Shadow Trails in Azeroth

"I didn't faint."

Lying on the gorgeous round bed in the captain's cabin, Dean Alya Lanyue explained seriously that beside her, her "students" were standing.

Blake, the trio of warlocks, and elementary school girl Stella Gosa.

On the other side of the bed, Ms. Natalie Serling, the ship's doctor in black robe, was sitting there, keeping her soul soothed.

Well, treating the dead sounds outrageous.

But consider that this happened on the Nagfar.

That's understandable.

"I was just a little too excited when I heard the news, which caused a small problem in the structure of my soul body. Now that the magic circulation has been smoothed, there will be no problem.

You don't have to worry. "

In order to show that she had "recovered", the dean stretched out her hand to release a magic. As soon as her illusory arm was raised, a chaotic magic burst out at her fingertips.

A piece of the delicate and ornate relief above Blake's bed was shattered.

The scene immediately became awkward.

"Well, Ms. Lanyue, your spirit body is not completely stable yet. I suggest you rest for a while. After all, you have been a ghost for more than 10,000 years and have accumulated too many memories in your consciousness.

Originally, after the zero-point reincarnation at Nathalas College ended, you should have allowed your tired spirit body to recover for a period of time, but now you are suddenly suffering from emotional ups and downs, which has affected the stability and integrity of your spirit body. "

Natalie hurriedly threw out another soul comfort to make Dean Lanyue's spirit body more solid.

As expected of a former archbishop, the ship's doctor spoke with a solemnity and reproach unique to doctors. On the other side, Black and the Warlock trio exchanged glances.

The joy in the eyes of the four people was barely concealed.

"Well, Dean, just take some rest. You are the backbone of Nathalas College. Seeing that the college is about to be rebuilt, nothing can happen to you."

Blake persuaded hypocritically:

"It is very important to balance work and rest. Only by giving yourself a vacation occasionally can you work better."

"That's right, that's right! Dean."

The warlock Xie Yan, who was better at acting, was still injured at the moment, but his big green-faced face with fangs also showed a concerned expression. He pretended to be honest and said:

"You don't have to worry about our studies. You know us. We all have a strong sense of self-management. We don't need your supervision when we study. We will also take care of it.

Haven’t the teaching materials been distributed?

We will definitely study hard and not bring shame to Nathalas Academy. "

"Yes, that's the truth."

Troll Zarak nodded hurriedly and agreed:

"I am the most honest, Dean. You know me. I will help you keep an eye on the rest of us. If anyone is lazy, I will definitely report it to you as soon as possible."

As he spoke, he secretly kicked Kanrisade.

The skinny boy also quickly suppressed the joy on his face and showed a serious attitude.

"Everything sounds nice, but I'm most worried about you four."

Dean Lanyue sighed and said:

"But the situation is already like this, and there is no good way. The other instructors are still learning the basics of warlock magic, far from the level of teaching, but your learning progress cannot be slowed down.

I will entrust Mr. Elan to teach me for a period of time. The important thing is the homework. Fortunately, I have completed the syllabus and your homework can be distributed on time. "

After saying this, the faces of the four warlocks, including Black, fell.

Little Xingxing was watching and holding back laughter.

"Okay, you all should go out first. I have a few words to say to Blake."

The dean waved her hand, and her students walked out of the captain's room with their heads lowered. When the door closed, several cheers came from outside.

Although homework is inevitable, without the strict discipline of Dean Lan Yue, the warlocks can finally relax for a while, which is also worth celebrating.

"Blake, what I want to tell you is about the eternal water bottle."

Dean Lanyue spoke, and Blake nodded and said:

"After I'm done with the affairs for this period of time, I will go to the continent of Kalimdor and get it back. That is a very important thing. It is related to the future of Narthalas Academy and the Undead Fleet, and it must be taken seriously. treat."

"Yes, it is very important. So, don't go get it now! Don't let this sudden unexpected factor disturb your original plan."

