Azeroth Shadow Trail

Chapter 654

Traveling on the endless sea, without the blessing of tidesages, or assistance from abnormal forces, it is bound to be a waste of time.

This sea area is too big.

Even for the best and fastest ship, the time to complete a journey across the continent is calculated in units of "months".

However, if there is a creature that is good at flying as a transit, this process can be greatly accelerated.

For example, the long voyage that His Excellency Talon Gorefiend is going on at this time is like this.

He and his death knights set off from the goblin ship in Booty Bay to the Broken Beach of the Broken Isles to search for the Scepter of Sargeras, an artifact that can open the door to another world.

He set off from Black Rock Mountain a day earlier than the other chiefs.

But after his "brothers" have completed the Dalaran event, fought with Deathwing and the demons, destroyed a human castle, rescued Goel, the son of the Frostwolf, and returned safely After Blackrock Mountain, his team barely reached the edge of the Broken Isles.

No way, the journey is too far.

Back then, it took Laike half a month to set off from Southsea Town to the Broken Isles on the Naglfar, but the Gorefiend team was able to complete this half-world journey in less than a week, which is already very fast up.

In addition to making goblin ships, they also have several black dragons as flying mounts.

But even adult black dragons couldn't get from the eastern Great Lu Fei to the Broken Isles in one go, so they adopted a strange "relay" method.

Several black dragons took turns dragging the goblin boats across the sea in the form of giant dragons, and when they were tired from flying, they turned into human figures and went to the cabin to rest.

People stop and boats don't stop.

After such long journeys day and night, they finally arrived at the desolate Broken Beach on the fifth night.

This is still thanks to the precise sea chart provided by Chief Red, which saved them a lot of detours, otherwise this tortured journey would not have ended so quickly.

"Stupid orcs! Look at this wretched place you've chosen!"

A few exhausted black dragons tortured by the long flight flapped their wings and hovered over the broken island. They cursed at the death knights who were walking on the desolate coast below:

"Following you here, we're really unlucky! Now go find that damn scepter, let's find a place to sleep, and don't bother us!

Or I'll eat you bastards! "

There's a reason these black dragons are so violent.

First of all, they were regarded as lowly camel beasts, which deeply hurt the proud and fragile self-esteem of the black dragons.

Secondly, for some unknown reason, during the second half of the journey, all the black dragons felt flustered for no reason, as if something bad had happened.

This restlessness is tormenting them.

The two-pronged approach naturally made it impossible for the black dragons to have a good attitude.

But Gorefiend doesn't care about that either.

This orc death knight has already seen the Broken Temple on the other side of the Broken Isles. The huge and towering temple is like a plate of delicacies. The blood demon, the dead man, is breathing heavily.

As Gul'dan's former capable subordinate, he had heard from Gul'dan how much power and holy objects were hidden in this ancient temple.

At the end of the Orc War, between Gul'dan and Orgrim, Gorefiend chose Orgrim, which gave him the chance to escape back to Dellano.

It also proved the Gorefiend's vision.

If he had come here with Gul'dan at that time, he would have already been buried here with Gul'dan.

But now, the place where Gul'dan died has already become quiet.

According to Red, who had been here personally, and the warlock named Evil Eye, those powerful demons who jumped out of the Twisting Nether "returned" after killing Gul'dan.

Now in this temple, except for a group of soft-skinned snake Naga who "occupies the mountain as king", there are only some ancient elf ghosts left. It is said that they died here during the War of the Ancients.

Just be careful with yourself.

Follow the inside map of the temple given by Red to find out, fast in and fast out, oil the soles of your feet immediately after getting the Scepter of Sargeras, and the horrors in that temple can't chase them out.

"Walk!"

Terongol waved his hand.

He and the death knights under his command summoned the warlock's flaming horse one after another, turned over and rode on the saddle, and rushed towards the shrine of the Veil of Sargeras.

Among these death knights exuding the power of decay and withering all over their bodies, there is also a warlock hidden.

The fellow wore a green robe, a black beard and hair, and a sly and vicious look. His name is Neilu Burning Blade, he is a close friend of Chief Red, and he claims to be a warlock from the Burning Blade clan.

