MTL - Azeroth Shadow Trail-Chapter 12 11. Spirit Hunting Pirate Black

   Chapter 12 11. Spirit Hunting Pirate Black

   The abyss of hell, that's not a good place.

   But it does conform to the traditional concept of "hell", and it is a very vivid interpretation of it, in which the souls of sinners will suffer eternal horrific torture.

   But it is a pity that the souls of good people will suffer the same treatment.

  It is even more regrettable.

   In the magical place of Azeroth, there is also a "heaven" opposite to "hell".

   The problem is that only the bravest warriors among the mortals are qualified to enter the Hall of Valor that Odin personally built after death.

   It only accepts pure warriors!

   No matter how powerful the souls of other professions are, they are not qualified to enter there.

   So in general.

   Azeroth is not a place for dead people to play. There are too many strange things here. In this world, death is just the beginning of another journey.

   This is not a sentimental description.

   On the reef coast, in the wet, uncomfortable, and very cold mist, Hablon, the soul-inducing person more than three meters tall, was placing his left hand as pale as a dead man on Blake's forehead.

   The power of hell, through the hand of the soul-inducing person, was continuously injected into Blake's body, and the curse of the Eye of Palles was eliminated little by little.

   At the same time, in Hablon's words, "bless" Black again.

   However, the entry in the character card does not say so.

   "Death is infused"

   At the top of the translucent character card, there is a line of text that appears suddenly, like a reminder in the game running group, and the entries are also changing rapidly:

  Character Card: Drake Proudmoore (Blake Shaw)

   INFO: Kul Tiras human, 19 years old

  Status: Mortal Body. Infusion of Death Divinity. Curse of Hell is being generated

   "Well, I'm such a genius."

  Blake suffered wave after wave of magic power tumbling like a cold ocean tide, and complained in his heart:

   "The way I lift a curse is to replace it with another more powerful curse. This Hela's power is really evil. Blessing a person can be regarded as a curse.

   is indeed a crazy woman who cannot be regarded as common sense. "

   The next moment, the fog in front of him suddenly changed, as if some kind of phantom was reflected in the horizon.

   He saw a group of savage vrykul who were more than three meters tall, wearing rough leather armor and holding savage warships, shouting and stepping on the dragon head boat.

   They set off from under a magnificent and ancient castle, sailed along the river into the frozen sea, and attacked all the creatures they encountered on the sea.

   Simple and honest walrus, naga, and murloc.

  After looting, blood-washing the enemy, setting fire to ships, and rushing into the coastline, plundering those coastal villages.

   They slaughtered in the snow and roared.

   They fought with mammoths more than seven meters high on the barren glaciers and snowfields, like ancient humans hunting mammoths, and brutally slaughtered the wolverine villages and robbed the kobolds of candles and treasures.

   Even dragons.

  Those young dragons flew across the sky, were also shot down by half-giants with harpoon cannons, besieged on the ground by the brave vrykul, and finally died in a pool of wailing blood.

   And the nerubians that are as weird as spiders.

  Their mysterious and rich underground kingdoms have also not escaped the greedy sweep of these vrykul people. Pieces of ancient relics have been snatched away, and heads of nerubian spellcasters have fallen under the unparalleled assault of the vrykul people.

  In the end, these warmongers took all the treasures they plundered, and followed the way they came and drove into the river. To the cheers of countless women and children, they returned like the most glorious warriors.

   They distributed the plundered treasures equally to everyone in the tribe, and then dedicated the best and most gorgeous ones to the elders of the tribe, and burned the luxury goods on a specific day.

   Sacrifice to the **** of war and Odin the patron.

   Sacrifice to Death and Hela the Receiver.

them

   is a pirate.

  The first pirates of the entire world of Azeroth, plundering is their life, plundering is their power, that is the power that flows in the blood of the ancient vrykul.

  This savage power has also passed over time, the race has degenerated, and it has been passed on to the current human bloodline.

   Now, it is activated by the power of hell.

   "You are from Kul Tiras, the oceanic kingdom of mankind, you were born in the waves of the sea, and you have gained blessing and power in that wave.

   I will show it to you.

   Accept it.

   Spirit Hunter Drake Proudmoore, this is your future life.

   Roam the sea and loot for a living! "

   In Hablon's deep and murky voice, his character card changed again, and the ranks of the 15th-level navigator and the 13th-level thief were merged together.

   produced a new class that made Blake’s eyes twitch, and the entire character card panel also looked brand new:

  Character Card: Drake Proudmoore (Blake Shaw)

   INFO: Kul Tiras human, 19 years old

  Status: Mortal Body. Curse of Hell (239 hours and 55 minutes remaining)

   Class: Level 14 Pirate/Empty/Empty

   Legendary Class: None

  Myth Class: None

  Title: Prince of Kul Tiras, Spirit Hunter

  Equipment: Magic Weave Bag, Tide Charm, Werther's Third Leg, Monkey Murloc Short Sword, Monkey Murloc Knife, Jungle Bracers

  Talents: Old Seal, Shadow Affinity (Intermediate), Shadow Walk, Looting for a Living, Drunkard, Proudmoore Bloodline (Hate Seal)

Skill:

   Kul Tiran Military Swordsmanship (Proficient)

  Pirate Fighting (Elementary)

   Deadly Throw (Mastery)

   Fist of the Tides (Mastery)

   Stealth (Skilled)

   Navigation (Proficient)

  Theft (Elementary)

   Jumping Grappling Hook (Beginner)

"This"

  Blake had nothing to say for a while.

  Although he has played the "madman" thief designed with pirates as the prototype in the game, he really never thought that in this real world, pirates can really become a profession.

