Azeroth Shadow Trail

Chapter 192 11.404 I'll Pull You Back

The pirate who said he didn't want to fight wielding a chicken leg as a reason to refuse the Staff of the Guardian was, of course, joking.

He is not such a superficial person.

Well, mostly not.

If there is a copy of demigod power that is at your fingertips and has no side effects, then believe me, pirates will not hesitate to use it.

The real problem is that the mythical profession of Guardian of Tirisfal is not without side effects.

First of all, Laike is well aware that inheriting this power is risky.

In the history of the Tirisfal Council that he was familiar with, there were not a thousand, but five hundred spellcasters who rashly tried to master this power and died.

Guardians rotate every hundred years.

In addition to maintaining the stability of power, it will take a hundred years for the Tirisfal Council to select the next mage who is qualified to receive power among human spellcasters.

Although the pirate is occasionally confident, he really doesn't feel like he's a one-in-a-million spellcasting prodigy.

It's almost the same as his sister.

Secondly, becoming the guardian of Tirisfal means accepting a mission that has been passed down for more than two thousand years. Laike doesn't know if this mission is mandatory.

But Aegwynn, a problematic girl who was domineering when she was young, has honestly fulfilled this mission for more than 800 years, which proves that this profession may really have some "mandatory terms" that Laike does not know.

He didn't want to force himself to be bound to human civilization for the sake of power.

Finally, there is something wrong with the staff itself!

"Look, you have to carve it into the shape of a raven. As far as I know, neither Dalaran nor Quel'Thalas has any obscure inheritance of this form.

If there were any, it would be the land of Kalimdor on the other side of the endless sea, in the kingdom of the night elves, the moon god, and in the heritage of the druids, creatures like ravens would be endowed with some very strange legendary colors . "

On the stairs leading to the observatory on the top floor of the Karazhan Mage Tower, Braike stroked the head of the delicately carved Guardian Staff in his hand. shape.

I have to say that this carving is indeed perfect.

The form of the raven is very vivid.

Look carefully, the eyes of the raven sculpture on the staff will also shine with magical star points, and every few seconds, there will be dark magic power, condensed into the shape of a raven, entwined with the staff, dancing, and then dissipated .

A very delicate strip of red magic cloth is wrapped under the head of the staff, and three blue magic pendants are also dotted.

It is slender as a whole, nearly 1.8 meters high, and there are some mysterious lines on the wooden staff, but after more than two thousand years of use, it has been coated with a wonderful feeling by time.

Quaint, mysterious, and obscure.

It's a pity that apart from this, this staff has no embellishments.

On the whole, it is indeed like a slender chicken leg, as the pirates commented, and there is no need to speak out when it is taken out to fight, and it may be ridiculed by a group of ignorant bastards.

"There is also this raven form, how strange it looks. You say that it is derived from the inheritance of arcane magic. I don't believe it at all. This is obviously the druid's natural transformation spell."

Bu Laike stroked the staff, his tone was full of pursuit, he glanced at the soul-guiding lamp hanging on his waist, and said:

"Merry, to be honest, when you made this staff, did you use some magic materials that other druids would use?"

"yes."

The old mage is also very straightforward.

He knew that it was pointless to hide secrets in front of a magical guy like Bu Laike, so he announced the answer directly, saying:

"The raw material of Atiesh is an oak seed brought by the high elves when they migrated from Kalimdor to the eastern continent. It absorbed enough magic power in the high elves' Sunwell, and was taken by the first Ren Sun King used secret methods to deal with it.

The High Elves call it the 'Seed of Hate'.

I don't know why they took that name, but it was powerful, and the staff became a symbol of the Council of Tirisfal when it was delivered to the first Guardian, Alodi.

Its raw materials come from the druid natural magic system. After the production is completed, there will naturally be some laws of natural magic.

Changing into a raven is just one of the manifestations of this power.

As far as I know, Medivh once used it to summon lightning to help the Kingdom of Stormwind resist the invasion of gnolls. The way of expressing magic power is unique to orthodox druid natural magic. "

"Let me just say, you shouldn't be playing with high elves."

Bu Laike curled his lips and held the chicken stick in his hand. He said to the old mage in the soul lamp:

"When those sharp ears are kind, they are all saints, but once they become vicious, people want to smash their heads.

Their Sunwell protected them for seven thousand years, but it also made their personalities extremely polarized.

The good is better and the bad is worse.

That race can produce the greatest heroes as well as the worst demons. Their personalities are not very stable, and it is really easy to go to extremes

Go from one extreme to the other.

Uh, actually, if you think about it carefully, all elves look like this. The kaldorei night elves who claim to return to nature and abandon the gorgeous temples and live in trees and caves are exactly the same. "

"Bo Laike, you don't like humans, you hate elves, and you don't like trolls and orcs. I'm curious, is there any race in this world that you really like?"

The old mage Meri complained:

"Every time I hear your remarks, I feel that you are a cynical person, but in fact, you are very intelligent. Why are you so contradictory?"

"Because I have seen the most noble orcs and the most despicable humans. I hate the Alliance and the Horde."

