Shadow Trails in Azeroth

Chapter 1000 96. Are you Black Shaw? Come, kiss this ring - additional update for Brothers of the Unburied Sword [210]

The entire Zul'Farrak was filled with burning evil fire, making it difficult for the bewildered trolls to form an effective counterattack for a while.

The main reason is that this formation is too scary.

Who uses twelve giant dragons as the vanguard for a surprise attack?

Is this a stab at the dragon's nest?

The Sandfury Trolls living in remote areas had never seen the Storm Dragon. They thought it was also an Aspect Dragon, causing their morale to drop even before the war officially started.

Some trolls with guilty consciences even took advantage of the chaos and fled with people.

Mainly because they had just organized a group of people not long ago to "explore" the Bronze Dragon Holy Land Cave of Time in the Tanaris Desert.

The Sandfury Trolls plan to use the empty dragon's lair as their second city in the Tanaris Desert. The caves of time have very good terrain and ample water sources, making it a good base camp choice. land.

But before their arrogant "immigration plan" even started, giant dragons came to visit. These unlucky people thought that their reckless actions had angered the dragon guardians and provoked the dragons to retaliate.

Before I started beating myself, I was a little scared.

While the city was in chaos, Black had already slipped into Zul'Farrak alone. He was speeding under the moonlight with ease, without even needing Bwonsamdi beside him to guide him.

In this "maze" surrounded by strange buildings similar to desert huts built by the Sand Fury Trolls, the stinky pirates wandered to the temple area where the martyr Seka was as if they were going home.

It's said to be a temple area, but it's actually a ruined area that has collapsed into ruins.

It is adjacent to the mountains outside Zul'Farrak, and troll-style tombstones can still be seen among the collapsed buildings.

It is surrounded by weathered walls that look like a wasteland. It is hard to imagine that Muezala's last shrine would be located in such a desolate place.

Judging from the traces of sand around it, even the Sandfury Trolls in the city of Zul'Farrak rarely come here.

"Be careful, there are death scarab nests all around. Just under the sandy ruins, there are nests of those horrible things on every inch of the ground."

As Blake walked into the ruins, Bwonsamdi reminded:

"Those scarabs are the symbol of Mu'ezala, and they are also the last creatures left in the material world to bless them. They only grow in the two adjacent deserts of Tanaris and Silithus in the entire world.

These little things carry terrible poison. If you are bitten by one, you can start praying to the god you believe in. If you are a non-believer.

Well, you have about ten seconds to temporarily choose a belief to repent of your sins, and then pray that you can go to heaven. "

"There is such a good thing? Why didn't you tell me earlier?"

The stinky pirate grinned and stepped onto this desolate land. There was no vibration at all when his feet stepped on the ground. Naturally, he would not disturb the scarabs underground.

But Blake took the initiative to reach out and push the ground away. After a while, several black hard-shelled scarabs were held in his hands.

These little things are about the size of a baby's fist, but their black carapace has patterns similar to skulls. The silver-gray pattern makes these highly poisonous things look full of a weird beauty.

The pirate picked up the Defiler fragment and poked it inside the scarab, and a full poison sac fell into his hand.

"Poison, bam, I don't have much use for destructive methods. But although I can't use it, my followers can use it. Entrusting them with this instantly fatal poison will definitely bring more to this world. Change."

Blake grinned, grabbed a few more scarabs and threw them into his bag, intending to take them back to make gifts for the Uncrowned Ones.

The result was Bwonsamdi's faint taunt:

"You're laughing so hard that you don't need poison. I saw you putting poison bottles in your luggage last night. Don't tell me that those green liquids are what you use to drink.

You're a disgustingly hypocritical guy. "

"What? Did you start hating me before it was all over? My dear Bwonsamdi."

Blake curled his lips and said in a sarcastic tone:

"Oh, I understand, you are the legendary 'scumbag', no wonder Shadra once wanted to kill you. You should be grateful to Muezala for his blessing that you can survive until now.

Alas, the protected and weak adopted son turned evil and cowardly, and colluded with outsiders to smash the urn of his adoptive father. What a misfortune for the family. "

"whispering sound"

Bwonsamdi shut up.

The old troll also had to admit that in terms of talking nonsense, he might be on par with Blake, but when it came to sarcastic oral skills, there was at least ten old garni differences between him and Blake.

After the pirate finished getting the poison sac, he raised his head and looked ahead.

Under the spire of a stone tablet that has not yet collapsed, there are many troll slates placed in various directions. Most of the words on them can no longer be seen clearly, but some carvings can be seen vaguely on a few of them.

"This is a spiritual comfort shrine left behind after the victory between the Troll Empire and the Qiraji. It has been almost 14,000 years ago."

