Azeroth Shadow Trail

Chapter 495 48. Maybe I should change my name to Bo Laike King of Warlocks Magic Wind Drake Proudmoore?

"enough!"

Surrounded by whispers from the void, Alya Lanyue saw the face of the void, and the moment she was about to sink into it, the magic imprint she had placed on her spirit was suddenly activated.

A burst of arcane light slammed on Dean Lanyue's forehead.

She yelled and waved the holy rod of Aluneth. Amidst the screams of the ancient elements, a legendary arcane attack was ready to go, but at the last moment, Dean Lanyue forcibly changed the trajectory of the spell.

The arcane impact full of magic power flew out of Laike's body, smashing five walls in a row amidst the screams of the little murloc and the kid, and only then did the destructive magic power dissipate.

The frightened dean took several steps back with a pale face, barely supporting his body with his staff.

She is a ghost, and she actually made a big panting movement.

If it weren't for the teachings and secrets from the hermit Metley back then, Dean Lanyue would definitely be even more embarrassed. Void can infect spirit bodies and elemental creatures more quickly and effectively than flesh and blood.

Several seconds later, Dean Lanyue raised his head and looked at his disciple with a complicated expression.

And the pirate's hand has already been placed on the soul-inducing lamp, and he is preparing to conclude a contract of evil energy with the weak demon in the lamp to complete the spellcasting foundation of absorbing it as a "heart demon".

"My confidence is not without reason, Master."

Bu Laike showed an apologetic smile to Dean Lanyue, he pointed to his heart and said:

"I have already lived in a 'demon' in my heart. She is not good at all, and often digs holes for me to find trouble. But to be honest, she is much more ruthless than these so-called 'spiritual vampires' Nathrezim.

If I can restrain her, restraining a weak Nathrezim is not a big problem. "

"I didn't know before that you are fighting such a creature every day. Your willpower really exceeds my imagination, my disciple."

Dean Lanyue said in a low voice:

"I apologize to you for my ignorance.

I shouldn't ask you to complete so much homework every day when you are under such pressure. You must have had a hard time because of my unqualified tutor, right? "

"Well, it's not purely because of will."

It was difficult for the pirate to explain his "cheat" to the dean, he could only say vaguely:

"In the face of the void, pure willpower is useless. There must be other smarter methods. In my case, there is only one in the whole of Azeroth, so it cannot be regarded as a typical study.

As for homework

It was really difficult at the beginning, but after I got used to it, it was nothing. I have learned the joy of gaining knowledge under your strict requirements.

You are the most qualified mentor I have ever met, please don't doubt yourself. "

As he spoke, Bu Laike poured his own magic power into the soul-inducing lamp, and as the pale light of the lamp floated, a sinister voice followed the flow of magic power and appeared in Bu Laike's ear.

"I've heard it all, you're doing a terrible thing, little pirate, your body and your mind are nothing but a rusty cage! Merry Winterwind can't restrain me, and neither can you!

Take that genie's advice and don't do stupid stupid things. "

"What to pretend!"

Facing the "persuasion" of the Dreadlord, Laike's response was quite concise and straightforward. He said bluntly:

"You have been carried by me for so long, I know how weak you are. You are probably the most miserable dreadlord in history. What happened to you is enough to sound the alarm for other Nathrezim.

When you serve Emperor Denathrius, you can't be so high-spirited.

There are many forces in this world that can imprison and restrain you.

Like now, this one I'm going to show you.

Come on, since you are so confident, sign the contract and become my summoned demon. "

"You know it won't do us any good. Nathrezim aren't some stupid low-level demons who get stuck in a contract."

The dread demon king who was sealed in the soul-inducing lamp said slowly, using its dark tone:

"We are creatures with a high degree of integration of spirit and body. We are extremely adaptable to all energies. For us, the devil's contract is just a piece of waste paper that can be torn apart at any time.

You can't use it to restrain me, let alone force me to serve you.

My allegiance is to my creator, who is an eternal one. And I pretended to be loyal to the most powerful God of Darkness among the stars. You little pirate, you want me to call you 'Master'?

Hehehe.

Why do you need to go through this process that you and I both know are meaningless? "

"It's very necessary."

Bo Laike explained to the rebellious dreadlord solemnly:

"First of all, no matter which world you are in, no warlock can contract a Dreadlord, not even Gul'dan, who is the symbol of a warlock.

If I do, it will prove that I am stronger than Gul'dan in the attainments of warlock magic.

This is the prestige that I need and need when I rebuild the Warlock School. "

"Well, it makes sense."