The pirate said casually:

"I've seen a lot, so I naturally know that the world is as black as crows.

If I have to say which race I have a good impression of, there are actually some. But now I can't see that group of Gunguns who live happily and have nothing to do with the world, and I can't trick them into asking me for a drink.

So, I can only make do with you nasty guys.

God, Merry, can you stop asking these weird questions, you're driving me crazy! Let me be a poor, lonely, out-of-the-sea pirate with serious mental problems, please? "

Talking like this, Bu Laike passed a huge chess hall. In the square room on the lower floor, there was a huge chessboard, and each chess piece on it was two meters high.

The white one is the Alliance Legion headed by Ryan Wrynn, and the black one is the Horde Legion headed by Braikehan Blackhand.

Black and white are intertwined on the chessboard, which looks like an endgame. It should be an evil gadget that Medivh used to pass the time when he was dominated by Sargeras.

These chess pieces are magical creations, and each one needs a living soul to drive it.

That was the way the dark god passed the time.

Sit and watch souls fight wildly on the chessboard until they are annihilated, and the winning side will not survive long before being thrown into the next fight.

"This thing is interesting."

The pirate leaned on the railing on the second floor, and said to the old mage with burning eyes:

"I want to take it away, is there a way?"

"Magic the violet pattern on your left."

Meili Dongfeng pointed out:

"Keep it open for five seconds, and the magic chessboard will be stored, but maintaining it open to the present level requires stable magic power.

With your current mana capacity, there is no way to use this high-level magic item. "

"It's okay, it's enough for the future."

According to the instructions of the old mage, Bu Laike injected magic power into the pattern at hand. After five seconds, the big chessboard in front of him shrank rapidly in a strange folding way that ignored the three-dimensional space, and was suspended in the air.

He was held by Bu Laike again, blew the ashes in front of him, and put them into the magic luggage. With the help of the little murloc, he took out two small bags and put the black chess pieces and the white flags into them respectively.

"cool!"

The pirate blew his whistle, and walked away another boss from Karazhan, which made him feel happy. He continued to stride forward, and after walking up two steps, he came to the top floor of Karazhan.

He reached out and pushed open the closed door in front of him.

What caught my eye was Medivh's "Star Observatory", but in fact the scenery in front of me was surprising. It was indeed a semicircular platform, barren.

It's just that it doesn't seem to exist in the physical world.

Around the top of the platform is a sea of ​​stars!

The real star sea, the kind that is within reach.

Standing on this platform, you can even see the starlight floating in the distance, and the black star rings wrapped around the starry sky outside the platform.

Those shattered forms were captured by the purple magic, forming a constantly rotating form outside the platform.

This place should be found by Medivh with magic. It is located in an unknown broken planet among the stars. He connected this space with the space of Karazhan.

It is not known whether Medivh made it, or Sargeras borrowed Medivh's body to do it.

But upon stepping onto the platform, Laike could feel a call from among the stars.

It was a call from the Twisting Nether, where the fel magic power was very active, without the slightest suppression and hindrance felt in the material world.

"Medivh set up this observatory to avoid the monitoring of the magic net by the blue dragons, and to make it easier for the dark will in his body to communicate with the demons in the stars."

The old mage sighed and said:

"But this is indeed one of the few places in the world of Azeroth that is not shrouded and monitored by the magic net. You can summon demons here without worrying about being approached by blue dragons who like to meddle in their own business. "

"No need."

Bu Laike stroked his chin, and looked at the boundless and magnificent sea of ​​stars above his head with an admiring gaze.

He said softly:

"Although I am a warlock, I don't want any trash demons. I know that there are many hidden demons in Azeroth right now.

They are all remnants of the War of the Ancients 10,000 years ago.

All of them are amazingly powerful and have great personalities.

I'll find them one by one, beat them, and contract them.

As for those foreign demons who come to Azeroth to beg for food, I don't like them. "

"swish"

The pirate held the staff in his hands, took a few steps forward, and said to the hooded Ms. Aegwynn in front of her:

"Fortunately, ma'am, the staff is back."

He glanced at the mysterious magic circle that had been arranged under his feet, and then at the head of Gul'dan placed in the center of the magic circle. He said softly:

"The power in this staff is enough to neutralize the evil energy in Gul'dan's skull, and the huge magic power after purification will definitely bring you back a healthy and good baby.

Oh, by the way, after you revive him, do you still want to call him Medivh? "

"Why not?"

Aegwynn sighed, took the Atiesh staff, and stroked this unremarkable weapon in a nostalgic way, she said softly:

"That's my child's name, which I chose for him when he was born."

"That's a name full of disasters, ma'am, it's the name Sargeras gave him! It's unlucky for a newborn to inherit such a name."

The pirate rubbed his hands, and suggested with a glib tongue and bright eyes:

"My thought is that since this second revival of this poor life represents a life that has nothing to do with the darkness of the past, it should be full of hope.

So it should also give this child a new name to commemorate all this.

He deserves it.

So, why don't we just call him Med'an? How nice it sounds, right? "

(end of this chapter)