Azeroth Shadow Trail

Chapter 420

The Obsidian Sanctuary is an oversized dragon lair.

It is not like other dragon holy lands, where there are special dragon guards patrolling the periphery, it looks like a deserted place.

There is a reason for such a dilapidated and desolate place, all because Neltharion, the king of the black dragon, played a "big game" in the battle of the ancients 10,000 years ago.

Its defection and the soul of the dragon, the special attack weapon against dragons in its hands, caused heavy losses to the five-color dragon army in a short period of time.

It is the Blue Dragon Legion who have a say in this matter.

More than 10,000 years ago, although the Blue Dragon Legion was small in number, they were not cherished to the point of being on the verge of extinction today. It was because of Neltharion's wave of beating his teammates that almost drove the entire Blue Dragon Legion away on the spot.

The psychological shadow on Malygos that day has continued to this day.

Without the sudden return of the little star and the blue dragon of the blue habitat, Malygos would have gone crazy due to psychological pressure in at most twenty years, and almost caused a world-destroying event.

From this point of view, no matter how many treasures the pirates ask the Magic Legion, it should be reasonable!

It was the little star he found and sent back that saved the dying mind of the Spellweaver.

And because of Neltharion, the king of the black dragon,'s "coquettish operation" back then, his black dragon army was a traitor to the dragon army for the next ten thousand years.

Had to live incognito.

As long as something happens in the mortal world, no one else needs to do it. The blue dragons who hate the black dragons are absolutely willing to eliminate the evil by themselves.

However, it is precisely because of this attitude of "eliminating all evil and killing everything", that after ten thousand years, the black dragon has become the dragon that is most closely connected with the mortal world.

They need to rely on the development of the mortal world and civilization to hide their tracks.

Moreover, under the background of Deathwing's big incident, which led to the black dragon army being hunted down and exterminated, the black dragons have given up living in groups and turned to their own affairs.

It is absolutely rare in today's era that a dozen or so adult black dragons gather together for a meeting like this one.

The things they discuss are really important.

At least let Bu Laike know the action plan of the black dragons, so that he can prepare in advance. Now he is sitting cross-legged beside the large magma pool in the Obsidian Dragon Sanctuary, frowning and thinking about how to use this matter.

Then the work of collecting keels will naturally be handed over to his servants.

Fortunately, Bu Laike actually has quite a few servants.

The little murloc was severely threatened by the pirates just now, and he will work very hard to prove his loyalty. He dragged a magic suitcase and wandered around the Black Dragon Holy Land, throwing some good-looking black dragon keels in the bag.

Like being a scavenger.

As for the large keel, Benboerba couldn't handle it, so he handed it over to the pirate's demon servant, Clin Fran.

This big elite demon guard also carried a specially brought magic luggage, and picked those large keel bones that hadn't been weathered and threw them into the luggage.

Looking for it, but also complaining.

It was in Devil's language, and it was as noisy as a tape played backwards.

Probably he was scolding his master for his lack of vision in a low voice, and let himself be such a fierce warrior to do a job that any scavenger could do.

The best and freshest keels need to be obtained from the large magma pool in the Obsidian Holy Land.

The way black dragons die naturally is to sink themselves into the magma in the center of the earth, let the magma melt their flesh and blood, leaving the purest keel to burn in the flames.

In this way they return their essence to the world.

However, few of the black dragons in the past ten thousand years died naturally. Therefore, most of the keel bones in the magma pool in the Obsidian Dragon Holy Land were left over from the era ten thousand years ago.

It can only be said to be barely usable, not very good, but with the current strength of the pirates, there is no way to slaughter a few black dragons for his beloved ship.

The "technical work" of extracting the keel in the magma pool is naturally left to professionals.

"Black Eye" Glazer, a big beholder who is good at magic, is floating on the magma pool, using his seven eyes to shoot out magic beams that can make objects and objects, and take out one by one from the scorching magma to bathe in the magma, thousands of years Unmelted keel.

There are also several ferocious black dragon heads, which were also extracted from the bottom of the magma pool, put aside, allowed to cool down, and then stored.

