Shadow Trails in Azeroth

"Haha, I'm just saving your life, Kitten Man. Don't be ignorant. If you continue like this, it's only a matter of time before you're sent to Violet Prison to pick up soap."

After leaving the alley, Black continued to move towards the elven residential area of ​​Dalaran. As he walked, he thought in his heart:

"Looking at the amount of materials used for channeling that Kel'Thuzad bought this time, they are too much to fit into his magic bag. He must have been secretly learning this forbidden spell for a long time, right?

Although he concealed it very well, I smelled some corpse smell that hadn't dissipated yet.

This guy should have dissected the corpse according to the records of the Shadowmoon Clan's necromancy. The next step is to learn the structure of the corpse. Maybe he can create an abomination or something in the next year or two.

This guy really relies on his talent in this area.

If he were a Shadowmoon orc, how could he have Gul'dan's acting role? If Ner'zhul had a disciple as capable as him, why worry about necromancy being completely replaced by the Warlock School? "

Blake groaned in his heart.

Through the observation ability of the Watcher's "Endless Hunting" bug, he could easily discern some details that were horrifying after meeting Kel'Thuzad.

This also confirmed to him that after he and Kel'Thuzad 'separated' last time, that guy had these "little thoughts".

As expected of the legendary guy who is desperate for power, he is born with evil factors in his soul.

Old Merry said last time that he had paid attention to Kel'Thuzad, but he has not yet sent an invitation to the high-level mage. He probably saw the instability in Kel'Thuzad's bones.

The old lich may even have noticed that Kel'Thuzad was secretly learning necromancy.

After all, the Tirisfal Council is an organization created in the name of guardianship, and it is risky to absorb such members.

But Blake didn't care.

Kel'Thuzad is still very "pure" now. He has not gotten rid of the habits developed by years of training as a spell caster, and he has to learn the art of necromancy secretly.

Compared with the scumbag warlocks under his command, he is just a good boy. It would definitely be a surprise if he could really join Narthalas Academy.

"Run quickly! Luo Ning is here!"

Blake, who was thinking, had just walked to a street corner when he immediately heard the sharp and panicked cry of a dwarf mage. Then he was shocked to see the mages on the street in front of him disperse.

Those low-level mages seemed to be avoiding something terrible, running and complaining.

"Oh my god, I really didn't do any divination in advance when I went out today, how could I meet this guy!"

"Stop complaining and run away. We'll go to Arugao later and ask him to perform a 'transfer ceremony' for us to wash away today's bad luck."

"You are stupid, Arugao is a liar, just like his crazy mentor."

"That's better than staying here and being corrupted by Ronin's misfortune, right? Let's go, let's go. I really don't know why the six-person council hasn't kicked him out of the city yet."

The pirate's keen hearing allowed him to hear all these complaints.

I glanced forward again, and I saw that the small streets where there were many people walking around just now were now deserted, and the stalls on the street were left there as the stall owners fled in panic.

In the chaos, the apple stand was overturned, and two red apples rolled to the feet of the pirates.

He bent down and picked up the apple.

Got one myself.

He threw the other one to the little fishman who was poking his head in his arms. This guy was awakened by the chaos just now. He was rubbing his cute big eyes and looking ahead.

One by one, they ate apples and stayed where they were, watching a lonely figure walking towards them holding a staff. He was a young man with bright red hair and a bit of beard.

He was wearing the robe of the Kirin Tor. Judging from the badge, he was already an official mage at a young age, so he seemed to be very talented.

But this guy has a very "peculiar" temperament about him.

It was a complex mixture of despair, grief, powerlessness and resignation. He seemed to have become accustomed to the strange scene caused by his arrival.

Looking at the empty streets, the red-haired mage sighed, walked at his own pace, and finally arrived at a magic item shop.

He knocked politely and opened an observation window in the closed store door. The person inside said nervously and with a hint of poor disguise:

"Ah, it's Master Luo Ning. What do you want to order today?"

