Journey to Azeroth

Chapter 165 Mysterious Woman
The black shadow shook the dagger in his hand, like an attacking poisonous snake, a faint light shrouded Karl's chest from far to near.

In a hurry, Karl did not retreat, and used the most primitive and most effective method of a move, and fell to the ground in a daze, avoiding the fatal blow.

"Bang!" came from the floor of the cabin, and a sailor turned over in his sleep, uttering ravings that no one could understand.

The black shadow raised the dagger with his backhand, and swung it down fiercely. Karl could only roll aside to avoid the sharp edge.

The dagger was so powerful that it penetrated deeply into the floor.

The sound of the two fighting constantly affected the sleeping sailors. The black shadow had to slow down the movements in his hands, carefully pulled out the dagger, looked around, and was relieved to see that the sailors had not woken up from their deep sleep.

Carl took this opportunity, rolled over from the other side, stretched out his legs, "Death-killing scissors feet!
Caught off guard, Sombra was successfully tripped to the ground by Karl and bullied him.

Carl firmly pressed the black shadow to the ground, tightly grasped the hand of the black shadow holding the dagger with one hand, swung his fist, and slammed into the black shadow's chest.

Carl was a little dazed by the soft touch from his fist, and he stretched out his hand to rub Sombra's chest.

woman!Sombra was actually a woman.

Just when Karl was in a daze, the black shadow punched him on the head, then knocked him to the ground, stood up and stepped back.

A crossbow arrow flew from behind, flew over Karl's shoulder, and flew towards the retreating black shadow. The black shadow rolled nimbly like eyes had grown behind it, dodged the flying crossbow arrow, and disappeared behind the sundries.

"Withdraw first," Carl greeted in a low voice, walked out of the cabin, and returned to the room.

"who is it?"

"I didn't see it clearly," Carl shook his head, "However, I can confirm that the shadow is a woman."

"Woman? Will it be the murderer?" Cowley carefully put down the two-handed crossbow in his hand, causing unnecessary wear and tear due to long-term tension.

"It's hard to say, but her power is very strong, it is doubtful."

Nierma, Kuka, Dax, and now a mysterious woman appeared, together with the three friends who had an extraordinary relationship with the deceased, the whole incident was a mess. Carl thought for a while and had no clue, only Depressedly, Neng climbed into the hammock and whispered to Cowley:
"Good night."

Karl slept very deeply at night. He had not lived a good life in the prison for half a month. Although he was a ruthless person who could threaten the jailer every day, the unknown future and the hostility of the sheriff, and the trial of not knowing when he would come back had a negative impact on him. There is a great loss of spirit.

A few days after he was released from prison, he did not have enough rest, and it was difficult to sleep comfortably in the heavy place of the natural disaster camp. Then he marched with Cowley for a day and a night to rescue the imprisoned Blake and Carol.

When Karl woke up again, it was broad daylight, the hammocks around were empty, and the companions in the room had disappeared.

The sun hung high in the sky, bringing warmth to the cool sea.

With the continuous advancement of the Revenge, the coast of Hillsbrad has been left far behind, surrounded by an endless sea, the waves in the sea are undulating, and the blue water makes Karl feel relaxed and happy. If there is no damn murder, This is simply an exciting journey.

"Good morning, Mr. Mage," Khalil Torrance said, sitting on the wooden stairs on the side of the ship, and waved to Carl.

"Good morning, Mr. Captain."

However, Karl was attracted by two figures, Kaoro and Kaurol, each holding a fishing rod, sitting on a bench, with a wooden barrel next to the bench, and soon the fishing rod appeared After moving, Cowley skillfully put away the fishing rod, and a perch about half a kilogram was hung on it.

Braque sat beside him half dead, carrying with him the wooden barrel that he had never left during this time. As for the contents of the wooden barrel, Karl had no interest.

"Are we heading west?" Karl asked with some uncertainty.

"To be precise, it should be south of the west," Khalil Torrance looked up at the sun in the sky, and replied without looking back.

"Excellent! The sun alone can tell where we are going."

Carl quietly gave a thumbs up and gave a compliment. As expected of a sailor with more than ten years of sailing experience, he can judge the direction of progress with a single glance. I believe he is also very familiar with every plant and tree on the entire route.

"Time-sharing," Khalil Torrance said with a "hehe" smile.

"When?"

He took out a compass from his pocket and raised his eyebrows, "When there is a compass."

"Cauley told me what happened yesterday," Khalil Torrance pulled Carl aside and whispered to him.

"Today, we are going to search the entire cabin. I don't believe we can't find the damn murderer!" Khalil Torrance said through gritted teeth.

Then, Karl got stuck under the stop of the boatswain. The sailors put down their work and moved the cargo in the cabin to the deck. After carefully checking each box, they placed them on the deck.

"The opponent may be a professional thief. If she hides, it will be difficult to find." Karl obviously disagrees with Khalil Torrance's method. .”

At this time, Cowley's fishing rod was moved again, a lively grouper was hanging on the fishing rod, happily took the fish off, waved the fishing rod high, and drew a pleasing line Arc and throw the hook back out to sea.

"But always try, just in case you get caught."

The sailors continuously transported the cargo in the cabin to the deck. After careful inspection, they re-checked the cabin, the captain's cabin, and even the first mate's room where Calci and the others lived.

Khalil Torrance, who got nothing, could only command the sailors depressed to move the cargo ship back to the cabin.

Soon, Cowley gained something again. He threw a one-pound grouper into the barrel, gloated and said to Carol, "How do you feel?"

Carol rolled her eyes depressedly, dropped the fishing rod to the ground, stood up, and walked into the room.

"Unscientific!"

To be fair, Carol's ability to survive until now has already impressed Carl. This guy is reckless and quick-tempered, and fishing is a job that requires quietness. Just by the way he moves the fishing rod three times a minute, he can catch fish. unscientific.

Carl sat on Carol's seat, rearranged the bait, and continued fishing.

Surprisingly, a fish was hooked soon, the fishing rod shook violently, the fish was very powerful, it was a big fish.

(End of this chapter)