Shadow Trails in Azeroth

"Smelly pirate!"

Hearing Black's rude remarks, the chief arcanist Thalyssra, who was using magic to restrain the remaining demon hunters, was about to refute, but her friend the magic swordsman Melandus held down her wrist to stop her. .

(This guy’s name is Melandus, and he is the BOSS of the Courtyard of Stars. His name is not Max Duran. I wrote it wrong before. Thanks to the book friend for pointing it out.)

The Demon Swordsman shook his head at her, pointed at the unconscious Demon Hunters on the ground, and then pointed at the top of his head.

Naga has been defeated, and the watchers are about to return for reinforcements. If they don't leave now, they really won't be able to leave.

The mission ordered by Ms. Elisande has been nearly completed, and now is not a good time to argue or fight with the pirates.

"Bring Anarres back!"

Thalyssra gritted her teeth and said:

"From the Yuejun family"

Before she could finish her words, she saw Blake jumping down from the hole in the magic platform of the three-story crypt.

Obviously, the latter had no intention of listening to her and didn't care what she thought.

This made the Chief Arcanist so angry that he was itching his teeth, but now was indeed not the time to vent his anger. Fandos, another magic advisor of the Grand Mage, opened a portal from the back to leave the cave.

The magic swordsman awakened the warriors who were knocked unconscious by the demon hunters, and carried the demon hunters who were knocked unconscious by the pirates through the portal.

Thalyssra and Fandos used the magic of the arcane cage to send several awake but weak demon hunters through the portal and arrived at the edge of the island on the surface of Watch Island.

They looked around the Watch Island in front of them.

In the polluted fog of the gray and cold sea, the entire Watch Island was looming, and in the center of the island behind them, there were still residual thunder and lightning beating.

It renders this place like a Jedi in the sea.

"Let's go back to Suramar."

Melandus, the leader of the magic swordsmen, withdrew his gaze and sighed. He glanced at the Naga corpses floating on the sea, including some drowned Nightborne warriors.

This scene is a bit miserable, but the battle on the island is not over yet.

"We suffered heavy losses this time, and it's all due to that ghost ship in the fog. What happened to it? What happened to the sudden thunder storm?"

Melandus looked at Thalyssra, who was about to speak, but seemed to sense danger.

When he turned back and raised his staff, he saw at the edge of the fog not far away, a Son of the Night arcanist who was resting there and fell to the ground, clutching his heart.

Behind him, a Warden Warden holding a double-edged pyramid, wearing battle armor and a blade-wing cloak, walked out of the cold mist behind the corpse like a ghost.

She shook off the blood stained on the weapon in her hand.

The eyes under the owl helmet looked indifferently at the group of children of the night who had escaped from Watch Island, and then at the unconscious demon hunters at their feet.

She raised her right hand, and a hunting team of eight watchmen also appeared from the shadows and lined up behind her.

Warden Sera Moon Guard who was waiting here said in a faint tone:

"Elves of Suramar, where are you going to take our prisoners? If your relationship with these Illidari is so good, why not stay with them?

Our Watcher's Crypt is pretty big. "

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Blake was in no mood to pay attention to those children of the night who were mothers-in-law.

He jumped down from the magic elevator hole in the center of the third floor hall of the Watcher's Crypt.

The watchman's cloak behind him floated like dragon wings, turning his fall into a glide, and like an owl in the night, he fell towards the lowest cage.

This place is different from the third floor.

There are no traces of artificial excavation here at all. It is like a large natural cave located nearly 100 meters underground, and there is no light source in it, so it is pitch black.

The pirate landed lightly on the ground, and the cloak behind him covered his body, wrapping his body.

In such blinding darkness, life will be in panic, but assassins are exceptions. Such darkness is their best disguise and their favorite battlefield.

"I remember there should be a magic light source here."

The darkness could not cover the pirate's eyes. He found a lifelike owl statue next to where he landed, but the light source that should be in the owl's talons in his memory had disappeared.

