Azeroth Shadow Trail

Chapter 1749

Nazaras College in the dark is not quiet.

On the grass under the observatory, a group of Druid students were yawning and observing the influence of the moon phase changes on natural magic under the leadership of their mentors.

On the other side of the wall, several apprentices from the shaman academy are trying to experiment with their own elements. In some ancient traditions, such empowerment must be carried out under the moonlight.

The other colleges were quiet.

Except the lights were bright as usual at the Psychic school, and rumor has it that those guys had a midterm exam coming up, and the topic seemed to be sewing up the corpse of a "loser" from Fight Club without help.

Considering the intensity of the damn battle over there, this is quite a difficult task. After observing it, students from other schools named it "Perfect Restoration of Broken Corpse".

This assessment is very difficult, so there are apprentices "reviewing" there every night in the strangely shaped laboratory building of the psychic school.

Anyone who has seen that scene will spit it out, so the school cafeteria has stopped delivering meals to the psychic school for the past half month to ensure the mental health of its employees.

As for the teaching buildings of mages and warlocks, it was equally lively, full of guys who felt that they couldn't pass the high school entrance examination, so they took advantage of the night to hurry up and study.

All in all, there is order in the academy, as usual.

"I thought you rushed back anxiously to watch the 'key project', but this time you brought a man into the lab. Did you change your temper, or are you going to do something else in my lab?"

The gentle and magnetic voice of Prince Farondis sounded behind Laike.

The pirate didn't look back but waved his hand one last time, restoring the phase of the moon that he had been controlling for the past few minutes.

The moment he turned around, the druid mentors from the Cenarion Order below the observatory shouted in unison, obviously because they felt that their efforts to interpret the strange moon phase tonight had failed.

This may be that the moon god is conveying some important information to them, but they cannot decipher it because they are not skilled.

"You seem to be much more relaxed than before, my dear Farondis, look at the smile on your always melancholy face now, let me guess, during the time I left Azeroth Well, something good must have happened, right?"

Bo Laike sat at Farondis's desk, reaching out to take the red wine handed by the magic prince, and winkingly asked the spirit body in front of him.

Farondis did not hide it, he said softly:

"Just two weeks after you left Azeroth, we broke the curse on Azsuna.

My people have recovered their sanity, although it took me a month to invite my colleagues from the psychic school to complete the calibration of their will and let them understand the changes in the world now.

But it was all worth it, they stopped cursing me, they understood the truth of the matter, and the desolate place has reshaped the order.

My people will continue to live there until they no longer want to remain as ghosts in a time that is not theirs.

I left the relationship with the druid mentors in the academy, and asked the druids of Valshara to help take care of them. If they need it, the druids will escort their souls back to Mount Hyjal and return as elves to the world tree.

Although we are not night elves, the Sisterhood of Elune has always been very interested in saving the souls of our compatriots, and it didn't take much time to convince them.

Thank you, Bu Laike.

After ten thousand years of suffering, my people are free at last. "

"Well, this is really a great thing. Isn't it a bit too stingy to use such a small cup to celebrate such a beautiful event?"

Bu Laike glanced at the priceless Elven Empire wine glass in his hand. He made a joke, took another sip of his wine, squinted at Farondis, and said:

"Didn't they invite you to stay and rule over them? If they are unwilling to even say such a thing, it means that no one in your palace has a conscience.

Look at you, the majestic magic prince has become a pirate in order to save the people. "

"They said that they got together and kept me repeatedly. They said they hurt me for ten thousand years and they wanted to make up. I was very moved, but I refused."

Farondis wore his robe and walked to the window, looking at the Nazaras Academy under the moonlight from this height, he felt that the moonlight tonight was particularly bright and clear.

He drank the wine in his hand, turned his head to Bo Laike who was looking at him and said with a smile:

"My people don't need a ruler anymore, they are free, and the facts of ten thousand years ago have proved that I am not a qualified king, maybe they will live better without me.

And, since I'm a pirate, right? Always be accountable to the fleet.

What's more, Dean Lanyue, who has always acted according to the rules, left the academy irresponsibly this time and went to support some bastard disciple among the stars. If I don't care about it, the order of the academy we have worked so hard to build will be over. .

This is not what I want to see.

Laike, I'm not a prince anymore, and I have nothing to do with the past. I'm just the vice president of Nathras College. When you are away, I will help you take care of the college and the students here. "

"I'm really touched by these words, but don't expect me to be merciful and give you extra allowances. That's something that Dean Lanyue can decide, but I can say good things to you."

Bu Laike curled his lips and jumped down from the desk. He put the cup in his hand and picked up the Wannian wine collected by Farondis, raised his head and blew most of it on the bottle like a cow chewing a peony.

After such a refreshing drink, the pirate coughed and said:

"I heard some talkative students on the way say that when I left, Deathwing came here to make trouble?"