"These keels have been soaked in the magma for too long, and they have lost the essence of shocking power. These keels can only complete the most basic strengthening of your ship.

If you want the Naglfar to become the 'catastrophe' of the endless sea, you can't rely on these things. "

Xal'atath whispered in Bu Laike's ear:

"And different keels have different power essences. You have to set the growth direction for your ghost ship. Just like you are pursuing the triple power of shadow, life and shadow, your ship also needs to move in a specific direction. strengthen.

Want me to give you some advice? little Master. "

"unnecessary."

Bu Laike was awakened from his thoughts by Xal'atath.

He glanced at the progress of his three servants, then took out a bottle of rum from his bag, bit off the cork, and said to Xalatas casually:

"No matter how good your suggestion is, that is a matter of the future. Now I can find and use the keels with great fanfare only from the black dragons.

Do you think I don't know the bad condition of these keels?

Isn't there no way, I have to eat one bite at a time, so I can only make do with it now. "

"But there are also many dragons who died unexpectedly."

Xal'atath ignored the pirate's complaints, saying:

"I know that several famous giant dragons died in very remote places. You can retrieve them without alarming the dragon army."

"You know what I don't?"

The pirate pouted, took a sip of his wine, and said:

"Ice Queen Sindragosa is powerful enough, right? Its bones are now in Icecrown Glacier. I know where it is hidden better than you, but do I dare to take it?

As long as I get close there, the spellweaver can swallow me in one gulp.

The same is true for the keels of the other dragons that died unexpectedly. It seems that no one cares about them, but as long as I dare to touch them, it will immediately lead to disaster.

Don't give me blind ideas, I understand your little thoughts.

But at this stage, I have to be steady. "

"Huh? Little master, you mean, risking being discovered by the Dragon's Rest Temple, the behavior of running to the Dragon Holy Land to steal the keel is called 'stable'? Tsk tsk, your brain circuit is really different from that of ordinary people."

Xalatas sneered:

"I think you are cowardly."

"This is wisdom, you don't understand."

Bu Laike didn't care about Miss Black Heart's ridicule. He rubbed his chin and said:

"I don't know if my good friend Meri Winterwind's adventure in the Temple of Atahaka is over? Since he has gone there, he will definitely encounter the corrupted green dragon guarding there.

Although there are only four young dragons, their keels can also be used by the Nagfar. That was a live dragon that had just been slaughtered, and its life essence must be full and abundant.

If the green dragon keel used by the Naglfar is sufficient, it might have the ability to project dreams in the future.

A ghost ship that travels in nightmares, cool! "

"But do you dare to use it?"

Xalatas said quietly:

"Once those keels corrupted by nightmares are installed on the Nagfar, everyone on your ship will be exposed to nightmares. Don't be afraid, you are my favorite little master, and I will protect you from Seduced by that bitch N'Zoth.

but others

There is nothing I can do.

But harvesting a group of servant pirates corrupted by the void is not a bad thing.

I can teach you how to strengthen them, my little master. As long as you give up your mortal appearance, your incompetent pirates will be several times stronger in no time. "

"A bunch of pirates with big faces and big eyes?"

Bu Laike thought about the picture for a while, then shivered, shook his head and said:

"Forget it, forget it, it's too disappointing to read. I remember you said before, can you create a half-dragon?"

"Yes."

Xal'atath let out a short laugh, and she said:

"You only need some elite dragon blood, combined with a little mysterious ritual, to give your pirates the enhanced effect of dragon blood. As far as I know, black dragons also have a tradition of making dragon blood servants.

They distribute their power among their human pets in order to earn the allegiance of the ignorant. "

"This can be."

Bu Laike snapped his fingers, a great plan took shape in his mind, he reached out and stroked the cooled lava keel beside him, and said:

"The black dragons are going to do things in the northern border, and they want to assassinate Lothar. If I can intervene in it, take the opportunity to kill a few, and after slaughtering them, I will skin them and cramps. The fresh keel will definitely satisfy my ghost ship.

