Chapter 767 They Hit Theirs, Let's Watch Ours (*^▽^*)

Those black and ink-like thick fogs of evil curses rolled and spread from the depths of the sea in the southeast, they have finally gradually enveloped the entire city of Freeport in Bilgewater Bay, gradually engulfing the entire Python Islands with the largest population in the south. The sky of this city, the streets built by the mountains, the bridges in the mountains, the houses and the docks on the sea, etc., are all included in the dark and cold mist.

Then...

It didn't take long before the black mist, which was still somewhat thin, unexpectedly became thicker and thicker!

If anyone looked into the distance from their own home at this time, the lights of the entire harbor city that were dotted on the sea in the past and integrated with the sea in the past have disappeared without a trace? Between heaven and earth, apart from the pitch-black mass of silence, there seems to be only the endless chill and the faint wails and cries of cursed evil spirits and twisted dead souls hidden in the black mist Howling sound.

Water Cemetery...

Here in Bilgewater City, all those who have a certain status or status, after they die normally or abnormally, are not directly buried in the ground, but are classified as a special place in the port area. In the sea area of ​​the water cemetery, it was suspended in the deep sea water, protected and hidden with sea water and scavenging aggressive fish, and finally returned to the embrace of the 'bearded lady'.

Of course, they are not just thrown into the sea. People in Bilgewater will tie a buoy above the sunken body that can float on the water forever. Of course, in addition to these, the epitaph can also be a captain's hat, a bounty medal, a knife, a weapon, a small lighthouse, a bell, or a flag that can represent a name, etc...

But the water cemetery is not something that all Bilgewater people can enjoy, because, even if you don’t mention the high cost of sinking corpses and devices such as sinking body buoys for water burials, it’s only for the gangsters who occupy the water cemetery. The cemetery fee, labor fee, sea area planning fee, buoy management fee, cleaning fee, guide fee and other messy fees paid are enough to discourage Bilgewater people from ordinary families!

so,

Those Bilgewater people who lived very humble lives, after they died, they were either eaten and rotted by wharf rats in a certain ditch, or they were thrown directly into the sea to make a fuss. Not everyone can do it. Those who can afford the 'cemetery' in the water cemetery area can enjoy the 'high-standard' treatment that can be remembered or talked about by living people after death.

At this time,

Surrounded by black mist, strange cries like seabirds suddenly came from the silent sea that was filled with all kinds of buoys in the water cemetery area... Of course, there were also those sharp tremors. The bells are ringing! !

Those tombstones of different sizes and colors floating on the sea surface with the buoy suddenly started to sway back and forth and tremble like a convulsion...

Thinking about the current situation in Bilgewater, it is not difficult to imagine that those noble sunken corpses suspended under those buoys must have all come back to life, trying to break the cage that bound them and break free from those Heavy water coffins, anchors, gun barrels, rubble pile nets, rusty shells, or pounded buckets, etc., with which they were tied, and climbed to the shore?

It's a pity that they were tied up in the sea and couldn't swim yet. At this time, they couldn't do anything except struggle and shake in the sea and make the buoys sway! However, this matter has to be said to be ironic?

Because, those who originally wanted to hide in the sea under the care of the "Ms. Beard" and gain peace and mourning, at this time they were the first to become the victims of this extremely serious soul-eating night, and became "re-" One of the accursed undead who came to life...

But in any case, the black shadows rolling over the sky of Bilgewater, the fog of conflicts in the streets, and the cold fog steaming on the sea, etc.

It is enough to illustrate the fact that:

The terrible cursed black mist spreading from the Shadow Island, the most terrifying soul-eating night in the daily culture of the Bilgewater people, those black mist, here they come!

Moreover, it is more serious than ever! !

...

White Harbor,

In this gang stronghold converted from a large warehouse here, Sarah, the owner of Miss Fortune, and the bastard gang leaders and leaders of the gangs under her, are carefully holding their breath, standing or Squatting, hiding quietly in groups of three or four in this large room that is already shrouded in darkness, where the hands cannot be seen, and there is basically no extra light.

'...'

'...'

call!

hiss! call!

Apart from the vague, heavy breathing of unknown origin, they didn't dare to make even the slightest sound at this moment!

even,

Some people only dare to breathe carefully, control themselves to hold their breath, and try to keep themselves quiet... However, the muzzles of the muskets in their hands did not remain still, but let them point at any moment at any time. Make abnormal noises, or look around at those breathable windows that may be broken in by monsters!

