Old, decayed, with sails full of holes, sailing alone on the sea road before death, the sailors who were unwilling to die sang songs of loss in the mist, and regarded all the living who stepped into their territory as enemies.
, kill everyone mercilessly and smear their blood all over the cabin?
No, that would be too one-sided.
In Tyrion's opinion, a ghost ship should look like this!
It has a thick deck protected by death energy, a group of brave undead crew members who retain self-awareness, a tough and tenacious captain, and artillery that can use alchemical bombs at the same time, as well as cannons that can fire magic shells when necessary.
, excellent stealth ability that can sail both at sea and underwater, and most importantly...the ability to grow yourself.
Just like the current King Power of the Sea.
During the process of Dai Lin being recruited, the admiral made a special request to the Dark Blade King. He tied his soul to his ship, giving this battle fortress on the sea a
A unique life of your own, a greedy life, a terrifying life, a life that can continue to evolve.
Soul Eater!
It feeds on souls. The more souls it devours, the more powerful the battleship will be, its bones will be stronger, and its firepower will be more powerful. It can even take complete control at the expense of the souls trapped in the hull.
A sea.
In the end, it will become the true master of the sea in the endless killing. Just like Dai Lin, this sea will be allowed to roam freely.
But it comes at a price...
It is tightly tied to Dai Lin's soul. Once Dai Lin falls to a truly eternal death, the ship will immediately usher in its own end.
"Ouch!"
The huge ferocious sea beast, whose bloodline is inherited from the Thousand Beard Demon N'zoth, floats its ugly body above the sea. N'zoth is unwilling to give up his favorite soul just like that, and as its messenger, this sea beast is also
Fulfilling one's mission.
It stood firmly in front of Dai Lin's resurrected fleet. Its thick and ferocious tentacles swayed randomly on the sea, setting off huge waves. And beside it, with the purple magic lines on its skin beating, the essence
The sexual darkness extended on the sea, and one after another terrifying faceless men rushed out of the darkness. They raised their tentacle-like twisted arms and launched terrifying waves of darkness, trying to defeat this fleet again.
Dai Lin, on the other hand, stood expressionless on the bridge of the King Power of the Sea. Behind him and his companions, the resurrected ghost battleship slowly turned its bow around on the sea filled with ice floes and endless corpses.
The offensive formation.
"Aren't we going to help him?"
The great lich and his majesty stood side by side on the ice floe on the coast. Under his feet, the head of the sea witch Ms. Nazgar was thrown there. Her enchanting eyes had lost all their luster, and her soul,
Also imprisoned in the Archlich's soul stone, she will be honored as a test subject to participate in the Archlich's next soul test.
Please pray for her.
Faced with the question of the Archlich, Tyrion shook his head and said calmly:
"This is a battle that belongs to him. You know he... always has some inappropriate pride. I don't want to touch the anger of my weird subordinates on this first night... Each of you, don't
Make me worry free."
"Perhaps you should erase our sanity and leave only the fighting instinct. Without wisdom, there will be no worries, no resistance and conflict. Self-thinking is not a blessing to the undead. Thinking is too much.
Too much will always give rise to some ideas that shouldn’t be had.”
The archlich's meaningful advice comes to:
"If you really plan to do this, I can volunteer to be the first test subject. And recently, after reading Mr. Medivh's manuscripts, I have made some breakthroughs in my research on souls."
"If your intelligence and emotions are erased, who will you become?"
Tyrion chuckled:
"Thoughts and feelings, regrets and pain, these are the basis of a soul. Without these, your existence will be meaningless. Besides, I am a person who is afraid of being alone... It's better to be noisier.
It is much stronger than deathly silence, and for the undead, the existence of emotions will make you stronger."
The great lich also laughed:
"You are always so kind, my lord."
"Being kind is not a good word to describe a king... Since I am so kind..."
Tyrion's voice became lighter:
"Will you be grateful for my kindness?"
The great lich was silent for a moment, then set his sights on the dark sea in front of him, and whispered:
"Yes, of course we will be grateful."
"Bang"
Something was thrown from behind, rolling like a ball, and collided with the head of the sea witch Nazgar. The strange blue blood spread all over the pale ice floe. Saurfang, who was wearing heavy armor,
Step by step, he walked up from the cold water, moved his shoulders, and stood behind Tyrion and Khadgar.
"This Naga is quite capable of fighting."
He stroked the heavy trident in his hand and said:
"And this trophy is not bad. You can hear the scream of the siren soul when you get close to it. I like it..."
