Azeroth Trail of Light

Black clouds entwined in the far distance of the sky, and streaks of inconspicuous thunder lights kept appearing in the clouds, and then disappeared in a flash, like a giant thunder snake rolling in the clouds, ready to accept sacrifices from this world.

The low sky seems to be brewing violent storms all the time. For those who live at sea, this kind of weather is undoubtedly the most disgusting and worrying. Sailors are always the most superstitious group of guys in the world. Word of mouth, many stories will become weird and scary.

For example, on the deck of the "Queen of the Northland", there are groups of sailors talking in low voices. They are wearing dirty clothes and even holding various amulets in their hands. There are righteous gods and evil gods. Well, the captains generally don't care about this kind of thing, as long as the sailors don't do too much, they won't be too harsh on these poor people who are making a living at sea.

However, for the sailors of the Queen of the Northland, this merchant ship ranked in the northern part of the entire eastern kingdom has three taboos that everyone knows. No one dares to violate these taboos. already dead.

"Clang, boom, boom"

The strong and ruthless boatswain held a waist knife and rang the small bell on the edge of Squad A on time, which represented the arrival of the most anticipated moment every day.

dinner time!

As a battleship retired from the Kingdom of Stormwind, this ship has a special kitchen, and the chef "Red Fish" Old Wright, who is well-known in the seas of the entire Northland, personally cooks the dishes. This is an additional benefit of the Queen of the Northland. up.

"I said, why does the captain have to come to this ghost place to do business?"

The new sailor Duncan, nicknamed "Handsome Boy", is holding his own wooden bowl and munching on delicious fried fish steaks, while quietly asking the old sea dog Phil Laren next to him, these two guys have the same past, They were all members of the notorious Bloodsail Pirates. The difference is that Phillaren, who had become the leader of a fleet, followed his fleet after encountering the fleet of the Dark Lord Senxia by accident. evaporation.

Duncan thought that Filaren was dead, but it wasn't until the entire Bloodsail pirates were uprooted by the sea emperor Dai Lin that he met the old man on a hasty escape, and then joined the Queen of the Northland.

"You shouldn't ask, don't ask!"

Compared with Duncan's activeness, Phil Laren, who is over 40 years old, has long since become a standard old sea dog who is indifferent to everything. The golden fried egg was transferred to Duncan who was eager to see through, and then he began to taste the lobster fried rice carefully prepared by the chef for himself.

On the sea, it is very difficult to eat this kind of fresh land food, which is also a symbol of Phillaren's status. He is currently the first mate of the Queen of the Northland, the real "big man" on this ship.

Duncan shrugged his shoulders, finished eating the fried eggs in two or three bites, wiped his mouth, and while dealing with his fish steak, asked again, "Brother Phillaren, where are we going this time? Why do I feel that the course is not right? ...Does this seem to be the direction to Menethil Harbor?"

This question made the first mate pause for a while. Logically speaking, this question should not be answered, but Duncan can find the difference in the slightly deflected course just by feeling. This is obviously an enviable navigation. Talent, that's why he looked at this young guy differently, this kind of talent is needed if the fleet is to expand.

So he thought for a while, looked around, and then lowered his voice.

"That's right, we are indeed going to Menethil Harbor this time, but the next stop on the journey...Island of Atonement!"

"What!"

Duncan's voice immediately raised an octave, which attracted the attention of other pirates who were clamoring for a meal, but soon, no one paid attention to him anymore. He turned his head and saw Phillaren's cold eyes. Duncan Swallowing hard,

"Yes... I'm sorry, I'm just too surprised! Brother Phillaren, the Atonement Island, isn't that the legendary "ghost island"? I heard people say that more than 20 years ago, that island was Kurti Rath's naval supply base was raided by orcs and failed to complete his mission. Randomly, those soldiers who were burned to death became ghosts after death, guarding the island forever, and anyone who dared to board it would A terrible death...no one can take anything from that island!"

As he spoke, Duncan's expression became terrified, so these rude and sensitive sailors usually make up their own stories, trying to scare others, to show their knowledge and knowledge, but often the first The ones who were frightened were themselves.

"Okay, forget about that boring legend."

Phillaren quickly finished his fried rice, threw one of the limes on the plate to Duncan, and then patted him on the shoulder,

"It's just an ordinary island...Well, if you want to know more, stay in Class A at midnight tonight, and it depends on whether you have the guts."

Phil Laren stood up, and when he walked by Duncan, he left another meaningful sentence,

"Do you want to be like them, to be a stupid and useless pirate... or to become a truly valuable person. You have already made a mistake once, Duncan. This is your last chance."

After finishing speaking, the first mate patted the sailor's shoulder twice, then wobbled the rum with him, and walked up to Class A. Outside the window, there was a muffled thunder, and the storm finally came. .

That night, Duncan slept in the hammock, listening to the snoring of the sailors around him, he tossed and turned. Finally, he gritted his teeth, got up from the hammock, carried a dim lantern, and walked into the already icy night. Above the rain-covered Class A.

There, the gang was already waiting.

"Come here, Duncan!"

The voice of Phillaren brought the sailors back to their senses. He quickly walked towards those guys in black cloaks, one of them was Phillaren. Duncan glanced at it by the light of the fire, and was surprised to find that there were dignified figures on this ship. They are all among them, and like a sharp sword, standing at the forefront is their captain, "Mysterious Gibbs".

That's what everyone called him, a real mysterious guy, and the first taboo on this ship, anyone who dared to delve into the captain's secrets would die the next day.

"Is this the person you recommended?"

Gibbs asked without looking back, and Phil Laren nodded, "He is very young, has good martial arts skills, and has a talent for sailing. Most importantly, he is a smart man."

"Oh, a wise man, that's a rarity on this ship."

