Shadow Trails in Azeroth

"This dress is nice."

After reading the attributes of the "dividend" armor given by Little Star, Blake touched his chin and commented like this.

But it’s not just good?

This set of armor is just as described in its description. It is basically the highest quality that mortal artifacts can achieve.

War armor is not a weapon, especially such a complete set of war armor, which is even more difficult to make.

Just collecting materials is a huge problem.

However, Blake had reason to suspect that the reason why Little Xingxing was so generous in giving this suit to herself as a gift must be because she had gained enough benefits.

I no longer care much about the pros and cons of a suit of armor.

"Hey, you went to Ravenholdt Manor with her that day, little idiot. Come and secretly tell me how many good things she got from the Duke's treasure house?"

The smelly pirate looked at the little fishman who was still eating meat at his feet and asked in a low voice.

Benbol let out a croak, waved his oily claws, and made an exaggerated movement of "many, many, many".

There was another hint of envy in his big eyes.

Although it also received dividends, after all, it was Little Star that took away the big share.

Thinking of this, the little fishman suddenly remembered something.

It trembled, hurriedly took out a wooden box from its luggage, and handed it to Blake with both hands. The fish had a flattering expression on its face, as if it were offering a treasure.

"What's this?"

Blake took the box in surprise.

When he opened it, he found a box full of raw embryos of Ravenholdt's Seal. Each one was in the same style as the sapphire Assassin's Master Seal he carried on his left hand.

But it has not been embellished with gems, nor has it been imbued with magic.

The pirate's breathing became heavier at this moment. The box in front of him was the most valuable treasure after the Ravenholdt Manor was robbed!

He stretched out his hand and touched an original seal embryo, and the attribute entry was right in front of him:

Name: Unfinished Seal of Rajovender

Quality: Epic [The final quality is determined by the craftsmanship of gem inlaying and imbuing. The highest level is Excellence·Legendary, and the lowest level is Excellence·Epic]

Properties: Unfinished, no properties

Item effects: waiting to be filled

Item Description:

The technique of how to make the Master Assassin's Seal has been secretly passed down in the Ravenholdt family for thousands of years. Since the year it was founded, the Assassin's League has had an absolutely confidential production line at the magic craftsmen in Quel'Thalas.

The production of each seal requires complicated processes and is specially designed according to the different power preferences of each master assassin.

Such sigils are time-consuming and labor-intensive to make, making them gifts that can only be given to important individuals who have made outstanding contributions to Ravenholdt's cause.

This is not only a symbol of strength, but also a proof of identity in the dark world.

Please find jewelers, enchanters, and inscribers who are skilled enough to complete these masterpieces, and please do not dishonor this ancient heritage with inferior craftsmanship.

"There are more than twenty original seal embryos here. If I sell them all, it will be enough to buy me several capital ships!"

Blake pursed his lips and carefully put the box of seals into his luggage.

The magic eyeball on his shoulder turned down and glared at the little fishman who tilted his head and whistled. Black said in a low tone:

"If it hadn't happened today, when were you going to give them to me? You, a hypocritical guy, can't protect such a thing. If it is taken away, I will lose a real treasure.

I see your skin is really itchy again, you little idiot! Are you planning to hide the loot again? "

"Quack gua gua"

Benbolba hurriedly waved his claws and explained.

This time it really wasn't that it deliberately caused trouble. The situation in Dalaran was too scary before, and there was another exciting naval battle. After that, it was busy for a while, so it forgot about this matter.

There's no way, the fish-man's brain is as big as a fist, and it's not as smart as Black.

"Forget it this time."

Blake shook his head, and quickly put on the bone sickle armor in this deserted valley, and fastened the gray neck guard that covered the lower half of his face to his neck and chin.

Coupled with the red eye patches on the eyes, the pirate's cheeks were completely covered.

The best thing is that it does not prevent Blake from wearing the Pirate King's pirate hat, so in addition to the bone sickle armor, the pirate puts on the worn black pirate windbreaker and a skull hip flask at his waist.

