Azeroth Shadow Trail

Chapter 658 211. Are you from the Shadow Council? be ashamed

The stinky pirate stayed in the Warlock Tower for three full days, learning Gul'dan's Warlock magic without sleep.

He is immersed in the ocean of evil knowledge and cannot extricate himself.

But in these three days, although Bu Laike was so leisurely, the whole of Tol Barad was very busy, because the huge wealth brought back by the undead pirates from Dalaran needed to be counted and recorded.

Quartermaster Yudora dragged every guy who could write and count in the entire fleet, regardless of race or identity, into the fully enclosed Vulpera caravan camp.

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

Each of these guys is an expert in accounting, and with their help, the process went smoothly.

A large group of people gathered together to settle accounts for three full days, and Maim and the orc pirates also stayed outside the camp for three full days.

This kind of thing involving a large amount of money can never be sloppy, not to mention that it is an island where pirates gather together, everyone is suspected of stealing and stealing!

Therefore, every guy who enters and exits must be searched! Lest they "accidentally" take away something they shouldn't have.

While the tortoises were settling accounts, they also acted as treasure appraisers.

Those pirates brought out from Dalaran, inconvenient works of art and strange gadgets were bought on the spot by the rich and powerful turtles.

This kind of happy harvest, the happy group of tortoises even eat a few more bowls for their meals these days.

And it is said that on the Booty Coast, Bo Laike's good friend, the ruler of Booty Bay, and the goblin rich man Rivegazi formed the most powerful goblin temporary fleet since the establishment of Booty Bay.

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

Because the amount of wealth is so amazing, the goblins don't even dare to make a statement, let alone hire mages to use the portal to transport it.

If any mage had a bad intention, it would be all over.

But no matter how many treasures there are, it has nothing to do with stinky pirates.

The money is only used between the goblin treasury and the goblin plutocrats in Booty Bay. After sending it back, it will be exchanged for various military supplies to renovate the first six Kul Tiras decommissioned warships that arrived in Stranglethorn Vale. .

Afterwards, there will be a second batch of six ships, which have now entered the purchase and delivery process after consultations between the "Albatross" business group and the Kul Tiras merchant Duke Farrewell.

Over there, they are also anxiously waiting for the money to arrive in the account for payment, and the subsequent ship renovation will cost a lot of money.

In addition, Bu Laike also used the relationship of the pirate engineer Fuslag, and ordered another 60 goblin rotorcraft with the highest configuration in the engineering workshop in Booty Bay.

Even if the rich man Revegazi gave a 50% discount to the pirate fleet transformation for the sake of his "friendship" with Braike, it was still a large sum enough to make those luxurious kings feel heartbroken. expenses.

All things considered, it would be nice to have one-fifth of the wealth that the pirates plundered in Dalaran this time after spending so much.

The navy fleet is really not something that ordinary people can afford.

This still does not take into account the cost of their own shipbuilding, and the salaries that the pirates receive from the fleet are far less high than those of the navy sailors.

"It's no wonder the captain doesn't handle these things. I feel distressed when I see them, even though these are not my money."

Quartermaster Yudora flipped through the ledger, and then looked at the income and expenditure. A distressed expression flashed across the furry face of the vulture and pirate.

It's also fortunate that the captain made a lot of money in Dalaran, otherwise the pirates would have to plunder and accumulate so much money and go to the North Sea to collect taxes, and it would take at least ten years to save so much money.

"The captain is indeed a capable person, a true legendary pirate! It is worth learning for all of us."

Yudora flicked her tail and sighed heartily.

She stretched her waist and glanced to the side. The orc Maim wearing elf heavy armor was swinging a dark and ferocious warhammer, as if trying to experience the feel of a new weapon.

That was sent by old Garni this morning from Black Rock Mountain.

It is said that the war hammer that Red gave his younger brother to forge at the black iron dwarf craftsman in Darkforge City was forged by imitating their family's ancestral weapon "Dark Hand".

