Shadow Trails in Azeroth

On the Burning Sea under the mist, Black's domineering "resignation" to hand himself over to Hades was displayed in front of Habron's eyes.

But he will soon be beaten.

With the demonic state given by the Skull of Gul'dan, Blake's mortal body was strengthened to a critical state with shadow and evil energy, coupled with the blessing of a series of powerful effects, and the legendary blade Sankesu in his hand.

He chopped down these Kvaldir Mist Undead like melons and vegetables.

But Hablon is an opponent on another level entirely.

The origin of this guy is a mystery.

He just appears in the form of a dead Vrykul now, which does not mean that his soul is a Vrykul. God knows where this guy comes from.

However, in his previous gaming career, Black had heard of a speculation that Habulon was actually a "star body" and a member of the glorious Titan creation.

Following Hela, she rebelled against the protector forces left by the gods in Azeroth.

Not to mention Hela's blessing of death power, Habulon himself is also a legendary spellcaster.

He had not participated in the war before, not because of fear, but because it was unnecessary. Because of things like the dignity of the strong, Black Shaw, a mere betrayer, was not worthy of him going to the end in person and going to war.

It's enough to have the Kvaldir Mist Warriors on the field.

But now, things are subtly different.

"Stop pretending, betrayer, how long can this cursed form last? Borrowed power is always borrowed, and in a few minutes, you will be back in that weak mortal form.

You will only be weaker then. "

Habron looked at the burning sea filled with gunpowder smoke and evil fire. The hundreds of Kvaldir vanguard he sent out had suffered heavy losses.

It's like a sheep entering a tiger's mouth.

The soul leader stared at Blake, who was in a demonized state and possessed by the power of shadow evil energy. His gray and ruthless eyes blinked. After a few seconds, he shook his head and said:

"How long can that barrier on your soul protect you?"

"Long enough for me to find Bwonsamdi!"

Blake grinned, and the wings made of shadow evil energy extended behind him, leading him to rush towards Habulon. The legendary blade in his hand was entangled with scorching flames, and there were burning evil energy sacrifices all over his body.

He roared angrily, held Sankesu in the air with both hands, and looked at Habulon's neck with the sharp blade in a posture like a falling meteor.

"clang"

The war scythe forged with the power of death in the hand of the soul leader was raised, and it collided with Sankesu who was cutting him head-on. He blocked the legendary sword in the air. This was Blake's first surprise attack to kill countless people after he got Sankesu. Return with success.

His figure disappeared in front of the soul-drawing man. He activated the Shadow Step and turned into a plume of black smoke. He then appeared behind Habulon. He swung the sword again, but the flaming blade swept away everything.

Several pale runes appeared around the soul leader, and disappeared with his body.

Seeing that he was unable to track down the enemy, Blake immediately activated the Shadow Cloak.

In the next moment, the whistling dark red sickle blades crisscrossed from behind, cutting into the floating shadows around Blake, as if they were driven into a tunnel with smoke flying around, and the deck beneath Blake's feet was lifted and shattered.

The pirate's figure disappeared from the spot, and with a speed trampled by evil energy, he left the Nagfar and jumped back to a burning dragon-headed longship on the sea ahead.

In less than a round of fighting, the demonized body was covered with cut and broken scars.

This thick layer of shadow evil magic wrapped around his body was like a gap being opened, allowing the magic to drain away quickly.

"You use power that does not belong to you to show off your power! Betrayer."

Habron held the war sickle in his left hand and held the soul-inducing lamp in his right hand. Amidst the echo of the horn of Naqfar, he shouted loudly:

"The evil thing you are holding in your hands will make Her Majesty the Queen extremely happy. Hand it over! Hand over that precious soul! I will bring a peaceful death here so that you do not have to suffer eternal torture!"

"You want this?"

Blake grinned, clasping the Skull of Gul'dan hanging on his chest in his demonic hand, posing in a classic pose of Mr. Dan, the clasped skull burning with dark green evil fire.

Blake's demonized face became increasingly gloomy as the light shone on him.

He raised the flaming blade in his other hand and said provocatively:

"Come and get it yourself!"

"Captain! Answer the call quickly!"

At the same time, the voice of the orc warlock Diga Evil Eye sounded in Blake's ears like a distant wind.

There is also a delicate power of shadow that disrupts the rules of space, like shadow tentacles flying out of the fog, buckling Blake's entire body into it.

The scene was like a shadow octopus with teeth and claws, rushing out from the shadow crack that opened in place, swallowing the pirates whole.

Warlock magic. Summoning ritual.

Borrow the power of shadow to break the constraints of space and accurately summon the person with the soul stone beacon to the place where the ritual is performed.

This is a rare teleportation magic among warlocks.

"Hahaha"

Blake laughed as he once again absorbed the magic power of Gul'dan's Skull, and together with all the remaining magic power from his demonic state that was about to end, he launched "Final Killing".

"boom"

The evil flames wrapped in shadows flew out from Black's claws, shaping into a huge chaotic energy in the air like a dragon's collision, and flew out of control the moment he took action.

The rolling shadows and fel magic theory skills are completely worth mentioning.

But in terms of destructive power alone, it is definitely close to the level of legendary magic.

This dangerous full-force blow hit Habulon, who raised his scythe in front of him and had an angry look on his face. When he was blocked by a pale light curtain, Blake was also freed from the demonization.

The whole person rolled and was pulled into the shadow crack that closed behind him.

At the moment when he disappeared from this chaotic coast, he did not forget to raise his middle finger and gave Hablon a "warm" farewell.

