Azeroth Shadow Trail

Chapter 672 3. Pirate's New Clothes

The suppression triangle of the Dark Cycle Ceremony in the Warlock Tower was disturbed by the "hidden weapon" thrown by Meng Faithtos. Even if Dean Lanyue was repelled for only a moment, the third lord of Nathrezim still grasped the opportunity accurately.

It howled and made a tumbling chaotic wave, breaking the remaining two magic power chains on its body, turning back into bats flying all over the sky, and escaping towards the twisted void portal behind it.

Seeing that it was impossible to stop, the stinky pirate Bu Laike, who quickly reached an agreement with the "grandfather" in his hand, kicked up.

Absolutely has the skill of the national football team for 30 years.

I saw that weird purple-black skull rolling and flying forward rapidly. Amidst howling ghosts and howling wolves, it spun precisely and smashed into the bat group of the third incarnation of the lord.

Immediately there was a terrifying explosion of shadows reverberating, and the impact of magic power swept across the entire tower in an instant, twisting those useless warlocks.

Amid the screams of the third lord, its group of bats was completely wrapped up in this weak wave of shadow impact, and the rest of the wave gathered and smashed the portal leading to the twisting void.

"Ah! Bastard!"

Meng Faith was forced to recondense from the state of bats into the entity of the Dreadlord, but it had no way to escape. The moment it reappeared, the three legendary mages exerted their strength again, and the thicker magic chains were like snakes. Get entangled.

Three black magic shackles surged from around the dark cycle ceremony, pulling the third lord to his knees, and bound his claws behind his back, making him unable to struggle at all.

The stinky pirate's evil minion didn't miss the chance to beat the dog in the water.

Xalatas, who had been on the sidelines and watching the situation before, would "bravely" pounce.

Smashing into the demonic consciousness of the third lord with the iconic spiritual whipping of the essence of the void, and in the malice that aroused the reverberation of the void, trapped the weakened dreadlord lord at the spiritual level.

The psychological and physical attack at the same time made Men Faith let out a piercing scream.

It knows that this time the gutter has overturned.

But it doesn't care about its own end, it is a demon, and it will not die in the material world, it is nothing more than suffering humiliation and torture.

For the Dreadlords, the bastards who like to torture others the most and create pain to torture, while they are proficient in torture and interrogation, they also know that they may fall into such a situation one day.

But for a group of "loyal" secret workers, it is a basic skill to withstand severe torture.

The only thing it doesn't resent is the betrayal of its own "hidden weapon".

"You pathetic old lunatic! Your ignominious betrayal will not be forgiven by the Legion! The Defiler will crush you old man!"

It roared towards the purple-black skull floating up and down in front of it.

The latter was not frightened at all, and was even more dismissive of this weak threat. It was suspended in the air, the dark light in the eye sockets of the skull shone, and the upper and lower jaws collided with each other.

Again, amid sneering and maddened roars, he answered the third lord's weak threat in pure Eredan:

"Open your blind dog eyes and look at me! I have already been beaten to ashes by that ambitious student! The torture I suffered at the hands of Archimonde is beyond the imagination of a soft devil like you.

Also, how dare you mention the word 'betrayal' in front of me?

hehe. "

This weird floating skull let out a burst of cold laughter that made everyone around feel cold. It hovered in front of the eyes of the third lord who was restrained and kneeling, like a "deep breath".

"You are a bad student, and you need a little 'discipline' from the enlightener mentor, which will make you learn to be humble and cautious in your words and deeds!"

"boom"

This guy sneered and spewed out scorching shadow flames from his eye sockets, and smashed them towards Meng Faith's eyes. In the burning of the dark flames, the third lord let out a miserable wail.

Its eyes were scorched blind!

The skull, which Laike called "Grandpa," let out a long, joyful laugh under such sadism, as if the dreadlord's pain gave him satisfaction and enjoyment.

Hell, this guy must be crazy!

"Okay, don't play, this is my pre-determined demon, you tortured it to death, how can I use it?"

Just when Sakir's skull let out a crazily laugh, and was torturing and enslaving his own demons, a hand with a blue seal stretched out from behind, and pinned it precisely on the floating skull inlaid with gold jade. Its torment spells were forcibly interrupted on its head.

"Let go! Disrespectful fool! How dare you touch the noble head of the great Initiator with your dirty hands? I will burn your flesh with a wicked magic!"

