Shadow Trails in Azeroth

"Lord Silent One, the magic mirror leading to Revendreth has been prepared. The warden informs you that you and your female companion can leave this place at any time."

When Blake left Torghast Tower of Sinful Souls and returned to the Sanctuary of Domination in a happy mood, a Deepsworn Lich with blue soul gems on his armor appeared next to him. He was brought with instructions from Lord Zoval.

This Abyssworn Lich is a powerful guy at first glance. Although it wears a full-covering steel battle dress like other Abyss-devouring Necrons, and its face and eyes cannot be seen at all, the vicious chill it exudes is different from that of the Abyss-devouring Necromancer. The additional embellishments of the other Deepsworn prove that this guy is no ordinary character.

Faced with Zoval's message, Blake raised his eyebrows, played with the newly completed Seal of Black Clothes in his hand, and said in an arrogant tone:

"What? I've only been in the Maw for less than a day, and my dear collaborator, Mr. Zoval, is going to drive me away? I plan to stay in his territory for a few more days to appreciate this most in line with the legends from all walks of life. What about the scenery of Purgatory?

I also heard that there is a psychic master in the Dominion Sanctuary, called the Soul Breaker.

It is said that there is no anima that cannot be mined in its hands. It is said that all kinds of strange anima are the characteristics of the Shadow Realm and must be tasted.

I haven't had enough fun yet. "

The pirate snorted and waved his finger at the Abyssworn Lich in front of him:

"Go away and don't disturb me."

The Abyssworn Lich did not leave. It followed Black and said in a hollow tone:

"You have been having a secret conversation with the 'untouchable' for a long time. This is an evil act that is enough to kill one's soul in the Abyss. Only because you are a guest, Lord Zoval allows such inappropriate behavior.

What's more, Emperor Denathius has urged you several times, and that noble one can't wait to entertain you in his domain.

If you need to taste anima, we, the Warden's servants, will deliver the cherished anima to your room, but the various affairs being carried out in various areas of the Sanctuary of Domination cannot be disturbed.

Lord Silent One, please don’t make it difficult for us slaves. "

"Difficult to do?"

Blake glanced at the bold Yuansworn Lich and curled his lips. How could an ordinary soul have the courage to speak out loud in front of an evil god?

It seems that this was specially arranged by Zoval.

It seems that the secret communication between himself and the Talisman Engraver has indeed touched Zoval's reverse scale, and he has become "undesirable" in this place.

But Blake rolled his eyes.

He was sure that Zoval didn't know that he had guessed the true identity of the Talisman Carver and had reached some secret cooperation with the other party. Otherwise, what would appear would not be a Yuansworn Lich representing the Warden, but Zoval. Val himself appears to catch the evil guest.

Worthy of being a veteran Eternal.

The soldier leader here pretends to be a poor man with amnesia, but he still has a way to hide from Zoval's gaze. The bad old man who single-handedly caused all the major events in the Shadow Realm is indeed beyond appearances.

"Okay, okay, I don't want to embarrass you loyal servants. Your loyalty to the warden moves me. It's really sad that I don't have servants who are as loyal as you."

Blake nodded, rubbed his fingers on the black seal for a few times, feeling the message delivery from another world. He turned around and walked to his room expressionlessly, and said to Yuan Shi, who was "escorting" beside him. Lich said:

"But my angered mind needs generous tributes to calm down. I have long heard that there are all kinds of powerful anima in Torghast Tower of Sinful Souls, and I don't want more.

I took some of the derivative powers of the six major forces and collected ninety-nine as a parting gift to show the deep friendship between me and His Excellency Zoval.

After all, I had just persuaded a Titan Soul to join this great cause.

I think I deserve this kind of reward. "

The pirate glanced at the Abyssworn Lich, pointed at the bright stream of legendary anima inlaid on his wrist armor, and said in a long voice:

"Don't let the blue-green eco-friendly anima turn my appetite. Legendary animas are rare and precious. I'm embarrassed to open my mouth. But ninety-nine epic animas shouldn't be a big problem, right?"

This is an expression of sincerity between collaborators, what do you think? The petty Mr. Zoval. "

The Yuansworn Lich was stunned for a moment, and seemed to be talking to its master. After a few seconds, it nodded and said:

"Ninety-nine pieces of epic anima will be delivered to your room before midnight. Early tomorrow morning, you are asked to leave the Maw and go to Revendreth, which is more suitable for you to relax and travel."

You agreed so readily?

A flash of regret suddenly flashed in Blake's eyes.

I made a mistake. I should have just said nine hundred and ninety-nine. I have been away from the realm of black-hearted businessmen for too long, and even the basic skills of this lion have degraded.

Asking for prices all over the sky and paying back the money while sitting on the ground is the style that an evil god should have.

If you want to send away a Sangmen Star evil god, the price of ninety-nine epic animas is really cheap.