Although, even they themselves know that those invisible cursed souls, undead, or other monsters that drifted to the Shadow Island of Bilgewater with the black mist, if they want to break into this wooden house, they must be They will not be blocked by the walls of those hard wooden houses, but they still subconsciously hope for those strong walls, and subconsciously trust those obstacles that can bring them a little sense of security. , which can be seen from the fact that almost everyone of them is against the wall at this time.

'Woo...'

suddenly!

Just as Miss Fortune Sarah and her unreliable gang leaders waited for a long time, they didn't encounter any danger, and they didn't see any undead breaking in, not even the cursed black mist that filled the air. How much has spread, thinking that the undead have not been able to find them, and let them continue to linger here, thinking that they can persist until dawn...

Finally, at this time, an uninvited guest visited the not too hidden place where they were hiding!

‘Whoooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo…’

A blue transparent ghost, while emitting the kind of low moans and distorted pain that can make even those timid people feel the trembling of the soul, slowly drilled in from the south wall.

'! ! '

'! ? '

In such a situation, everyone present was so frightened that they unconsciously turned their loaded guns in unison, and while continuing to hide their bodies in the darkness, they also pointed at the intruder at the same time. Uninvited guests who came in.

It was a person dragging out bursts of illusory black smoke, with a faint outline of a human being, but with an abnormally distorted face, whose appearance was not clearly visible, but which kept emitting a faint blue fluorescent light. A translucent, weird guy made up of a cloud of black smoke.

It really is the cursed undead from Shadow Island! !

'...'

'...'

In an instant, everyone's breathing seemed to stop temporarily...

Because, according to some good people from Bilgewater, if you hold your breath and hold your breath during the night of eclipse, you can make the dead souls ignore their own existence in the dark night?

Regardless of whether this trick is useful or not, now, at such a terrible time, no one would be stupid enough to question the authenticity of this rumor! !

Anyway, including Miss Fortune Sarah, everyone instantly showed the super breath-holding ability they only use when diving! All of them closed their mouths tightly one by one, stopped the gas exchange between their nasal cavity, lungs and the outside world, and their entire bodies were fixed on the intruder with the muzzles and eyes. The ghost of the undead, vigilant of the opponent's every move, the rest of the body parts are stiff and motionless.

'Woo...'

'Woo...'

That blue figure, like a puff of smoke, first walked around in this large warehouse converted into a study, and then wandered slowly and aimlessly. It seems that he really didn't notice everyone present? But it seems to be determining the number of living people hidden here? !

But no matter what it is doing, no one dares to act rashly at this time! !

'Woo...'

‘Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo’

The ghost of the evil monster from Shadow Island is still wandering around, and the air is filled with that cold and vicious curse... and fortunately, none of the people here are particularly timid, otherwise I'm afraid they will blow up the nest first without waiting for the other party to make any actual moves, right?

‘Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuu…’

The ghost wandered around the room aimlessly...

It seems that it really couldn't find anyone hiding here, because it didn't touch anyone's body, and it didn't stay in front of a certain person for any extra time. The eyes on its distorted face, It also doesn't really focus on any one person's face or body.

'Oh woo woo...'

But soon, it used its actual actions to tell everyone a cruel fact, that is:

In the face of these cursed undead resentful souls, any superficial moves, whether it is hiding in a house, box or cabinet, or closing your eyes and holding your breath to pretend to be dead, are all useless! Because, they can smell the stench of living people, hear their heartbeat, and feel the warm body temperature on their bodies that makes them jealous!

'Hiss! ! ! '

After the ghost floated around in a circle, it first lightly, pretending to be nonchalant, stopped in front of one of the gang leaders whose body was shaking the most, his eyes were wide open, and even his head was sweating coldly. Then, its whole body suddenly swelled up, and it turned into a ferocious look, and it rushed over with a scream!

"??"

"Go away!!"

The gang leader who couldn't help but want to shoot for a long time finally became tough at the same time!

So, holding the weapon in his hand tightly, he directly raised the muzzle of the gun and pulled the trigger fiercely at the monster that was rushing towards him, causing the hammer of the musket to hit the fire door of the musket, and then Amidst the explosive sound and the burning flames of the gunpowder that was extremely shiny in the dark room, a metal bead that is said to be able to harm the undead moved from the muzzle of the gun spewing sparks towards the ghost's body. The ferocious transparent head shot out.

Boom! !

'! ! '

'Woo~! '

With a gunshot, amidst the wailing sound of the ghost, after the bullet passed through the ghost's head without any hindrance, it stopped suddenly, and then unexpectedly The whole soul body exploded like a punctured blister?

'...'

'...'

After the gunshots, the room quickly returned to calm, and it was once again plunged into darkness... Of course, the difference from just now is that the sound of rapid breathing here seems to be getting more and more intense. heavy.

