Azeroth Shadow Trail

Chapter 673 4. Gul'dan is out of date, and the era of the uncle is next!

At the center of the dark cycle ritual, Bo Laike felt the imbued magic of the lost and found demonic transformation, his wings flapping, and with the help of Men Faith's deep understanding of shadow magic, he could easily create a storm of shadows.

This guy is much better than Cassana Tier, who has been imprisoned for more than two thousand years.

In Demon Avatar form, it can provide Bu Laike with several more Psychic Feedback than Serenity.

In addition to the "standard" rotting bee swarm, soul slumber, spirit whip, mind blast, hellfire call and bat swarm dissipation that are "standard" for the dreadlords, the third lord also has an extra blood-sucking aura, which can absorb opponents when attacking vitality.

And the two powerful shadow magics it used before, "Chaos Wave", "Dark Solitude" and "Shadow Creep".

This is enough to allow Laike to have a set of "skill trees" that are completely different from the regular warlock form after completing the demon transformation. Those ignorant enemies who think they can deal with stinky pirates in the same way as warlocks will definitely be shocked of.

However, just like the situation in Casanatir before, the third lord who had just been restrained as a demon was very disobedient, and he kept screaming and struggling in the pirate's heart.

The inner demons were so uncooperative that Bo Laike's demonic avatar was unstable and could not be maintained for as long as before.

But that's okay.

"Ha, this Nathrezim is much stronger than the weak Kassanatier, it will definitely be able to withstand all my 'new tricks', I can try many, many new ideas on it.

Come on, little master.

Leave it to me.

In half a month at most, I will give you back a well-behaved and obedient 'Shadow Demon King'! "

Miss Xalatas let out a weird laugh like an idiot.

She is already gearing up for a round of "Void Air Conditioning Training". She is very professional in this area, so the pirates don't have to worry about the stubbornness of the third lord.

He handed over this matter to Xal'atath, who volunteered, and gave her enough trust.

"Take it easy, don't make it a fool, I don't need a fool."

Bu Laike gave an order, which immediately attracted Xalatath's dissatisfied rebuttal:

"Hey, we agreed before, you can't call them demons! Your demons can only be me, the lovely and loyal void essence!"

"Okay, okay, you are my favorite demon, okay?"

The stinky pirate comforted the dissatisfied Xalatas just like comforting the bear child, saying:

"Go to work, don't expose the other side because of this side, the affairs of the black dragons are also very important."

"Don't worry, I'm super capable at work."

Miss Void Essence replied, and let out a weird laugh at Men Faith's roar, and went to play with it.

Bu Laike didn't want to see the next bad scene, so he closed the cage of his mind and let them both quarrel. This is a vicious and vicious "civil war", what does it have to do with him, an honest and stinky pirate?

Seeing that Bu Laike dissipated the demon incarnation and returned to the normal human form with ease, a group of warlocks and apprentice warlocks who were in a panic all bowed down to salute him.

This is respect for power.

The longing gleam in the warlocks' eyes was not hidden from Laike either.

It is the nature of warlocks to pursue all kinds of power, and the pirate didn't scold them for their ambitions. On the contrary, he also fueled the flames in front of these guys.

"Zarak, and Kanrethad, you and Xieyan are the first batch of warlocks to follow me! I have seen your growth in the past year, although I always call you incompetent waste, but that is also true. In order to urge you to progress."

Bu Laike coughed twice, and waved to the little murloc,

The latter reluctantly handed over an exquisite crystal bottle from his luggage.

This is a good thing obtained from the looting of Dalaran. It is a bottle dedicated to storing important magic raw materials. It is a high-level magic item in itself.

Under the watchful eyes of all the warlocks, Laike released the fel divine power named "Casanatyr Loyal Betrayal" in his divine power column.

Using the technique of trolls to make "magic essence", drop the weak but very pure high-level fel power into the crystal bottle. After ten seconds, there will be half a bottle of sticky slime in the bottle. Green magic.

Bo Laike plugged the lid on and shook the thing before his eyes.

He looked at Zarak and the skinny boy who were eager to see through their eyes, smiled, and threw the bottle to them.

Say:

"I remember all your contributions to the Fleet and the Black Sickle Priory. Your hard work and dedication should be generously rewarded. This is my reward for you. Take it and share it with Xieyan.

The amount of this evil energy is not much, but it is extremely pure.

