Shadow Trails in Azeroth

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The dragon's tail, which danced like a war hammer, was raised, as if it was going to hit Blake, but the moment it was lifted, the huge dragon's tail fell to the ground again due to weakness.

The pirate holding the soul-inducing lamp was not affected at all, but the snow brought up by the shock wave spread all over his body.

The soul-inducing lamp in his hand extended four or five pale white lights, like chains, deep into Sephiel's slender neck, which was cut in half.

This soul-binding lamp seems to be aware of the powerful and weak souls approaching.

It has to fulfill its mission of existence.

It's going to take that soul away.

The ominous light entwined in the broken flesh and blood of the young dragon's neck, like a storm coming. Amidst the howling cold wind, the screams of the young dragon Sephiel turned into low whimpering.

An almost complete soul was extracted from the dragon's body bit by bit.

"No!!!"

The baby dragon was screaming.

It is not dead yet, and the soul will naturally not leave the body.

But at this time, the dying vitality is receiving the pollution impact of the void, making it unable to resist the pull and pull of the soul-inducing lamp.

The light from Hades illuminated the darkness around Blake, making his thin body look extremely ominous.

The white light dancing wildly in front of him was reflected in his eyes, which gave him a bit of the cold temperament that a hell hunter should have. At his feet, a sobbing and shivering little fishman was holding a small jar.

Catching the thick dragon blood flowing from the hatchling's wound.

In order not to expose himself, Deathwing used the minimum power. The elemental arrow that pierced the young dragon only had a void beacon attached to it.

There is no flesh and blood pollution caused by the void.

The corruption before him started from the soul, from the inside out. Before Sephiel's soul was defeated, its flesh and blood was still pure and not contaminated by the void.

Dragon blood, this is good stuff!

"You should thank me and don't say no like this."

Blake held the soul-inducing lamp in both hands and watched as the soul of the baby dragon materialized in front of him was being restrained and pulled away from the body.

He presided over this slightly cruel ceremony and said:

"My connection with Hades is temporarily cut off by the Holy Light. Before Hela finds me again, your soul can temporarily reside in the soul-inducing lamp.

But Hela will definitely find me.

That lunatic wouldn't let me get away with it.

Maybe tomorrow, maybe in a few days, its messenger will come with the anger of Hades. I already have a plan to calm this anger, and then find a chance to get rid of that madman Hela once and for all.

but you

Sephiel, you must find a way to save yourself.

Once her messenger discovered that my soul-inducing lamp contained the dragon's soul.

I will throw you out without hesitation as a gift to the Queen of Hades, and I believe that this gift is enough to appease all Hela's dissatisfaction with me.

Apart from being an unreasonable, greedy, and infinitely crazy lunatic, Her Majesty the Queen is actually quite easy to get along with.

do you understand me?

Be good and obey me.

In view of your current situation, I don't think it is rational for you to refuse, and if you think about it on the bright side, all you have lost is a body that has begun to deteriorate and is hopeless.

You will just live sadly as a ghost controlled by me.

But at least you can still live, right?

Perhaps at some point in the future, you can personally tell your compatriots about the news of Deathwing's return to the world. You care about them and you don't want them to suffer the same fate as you.

You have to survive first.

So, how are you going to answer me? "

Blake stared at the weak, hateful and chaotic snake eyes of the young dragon, and then glanced at the sky.

He said with malicious threats:

"I heard the sound of the black dragon flapping its wings. The children of Deathwing are coming soon. Make your decision quickly. If you wait any longer, I will leave."

"Don't go. Don't leave me behind."

Sephiel was helpless.

Since its birth as a dragon, it has never been so helpless.

It was just a small baby dragon with no legendary stories and no memorable life, yet it was forced into this desperate situation by fate.

After all, in terms of the dragon's time scale, he is still just a child.

Seeing Blake pull away from the soul-inducing lamp and pretending to escape into the shadows, Sephiel, who had been infected by the void and felt that his soul was about to be alienated, was heartbroken.

It shouted:

"Come! Pull out my soul! Hurry! The void is pulling me, the Lord of Time is on top, it hurts so much, so uncomfortable, hurry!"

"That's right, but I can't do it without your help."

Blake turned around, lifted the soul-inducing lamp again, and said:

"You have to be weak enough for me to extract your soul. This body is hopeless. You have to abandon some things before you can travel lightly.

This is a bit cruel, but it is necessary! "

"Wow"

When Sephiel, who was already tortured by the void and was delirious, heard this, he mustered up his last strength, waved his claws, and slapped his neck with one claw.

The sharp dragon claws carried a deadly force, tearing apart most of its neck.

This is suicide.

Hot dragon blood mixed with broken dragon scales spread everywhere.

The silly little fishman Benbolba was still holding a jar to catch the dragon's blood, but he couldn't avoid it and was sprayed with dragon's blood all over his body. He screamed and rolled over on the ground.

It strangled its neck and was in great pain. It must have swallowed some accidentally.

The pirate picked up the stupid little fish-man and stuffed it into the backpack on his waist. He then held the soul-inducing lamp in both hands, and a pale arc light danced out of the lamp.