"There are a lot of miserable souls wailing here, and a massacre has just occurred here."

Xal'atath whispered in Black's ear:

"Can you see them? Little master, their screams are really ugly. In your words, they are the whine of a defeated dog, which is disgusting."

"certainly."

The pirate switched the title of Soul Hunter on the character card. The darkness in front of him suddenly changed, and he saw many souls who died here being bound in the dark cave.

Most were slain Nagas.

But there are also some weird-looking watchmen. They are incorporeal and dark, patrolling along fixed routes in the dark. Their movements are still vigorous, but a little stiff.

"That's the spirit of vengeance?"

The pirate raised an eyebrow.

He had just read the Moonlight Scripture. There was also the legendary inscription of the Watcher on the character card, and he already had an understanding of the Watcher's power and skills.

These Black Moon Hunters can be regarded as a hybrid profession of hunters, assassins and spellcasters. When their shadow skills reach their peak, they can capture the souls of their enemies as their own special summons to fight for themselves.

This sounds a bit evil. Blaspheming the souls of the dead is taboo in the teachings of the Moon God, so the Watchers generally do not use this taboo power.

There is only one exception.

When a watcher dies in battle, her soul will not dissipate under the protection of the moon god, but will be transformed into this special form of spirit body in front of her.

Such spirits will be captured by the younger generation of watchmen and exist as their "guardian spirits". In critical moments, these vengeful spirits can also be released and join the battle.

This is one of the special powers of the legendary profession of Warden.

No watcher should be taken lightly.

Because there will always be the souls of the forerunners behind them to bless, temper, and fight together.

It now appears that the Watchers placed these vengeful spirits outside the cage where Illidan was imprisoned, serving as an invisible but effective layer of defense.

"Be careful to avoid them, little master. These souls infected with Elune's divine power are very powerful. Each of them has experienced hundreds of battles. You are not their opponent yet."

Xal'atas reminded him quietly, and the pirate nodded. He was not in a hurry to set off, but was observing the patrol tracks of these vengeful spirits in the darkness above.

He seized a fleeting opportunity, threw out the hook, fastened it to the rock above his head, and quickly swung towards the depths of the cave.

The deeper you go, the more Naga corpses appear.

There is no doubt that these soft-skinned snakes were ambushed by the Spirit of Vengeance here. The surprise attack was silent and deadly. In this cave, Naga dropped at least a hundred corpses.

"You keep saying that you are well-informed, so let me ask you something."

Black hid in the shadows, carefully avoiding the spirit of vengeance and advancing deeper into the cage, while saying to Xal'atath:

"Have you heard of the legend of the 'Moonnight God of War'?"

"In another world, of course."

Xal'atath was stunned for a moment.

She was probably very suspicious of where Blake heard this word, but soon she answered with interest:

"Not only have I heard about it, I have also seen it with my own eyes, my little master. That was a long time ago before I came to Azeroth. It was a world that was invaded by legions and was hopeless. .

The people there created their own god out of desperation, and they called it the 'Moonnight War God'.

It is said that it is the dark power from Elune.

It was extremely terrifying and violent. The brave vanguard sent by the Burning Legion was destroyed by him alone. He waved the war blade tirelessly, mercilessly swaying the power of the Black Moon.

When the last demon fell, the Moon Night God of War was already standing on a hundred-meter-high mountain piled with corpses. He successfully repelled the Burning Legion.

He also destroyed his own world and people.

He even destroyed himself.

In the most painful howl, the power of the Moon Night God of War surged out of his body and ruthlessly dismantled every piece of his flesh and bone, melting him in the reflection of the black moon.

That.

That is not a force that mortals can bear. "

"Very good, then don't you think that the power of the Watchers is actually very similar to the power of the Moon Night God of War?"

