Shadow Trails in Azeroth

Lady Aegwynn's friends arrived quickly.

When Blake and Garona left the side hall of the Tomb of Sargeras, they saw an arc of light in the direction of the beach. It was the light lit by the mage's teleportation spell.

Like a ball of lightning, it flashes away.

"Let's go, Meri. The winter wind is coming."

The pirate pushed up the blindfold on his left eye. He took a few steps forward and looked back. Garona, who was also wearing a long hood, was standing there.

The Orc Assassin looked back at the towering and huge ancient temple behind him. After Gul'dan's death, there was no more ignited evil fire lingering on the temple.

It's like the lights are out.

This ancient temple no longer had the ignited magnificence of evil energy before, as if it had returned to the desolate posture of a ruin that had been abandoned for ten thousand years.

"What are you looking at?"

Blake asked.

Garona shook her head, raised her fluttering cloak, and wrapped her body. She pulled her hood down again to cover her eyes.

explain:

"You said before that we rushed into this world recklessly without knowing anything about Azeroth.

After experiencing what happened tonight, I begin to understand what you mean.

What kind of things exist deep in this tomb of gods?

How many secrets like this are there in this world? "

"A lot, definitely more than you think."

Blake also seemed to be inspired. He glanced back at the dead tomb of the gods behind him, and then reached out to touch the head of Gul'dan hanging on the chain on his chest.

explain:

"Gul'dan actually came to the right place. There really is a path to becoming a god hidden here. It's a pity that he played all the cards in his hand at the wrong time.

If he stays dormant patiently and carefully hides his desire for betrayal.

If he had come here at another time, he would actually have a high chance of success. "

"I feel like there's something in your words."

The legendary assassin glanced in Blake's direction and she said:

"What you are going to do now is no different from what Gul'dan did before tonight. He lost, lost everything. Do you think you can win?"

"It would be too arrogant for me to tell you that the success rate is 100%."

The pirate blinked his one eye, and like Garona, he pulled his hood up to cover his eyes, and then strode onto the road to leave.

He waved his hands without looking back and said:

"So, to be modest, I would say, more than 90 percent."

——

"I hardly need to use these rotten eyes to see, I can sense that you used at least three wrong runes in this magic, even if my understanding of these warlock magic patterns is only a beginner's level.

I'm curious.

Do you warlocks use evil energy so roughly?

How do you reconcile the infestation of evil magic on your body? Your magic doesn't seem to need to go through the coordination and resonance of the magic network. It's really magical.

No wonder no pesky blue dragons showed up to punish you when you entered this world to spread war.

Well, I already understand how this magic is released.

Change it to another one.

Show me a more obscure and advanced one. "

When Blake returned to the coast, he saw his new subordinate Tiga Evil Eye being asked crazy questions by a guy dressed very strangely.

Warlocks are a bunch of misers who don't like sharing their knowledge with others.

So does the evil eye.

He hates others prying into his evil knowledge. If he can, he will pick up his bone staff, beat up the inquiring bastard next to him, and then take out his soul and keep it for collection.

The problem is, he can't do it.

The old bastard next to him who was asking a lot of fucking questions and whose hair was about to fall out was a legendary mage.

There is almost no obvious mana fluctuation on him.

But looking back at the beach ten meters away, there were more than fifty orc warriors from the Black-Toothed Grinning Clan, imprisoned in arcane cages shining with purple arc light.

That was the scene that this legendary mage created in less than 5 seconds after walking out of the portal.

At this time, more orc warriors gathered around the beach. Under the leadership of Red Blackhand, they surrounded the place.

But no soldier dared to charge forward.

They finally understood.

The old bastard in front of him, who was old and unspectacular, was the kind of ruthless character who could tear everyone present into pieces with just a random spell.

"What are you all doing here?"

Black stepped into the orc position. The orc warriors around him were very dissatisfied and made way for him. The pirates were also very rude and held their swords at their opponents. Red Blackhand, who was looking at him eagerly, shouted:

"Why don't you prepare for sailing soon?"

Reid did not retreat.

He won't retreat.

Not because he planned to break the contract with Black, but mainly because his younger brother, the seriously injured Maimu Blackhand, was now at the feet of that old bastard.

He was being treated by an orc warlock, and Red was worried that this abnormal human mage would kill his brother.

"Get back!"

Seeing Red's lack of response, Blake's tone immediately became colder.

He snapped his fingers and made a piercing motion. The little fishman Benbolba next to Evil Eye immediately picked up his dagger and stabbed Maimu's arm with a cry.

This action aroused Red's anger for a moment, and the other orcs surrounding him roared and grabbed their weapons, wanting to follow the chief and charge forward for a fight to the death.

"bass"

Amidst the sound of the blade being unsheathed, a pure black two-handed sword was inserted in front of Reid's eyes. It had a simple appearance and was not fancy at all. There was no cold light shining on the blade. It was like a frosted texture that revealed a heavy texture.