Everything is planned.

Except that the summoning ritual started a minute or two late, if it weren't for the demonic state, Black would have finished playing it long ago, but isn't that the meaning of the trump card?

Every time you walk between life and death, turn over your trump card, throw down the weight, and pull the balance of victory toward yourself.

"boom"

Black's figure rolled and smashed down from the shadow rift, hitting the orc warlock who couldn't dodge with impact, interrupting the shadow summoning ceremony he was presiding over.

The exquisite mana model composed of the magic power drawn from all around quickly collapsed, causing the gathered shadows to quickly dissipate.

Seeing Blake being summoned back alive from the fog, the orcs around him looked at me and me, and some of the younger ones couldn't help but let out embarrassing cheers.

But their human captain is still alive, escaping from the clutches of death once again, which is indeed something to be happy about.

"Ahem, why are you standing there? Give me a hand."

Blake lay on the ground in a panic, coughing and making a hoarse, dry sound.

He tried to get up, but his limbs were so numb that he couldn't.

After breaking away from the powerful demonic state, an indescribable feeling of weakness engulfed him, making him feel as if he had stayed up all night for ten days, and every bone was trembling.

In addition to physical weakness, there is also mental loss.

After experiencing the powerful posture of being in the demonic state, where people block people and kill people, and Buddha blocks and kills Buddha, returning to the weak ordinary state again is like having a beautiful dream that cannot be retained.

Two Ravage Orcs hurried over and helped the brave captain up from the ground. Garona handed over the water bag and let the chapped Black Bull drink.

But his throat and stomach were still burning, as if he had swallowed charcoal.

Taking advantage of his breath, he glanced at the character card, and as he expected, he entered the "weak" state:

Status: Mortal body (weak). Evil energy hunger and thirst

He twitched because of the weakness rising in his body. Just as he was about to look around the beach, he saw the demi-lich Merry Dongfeng walking up.

Without saying anything else, the old mage stretched out his rotten fingers and clasped Black's chin.

His eyes that could make a child cry, stared at Blake's eyes carefully, then nodded and said to Blake:

"You're done."

"Huh? Master, don't scare me!"

Blake's words made Blake feel quite uneasy. Next to him, Garona also sighed, took out a small mirror from her pocket, and handed it to Blake for him to look at.

The pirate picked up the delicacy and looked into his own eyes.

Then he discovered that in the deepest part of his light blue pupils, two invisible green light spots were beating, which was very evil.

"Infusing a large amount of fel energy at once is risking your life! I don't know how you survived, but it has begun to eat away at your body. You will become addicted to fel energy like those warlocks.

Even if you suppress it yourself, your body will instinctively crave more evil energy. "

The legendary assassin crossed his arms and said quietly:

"The warlocks in the Shadow Council have come here step by step. I have seen them many times."

"Don't listen to their nonsense, captain. Fel energy is not a bad thing. We warlocks rely on it to become powerful. It is no different from other powers.

It is more generous than other powers. "

Next to him, Tiga Xieyan looked unconcerned.

The one-eyed orc looked at the captain who had escaped from the soul attractor for the second time with admiration. With excitement, he took out a bone cup from the magic bag.

A magic was released and wrapped around the cup. Soon, there was a ball of viscous liquid evil energy in the cup.

Green and shiny

It's like some kind of fruit drink that exudes a pungent smell and contains radiation.

"Drink, Captain, and you will be relieved of your weakness."

Xie Yan handed the liquid evil energy in his hands to his captain. He said in a hoarse voice with a bewitching tone:

"Drink, this is the fate of us warlocks! This is your fate! We draw strength from disasters. Those who cannot kill me will eventually make us stronger!"

Black's eyes twitched as he looked at the "Fel Coke" handed to him by his legionnaire. His nostrils twitched, but the smell that should have been pungent and disgusting made his throat move up and down.

His body was weirdly craving this thing.

Obviously, the "evil energy hunger" status in the status bar refers to this weird desire.

"Forget it. Keep this good thing for yourself and enjoy it."

The captain closed his eyes and weakly but firmly pushed away the evil energy handed over by the evil eye. He said to the regretful second officer:

"I have a unique way to satisfy my addiction. Give me a soul stone."

Evil Eye immediately handed over a soul stone respectfully, and Blake took it in his hand. He closed his five fingers and struck with shadow magic, breaking the soul stone into pieces, and then took the howling soul inside into his palm.

A stream of heat surged into his arms, making the weak Blake immediately feel a sense of spiritual satisfaction.

He groaned, and his weak limbs seemed to have gained strength, and he no longer needed the support of the Ravager Orc guards. He turned around, holding the legendary blade, and walked a few steps toward the beach behind him.

Looking at the mist-shrouded sea in the distance.

The mist on the sea is dispersing, and Habulon is recovering the power of Hades, proving that Blake's final kill did not harm the powerful soul attractor.

As the fog receded, the sea full of burning ruins was also reflected in the night. The sea in the darkness seemed to be lit up with lamps, causing the orcs behind him to scream in surprise.

Only then did they realize what kind of scene Blake had created during the ten minutes he stayed in the fog.

But Blake didn't care about that.

His eyes looked at the largest flame on the sea. It was his ship. It was burning and sinking after being exploded. It was the first ship he had controlled since his rebirth.

“It carried me through the sea of ​​crisis, it sank for my victory, it accompanied me to the last moment, and even if I died, it never complained.

What a nice ship but I don't even know its name

I'm such a bad captain. "