This action of Bu Laike made the "old man" feel offended.

It screamed and shook its skull, trying to get out of Laike's hands, but the pirates held on to it.

Say:

"Hey, there's a limit to madness! I know you hate these demons who enslave you, but the time to play mad is past now, and my patience is limited.

I'll talk to you again when I'm done with this job. "

"Who wants to talk to you? Weak apprentice!

You are just a small bug who has set foot in the dark realm. Your shadow skills are not bad. After a few thousand years, you will be qualified to fight against my best students. "

The purple-black skull taunted Laike wantonly.

The stinky pirate curled his lips, let go of the restless skull, and let it float beside him. He retorted:

"Oh? You seem to be proud of your best student? Let me think, you should be talking about Archimonde, right? After he betrayed you, cut off your head with his own hands, and made your head After the magic weapon, are you still proud of it?

Have you been abused and addicted? Or dementia? Mr. Sakir.

Be safe!

I know everything about you, and you know nothing about me.

If you are really as wise and powerful as you claim, you should know that at this time, you should shut up, observe carefully, and wait honestly. "

After speaking, Bu Laike snapped his fingers.

The little murloc flying crookedly on the untamed alien dragon Shadwalker dropped a bag of materials for the divine power extraction ceremony from high above the sky.

Its new mount was ugly and had a strange trajectory when flying.

It's like being drunk, flying around, and emitting void sound waves that can affect the mind. Just a sub-dragon makes the entire warlock tower noisy like a pig farm.

"Shut up!"

Bo Laike turned his head and "glared" at the lawless and screaming Shudwalker. The ugly thing wanted to roar to the sky, but he was so frightened by the anger that he shrank his neck.

He obediently swallowed the acid that was about to be sprayed out to pollute the ground.

Its big ugly yellow eyes kept rolling, and it knew that the pirate in front of him had reached some agreement with his "boss".

This is the person it can't afford to offend.

The little murloc croaked and grabbed the two purple horns on Shudwalker's head, forcing it to land on the ground, and then jumped down to straighten his pirate hat proudly, and began to help Laike with his hands and feet being restrained. Arrange divine power-drawing rituals around the Mon Faith.

"Well, you weak fellow have some ideas."

This process was watched by the old man Sakir, who kept spinning around Bu Laike, and said in amazement:

"An evil ritual that I haven't seen before, it should be a 'special product' of your world, with an aura of wild power, it should be a product of witchcraft or shamanism.

Is it used to draw power?

What on earth are you going to do with the lord of the dreadlord? I just heard you say the word 'heart demon'? It reminds me of those demon hunters who made the Legion suffer 10,000 years ago.

But you're not a demon hunter, so what does that word mean? "

"For a person who has been defeated, your thirst for knowledge is really strong."

Bu Laike flicked his fingers and said to the floating skull beside him:

"Well, I allow you to watch my secret ceremony, and you have to tell me some secrets. If you are willing to serve me for a while, I can 'borrow' this Enlightenment Mark to you.

Fair deal, right? "

"Lend it to me? What a shameless speech!"

The head of Sakir screamed dissatisfied:

"That was originally mine!

That is one-third of the crown of Argus. It is the identity mark representing the highest controller of the Enlightenment Academy, and it is also the most important magic treasure in the world of Argus.

I don't know how you got it back from Archimonde, but you have no right to hold it!

You don't even know what it stands for"

"What if I knew?"

Bu Laike tossed up and down the purple gem marked as "Argus Artifact" by the character card in his other hand. He glanced at the chattering skull beside him, and said in a very sticky tone:

"The seal of enlightenment, the laurel crown of knowledge, and the eye of the prophet, the combination of the three gems can form a thing called the 'crown of rulers', which represents the weight of the ancient history and civilization of the Eredar people and the world of Argus .

The Enlightenment Seal was indeed once in your possession.

I also know your identity very well. You are the leader of the great Enlightenment Academy, the best Arcanist ever in the world of Argus, the first Eredar who came into contact with demons and fel energy, and the top among the stars No. Summoner Master.

Of course, the most important identity is naturally the mentor of the polluter Archimonde.

Your Excellency Sakir.

I also know that you once formed a Triumvirate with Prophet Velen and Vindicator Lord Kil'jaeden to manage and rule the thriving world of Argus.

