MTL - Azeroth Shadow Trail-Chapter 105 15. It's a trap! Abandon ship! (superior)

   Chapter 105 15. This is a trap! Abandon ship! (superior)

   "The **** fog is approaching! Less than two thousand yards left! They're still accelerating!"

The haze of **** surging on the sea behind him gave up the escape that expanded outwards at this moment. Under the manipulation of Hablon, the soul-inducing person, the gray and cold fog seemed to lock on the target, gathering and scattering like It is an army of thousands of horses galloping on the sea.

   and transformed into various monsters, chasing Black's ship all the way.

   In the previous battle, everyone knew the intractability of these **** fogs of hell.

   Once surrounded by it, you will immediately lose your sense of direction.

  In the shroud of fog, the ocean currents and sea breezes will become chaotic and abnormal, but the half-giant undead of the Kvaldir Legion will not be affected.

   And those kvaldir warriors won't really be killed in the fog-covered range.

   In addition to Blake's ability as a spirit hunter, who can shred souls and turn them into "experience", no matter how crazy the orcs resist, it's hard to really hurt these **** warriors.

   In other words, in this last moment of escape, once the haze of **** shrouded it, Black and his ship were finished!

   The end of escape that is close at hand will become as far away as the ends of the earth.

"boom"

   A barrel of gunpowder was pushed out of the cabin by the orcs. According to Black's request, they fixed the barrels of gunpowder all over the deck and stuffed a lot in the stern.

   And several naval guns on the deck were also pushed into the gun positions, and the orc gunners held torches and were ready for the artillery battle.

   "woo woo woo"

   The low and desolate sound of the vrykul horn reverberated in the fog that was getting closer and closer behind, and the sound of a large number of ships crossing the sea also sounded on the sea.

  Kvaldir's mist warriors are sitting in their traditional dragon-headed longships, hiding in the mist, roaring and provoking the ships ahead.

   In the naval battle two days ago, Blake, the betrayer of the Underworld, used a sly trick to interrupt the siege of the half-giant undead and escaped.

   This is already a great shame in the eyes of these manic kvaldir mist warriors!

  In the tens of thousands of years they entered the **** and served Queen Hela, they rarely encountered such a dilemma of being escaped by their prey.

   If the previous hunt still carried a bit of sarcasm and contempt, now in this battle that is about to begin, Habloon has already dispatched the real elites under his command.

  Behind the spreading fog, the keeled battleship Nagfar broke out from the depths of the sea again. This gloomy ghost ship still had traces of being destroyed and ignited by high-level demons.

  This ghost ship was made by Queen Hela herself. Its hull can heal itself by swallowing souls. Although the big hole on the deck has been repaired, the skull of the high-level demon has also been made into a stern image.

   But it still made Hablon, who regarded him as a treasure, very dissatisfied.

   He stood on the bow deck of the ghost ship with a gloomy face at this time, looking at the tattered ship that was about to be completely shrouded in fog ahead, his gray eyes were filled with ruthlessness.

  This time, the cunning betrayal cannot escape no matter what!

   Ah, the long hunt is finally over.

  I will eventually bring the soul of the betrayer and the treasure that should have been handed over to the queen, and return to **** with a victory to make up for the stupid mistakes I made.

   "Alas, it's still a little bit."

   At the same time, with almost twenty minutes remaining to the coastline, Blake could already feel the gloomy and gloomy wind brought by the mighty fog behind him.

   The evening sky above my head quickly darkened again.

   He shook his head and spun the steering wheel in his hand to the left sharply, allowing the boat, which was galloping at high tide, to make a sharp turn on the sea, and a minute later, the boat turned sideways.

   against the enemy with the left string.

   "Rewind! Anchor!"

   The captain took his hands off the steering wheel and shouted to the orcs on the deck. Those orcs were a little confused about this order, shouldn't they run away now?

   This is, give up and escape, and want to confront it head-on?

   Doubt returned to doubt, under the prestige that Black had established, the orcs quickly threw the anchor into the sea, and tried their best to stow the sail.

  Blake stood on the deck with his hips akimbo, watching the fog that covered the sky rushing towards him.

   He shook his head and said to the orcs behind him:

   "You get on the boat and run. The next thing is a personal grievance between me and Lord Hablon, and you are not eligible to participate."

   "Captain! You."

   A storm predator exclaimed, but before he could finish his words, he saw Blake pick up a torch and put his hand on a naval gun in the gun bay of the ship.

   The blindfolded captain glanced back at him, and the indifferent gaze made the orc shut his mouth.

   The notorious talent that was truly activated, this moment had a miraculous effect. Under Black's gaze, the orcs obediently obeyed the order.

   They threw the last dinghy into the water on the right string, and jumped down one by one grabbing their weapons.

   At the same time, Blake narrowed his eyes and adjusted the gun in his hand slightly.

   aimed at a ship looming in the fog in front of him, and threw a hunter's mark on a half-giant undead on the fastest rushing dragon-headed longboat.

   is like a bright shooting beacon.

   As he pressed his left hand behind the naval gun, the sniper skill was activated and began to charge.

  After two seconds, the lead of the pill pack ignites.

After    five seconds, the charge is completed.

   Another second passed.

"boom"

With a loud noise, the naval gun exploded, and the power of the cannon fired two days ago was repeated. The flying shells plunged into the mist with a dazzling red light.

