Shadow Trails in Azeroth

Sephiel, the young bronze dragon, is very lucky.

But it was also very unlucky.

After it discovered that Prince Derek Proudmoore had escaped his fate, it immediately began to track the "time remnants". Using its magical ability to go back in time, it quickly discovered the traces left by Drake.

Then he followed the sea area of ​​Khaz Modan and chased him all the way to the wetland.

Things are going well so far.

The speed of movement of the giant dragon is unparalleled by that of ordinary people. It stands to reason that with Sephiel chasing him, the resurrected prince will soon be sent back to the fate he deserves.

But Seifer, immersed in the great mission of maintaining the world line, overlooked one thing.

The wetland of the Dark Portal for six years is a forbidden area that must not be approached by other four-color dragons except the black dragon!

Because the evil artifact, the Dragon Soul, is here.

The story about the artifact used to attack the dragons is very long and long, involving the civil strife and decline of the five-color dragon army. It is a sad thing for all the dragons.

After the orcs broke into the world of Azeroth through the Dark Portal, the artifact that was supposed to be kept in the Redridge Mountains in the southern border of the continent was obtained by the orcs of the Dragonmaw clan.

These brutal orcs used their numerical superiority to kill the guardian of the artifact, and a noble red dragon died as a result.

But this is only the beginning of disaster.

The Red Dragon Queen who rushed to check, one of the most powerful and noble creatures in the entire Azeroth, was unprepared and controlled by the Dragonmaw Chief Zuluhid holding the Dragon Soul.

The orcs of this clan were good at taming flying dragons in their home world of Draenor. After obtaining the dragon soul, they started evil beast taming activities in Azeroth.

They relied on that artifact to enslave the red dragon and create dragoons. The tragedy of Prince Derek Proudmoore and the Third Fleet also stemmed from this.

Now, the Dragonmaw clan is stationed in the cursed city of Grim Batol in the wetlands.

The orc chief Zuluhid, who holds the Dragon Soul, can clearly sense every dragon entering the wetland and enslave them. In the two years since the orcs found the Dragon Soul, many dragons have met with misfortune. .

Sephiel was not unaware of this.

But the time remnants it was searching for were right in front of it, and it couldn't just give up. Unfortunately, this young dragon, born just over a hundred years ago, seriously underestimated the power of the dragon soul.

The moment it stepped onto the wetland, it was targeted by the dragon cavalry of the Dragonmaw Clan.

"Stop chasing me!"

The depressed baby dragon now flapped its wings and flew across the night sky quickly. To use a not-so-elegant description, it almost had to use all its energy to get away from the pursuit of the two red dragons behind it.

These red dragons controlled by the orcs obviously still have a sense of resistance.

If they were asked to kill humans, they might grit their teeth and do it, but if they were asked to pursue their own compatriots, they would obviously be ineffective at their job.

Otherwise, with the flying speed of these two adult red dragons, Sephiel might not even be able to fly out of the edge of the wetland.

The Bronze Dragon Legion has always lived in seclusion, and is as withdrawn as the Blue Dragon Legion. However, they have a good relationship with the Red Dragon Legion. The good relationship established by their ancestors has also allowed Sephiel to escape the disaster now.

It has to get out of here as quickly as possible.

Bronze dragons that can travel in different timelines at will are impossible to kill. They are rare "time creatures", even if you kill them now.

The past and the future still exist.

For Seifer, there is no concept of "death".

It should be fearless.

But there are many things in this world that are more terrifying than death. If it is unfortunate enough to be enslaved by the dragon soul, then this beautiful little dragon will probably suffer a fate more terrifying than death.

Zuluhid was obviously interested in the mysterious bronze dragons and their ability to manipulate time, and more red dragons were sent from Grim Batol to surround Sephiel in all directions.

"Lord of Time keep me safe!"

As the young dragon flew, he prayed in his heart:

"After this shit is over, I swear I will never come to this ghost place like the wetland again!"

