Journey to Azeroth

Chapter 166 A New Death
Seeing Carl's fishing rod shaking violently, Cowley ran over to help, and together with Carl grabbed the shaking fishing rod, fixed it, and kept commanding with his mouth.

"Let the line go."

For the next half hour, Carl and Cowley engaged in a protracted tug-of-war with the fish, finally exhausting the fish.

A salmon weighing more than 3 kilograms surfaced, its tail flailing weakly in the sea, making a final struggle. He handed the fishing rod in his hand to Cowley and began to cast spells.

"Hand of the Mage!"

Under the control of the mage's hand, the salmon drew a graceful arc and fell on the deck.

Soon, a full pot of fish soup was placed in the center of the table. Carl was drooling as he stared at the slightly viscous fish soup. Even Blake, who had never gotten rid of seasickness, looked forward to it.

The food on the ship is relatively scarce. The commonly used food is the food purchased on land that is easy to preserve, the hard bread that can be used as a weapon, the bison jerky that is difficult to swallow, and even the morning light wheat of the night elves. These foods are not as delicious What does it matter, the only thing worthy of praise is non-toxic, can fill the stomach, and guarantee not to starve to death.

A three-kilogram fresh salmon is a rare delicacy for several people, and they gobbled it up, when a scream broke the silence,

When Karl left the room, he saw the sailors outside swarming towards the cabin, and he grabbed the acting captain Khalil Torrance who passed by.

"what happened?"

"I don't know, I just heard it too."

Several people quickened their pace and walked into the cabin.

In the cabin, on the side near the stern, a circle of sailors was crowded, and the sailors kept looking inside, obviously what happened.

"Give way!"

"I'm Khalil Torrance, step aside!"

Khalil Torrance pushed his way through a gap in the crowd, and Carl squeezed in after him.

Everyone gasped and looked at the corpse on the ground in surprise.

The owner of the corpse was a sailor, or a sailor who had participated in the arm-wrestling competition, Kuka, a short and fat human being.

Kuka's expression was terrified before he died, and his surroundings were covered with traces of his struggles,

The most eye-catching wound of the deceased, Kuka's neck was cut off by a sharp blade to nearly two-thirds, leaving only a small part of the neck connected to the body, blood flowed out from the wound, forming a pool of red liquid on the ground.

Not far from the blood was a pool of translucent mucus, Cowley walked over, dipped his finger in the translucent mucus, put it in his mouth, and showed a gasping expression.

The temperature of the corpse was still there. Not long after death, Karl squatted down, and the smell of blood rushed to his face. There were two wounds on the neck of the deceased. The first knife opened an artery, and the corpse began to struggle. Karl speculated the source of the signs of struggle around. here.

In the second place, most of the neck was cut with a knife, which was also the cause of death of the corpse.

A person will not die shortly after the artery is cut, and if rescued in time, there is a possibility of survival.

Carl looked around the dead man, but found nothing but signs of struggle.

"what happened?"

"Something is missing here," Carl said a little depressed, "blood!"

After a person's artery is cut, the struggle will inevitably cause the blood in the wound to spill around, but Karl can't find a drop of blood.

"Cauley, what's that," he asked, pointing to the translucent slime on the ground.

"I don't know, it looks like some kind of biological fluid," Cowley continued, staring at the mucus on the ground, "It may not be the same person as the murderer last time."

"I think it should be the same person," he shrugged, looking at everyone's puzzled eyes, pointing to the wound and saying:
"Judging from the wounds of the two corpses, the murderer was very powerful. The deceased did not resist violently before being injured, which shows that the murderer and the deceased were very familiar and never thought of being attacked."

"What about the slime?" Khalil Torrance asked rhetorically.

"Water! The water on the deck of the cabin!" Carl suddenly realized.

"The sailor who was the first to discover carried a basin of fresh water summoned by the water making spell, and sprinkled it on the deck of the cabin when the corpse was discovered."

"Water can cover up slime marks on the deck!"

The sound of "buzzing" passed among the crowd, and the sailors showed horrified eyes. The first incident may have been accidental. If the two deaths were a murderer, they committed serial crimes and would strike again at the right time.

The Revenge was sailing on the sea, and there was no place to escape. The sailors looked at each other in amazement, with deep suspicion in their eyes. Everyone looked at other people like murderers.

"Bosun!" Khalil Torrance pulled a familiar sailor and began to give orders:
"Put sailors in pairs, supervise each other, and be together at all times, including going to the bathroom."

"Put the goods on both sides of the cabin, and gather everyone together to facilitate mutual supervision."

When Khalil Torrance gave the order, Karl and his party returned to the room. The fish soup on the table was already cold, and the bread on the table was also hardened due to the change in temperature.

Carol picked up a piece of bread and knocked it on the table, making a "dong dong" sound. Visible wear and tear appeared on the table. Carl couldn't help wiping his sweat. This thing can be used as a weapon when it hardens.

"No, someone else in the room has been here!" Carl shouted to remind everyone, "Carol, block the door!"

Carol quickly closed the wooden door of the room and stood guard at the door with his weapon drawn. Cowley's figure gradually faded and disappeared into the air. Even Blake, who was seasick, drew his weapon and was cautiously on guard.

"Mage Armor."

"Mana Shield!"

Two defensive spells protected Karl in the middle, giving him a sense of security, and then took out a low-quality holy light crystal.

"Light Art!"

Dazzling white light emitted from Carl's hand, illuminating the entire room, and a transparent figure appeared in the corner of the room.

Caught off guard, the figure was hit by a spell, let out a scream, and fell to the ground.

Carl slowly took off the graphite eyes on his face, and looked solemnly at the figure in front of him. The figure was wearing a black cloak, with a long dark green hair protruding from the hood. It was the black man Carl encountered in the cabin yesterday. film.

Sombra covered her eyes with her hands, and a dagger appeared on her shoulder. It was Cowley who revealed his real body from stealth. Carol took out the hemp rope and tied Sombra's hands, and Sombra violently Struggling, the hood fell off her head, revealing the features under the hood.

Long dark green hair, lavender skin, dark patterns on the face, eyebrows flying obliquely into the temples, silvery white pupils flickering with little light, the most impressive thing is the two long ears, black shadows Is a female night elf.

(End of this chapter)