Shadow Trails in Azeroth

In order to strengthen his persuasiveness, the bad guy Blake used threatening words, but the beautiful bear lying in front of him just pretended not to hear it.

LOL.

As a demigod of the wilderness, Ursoc has lived for countless years from the time of Titan creation to the present. What big scene has he not seen? The Burning Legion was defeated by a group of them, and they had seen so much that they were crazy.

Although he has been sleeping in the Emerald Dream for the past 10,000 years, how could a little human guy threaten to destroy the world by opening his mouth? How could he possibly scare a big bear?

After all, these are all empty words.

Without proof, the demigods won't believe it.

"Hey, give me a reaction."

Seeing the "jelly bear" in front of him still sleeping soundly, the pirate suddenly felt a little disappointed and put his hands on his hips and said to the beautiful bear in front of him:

"Aren't you still angry? I'm talking to you about business. And I just killed you to save you. The demigod of the wilderness shouldn't be so petty, right?

Let me tell you quietly, in addition to being a pirate, I am also a powerful prophet.

I've seen your future.

My second favorite wild demigod, Ursoc. "

The eyes under the pirate helmet and eyepatch rolled. He reached out and poked the illusory body of the jelly bear in front of him. When wearing the title of Soul Hunter, he could contact the spirit body.

Ursok's spirit body felt soft and warm to the touch.

It must be very comfortable to hold in your arms in winter.

Blake put on a magic stick posture, and while stroking the sleepy bear, he said softly:

"If you just continue to go back to the Emerald Dream and sleep without caring about anything, you will usher in your third death in at most thirty years.

At that time, the power of the Emerald Dream will be weakened by the corrosive attack of the Void Nightmare. Freya, the Guardian of Life, will extract the dreams of all living beings, and the Emerald Dream will be shattered under the attack of the enemy of life.

Your weakened soul will then be unable to reside in Azeroth, and you will be forced to accept a miserable fate of exile. "

He paused and said with emphasis:

"You will be sent to the Shadow Realm, enter the Arden Fairyland as a dead god, and enter the realm of death from the realm of life. As the ultimate creation of the power of life, you must know what it means to go to that place, right? "

The pirate keenly noticed that Ursock's ears moved while he was still sleeping.

He smiled slyly and said:

"That is not the end of your disaster. You will turn into a spiritual seed, slowly absorb the anima and try to become stronger again, and then wait for the opportunity to return to your beloved Azeroth.

However, I have predicted it.

There you met a very bad and bad evil woman, and she had some small family 'disputes' with Elune.

You will die at her hands.

The 'death' I am talking about this time is not the house we are playing today. It is the true sense of annihilation. It is the arrival of cold death after the end of life.

After you die three times in a row, you will eventually face a desperate and inescapable fourth death.

Well, my poor Ursoc, fate is so unfair to you, a brave guardian of nature!

That prophecy filled me with righteous indignation, and made me want to rush into the Shadow Realm right now and teach that pretentious Winter Queen a lesson for you.

I highly suspect that the reason why she wants to operate on you is because you are very popular with Elune.

Elune loves you guardians of the wilderness.

She even chose a lover among you and had a child. This somewhat shows that Elune's hobbies are a bit strange, and she is worthy of being a loving god.

In short, you will become the victim of an ancient feud between the sisters Elune and the Winter Queen.

Of course, this may be just my imagination.

After all, I am just a mortal prophet. I can only pick up an unknown true or false silhouette in the uncertain future. I cannot penetrate the secrets of the gods with my eyes.

I can only choose to tell you exactly what I saw.

But if you cooperate with me, maybe you, the cute and brave bear, can avoid that sad future and save the Emerald Dream before the crisis breaks out.

Believe me.

I really want to help you. "

In order to show his sincerity, the pirate even took off his helmet and eye mask, allowing Ursock to see the anticipation in his bright eyes.