Mr. Captain made a joke, but no one, whether it was him or anyone else, laughed out loud. At this moment, Duncan finally saw the captain's attire clearly. He didn't look like a pirate, and the expensive leather coat on his body And the command knife studded with gems, making him look like a middle-aged old nobleman.

Temperament is more like!

"What are you looking at? Kid!"

Just when Duncan was secretly observing Gibbs, the indifferent voice came from the captain's mouth, startling the poor young man, "Well... I've seen you, right? Three years ago, in the northern part of the Booty Coast On the sea, I defeated a bloodsail pirate who dared to resist... By the way, you are one of the fugitives who jumped into the sea to escape, what is the name of that ship... Nautilus?"

The sound made Duncan take a step back, and sat down on the rain-soaked deck. The cold rain hit his frightened face. He finally knew the truth about the mysterious captain...Dark Lord! The Nautilus was sunk by the Dark Lord's flagship!

God! It's the Dark Lord!

"Well, let the lad stand up, Phil Laren, he looks terrified."

Gibbs quickly lost interest, he waved his hand, a green light flashed in his indifferent eyes, the first officer hurriedly dragged Duncan up from the deck, and then gave him a bottle of rum , the sailor took a few sips fiercely, this spicy liquid gave him new strength, maybe it was the entanglement in the past, maybe it was the impulse of the young man, he asked for the first time,

"Captain...are you, are you..."

Gibbs was observing the approaching lights, and was suddenly disturbed by this question. He turned his head to look at the frightened young man, and saw him muttering but dared not express his conjecture. At this moment, Gibbs Booth seemed to think of a joke, he opened his mouth and smiled, and suddenly became gentle.

"Who is it? The Dark Lord?"

The name made Duncan's body tremble for a while, and then he nodded vigorously, his eyes were full of anticipation beyond fear... My God, the Dark Lord! The eternal legend of the South China Sea! Duncan never even thought that a small person like himself would have the opportunity to stand in front of the legendary Dark Lord.

But he was obviously disappointed. Gibbs shook his head and said with emotion,

"No, child, I am not the Dark Lord."

Seeing that Duncan was a little disappointed, Phil Laren patted him on the shoulder and said loudly, "The person standing in front of you is the number two figure in the Dark Lord's fleet, "Old Sea Wolf" Gibbs, Sera Mr. Viscount of the Principality of Morocco, you are in command of a powerful banshee fleet, you fool."

"Okay, okay! It's time to get down to business, shut up your child, Phil Laren, those beasts don't care who he is."

Gibbs shook his hands, and turned his head indifferently to look at the lights on the black island not far away. He strode towards the edge of Class A, where Lauren, the boatswain, had already lowered a small boat. , apparently, they were going to the island.

"Come on, Duncan."

Five minutes later, in the gently swaying water, the boat docked, and Gibbs was the first to get off the boat. Opposite them, a dozen figures hidden in the darkness were waiting for them. Duncan saw a scar on his forehead at the first sight of the big bald head with his upper body naked in the storm. It was hard to imagine that anyone could survive such an injury.

"You guys are 2 days later than last time!"

The tall, strong, fierce bald man stepped forward and whispered, "You have broken the agreement!"

"Hmph, promise?"

Facing this unceremonious questioning, Gibbs countered indifferently, "Who made an agreement with whom? Don't forget, if it wasn't for the personal friendship between your master and the Dark Lord, we wouldn't be here at all! We Respecting Ms. Velinde does not mean that I also have friendship with you, that lady is willing to help you is her business, but it has nothing to do with us, we are just businessmen."

"Recognize your position, Grimson! You're just a real little guy, so don't play this game with me!"

"Pooh!"

The bald man named Grimson cursed viciously, "Bullshit businessman! A group of dirty pirates, without you, we can take Gilneas as well, and you can call Ms. Velinde by name? It seems I want to teach you a lesson on behalf of your master, what is dignity and inferiority!"

After finishing speaking, the savage bald man moved his shoulders. Under the illumination of the lantern in his hand, Duncan could clearly see that all the muscles on this guy's body were shaking abnormally, and his face was twisting. And amidst a distant wolf howl, Grimson's body completely lost its human form, turning into a... a werewolf with white manes all over its body and claws as sharp as knives!

This horrific creature that seemed to come out of myth made Duncan feel hairy all over his body. As a sailor, he knew that werewolves were not just legends. Officials blocked the news.

The dozens of figures behind Grimson also quickly transformed amidst the howling of wolves, and then surrounded Gibbs and his party at a speed that Duncan could barely see.

"Careful! Mr. Gibbs!"

Duncan drew out his waist knife, waved it wildly, and stood in front of Gibbs, shouting, "You beasts! Go away! Our artillery can easily tear you apart!"

"Beast?"

Grimson, who turned into a werewolf, grinned dangerously on his wolf-shaped head. He looked at Gibbs behind Duncan, "Your subordinates call us beasts? Do you want to see the fury of real beasts? "

After all, Duncan is only a 24-year-old young man. In his previous life, the most dangerous opponents were those Naga who crawled out of the sea, but now, he has to fight desperately with a dozen terrifying werewolves, which makes the young man How not to be afraid? But the next moment, a palm with a black leather glove was placed on Duncan's trembling shoulder.

Gibbs bypassed his loyal subordinates, he looked at Grimson, the green light in the depths of his eyes became more and more intense,

"Are you threatening me? Nandus probably doesn't know that his subordinate is doing a dangerous thing... For the sake of the respected Ms. Velinde, give you one last chance, Grimson, change back, and then Continue our business! I can pretend nothing happened!"

The story of Gilneas happened during Dick's journey to Mardon, it happened at the same time, and it didn't happen after he returned to Azeroth~Remember this~