Especially for the warden who controls the currently full Torghast Tower of Sinful Souls, such a small thing is still far from his psychological bottom line.

"no!"

When he returned to the room, Blake closed the door and frowned. The evil idea of ​​losing money even if he couldn't take advantage came to his mind. He was now an evil god after all, and he was an upper-class person with status. No matter how much he spent, he would be a little destructive. Image, if you can't enjoy this kind of bargaining, then it's time to hire someone who is good at it to serve you.

Just right.

The evil god glanced at the endless abyss of despair outside the room. This land happened to hide a "special talent" that fit Black's needs.

"Benbolba!"

Blake squeezed the black seal in his hand and said to his least noticeable divine choice:

"You're running around in the Abyss looking for treasures now, right? It's just right. Find someone for me and be polite, do you understand?"

——

"What a simple Venthyr. I really don't know how his idiotic character survived in a place like Revendreth, where conspiracy and conspiracy are regarded as virtues?

The Disgraced Maw is still so childish. It seems that he is not a good collaborator. Maybe he will be discovered by the warden's henchmen in a few days and captured in Torghast Tower.

According to my second principle, my value investment in him seems to need to be recovered as soon as possible.

To avoid losing money.

What's worse is being implicated by his reckless actions. "

As the voice of talking to himself sounded in a very hidden edge cave on the Maw Abyss Floating Island, a very strange guy slowly appeared from the empty air.

This should be some kind of strange instrument similar to an engineering creation. It does not use ordinary magic to hide, but more like opening some kind of phase rift above reality to achieve invisible walking with breath shielding.

It is said that in some dark crypts in Draenor, some ghosts affected by the power of death will also use such techniques. It is different from the stealth that assassins are good at. It is a more advanced level of concealment similar to the use of energy. technique.

But compared to the strange instrument that can turn on phase walking, the owner of the instrument is obviously more eye-catching.

This is a female.

But she is no ordinary woman. She actually does not have any form of physical existence. She is more like a mechanical creation endowed with the ability to move.

This can be seen from her legs that were made into curved armor and the mechanical parts exposed outside her clothes.

There was no head in place of the head, only an iron mask shaped into a weird shape. Behind the mask was a floating blue soul flame.

The beating spirit flame represents the identity of the lady hiding in the abyss.

This is a broker.

Originating from a race of merchants in a small country in the Shadow Realm, their race almost monopolizes all trade routes in the entire Kingdom of Death. Their civilization is exactly the same as the goblins in Azeroth and the ethereal spirits in the material stars.

They are all the kind of guys who are willing to risk their lives for wealth.

Of course, compared to the vulgar goblins and hypocritical ethereals, the brokers are somewhat more elegant and follow the rules. They are indeed more disciplined than the gnomes and ethereals who are good at exploiting loopholes and are proud of it.

Well, the rule-abiding here means that when a broker has to betray a partner for some reason, they will spend more minutes than goblins and ethereal spirits to think about the gains and losses.

"Alas, business has become increasingly difficult recently."

The broker lady, who was wearing yellow and blue striped breeches and a lady's tight waistcoat, decorated with jewelry strings on her chest to restrain her small shawl and short cloak, placed the bag she was carrying in her hiding place. Wave your fingers and pick up your own grimoire account book to calculate this month's income.

Her ectoplasmic flame was pulsing and bending into a less happy shape, seeming to represent how dissatisfied she was with this month's earnings.

She complained:

"It's all because of those rude souls. They all poured into this damn place, causing the warden's henchmen to attack everywhere, causing me to lose several secret routes.

Following my first rule, maybe it's time to take a risk and develop more routes. Well, that naive Venthyr and his companions might be able to help.

They are not afraid of death anyway.

He also shouted to destroy the warden's plan, and he looked like a true warrior at first glance.

I like the most those brave men who dare to die and do not need a pension. According to my third principle, I should call them together now and persuade them to serve my prosperous business.

Alas, there is so little business that can be done in this damn place. I was the most promising new business star in the Wei Financial Group back then.

Look at me now, hiding in a mouse hole and running some underground trade that cannot be promoted, just like a scavenger, risking my life to earn so much. "

The unhappy female agent sat on the shabby sofa that she had stolen from the Yuansworn, scratching her mask with mechanical fingers, and said to herself:

"The Wei Consortium no longer has a place for me, and other consortia will not accept me so easily. I don't have that much money to buy a new identity.

The Zuo Consortium doesn't mind accepting a defector with a bad reputation, but joining them means working hard to make money, which is not in line with my principles of life.

Do you want to accept the invitation from Suo Consortium?

I heard that So Lian went crazy not long ago and is gathering loners from all walks of life to prepare for a big operation. I, a good businessman who fell into the abyss, also have a "famous reputation". Only a person like me can join her. How can I be separated? Let’s go to some shops in the curtain market?