But Ursock, who finally raised his head from his weak sleep, could only see the meaning of "exploiting" and "bewitching" from these eyes.

People who can become "prophets" are either saints who are devoted to the public good, or villains who are as cunning as foxes. The common thing is that they are all smart and know how to use prophecies to achieve their own good or evil goals.

Ordinary people can't do this job.

The shrunken "Jelly Bear" Ursok shook his body on the spot. He first got up from his sleeping position, then shook weakly twice, and squatted there instead.

It stared at the pirate with its bright eyes, seeming to examine the little guy and his exaggerated remarks.

Blake, with a wink, handed over a jar of Kul Tiras queen honey that had been prepared long ago, which was brought directly from Torlao Garni from the Stormsong Valley in Kul Tiras.

It is the best quality honey in all of Azeroth, and it is a top product sold by the great merchants of Kul Tiras.

Facing the "tribute" handed over by the pirates, Ursock, who had just experienced a death, moved his nose, but did not refuse. He stretched out his paws and reached into the jar skillfully.

Let your paws be covered with delicious honey, then put it to your mouth and lick it with your tongue.

The mellow sweetness made the jelly bear show a satisfied expression.

But it still didn't make a sound, nor did it express whether it wanted to cooperate with the little human in front of it to avoid future crises. To put it bluntly, Ursoc didn't believe Black.

This is just their first meeting.

Moreover, humans were born during the 10,000 years that Ursoc slept. It has never seen humans. If there is a night elf prophet in front of him, then maybe Big Bear will believe it.

Of course the pirate understood the meaning of this silence.

He didn't even expect a word, so the demigod of the wilderness bowed his head, then came over and whispered as if whispering:

"I know that I have to prove that I am a prophet first and that my predictions are accurate before you can possibly believe me. So I am going to give you another prediction.

You can see it yourself.

While you were sleeping, the Green Dragon Legion responsible for managing the dream made terrible mistakes. The night elves' druids failed to discover the crisis brewing under the calm.

Their vigilance has been worn away by ten thousand years of peace.

But I have seen it. My eyes that can see the crisis have discovered the source of the disaster. After you return to the Emerald Dream, you can go to the 'holy place' of Avina, another demigod, in the Emerald Dream to take a look.

That's right, the ruins of Mother Tree Garnier.

Don't just look at it on the surface, go deep into it, and then you will find something very 'interesting', and then you will believe my prediction about the pollution of the Emerald Dream. "

He stretched out his hand and wiped it on the jelly bear's fur and said:

“That’s not the first ancient dream tree to be corroded.

I know that there are many ancient trees in the Emerald Dream that were planted when it appeared. Under a certain ancient tree, the seeds of nightmare corruption have been planted.

That wasn't Yogg-Saron's doing.

The Demon of Thousand Maws just opened the way to the dreamland. The other ancient gods keenly sensed the opportunity. You must seize the time.

Don't put too much trust in those druids, my Ursoc.

They also have emotions and desires, and will do terrible things driven by their emotions. Those who seem reliable are not necessarily loyal.

Only ordinary people like me who cannot get involved in dreams are friends worthy of your trust.

Finally, don’t tell the druids about my existence. I have some ‘little conflicts’ with them.

go Go.

Go back to the Emerald Dream for a short nap, and then set off to confirm my prediction. After you confirm the problem, you will know how to contact me. "

After saying that, Blake took a step back.

Watching Big Bear take weak steps into the dream dimension of all living beings' dreams. The green light turned into dancing butterflies, causing the demigod spirit to disappear before Blake's eyes.

The greedy guy took away the fine honey prepared by the pirates, but also left him a "return gift".

Just on the ground where the jelly bear was lying just now, there was a pair of large, exquisitely shaped paws.

Well, the style of the glove is made to imitate the claws of a bear, and its craftsmanship is so exquisite that it doesn't look like a creation of ordinary life at all.

