Shadow Trails in Azeroth

Chapter 1121 217. I am really a genius - monthly ticket plus updates [1320]

"It's unbelievable!"

In a house in Evernight Harbor, Hamuul Runetotem, the wise bull of the Bloodhoof clan, widened his eyes and looked at the green light lingering in his hands.

He held a magic tree seed in his hand, and under the guidance of the Great Druid of the Moon Claw next to him, he was slightly unfamiliar with calling for the power of nature to be poured into the seed.

The tree seed slowly gave birth to a sapling in Hamuul's hands, and then grew branches under the constant catalysis of natural energy, and finally turned into a small branch with emerald green leaves.

It looks very compact and beautiful.

For a skilled shaman, Hamuul showed qualified spellcasting ability, but his ability to complete the awakening of tree species when he came into contact with natural magic for the first time was really disappointing to the Moonclaw Master next to him. Rui exclaimed repeatedly.

"You are a genius who practices natural magic! Hamuul."

The Archdruid of Moonclaw sighed:

"Your talents should not be used on illusory elemental powers. That is a waste of your potential. You should be a Druid by nature!

If you wish, I can serve as your introducer to the Cenarion Order. "

"But why are you letting me try this?"

The Wisdom Ox did not immediately answer the invitation of the Moonclaw Archdruid. He swung his tail and asked in a strange tone:

"Did you discover my talent in natural magic from the beginning? No, do the druids have some secret method that allows them to see a person's potential with their eyes?"

"Well, that's not the case."

The Archdruid of Moonclaw, who was summoned from Val'sharah to Moonglade, shook his head.

This old man never liked to lie to people. When faced with Hamuul's doubts, he said honestly:

"It was Black. He made the prophecy the last time I met. He said that the reconciliation between the tauren and the Lord of the Forest would not only bring peace to Desolace, but also bring a capable person to the Cenarion Order. Become a pillar-like genius.

I thought he was talking about Warchief Kane.

But after meeting you, I realized that the genius druid in Blake's prophecy was you. "

Moonpaw pointed at the sapling in Hamuul's hand and said:

"This is a natural awakening ritual that can only be completed by high-level druids. It allows the magic seeds to enter a growth state within a few minutes. It represents the high affinity between the caster and the natural force.

You have never systematically studied natural magic before, Hamuir. You relied on your talent to do this.

This is truly amazing potential.

The last person to do this was Fandral Staghelm, a disciple of Malfurion Stormrage. You have proven that you are as talented as Staghelm. The Cenarion Order will get a tauren Archdru. Yi.

This will be the new blood of the forces of nature!

Your joining will open a new era for the Cenarion Order. After you, the young people of the Bloodhoof clan will also have one more choice of power.

This is not a bad thing for you or us, what do you think? "

"I personally would love to."

The wise cow glanced at the sapling in his hand.

To be honest, when he was experiencing the power of nature just now, he did feel smoother and more satisfied than when he manipulated elements before.

As if this is his innate ability, the response of natural forces to him is more than ten times that of the elements.

The great Druid of the Moon Claw's praise was correct. Perhaps Hamuul, an old cow, was born to belong to the natural alignment.

"But I have to talk it over with Kane."

Hamuul shook his tail and said to the Archdruid of Moonclaw:

"I am a tauren of the Bloodhoof clan first, and then a qualified person of the power of nature. My personal pursuits must be placed after the needs of the clan. Please give me some time to think, Archdruid.

I will eventually give you an answer. "

"Of course, I am waiting for your answer, maybe this is what the King of the Forest wants to see.

We share the power of nature with the tauren, and together we guard the natural order, which will dilute the complicated past between you and the Lord of the Forest.

When we become true partners, the memories of suffering will be healed. "

The Great Druid of the Moon Claw smiled and nodded. He was about to say a few more words to Hamuul when he saw an outrageously tall figure squeezing into the room with difficulty.

After a bang, Black's bodyguard, the legendary bear warrior Tur Raging Claw, looked at the door frame that he had accidentally squeezed in embarrassment. He grinned with a simple smile and said to the Arch Druid of Moon Claw:

"Well, Your Excellency Archdruid, the captain asked me to inform you that he is ready to enter the seal of the Nian Beast to seek the demigod's blessing for the Wolf's Edge Halberd in his hand. It has been unlocked. The power of that weapon.

He said that you personally promised him that you would help him complete this matter. "

"Oh, I almost forgot about that."

The Great Druid of the Moon Claw patted his forehead, stood up, and said to the Bear Warrior:

"This matter has been approved by the King of the Forest. My companions and I need some time to unlock the seal of the Nian Beast on Luna Lake. Where is Blake now?

