Shadow Trails in Azeroth

Chapter 324 33. Suramar’s last night-——[3840]

(Additional update for Prisoner Brothers on the Throne [13/15])

The Port of Astava is in the very center of Suramar City.

This is not only the dock of the city bay, but also the source of the intricate water systems in the urban area of ​​Suramar, which is like a Venetian scenery.

During the elven empire, the city of Suramar was not in its current location.

In fact, the entire Broken Islands was "pushed" into this remote sea area during the earthquake.

In the kingdom of Queen Azshara, this dock was once the home port connected to the water system of the capital Zin Azshari. It was specially used to transfer materials between Suramar and the imperial capital. Therefore, it was built very beautifully and very solidly. , a large circular platform is surrounded by four docks with different functions.

Many of the ships in Suramar City are moored here. They are all small elven ships that cannot sail into the open sea.

But tonight, this large port, which has existed for more than 10,000 years, has been cut off by one-third. Above the large domed columns of the main port, a third of the building has fallen into the water.

It's like a straight line cutting through everything in front of you smoothly, leaving only a smooth blade profile on the building.

It was as if what Blake had just cut through was not the solid Elf White Rock, but a piece of old tofu.

It shouldn't be so destructive.

It can only be said that the children of the night are unlucky. The knife just now triggered the continuous attack special effect of the black iron sacred object Hand of Justice.

The second sword is not as powerful as the first sword, but it is still impressive.

"good."

The pirate stood in the ruins he had dug out, feeling the fatigue coming from his body, and nodded with satisfaction.

Not just satisfied with the destructive power.

I still feel satisfied with my current state.

Thanks to Xal'atath's blessing, the intuitive effect of using the void power on the Blade of the Dark Empire to strengthen his body to a critical state has now been reflected.

"Finally he is no longer a one-knife man, but it is a pity that he has to make a second stab and have to 'explode' his body. It is really an embarrassing situation."

Blake looked at the translucent character card in front of him. There was no such description as "serious injury" in the status column, which meant that his current body could withstand the backlash of using such a demigod-level skill.

Moreover, the demigod-level shadow attack just now was the first time that the pirates used the skills completely. From the beginning to the end, the shadow enhancement of the riot did not lose control at all.

Only in this way can the power of the sword in front of him be created.

However, Black himself has also complained that his "demigod power" is extremely watery. In the final analysis, it is just his skill proficiency that has been temporarily enhanced to the demigod level by various talents.

He is not a demigod with absolute power.

If he really had this kind of power, the knife just now wouldn't have just chopped off a third of the pier, and the surrounding buildings would have been damaged.

Let’s use a more intuitive analogy.

If the astral mage Medivh were here and casually threw out a demigod-level magic, at least half of the entire city of Suramar would be destroyed.

Or let a sleeping demigod of the wilderness on Hyjal come here to wreak havoc. It would not be difficult to demolish the entire city overnight.

"There is a long way to go, but the current situation is not enough."

Blake sighed inwardly.

"What's the matter with your sudden increase in strength?"

Xal'atath spoke in the pirate's ear, with an incomprehensible doubt, and said:

"Why were you immediately strengthened in all directions after you came into contact with the sea water? Is this some kind of magic? I have never seen this phenomenon since the birth of Azeroth until now."

"There are so many things you don't know. The world is never as simple as you think."

The pirate curled his lips and said to Miss Xalatas with a tone of loneliness and defeat:

"For example, you still think that Elune is the Protoss Titan born in Azeroth, but in fact, she is not, she is a more peculiar life form."

"So, this power that causes seawater to surge upon contact is a blessing given to you by Elune? And it's also the power you used to trap me."

Xal'atas asked suspiciously:

"is from"

"Don't think about it, I am such a mysterious man. You have my heart, but you can never get my secrets. My background is much more powerful than you think.

But I won't tell you that.

