Shadow Trails in Azeroth

At the center of the Dark Cycle Ritual, Blake felt the full magic of the lost demon's transformation. His wings flapped, and with the help of Mephistros' deep understanding of shadow magic, he could easily create a shadow storm.

This guy is much better than Cassanatil, who has been imprisoned for more than two thousand years.

In the devil's incarnation form, it can provide Blake with several more psychic magic feedbacks than the Quiet One.

In addition to the "standard" putrid swarm, soul sleep, mental whipping, mind blast, hellfire summoning and bat swarm dispersion of the Dreadlords, the third lord also has a blood-sucking aura that can absorb the opponent when attacking. vitality.

As well as the two powerful shadow magics "Chaos Wave", "Dark Solitude" and "Shadow Creeping" that it has used before.

This is enough for Black to have a "skill tree" that is completely different from the regular warlock form after completing the demon transformation. Those ignorant enemies who think they can use the same method to deal with warlocks to deal with smelly pirates will definitely be shocked. .

However, just like the situation with Cassanatir before, the third lord who had just been restrained as the inner demon was very disobedient. It kept roaring and struggling in the pirate's heart.

The inner demon is so unbehaved and uncooperative that Blake's demonic incarnation is unstable and cannot be maintained for as long as before.

But it doesn't matter.

"Ha, this Nathrezim is much stronger than the weak Cassanatir. It will definitely be able to withstand all my 'new tricks', and I can try many, many new ideas on it.

Come, little master.

Leave it to me.

In half a month at most, I will give you a well-behaved and obedient ‘Shadow Demon King’! "

Miss Xalatas let out a weird laugh like a madman.

She is already gearing up to conduct a round of "Void Training". She is very professional in this area, so the pirates do not have to worry about the third lord's stubbornness.

He left the matter to Xal'atath, who volunteered, and gave her enough trust.

"Take it easy, don't make it a fool, I don't need a fool's inner demon."

Black gave an order, which immediately attracted a dissatisfied retort from Xalatas:

"Hey, we agreed before, you can't call them inner demons! Your inner demons can only be me, the lovely and loyal Void Essence!"

"Okay, okay, you are my favorite inner demon, okay?"

The stinky pirate comforted the dissatisfied Xal'atath like a naughty child, and said:

"Go to work, don't expose yourself because of this. The affairs of the black dragons are also very important."

"Don't worry, I'm very capable at work."

Miss Void Essence replied, and then went to play with Mephistroth with a weird laugh as it roared.

Blake didn't want to see the terrible scene that would follow, so he closed the mental cage and let them mess around. This is a "civil war" between evil and evil. What does it have to do with him, an honest and smelly pirate?

Seeing Blake dissipate the demon incarnation easily and comfortably, and return to his human form, a group of embarrassed warlocks and warlock apprentices around him leaned over and saluted him.

This is respect for strength.

The lustful light floating in the eyes of the warlocks was not hidden from Black.

The pursuit of all power is the nature of the warlocks. The pirate did not scold their ambitions for this. On the contrary, he also added fuel to the fire in front of these guys.

"Zalak, and Kanrisad, you and Evil Eye are the first batch of warlocks to follow me! I have seen your growth in this year. Although I usually scold you as incompetent waste, that is To urge you to make progress.”

Blake coughed twice and waved to the little fish man.

The latter reluctantly handed over a delicate crystal bottle from his luggage.

This is a good thing obtained from the looting of Dalaran. It is a bottle specially used to store important magic ingredients. It is a high-level magic item in itself.

Under the watchful eyes of all the warlocks, Black released the evil power named "Casanatir Loyal Betrayal" in his divine power bar.

Use the method used by trolls to make "magic spirits", and drop weak but very pure high-level evil power into the crystal bottle. After ten seconds, there will be half a bottle of slime-like slime in the bottle. Green magic.

Blake put the lid on, put the thing in front of his eyes and shook it.

He looked at Zarak and the thin boy who were looking forward to seeing him with longing faces, smiled, and threw the bottle to them with a wave of his hand.

explain:

"I remember your contributions to the fleet and the Black Scythe Hermitage. Your hard work and dedication should be generously praised. This is my reward for you. Take it and share it with the Evil Eye.

The quantity of this evil power is small, but it is extremely pure.

It is said to be a gift from the dark titan Sargeras. Although it was turned by Cassanatir, it is still a dream for the warlocks in the material world.