You have always been the representative of wisdom and reason in the world of Argus until you explore the endless knowledge, go deep into the dark realm, hear the call from the fallen titan, abandon the arcane way, and devote yourself to the power of fel and demons. By.

I even know that you are powerful enough to convince young Archimonde. "

Speaking of this, Laike paused for a moment, and glanced at the divine power extraction ceremony that the little murloc had already completed. The weird-looking little guy even made a "please" gesture for his owner very playfully.

Bu Laike stepped forward, drew out the legendary long sword, and drew a stroke on his palm.

As the blood dripped, the restrained Meng Faith let out a terrible scream, and it could feel its core strength being sucked away.

In front of the translucent character card, familiar text is beating:

Extracting high-level divine power. Power attribute: Fel energy, shadow. Power path: The third lord Meng Faithtos and more advanced power path: Dark Titan Sargeras.

This third lord actually has two core divine powers. In addition to the evil energy attributes that high-level demons have, there is also a shadow power.

Faced with such a "delicious", Bu Laike devoured it without hesitation.

When the power of evil energy cannot be used, it is thrown into the power column to form a thing called "Meng Faith, Blue Evil Wing", and the power of shadow is directly absorbed by the pirates into their body and transformed.

In the rising waves of shadows, Bo Laike let out a comfortable moan as if soaked in warmth.

In the talent column of the character card, there is also a new talent called "Shadow Creeping", which endows the pirate with the highest level of shadow affinity, making his shadow magic more destructive and accurate.

As Men Faith became weaker and weaker, the third lord could only curse the arrogant and weird guy in front of him in devil language, but Laike turned a deaf ear to it.

He continued to "chat" with Uncle Sakir, constantly exposing its dark history:

"More than one person has secretly warned you about how Archimonde covets your power and influence, but you, who are arrogant, stubbornly believe that this is nothing.

You dismissed these warnings that could have saved lives.

In your eyes, that apprentice named 'Archimonde' is very well-behaved and loyal, and he is very good at talking.

In order to please you, the young polluter went to great lengths to customize a crown of enlightenment for you, and it is said that he personally measured the circumference of your head.

So, blinded by arrogance and brought bitter fruit, very sad Mr. Sakir, where is your beautiful crown now?

Hehehe.

Your former companion Velen is the wisest prophet in the world of Argus, and I am the pirate prophet in my world, so don't say the word 'qualification' in front of me.

It is your honor that I can see you, and that I can use you, not mine.

After all, you lost to Archimonde's backstab.

And I won it head-on! "

After finishing speaking, Laike tore off the robe from his body, exposing his upper body covered with delicate and aggressive evil tattoos. On his skin, the tattoos that were originally slightly empty had already been filled in.

This set of strengthened magic patterns has not been completed yet, but it is completely enough to restrain a weak third lord.

"Come, dreadlord with beautiful blue wings, merge with me, become the demon in my heart, and serve me."

Laike reached out and placed the handsome blue demon horns of Men Faith, who had been so weak that he was lying on the ground.

As the magic lines on its body lit up one by one, amid Nathrezim's screams, its body was dissipated from the material world with shadow burn, and under the forced shaping of the binding magic lines, it was He was imprisoned in the "spiritual cage" of the stinky pirates.

Words appeared on the character card again:

Once again you have imprisoned a powerful and evil creature with your own hands, and you are worthy of the oath and code of the Warden.

The title of [Junior Warden] was promoted to [Elite Warden].

When wearing this title, the lethality against all creatures on the chaotic side is increased.

There is a high chance of [deterring] weak chaotic creatures, causing them [panic effect], but it will also provoke powerful chaotic creatures and make them attack you actively.

When wearing this title, the effect of Warden's combat skills will be improved, and the effect of [Blade of Imprisonment] will be strengthened, and the time for the enemy to lose sight will be extended to a maximum of 10 seconds.

"swish"

On the warlock's tower, Bo Laike used this familiar power, and when the demonic avatar was activated, a pair of beautiful sea-blue wings wrapped around billowing shadow smoke suddenly opened behind the pirate.

On top of his distorted pale cheeks, there were also two blue crystallized horns.

He looked at his companions and subordinates with that distorted and elongated demon face, clasped the suspended Sakir's head with his right hand, and picked up the smoky head of Gul'dan with his left hand.

Holding two dark skulls in his hands, he flapped his wings and asked hoarsely:

"Everyone, are my 'new clothes' beautiful?"

(end of this chapter)