Alya Lanyue looked at Blake seriously, and she said in an emphasis:

"I have heard about the situation of your fleet. In Tol Barad, you also face threats from other countries, as well as your special identity, and the special significance of the Well of Eternity.

Obtaining a water bottle will not do you any good until you are fully fledged.

Whether it's imitating Suramar's Nightwell or the Quel'dorei Sunwell, it takes a long time to build such a magical facility, and once the news leaks out, you will immediately face direct pressure from the Kaldorei.

The victory of Watch Island cannot be replicated.

The Tide Stone is very powerful, but it is broken after all. This world is very mysterious. We must respect the unknown, and a few weak stones cannot always bring you victory, my student.

The reconstruction of Nathalas College needs to be re-planned. When we build the college, we must simultaneously start designing and making facilities that carry eternal well water.

During this period of time, you must first make your own power strong and stable, and eliminate the threats to you from other forces.

Only when both goals are achieved at the same time can we move forward to the next step.

I know you have big ambitions.

But there is no conflict between having lofty ideals and being down-to-earth. "

Blake was stunned for a moment.

Dean Lanyue's words were something he had not expected. He originally thought that the upper elf's desire and special feelings for the Well of Eternity would make the dean urge him to get the eternal water bottle.

When Elya Lanyue heard the news just now, her spirit body was excited and entered temporary chaos, which also proved her thirst for the water of the eternal well. That magical and powerful liquid would most likely cause subtle changes in spiritual bodies like them.

But she suppressed her desires and impulses, and in turn persuaded Blake to stay grounded.

This made the pirate feel a little moved in his heart.

He nodded without saying anything more, took out the broken Skull of Gul'dan from his arms, put it in the dean's hand, and said:

"I know that the dean is never idle, so while you are recuperating, you can practice with this thing. It can help you better understand the operation of the warlock's magic.

This thing means a lot to me because it led me down the path of a spellcaster. "

Blake paused, grinned, and said:

"Please use your expertise in inscriptions and enchantment, dean, to help me repair it. I don't want it to be restored to its original strength, but I just want it to not continue to lose its magic power."

"Um."

Dean Blue Moon agreed, and Blake gave Natalie a few words, then stood up, picked up the red eye patch that was cleaned by Sephiel, put it back on his eyes, tied it with a bow skillfully, and then He opened the door and walked out of the captain's cabin.

"Quack gua gua"

The moment the door closed, a familiar fish-man cry sounded in front of Blake.

The little fishman Benbolba rode a weird thing and flew all the way along the cabin. He also circled Blake twice, seemingly showing him his "new mount".

It was a snow-white owl.

It emits fluorescence in the dark and is several times larger than the average owl. There are slender eyebrows on Hanhan's face that curve upward to form a crescent shape, which looks like two horns on its head.

Its claws are huge and sharp, and are equipped with exquisite steel claw sheaths.

There is a collar hanging around the neck of this moon-white owl, with the watcher's logo on it. Only watchers and moon priests can tame such an owl for reconnaissance.

Needless to say, this owl must have been a "trophy" hunted by Bulldog on Watch Island, and this little guy didn't know how to tame it.

In other words, trying to tame it.

After all, looking at the way the owl was flying diagonally, I tried hard to throw the little murloc off of it, but Benbolba had ridden a dog, an undead bone eagle, and a big crab.

It is already the "master of animal training" among fishmen.

A silly owl is definitely no match for it.

"Ha, I knew you could always find something good."

Black wore a blindfold and was blocked from normal vision, but he could feel the surrounding situation, and the Eye of Kilrogg helped him obtain 360° full-range vision.

Although he was "blind", he could still see clearly.

Reaching out and flicking the little fishman's head hard, Blake asked in a low voice:

"Besides this owl, did you find anything good on Watch Island? Come on, give me a few. I don't want more, just one or two."

The fishman shook his head violently, spread his hands again, and made a "poverty" gesture, indicating that he really didn't get anything good.

But pirates believe it is a ghost.

This little idiot must have secretly "snapped another batch of goods" for himself.

