquiry sounded from it, and the old mage asked softly:

"When the dark force that was malicious to us approached just now, I heard some small voices, very similar to the dark voices I heard in the Nazmir jungle."

"I know."

Bo Laike said in a tired, light voice that was about to fall asleep:

"I guessed who it was, don't mind it, master. Just a poor wretch about to lose himself, there is always a price for walking in the dark.

She thought she had paid the price.

But the night always craves more."

(end of this chapter)