"I was just trying to break into the Great Barrier of Shadow of the Leaves. I, my mentor Kel'Thuzad, Your Excellency Shaoen Moonclaw, Ms. Magatha Tidal Totem, and other mentors blocked it."

Farondis shook his head and said:

"The situation is not as serious as you think. At that time, the crazy dragon seemed to be injured. It flew from the north and came down with anger to destroy the academy.

But in this sea area, it was hit head-on by the Hydraxia Legion and the Endless Wind Legion.

The No. 1 and No. 2 holy beasts of the Tidal Order also came to help, of course, the Spellweaver and the Red Dragon Queen, and a strange black dragon also participated in the battle. Wings fought bloody battles at sea.

In short, the battle that day was very big, which opened the eyes of the students.

This is actually not a bad thing.

Spellcasters born in this era may not be good at learning, but they must have a big heart to accept all kinds of emergencies. "

"But it destroyed the tower that the Warlock School used to conduct experiments. It's a pity. I quite like that tower. I have a lot of affection for that tower, even if it is just a ruin of a watchtower."

Bu Laike pouted and said:

"Anyway, the damned Deathwing owes me another debt, and sooner or later he'll have to find that bastard to pay it back. Alright, let's not talk about that pathetic lunatic, do you have any other plans for tonight?"

"No, but I have a lecture tomorrow morning."

Farondis shrugged and said:

"I should have gone to rest now, but you are lucky, the spirit body does not need to rest, tell me, what do you want to borrow my laboratory for?"

"Curse of flesh and blood."

Bu Laike stretched his hands, walked towards the laboratory below, and explained to the vice president who was following behind him:

"A titan guardian probably hates the feeling of being a god in the eyes of mortals, so he insists on helping him incarnate into a mortal. This is not difficult, but he needs a quiet and safe place.

I don't have the key to the laboratory building of the college, so I can only come here to rub your laboratory. "

"Huh? Experimenting with void forces in my lab? I'm starting to regret it, Laike."

Farondis frowned and said:

"Although I owe you a lot of favors, I just updated the magic barrier in the lab yesterday, why don't you go find Kel'Thuzad?

Surely he would love to assist you. "

"That guy ran off to see a doctor for his kitten."

Bu Laike said with an unlucky face:

"God knows where he's gone now, without him leading me, I don't want to go into his damn laboratory, who knows what will be in there?

Maybe there will be some damn thing similar to the fog of death. Even if I am a god now, it will hurt to touch that thing rashly. "

"So that's it. I'll just say why the psychic school's course schedule is so strange these days."

Farondis nodded and said nothing more.

When the two came to the laboratory, the shrunken Storm Guardian Thorim was already lying on the experimental table covered with arcane runes.

He seemed to be looking forward to what was going to happen next, and upon seeing Laike, he said:

"As you requested, Lord Laike, I took a moment to turn off my energy module."

"very good."

Bu Laike took off a pair of experimental white robes from the wall and put them on his body, and professionally reached out and pressed Thorim's anthropomorphic but steel body.

He said:

"This process will be a bit painful, but I need you to suppress your titan energy in the first half of the curse, if you don't want to blow up the whole building."

The pirate casually opened a small crack leading to the lightless sea, and the thoughts of thousands of truths followed the low tide sound and filled the entire laboratory in an instant.

Farondis felt his mind being burned and pulled.

He glanced at the pirate's familiar skills and means of navigating the dangerous void, and he had a precise understanding of Laike's current spellcasting ability in his heart.

Bu Laike put his fingers stained with invisible things in the crack and placed them on Thorim's forehead, and while mobilizing the godhead of the quieter to weave the void dream for the storm guardian, he explained to his assistant:

"The curse of flesh and blood sounds very high-end, but inside it is nothing more than the simplest 'force erosion'. If you don't explain it in academic terms, it can be simply understood as the nibble and transformation of the Titan's energy by the force of the void.

It is void magic developed by the Old Gods specifically for titan-forged creatures, although it can also be used for other beings, such as N'Zoth twisting the Highborne into Naga.

However, from the current powerful posture of the Deep Sea Empire, it can be seen that the destructive power of the curse of flesh and blood on non-Titan creatures is quite weak, and the ability to distort life forms is already the limit, and it will not affect the strength of powerful individuals such as Azshara. . "

"Well, Laike, we are all learned people, I have the title of Grand Arcanist, and I have passed the Archmage examination in Dalaran and Quel'Thalas before.

In addition, I am an official member of the Magic Salon of the Great Wizard of Azeroth, just like you. "

Farondis mobilized the suppression enchantment in the laboratory, and said softly:

"What I mean is that when you discuss these mysterious magics with me, you don't need to be so 'simplified'. Go deeper and tell me its principles, mana models, and laws.