"You should let me in anyway."

The young mage sighed desperately and said:

"I want to buy some magic materials for the 'Dragon Breath Technique' experiment, and a set of crucibles. Mine exploded last night."

"The crucible, there are also materials for the Dragon's Breath spell, right? I'll prepare it for you right away."

The merchant in the shop coughed a few times and pretended to say:

"It's not that I won't let you in. I've been sick recently, cough, cough, cough. Look, I've been coughing. The doctor said it's contagious. This is for your own good.

Well, wait outside for a moment and I'll prepare it for you right away. "

"Shua"

After saying that, the observation window on the shop door was closed.

Only a helpless young mage was left, sighing on the deserted street.

"Quack gua gua"

The little fishman in Blake's arms seemed to smell something bad at this moment.

It pinched its nostrils, waved its claws at the pirates, and shouted, seeming to urge Black to get away from here.

Benbolba's luck is very good. This little fish man probably has some kind of "lucky" talent. He is very courageous. He followed the pirates all over the world and has seen the real world.

This was the first time that Blake had seen the little fishman react so strongly when meeting other people.

Perhaps it really felt the "aura of doom" in the red-haired mage in front of it?

"This is really strange."

Blake didn't leave.

He threw the noisy little fishman on the ground, and the latter ran back for a while holding the half-eaten apple, hiding at the entrance of an alley, nibbling on the apple and looking around.

When he saw the pirate walking towards the lonely and desolate young man, the little fish man yelled anxiously and ran out of his hiding place, grabbing Black's trouser legs.

When he was ten steps away from this strange "Luo Ning", the little fish man's screams became frightened.

"Well, this is the limit of contact distance, right?"

He lowered his head and asked the little fishman.

The latter nodded with fear on his face and covered his nostrils tightly, as if something unpleasant was lingering in front of him.

"Hey, you, your name is Luo Ning?"

Blake shouted to the red-haired young man leaning against the wall in front of him:

"I heard your 'legendary stories' before I came to Dalaran. I heard that you were very unlucky? You killed many people?"

"I wasn't the one who killed him!"

When Luo Ning heard this, he was immediately dissatisfied. He opened his eyes and took a step forward with anger. The pirate and the fishman immediately took a step back.

Keep ten steps away from him at all times.

This action deeply hurt the young mage's already riddled soul. His next words seemed to be choked in his throat and his nose twitched.

Then he said with a sad tone:

"I admit that when I first went out on a mission, I used magic too recklessly, which exposed our position. As a result, we were besieged by ogres and suffered heavy casualties.

It was my fault that time!

But the subsequent accidents have nothing to do with me, I have tried my best to protect them, I have tried my best."

As he spoke, the young man seemed to be out of breath under some kind of pressure.

He covered his face and said with a sobbing voice:

"I don't know who is spreading these nonsense rumors and slandering my reputation. I had friends before. Jack who opened a shop in Dalaran was never afraid of me.

But he left too, without leaving even a letter.

Even a powerful mentor alienated me because of this. He gave me his mage tower, but he has not been there since a few years ago and uses mirror communication to discuss magic issues.

God, this is not my fault, why do you punish me like this? "

It was probably because no one had taken the initiative to talk to him for a long time. After the pirate asked, Luo Ning seemed to have found someone to talk to, and he said all the words he was holding back.

A hard-hearted bastard like the pirate felt a little emotional when he heard this.

He thought for a while and asked:

"How many missions have you carried out?"

"Seven times."

Squatting on the ground, holding his head, Luo Ning, completely collapsed, said without raising his head:

"After Archmage Drandon personally led the team, which also resulted in inexplicable casualties, I was banned from participating in all battle mage promotion missions.

They didn't even let me go to the guard post of Violet Prison, saying that prisoners also have human rights.

Don’t I have human rights? "

"In seven missions, even the Archmage who led the team was injured, but you were unscathed."