Because, almost everyone can feel that the air around them seems to be getting colder?

'! ! '

'Look! Here they come, no good! fire! fire! ! '

Boom! Boom!

'I have it here too! ! '

'And over there, shoot! kill them all! ! '

'Ha ha! Monster, you don't want to take my old smoker away! ! '

‘Scum of the Shadow Isles, go to hell! ! '

Boom! Boom! Snapped! !

Excitement, perhaps, fear-induced hysteria?

Anyway, when these gang leaders hiding here discovered the kind of projectiles fired by the weapons in their hands, and found that the gadgets could indeed cause effective damage to the undead, they began to gather more ghosts from the walls in all directions. As they poured in, they all started roaring and firing, and soon immersed the White Harbor Wharf warehouse in gunpowder smoke, flames, and bursts of excited cursing and shouting.

Of course, there must have been gunshots one after another, after all, there were more than twenty of them cats and dogs inside.

"..."

However, what their gangsters who were shouting loudly and cooperating furiously did not know was that while they were busy shooting and reloading Ankang undead in the dark, a red-haired woman actually shot After smashing one of the ghosts and the window sill behind the ghost, he seized the opportunity and jumped out of the house in the light of the fire?

And those robber leaders who were constantly firing alternately, had no idea that their leader, their Miss Fortune, had already slipped away first, ran outside the house, and left them all behind. .

"snort!"

A bunch of idiots! !

With a curse in her heart, Sarah, Miss Fortune, who jumped out of the house, did not dare to continue to shoot lightly. After she saw the massive ghost monsters flying in the black mist flying towards their hiding place, she hurried to Grabbing in his ammunition bag, he suddenly spilled a piece of special ammunition that has been proven to restrain the undead. After scaring away the ghosts blocking the way, he turned around and disappeared into a small road in the dark. in the lane.

And behind her, in the warehouse house on the wharf, there were still musket sounds one after another, the flashes of musket fire and the figure reflected on the window sill, as well as the frantic rush towards that place. Yes, it seems that there are almost thousands of scary ghosts.

"..."

Sarah knew that those idiots were probably in danger!

And now she had to take advantage of the chaos, the hustle and bustle of people in various places, the screams of living people being attacked, and the surrounding fire before they completely disappeared, and ran to a safer place! Like, a dense residential area on a hill with more people sharing the stress, or... near the temple of that sure-safe bearded lady Nagakaporos on the top of the hill?

"Hum hum……"

"Despair, knight, under the power of the Shadow Isles, your lives are just a burden, and I... will generously give you true freedom!!"

Shadow of War, Hecarim, the Death Ghost Knight of the Iron Group, was waving his huge and heavy warblade, constantly kicking on the hard rocky ground of Bilgewater, coldly With a grinning grin, he looked at the golden armored knight in front of him who was riding a tall golden armored horse, wearing the same golden plate armor, and holding a long broadsword exuding golden flame energy that he hated. Said mockingly.

Since Hecarim was swept away by the curse of Ruin on the Blessed Isles hundreds of years ago, he and his Iron Legion have been imprisoned in the Shadow Isles forever... and he has been sealed away for hundreds of years In this strange reconstruction of the former body and horse!

Driven by that cold curse, he, Hecarim, apart from angrily patrolling the Shadow Isles, the land he once wanted to conquer, and fighting and fighting with the black mist that spread outward from the Shadow Isles, It had been a long time since he and the horde of ghosts of the Iron Legion had fought an even-handed foe, and it had been a long time since he had fought heartily and reminisced about his long-lost glory.

But now, a powerful enemy is in front of him, and he is also a knight, which makes Hecarim very interested in beheading the other party, and bestowing eternal death on the other party, joining his Iron Group Here, enjoy the eternal suffering and torment with them! !

"Evil undead!!"

"My great sword, it's called Ashbringer, is also the nemesis of your undead! I will use its power to uphold justice in this land! I firmly believe that I will be like the one who expelled our Kingdom of Lordaeron!" Like the Scourge, wipe you and your undead army from this island!!"

"I will firmly believe in this!!"

After finishing speaking, Alexandros Mograine, the Ashbringer, paladin lord, and head of the Knights of the Silver Hand, erupted the power of the Holy Light in his body, making them and the "Ashbringer" in his hand They complement each other, making his whole body engulfed in bursts of golden flames of holy light, just like a golden God of War descending from the God Realm, looking very mighty and mighty!

At the same time, under the illumination of his golden holy light, the surrounding black mist and the undead flying around with the black mist retreated one after another. Inside, a large open area and the fierce undead who was confronting him were left behind.