As long as I can survive and manage well for hundreds of years, maybe I can become a rich man. "

She was obviously bored at this moment, and she was busy talking to herself, but she didn't notice at all that the safe hiding place she had spent a long time building was deep in the cave where she piled her "treasures" , there were two little figures carrying a dirty mooncloth bag and dumping things there.

"Shh!"

Benbolba kicked the old Garni's power clone who was a little forgetful next to him. The weird and trendy God of Garbage couldn't help but feel excited when he saw the messy Abyss garbage in front of him. .

But the little fish man is knowledgeable.

The things piled here seem to be in tatters, but which of the items can be washed away by death and still remain intact in the Maw, a hopeless place that corrodes all things? Which one would be simple?

These are really good things, they just look like garbage.

But Old Garni doesn't care about this. After fully "learning" from Blake, Old Garni's horizons have been opened.

If something looks like trash, smells like trash, and is dumped here by people just like trash, then it is undoubtedly trash.

No matter what kind of strange treasure it is inside, as long as it is garbage, it belongs to its own territory.

Although he is not here in person, the wandering Loa god like Old Garni always has some weird abilities. Isn't it hiding on the Nagfar and smuggling to the Maw just for these little cuties from another world? ?

"Let me pick first!"

Old Garni bared his teeth at the little fish-man fiercely, but how could the little fish-man who had become the Chosen One be afraid of a garbage man?

It nastily grabbed the black seal hanging around its neck and waved it provocatively at Old Garni.

Humph, there is someone behind me. How dare you, a trash guy like you, to rob me? Believe it or not, I summoned an army of 100,000 fishmen to attack your temple?

"Okay, okay, you're great, okay?"

Old Garni lowered his eyebrows and swallowed this sigh of relief, and made a "please" gesture to the little fish man with his flexible claws. Only then did the little fish man become satisfied and rushed into the female agent's treasure house with the moon cloth bag. There was a whirlwind of chaos.

Then Old Garni also ran in and started taking out the garbage with a smile on his face.

The two thieves were enjoying themselves more and more, but they did not notice at all that a strange figure carrying a strange metal rake was blocking the entrance to the cave treasure house.

"Xin Neng is above! What the hell is this!"

The female agent originally wanted to teach the thieves who dared to steal things from her place, but when she saw the little fish man and Old Garni, she was immediately stunned as she grabbed the rake used to attack the nasty abyss-devouring rats. land.

She is not an ignorant agent.

She could tell at a glance that the life form of the little fish man was weird. This guy was not a spirit!

It is a living thing!

"Damn it! How did you come to the world of death?"

The female agent swung the rake and hit it with a bang, smashing a jar containing the soul to pieces.

Amid the screams of a cat catching a mouse, the little fish man and Old Garni ran around, while the female agent who defended her property swung a rake and beat them like a whack-a-mole.

While waving the weapon in an unorganized manner, she screamed excitedly:

"Don't run!

You must have a way to get to the material world, hurry!

give it to me!

Oh my god, there is a blue ocean market that no agency has yet set foot in, a whole universe of stars where I can unleash my talents! According to my fifth principle, I must take bold action!

I will be the richest woman ever!

My name will be engraved on every statue in the Broker Kingdom, and those who exiled me will honor me as the Queen of Wealth!

Ha, today is really my lucky day!

You weird fish that brings wealth, don't get away! "

"boom"

The metal rake she laid down was knocked away by the little fish man wielding his elemental dung fork, and the force of the shock caused the female agent who was caught off guard to sit on the ground.

She is obviously not a phase swordsman or assassin who is good at fighting.

She was just an exiled businessman.

It wasn't until she saw the little fish man walking up with a smirk while holding on to the dangerous Seal of the Void that the female agent, who was dazzled by the future wealth, realized a very serious problem belatedly:

A being who dares to appear in the Maw Abyss so arrogantly is really someone easy to mess with?

But it doesn't matter.

According to the first principle she customized for herself, even in such a situation, she still has enough opportunities to escape. She is by no means a reckless guy.

When the little fish man rushed forward, the female agent's body suddenly became illusory, as if the magic of emergency teleportation was activated to throw her into another safe location prepared in advance.

"Ha! Remember today, you almost caught the famous Wei"

"boom"

But before the female agent could say a harsh word, there was a loud bang that made her spin around and be knocked out of the phase shift and fell to the ground.

In the last look of the unlucky and cunning female agent, what she saw was a man wearing torn boots, a red scarf, and an old rucksack on his back. He showed a cunning smile and the bright-skinned Lephignathosaurus was using his flexible... It was holding a strange brick-like stone in its claws and wagging its tail at her in a funny way.

The famous "defector" and "survival expert" Wei Lina was unexpectedly attacked. She will lose all her treasures and even her life!

Damn it!

Today is truly a disaster day.