Finally, put on the thick watcher's cloak over the suit.

The most peculiar thing about this set of armor is the shoulder armor. On the shoulder armor with excellent protection on both sides, there are six weapon slots reserved for fixing daggers and throwing knives.

This design is very clever.

It allows pirates to attack as quickly as possible when they need weapons.

However, because of the suit's combat boots, Hemet's hunting boots cannot be worn.

But those shoes are only useful when hunting and treasure hunting. Their crotch-stretching properties make it difficult for them to provide physical support to Blake in battle.

Blake glanced at the obviously extended health bar on the character card, then felt his strength increase, moved his shoulders and fingers, and put on the last part of the Bone Scythe armor, the black magic ring. On the right hand.

In this way, he wears three rings on his left hand and one on his right hand, which makes him look more like a nouveau riche.

"There are still six left to collect the 'Lord of the Rings' achievement."

Blake laughed.

He snapped his fingers at the little fish man and said:

"Stop eating, it's time to go. Let's go to the roadside to find some 'heroes' who can save the Red Dragon Queen. Well, it's not far from Stratholme. I feel like I already have the first candidate."

He whistled, summoning the loyal hippogryphs to come down.

The little murloc was determined not to take a "free ride" this time. It summoned its new flying dragon Shadwalk in this inaccessible place. It first fed the leftover bones to the ugly alien dragon, and then turned over and rode on it. Behind Shadwalk, follow Blake into the sky.

Although the pirates claim to find a few random people to be heroes, after all, they are going to take risks in a cursed city full of orcs, so they cannot just randomly recruit a few people on the street to make up the numbers.

At least you have to be able to protect yourself, right?

And to be honest, saving the Red Dragon Queen is not something that anyone can accomplish casually.

On the way to Stratholme, Blake called in his heart:

"My servant, are you there?"

"Xal'atath always awaits in your heart, my young master."

Miss Void Essence responded to Blake's call a few seconds later. She was about to make some dirty jokes to tease her innocent master when she heard Blake whisper to her:

"The red dragons are about to take action. They have contacted the Magic Legion and the Emerald Legion and are preparing to attack Grim Batol and rescue their queen.

You should tell your 'mother' this news.

It's time for you to move before the black dragons' enemies arrive. "

"How dare they?"

Upon hearing the news, Xal'atas asked in surprise:

"The Dragon Soul is now in the hands of Nekros Skullcrusher, a high-level warlock of the Dragonmaw clan. That cunning orc holds the thing with him even when he eats and sleeps.

I wanted to 'borrow' it for a look, but he refused.

With that thing around, any dragon approaching Grim Batol will be discovered in advance, and Zuluhid, the chief of the Dragonmaw Clan, is a guy who is very good at training dragons.

Under his training, many young red dragons have given up hope and completely obeyed the command of the orcs. The dragons alone cannot save their queen.

As much as they come, they will be given away. "

"Of course not just by the dragon, my stupid servant."

Black described Jorach Ravenholdt's tricks to Xal'atath in detail, and he concluded:

"Their plan is very simple. After Jolazi steals or destroys the dragon soul, the guardian dragons will appear together and wipe out all the miserable Dragonmaw orcs with thunder from the sky."

"Then little master, do you want me to stop that cunning old human man?"

Xal'atath let out a low and cold laugh, and she said:

"My black dragon companions and I are absolutely happy to do this for you. He is just a legendary human assassin. Under the wings of the black dragon, as many as they come, they will die!"

"No, I will do this myself. I am telling you this news just to let you black dragons prepare for the transfer in advance."

The smelly pirate breathed a sigh of relief and said:

"I know what Dragon Mother Sinestra is hiding in Grim Batol, and I even know what her plans and intentions are. Remember last time I told you that after helping me surrender Mephistros, I will Give you a reward?

Now is the time for me to reward you.

Follow the Dragon Mother and take those contaminated red dragon eggs and black dragon eggs to the world of Draenor, where you can find an unfettered new home for the Black Dragon Legion.