It will open up new branches in your career. "

After saying that, the stinky pirate waved his hand and said to a group of warlocks:

"Now, go down, continue to work, continue to serve the school. I am a generous person, and your dedication will eventually be rewarded."

The troll Zarak, who was holding the bottle of divine power with a secretive expression on his face, ignored the presence of so many people and knelt down on the spot in a very undignified manner, flattering loudly. He looked like he wanted to hold the captain's shoes and lick them.

Everyone else looked at him with side eyes.

Why is this troll acting like this!

It really has no style at all, disgusting.

But to be honest, if just licking shoes could get such a compliment, none of the warlocks present would hesitate.

Unfortunately, gaining power is never that simple.

After driving away a group of warlocks, Black breathed a sigh of relief. He got dressed, looked at the three legendary mages who had gathered, and then looked at a handful of weird skull-making tools held in the hands of Dean Lanyue. dagger.

That was the trophy left behind after Mephistros was "erased" from the material world.

It is very, very evil, like a spine that has been forcibly extracted from the body of some kind of creature, and is made of melted magic steel and demon gems.

When Dean Lanyue held it in his hand, the dagger made from the spine was still exuding evil and burning magic.

"That's my spine! Give it back!"

Before Black could finish speaking, the Eredar "Old Man" Sachiel's Skull floating beside him moved his upper and lower jaws and roared towards Dean Blue Moon:

"You ignorant bugs are trying to eat away at my power! I will severely retaliate against you trespassers! I will drive you into the abyss of endless pain!"

"It's great. Another evil weapon with its own consciousness and can talk. I know that the disciples who follow me will always gain a lot of experience, and they will always see these strange things that are surprising and tiring."

Dean Lanyue looked at the skull roaring at her with a dull expression, and then glanced at the Holy Staff of Alunes in her hand. The ancient element felt her gaze and immediately screamed:

"What do you mean by your disgusted look! You ignorant old woman! The noble me is different from that miserable head. I have not been torn into pieces by anyone!

I'm much better than that. "

"Who are you calling weak? You pathetic, weak element trapped in a cage."

The Skull of Thal'kiel heard Aluneth's sarcasm and immediately shouted back not to be outdone. It cursed:

"When I still had my body, I never needed help from anyone to escape from your delicate but fragile prison. I was a top magic master!

And you are just an ignorant element being taken advantage of.

You growl like a dog, begging your master to give you a bone, for you cannot fight without someone to hold you.

whispering sound.

Your existence is the perfect definition of the word sad.

You monster only looks scary, but the spell that gives you consciousness can only barely hold you together in the material world. Just a small shadow impact can interrupt the ritual that supports you, and you will collapse on your own. "

Not only was it taunting Aluneth, but it also casually mentioned Aluneth's greatest weakness. As a result, this sentence seemed to frighten the noisy arcane element.

The other party fell silent.

This silence immediately attracted the curiosity of Dean Lan Yue. She pushed up her crystal glasses and glanced at the sacred staff of the protector in her hand that was occasionally disobedient.

He asked with great interest:

"Dear Mr. Skull, can you tell me in detail about the small weakness of my weapon? I am very interested in it."

"No!"

The ancient elements screamed:

"Don't tell her!

You stupid devil, if you tell me, we will die together! Don't think I don't know, your skull and your spine are a set of magic tools!

Your head may be protected by magic and indestructible, but your spine can be re-melted by some kind of elemental magic. Haha, if you dare to talk nonsense, we will die together! "

At this time, the old man Saqir, who was originally confident in winning the weapons dispute, also fell silent.

Obviously, the cunning Aluneth also seized on its weakness.

"Stop arguing, my head hurts from the concussion of your magic power."

Black sat on the altar of the ceremony. He first scolded the two "unbehaved" weapons, and then took the magic spine of Sakir from the hands of Dean Blue Moon.

Put it in front of your eyes and turn it over.

This spine, like Thakir's skull, is covered with traces of exquisite and evil dark magic. While admiring this evil spine dagger, Blake said with great interest:

"I know that you are a product of 'phrenology', Lord Thaqir.

Can you tell me how Archimonde made your skull into such an evil and powerful magic weapon while maintaining your consciousness? "

"Not interested in!"

Thakir refused:

"Are you a madman? Do you feel pleasure because of the suffering I suffered? You pervert who deserves to go to hell! I have done what I promised, poor Mephistros was 'eaten' by you.