Of course, it can't reach the quality of Black Hand's legendary weapon.

But the black iron dwarves' forging technology is still trustworthy, and it is also an epic quality brutal hammer.

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

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

Yudora hid far away and asked curiously:

"Are those loa temples built on the forgotten hills really useful? I see a lot of pirates running to worship, but very few people can really get the blessing of power.

I think they're all a bunch of bragging liars. "

"The bear of the north favors only the brave."

Maim, who had a burn scar on his face, proudly raised his left arm to let Udora see his increasingly muscular muscles. He touched the holy emblem of Lennok on his chest again, and said proudly:

"In the sea battle before, I bravely challenged Dailin and his ship! Although I was defeated, Lennok still saw my courage, and he gave me the violent power called 'Titan's Grasp'.

I might also need a weapon. "

Maim glanced at the long-handled warhammer in his right hand, rubbed his chin and said:

"The black iron dwarf's forging skills are good, I have to write a letter to my big brother and ask him to order another weapon for me from the dwarf, just ask for a battle axe.

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

Moreover, he paid for the forging, and he made a fortune in Lordaeron. "

"You've become cunning too."

Eudora flicked her tail and giggled like a dwarf.

Standing on the table, she looked at the thrashing blade at her waist, thought for a while, and said to Maim:

"Let your big brother also order me a precision sword used by the captain of the vulpe pirates, otherwise the financial aid to the orthodox tribe next month may be reduced due to 'unexpected circumstances'."

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

Maim was talking to Yudora when he saw several skeleton horses galloping towards the pier.

Bo Laike's steward Moros was in the front, surrounded by several Uncrowned Assassins, and in the middle of the cavalry was a grunting orc tied to a horse.

The guy looks wounded, and he's wearing some weird, clan-style leather armor.

"That's a female orc!"

Eudora let out a weird laugh, squinted at Maim and whistled uncouthly, saying:

"Female orcs are very rare here, why don't you go and have a look?"

"Tch, not interested."

Maim raised the hammer in his hand and said in a sonorous tone:

"Whether it's a female orc or other women, it will only affect my fighting rhythm. I feel that I have already touched a little bit of the feeling leading to the legend, and now I don't have time to waste on these boring things.

Not to mention, I went to Natur Rageclaw Wrestling to practice fighting skills.

If something happens, send someone to call me. "

After speaking, Maim took out a magic rein sent by Reid, summoned a black warg, and ran towards the dark forest.

Eudora shook her head while watching.

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

Huh, maybe the Undead Fleet will have another general.

A few minutes later, Moros escorted the prisoners to the tower, and met Attumen, the "chief hunter" who was standing guard here. The undead hunter was cleaning the armor on his beloved BMW horse at midnight. Rose greeted him when he came over.

They are all undead from Karazhan, no matter whether they are alive or dead, they have friendship with each other.

Attumen reminded in a low voice:

"You'd better make this ugly female orc look decent for a while.

As far as I know, the master has been a little irritable these days because of his obsession with magic. Those warlocks came to 'ask for advice' last night, but they were driven out by the master with a terrifying spell.

Those guys are freaking the shit out of it.

I just sent a target ship out to sea this morning, the master may be trying out his new magic. "

"Ok."

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

"You heard what he said."

Moros said to the dissatisfied female orc behind him:

"Be honest in a while, the master has angered you and you have good fruit to eat."

"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 guys who don't know how to see colors won't live long. I'm the best at how to brag about big people.

Don't talk nonsense, let's go.

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

The two walked into the warlock tower with only Laike alone.

They climbed up and soon came to the top of the tower.

On the semi-open-air platform, the unshaven Braike was wearing Corruptor's Robe, holding the medium staff of Ulthalesh Featherreaper Scythe in his hand, and Gul'dan lingering in the shadow luster on his chest skull.

He is adjusting his state. Behind him, with the help of the dark Atama crystal, the ethereal lord "The Obliterator" Zuramat, who has successfully completed the advanced stage, is silent and reliable guarding beside his master.