Blake approached the deepest part of the dark cave. He approached the cage door that was destroyed by magical violence, and listened to the dead silence coming from the dark passage deeper into the mountain wall.

What was surging through the broken door of the prison in front of me was something darker than the night.

That invisible and qualityless aura is difficult to sense, but to the perception of a guy with keen senses like Blake, it is an aura that can make the hairs on his body stand on end.

It's as if the broken cage door in front of you is the open mouth of a monster entrenched in the darkness, waiting for ignorant intruders to step into it, and then be swallowed up with skin and flesh, and chewed clean. net.

The pirate patted his face, took out a bottle of wine, and took a sip.

Use this method to calm down your mind, and then whisper the topic just now:

"The Watcher and the Moon Night God of War both have the power of hunting and killing that can only be born under the most ruthless dark moon phase. Maybe it's just maybe.

This is a wild guess on my part.

I think that the birth of the Watcher may be a derivative of the Moon Priests' study of the Moon Night War God.

Don't forget, Maiev Shadowsong, the first Warden, was also a high priest of the Sisters of Elune. She has full access to the forbidden secrets of the Moon Goddess.

I also don’t believe that such a complete career system as the Watcher was thought up by Maiev alone.

This is not realistic.

It definitely has a legacy. "

"Well, this guess is interesting. As expected of my little master, he easily thinks of things that others dare not think of."

Sataras praised him, remained silent for a few seconds, and said quietly:

"But this is not an area I can comment on. From the time I arrived in Azeroth to now, I have tried my best to avoid anything related to Elune.

I advise you not to get too close to the light of the Moon God, my little master. Let’s not talk about this anymore, haha, in your words, next is the moment when you and your third idol meet alone.

I won't disturb you anymore. Please allow me to take my leave for now.

Be careful of the thing in the dark, little master, don't get too close to it, you will be eaten by it, just like these stupid Nagas.

Sunlight is not the only thing that can burn people. "

Amid the short laughter, Xal'atath silenced his voice. The pirate drank down the wine in his hand, stood up, and straightened his suit and cloak.

He took steps towards the broken cage in front of him.

It's quiet here.

For a cage where important people are imprisoned, this place is a bit too quiet. The pirate maximized his senses, but still didn't notice anything in the darkness in front of him.

This is a very strange feeling. You clearly know that there is something in front of you, but you just can't see it or feel it. It's like you are facing an invisible thing.

"You're also here to pick me up and leave?"

As the pirates walked around the scattered Naga corpses on the ground and approached the platform at the end of the cage, a hoarse man's voice suddenly sounded in front of him.

He seemed very tired, and there was an unspeakable flavor in his voice.

Like anger.

It's like suppressing anger all the time.

"Don't do it. I'm different from them. I'm not here to die."

Blake raised his hands smoothly and said to the old elf hiding in the darkness in front of him:

"I'm just a passing pirate, dropping in to pay homage to the heroes from thousands of years ago, or in the words of the Kaldorei elves, they call you a madman and a traitor.

But I guess they actually have complicated feelings towards you, and it can even be said that they don’t have any ill intentions. It's just that your appearance is too dark and your heart is too terrifying.

You scared them.

You frightened the people you protected, and they didn't know how to commemorate the bad things you did for them, so they could only treat you as a prisoner.

Won't kill you.

I just choose to forget you. "

The pirate coughed, glanced at the wide-eyed Mistress Naga at his feet, and said to the silent elf in front of him:

"But I know who you are. It was only after I heard your story that I began to appreciate you. I'm not just following what others say. I'm your ardent fan and I know everything you did ten thousand years ago.

I came here just to talk to my idol.

If you can, I can get an autograph or something and take it back to show off to my first mate, anyway."

Blake coughed, and gracefully leaned forward slightly as a gesture of courtesy.

explain:

"Hello, Illidan Stormrage.

The future king of the sea, Yu Zun, descended to this poor place and personally walked into such a shabby cage full of corpses.

I'm here to see you. "