While it was thinking this, it flapped its wings as hard as it could and flew over the mountains of Dunmod, heading towards the Arathi Highlands at such a fast pace that it couldn't even spare the energy to sense its surroundings.

It doesn't dare to stop.

It has endless time to play with that "time residue", so now, life is at stake.

Run, little girl!

Run quickly!

——

Blake, who was lying on the hilly high ground, held his breath. He saw the young dragon flying out of the sky, being chased by two equally huge shadows.

The young dragon looked very embarrassed and could only try to flap its wings to escape.

But Blake felt very uneasy.

"At this time, the Dragonmaw Orcs are still using the evil artifact Dragon Soul to imprison the Red Dragon Queen in Grim Batol in the wetlands. That artifact has fatal suppression on other dragons except the black dragon.

Except for the red dragon who wants to save his queen, it is impossible for other dragons to go to the wetland to die. "

Blake held the shivering little fish-man in his arms, his thoughts changing rapidly.

He thought:

"Either the young dragon has lost his mind and gone crazy.

Or, it took the risk and came to the wetland in search of something important. Let me think about it, there is no treasure in the wetland that the dragon is thirsty for.

Then it must be looking for something else."

A few seconds later, a terrible suspicion suddenly jumped into Blake's mind, making his eyes tighten and his fists clenched.

"Damn it! That's a nosy bronze dragon! What it's looking for should be Prince Drake Proudmoore, who should have been buried at the bottom of the sea, but escaped death.

That’s me!

That dragon came for me, and the orc dragoons accidentally saved my life. "

Blake flexed his fingers.

He looked at the bulging peaks in the middle of the wetland. There was the cursed city of Grim Batol, the hometown of the Wildhammer dwarves three hundred years ago. It was cursed by Modgud, the Witch-Queen of the Dark Iron dwarves, during the War of the Three Hammers. .

The vicious Witch Queen died there, and the War of the Three Hammers ended with the victory of the Bronzebeard and Wildhammer clans.

But as the price of victory, the Wildhammer dwarves lost their ancestral land forever.

The Sky Children of the dwarves had to take their beloved griffons and migrate to the Wildhammer Highlands and the Hinterlands in the north to find new homes.

"It will be four years since the Dragon Soul was destroyed. If I keep hiding in the wetland, I can survive for at least four years. With the Dragon Soul around, the bronze dragon won't dare come here to trouble me."

Blake thought:

"Or maybe, I should join the Dragonmaw clan directly and find a way to take away the dragon soul and prevent it from being destroyed, so that I won't be afraid of the bronze dragon.

However, the difficulty of snatching the Dragon Soul from Deathwing and the magical Ronin four years later is no easier than facing the Bronze Dragon.

and"

Blake glanced at his character card. The surname "Proudmoore" was clearly visible, and he let out a long sigh.

Although he is not Prince Drake.

But since you are using someone else’s body, you have to be a little more careful.

If he takes Proudmoore's surname and joins the Dragonmaw clan, let alone whether the orcs will accept him, if Admiral Daelin hears the news, he will probably be so angry that he will bring all the soldiers in Kul Tiras with him. , rushed into the wetland.

Even if the entire army is wiped out, he, the "treason of the family," must be killed in Grim Batol.

That's Dai Lin.

One of the most powerful warriors in Azeroth, a fierce man who kills orcs as easily as he kills chickens.

"So, change of plans!"

After thinking about this hill for nearly half an hour, Blake finally straightened out his thoughts. He picked up the little fish man and changed direction without wasting time here.

No longer heading towards the Arathi Highlands, but walking to the northwest of the wetlands.

"The bronze dragon has gone to the Arathi Highlands, and the Sardo Bridge cannot be left. We risk walking from the reef coast, crossing the sea to the northwest, and going to the Hillsbrad Hills.

There are also many important strongholds of the human kingdom there, and they should be able to find powerful enough Holy Light Priests. Seeing as I brought back the lost holy artifact for them and killed so many orcs.