Sephiel was weak enough, and it no longer resisted. The young dragon's soul was pulled out faster, and was carried back to the soul-inducing lamp by the pale light.

It's a dragon after all.

Its soul is almost as large as its body.

The pirate felt his hands sink, and another wave of burning heat flowed down his arms and into his body. They were probably the contaminated fragments of Sephiel's soul when it was stripped away.

The soul-inducing lamp obviously doesn't like the power of the void.

It comes from Hades and is an extension of the power of Hela. Before Hela went crazy, she was the ultimate creation on the side of order, the guardian of the world made by the Titans of the Pantheon who shaped the stars and everything.

Although Hela has been crazy for hundreds of thousands of years now.

But its metamorphic death power still has strong resistance and suppression to the void. When the soul-inducing lamp contained Sephiel's soul, it "cut off" all the contaminated parts.

The result was cheap for Black.

These fragments are obviously not as valuable as the experience gained from killing a young dragon.

But it was an unexpected surprise.

He casually threw in the Ranger class and raised his level to level 18. However, the experience bar of level 30 of the Pirate class was still stuck at 99%, and he could not continue to inject experience, which made Black extremely helpless.

In the current state of the Underworld Messenger, which is temporarily sealed by the power of the Holy Light, the soul-inducing lamp cannot connect to the Underworld, and it is safe for Sephiel to live in it.

But that's all for now.

"We need to talk."

Blake quickly picked up several jars filled with dragon's blood on the ground, and took some relatively complete dragon scales. Then he rushed towards the gryphon a few hundred meters away and quickly rushed into the night sky.

In the strong wind in the dark night, he raised the soul-inducing lamp in front of his eyes, stretched out his hand and tapped on the surface.

explain:

“We have to talk about the future relationship between you and me.

But you should rest first.

Poor Sephiel, after this terrible night, the little girl must have been frightened. Let's talk slowly after you wake up.

Sleep, sleep, tomorrow is a new day, you and I will have a bright future. But if you still call me the very insulting code name of 'Time Residue'

I will feed your arrogant baby dragon to Hela! "

Sephiel didn't respond.

This poor young dragon has been temporarily separated from the timeline by the power of the void. Its future and past, as well as the illusion of time at each point in time, are showing signs of collapse.

For a bronze dragon, this state is infinitely close to true "death".

It has entered the weakest and most powerless state that a time guardian can exist.

It desperately needs rest.

Blake, who was riding on the griffin, hung the soul-inducing lamp on his waist, glanced at the character card, and found that there was an additional title of "Dragon Slayer" in his title column.

The effect is the same as the title of Orc Killer. After wearing it, it will increase the lethality against all dragon creatures, and it will also have movement modifications.

"It's of no use."

Blake said with regret:

"With the current strength, there is no chance of winning against the young dragons head-on. The most you can do is bully those sub-dragons, young dragons and hybrid dragons. However, it is said that bathing in dragon blood will strengthen the body.

In the next few months, the Dragonmaw orcs will probably start drinking red dragon blood to resist the debilitating effects of demonic blood, which proves that this statement is not groundless.

Um.

Give it a try when you get to the Hinterlands. "

——

An hour after Blake left, a huge shadow gathered its body and glided down in the cold darkness of Alterac. It was a giant dragon covered with black scales.

Just looking at the body length of more than 70 meters, you can tell that this is an adult black dragon.

Judging from its special arrangement of dragon horns that grow like a crown, the elegant purple fin-like spine on its back, and its especially huge claws and eyes.

This is also a female black dragon.

It should be the bloodline of the Dragon King, Neltharion, the pure-blooded descendant of Deathwing.

"found it."

It was patrolling over this inaccessible snow-capped mountain forest, as if patrolling its own territory, and quickly found its target. The body of the bronze young dragon Sephiel was lying in a pool of blood.

The entire neck was cut into one third by his own dragon claws, and a pair of yellow snake-eyed dragon eyes had long lost their luster of life.

"Hey, committing suicide is still a bit decisive."

The black dragon landed in the dense forest and quickly transformed into a lady with black hair and black eyes, a graceful figure and a long skirt. She crossed her arms and looked at the body as huge as a hill in front of her.

Shaking his head and saying:

"I hate corpses, but my shameless brother seems to like playing with them. He might be able to sew another monster out of the poor baby dragon's corpse.

Um?

Where is the soul of this bronze dragon? My father took matters into his own hands. There should be a soul corrupted by the void in this corpse! The body was still mutilated.

The horns were missing, some scales, a few claws and tendons were missing, and there were smooth cuts on the neck, someone else had been here before me! "

The black dragon lady took a few steps forward. It explored the surroundings and found no valuable remnants.

But when it stretched out its hand and released a dragon language magic, it immediately felt a residual energy that was colder than the cold air of the surrounding snow mountains.

"It's the power of death."

Ms. Black Dragon took a cautious step back, then narrowed her charming and beautiful eyes.

"Is it Hades? Or that annoying troll Loa? But Alterac is not their traditional sphere of influence, how could their servants appear here?

Um.

do not care.

Those are levels that I can't interfere with, so I'll leave them to my cruel father to deal with, but I guess it won't care too much. All it needs to go to war tonight is this corpse. "