"Forget it, I'm in a good mood today, I won't ask you for it, just go away."

Blake waved his hand and said:

"Take care of your big bird. Don't let it poop on my boat. If I find it, you have to clean it up for me! Sephiel will keep an eye on you."

The little fishman grinned, made a face at Blake, then pulled the collar around the unruly owl's neck and flew out along the cabin crookedly.

The pirates didn't bother to pay attention to it. They strode out of the stern of the ship and walked to the railing. They saw a pile of things piled on the deck below, and the pirates on the ship were sorting them.

Those are all things brought back from the Watcher's Caves, as well as some items that were looted when the druids left.

Black threw it over to investigate. The large pile of things was shining with blue-green light, and occasionally one or two faint purple lights could be seen. They were all good things.

But the captain has no use for it now.

"Two for each person! Everyone has a share."

He stood by the railing and shouted to the pirates below who were dividing their loot:

"The rest will be handed over to Quartermaster Eudora, and anyone who dares to take more will have their hands cut off! Once the secret possession is caught, it will be hung on the mast, and will be put down when the next unlucky guy makes a mistake.

There are also those gems and gold coins that were collected, one bag per person, are there too many?

The next battle is to go to Northrend. It is said that there is a place for sailors to relax there. You can play whatever you want on the shore, but if you dare to cause trouble for me, I will throw all of you trash into the sea. Do you understand? "

"Long live the captain!"

The pirates below heard Black's words and cheered.

They had seen the captain docilely control the group of arrogant big bird druids with lightning and tide. They were in awe, and now that they had received money and treasures, they were naturally overjoyed.

Of course, there will always be some trouble with the distribution of spoils.

Especially when the loot this time is all magic items, the pirates all want to get the best, and they will definitely fight with each other.

But that has nothing to do with Black.

Anyway, he has distributed it fairly and no one can say anything bad about him.

"Those guys are awake, Your Highness."

General Lylessa's voice sounded from above Black. The Eye of Kilrogg floating next to the pirate turned upward and saw the Ranger General sitting on the edge of the third floor of the stern of the ship.

The latter was holding a dark green war bow, using special tools to fine-tune the bowstring. There was also a bag of snake-man bone arrows beside him.

She said to Blake:

"Girl Anarres is going to carry out her plan, don't you go and see?"

"Since I let her do it, I don't have to intervene. I have great trust in my crew. I trust everyone."

The pirate threw out the hook lock, clasped it on the three-story railing, jumped lightly, and landed next to Windrunner's mother. His Eye of Kilrogg was close to the war bow in the ranger general's hand, and he looked at it carefully.

The texture of this bow is very strange. It is made of metal. Judging from the color and structure of the metal, it should be magic steel!

This is a special metal that only the demons of the Burning Legion can smelt. It is very suitable for making some dark magic carriers. The Ulthalus war scythe in Black's hand is made of magic steel.

Moreover, the shape of this war bow is quite strange.

Its slender bow arms are like devil's wings, and three sharp blades are shaped on the bow body and handguards, stabbing forward like devil's claws, allowing this bow to be used for close combat when necessary.

There are two semi-arc-shaped openings on the upper and lower sides of the bow arm. When the bow is drawn, dark magic should be activated in the two openings.

Blake stretched out his hand and placed it on the cold yet familiar war bow. Purple light jumped out, and the entry showed:

Betrayer's Dark Bow

Epic quality [magic enhancement]

Extraordinary tenacity. Extraordinary agility. Extraordinary piercing. Extraordinary heavy attack.

Item effects:

Dark Drain: This war bow was specially made by Illidan for hunting demons. When the arrows it shoots hit the enemy, it will actively extract the enemy's magic, causing them to enter a state of magic loss.

It will also replenish the user's magic power to achieve longer hunting.

"A great weapon, perfect for a powerful ranger like you, my mentor."

Blake praised.

Then his voice changed and he said quietly:

"But I'm curious, how did you get it from Maiev Shadowsinger? If you lose, will there still be loot?"