Azeroth Shadow Trail

   Chapter 95 5. Wisdom (Yin) Wisdom (Conspiracy) of Stinky Pirates

   "You look so ugly! Your blindfolds are disgusting!"

  Three days later, on the stern of the deck, the unshaven Red Blackhand was helping his weaker brother as he came out of the cabin to bask in the sun, and beside them was an orc warrior escort.

   Chief Red, who was always in a bad mood, sneered and complained mercilessly when he saw Black holding the steering wheel and driving the warship.

"well enough?"

  Black heard the orc's complaints, but he wasn't provoked at all, because he knew that Red Blackhand could only talk about it.

  Everything is under control, except for some restless factors.

   But the restless factor is also under control.

   It was just the six-day voyage that made his clothes smell bad, which was sad, but the good news was that the first stubble of beard finally grew on his burnt cheeks.

   This means his injury is improving.

   He pushed the blindfold on his right eye and glanced at the equipment slot in the character card. The mask covering his right eye is really not very beautiful.

   But its entry is pretty good.

   The classic equipment that belongs to the classic old world version in his memory:

  Eye of Reid

  Excellent quality

   Strengthen critical strike. Strengthen protection. Strengthen precision

   The last two entries are nothing but the entry that strengthens the critical strike. This is the first time Blake has seen it. This is probably the "crit" attribute in the game.

   is obviously a rare magical attribute in the real world.

   And best of all, with a blindfold on his right eye, he's more and more like a pirate.

   Just one pirate hat away.

  Black was also guarded by a few orcs, and his newly recruited dogleg warlock Diga Evil Eye, who made a look that was inconsistent with the black gesture.

  All carry weapons, stay loyal to the pirates, and seem to be ready to show their "courage" at any time.

  These thirty orcs were "carefully selected" by Diga Evil Eye and belonged to Black's first crew.

   They are all orcs of the Storm Reaver clan, former acquaintances and subordinates of Evil Eye, these cunning guys, in fact, they are not very obedient to Captain Black.

   But compared to the more than 300 black-toothed grinning orcs who stared at their heads all the time, they were at an absolute disadvantage.

  Besides holding Black's thigh tightly, they had no other way to survive unless they were willing to jump into the sea.

  Under this predicament, even if these thirty orcs were reluctant, they could only obediently become the first batch of "die loyalists" of Black.

   And the new pirate captain also knows that the establishment of majesty and power cannot be accomplished overnight. Fortunately, he has plenty of time left.

   He was not in a hurry to gather these scumbags who were originally serving the Shadow Council, but chatted with the evil eye of the orc warlock who was playing with the Crusher Amulet, pretending to be fierce, and calling himself the "first mate".

   "Diga, do you warlocks have your own magic book?"

  Blake glanced at the "magic tome making" skill in the character card, turned the steering wheel, and asked casually.

   "Magic Tome?"

   Evil Eye immediately blinked his one eye when he heard this question, and said in a strange tone:

   "That is indeed a necessary tool for a warlock.

   But only high-level warlocks have the energy and qualifications to make their own magic books, which generally record some profound and obscure fel shadow spells.

   Or solidify some magic that can be activated by just injecting magic power.

  Captain, you can understand it as the handbook of high-level warlocks. I also had my own magic tome, but it was a pity that it was destroyed by demons in that **** tomb. "

   "Well, that's really a pity."

  Black shook his head and asked again:

   "What materials do you need to make a tome?"

The    evil eye's gaze became more and more strange. The hunched blood-ring orc warlock thought for a moment and asked softly:

   "With all due respect, Captain, you are not a warlock, even if you know these steps."

   "Whoosh"

   A small group of shadow sparks shone on the tip of Blake's left finger with the combat glove. He looked back at the stunned evil eye, and a smile appeared on the face with the blindfold.

He says:

   "It's just the secret of shadows and fel energy, it has been learned and understood by me, I ask you anything, you can answer honestly.

  Dear Evil Eye, I don't like people guessing my mind very much. "

   "Yes, yes, Lord Captain."

   The orc warlock hurriedly lowered his head.

   Consternation echoed in his heart, even if the warlock spell did not pay much attention to talent, but the evil eye was an old slicker who got into the high-level warlock in the Shadow Council.

   He has never seen anyone who can become a warlock from zero in a few days, which is too fast.

   Even the legendary young Gul'dan was not so quick when he met the Demon King and was granted the power of fel energy!

   "Lazy bastards! Stand up for me! Fill the sails and lean to the southwest! The sea breeze has changed, can't you feel it? Quick!"

  Blake showed a small hand, shocking the orc warlock. While turning the steering wheel, he scolded the deck and let the black-toothed orcs pull the sails with ropes.

   His orders were quickly carried out.

   In the past six days, thanks to the cooperation of Black Hand and Garona's "secret operation", after seven or eight **** who provoked Blake died inexplicably at night, his captain status has been somewhat stabilized.

   He looked at the obedience of the black-toothed orc sailors and nodded with satisfaction, but soon noticed a group of black-toothed orcs gathered on the edge of the deck, whispering something.

   also glanced in his direction from time to time.

   Thanks to his enhanced perception in the sea, Black could feel the bad eyes of those black-toothed orcs, which made his hand on the steering wheel tighten.

   took another look at the endless sea in the back, and began to think in his heart.

   After a few minutes, his eyes were on Maim Blackhand who was walking on the deck with support.

   This young man of the Black Hand family was thrown into the pursuit of demons by Gul'dan in the Tomb of Sargeras, and was severely burned by fel energy.

   If it wasn't for the sudden appearance of the Deep Sea Naga, he would probably die there.

   But this guy has a very strong vitality. He just crawled back from the Tomb of Sargeras by himself. In the past few days, the evil eye has been using the soul stone to replenish his vitality.