He, Alexandros Mograine, is not afraid of the opponent, at least not in the current one-on-one situation! And the reason why he hasn't activated the sigil given to him by their leader Anne, and hasn't summoned their Knights of the Silver Hand, is actually to be able to talk to the guy in front of him before that. Let's fight! !

After all, seriously, after the Scourge in the world of Azeroth 'set things right' and was controlled by the former prince of the high elves, the new Lich King Kael'thas, he Alexandros Moglai It has been a long time since Ni has been able to face a worthy opponent, especially an evil undead like the one in front of him!

so,

Now his acuity against the enemy is no lower than that of the different death knight on the opposite side! It's just that he doesn't know how capable the other party is. Is it as strong as the former Lich King Arthas, who killed his master and father?

...

"Well……"

"Hey! Which of the two of them do you think will win?"

The little murloc, Fitz, was happily sitting on the railing of the biggest balcony on the second floor of the house with another little girl who was upset, watching the two people who were confronting each other in the small square-like garden below. The two cavalry discussed with their eyes wide open.

The ordinary undead around are afraid to approach her or the little girl next to her, so Fitz is also happy to relax. He can imitate the other party and sit directly on the railing, dangling his feet, looking at what is coming below. The kind of duel between knights that broke out.

"Of course it's Uncle Mograine!!"

For this kind of thing, Annie felt that there was no need to think about it at all!

Because, that Uncle Alexandros Mograine is hers, if the other party really can't beat him, she will immediately open the portal and let a large group of ferocious and cruel paladins rush out and turn over Get rid of that ugly centaur undead knight! !

or……

She can also help cheating secretly, such as secretly stumbling the centaur without anyone being able to find out, such as making it run with stones, accidentally being caught by flowers, plants, small stones, etc. Hit it?

(…)

(●￣￣●)

"But I think it's the one with four legs, because it's bigger and has more feet!!"

The little murloc Fizz doesn't quite agree with the little girl Annie's opinion, because in the ocean, when those deep-sea monsters fight, only those sea monsters that are bigger, have more tentacles or legs can win! And those who are thin, are often defeated and eaten by the bigger ones!

In fact, the two below are obviously the big blue-green guy who is stronger than the golden one, and the chance of victory should be a little bigger?

"But……"

Σ(д)

"One, two, three, four... Counting the horses, Uncle Mograine has six legs in total, and he is the one with more legs!!"

(⊙w⊙`)

Aniko never thought that she could win a fight with more legs, but if that was the case, it seemed that the Uncle Mograine she summoned from Azeroth had more feet?

"??"

"Yeah... It seems that he really needs two more legs... But he is a little thinner..."

In terms of body size, that’s not to say, the undead knight must be stronger, but if it has more legs, it’s the golden guy who needs two more, so the little murloc Fitz feels a little embarrassed , I don't know how to calculate this matter, who has a better chance of winning?

"Anyway, Uncle Mograine will definitely win!!"

With little Annie helping her cheat secretly, she never thought that the paladin, Uncle Alexandros Mograine, would fail.

"No!!"

"I still think the big guy will win!!"

After struggling for a while, the little murloc finally felt that the undead knight with all kinds of hideous skull decorations on his body was better than the one above and below.

"Mograine will win!"

(`)

"Four-legged wins!!"

The little murloc Fitz expressed dissatisfaction! !

"Mograine!!"

(●-`Д-)ノ

'Four-legged! ! '

Fitz still sticks to his point!

Just like that, the two of them sat on the balcony on the second floor, facing the spacious flat ground below, facing each other, one was covered in gold, and the other was covered in that kind of gold. Dirty plate armor, but the monsters that were indeed filled with the power of the cold necromancer began to argue with each other.

(…)

(●￣￣●)

(Little master...someone is coming again, right behind you on the roof...)

(Finally, Tibbers couldn't help reminding a bad-hearted little master who just played and argued with his playmates and didn't care about the surrounding situation at all. It thinks, if another person dares to be so careless, I'm afraid I don’t know how many times I’ve died, right?)

'Hey hey...'

‘I still think that little fish is right, that fellow Hecarim will win? '

A gloomy and empty laughter suddenly sounded behind the two of them, as if it came from a distant and deep void.

"Eh?"

∑(△｀)? !

"who?!"

In the next second, whether it was Little Anne, who was reminded by her little bear Tibbers, or the little murloc Fitz, who was startled by the sinister laughter, they all turned their heads to the roof above the balcony where they were behind. look.

There, there is floating a red mage robe, wearing the same red tall hat, holding a thick book in his left hand, and holding a long staff in his right... an archlich? !

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