So, please leave me alone for a while, okay? "

The pirate interrupted Xal'atath's inquiry, which made the Legacy of the Void feel depressed, and like a loyal servant, he became quiet again.

Black looked at the magic swordsman Aluriel lying in the rubble at his feet.

The latter's injury was actually not serious.

This also gave the pirates a clearer understanding of the strength of the Demonic Swordsman of the Night. This was the first time since the "demigod-level" power that defeated Black appeared that he had been stabbed completely, but it was only slightly injured. people.

She is definitely more powerful than Granny Xiao.

The weird magic armor she was wearing was a bit interesting, but at this moment, the magic swordsman was filled with frustration and fell into a sluggish state.

The pirates had no intention of taking her life.

Before the Wilderness Ritual and the Shadow Ritual are completed, no matter how much Anima is absorbed, it will be a waste. There is no point in wanting this soul now, and the elf in front of him is already stupid.

Maybe it can be used for other things.

"You have personally turned the city of Suramar, where countless heroes have been born, into a garbage dump harboring filth and evil. Every minute and every second I spend here makes me feel disgusted."

The pirate slapped Oruriel's cheek with the cold flaming blade Sankesu's blade. He said in a cold tone:

“The once noble Highborne have now become stinking Shaldorei garbage. How can they gain real power by being with such bugs?

Poor little girl, you are very talented, you could have done greater things, but you are stuck in this garbage.

Elisande protected you, but also destroyed you.

If you don't leave this hopelessly fallen city of ten thousand years, you will never understand the meaning of power. Your skills and talents have been transformed into a sad curse by you. "

Blake took out a flare gun, raised his hand and fired it into the air. A ball of blood-red illuminating bullets flew into the night sky, and then shined brightly in the dead Astava Port.

It illuminated this ruined place like a bloody hell.

The pirate squatted down, and with the bloody light lingering above his head, he stretched out his hand and roughly took off the magic armor from the magic swordsman. This was to take the winner's trophy.

The genius demon swordsman, whose arrogance and confidence had been defeated by the demigod's sword just now, would not react at all.

Like a wooden man.

"I took this thing away as a reward for sparing your life."

He stretched out his hand, patted the Demon Swordsman's purple-gray cheek, and said:

"In Suramar, you have reached the top, Demon Swordsman, but where I come from, a genius like you is just a mediocre person. Where we are, all those who pursue power must keep running, It is possible to stop in place.

If you want to go further, you have to pay more.

I could have killed you.

But I would rather give you, and this fallen city, a chance.

Remember my name, and then leave this city that exudes the rotten smell, go for a walk in the huge world, don't be satisfied with being a frog in the well.

When you are ready, come find me and challenge me.

I am Daelin Proudmoore of Kul Tiras.

I am the King of the Seas of Azeroth. The next time you die, remember to bring your fleet and all the friends you can find with you.

I look forward to our next meeting, Deplorable. "

"Buzz"

The shadow magic of the summoning ritual, using the special soul stone on Blake as an anchor point, turned into a twisting shadow door in the difficult tearing space.

The pirate glanced in the direction of the Night Fortress.

He stood up, letting the magic of the summoning ritual bind his body, and was pulled away from Suramar City by a hook that seemed to be hooked to his navel.

At the moment when he was swallowed by the shadow, Blake whispered in a voice that sounded like an exhortation or persuasion:

"For mediocre people, there is always endless beauty in places that have never been. Because you may go to our cruel world, so I advise you, really.

Don't be so optimistic. "

When these words were spoken in Salas language, they sounded more like a provocation, and the legendary magic swordsman Aluriel, who had his armor taken off, stared at this scene in a daze.

She had no reaction to Blake's departure.

There was no call for support either.

She is already the third strongest person in the city after Ms. Elisande and the Great Astrologer. If she is no match, no matter how many people come over, it will only increase casualties.

She was frightened by the pirates.

She didn't know that after Blake finished the chop, although he was not seriously injured, he still felt like he was losing strength. As long as she mustered up the courage and stabbed forward, the pirate would have no choice but to flee.