But there are many doubts about this statement.

First of all, the Burning Blade clan used to only have shamans and sword masters, but later they did have warlocks after drinking the blood of demons, but the number was very small, and most of them died at the beginning of the war.

Secondly, Nilru claimed to have been a member of the Shadow Council, but Terongol, the leader of the Shadow Council, had never seen this guy.

To sum up, this guy should be a member of the so-called Burning Blade clan, who wants to rebuild his clan under Red's command under the banner of the glorious Burning Blade.

But seeing that Chief Red didn't hesitate to send his "confidant" as a guide for the death knights, one knew that the chief didn't really care about the life and death of this glib evil warlock.

"You are a very good warlock, Neil. The stupid, mediocre and incompetent Red can't see your excellent qualities, but I was also a warlock, and I can smell your ambition."

Talon Gorefiend, who was riding close to the Tomb of Sargeras on his horse, said to the silent warlock beside him:

"We will take the artifact, and we will return victorious to Dellano, where the gates will open to new worlds, and there are many weak worlds to conquer.

And I lack talents like you who can stand alone.

I only say these words once.

If you want to change to a place where you can display your talents better, my tribe will always open the door to you. Don't rush to answer, you still have enough time to think about the gains and losses. "

As he said this, Nirru Burning Blade seemed to be a little moved, but before he could speak, the Gorefiend was under the black helmet again, and mentioned in a neutral tone:

"Also, don't use the name of 'Fire Blade' to do your tricks, that clan hasn't perished yet. The last sword master Samuro is a character that makes me feel difficult.

And he has an incorrigible sense of justice that no orc should have.

Once you are targeted by him, it is only a matter of one knife for him to take your miserable life. "

The cunning warlock was startled immediately.

His fear seemed to be sensed by the Gorefiend. The leader of the death knight let out a deep laugh. He said no more, and rode his horse forward to the side of the broken stone bridge.

Familiar with throwing out the demon teleportation array, they crossed the broken bridge together with man and horse, and stood still in front of the tomb of Sargeras.

Gorefiend opened the map that Red gave him, carefully identified it, and waved his finger. The silent death knights behind him immediately divided into two teams, one left and one right rushed into the magic seal nodes on both sides.

A few minutes later, these well-trained "former warlocks" reopened a gap in the tomb seal that had been strengthened by the old Lich Meri Winterwind.

"The high-ranking knight will follow me in, and the others will stay here and wait for me to come back."

Talon Gorefiend looked at the magic vortex that was difficult to open in front of him, and only allowed one person to enter and exit. He gave an order to a group of death knights behind him, and rushed in with his steel scepter contaminated with filthy power.

Six high-ranking knights followed closely behind.

Nilru Burning Blade also went in to "see the world", but was blocked by several low-level knights silently.

Obviously, the Gorefiend didn't believe in the "confidant" of Chief Red, and it would be more reassuring for the Gorefiend to take the Scepter of Sargeras himself.

Warlock was very dissatisfied, but he had no way to refute, let alone resist, he could only wait patiently in this desolate place with a group of dead people.

The Gorefiend and his party advancing in the tomb went very smoothly.

They followed the collapsed internal walls all the way down, and along the way they could see some weathered demon skeletons. After these monsters born in the twisting void died in the material world, their souls would return to their hometowns, but their bodies would decay quickly.

Their bones are good spellcasting materials for warlocks.

But in addition to the demon's skeleton, along the way you can also see some scorched, distorted orc bones, these guys are members of the Shadow Council, and the Gorefiend found an old friend's emblem on a corpse.

These most evil and elite warlocks under Gul'dan were tortured to death by demons here a year ago. They died in a miserable state, and they were obviously bitten by some beast-like things after death.

It can be said that there are no bones left.

Their souls are not here at all, they should have been taken away by the demons as trophies.

"Look, the staff of my mentor, Lord Gul'dan."

When he went down to a damp corner of the tomb, the Gorefiend's eyes lit up, and he took out a wooden staff decorated with demon skulls from the crack, and played with it carefully in his hand.

