Shadow Trails in Azeroth

Merry Winterwind left the cabin, and Black stayed there, stroking the magical skull of Gul'dan in his hand.

In the cabin swaying with the water, he glanced at his translucent character card. The last vacant class was very dazzling.

I hesitated for too long.

The decision must be made now.

"The old mage made it very clear, if you are determined to follow the path of a warlock."

The voice of the elusive legendary assassin suddenly sounded in the cabin behind him. Garona appeared from the shadows and sat on the barrel on the edge of the cabin.

She played with the Kingslayer dagger in her hand and said to Blake, who had his back turned to her:

"Then when I was chasing Gul'dan in the Tomb of the Gods, I saw something. That thing might be helpful to you. It was a handful."

"Wand!"

The pirate raised his head, interrupted the legendary assassin, and said softly:

"It's called the Scepter of Sargeras. It's the dark god worshiped by the demons of the Burning Legion. It's a shadow artifact left in Azeroth. I know it.

I also know what else is hidden in that tomb. As I told you before, I know better than Gul'dan what his so-called path to becoming a god is.

Forget it, Garona.

Buried in that tomb was nothing but despair.

As for the staff, now is not the time to ask for it. In the future, some guys who are wearing the shadow of death and claim to oppress all living beings will personally deliver the staff to me.

but not now."

Blake grinned.

He listened to the changes in the waves on the sea. After the activation of Proudmoore's bloodline, he became more sensitive to the changes in the currents in the depths of the sea.

He heard the waves hitting the hull, and felt the rudder parting the water. Red was steering the steering wheel, and the current was driving the ship in the direction Blake had set.

Everything is going smooth.

Under the surrounding sea water, there was no Hades power emerging. Habulon and Nagfar were definitely chasing him, but they were still some distance away from getting close to him.

He said to Garona:

"Keep an eye on Red and the orcs under his command for me. If they are dishonest, create a few 'accidents' for me and remind them that there is a legendary assassin on this ship who is watching them.

I won't let you do this for nothing, ma'am.

Let me hire you.

I will give you first priority in selecting all the trophies acquired along the way on this voyage. "

"I don't need those. I'm an assassin. It's enough to have my weapons with me."

Garona shook the dagger in her hand and held the Kingslayer at her fingertips in a very dangerous move. She said to Black:

"The old mage's approach is worth learning! I want you to owe me a favor, a big favor. The knowledge in your mind is much more important to me than wealth and treasures.

If I run into trouble in the future and need ‘advice’, you can’t refuse me. "

"Okay."

The pirate waved his hand and agreed generously.

The legendary assassin laughed, and his figure quietly disappeared into the shadows.

She is relaxed now.

Even though she was following Blake through unfamiliar waters, with a group of dangerous Hell Undead chasing her behind her, she still acted very relaxed.

Probably because the long-term hatred hunt is finally over, the restraints imposed on her by the Shadow Council have been lifted, and freedom has arrived, although she is a little confused about the future.

But this legendary assassin can't wait to enjoy his new life.

She has done many wrong things.

Even though he was driven by Gul'dan behind the scenes, it was an indisputable fact that his hands were stained with blood. Those heavy blood debts he had shouldered in the past would one day have to be repaid.

She knows this and is not afraid to face the moment of reckoning.

But before that, there was still a lot of hatred in her heart that had not been released.

Blake felt the flow of shadows behind him. On the sea, with the full +1 of Proudmoore's bloodline, his perception became very keen.

He lit a flare with fire and threw it out. After confirming that Garona had really left, he reached out and pushed the blindfold on his right eye. The left eye was full of meaning.

"She thought she was alone, poor Garona, she thought she had no worries. But she didn't know that she still had relatives alive.

A very powerful person, more powerful than her, but walking on the completely opposite path.

She didn't know.

The strong man has been looking for her.

You think, should I tell her the news? She also wants to take advantage of my favor, which is really mean-spirited. With just such a piece of news, I could trick her into working for me for free for several years.

I can also whet her appetite and ask her to help me kill those who are malicious to me, just like she did when she served Gul'dan, and she will never refuse.

But, she's a friend, so there's no need to do it in such a bad way. I will tell her when necessary. "

"You mean Vindicator Maraad?"

The voice of the young bronze dragon Sephiel, who had been silent for the past two days, sounded in Blake's ears. Miss Long asked:

"Also, are you sure you want the power of shadow?"

"I'm sure that things like the Skull of Gul'dan have already fallen into my hands. It would be a waste if not used wisely. As for the powerful Holy Light Walker Maraad."

The pirate placed the Skull of Gul'dan in front of his eyes and looked at the dark eye sockets of the skull, shining with dark green spots of light.

After looking at it for a long time, the light in the eyes seemed to become a whirlpool.

As Blake's mind was being engulfed and drawn into it, probably because he felt that he was about to be used, the dark magic that was as thick as liquid inside the skull also became active.

It was like a pulsating black silk wrapping, swallowing Blake's right hand into it.

He said:

"The Draenei have not yet entered Azeroth. In the words of your bronze dragons, the moment of destiny has not yet arrived. I have no intention of changing this.

Now is not the best time.

Garona's current mind is not as sophisticated as it was more than ten years ago. She has always been a lonely assassin, and she is also longing for friendship in the shadows.

I don't want to destroy this purity. After all, she helped me.