But again, her confidence as a genius has been completely shattered.

She can accept failure.

She even longs for a failure.

But it’s not like this!

"The world beyond Suramar. Kul Tiras. Daelin Proudmoore. Lord of the Sea"

The legendary magic swordsman leaned against the rubble in a miserable posture that could only be seen in some kind of dubious storybook of a weak female elf after being insulted.

It's like being screwed.

Her purple eyes with light were staring at the magic barrier above her head that was as thick as a city wall.

If it weren't for the reminder from the assassin just now, she would have even forgotten that she and her fathers, she and her people have been living under this magic canopy for ten thousand years!

This is where they were born, grew up, and lived.

This is the well.

They can only see what they see, but cannot imagine what kind of earth-shaking the world has gone through.

Several minutes later, the Demon Swordsman stood up with difficulty, holding her severed magic wing blade. She recalled the memory, staggered around, and walked into the ruins into the frightening night.

Humiliating failure is not a bad thing, it can always open a way for those who have no direction.

——

"No matter when, I hate this ritual. It's like throwing me into the craziest tide, spinning along the rapids and throwing me into the endless abyss.

I've had enough of the warlock's stupid magic!

You must use the mages' portal next time. If you don't capture the Nightborne Arcanist this time, I will throw you all back to Suramar and let those old ladies ravage you! "

Blake, who returned to the Nagfar, gasped and rubbed his head to relieve the dull pain in his head.

Next to him was Evil Eye, who had just completed the summoning ritual. Zarak, Slender Boy, and the three warlocks worked together on the ritual. They also borrowed the powerful magic power of the Skull of Gul'dan, and they managed to penetrate the inside and outside of the city and remove Black from the city. Li pulled out.

Even so, the three warlocks were now as tired as dogs. The weakest one, Kanrisad, sat down on the deck, without even the strength to raise his hands.

"How was the result of the robbery?"

The hateful pirate didn't care about his three weak subordinates at all, and turned back to look at his first mate. The pirate dragon Saphiel happily pointed to the cabin and said to Blake:

"A great victory! Chief Arcanist Thalyssra was not in her manor, and the battle prepared before did not happen at all. It was almost a smooth push.

All the good things in the manor were moved out.

Six of the Son of Night Arcanists were captured, a dozen Elf Demon Swordsmen were captured, and more than thirty servants of the Yuejun Family were also captured.

Oh, and an unexpected bonus.

Lilith Yuejun and her sister Anares Yuejun were also captured by Moros. They said they wanted to invite them back as distinguished guests to improve the quality of your social circle. "

"Wait. Who was captured?"

The pirate heard that these two names seemed familiar. He raised his head and looked at the pirate dragon who was excited about the victory in the robbery with strange eyes, and asked:

"Isn't the Yuejun family's manor in the outer ring of Suramar? The great noble Lilith Yuejun is indeed good friends with Thalyssra, but how did she end up in that manor?

This script is wrong. "

"There's no other script."

Sephiel didn't care at all, he put his hands on his hips and said boldly:

"In this world of uncertain destiny, anything can happen, my Lord Captain. Now the pair of elven noble sisters have been thrown into your captain's cabin.

Are you eating first? Or should we look at the stolen treasure first? Or enjoy them first? "

"What a bullshit statement!"

Blake stared at Sephiel and said:

"As a girl, is it appropriate for you to say these things? Besides, the appearance of the Night Child does not meet my aesthetic taste, and I have no interest in the black-skinned elf.

Let's go see the treasure first. In addition, help me invite Lady Lilith out and find a quieter cabin on the stern of the ship.

I have something to talk to her about.

at last."

The pirate commander looked back at Suramar City, which was shrouded in purple magic shield in the night, and said:

"Set sail! Let's go back to the Broken Shore."

"Now that the appetizers and desserts are gone, it's time to go to Azsuna and do some business."