Shadow Trails in Azeroth

"It's such an unexpected surprise, good things have happened a lot recently."

On the top floor of the Night Fortress, Grand Magister Elisande looked with surprise as she reached out to touch the scepter of Sargeras that was handed to her by the great astrologer.

This dark purple staff decorated with nathrezim-like bat wings is full of a decadent beauty, especially when you look directly at the dark magic eyeball at the top of the staff, the shocking feeling The power moves everyone who sees it.

Even figures like Grand Magister Elisande were shocked by this divine weapon.

She held it.

With a kind of respect for power, suspend it in the air and observe every corner and every detail of it.

"It is extremely powerful, and its destructive power to space is far beyond my imagination. If we can use it properly, all locations in the world will be open to us.

Even landscapes from other worlds! "

The great astrologer Etaeus also looked at the purple staff in front of him with expectant and obsessed eyes. He said:

"I just saw that stupid orc use it to open a door to the outside world, connecting to another world. But he doesn't know how to use such a weapon at all.

He's too rough.

However, this also proves the danger of this staff. It is a double-edged sword for penetrating and controlling space.

We cannot use it at will unless it is dangerous or necessary.

Just like our attitude towards the Eye of Aman'Thul. "

"Yes, that's a fair comment."

The Grand Mage nodded.

She reached out and touched the dark gem at the top of Sargeras' scepter. After a few seconds of contemplation, she handed the staff back to the great astrologer and said:

"The demon hunters sent news back from the city of Elre'Thalas. They have broken through the four lines of defense of the Sindra elves, eliminated all the demons in the fallen city, and liberated poor Sindra from the tyranny. The elves of Dera.

Only the last gate remains, and only the last dangerous thing remains.

But the crazy Prince Tortheldrin extracted the magic power from the powerful demon and built a thick magic barrier outside his palace, blocking the invasion and elimination of the demon hunters.

I thought that we would not see the ten thousand-year city of Elre'Thalas return to the hands of us, the orthodox successors of the Elven Empire, in a short period of time, but the emergence of this staff represents an opportunity.

It's up to you to take this staff and go to Elre'Thalas yourself.

While testing its power and how to use it, you, on my behalf, will personally give our old friend who has fallen into madness a decent ending.

He is a glorious magical prince who deserves to be treated with such dignity. "

"Well, I'll leave tomorrow."

The great astrologer did not refuse this task.

At the same time, there are also some "itchy hands".

Unlike Elisande who saw the destructive power of Sargeras' scepter, he, who is probably the most powerful astrologer in all of Azeroth, saw the endless potential of this scepter.

He can use the stars to locate different worlds.

But once, he couldn't find a way to get to those worlds.

Now, with the Scepter of Sargeras in hand, the borders of Azeroth can no longer restrain him. As long as a great astrologer is willing, he can travel through countless worlds, see countless scenery, and seek endless knowledge.

Of course, all this will have to happen after Sh'dorei's civilization has completed its rise, and after he has performed his final duties for the people, he will get the freedom that a spellcaster deserves.

"In addition to this scepter, there is another thing we brought back that deserves attention."

Aetaeus put away his scepter and said to Elisande:

"That orc undead!

He used strange methods to send his soul into a body that did not belong to him. I asked the timid orc warlock who was captured by us on the way.

He told me that this guy named "Talon Gor" or "Talon Blood Demon" is one of the few people among the orcs who has mastered the art of necromancy.

The knowledge in his mind will be very useful as you control the undead in Black Crow Keep. "

"Well!"

The Grand Mage's eyes, which were originally lacking in interest, suddenly lit up.

Suramar definitely has enough spellcasters, but she suffers from not having the same strong ground melee force to match them.

If we can really use this opportunity to recruit the undead army from Black Crow Castle, Suramar's military power will be doubled in an instant. It is even possible to fight a local war with the powerful Kaldorei night elves.

"Where is that undead orc?"

The Grand Magister asked.

Etraeus, who looked up at the starry sky, replied:

“He was imprisoned in the underground prison of Yuejun Manor.

Your political consultant is really smart. She can take the initiative to help you solve your problems. What's even more valuable is that she has the ability to solve problems.

This vision on the Broken Shore was also discovered by her family mage first.

Without her timely warning, we might have missed this artifact.

She deserves a credit. "

"Well, Lilith is indeed much better than all my previous political advisors, even better than her father. It's just that her family has taint."

The Grand Magister said as if joking:

"Her father gave all the good qualities to Lilith, leaving her sister Anaris Moonshire with all the shortcomings. That child is unknown to the pirates who previously plundered Suramar.

Although he is missing now, there is a high possibility that he has become a pirate. Because of this incident, the reputation of the Yuejun family in the city was ruined overnight.

Lilith is working so hard to serve Suramar, probably because she wants to wash away her family's shame.

I will hold a banquet in a few days, and I will personally wash away this shame for the Yuejun family. The results of Lilith Yuejun's work are worth all the energy I put into her.

Well, if all the managers in the city are as good and hard-working as her, why worry about Suramar not being able to be revived?

Let's lock the orc there first.

I will set off tomorrow morning to personally escort the four black dragons to Kaudala. I hope that our King of Magic can be more generous and respond to our expensive 'gift'. "

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At the entrance above the underground prison of Yuejun Manor, Lilith Yuejun, who had just returned home from the political affairs office of the Order Hall, was accompanied by several servants and came to see the captured prisoner.

This is not the first time Lilith has seen ugly orcs, but it is definitely the first time she has seen the undead orcs.

But there's nothing interesting about the Blood Demon.

He is miserable now. Most of his body was blown to pieces by the great astrologer's constellation magic. Fortunately, he died a long time ago, otherwise he would have to die again now.