As for her relationship with Maraad, that was a trump card that could be used. Since it was in her hand, she had to play it out at the right time. "

The pirate shrugged and said something. The bronze baby dragon did not respond to this sentence. She said with a sense of exhaustion:

"I helped you once in my ghost form on the Broken Coast, which caused my soul to break away from the protection of the soul stone, and it was torn apart very tiredly and painfully.

I may need to sleep for a while.

You have been bathed in my dragon blood. As long as you don't cause big trouble, the bronze dragon will not be able to observe you. I will help you intervene in Gul'dan's death. Your and my fate have been bound together.

So, try to be as low-key as possible before I wake up. "

"call"

The voice of the bronze dragon subsided, and the cabin became quiet.

The pirate took a deep breath. In the cabin that was floating up and down and swaying left and right, he took off the glove on his right hand and placed his fingers on the Skull of Gul'dan.

Almost immediately, I felt the shadow magic floating in it.

It is like an active weapon, waiting for its user to activate it.

Closing his eyes, Blake felt the call from the dark magic. He responded to it, letting go of his vigilance and the shadows surrounding him, and allowed the magic of the shadows to flow from the skull of Gul'dan to his fingers.

But he rejected the more violent evil energy infection.

He didn't want to have anything to do with this violent force originating from the devil.

"Buzz"

The magic power is vibrating, and the dark magic flow seeps into the body bit by bit. Even though you close your eyes, you can still see the changes in the text on the character card:

Activate class engraving. Warlock shadow magic is infused. Warlock class is activated!

A line of words appeared at the top of the character card.

Under Blake's gaze, his empty third rank finally emerged:

Character Card: Derek Proudmoore (Black Shaw)

Class: Level 35 Pirate/Level 30 Ranger/Level 1 Warlock

New talents: Demonology, Soul Stone Production, Grimoire Production (Beginner)

Successfully light up the class.

But Blake did not stop absorbing the shadow magic power from the Skull of Gul'dan. As the dark magic power continued to flow into his body, there was an additional magic bar below the life bar of Black's character card.

As well as his original shadow affinity talent, it also jumped from intermediate to advanced, allowing Blake to instantly perceive the shadow power around him more delicately.

Meili Dongfeng's suggestion is correct!

Shadow and shadow come from the same source, but they appear in different forms. The warlock class and the pirate class can complement each other!

At least in terms of shadow power, they can complement each other.

And as Blake watched in shock, as he absorbed more and more shadow magic, the experience bar under the warlock class actually began to rise.

"Can you still absorb magic power and upgrade like this?"

The pirates seemed to be pushed open the door to a new world at this moment.

His eyes were bright, and he sucked the magic power from the Skull of Gul'dan even more greedily, until a few minutes later, a certain point was reached.

His body can no longer hold any more magic power, and the Warlock class has also risen from level 1 to level 5. Part of his soul seems to be connected to a mysterious dimension.

Therefore, there is an additional skill, Demon Summoning.

"Maybe it's the summons of the Twisting Nether?"

The pirate curled his lips and tossed the Skull of Gul'dan, which was still full of magic power, up and down.

"Very good. It seems that the upgrade in the early stages of the warlock class does not require the experience gained from hunting."

Blake put her hands on her hips, feeling relieved.

He remembered something again, reached out and touched in his pocket, and placed the perfect soul stone that he had looted from Gul'dan in front of his eyes.

Before, he had no knowledge of warlocks and no magic power, so he was completely unable to detect the secrets in the soul stone. Now that he has a little knowledge, he can finally figure out who the "guest" in the soul stone is.

Blake closed his eyes and awkwardly mobilized the dark magic in his body, seeping it into the soul stone in his hand. He saw a sealed soul cage composed of evil energy.

And in that cage, a tall female soul was being restrained. Blake noticed that this soul had a pair of sharp ears, and its appearance still maintained the state in which the soul was extracted when it died in battle.

Gul'dan must have used some method to keep this powerful soul in a deep sleep, making it difficult to wake up.

But, is this a high elf?

He is also wearing the combat chain armor of the Far Walker Legion, and the battle robe on his body seems to have been seen once by Maris. This is the emblem of the Windrunner family.

The pirate's eyes lit up.

He knew who this soul was that Gul'dan had imprisoned and carried with him.

This is Lilissa Windrunner!

High Elf Ranger General of Quel'Thalas!

The mother of the three Windrunner sisters and the leader of the Farstrider Legion, at this point in time, she is almost one of the most powerful rangers in all of Azeroth.

"I'm sorry I said you were a miser before. My dear Gul'dan, I retract my slander against you. You are so generous."

The pirate withdrew his magic power, opened his eyes, and rubbed the perfect soul stone in his hand.

He looked at the sea and admired:

"I even regret giving you as a gift to that poisonous talker Bwonsamdi.

I'm pretending, hahahaha.

Such a walk-in grandma with terrifying knowledge and powerful strength.

I saved her.

Help her get rid of the sad future of being used by evil warlocks to consume her soul and summon demons.

She wants to reciprocate. After I wake her up, she will teach me the best ranger combat skills and the trials of the ranger class.

No need to worry!

Oh, today is such a fruitful day.

I made a decision!

From now on, today will be designated as ‘Pirate Day’ in Azeroth! I will celebrate this most important day in my life every year from now on.

The premise is that I can escape from Hela's clutches.

Hey, what a bad luck.

Just wait, Hela, when I have the ability to contact Odin's ghost father.

There is good fruit for you to eat! "