Tyrion lowered his head and glanced at the white siren with wide eyes, and his eyes jumped:
"Well, Vashj... appeared at the wrong time and died in the wrong place. Saurfang, you have to be careful. It is said that Vashj was Azshara's favorite maid. If you kill her,
The Queen of the Deep Sea will not let you go so easily."
"Bang"
The heavy trident, engraved with rough undead runes, touched the surface of the ice floe, causing cracks to appear in the solid ice. Saurfang's eyes flashed with light, and he whispered:
"Then let her come."
Under the gaze of three high-level undead, on the distant sea, the battle between Dai Lin's death fleet and the people of the abyss also came to an end.
"volley!"
Dai Lin shouted loudly:
"Send these ugly guys to hell!"
"Boom boom boom boom"
The cannons of the ghost battleships lined up in a row made a clicking sound in the darkness. Under the cold and precise aim of the undead gunners, a round of cannonballs with a dark red halo erupted from the muzzles and flew into the air.
It traced a perfect trajectory and hit hard on the heads of the surging faceless men. After the shell exploded, the overflowing cold death pierced their bodies blessed by darkness like sharp arrows, leaving them stunned.
The smelly blood was floating everywhere in the sea water.
As for the Royal Power of the Sea, which has the strongest firepower, this warship has become dark and deep in appearance, the cannons covered with seaweed barnacles seem to have their own lives. Under the control of Dai Lin's will, all the cannons are fired.
His mouth was aimed at the wailing sea beast in front of him.
"boom"
32 heavy artillery fired in an instant. What they sprayed out was no longer scorching hot shells, but magic energy infused with a cold heart of revenge. The sound of the soul of the Naga being swallowed could still be heard on those energy-wrapped shells.
The scream was like 32 sharp arrows of light, piercing the strong skin of the sea beast.
The tentacles dotted with purple spots were swung fiercely amidst the painful screams of the sea beasts, and they smashed down crazily towards the King of the Sea. The command knife in Dai Lin's hand was swung up, and the heavy and cold wind impact hit hard.
The tentacles falling from the sky froze the disgusting flesh-and-blood sucker. The next moment, the admiral jumped up from the deck. A flash of dark red light swayed in the darkness, and three thick tentacles were severely beaten at the same moment.
Chop into pieces.
The stronger the power one has while alive, the more power one can get from death after death. For a warrior like Dai Lin, the moment he was recruited with his soul intact, he had already easily stepped into the world.
In the ranks of the Death Lords, what he lacks now is just a copy of the dragon's blood to activate his body.
The corrosive dark red halo wrapped around the wounds of the sea beast's broken tentacles, preventing the rebirth of flesh and blood. Dai Lin fell back to the deck. He stretched out his hand, and the first mate, whose eyes were glowing with blood-red light, respectfully handed over a handful of heavy fish.
The top of the dark harpoon was a blade covered with barbs. Dai Lin's fingers stroked the top of the harpoon, and a layer of beating death energy was wrapped around the harpoon.
A cold light danced in his eyes. He jumped up to the sculpture on the top of the King of Seas in a few steps. In the sea breeze, Dai Lin's gray hair was fluttering. The broken cloak behind him swayed, and the energy of the Death Lord gathered on the left.
Arm, the next moment, the whistling harpoon came out of his hand, and like a whistling cannonball, it stabbed the sea beast in front of him whining in pain.
"puff"
The harpoon pierced the sea beast's brain, then the second, and the third. In the earth-shattering roar, the sea beast, which had been hit hard one after another, finally felt scared. It turned around and ran away, diving quickly towards the warm abyss.
The chain behind the harpoon was tightly tightened at this moment, and the huge force pulled the entire Sea King Power to float endlessly on the sea.
"This sea will no longer protect you!"
Dai Lin moved his neck. In his ferocious smile, the Sea King Power made a loud noise. The entire huge sea fortress slowly sank into the sea amidst the cheers of the undead sailors. But it did not sink, but
Take the initiative to enter the cold water.
It will continue to hunt its prey in the dark sea until it sheds the last drop of blood. This is the gift given to it by death.
"You should not enter the darkness so recklessly..."
"Your soul belongs to me."
At the moment Dai Lin sank into the water, a faint whisper sounded under the sea, followed by dark fluctuations that disturbed his thoughts. The great lich frowned. Beside him, Terry
Ang shook his head, pulled out the Apocalypse from his back, and like a bolt of dark lightning, rushed into the deep sea water.