Bwonsamdi, who was no longer venomous, introduced Blake like a dedicated tour guide:

"That's why the Sandfury trolls are here.

They are not desert trolls, but loyal vanguards of the troll empire. They protect the frontier and the glory of victory for the empire. In real terms, the Sandfury clan is the most glorious clan besides the Zandalari trolls.

It's a pity that now even they themselves have forgotten their former glory.

The original reason for the establishment of Zul'Farrak was to serve as a place of comfort for the heroes who died in the War of the Insects, so there is a shrine of Mu'ezara here.

I used to have a shrine here too.

It's a pity that I abandoned it after the Skyfall. It was such a mistake. I should have discovered this oversight earlier. "

"It's actually not too late now. After all, this kind of thing is so unpopular that it has lasted for more than 10,000 years. Only you trolls who have been in despair for more than 10,000 years can record the mood.

Despite the glory of the past, the defeated dogs cannot accept the cruel beatings of reality and can only seek comfort in the glory of their ancestors.

I understand.

Although escape is shameful, it is often useful. "

"Has anyone ever told you that your mouth really deserves a beating! If I weren't so weak now, I wouldn't be able to beat you."

As the troll masks were flying, Black ignored Bwonsamdi's complaints. He squatted down, reached out and wiped the troll tablet in front of him, and saw the words on it recording the name and deeds of Mu'ezala, the father of the night. .

This is the last piece of literature related to Muezala left in Azeroth. If you take it back, Dean Blue Moon might reward himself with a big medal.

But it's a pity.

"boom"

Salamani quietly unsheathed her body, piercing it with a burning fire. As Black's blade swung, it shattered the stone slab in front of him with one blow.

"good!"

Bwonsamdi let out a cry of joy as he watched Mu'ezara's stone tablet being shattered.

He said:

"I should have asked you to do this earlier. My useless priests don't even dare to look at it, for fear of offending Muezala, let alone destroying such an ancient stone tablet.

Sure enough, professional matters should be left to professionals, and despicable pirates with no bottom line must do the damage!

The shrine is in the ruins ahead. Work harder and we'll finish it tonight. "

"Well, the surrounding air is a bit cold. As you said, Muezala has indeed arranged something here."

The moment the pirates stepped into the ruins passage in front of them, the surrounding darkness began to twist, and the shadows swayed to cover the pirates' rear and front.

Following the gloomy call of the night, several troll ghosts wearing armor emerged from the liquid darkness beside them, twisting their bodies like fish under water.

"Damn it! These are all my troll heroes hidden in the other world. They are all famous queens, chiefs and governors of the Zandalari trolls and other clans."

When Bwonsamdi saw these weird spirits, he cursed:

"This is my most proud collection. That bastard Muezala actually uses them as consumables. Be gentle, my friend, and don't destroy the integrity of their souls.

Unafraid of harm, these ghosts from the dead world are simply incomprehensible to others, but simple to you. A weakened anima is enough to send them back to the Otherworld.

Just use the method I taught you before to harvest the anima they were given.

Once I get my land back, I'll 'fix' them again. "

"Then try this."

Blake glanced at Salamani in his hand. He let out a long breath and put his two-handed sword in a strange sword-fighting posture. The next moment, several troll ghosts attacked him.

It is a completely different form from the spiritual body in the material world, and it seems that it will not be affected by the power of reality.

The solid sword blade will scrape their bodies without leaving any damage, and the magic bombardment will also be absorbed and counterattacked by them with strange energy.

but.

"Eat my great enemy destroyer!"

Blake let out a roar, swept the sword forward and slashed forward, then rotated and slashed in the next moment.

The infusion of the divine power of the void causes the waving of the sword to bring out the purple light of the fire of the void. The power from the Titan's swordsmanship to compress the divine power and then explode it hits the ghosts in front of them, making them as weak as if they were torn apart.

The strange power of anima can be interfered with by divine power. This is a secret that only a few people know. And on the pirate's character card, there are new prompts dancing:

Anima extraction begins. One-third of the progress. Anima is gathering. Anima power appears.

"boom"

Salamani slashed across the neck of a troll ghost holding two axes with a wild sweep, drawing out the last ray of anima from his body.

The familiar scorching power followed the weapon and gathered in the palm of the pirate's hand, turning into a ball of gray-black and pale light.

Blake held onto it instead of absorbing it as "experience" as before. When his fingers touched it, the properties and name of this anima were also interpreted:

Name: Hurricane Core

Quality: Pale Anima Orb

Requirements:

1. Possess [Warrior] or related occupations

2. [Whirlwind] skill proficiency reaches mastery or above

Anima special effects:

50% of the damage caused by [Whirlwind] or [Blade Storm] type skill attacks can be used to restore vitality.

"It's a cool thing, but it kind of sucks."