Asking them to purify the curse for me shouldn't be a big problem. "

Black Shaw jumped into the shadows, practicing his stealth skills, and touched the smooth head of the little fish man. He whispered:

"After the curse is purified, I will return to the wetland as quickly as possible. For the next four years, I will live here and be an orc killer wandering in the wetland.

Anyway, there are plenty of orcs here for me to kill.

When the thief class reaches level 40 or 50, I won't have to worry about it being just a baby dragon. Haha, the Bronze Dragon Legion is facing a lot of troubles now. "

Blake laughed loudly and said:

"As long as I don't cause a world-destroying major event and don't interfere with those important world-line figures, the busy Quicksand Scale and the missing King of Time will not come to me in a big way.

Perfect! "

Having made up his mind, Blake walked briskly towards the salt swamp in the northwest of the wetland. On the way, he accidentally picked up a small blood ring camp with only three orcs guarding it.

In the early hours of the morning, we finally returned to the swamp filled with mud and disgusting things.

He immediately saw a fishman village not far away.

This is the most remote place in the wetland, and the Blood Ring Orcs have not cleaned it up on a large scale. Therefore, there are many saltfoam fish people in the saltfoam swamp and they live freely.

"Shua"

Black took out Wirt's legs from his waist and placed the little fishman on the ground. He moved his shoulders, stared at the noisy fishman village in front of him, and quietly entered the stealth.

"Hello, fish people, surprise! Your old friend is back!"

——

The salt marsh between Ironbeard's Tomb and the Reef Coast is not large.

Blake spent more than a day traveling here, and on the way he upgraded his thief class to level 11. Since he didn't spend too much time searching for equipment, the equipment he wore did not change.

After stepping out of the swamp and onto the beach, in the dawn light, he saw the reef coast covered with a layer of white water vapor.

When the little fish man saw the sea, he croaked excitedly. He jumped out of Blake's arms, shook his body, and ran towards the sea water that was constantly washing the beach.

"wrlgmmglglgm!"

It ran, shouted, and jumped excitedly in the water, like dancing.

Blake sat on a stone on the beach, resting and feeling the morning breeze. The damn curse made him feel like a dead person, his food tasteless and his drink tasteless.

It was a bit novel at first.

But now, he has had enough of this gesture without touch, smell, or taste.

He glanced at the data on the character card and eagerly wanted to return to his normal human form.

Character Card: Derek Proudmoore (Black Shaw)

Information: Kul Tiran Human, 19 years old

Status: Mortal body. Shadow curse. Solidified life. Weak.

Class: Level 2 Warrior/Level 15 Navigator/Level 11 Rogue

Legendary class: none

Mythical class: none

Title: Prince of Kul Tiras

Equipment: Magic Pattern Bag, Wirt's Third Leg, Monkey's Murloc Dagger, Monkey's Murloc Dining Knife, Jungle Bracers

Talents: Children of the Sea, Shadow Affinity (Elementary), Shadow Walking, Proudmoore Bloodline (Seal of Hate)

Skill:

Kul Tiran Military Swordsmanship (Mastery)

Deadly Throw (Mastery)

Tidal Fist (Mastery)

Stealth (skilled)

Navigation (Mastery)

The health bar at the bottom of the character card was the same as before. It couldn't continue to rise when it was stuck at 70%, which made Blake feel unhappy again, and his desire to get rid of the curse became more and more urgent.

"Then, let's go."

Blake stood up and strode towards the reef coast in front of him. There were dangerous Nagas in this sea, he knew, but facing a Naga was better than facing a baby dragon.

"Go to the hills as quickly as possible and solve this mess quickly before that nasty baby dragon comes looking for you."

"Benbolba, stop playing in the water, follow me, don't run around, be careful Naga will catch you and eat you as a snack! You stupid, silly little fish man.

Alas, if I were as simple as you, I would have less troubles. "