The moment he entered the sea, the Archlich could vaguely see the mysterious figure of Valkyr Agatha also appearing in the sea water.
A moment later, a dull cry of pain resounded from the bottom of the sea. At the same time, the darkness covering the entire sea suddenly dissipated at this moment. Tyrion's figure quickly returned to the ice floe. He flicked the sword blade,
The moon-shaped blade was stained with a trace of purple blood that people had to pay attention to.
"Keep it. The blood of the ancient gods is very precious."
Tyrion froze the drop of blood and handed it to the Archlich. He looked at the sea where the starlight reappeared and said softly:
"The weakest must have the consciousness of the weakest... Conspiracies and tricks cannot change the real balance of power. This time, maybe N'zoth can learn to behave better..."
"It is said that the ancient gods are sealed in their own cages, but you can hurt their bodies... Could it be that they have escaped?"
The archlich asked with interest, and Tyrion shrugged:
"The Titans have left a big trouble for this world. The ancient gods and the core of the world are closely integrated. It is difficult to say their current state, but it will be a matter of time for them to escape one by one. We cannot kill them yet.
Unless this world grows to a more powerful stage, but how to say, this is a disappointing topic, because... the method of communicating with the core of this world is not in our hands."
"Then are they enemies? Or?"
The archlich asked again, and this time Tyrion answered simply:
"Of course, these ancient gods' creations and their believers will kill every one they see. Don't be lenient."
"Wow"
While the two were talking, the Sea King Power that sank into the sea once again squeezed out of the water and appeared on the sea. At the very front of the battleship, on the mast pointing diagonally toward the sky, hung the blood-dried head of the ship.
The sea beast's shriveled body, its tentacles hung feebly like the deep sea, but this time, its owner could no longer save it.
Dailin was standing on the deck. In front of him, Lord Stormsong was kneeling and trembling. His master had also abandoned him.
The cold command knife was placed on the twisted flesh of Lord Stormsong. Dai Lin did not need this traitor to repent. He looked at him coldly and said in a deep voice:
"The original glorious bloodline of Stormsong will be extinct... It starts with you! As for your master, I will find him!"
"puff"
Between the flip of his wrist, the twisted head hit the deck weakly as the smelly blood sprayed out. Lord Stormsong's soul seemed to still retain a human body. Amidst the greedy whimpers of the Sea King, this twisted head
His soul was pulled by invisible hands, and he was pulled into the deep cabin with a look of horror on his face.
What came next was the sound of chewing that was unbearable to hear.
"So, my general, has the anger in your heart dissipated?"
Tyrion's voice sounded behind Dai Lin. The admiral shook his head and stretched out his hand to straighten his captain's hat. His blue eyes looked at the sea that had returned to calm. After a moment, he said:
"Not yet, far from it... I'm going to see Queen Azshara, "visit" her underwater empire, and ask her what she thinks about my death in battle, and at sea
The King Power is hungry...did you hear that? She's very hungry..."
"How long will it take?"
"About 1 or 2 months."
Dai Lin looked back at Tyrion. There was not much emotion in his eyes. He stretched out his hand, took off the silver anchor pendant hanging around his neck, and handed it to Tyrion:
"Give it to my daughter or son for me... and tell them never to come to me after I die."
Tyrion took the silver anchor pendant. He put it in front of his eyes and looked at it. This small pendant shone with a mysterious light. At first glance, it looked like it was not a mortal thing. The Dark Blade King put it away.
, he said to the indifferent admiral:
"There is a ghost fleet I prepared for you off the coast of Stranglethorn Vale. I call it... the Crimson Sword."
"What the hell is this name?!"
Dai Lin cursed, then waved her hand impatiently:
"Just leave if you have nothing to do. I'm going to do my thing."
"It's yours anyway."
Tyrion shrugged. As the portal opened by the Archlich shone, he turned back to look at Daelin, who had her back turned to him. He said softly:
"If you can't find Naga, you can go to the sea outside Tol Barad and take a look. I heard that the underwater city called Vashj'ir is very beautiful... After you destroy it, don't forget to give it to me.
I’ll bring a few souvenirs.”
"Also, Dai Lin, welcome to join the Dark Blade."
A moment later, under the cold moonlit night, the fleet sailing on the dark sea, amid the desolate songs of the sailors, slowly disappeared into the rolling sea water, leaving only splashing water, but no trace of it was seen again.