Its appearance also exudes an air of simplicity, as if it has been washed away by time, but the deadly cold light shining on the claw blade can still be seen.

The pirate stretched out his hand and placed it on the big claw. The entry on the character card jumped out with a dazzling orange light in the next moment, illuminating Black's eyes:

Name: Claw of Ursoc

Quality: Legendary Excellence·Titan Creation [Exclusive for Druid]

Attributes: Sealed·Requires Druid-related inheritance profession to be opened

Special effect: The user gains power related to [Wrath of Ursoc]

Item Description:

This is one of the weapons prepared by the Titan Guardian, Freya, the Mother of Beasts, for her beloved children. The guardian of life predicted that she and her children would encounter terrible challenges in the future.

Therefore, she asked the wise man Mimiron, who was also the guardian of the Titans, to prepare exquisite and powerful gifts for her children.

Some wild demigods are too stubborn and do not pay attention to exploring the potential of these weapons, but the two brothers Ursoc and Ursol have always remembered their mother's teachings.

They sharpen their own unique weapons to an extremely sharp level and fully unleash their potential.

Finally, when the Battle of the Ancients came, all Ursock's preparations came into use. Countless demons died under these claw blades, and no matter how tough the evil body was, they could not withstand its violent brute force.

Ursoc sacrificed everything for the world he loved so much. After his death, these legendary weapons were left to his blood descendants and worshiped as holy relics by the bear people.

But no bear warrior can harness its wild power.

You should be glad that the fallen bears used this holy object as a tool to summon Ursoc's soul instead of as a weapon for the fallen demigod, otherwise your victory will not be so easy.

Notice:

Although you are not a druid and cannot exert the true power of these claw blades, its designer Mimiron also designed a variety of attack modes for this weapon.

It can be used as assassin equipment.

Although it cannot exert true destructive power, it is difficult to find a holy object in the material world that can match the strength and sharpness of Ursoc's Claw.

Blake blinked.

He stepped forward, stretched out his hands, and put them on the weapon left by the demigod. The force of nature rolled over it, shrinking its shape enough to fit perfectly into the pirate's hands.

As Blake moved his fingers, ten cold claw blades popped out from the front of the gloves, making the pirate feel as if he had really grown claws.

He imitated the bear warrior's attack method, grabbed forward a few times, and then shrugged helplessly.

It is full of momentum, and it is probably sharp and strong enough to tear dragon scales apart. However, this is not a weapon specially made for assassins. It is too heavy.

And it cannot coexist well with the shadow, and the natural forces on it are resisting the shadow cover of the pirates.

"The black-hearted Big Bear deliberately left this thing behind. It's definitely not for me to use."

The pirate took off his gloves, threw them into his bag, and maliciously guessed:

"I guess he knew about the 'employment' relationship between Tur Raging Claw and me, so he lent me his hand to the bear warrior who was favored by him. What a cunning bear, he defrauded me of a large jar of honey for nothing."

"Quack gua gua"

While he was thinking this way, a fish-man's voice sounded not far away.

Black glanced back, and he saw that Bullba was standing on Ursoc's fallen body, whistling to his owner, calling him over.

Apparently, the little fish man has already set up the ritual of absorbing divine power and is just waiting for Black to "eat".

"Coming."

The pirate turned back, flashed twice in succession, and jumped onto Ursoc's body. He took off his gloves, pulled out the fragment of Azzinoth, and lightly scratched it on the palm of his hand.

The blood dripped on the divine power extraction ceremony in front of me. It was a familiar operation and a familiar feeling.

However, when the divine power extraction ceremony started, Black turned around and threw the scroll of destiny in his hand to the little fish man who was humbly learning the process.

He ordered:

"Prepare another magic circle. Draw one and take two. Today, I will also take this divinity. Hey, what's going on with your eager eyes?

I'm warning you, little fool.

This divine power extraction ritual is very dangerous. Don't try it in private. With your small body, if something goes wrong, I won't be able to save you in time. "