Journey to Azeroth

Chapter 172 Nierma

Most of the time when a sailboat is sailing at sea, it does not need a helmsman to control it, but only needs to follow the general direction of the route.

In the past few days, the Vengeance has approached the first place to replenish the water source. In order to prevent deviation from the course, the helmsman is required to control it at this time, just like yesterday during the day, when Tell guided the direction and the helmsman controlled the ship.

It was the same last night. Although the visibility was low at night, there was a lighthouse on the small island to guide ships. To be on the safe side, Khalil Torrance arranged for Tel and Nierma to be on duty.

In the second half of the night, Nierma directly handed over the helmsman's job to Tire, while he himself sneaked into the cabin to sleep. Anyway, the direction of the ship has been carefully checked, and there will be no behavior that deviates too much from the course. , a slight deviation does not matter, it can be revised later.

Therefore, the scene in front of him appeared, Nierma hid in the innermost corner of the cabin and slept.

Nierma opened her eyes sleepily, and saw the crowd in front of her. In the front was the boatswain with three powerful sailors, the weapons in their hands had been unsheathed, surrounding him in the middle.

Behind is Karl, who is wearing defensive spells, and the captain Khalil Torrance.

Nierma was shocked by the lineup in front of her, and whispered: "Isn't it just a sneaky sleep? As for making such a big fight."

"Come with me," Khalil Torrance walked out of the cabin without looking back.

"Tell?" Nierma looked at the corpse on the deck in surprise, "How did he die?"

Crouching down, Karl didn't answer his question, but raised his head and asked, "Do you remember that magic dagger?"

"Borrow it.

Handing the magic dagger to Cowley next to him, he pulled out the dagger, which exuded a faint brilliance, and Cowley gestured at Tyre's wound.

"How?" Khalil Torrance asked in a low voice.

Opening the pocket, Cowley took out another dagger from it, it was the dagger of the female night elf Galina Nightblade.

Cowley swung two daggers one after another, slashing at Tyre's ribs. Galina's dagger hit the ribs, but first met a certain amount of resistance. After Cowley increased his strength, the dagger slowly cut in, and then Blocked by the gap in his ribs, he couldn't move forward no matter how hard he tried.

The magic dagger was just the opposite. He only used a little force, and the ribs snapped off. The incision was neat and clean, and the human body structure at the cut could even be seen.

"If there is no second such sharp dagger on board, this should be the murder weapon."

Several sailors grabbed Nierma's arm, rushed up, quickly controlled him, tied his hands before he could resist, and threw him in front of Khalil Torrance.

"I didn't expect it to be you?"

After struggling a few times, she found that the rope was tied tightly. Nierma gave up struggling, with a gloomy expression, and argued, "I'm not a murderer, I didn't kill people."

Carl picked up the magic dagger. The dagger was well maintained. The leather handle was slightly worn and the handle was a little slippery. Soon he found some viscous liquid at the end of the dagger. It was the slime that appeared at the scene of the second murder. .

Pointing to Nierma the slime on the dagger, he continued: "This is the murder weapon. The slime at the end of the dagger is exactly the same as the slime on the ground in the last murder."

"But it's really not me, I don't know anything!"

"Tell and you have such a good relationship, you just treat him like this!" Ron rushed over with his fists waving, punching and kicking, and the sailors pulled the angry Ron away.

"Kill him and avenge Tell!" Ron stared at Nierma in disgust.

"kill!"

"kill him!"

"For safety's sake, kill him!"

Karl slowly moved Tire's body away, and found that some mucus was stained on his clothes, and the blood from the wound on his chest flowed down the deck along his clothes, staining the deck red.

"Ok?"

"What did you find?" Cowley squatted beside the corpse and asked in a low voice.

"Blood seems to be a little small. Is this all the blood of an adult?",

"If the master is a dwarf, there is no problem at all," Cowley laughed "hehe", making a bit of a cold joke.

"Looking at it this way, in the first two deaths, the blood of the deceased didn't seem to be very much," Cowley said thoughtfully.

"Captain Harrier, come here."

Khalil Torrance, who was arguing with the sailors, heard the sound and rushed over, "Any new discoveries?"

"This way," Carl stood up, straightened his messy clothes, left a sentence, and walked to the captain's cabin first.

The captain's room is slightly larger than the room of Karl and the others. The most striking thing is a simple chart hanging on the wall, and a rectangular table over two meters in the middle of the room.

After Karl walked into the captain's cabin, he sat down on a chair.

"The current evidence is not enough to prove that Nierma is the murderer."

"Who is the murderer?" Khalil Torrance asked eagerly.

"do not know"

"Is there a high probability that Nierma is the murderer?"

"Very large," Carl nodded, and continued, "But the probability that he is not the murderer is not small."

"It's better to kill by mistake than to let go," Khalil Torrance turned and walked outside, shouting as he walked, "Bring our noose!"

"I know who the murderer's next target is."

Khalil Torrance stopped suddenly, turned around, and asked in a daze, "Who?"

"Killing Nierma now will make the murderer feel a sense of crisis, so it's not so easy to trick him into making a move." Carl didn't answer his question, but talked about another thing, "Only giving the murderer a certain If he feels safe, he will continue to kill, so that we have a chance to catch him as soon as possible."

Everyone looked helplessly at the two people who came out of the captain's cabin, Khalil Torrance waved to the sailors, "It's all right, let's go!"

The sailors looked puzzled, and even the three of Cowley were inexplicable, wondering which song they were singing.

Immediately afterwards, the huge noise almost overturned the Revenge, and the sailors roared loudly and quarreled fiercely.

Pulling out the dagger, Cowley cut the rope tied to Nierma's body, looked around, and whispered to Carl, "I know you don't joke very much."

"of course."

Carl ignored the noisy sailors after he finished speaking, it was Khalil Torrance's job to appease them.

"By the way, your dagger," Karl put the magic dagger back into its sheath, and threw it to Dax at the back of the team. He blinked and said with a smile, "Don't lose it again."

Then he greeted a few teammates and returned to the room.

(End of this chapter)