Casanatir nodded in the soul lamp, and commented very cooperatively:

"For an ambitious warlock, fame is a very important and necessary thing. You must show enough strength to convince the warlocks and dare not have the slightest disobedience.

Warlocks in every world are like this, a bunch of pathetic mice who can only eat the leftovers of the Legion and take pride in it.

anything else? "

"There is also the second reason, which is more personal."

Bu Laike gathered his shadow magic power into a demon contract and threw it towards the soul lamp. He explained to the dreadlord:

"I am a person who pursues quality. As a hunter, my battle pet must be unique. My demon servants must also show this rare quality.

It may not strengthen my combat effectiveness.

But the 'rare' demons under my command that are quite different from other warlocks always make me happy. For example, Clin Fran and Glazer are barely considered SRs.

and you

Casanatir the Tranquil, you are the absolute trump card that I can draw in the "Burning Legion Limited Card Pool". The "SSR" radiance from your body will keep me in a good mood all day long.

This is probably the only joy of being a black-faced warlock.

This is very necessary for me.

So, do me a favor, just think of it as fulfilling the weak wish of a poor and humble little pirate, and cooperate a bit, so that when we get along in the future, we can maintain a good master-servant relationship.

I mean, at least I won't torture you casually. "

"Hehe, you are full of nonsense, I suspect that your sanity has been disturbed by the huge pressure."

Casanatiel sneered mercilessly.

A few seconds later, it responded to the demon contract thrown by Bu Laike.

This process went so smoothly that it was amazing. In the character card of Bu Laike, there is also a new entry in the summoning item column of the warlock:

Summon [Dreadlord] Kassanatyr:

Note that this demon is unique in nature and is not affected by any contract. You can call it to join the battle, but don't expect any loyalty from it.

Betrayal is its instinct, and it will rebel at any time.

This is the one with the most descriptions among the four summoned demons of Laike, and all the almost omnipotent character cards have given this bad evaluation, which shows that the Dreadlord was not talking nonsense just now.

The Nathrezim, a peculiar race of born 25-year-olds, really engraved this characteristic of 25-year-olds deeply into the depths of their evil and dark souls.

Under the summoning entry, there is also a detailed description of Cassanatier:

Name: Casanatiel "The Quiet One"

Race: Nathrezim Demon [Fel Power]/Animation Creation

Status: Legendary Body [Millennium Weakness]. Soul Seal. Demon Contract [Tearable]

Occupation: Level 60 Demon Scout Elite/Level 60 Demon Wizard Elite/Level 60 Mind Reaper Elite/Level 12 Fear Lord Leader

characteristic:

1. Unity of soul and body:

Dreadlords' minds and bodies are so fused that they die without leaving a wreck in the physical world, and their souls return to the Twisting Nether without weakening.

Because of this characteristic, the Dreadlord has become the leading mind polluter in the entire group of stars. They live in the target's heart with the ability to switch between virtual and real, and possess the highest level of concealment and camouflage.

2. Energy adaptation:

The Nathrezim, created as spies from the Shadowlands, are naturally adaptable to the six major forces, allowing them to accept almost all kinds of forces to change their life forms, integrate into the power camp, and be the only ones for them. The master scouts for intelligence and instigates war.

Kassanatier's current form: fel demon, can be transformed into holy light holy spirit, life messenger, void herald, death vanguard, arcane warrior.

3. Evil power:

Katharnatyr is one of the oldest nathrezim, and it was even involved in the nathrezim's original plot to draw Sargeras' attention to the void.

It was also the first batch of demon lords who followed the Dark Titan to establish the Burning Legion. Its "loyalty" made it be given the original power of fel energy by Sargeras.

It is this power that strengthens Cassanatil, allowing it to maintain the most basic vitality in the thousands of years of imprisonment and weakness.

Seeing that Kassanatyr possessed fel powers, the pirate frowned and gestured backwards. The little murloc immediately took out various materials from the luggage, and arranged a super-skilled divine power extraction ceremony near the soul-inducing lamp.

"Look, I have become your summoner, and I have made a contract with you, my 'master'."

With a sarcastic voice, the dreaded demon came out of the soul-inducing lamp, and it said:

"I will remain absolutely loyal to you! Come on, set me free and let me fight for you. What evil are we going to do today?

How about going to slaughter a city? To make your fellow men howl your name in terror is a pleasure to me as well as to you! "

"Okay, wait a minute."

The pirate responded and winked at the people around him.

Dean Lanyue took the little murloc and the kid out of the laboratory, and several other mentors were also summoned.