He said sarcastically:

"I even lost my weapon. You can imagine how embarrassed my evil and powerful mentor was at that time. Well, its magic power has almost dissipated in this ghost place.

Like its owner, it has lost its value forever. "

"click"

With a crisp sound, Gul'dan's staff that had lost its magic power was easily broken by the Gorefiend. He threw the broken staff at his feet and said to the death knights behind him:

"That's how we treat trash."

"Leader, look ahead! That staff is in front!"

A death knight pointed to the dark hall ahead and let out a cry of surprise.

The Gorefiend suddenly looked up, and saw in the deep hall ahead, on a high platform like a sacrificial ceremony, a purple-black staff full of corrupt and dark beauty was floating.

That thing just suspended there is enough to attract the eyes of all evil people.

The moment he saw it, Talon Gorefiend knew that all the hardships of his journey were worth it, and that it not only represented the last way out of the dying Dellano world.

That even more represented his own path of strength.

He stepped forward, like Gul'dan in the past, looking at the staff in front of him with obsessive and greedy eyes, he dropped the Seiko scepter in his hand, stretched out his hand with a longing, and held the noble staff .

Gently taking it out, the entire staff fell into his hands, and the demons who had been guarded against from the Twisting Nether were nowhere to be seen. Removing the staff was no more difficult than picking an apple.

"I am its destined master!"

Talon Gorefiend looked at the gorgeous and powerful dark staff in his hand.

With this arrogant thought in his mind, he couldn't help laughing, but considering that there were other things in this tomb, the Gorefiend rationally suppressed this impulse.

He lovingly stroked the Sargeras scepter in his hand, injected a little shadow magic power, and could feel the response of the staff's own divine power.

The moment he held the staff, the originally obscure concept of "space" around him suddenly became clear.

The Gorefiend felt that as long as he stretched out his hand, he could touch the essence of space and open a door to any place in the world. Of course, this is just a fantasy and delusion.

This was once the weapon of the dark gods, and it is definitely not that simple to use it. But the artifact has already been obtained, and the Gorefiend will have enough time to slowly learn how to use it.

"It's so easy, so easy! I really can't imagine how Gul'dan messed up such a simple thing? Ah, it seems that he is really old."

The Gorefiend curled his lips and said something disdainful.

He put the dark staff behind his back, waved to his death knights, and strode away from the tomb.

At the same time, on the land of Suramar, which is only one strait away from the Broken Shore, on the top floor of the Nighthold, Grand Magister Elisande is tirelessly presiding over the restoration of the Nightwell magic valve.

The Spellweaver was too rude when "borrowing" the Nightwell before, and almost destroyed the internal structure of the "Well of Life" of the Nightborne.

They now need to deal with the mess left by Malygos and replace all the overloaded magic valves, which is a protracted task.

The Nightwell was forced to shut down.

Fortunately, the magic wine accumulated in the city can last until the Nightwell restarts as long as the daily consumption is slightly "controlled".

Of course, this means that the price of magic wine, which is already unbearable for commoners, will soar again, and many Nightborne who cannot afford the wine will enter the dangerous stage of transformation into the withered.

But... isn't this better?

Anyway, the number of recruits at the Son of Night Demon Hunter Training Camp is always insufficient. Those who are desperate only need a bottle of wine to lure them, and they will take the initiative to step into the big army camp that echoes with screams day and night.

"Your Majesty the Great Magister, your political advisor Ms. Lilith Yuejun has sent an urgent message! There is movement from the Broken Beach, she said that her family mage accidentally detected some strange magic fluctuations.

It is likely to be related to the rumored magical artifact in the Tomb of Sargeras. "

A magic swordsman hurried over to report to the great magister, and Elisande froze for a moment. She looked back in the direction of the Broken Beach from the highest point of the Shadow Fortress.

"Artifact."

A few seconds later, the great magister made up her mind, she turned her head and said to the captain of the magic swordsman behind her:

"I'm going to preside over the restoration of the Nightwell, and I can't leave him alone. Please, Your Excellency the Great Astrologer, go and have a look, and then send two teams of elite Arcanists and Magic Swordsmen to guard him.

If there really are so-called magical artifacts out there

bring it back.

at all costs! "

(end of this chapter)