It is said to be a gift from the dark titan Sargeras. Although it was changed hands by Kassanatier, it is still a dream for warlocks in the material world.

It will open up new branching avenues in your career. "

After finishing speaking, the smelly pirate waved his hands and said to a group of warlocks:

"Now, go down, continue to work, and continue to serve the school. I am a generous person, and your dedication will eventually be rewarded."

The troll Zarak, who was holding the bottle of divine power with a chuckle on his face, disregarded the presence of so many people, half-kneeled down on the spot without dignity, flattering loudly, looking like he wanted to hold the captain's shoe and lick it.

Everyone else looked sideways.

Why is this troll like this!

It's really out of style, disgusting.

But to be honest, if you can get such an award just by licking your shoes, absolutely none of the warlocks present would hesitate.

Unfortunately, acquiring power is never that simple.

After driving away a group of warlocks, Braike let out a sigh of relief. He put on his clothes, looked at the three legendary mages who had gathered, and looked at the weird skull held by Dean Lanyue. Crafted dagger.

It was the booty left in place by the Mental Faith after being "eliminated" from the physical world.

It is very, very evil, like a spine that was forcibly extracted from the body of some kind of creature, plus the melting and casting of magic steel and devil gems.

When held by Dean Lanyue, the dagger made of the spine was still exuding evil and scorching magic power.

"That's my spine! Give it back!"

Before Laike could finish speaking, the skull of the Eredar "Old Master" Sazier, who was floating beside him, moved his upper and lower jaws, and roared at Dean Lanyue:

"You ignorant bugs are trying to erode my power! I will take revenge on you usurpers! I will drive you into the endless abyss of pain!"

"That's great, another evil weapon that has its own consciousness and can talk. I knew that my disciples would gain a lot of insight and see these surprising and tiring things."

Dean Lanyue looked at the skull roaring towards her with a blank expression, and then glanced at the holy staff of Aluneth in his hand. The ancient element sensed her gaze, and immediately screamed:

"What do you mean by that disgusting look in your eyes! You ignorant old woman! The noble me is not the same as that sad head, I haven't been cut into pieces by anyone!

I am much better than it. "

"Who are you calling weak! You pathetic, weak elemental bound in a cage."

Hearing Aluneth's sarcasm, Sakir's Skull shouted back immediately, not to be outdone, and cursed:

"When I was still alive, I wanted to escape from your exquisite but fragile cage, but I never needed help. I am a top magic master!

And you are just an ignorant element being exploited.

You growl like a dog, begging your master to give you a little bone, you can't fight without someone to hold you.

whispering sound.

Your existence is a perfect interpretation of the word pathetic.

You monster only looks scary, but the magic that gives you consciousness can only barely hold you together in the material world, as long as a small shadow impact can interrupt the ritual that supports you, you will collapse by yourself. "

Not only was it mocking Aluneth, but it also casually said where Aluneth's greatest weakness was. As a result, this sentence seemed to scare the noisy arcane elements.

The other party fell silent.

This kind of silence immediately attracted the curiosity of Dean Lanyue. She pushed her crystal glasses and glanced at the sacred staff of the guardian who was occasionally not obedient in her hand.

And asked with great interest:

"Honorable, Mr. Skull, can you tell me in detail about that little weakness of my weapon? I am very interested in it."

"No!"

The ancient element screamed:

"Don't tell her!

You stupid devil, if you say it, we will die together! Don't think I don't know, your skull and your spine are a set of magical instruments!

Your head may be protected by magic and indestructible, but your spine can be recast by some kind of elemental magic. Hehe, if you dare to talk nonsense, we will die together! "

At this time, the old man Sakir, who had won the weapon quarrel, also fell silent.

Obviously, the cunning Aluneth also seized its weakness.

"Stop arguing, my brain hurts from your magic shock."

Sitting on the altar of the ceremony, Bu Laike first scolded the two "bad" weapons, and then took Sakir's magic spine from the hands of Dean Lanyue.

Put it in front of your eyes and turn it over and over again.

This spine, like Thakir's skull, is full of traces of exquisite and evil dark magic. While admiring the evil spine dagger, Laike said with great interest:

"I know you are a product of 'phrenology', Your Excellency Sakir.

Can you tell me how Archimonde made your skull into such an evil and powerful magic weapon while maintaining your consciousness? "

"Not interested in!"