Of course, remember not to go to Gorgrond, where there is a terrifying King of Gorgrond sharpening his sword and preparing to taste the taste of black dragon meat.

And your reward is located in the ancient sacred mountain of Washhu in the Nagrand Grassland. Inside that place of faith of the orcs, you can find a God-given thing that will make you ecstatic.

That is my best compliment for your hard work and loyalty for me for a long time. "

Having said this, Blake stopped and looked at the outline of Stratholme City in the distance.

He said:

"This is also an opportunity for you. You can choose whether to leave me and exist alone to pursue your own 'freedom'. I will not have any complaints about your choice.

After all, we had a great time working together before.

It's easy to get together and relax.

But as I said before, if you choose to leave me and pursue your own life, then half of the void power you left with me will belong to me. "

"Oh, little master, why are you talking about this unpleasant thing again?"

Xalatath pretended to be dissatisfied and complained:

"I have emphasized many times, my little master, there is only one sun in my heart, and I am loyal to you. I will never leave you.

In your words, you can never get rid of me, a little goblin from the void."

"Don't talk so much, my servant."

Blake chuckled and said meaningfully:

"Let's wait until you see the 'reward' I give you in another world with your own eyes. I think there is at least a 60% chance that you will choose to leave me.

After all, opportunities for a Void Essence like you to reshape your body in the material world are very rare.

OK.

Having said that, go to your 'Mother' quickly and tell her the bad news so that she can prepare in advance.

At this stage, it is not a good time for Deathwing's outstanding and daunting 'biological research' to appear in the sun. "

After saying that, Black took the initiative to cut off contact with Xal'atas.

He grinned a weird smile behind the speeding hippogryph. The old man Tha'kiel floating beside him looked suspicious, and the noisy skull shouted in Ereda:

"Your smile reminds me of my outstanding disciple. When Archimonde cut off my head, his smile was exactly the same as yours.

You must be thinking about some shady things."

"Yes, but does this bother you? Old man."

Blake shot back.

Thal'kiel let out a weird laugh and said:

"No, I'm just happy to see that I won't be the only wretch to be torn apart by the evil ones, and your evil ways suit me, you stinky pirate.

I decided to open up a little knowledge to you.

Do you want to learn?

Just cause a little havoc to put me in a good mood and I'll give you this valuable knowledge for free. "

"No need at the moment, thank you."

Blake politely refused:

"Keep your old knowledge to yourself. You have seen with your own eyes that I, who can already rely on my own magic to enslave Nasrezim, do not need the experience of a loser.

Maybe saying this makes you a little uncomfortable, but...

Shut up!

Below is the territory of the Holy Light!

If you don’t want to be thrown into the holy fire, just fulfill your duties as a decoration! "

"Pathetic little bastard! You don't dare to use me at all."

Big Thal'kiel was angered by Black's pretentiousness, but it soon realized that Black was not joking, because it also noticed the holy light shining on the church in Stratholme.

It made a snort of disdain, and when the hippogryph landed, it reluctantly fell back onto Black's belt, gathering all its magic power and pretending that it was just an evil decoration.

"Very good. It seems that you have learned how to get along with each other. For an old man who is tens of thousands of years old, your ability to learn and adapt is really good."

The pirate commented like this.

A few minutes later, he directed the sky to land in the upper town of Stratholme, a low-key manor hidden in the streets.

At the edge of the martial arts arena, there was a young man wearing a linen gown silently waving a sword.

"Hello!"

Blake jumped onto the branch, took out the wine bottle from his waist, and shouted to the young man in front of him:

"Your Highness, have you been busy lately?

I heard that you abandoned the Holy Light. What a wise choice! There is no so-called hope, and naturally there will be no despair after hope is shattered. Therefore, you can stay away from that sad life path.

Come on, don't rush to scold me or complain. I came today with a "noble mission", and I want to invite you to join a mission that allows you to vent your anger freely. "

The pirate opened the bottle of wine and shouted to Alsace:

"Are you interested in following me, the 'Orc Killer', to kill a few orcs?"