He might have to wait a while. "

"The captain is admiring the night view on the shore of Luna Lake."

Warrior Bear said honestly:

"He asked me to tell you not to be anxious and take your time. After you complete the unblocking process, he will meet you at Luna Lake. In addition, he hopes that you will be careful. If you accidentally release the Nian Beast completely, it will cause a disaster. If so, he would not be responsible for fighting wild demigods.

The captain also said that his asking price is very high, and you wild elves living in the trees probably can't afford it. Well, I forgot that he asked me to say this more tactfully.

You won't be angry, right? "

"I would definitely do it to others, but I'm not angry at all with Blake. I've known for a long time that he would never be able to say anything good! Just because my requirements for him are low enough, I won't get any disappointment from him."

The Arch Druid of Moonclaw shook his head and complained.

But he still got up and left the room, summoned several archdruid companions, and sailed toward the center of the vast Luna Lake on a boat with a Luna lantern hanging on it.

The spirit of the wilderness, the seal of the pale two-headed dog-year beast born in the flames and waves, is under the Moon Lake.

Unblocking it is a tedious task.

But helplessly, they had already promised Black before, and the druids couldn't do anything to break their promise. At the same time, at the southern end of Luna Lake, Blake, who was grabbing stones to float on the lake, suddenly blinked.

He felt the endless lake water in front of him begin to slowly heat up.

"They're opening the seal, cool."

The pirate grinned and threw the six stones in his hand at the same time, leaving traces of water floating on the lake like a goddess scattering flowers. The bad guy didn't stop for a moment, turned around and rushed towards the den area of ​​the druids.

"The divine vibrations emitted by the opening of the demigod seal can cover up most of the energy vibrations that may be caused when I sneak into the beast's lair. The opening of this seal takes at least an hour, and this long time is enough for me to turn over the Stormrage beast's lair. The bottom is upside down.

Cenarius and Remulos have both left, and no one on this land can sense the pattern of my movements.

The great druids were all concentrated in Evernight Port, and the defense of the beast's lair area was extremely loose. "

The stinky pirate put a black hood over his face while reviewing his arrangements in his mind. Stealing things in the Druids' base camp was a very risky thing, but fortunately he had put everything aside. Calculated.

He could think of no reason why he should fail.

"The only question now is, will the great Lady Elune allow me to take this less than just action?"

Blake blinked and looked at the character card in front of him.

As long as there was any suggestion of stopping Lady Elune, he would immediately give up the operation, but he didn't see any reminder until the smelly pirates slipped into the foothills of the druids' cave.

"Thank you for your permission ma'am!"

The pirate bowed to the moonlit sky.

With deep laughter, he rushed into the foothills full of beast dens.

The druids call the place where they live "the beast's den", not because they really regard themselves as beasts, but because the mission of a beast's den is not just for the druids to rest.

The beast's den is a very complex special terrain, and it is definitely not just a hole dug in the ground.

A qualified beast's den needs to be built in a place where natural forces gather, and at the same time it must be deep underground. This makes it easier for the druids to understand the natural power of the beast in the beast form, and also ensures that once the druid loses control in the beast's nature, it will not hurt other people.

It is never easy to turn a man into a beast to fight.

The possibility of the druids losing control in their wild beastiality is unlikely, but it is definitely not as small as others imagine. In this case, the existence of the beast's den is very necessary.

In addition, the den is also a place to store supplies.

Druids are also spellcasters, and they also have life occupations similar to alchemy and enchantment. Druids occasionally have to personally cultivate magical seeds with all kinds of strange effects.

Just like human spellcasters doing experiments, they need a quiet environment without being disturbed when performing these tasks.

Therefore, in addition to being the home and training ground of the druids, the beast's den is also their laboratory.

To carry out so many tasks, the scale of digging into the caves is far beyond the imagination of ordinary people. Each cave can be called an underground maze.

Especially those beast dens that existed in ancient times are even more exaggerated.

The ancient Druids donated their dens to the later apprentices, and the apprentices continued to dig their own dens deep in the ancient dens.

Such constant "matryoshka" will create a super large beast's den comparable to a "dungeon".

Moreover, druids have traditions passed down by factions, such as the raptor druids and wild druids. Factions large and small often have a large den shared by everyone.

It's like a combination of student dormitories and teaching buildings.

If an ignorant thief sneaks into such a den to steal something, the biggest problem he faces is not whether he can escape unscathed, but whether he can find the right path in the maze-like underground tunnel.

If he is unlucky, he may not be able to meet even a living druid before he dies of hunger or thirst, wandering around like a headless fly.

Given the lazy and slow pace of life of the elves, it is likely that the dried corpse of the unlucky thief will not be discovered in a corner until a certain "cleaning of the den" hundreds of years later.