Now it’s time for you to fulfill your promise too!

Give me the Mark of Enlightenment, and I will use it to break the seal placed on me by Archimonde, allowing me to recall those cruel and powerful dark magics.

I want to go back for revenge!

I'm going to strangle that poor bastard to death with my own hands. Well, I don't have any hands. Maybe I should find someone with stronger arms to help. "

"What is phrenology?"

Prince Faroldis, who was listening to the conversation between Black and Thakir, asked with interest:

"Sounds like a very evil doctrine?"

"Well, yes, it's barbaric and evil, but it's also very useful."

Black raised the Skull of Gul'dan in his hand and explained to Prince Faroldis:

"Phrenology is the study of skulls and the use of them to infer intellectual qualifications. It was popular around the Second Colonial Period of the world of Argus.

Advocates of this theory believe that the intellectual attributes of living beings, such as will, memory and perception, correspond to the various sizes and peculiar shapes of the living being's skull.

According to this dark theory, if a living being's skull structure is suitable for spellcasting, then even after the death of the individual, its skull will still be suitable for channeling magical energy, and thus can be crafted into magical artifacts according to the arcane techniques of phrenology.

The more powerful an individual's spellcasting ability is in front of him, the more powerful the magic weapon made from his skull.

However, because the method of phrenology was too barbaric for daily use, this theory was abandoned by the Eredar spellcasters at the end of the Second Colonial Period.

In the era when it was popular, the most famous phrenologist was our Uncle Thal'kiel, and of course his 'loyal' apprentice Archimonde.

Our ‘old man’ is an enthusiastic supporter of phrenology.

He became famous for making the skull artifact of the ancestor of the eredar wizards with his own hands, and was highly respected for it.

His disciple Archimonde paid tribute to him in the same 'hardcore' way, cutting off his head with his own hands and making his skull into a magic weapon.

This is the skull we see now. "

The stinky pirate grinned, caressed the Skull of Gul'dan in his hand, and said:

"From the perspective of eredar phrenology, our great warlock Gul'dan's skull originally had the potential to become a top-level magic weapon. Unfortunately, it was damaged once, and the current form is the limit of what it can achieve. .”

Having said this, Blake sighed regretfully and said:

"I thought that Gul'dan's generous legacy would be with me until the end. But now I suddenly realize that it is outdated."

He patted Gul'dan's head and said:

"Times have changed, Goudan. I will still take you with me, but from now on you will only exist as a decoration. There is no need to feel sad about this parting.

Because I have found a more suitable spellcasting skull.

Although it is noisy.

But it is much more powerful than you. "

He looked at Old Man Sachiel, who noticed Black's shining eyes, felt a chill, and immediately shouted:

"Do you think you are the first creature from a world destined to be destroyed to come to me for help?

No!

You and your world will be destroyed by the power of the Burning Legion, and I will continue to be enslaved by these bastards forever!

So, you'd better save your energy and jump into the fire pit yourself!

I won't serve you! "

"Your will to resist is worthy of admiration, Mr. Sakir. But it's a pity that some things are not yours to say."

Black stood up, took out the silent Ulthalus Deadwind Reaper from his bag, and pressed Thal'kiel's spine onto the low-profile warlock's scythe with a snap.

At the moment when two evil artifacts also from the Legion came into contact, the ancestor of the Dreadlord Ursalus, who was trapped in the war scythe, suddenly let out a wild laugh.

It feels the power of the same source.

It began to feed greedily.

It began to devour amid the screams of the unruly Thal'kiel.

"I will break you first and then tame you."

Black, who was holding a war scythe, said to Thal'kiel who was screaming:

"If I find out in the end that I don't have this ability, I will destroy you without hesitation!

I will not let you serve anyone else. The damage you can do to my future if you fall into the hands of the devil makes me rather crush you into crumbs than allow you to return to the Twisting Nether! "

"No! Low-class people! I will never do it!"

Thal'kiel howled and was about to throw his signature Shadow Blast at Black, but was interrupted by the cunning Staff of Aluneth throwing an Arcane Blast.

It wished that this nasty old demon was killed by Black here.

"That's enough! That's enough, stop! I will serve you, just temporarily."

Thal'kiel shouted:

"Give me back my spine, damn it! Also, can you take the time to summon a body for me?"