As soon as it appeared, some orcs exclaimed the name of the legendary blade Sankesu.

Garona went into stealth in full view of everyone. The old human mage did not move at all. He seemed not to notice the conflict at all, and was completely immersed in the "magic exchange" with the orc warlock.

But on the other side of the beach, more than fifty suspended orcs imprisoned in arcane cages represent his powerful deterrence.

Blake took a step forward, and the floating shadows gathered around him into a floating shadow suit. He stretched out his left hand and held it on the handle of the flaming blade Sankesu.

The eyes with blindfolds seemed to scan around, and he reached out and pulled away his face covering.

The face that was recovering but still ferocious from burns was revealed.

He shouted sharply:

"Greenskins, I, Black Shaw! The orc killer who makes you fearful and spread word of mouth! I am the assassin who killed your legendary sword master Dahl. Triple Blood Blade and caused the Burning Blade Clan to fall apart!

I have killed Gul'dan tonight and seriously injured Cho'gall!

What none of your clan has done, I did it alone!

Now I have two legends on my side, plus me as the orc killer.

There are only more than 300 of you, and more than 50 people will die at any time! I know you all like to shout ‘win or die’, but look at your situation clearly!

One more step forward and there’s no need to talk!

Maimu Blackhand will be the first victim, but he will definitely not be the only one! "

Blake grabbed the legendary blade stuck in the ground and held it in his hands with both hands together. He looked at the black-toothed grinning orcs in front of him, and finally focused on Red.

The two people's eyes met for a moment, and the pirate said in a deep voice:

"You have no chance of winning!

But now, we face an opponent more dangerous than Gul'dan. They hate all living things and can appear at any time. We need to put aside our hatred for a while and join forces.

Red Blackhand, you have suffered heavy losses tonight. As the chief, you should think about the rest of your tribe and your brother.

Get back and prepare to sail away.

I only say it once! "

Red looked at Black, the anger in his eyes dissipated a little, and he nodded inaudibly, and with a little unwillingness, shouted something behind him in orc language.

Most of the orcs in the Black-Toothed Grinning Clan are young people who are unwanted by other clans. Of course, they are unwilling to show their weakness in front of humans.

But Reid still has some authority.

And Maimu is indeed in the hands of this cunning and despicable human assassin.

So after a few minutes, this group of orcs reluctantly put away their weapons, and under the leadership of Red, headed to the coast, where the boat they came from was there.

Seeing the orcs retreat, Black breathed a sigh of relief. He put the legendary blade on his shoulders, walked a few steps towards the old mage, and said in a gentle tone:

"Hello, Lord Merry, Ms. Aegwynn should have told you about my cooperation with her. Without further ado, start attaching a soul enchantment to me now."

The old mage in front of him made no move.

Instead, he raised his head and looked carefully at the pirate in front of him. Blake was growing and recovering, but the burns on his face were scary enough.

But the old mage's face was even more terrifying.

It was completely bluish-white, covered with wrinkles and some weird spots, especially his pale eyes and his lusterless hair that was almost gone.

This is exactly the face of a dead person.

"Little Aegwynn said that you are a very magical young man."

Merry Dongfeng used his withered hands to support his staff, which was as dirty as a pine stick. He stared at Blake with a look that would never make anyone feel comfortable.

He said:

"But I don't see what's magical about you. So, say a few words to shock this old man who is impatient with life."

"How embarrassing."

Blake smiled, waved his hands, and said modestly:

"You are a legendary figure. Ms. Aegwynn's praise makes me feel ashamed. I don't know many secrets as she said.

For example, I didn't know that you had lived in this undead body for three thousand years and that you died in the war between Emperor Thoradin and the forest troll Amani Empire.

You are one of the first human mages to learn magic from the high elves, and you are also the most talented among them. That is why you were resurrected by the high elves with slightly evil magic after you died in battle.

You should be no ordinary undead.

You are a demilich who has not yet completed the Lich Transformation Rite.

and"

Blake sniffed pretendingly, looked at Merry Dongfeng, and said:

"You also have a demon and a nathrezim sealed in your body. With so many stories gathered in just one person, you are truly a human legend.

Antonidas and his six-member council of mages, who are highly praised by the outside world, are not worthy of carrying your shoes.

Oh, no.

Archmage Krasus should be able to chat and laugh with you.

After all, it is a red dragon prince who has been hiding in the city of Dalaran for nearly a hundred years. But I guess even that red dragon doesn't know about your existence, right? "

"Well"

Meili Dongfeng blinked his dead eyes and said with a strange smile:

"You scare me a little, magical young man. Are you a prophet?"

"No, I am not."

Blake glanced at the dim sea. It was already early in the morning and there was deathly silence. He said:

"We are not supposed to know the future. The unknown brings fear, but it can also bring confidence. I am just a newbie who has encountered a terrible opponent and is in urgent need of help.

Don't waste any more time.

Master, cast a spell for me.

Death is chasing us, and it's time for us to set sail. "