Shadow Trails in Azeroth

"I'm such an unqualified captain."

At night, on the beach in the north of Zandalari Island, the tide was still rushing to the sand, and Black was holding his sword, facing the sea where he had just fought hard.

He closed his eyes and spoke in a low tone as if he was nostalgic.

“Its past is actually not as glorious as you think.

Before being captured by the tribe, it was the capital ship of the Stormwind Kingdom fleet. Its captain and his crew fled without a fight, so we could completely capture it.

It's called"

Reid Blackhand, who was looking at the post-war scene from behind, tried to tell Blake the name of the ship.

But he was interrupted by Blake reaching out. The captain opened his eyes and looked at the sparks on the sea in the distance. He took a deep breath and said:

"So, by showing such bravery along the way, is it trying to wash away its own shame? What a good ship. No need to tell me its name.

It probably doesn’t want that name that represents shame to be remembered by us.

But remember it.

It is it that proudly defeated death!

It saved us all. "

"That's just a ship! Black, it won't have the things you mentioned. Do you Kul Tirans have any brain problems?"

Garona complained fiercely:

"And instead of remembering a sunken ship, consider the reality that we are now ashore, we are in the land of Zandalari.

Where should we go next? "

"Not urgent."

Blake grinned.

Feeling the weakness in his body, he said to the people behind him:

"The small boats carrying the soldiers are still on the sea. It will take ten minutes for them to arrive. Everyone is very tired. Let's rest for three hours.

Madam, could you please go and scout the surroundings? "

He turned back to Garona and said:

"Just walk around the surrounding jungle, don't go too far, and be careful of the trolls in the jungle. The trolls in Zandalar are different from the trolls in other places.

Especially the trolls in this jungle.

The blood trolls of Nazmir believe in the evil god. Be sure not to be discovered by them. If you cannot avoid the battle, be careful not to be injured by them.

If there is bleeding, it will be very troublesome. "

As he spoke, Black looked at the old mage outside the crowd. He thought for a while and said:

"And Master Merry, I know you are well-informed, but believe me, the blood witchcraft used by the blood trolls here is definitely something you have never seen before.

Perhaps you can join forces with Lady Garona.

Those blood totems scattered in the jungle, with weird evil spirits and various magical effects, will definitely open your eyes. Don't go too far into the jungle, though. "

With a serious expression, he said to the old mage with a curious expression on his face:

"There are Loa in this jungle, four of them! They might notice you."

"Four Loa?"

The demilich was just curious before, but when he heard Black's words, he suddenly let out an exclamation.

He is not an ignorant person. He has lived for three thousand years and his knowledge reserve is definitely extremely vast. Looking at his appearance, you can tell that he is not completely ignorant of the concept of Loa.

"Yes, there are four powerful Loa in this jungle called Nazmir, and there are countless Loa in the golden city of Dazar'alor, the Zandalari troll further south.

The island beneath our feet is the common birthplace of the Loa worship of all troll clans in the current world of Azeroth. It is the 'land of all spirits' in the true sense.

Although most Loa have only weak divine power, there do exist Loa with powerful divine power, even great ones.

But that guy is sealed now.

So don't be afraid.

We must be careful in our activities. Although the Zandalar trolls worship wisdom, at this stage, they and their Loa god do not welcome outsiders into their kingdom. "

Blake shook his head and said in a regretful and brief tone:

“Anyway, be careful about your activities.

I'll take a break.

Once the crew rejoined me, we set off for Hades. There is the temple of Bwonsamdi, the troll god of death, and it is also the destination of our journey.

If the god of luck favors us, we will be able to end this troublesome matter by tomorrow morning at most. "

"Lucky?"

The demilich quickly tasted a different flavor from Black's words.

He glanced at the pirate captain and said:

"What if you are unlucky? Your soul barrier will expire in ten days at most. I hope you have a backup plan."

"I am an assassin, master."

Blake turned back and said in an inaudible voice:

"No matter what situation we face, assassins always come prepared."

"very good."

The demilich nodded, holding his pine stick, and walked towards the depths of the jungle on the coast with Garona.

After they left, Black gathered Red, Maim and Evil Eye around him.

Let them each take their own people to collect some food and water nearby, while he sat on the rocks on the beach, waiting for the crew members who had come to the coast in small boats to join up.

Black held the water bag in his hand and poured water into his mouth to moisten his thirsty throat. He picked up the Skull of Gul'dan hanging on his chest. The shadow and evil magic power emitted by this thing was now less than half that before.

But he is still actively absorbing magic power to replenish himself.

He glanced at the equipment column of the character card:

Skull of Gul'dan

Additional effect: Demonization (cooling time: 29 days, 23 hours and 49 minutes)

"It really takes a month to charge and stay strong for ten minutes."

The captain pouted and complained.

But I'm not disappointed in my heart. The demonic state is so powerful and has a long cooling-off period, which is understandable.

He glanced at the character card again, and this time his expression became much better:

Class: Level 44 Pirate/Level 30 Ranger/Level 7 Warlock

Slaughtering hundreds of souls of the Kvaldir elite strikers in Hablon, the pirate class was upgraded several levels in a row, and the dark magic fed back in the demonized state also raised the warlock class by two levels.

He became stronger.

The pirate class level 40 also gives a new talent.

Shadow Master: As you prove your potential with the shadows, their secrets are once again open to you, and you can use them in more creative ways.