"The Grand Magister just asked me to find a suitable body for this evil creature."

Lilith walked out of the prison, rubbing her forehead, and complained very upset to her new butler, Mr. Hilgreen, who had just been promoted two months ago:

"Other excessive demands are just that. This time, I was actually asked to secretly search for the recently deceased body. It should not be mutilated or smelly. It is best if it is a male, trained in martial arts, and of good appearance.

With so many requests, do you want me to go to Yongyue Market and kill one for her on the spot now? "

"This is actually not difficult, Mistress."

Butler Hilgreen patiently listened to Lilith's complaint. He coughed a few times, looked around, and lowered his voice and said:

"A captain of the city guard just 'accidentally' drowned in Delin. The poor man drank too much and ignored the boat ladies' persuasion, insisting on taking a boat to enjoy the night view, and accidentally fell into the sea.

He meets the requirements of a Grand Magister in every aspect. "

"Then send it over to that evil orc."

Lilith said with a look of disgust, then frowned and said:

"Is this the fifth city guard officer who has fallen into the water this month? Delin and his crew of boat girls are becoming more and more courageous. This is not good.

Let them calm down and they will be in trouble if they cause trouble. "

"Yeah, I think so too."

Mr. Hilgreen, the former intelligence dealer, nodded with deep understanding and said:

"Aruin sent back news before that their group of Uncrowded Assassins who have received 'professional training' from the outside world is about to return to the city. This kind of dark work should be left to professionals like them.

I also heard that they have done pretty great things in the human world. "

"Well, my sister's letter described this in detail. She said that she also got a very powerful ship, and her words were full of pride."

Miss Lilith covered her mouth and chuckled.

she says:

"It seems that Anares likes life in the outside world. That's good. She is not bound to this city after all, like our ancestors."

As she spoke, Lilith came to the guard post at the entrance to the underground prison. A table was filled with various weird items collected from the death knights.

Shrouds, antiseptics, their sinister and over-the-top weapons, and some magical items they carry with them.

Lilith searched repeatedly among these magic items, and finally found a grimoire locked in black chains, embellished with white skulls on the surface, and written in the orcish language.

She held the grimoire in her arms with great difficulty, and winked at Hilgreen. Mr. Butler understood immediately.

Miaomiao found the record of the body search when accepting prisoners, and modified it slightly. With a few strokes, Miaomiao made the large skull grimoire belonging to Gul'dan "missing".

This is normal.

With such a fierce confrontation in the previous fight, maybe this book has been torn into pieces by the terrible magic of the great astrologer.

After all, it's just a book.

"This is the future of my idiot sister."

Lilith Yuejun stroked the heavy grimoire in her hand and said something to the Hilgreen housekeeper next to her. The latter chuckled lightly and felt that the mistress's statement was very accurate.

Fifteen minutes later, on the island of Tol Barad, which is extremely far away from Suramar.

Blake, who was lying on the bed and sleeping soundly, suddenly reached out and grabbed a Microraptor that emerged from the smoke and wanted to bite his butt.

"Ha, stupid old Gani, the same method cannot work for a pirate a second time!"

In the darkness, Blake sat up and looked at the green miniature Microraptor struggling in his hands. He grinned and said:

"You succeeded in a sneak attack last time, so don't even think about it this time. Why are you here here if you don't sleep at this late hour?"

The incarnation of Microraptor didn't answer him.

Instead, the pirate glared at him in astonishment, and then turned into smoke with a bang and dissipated. After the smoke with a strange smell dissipated, there was a heavy book in the hands of the pirate in front of him. The Warlock's Grimoire.

It was tied up with chains, as if to restrain the evil power within from escaping.

There is also a very evil pale white skull dotted on the cover, and there are small golden characters under the cover, which are "calligraphy" written in the orc language.

These symbolic characters are written in a special way, and at first glance, they actually have a rough and weird aesthetic.

That line translates into one sentence:

"The price of all power is nothing but choice and betrayal."

"I don't know how serious it is."

Blake scratched his chin, savoring the words.

He seriously doubted that this sentence was Gul'dan's own summary of his life. Speaking of it, Goudan was actually a miserable man, but considering that Gul'dan was gone now, there was no way to ask him.

Then, with a sigh on his face, Blake untied the chains on the grimoire, turned to the first page, and began to read carefully the grimoire written by Gul'dan himself.

This is the first truly complete grimoire that Blake has found. Almost all the ones he found before were incomplete.

It contains all of Gul'dan's magic!

From the lowest level shadow arrows and corrosion spells, to the meticulous manipulation of magic power to form a fel sickle that harvests flesh and blood. From the weak imp summoning, to the unique destructive spell mixed with hellfire magic: Hand of Gul'dan.

He named the magic after himself.

It can be seen that Gul'dan is proud and fond of the spell he created.

"Your magic is truly evil and wonderful, my dear Gul'dan, and best of all, you have not taught it to any sorcerers, and your disciples are too stupid to understand its power."

Blake sat cross-legged on the boat, looking at the magic recorded in front of him in trance. He said in a faint tone:

"It will belong to me from now on. I will call it 'Black's Hand', and I will use it to win the admiration and respect of those stupid warlocks. Ah!"

The pirate, immersed in evil knowledge and unable to extricate himself, let out a scream.

He looked back and saw a bright red Microraptor biting his butt hard.

That little thing's rasp-like teeth were so sharp that it almost bled!

When Blake turned his head, the Microraptor grinned a malicious, evil-looking, mean smile, and disappeared into the smelly smoke with a bang.

"Ah! Damn it, old Garni, one day! I swear, one day I will fill your favorite garbage pile with treasures! You bastard!

Wait for my evil wrath! "