   While smashing the body of the unfortunate half-giant undead, it also sank the dragon head ship it was in from the middle, and also caused an explosion. At this moment, six heat currents flowed into Black's arm.

   represents the six half-giant undead, which were killed by a sniper at the legendary proficiency of Black.

  The pirate who came out of the shadow floating like a cloak whistled.

   walked to the second naval gun next to him, this time there was no shadow cloak to resist damage, so he had to be a little less powerful and didn't need the hunter's mark.

   Just use sniping.

   Do the same operation again, five seconds later

   "Boom", another cannon blast, piercing the second dragon-headed longship head-on. This time, the power was not as powerful as the legendary blow, and the naval guns did not explode.

   But there are still three experiences that have been recovered to Black.

   He glanced at the experience bar and fired two shots. He was satisfied with the increase in experience, but unfortunately, the fog covered his face in the next instant, so that Blake had no time to shoot leisurely.

   "bang, bang"

The thick harpoons fired by the    harpoon guns were inserted into the hull of the battleship where Blake was the only one left.

   In the violent shaking, the five longships completed the first part of the jumping gang battle with rough ramming.

   In the next second, more than twenty half-giant undead, like a tyrannical herd, roared and jumped onto the deck.

  The armor on them is also rusted, but it is obviously more refined and taller than the armor of the cannon fodder warriors two days ago. These are the elite Kvaldir.

   It seems that Black's escape two days ago really annoyed Habloon.

   "Ow! I'm going to use your head cover as a bowl!"

A vrykul undead resembling a stormtrooper wielded two battle axes and roared loudly at Black. With a very vrykul-style intimidation, he took his warriors and surrounded Black alone on the deck. stand up.

   More and more vrykul undead rushed to the deck.

  Black looked left and right, conservatively estimated that in just a dozen seconds, there were more than forty half-giant undead on the deck.

   When these guys get together, they can already overturn a heavy cavalry with a few hundred people, or the same number of orc infantry. With his current strength, he basically has no solution when he encounters such a situation.

   is dead.?

   "I really don't want to use this.

  God knows what the after-effects will be after using it, I am not a real demon hunter, but there is no inner demon that can cooperate with it. But, the hole card

Isn't    used in the current situation? "

  Blake was surrounded by a group of half-giant undead, like a child surrounded by a group of violent strong men, looking pitiful and helpless.

The vrykul undead around    sneered sneeringly and approached him in unison, looking like they only needed to hack him to death.

   And the pirates did not use weapons.

   He held Gul'dan's skull hanging by a chain on his chest, looked left and right, and then gave a sinister smile to the tallest vrykul captain in front of him.

   "Hell, Hela, Kvaldir. Suck!!"

   In the next instant, with Blake's weird laughter, the shadows and fel magic power surging on Gul'dan's skull poured into his body uncontrollably like a flood that opened the gate.

  Legendary accessory Gul'dan's Skull with effect. Enchanted, activate!

  It hurts!

   This is the first feeling of a pirate.

The influx of    violent magic power seemed to burst him open in an instant.

  The thick shadow and fel magic are intertwined, purple and dark green blend, this moment is like an eggshell, wrapping Blake's body in it.

   In that excruciating pain, he even had the illusion that his body was changing.

strength!

   This is Blake's second feeling.

  The violent magic power poured into the body, which brought a violent increase in power. Seeing that the surrounding Vrykul undead were in bad shape, they swung their weapons and smashed the big eggshell in front of them.

   But at the same moment, a halo-like fel-energy fire radiated a strong sulphur smell and shot out in all directions.

  The scorching fire ring drove the **** undead who were afraid of the flames back, but could not continue to hurt them, but the problem was that there were more than them on the deck.

   There are also powder kegs that have been arranged around in advance.

  Those things that would explode were swept away by this round of dark green flames and were immediately ignited. In the piercing sound of fire, the explosives piled up on the entire ship entered the countdown.

   "Boom"

   A few seconds later, a deafening explosion resounded in the fog of hell, and Habloon, who was standing on the deck in front of the Nagfar, also raised his head at this moment.

   I saw a burst of fire dancing at the end of the fog.

   The Betrayer's ship exploded!

   This is a trap!

   "Is he crazy?"

  Hubron's gray eyes shone with astonishment. He felt very clearly before that the betrayal of Black was on that ship, but now he detonated the ship himself.

  This is suicide?

Do not.

   Wrong!

   is not suicide!

  Black's soul didn't return to the Inducer, he's not dead yet!

   And there is a violent force rising in the fog ahead!

   with the stench of demons and the vibrations of shadows.

and many more

  Hablon's face changed slightly, he looked at the soul lamp in his hand, the pale light was constantly shining, representing some kind of ominous warning.

  The souls of the Kvaldir elites sent by him are rapidly decreasing!

  They are being slaughtered!

   was slaughtered by a monster at a terrifying speed!

   Worst of all, the souls whose bodies dissipated should have returned to the Nagfar to be reborn, but no one could come back!

   It was as if there was a soul-snatching monster, just crawling out of the sea, swallowing its soul and enjoying a destructive feast.

   "Accelerate!"

   The soul-inducing person was startled, and immediately roared towards the deck behind him. The Nagfar, which was moving forward at a constant speed, immediately accelerated and rushed towards the direction of the previous explosion.

   What the **** happened there?

   (end of this chapter)