This is like cotton candy in purple-black armor, and the ethereal lord with weird blood-red eyes is always ready to use his tough shadow body to resist the magic burst caused by the failure of casting spells for the master.

In the past three days, it has withstood several explosions of magic power for Bo Laike.

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

"Wait a mininute."

Bu Laike, who was brewing and looking for the feeling of casting spells, felt the approach of Moros and a strange breath, and he casually said something in a hoarse and tired voice.

The Undead Steward immediately stopped in place and stopped the female orc who wanted to flatter her.

The two of them were just like spectators, watching from the side as Bu Laike extracted most of the thick magic power from Gul'dan's skull, and circles of dark streamers flicked back and forth outside the pirate's vestment.

The scene was both fantastical and sinister, because Bo Laike was compressing the shadows to form burning flames, and then used a very complicated technique to infuse these flames into a certain coordinate of the Twisting Nether.

It's like fueling a rocket that's about to launch.

After ten seconds of perfusion and preparation, Laike raised the black war scythe in his hand that wailed souls, and a scorching wind full of shadow magic suddenly blew on the platform.

The volumes of Moroes' robes and the orc's hair whirled.

As they looked up, a circle of flames surrounding the sky was activated.

Like a suddenly opened window, followed by a hellfire structure smashing into the material world from the twisted void, a demonic meteor burning with purple-black shadow flames roared and fell 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 the rapid fall, bringing up a trail of purple-black flames across the sky, and finally precisely hit the sea surface that was placed outside the island in the morning. on the target ship.

The ship was a third-class Gilneas battleship that was towed back. The Turtleman'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 for waste use.

"boom"

The moment the two collided, a large piece of scorching shadow flames exploded from the landing point, enveloping the small half of the ship in an instant.

While smashing a big crater on the deck of that battleship, it also tore open the link channel between the material world and the twisting void around the howling burning battleship.

From the three small portals, a group of Cerberus dogs and wild goblins rushed out howling, howling and continuing to destroy the unmanned warship.

Under the watchful eyes of Moros and the female orc Hagatha, the target ship turned into a mass of burning garbage after more than 20 seconds, and sank bit by bit into the churning sea when it capsized.

"The power is so-so, that is, the four-fold compound effect of bombardment, summoning, curse and burning is a bit interesting. I will ask Prince Farondis for advice another day, and then modify its mana model.

With such a long casting time, it would be too wasteful to throw one spell at a time.

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

The smelly pirate was in a happy mood. He admired the extra "Hand of Gul'dan" in the Warlock professional skills of the translucent character card in front of him, and stroked his chin in satisfaction.

Three days and seventy-two hours of "scientific research", after failing seven times, he finally learned this Gul'dan's favorite magic.

Coupled with the blessing of the knowledge of the demon control spell researched in Lordaeron, under Laike's gaze, behind his full-level warlock profession, there is also an "elite" interpretation quietly.

This means that Bo Laike finally doesn't have to boast about himself.

He is now a true "Master Warlock".

"Ah, the evil and great Lord Bu Laike, your 'Hand of Bu Laike' is really powerful!"

Seeing that Bu Laike turned around, the witch Hagatha, who was still wounded on her body, suddenly bent down, and praised in a flattering and sincere tone:

"I have also seen the shameless Gul'dan use this magic to kill human castles, but no matter in terms of the power of magic, the strength of casting spells, or the elegance of posture, that old and stupid orc warlock is far from being able to compete with you On par!

He must have shamelessly copied your magic idea.

It is my honor to witness such a great power of darkness with my own eyes today, and to kneel before this power and dedicate my humble loyalty to the Undead Fleet! "

"Huh? So talkative, let me guess."

Bo Laike "looked" at the female orc, and he said:

"You must be from the Shadow Council, right? The warlocks there are notoriously winky and talkative."

(end of this chapter)