I understand. "

"you sure?"

Bu Laike looked at Thorim, who was drowsy under the guidance of his void dream, and looked back at Farondis, warning:

"This is taboo knowledge from the Lightless Sea, it's not that I won't go into details, but once you understand it, you will be noticed by the will of truth.

Once you get in that place, don't even think about getting out.

I don't want to bother explaining to my advisor why her handpicked deputy dean turned into a deranged cultist in an experimental accident or something. "

"Say it."

Farondis raised his hand gracefully, and a gorgeous magic handbook and an elf-style magic pen were suspended in his hand. He said to Bo Laike:

"Unknown magic represents unknown truth, and the pursuit of truth is the basic principle of all spellcasters. If we are afraid of a little risk and stop moving forward, then I will disappoint Dean Lanyue.

Don't forget, I am also her student.

My junior is now so outstanding, which makes me feel the long-lost pressure, and it seems to return to the feeling when I faced those outstanding companions when I was studying.

I can't be too far behind you, can I? My dear student.

Finally, you don't have to worry about the influence of the void on me. After Dean Lanyue returns to the academy, I will start the transformation ceremony. My future path belongs to the realm of death.

The influence of the Lightless Sea on me will be weakened to the extreme. "

"Ok."

The pirate shrugged.

He patted the storm guardian's steel forehead, causing Thorim's consciousness and body to be temporarily cut off and immersed in the dream woven by the void.

Afterwards, Laike moved his five fingers, guided by his void breath, and attracted the tumbling viscous void power from the lightless sea to cover Thorim's steel body.

It's like making a "cocoon" to wrap him up.

During this process, he described to Farondis in detail the implantation and catalysis process of the Flesh Curse, as well as its working principle, in Shasyar, which symbolized the power of the void.

This whimpering and roaring strange language echoed in the laboratory where the light was dimming, filling the place with gusts of darkness, like ghosts and ghosts in the world.

There is power in this language.

Its existence itself is the carrier of the power of mental corruption. With Laike's current level, just find a city and read a sentence in Shasyar language is enough to pull that city into the torture and distortion of the void middle.

"I have a question, Bo Laike."

After Farondis recorded the knowledge of the curse of flesh and blood in detail, he looked at the Storm Guardian who had been wrapped in the power of the void, and asked:

"Could this flesh curse turn the Guardian into a mortal? I mean, what would happen to his instinctive energy other than the life form changing from steel to flesh?

Will Titan Energy be downgraded as a result? "

"I do not know."

Bu Laike replied frankly:

"The most advanced titan creation corrupted by the curse of flesh and blood by the ancient gods is nothing more than the family of the guardians. What you see before your eyes is the first case of the guardian of a titan being corrupted by the curse of flesh and blood in this world.

But according to the process of our human degeneration, Thorim should become a Vrykul after completing the cursed degeneration, and his power of the storm will sleep in his body, and it will not be activated until he reaches demigod again .

Other strengths will degenerate to the level of normal Vrykuls, and the overall strength will fall below that of legends. "

"wait!"

Farondis noticed a very dangerous detail, looked at Bo Laike, and said:

"The power of the storm bestowed by the Titans is dormant in Thorim's body, which means that the power can be transferred before it is reactivated?"

"um, yes."

The pirate showed a dangerous, malicious smile. He looked back at Farondis with a sinister and unkind smile, and said:

"This is the biggest hidden danger of the guardians after they become mortals. Once they are killed by other people, once the murderer has some means of extracting divine power, the power of the storm may be taken away.

The thick souls of the guardians are stronger than mortals even after the curse of flesh and blood, which means that they can be resurrected, but if their authority is taken away, they will be gone forever.

Unless they grab it back.

You know, I have already spread the news of the 'Saint of the Storm' descending to the mortal world through my channel. Thorim is eager to regain his glory by fighting, so he will definitely not be disappointed.

Countless bastards in the whole world who yearn for power and reach the sky at one step will be eyeing him, and there will be countless battles waiting for him. Every time he fails, his hope of returning to Ulduar with glory will be weakened by one point.

Like a hammer in a furnace, such is the fate of Thorim Stormsage.

or return to the top

Or fall into the dirt.

I told him about the danger, but he was determined to do so. "

After finishing speaking, Laike ignored Farondis, who was already dumbfounded. He looked out of the window of the laboratory. The night, which was originally splashed by moonlight, suddenly thundered and rained, and lightning flashed across the night sky, creating more noise.

"come in!"

Bo Laike picked up his pipe, and in the lingering smoke, he shouted towards the door:

"Whether you are worried about your brothers, or you want to challenge me, the evil god, come in, it's so uncomfortable to be outside in the rain. Come on, guardians.

Take it easy and say goodbye to your brothers.

Or walk with him. "

(end of this chapter)