Black rubbed the chin of the hood full of shadows and said:

"You are so lucky. No wonder you were selected to carry out the suicide mission. You are indeed the most suitable candidate. It is really unbearable to 'sacrifice' your teammates."

Let me ask you, don’t you hate the people of Dalaran for treating you like this? "

"Alas, they are just following what others say. Although they will make fun of me, they have no bad intentions."

Luo Ning sighed and said:

"I have caused so much damage to Dalaran, and the Council of Six has not kicked me out. They have been very good to me."

"Well, your definition of 'friendly' and 'nice' is really sad to hear and shed tears to see."

The pirate curled his lips and said something.

He hesitated and thought about it for several minutes, then took out something, threw it to Luo Ning ten steps away, and comforted him:

"Actually, if you think about it differently, maybe it's not your problem, but Dalaran's problem. Maybe you have a natural conflict with this place.

Otherwise, try another place? "

Luo Ning took a look at the thing in his hand. There was something strange written on it in Salas language. It was an invitation letter for new students from Nathalas College in September, Year 7 of the Dark Portal.

There is already the autograph of Dean Alya Blue Moon below, and the name "Blake Shaw" is also written in the recommender column.

As long as Luo Ning signs it, he can rely on this letter to start his education career at Nathalas College.

When he saw Black giving the invitation to Ronin, the little fishman at his feet immediately covered his eyes with his paws.

Ben Bolba has made up his mind.

If the red-haired human in front of him really goes to Tol Barad, he will take his murloc pirates and leave that ghost place that is about to be contaminated by bad luck!

My owner is really crazy!

How could you take a bomb that could explode at any time and take it home?

Could it be that Blake was under too much pressure from staying in the same city as his father, so he was showing signs of losing his mind? No, he wouldn't be so fragile, would he?

"Well, that's not necessary."

Ronin pursed his lips, stood up, and handed back the invitation in his hand, but when he took a step forward, the pirate took a step back.

Blake waved his hands and said:

"Let me declare in advance that I am a very easy-going person and will not discriminate against anyone who encounters bad luck and still works hard to survive. But stay away from me!

I'm already a very unlucky warlock, and I don't want to encounter any more damn things."

The pirate dodged before he could finish his words.

With a bang, something hit his feet.

Blake looked up and saw that on the second floor of the magic supplies store next to him, there was a bewildered dwarf who was apologizing profusely for accidentally knocking down the flowerpot.

The impact point was only towards the pirate's head.

If Blake hadn't reacted quickly, this meeting would have been fired.

To make matters worse, the flowerpot contained a weird magical plant with a big mouth. When it was smashed down, it bit the pirate's feet like a snake.

Then he was cut in half by a sharp-eyed fishman. The corrosive sap splashed onto Blake's shoes, quickly leaving ugly spots.

This sudden incident embarrassed both people present.

"I can explain! You listen to my explanation!"

Ronin immediately opened his arms and wanted to say something, but the pirate took another step back in awe. He crossed his arms and said to Ronin:

"When people ask you when you enter school, don't tell them that I recommended you, okay? My popularity is already very bad. Besides, if you don't want to go, just burn the invitation letter and pretend that nothing happened.

Well, I'm still a little busy. I enjoyed chatting with you today, so I'll..."

"boom"

Miss Hisari Black Crow, who was flying towards the pirates in the sky at high speed, seemed to be avoiding something. As a result, she panicked and hit the wall next to the pirates.

The impact was too great and triggered the magic shop's defensive magic.

As arcane sparks flew everywhere, the bird twitched and fell at the pirate's feet. The bird's feathers flew around and its wings were slightly broken.

Miss Black Crow made a difficult cry and tried hard to maintain her disguise. The next moment she was picked up by the distressed pirate and protected in her hands.

"Ah, my precious little bird!"

He was speechless, glared at the innocent-looking Luo Ning in front of him, and said with a very tired heart:

"Hurry up and go back to do experiments. Dalaran may not be peaceful these days. What I mean is, for the sake of innocent people, don't go out and wander around if you are fine."