Such tragic things have never happened before.

Fortunately, the den that Black wanted to steal this time was not a super large den. The place he wanted to go was Malfurion Stormrage's den.

That's right!

That bastard Illidan actually hid the last of the eternal well water in his hands in his brother's den!

Uh, no!

Based on Black's previous thoughts, it is very likely that he hid it here ten thousand years ago, or that he told Illidan to hide the well water bottle here.

What kind of thoughts did I have at that time to make such a judgment?

While Black was thinking about this, he used the Shadow Gate to teleport himself to the underground area of ​​the Stormrage Lair. The entire process did not alert the Cenarion guards who were guarding the large beast's lair at all.

He wandered around the deserted den like a ghost, relying on the watcher's endless hunting sense to look for traces of Illidan's buried well water bottles.

"Actually, if you think about it carefully, Illidan hiding the well water here is really foolproof."

Black said to Xal'atath in his heart:

"Malfurion has been sleeping here for almost 10,000 years. During this period, he only had a very small amount of time to stay awake. Anyone who wants to enter the beast's den to steal things will risk being discovered and expelled by the Archdruid. risk.

Tyrande would come here from time to time to see her husband.

With the protection of these two 'treasure protectors', the well water will never be taken away. "

"Yes, the most important thing is that no one will believe that Illidan can entrust his treasure to his brother and sister-in-law with such confidence."

Xalatas also lamented:

"The twisted relationship between them is a taboo among the Kaldorei elves, and the watchers guarding Illidan would never think about it. This wave can be regarded as a perfect embodiment of Illidan's evil wisdom.

He found the perfect hiding spot for his treasure.

But Malfurion had slept here for ten thousand years, didn't he notice any clues? Things like eternal well water will cause energy fluctuations even if they are buried underground, right? "

Blake's figure appeared in the center of Stormrage's den. In front of him was a pool filled with natural energy, with a "bed" of trees and vines entangled above it.

This is where Malfurion's body slept when he entered dreamland.

The decoration here is extremely simple, without any exaggeration or extravagant decoration. The surrounding walls are covered with vines, and there is a "spore lamp" emitting a faint light on the top.

Nothing can be hidden here.

"Do you think it's possible that Malfurion actually knew that there was an eternal water bottle hidden in his den?"

Blake rubbed his chin and asked.

Xal'atath hesitated for a second and said:

"Isn't it possible? Maybe Malfurion is willing to hide the secret for his brother, but Tyrande is a sincere Moon Priest, and she is the leader of the Sisters of Elune.

That organization has always hated arcane magic and the use of all magic. If Tyrande discovered that Malfurion had hidden the water from the Well of Eternity, their marriage would not last ten thousand years.

Given Malfurion's sincere feelings for Tyrande, he would not risk losing his wife's trust by hiding something like that.

I prefer that Malfurion didn't know about this. "

"Yeah, that makes sense."

Blake nodded, looked around and said:

"Then, Illidan must have used other methods to cleverly hide the magic waves brought by the eternal well water. If I were to hide such a thing in this place, I would definitely set it as a part of the existence of this beast's lair itself.

Let it become a part of the defense system of this beast's cave, and let its existence be adapted from the beginning. Only in this way will it not be discovered by the owner of the beast's cave.

so.

It's hidden there"

The pirate blinked. He observed the invisible magic lines around him, and used the theory taught to him by Dean Lanyue to distinguish the complicated and delicate energy distribution.

After a minute, Blake jumped up on the spot.

He grabbed the very beautiful "spore lamp" at the top of Malfurion's sleeping place and plucked it from the vine.

This thing is used by druids for lighting. It is also often used in defensive arrays set up by natural magic. It has good magic adaptability and will be lit when energy is injected.

"Snapped"

The plump spore lamp was crushed open.

Amid the splashes of fragrant juice, a beautiful crystal bottle fell into the pirate's hand.

Blake put the bottle in front of his eyes and looked up. In the darkness caused by the extinguishing of the spore lamp, the crystal in his hand exuded crystal clear light, like the most elegant light source in the darkness.

The fist-sized crystal bottle was filled with water that reached four-fifths of the bottle's capacity. The pirate looked at the light spots it emitted, as if he were seeing a galaxy reflected in the darkness.

Before his eyes, bright red light danced.

This meant that he finally grasped the power from the heart of this world.

"Illidan, Illidan, you are such a bold bastard for putting such an important thing in front of Malfurion and Tyrande."

Blake was stroking the eternal water bottle in his hand in the dark, and he said narcissistically:

"Putting treasures under the eyes of others for ten thousand years and enjoying the taboo danger of being discovered at any time is perfectly in line with my style. Wow, I am indeed a genius."