A thick confinement circle was deployed, sealing off the entire laboratory where Laike was, preventing the cunning dreadlord from escaping after a failed attempt.

With Nathrezim's ability to hide, it would be too difficult to catch it once it ran away.

"I'm going to let you out, come, hold my magic."

Bu Laike said something to the soul lamp, and the dreadlord inside was also a little surprised. This little pirate is really bold, he actually wants to release himself?

Just trying to restrain it with his ridiculous, pathetic magweave learned from a demon hunter?

That's ridiculous!

Even the first demon hunter, Illidan Stormrage, would not dare to deal with a dreadlord so casually. This little pirate is really brave and needs to be taught a lesson by the cruel reality.

Casanatiel made up his mind, and responded to Bo Laike's magical call in the next moment, and its eerie body was released from the soul lamp.

But before it let out a wild laugh, it slapped the pirate in front of him to death.

A drop of blood fell from the pirate's hand and hit the ground during the extraction ceremony.

It is a familiar process and a familiar operation.

Words popped out on the pirate's character card: Power attribute in the extraction of high-level divine power: Evil energy path: Cassanatir the Tranquil Advanced power path: Dark Titan Sargeras.

"Do not!"

The Dread Demon King let out a scream like a girl meeting a pervert, and it felt that its core strength was being taken away by the pirates in front of it with evil methods.

It tried to fight back, but the binding magweave on Bo Laike had already taken effect.

After losing its core strength, with its weak body, it could not resist the restraint from pirates.

Just like what happened to the kid Daglop just now.

Under the gaze of the crowd outside the door, the huge dreaded demon screamed and "melted" on the spot, and was pulled into the devil's cage made by pirates in the gust of wind.

Bu Laike's whole body was instantly wrapped in dark green smoke-like evil energy, which was very similar to the "magic" effect given by the Skull of Gul'dan.

In the messy laboratory, those evil energies were wrapped into a black "big egg".

But Laike looked calm.

This is not the first time he has "transformed". Before Gul'dan's skull was not damaged, he had experienced it several times. This terrible feeling of scorching evil energy flowing through his body.

It was as if he plunged into a magma pool, his body was melted and molded into a more hideous form.

The basic magic pattern on his body was working well, like chains, tightly trapping Kassanatier's spirit, and the character Kali in front of him, the divine power extraction ceremony ended soon.

There is another entry in the divine power column: The Tranquil One Loyal Traitor.

"Give me back my power!"

The dreadlord yelled in Bo Laike's mind, weaker than before without its core strength.

Without the blessing of fel energy and divine power, it is even weaker and unable to break through the imprisonment of the pirates' magic lines. It can only be shaped into the "heart demon" that pirates need in the continuous strengthening of the imprisonment.

"What's the noise! ​​Shut up! New here."

How could Miss Salatas miss this fun experience?

She shouted viciously to the noisy dreadlord:

"No more noise to eat you! Well, you, a soul full of darkness, rolled through the evil fryer, covered your body with sinful sesame seeds, and the smell of depravity is fragrant.

Seriously, make a noise, make a noise, let the little master give up on you.

Then, I would be happy to 'play' with you.

Ah, you must be a very playable toy. "

"Stop arguing, you two, my head hurts."

Bu Laike was wrapped in the storm of fel energy. He moved his body and said in a happy tone:

"I am a new recruit of the Watchmen, and my future career plan is to become the prisoner of the evil ones, ha, now I finally have my first 'prisoner'.

Seeing this scene, that stinky woman Maiev will definitely appreciate my efforts, but unfortunately, I don't need her affirmation.

All of this today is for the 'surprise' when I 'reunite' with her. "

"crash"

Under the gazes of everyone outside the laboratory, the "giant egg" wrapped in the fel energy storm shattered, and in the lingering dark green flame-like smoke, a pair of huge demonic bat wings suddenly spread out.

Bu Laike, who turned into the form of the Dreadlord, clasped Gul'dan's head with his sharp claws, and posed a signature pose of Dan Zong.

He moved his ferocious shoulders and neck with shining magic patterns, and said to everyone who looked at him in the most standard devil language:

"I have surpassed the pathetic Gul'dan. I have personally pushed the bottlenecked warlock magic to a new level. I have personally completed the foundation of the warlock school!"

"Everyone, please save face in the future. In front of outsiders, please call me the 'King of Warlocks'."

Speaking cold jokes in demonic language like a tape playing backwards, Laike looked at the translucent character card in front of him with satisfaction, and the experience bar locked by the Warlock profession had been unsealed.

His shadow trial is complete!

Well, you can happily fight monsters and upgrade again.

(end of this chapter)