Sakir rebuffed:

"Are you crazy? Do you take pleasure in my suffering? You damned pervert! I've done what I promised, poor Mon Faith you've 'eaten'.

Now it's time for you to keep your promises too!

Give me the Enlightenment Seal, and I will use it to break the seal Archimonde imposed on me, and remind me of those cruel and powerful dark magics.

I want to go back for revenge!

I'm going to strangle that poor bastard with my own hands Well, I don't have hands, maybe I should get someone with strong arms to help me. "

"What is phrenology?"

Prince Farondis, who was listening to the conversation between Bu Laike and Sakir, asked with great interest:

"Sounds like a wicked doctrine?"

"Well, yes, it's savage and evil, but it's also useful."

Bu Laike raised the head of Gul'dan in his hand and explained to Prince Farondis:

"Phrenology is the theory of studying the skull and using it to infer intellectual aptitude, and it was popular around the Second Commonwealth of the Argus world.

Proponents of this theory believe that the intellectual attributes of living organisms, such as will, memory, and perception, correspond to the various sizes and specific shapes of living organisms' skulls.

According to this dark theory, if a living body's skull structure is suitable for casting spells, then even after the body's death, its skull is still suitable for channeling magical energy, so it can be made into a magic weapon according to the mysterious skills of phrenology.

The stronger the spellcasting ability in front of an individual, the more powerful the artifacts made from his skull.

However, because the realization method of phrenology was too barbaric, it was difficult to be used in daily life. At the end of the Second Common Reign, this theory was abandoned by the spellcasters of eredar.

In the era when it was popular, the most famous phrenologist was our Uncle Sakir, and of course his "loyal" apprentice Archimonde.

Our 'grandfather' is a big fan of phrenology.

He is famous for crafting the skull artifact of the ancestors of the eredar wizards, and is revered for it.

His disciple Archimonde paid tribute to him in the same 'hardcore' way, chopped off his head with his own hands, and made his skull into a magic weapon.

This is the skull we see now. "

The smelly pirate grinned, stroked the head of Gul'dan in his hand, and said:

"From the point of view of phrenology of the Eredar people, the skull of our great warlock Gul'dan originally had the potential to become a top-level magic weapon. Unfortunately, it was damaged once, and the current form is the limit it can achieve .”

Speaking of this, Bu Laike sighed regretfully and said:

"I thought Gul'dan's legacy of generosity would be with me to the end. But now I suddenly find that it is outdated."

He patted Gul'dan's head and said:

"Times have changed, dog egg, I will still take you with me, but in the future it will only exist in the form of decorations, there is no need to feel sad about this parting.

Because I've found a more suitable spellcasting skull.

It's noisy though.

But it's much better than you. "

He looked at Grandpa Sakir, who noticed Bu Laike's shining eyes, and it felt a chill, and suddenly yelled:

"Do you think you are the first creature from a doomed world to come to me for help?

Do not!

You and your world will be destroyed before the power of the Burning Legion, and I will continue to be enslaved by these bastards forever!

So, save your energy and jump into the fire pit by yourself!

I will not serve you! "

"Your will to resist is admirable, Mr. Sakir. But unfortunately, some things are not up to you."

Bo Laike rose to his feet, and he pulled the silent Ulthalus Deadwindreaper from his pack, snapping Thalkiel's spine against the low-profile warlock's scythe.

At the moment when the two evil artifacts from the legion came into contact, the ancestor dreaded demon king Ursalus, who was trapped in the scythe, let out a wild laugh.

It felt the power of the same source.

It began to absorb greedily.

With the shriek of the rebellious Sakir, it began to devour.

"I will crush you first, then tame you."

Bu Laike, holding a scythe, said to the screaming Thakir:

"If I find out that I don't have this ability in the end, I will destroy you without hesitation!

I will not let you serve others, the damage you will do to my future if you fall into the hands of demons, I would rather crumble you into crumbs than allow you to return to the Twisting Nether! "

"No! Inferior people! I will never do it!"

Thalkiel howled to throw his signature Shadow Blast at Bo Laike, but was interrupted by the cunning Rod of Aluneth throwing an Arcane Blast.

It's wishing this nasty old devil got killed here by Boo Laike.

"Enough! Enough, stop! I will serve you, just for a while."

Sakir yelled:

"Give me back my spine, hell! Also, can you find a moment to conjure a body for me?"

(end of this chapter)