"This talent, this explanation"

Blake raised an eyebrow.

When I was in the demonized state and slaughtered those half-giant undead souls, I didn't pay much attention to professional upgrades. In a state filled with powerful magic, it was difficult to feel the improvement of my power in detail.

After he calms down, he can feel the faint changes in the shadows surrounding him again.

It's still the same dark power that lingers like a shadow, but compared to the indifference towards Blake before, the shadows that now wrap around him have become a little more active.

They began to actively respond to Blake's call.

"Buzz"

When the pirate pinched his fingers, a group of shadows gathered and dispersed at his fingertips, and in the same movement as pinching plasticine, it was shaped into a shadow flying knife.

With a wave of Blake's finger, he threw it with a deadly throwing technique. On the coconut tree seven or eight meters above his head, the green coconut was cut off by the roots and hit the beach in front of him.

"Oh, not bad."

Blake raised his eyebrows. The talent of this shadow master was unexpectedly interesting, but this shadow creation was good at attacking, but not at all useful for defense.

Too crispy.

If touched by the devil's strike in his hand, it will break apart.

but

"Shua"

Following Blake's call, a dim shadow quickly wrapped around the edge of the Devil's Strike dagger, like a layer of dim enchantment.

This allows the dagger to carry shadow magic damage in addition to physical damage.

"As the strength increases, shadow manipulation will definitely become more solid. It is still a growth skill, and the future is very bright."

The pirate dispersed the shadow on his weapon with satisfaction.

Glancing at the sea again, he could already see the shadowy orc boats on the sea in the night.

Habron didn't give them a hard time.

But the Nagfar did not leave either.

Blake took out his soul-inducing lamp from his magic bag and placed it in front of his eyes.

On the lantern, there was a pale light beating endlessly. Such a violent reaction proved that Habron was constantly trying to break through Black's soul barrier.

He's nearby!

The soul attractor did not dare to set foot in this place so close to Hades, but he would not give up the pursuit of Black, as long as Black did not plan to hide in Zandalar for the rest of his life.

Sooner or later they will have a battle.

And Habron is also a spell caster. He made it clear before that he felt the barrier in Blake's soul and knew clearly that the barrier was getting weaker.

Ten days!

Ten days later, if Black still can't find Bwonsamdi's help, Habron doesn't even need to go ashore in person. He can easily take Black's soul by stimulating the curse of Hades.

"So, next time we meet, my friend."

Blake held the soul-inducing lamp in front of his eyes, flicked it on the lampshade, and said:

"Between you and me, it is destined that only one can survive."

"Quack quack quack"

On the beach in front, the iconic screams of the little fish man could be heard, but this time, there was a lot less joy in the voice, and more remorse and loss.

Obviously, the little fish man's treasure-hunting magical power has failed.

It couldn't find any valuable trophies in that sea area, so it had to come back empty-handed to meet its owner.

So shameful.

"So, the 'Plunder for a Living' talent given by this pirate class is said to increase the acquisition of loot, but as expected, for non-chiefs, the equipment acquisition rate of 99% and 1% is actually about the same. .

It's not your fault, little one.

This time, it was my face that turned black.

Who let me use the power of the warlock and the curse of the non-chief, there will be no oranges in my life. "

——

Three hours later, it was time to set off.

Blake's weak body also regained some energy, and he found a wooden stick from the beach as a crutch, and led a group of lightly injured orcs into the depths of the jungle.

As for those who were seriously injured, they were placed on stretchers and carried forward by their companions.

Evil Eye got a lot of soul stones for them to eat.

However, these injuries will not heal in a short time. Fortunately, the orcs have strong vitality. As long as they are not killed in one blow, most of them can survive the difficult pain.

However, this jungle is really

"Dry!"

In front of the team, Red, who was holding a sword, cursed.

His body was covered in stinking blood, all because there was a half-dried troll corpse hanging on a branch of the jungle in front of him, but still splattered with disgusting things.

The disgusting smell made even the orcs who were not very hygienic unbearable.

"Be careful when you walk, these 'surprises' are everywhere, and the blood trolls will use them to indicate their tribe's territory and don't go into the water!

idiot!

There are blood-sucking worms in the water!

Just because the blood trolls aren't afraid, doesn't mean you can tolerate it. "

Amid Black's scolding, Red walked back from the river with a gloomy look on his face. He had just seen the little bloody bugs swimming in the water, which scared the brave orcs.

But there was no way to clean his body, and the smell on his body made his brother Maimu and the surrounding orcs pinch their noses and retreat far away.

"Damn it! Did we come all the way here just to find death in this hellish place?"

Red yelled angrily.

Blake ignored this guy's complaints at all. He looked around and saw the assassin mark left by Garona on a tree by the river. He waved his hand and said:

"Go that way! Our vanguard seems to have found a suitable campsite."

They followed the mark and changed directions. After walking for a few minutes, they saw a village in the dark jungle. What can I say there?

The sky was filled with blood and full of ominousness.

All the orcs were hesitant to go there.

But Blake strode forward. He had seen this scene many times in the game.

The settlement in front of you, full of clan barbaric style, is a typical blood troll village.

"Come here quickly!"

As Blake approached, Garona's voice came from the shadows. She said in a strange and nervous tone:

"The old mage found something, and he seems to have gone crazy."