Black sighed, and was about to crush his anima into "experience" to upgrade his Warden career level, but was stopped by Bwonsamdi:

"Just because you can't use it yourself doesn't mean you can't give it to others! According to old Bwonsamdi's advice, mortals can't understand the power of anima because they can't understand the true meaning of the power of death.

But the appearance of you, a freak, means that the precious knowledge from the world of the dead can also be accepted and used in the material world.

You can give anima to other people, such as that stupid warrior next to you. "

Bwonsamdi reminded:

"This is your advantage, and you have to make good use of it. You have to understand that the power given to believers by Loa is also achieved through the power of the heart.

And you now have the power of Loa in your hands!

I also know that you have the ‘method to become a god’ left by Zemlan, and Loa has always been one of your choices. Why not start harnessing this power now? "

The smelly pirate's eyes lit up. He glanced at the ball of pale and dark light in his hand and said:

"I never thought of this kind of gameplay before, but how long can this thing be kept?"

"It's not as short as you think, but it's definitely not too long either."

Bwonsamdi chuckled and said:

"So you'd better destroy the shrine quickly, and then we can have fun playing tricks. I'm not bragging. I have experience in this area."

"OK."

Blake seemed to have opened the door to a new world, and quickly sent the remaining ghosts back to the Shadow Realm, harvesting three more balls of pale anima.

It's not that the people sent by Muezala are too weak. In fact, these few anima ghosts guarding this place are almost foolproof.

Anyone other than Black who comes here will only die.

Anima protects the ghosts from being harmed by the swords of the material world, unless they are forcibly broken by divine power, or their hiding place is destroyed by a large-scale bombardment that flattens the ruins.

Otherwise, even warriors like Heya would come in and die one by one.

Blake's freehand ease is based on his cheating.

"This shrine is really broken!"

The pirate passed through the dark tunnel and immediately saw the stone shrine placed in the darkness in front of him.

A shrine that has not been maintained for more than 10,000 years shows absolutely no trace of sacred majesty. At first glance, it looks like a stone pillar totem carved with skulls and other symbols of beasts. If it had not been buried underground, it would have been broken by weathering.

"Quick, break it!"

Bwonsamdi urged.

The Troll Talker's voice was trembling, he was obviously too excited.

Blake did not disappoint him. He took a step forward and slashed Salamani on the stone pillar. The surrounding darkness seemed to be hurt by this knife.

Amidst the piercing weird screams and angry scoldings, the stone pillars shattered and collapsed, causing the entire cold place to quickly return to normal temperature.

The pirate knew that his sword had successfully put him at the top of the hate list of the Father of Night.

But he doesn't care.

As Bwonsamdi said, if Mu'ezala's last connection with the material world is destroyed, the Father of Night can only become a lonely ghost wreaking havoc in the Shadow Realm.

Do you still want to use the sword of the Shadow Realm to kill the stinky pirates of my material world?

You think beautifully!

"Ha, done."

Black stood up with his sword sheathed, patted the dust on his hands, and celebrated with the ecstatic old Bwonsamdi. If there was no entity here, the angry old troll would definitely dance for the smelly pirate.

But while the two villains were sharing their joy, in the broken and writhing shadow of the shrine, a strange black shadow quietly emerged, as if it was squeezing out from a closed door.

The moment she tried to get close to the pirate, the cold Salamani was quietly unsheathed and pressed against the plump chest of the one approaching.

"This fear witch. I don't really like strangers approaching me."

Blake turned around in the darkness and looked at the strange female fear devil in front of him.

He said in amazement:

"I always thought you were a legend. Many people said that the Nathrezim are only male. Well, I don't mean to humiliate you. I am just telling the truth. Ignorant people think that the Dread Lords are all gays."

"What a joke, if there are no women, how can the Nasrezim reproduce?"

The fear witch who was pointed with a sword was not afraid.

She moved her gorgeous blood-red armor with a sense of corrupt beauty, and waved her wings decorated with red-gold gems and her small and exquisite devil horns. She put her hands on her hips and said arrogantly to Blake in front of her:

"You! Mortal, are you Black Shaw? Did I find the wrong person?"

"Well, I should be."

The pirate looked up and down at the Dread Witch's gorgeous and elegant set of luxurious armor and bright red long cloak, and he said:

"Are you the envoy of Emperor Denathrius?"

"You are quite discerning. It seems that the rumored story about you as a prophet who knows everything is not false."

The Dread Witch laughed, looked at Blake with admiration, and said:

"I am the messenger of the Supreme Emperor. I borrowed the ridiculous Muezala's shrine to come to the material world to convey the Emperor's will to you.

But first, come forward, mortal!

Kiss the seal of the Lord of Eternal Pain and pledge your loyalty to Revendreth. "