And those dragon blood can bring me a group of subordinates who are not so useless.

And the two legendary hand crossbows I'm about to make need dragon tendons, and I can get them by chance.

Wow, thinking about it this way, the whole body of the black dragon is full of treasures! "

"quack quack"

When the pirates and Xalatas were discussing evil things, the little murloc ran back with a croak, as if offering a treasure flatteringly, held a dusty gem in its claws, and offered it to its evil master.

Bo Laike took the thing in his hand and blew on it.

After the petrified dust dissipated, the irregular gem revealed a shadowy light. It was held by the pirate, and the entry was projected on the translucent character card:

Unpolished Elementium Gem

Legendary Quality · Crafting Materials

Item description:

This is a strange gemstone that can only be born in the place where Deathwing and his tribe live in the deep rock continent of the elemental border. It contains the essence of the black dragon and is also a symbol of the power of the guardian of the earth.

Because it was born in the realm of elements, it has the power to manipulate elements.

Black dragons see it as a unique crafting material.

They will use source quality gems to make unique black dragon relics and infuse their power into them, but the use of this gem is only circulated among the elite members of the black dragon army.

"Yo, nice stuff."

There was a fleeting gleam in Bu Laike's eyes when he saw the gem that had lost all its power. The source gemstone in his hand reminded him of an artifact related to the end of the black dragon army that he had left behind.

"I repeat again, the whole body of the black dragon is full of treasures!"

The pirate laughed sinisterly, tossed the source gemstone in his hand up and down, and threw it into his magic bag. He looked down at the little murloc who stared at him with wide eyes.

say to it:

"You walk around the Obsidian Holy Land to find this kind of gemstone. I need 333. Well, that's the number. I can't do without one."

"Quack?"

Hearing this exaggerated number of demands, the little murloc was dumbfounded. It spread its paws and yelled at Bo Laike a few times.

I think you, a stinky pirate, are trying to embarrass my treasure-hunting murlocs!

Given the withered and dilapidated state of the Black Dragon Sacred Land, it would be a lucky thing to find one or two. You can ask for three hundred and thirty-three, and there are still others.

What are you trying to do?

"Haha, just kidding, try to find it."

Bu Laike shook the wine bottle in his hand, waved to the little murloc and said:

"This kind of thing must be stolen from the black dragons. I haven't expected to dig a grave to dig it out. Go, go, go find it quickly, find a few more, and I won't pursue the previous matter.

I'm serious. "

He drove the little murloc away, and looked back at the magma pool behind him.

The big beholder has stirred up this big magma pool like a pot of boiling keel soup, and almost all the keel bones that can be used have been fished out.

"What do you want that gem for?"

Xalatas was puzzled and said quietly:

"The source gemstone is the sacred object of the black dragon. They call it the gift of the earth. Except for the black dragon, other races cannot use it. The power contained in it cannot be extracted and shaped by mortals at all."

"I have my usage, and I want to use them to create a pair of legendary weapons that only belong to me. There are not too few legendary weapons that I have come into contact with. The weapons left by others are good, but there are always problems of one kind or another .

It is best to tailor-made this kind of thing for your own use. "

The pirates did not hide either, and said to Xalatath:

"My two warblades will be forged in Deathwing's despair, they will be born drinking the blood of the dragon king, and they will be the most suitable assassin relics for me.

It will be my symbol and the nightmare of my enemies.

I've even thought of their names. "

"You always have so many weird ideas, and each of them is beyond the imagination of ordinary people."

Xalatas complained:

"Others are thinking how to stay as far away from Deathwing as possible, but you have to take the initiative to approach it. You are such a mysterious man. I really want to swallow you more and more."

"You don't have to praise me like this again and again."

The pirate waved his hand modestly and said:

"Your praise like this will make me feel proud."

He turned, snapped his fingers at his servant, and said:

"Come on, pack up all the keels you've collected, and we should go. If it's any later, the Naglfar will not let me board because I'm waiting too fast.

The water in the Great Sea is cold, so, I really don't want to mess with it anymore. "

(end of this chapter)