   And although the name is very ugly, and there are negative qualities like "alcoholic", the panel of this pirate class is really quite good.

   gave him several active skills at once, and three passive talents. Even the shadow affinity was infused with the power of hell, and it was upgraded to the intermediate level.

   Could this be the legendary "hidden occupation"?

  Unfortunately, his question is destined to be unanswered. Hablon the Soul Inducer is very busy and has no time to explain the power branches of these shadows to this little brother who has just joined them.

   After finishing the curse removal and throwing an unintelligible **** curse on Blake, he disappeared into the thick fog with the polluted Eye of Palles.

  Blake, who was holding the soul lamp in his hand, looked to the sea, and the cool and evil keel battleship Nagfar that plundered the soul had also dived into the abyss and disappeared.

  The remaining fog was quickly dispelled by the sea breeze and sunlight.

   restored the original tranquility of the reef coast, and as the sun shone on Blake, the warmth of the long absence made Blake take a deep breath at this moment.

   He felt the joy of breathing again.

   I felt the fresh senses of being a living person again, and I smelled those good smells, those...

   "It's disgusting!"

The return of   's sense of smell doesn't seem to be a good thing either.

   In the next instant, Blake retched from the stench from his body. Well, he has been walking in the swamp and deep sea all this time, and has no time for personal hygiene.

   But this stench is unexpectedly suitable for the profession of pirates.

   After all, pirates, just like that, sloppy.

   "Take a shower first, then go to the wetlands. Uh, why go to the wetlands?"

  Blake took off his clothes, and a very strange idea suddenly popped up in his mind. He glanced at the spirit lamp, which was shining with an ominous light at his feet, and then glanced at the sky.

"A young dragon can't be more powerful than Hela, right? Even the bronze dragon is the same. If you can find a way to kill it, you can use the soul lamp to restrain the soul of the nosy young dragon. .

   Even a dragon has a soul.

   Then sell it to Hela, and use it for something good, and you can also solve a trouble easily. "

  The new pirates were naked in the slapping tide. They were naked as thin as ribs, and they plunged into the sea with their little murlocs, and began to do personal hygiene work in detail.

  After the undead curse was removed, he finally had time on the water to take a look at his face.

   The results were disappointing.

  The curse of the undead solidifies his flesh and blood into a state of thinness like a mummified corpse, which will be removed, and the body will take time to recover, which will not see Prince Drake's face as handsome as it should be.

   He is Dai Lin's son.

  His sister Jaina will become a famous beauty in the whole of Azeroth in ten years, and even the blue dragon can't resist the beauty of the sea girl.

   Logically speaking, Prince Drake can't be ugly.

  It's a pity that the burns from the dragon fire destroyed the handsomeness of this face. The face now reflected on the water can make children cry.

Um.

  Black himself was about to cry at his own ugliness.

   The good news is that his bald head is expected to grow hair. The bad news is that although the wound has begun to scab, if this injury is to recover, it is estimated that a powerful priest will have to help.

   After all, it is the fire of the dragon, and it is almost impossible to heal itself.

   However, the future can be expected!

   "Ah, so comfortable, this sea breeze, this sunshine, this water"

  Blake was lying on the beach, stretching his body, allowing himself to be disinfected by the sun. The health bar on the character card, which was stuck at 70% and could not be recovered, began to rise naturally.

The    cursed weakness was removed, and the new pirates immediately felt the return of strength.

   He now feels like he can kill a cow with one punch

  Well, it must be an illusion.

   After all, the warrior class is gone, and strength is no longer his strong point. In the future, what he should pursue is agility, drawing a sword in the dark, and stabbing with blood.

   In literary terms.

   Kill a person in ten steps, and leave a thousand miles behind.

or.

   From then on, he escaped into the shadows and walked on a lonely road. The darkness was his warhorse, and the blood was his cloak. Wherever he went, only death and silly little murlocs took him with him.

   "I like the feeling of being alive."

  Black stretched his hand over his chest, he could feel his heartbeat, which made him feel at ease.

   "Let's go!"

   After ten minutes of relaxation, the new pirates put on their washed clean clothes again, and resumed that **** mix-and-match style.

   He looked up and down at his poor appearance, and then waved to the little murloc who was still playing in the water behind him.

Say;

   "This place is not far from the Dwarven Fortress of Dangalok. Let's go there and kill a few orcs to prove our ability to Hela, and by the way, we will find the dwarves to change into a decent set of clothes.

Um?

   What are you holding in your hand? "

  Black looked back and saw the little fishman croaking, running over with a big clam found from the water, and handing it to the new pirate like a treasure.

   And the soul hunter of the underworld squatted down and used a dagger to pin the big clam.

   A golden light floated before his eyes.

  In the shell of the clam, there is a round pearl as beautiful as gold, which is a real top grade at first glance.

   "Cool! Gold pearls, good stuff."

  Blake whistled, took off the golden pearl, threw it into the magic bag, took out a large piece of jerky, stuffed it into the little murloc's arms, and held the croaking little murloc in his arms.

   "At such a young age, he knows how to hunt for treasures and subsidize his family."

Mr.    Pirate stroked the slick little head of Pember and said:

   "I really didn't hurt you in vain."

   "Because we are in such a good mood, let's speed up and kill a few orcs to celebrate! Ten days, fifty warrior souls.

   As expected of a mission from the **** of death, it’s a bit difficult.

   Raise the pirate class to level 15 first, and it should give me a skill. I’m really looking forward to it. Everything has changed for the better. Who said that the dead are all bad people?

   Colleagues in Hell are obviously very kind. "

   (end of this chapter)