  Black had seen the "treatment" scene.

  The warlock used the octopus caught from the deep sea to absorb the vitality, and then poured the vitality into the soul stone, and then roughly put the soul stone into the patient's mouth and let him chew it, so as to obtain the supplement of vitality.

The    soul stone is essentially a magic container, absorbing soul is only one of its functions, and temporarily storing vitality is also one of its functions.

   "Speaking of Maim Blackhand, you've been treating him, is he okay?"

   Black asked softly:

   "How long will it take for him to recover?"

   "Come on, Captain."

   The orc warlock behind him bowed his waist and rubbed his hands together. He was obviously an orc, but he had a goblin-like temperament, and said to the captain in a flattering tone:

   "I've been feeding him soul stones since before we set off. Maim Blackhand has inherited the fine bloodline of the Blackhand Chieftain. He is full of vitality and has strong self-healing ability.

   Now that his damaged internal organs are almost healed, the burns on his body are more troublesome. If he is fed soul stones recklessly, he will be able to fight in a few days.

   But don't worry, Captain, I'll keep it. "

  Evil Eye used his one eye to look at Maim's back. He lowered his voice and said to Black in a warlock's vicious tone:

   "He's going to be 'injured' right now if you need it."

   "Well, it seems that the 'sugar' made by evil energy can't be eaten too much."

  Black is also a warlock now. He knows how many ways a warlock can use if he wants to harm others, so he is not surprised at the fact that Diga Evil Eye secretly manipulates.

   waved his hand and said to the orc warlock in a mild tone:

   "He is now our friend, continue to 'heal' him with heart."

   "Okay, Captain."

  Evil Eye immediately accepted the order and smiled.

   saw Blake let go of the steering wheel again, turned his head and stretched out his hand to him and said:

   "Do you have any ready-made spells for summoning demons? Give me a copy. This will be idle and idle, and I will practice my hands."

"Have."

   The evil-eyed warlock who is always haunted by the shadow of death will not refuse his captain. Hearing the captain's call for a demon summoning incantation, he immediately came to the spirit.

   He opened his animal skin suitcase and took out a lot of strange-looking spellcasting materials from it.

   said to his captain:

   "Here are the lowest level of Imps, the Voidwalker's Summoning Rune, the Hound's Ruby for Hellhounds, and the Concentric Tree Core for Summoning Succubus.

   These are relatively weak demons. If you want to challenge your dark skills, Captain, I also have a blood pact scroll for summoning demon guards.

   And if the captain still thinks these challenges are not enough, I still have the Hellfire Core, and the most dangerous Doomguard Magic Cage.

   But these two things are more dangerous. "

   The one-eyed warlock looked at Black, and tried his best not to irritate the captain and said:

   "Maybe, Captain, you can start with low-level demons. I'm not doubting your strength, Captain, I'm just being cautious."

   "Okay, this is not when you were in the Shadow Council. Saying so much flattery won't make me feel good."

  Black glanced at the pile of things in the Warlock's hand, hesitated for a moment on the core of Hellfire that exuded a faint green light, and finally picked up a dark little devil's mark.

   This thing should be made of some kind of animal bone, and it is full of twisted magic marks.

  It is a demonic language written in a specific way. In the eyes of people who don't know how to do it, it is like a child's doodle.

   "This devil sentence is good, and the details of the bend are also perfect. It seems that you really have real talents. I have found talents."

  Black stroked the magic mark and praised.

   made the Evil Eye Warlock let out a low and smug laugh. Although the Shadow Council is a gathering place for scumbags, Gul'dan doesn't need anything to recruit people.

  Being able to work as a high-level warlock in it, and not dying in the back stabbing and conspiracy of his companions, proves that Evil Eye is definitely not an idiot.

   "Hey, black-toothed helmsman, come here, you will be at the helm next, keep this course unchanged."

  Blake played with the little devil seal, shouted to the black-toothed helmsman who was resting below the deck, and swaggered into the cabin with his "guardian".

  The black-toothed helmsman watched Blake leave and spat aside in disdain. He grabbed the rope and jumped onto the **** with quick hands and feet, took over the steering wheel and steered the ship forward.

   And Black, when he jumped into the cabin, looked back at the black-toothed helmsman standing in front of the steering wheel.

   A fleeting smile appeared on his face.

   As a person who has served in the Kul Tiras fleet for several years, he knows very well how the system of a ship should work, and has been taught by Daelin many times by words and deeds, how to maintain the majesty of the captain on the ship.

  A ship is a small army, and commanding it is no easier than running an army.

  The obedience of the Blacktooth Orcs is temporary.

   Dissatisfaction has begun to ferment among these irascible orcs.

   They are only afraid of Garona hiding in the dark, and Reid tried their best to appease them, but maybe in a few days, their patience with Blake, the arrogant human being, will reach the limit.

   There may even be a rebellion.

   After all, it is too much to count the grievances between orcs and humans.

   "It's time for this group of idiots to realize what kind of guy is chasing behind. The pressure of death will unite this disjointed ship.

   You should also realize that only by following me will you have the possibility to survive.

  The pirates are so united.

   For the disgruntled crew, find a more dangerous enemy than the hated captain.

  Dailyn told me this story since I was a child. He wanted me to realize the cunning and ruthlessness of pirates, but I also learned the dark wisdom of those stinky pirates. "

  Black played with the magic seal in his hand and thought to himself:

   "The best part is that I don't necessarily need so many orcs to set foot on Zandalar with me to find Bwonsamdi. In the words of the warlocks

  Only the strong can reach the end.

   I hope you are strong enough.

   May you be stronger than death. "

  PS:

   Two chapters have been updated today, and after they are on the shelves, they will be updated daily, and I will be able to accumulate manuscripts.

   (end of this chapter)