Shadow Trails in Azeroth

The voyage back to Tol Barad from Kul Tiras was fast. In less than two days, the ghost ship had approached the undead pirates' base camp.

Early tomorrow morning, Blake will return to his loyal pirate island. It has been more than two months since he started this journey.

His footsteps have also traveled to continents and regions that he has never set foot in before.

He completed a great voyage that could be recorded in history, especially the discovery of the misty continent Pandaria, which was enough for Black to leave his mark in history as another identity besides the notorious pirate.

But none of this meant anything special to Blake.

A magical man like him will not stop just because of success or failure.

And tonight is not a good day to continue tasting the geography of Azeroth with Lorewalker Zhou Zhuo, because First Mate Sephiel is finally back!

The night before arriving at Tol Barad, she finally completed her mission and returned to her ship and her beloved captain.

She was obviously very tired, so the pirate did not do anything more. He just hugged his dear first mate and leaned against the bedside, softly asking about the story of this journey.

Sephiel also enjoyed this kind of tender time. She said softly:

"That island, known as the 'Timeless Isle' in pandaren lore, is the main cause of the 'time-disordered' effect of the mists that have surrounded Pandaria for the past ten thousand years.

Emperor Shaohao used the power of time there when he transformed into mist to protect the continent.

But how it was formed is still a mystery. "

The first mate rested her head on the captain's arms and said softly:

"According to the map you gave me, I took Kane, Ulan, Black Horn, Hamuir and the others into the Eternal Island. The whole process was not smooth. As you said, only the Bronze Dragon can accurately find and lead that place. People enter.

Time paused there for ten thousand years

It is really unimaginable that a strange closed time loop has been formed on the island, which is separated from the time flow of the outside world to form a unique realm.

The island is full of traces caused by the suspension of time, and I also found many magical stones among them. The concentration of time power attached to them allowed me to supplement and strengthen the power of time again after the Bronze Dragon Legion left.

However, I have traveled all over the island and cannot find the reason for its formation. My captain, you know everything, do you know the secret of the Eternal Island? "

"I can only make guesses."

Blake reached out and flicked the bridge of Sephiel's nose. This action made the first parasaurus's cheeks turn red with embarrassment.

The pirate laughed and said:

"The formation of the island itself should be a space-time singularity formed by the convergence of energy after the earth-shattering explosion collided with the fog barrier propped up by Shaohao.

But I suspect that place has something to do with Nozdormu. Didn't you find that there are many creatures from different eras on that island that were forcibly gathered together?

It is impossible that the Bronze Dragon King could not detect this space-time disorder, but chose to let it exist. There must be a reason for this. "

"Yeah, I feel the same way."

Sephiel nodded. She took out an ordinary stone from her bag and suspended it in her hand. She said to Blake:

"I have collected all the Era Stones on the island that can interfere with normal time. I plan to use them to make a bronze dragon time hourglass to strengthen my time control.

That ghostly Toki never lets me go. I have to be prepared for the appearance of this 'compatriot' in the future or in the past. "

"Well, you can make your own decision, but you will never face the enemy alone. I will not allow you to fall into that miserable situation."

The pirate held his little lover, his hands slid on Sephiel's slender waist, and asked again:

"Where's Kane? Did their operation go smoothly?"

"very smooth."

Sephiel laughed and said:

"The yaungol Vulcan was unprepared for the tauren attack. His servants were easily defeated by Kane and Ulan. As a semi-elemental creature, he was manipulated by Black Horn into Kazgoros. Suppress it to the death.

That Titan artifact is so powerful at dealing with elemental creatures.

Of course, Hamuul's performance is also amazing. The tauren who joined the Druid faction is simply a genius. He has practiced natural magic to an extremely high level in just over a month.

He transformed into a giant bear and fought against the evil god of fire. By the end of the battle, he only had his fur scorched.

Ordus, the buffalo god of fire, is dead.

I saw with my own eyes that the tauren killed him, the source of the buffalo man's corruption was eliminated, and that barbaric civilization could be welcomed back into the righteous faith of Mother Earth by their companions.

But that guy is cunning.”

Having said this, Seifer shook his head and said with disdain:

“The reason why Ordors, the yaungol god of fire, hid in the Eternal Island was so that he could be resurrected after his accidental death by taking advantage of the chaotic time that the island stagnated and repeated.

In order to stop it, I had to destroy the time confinement of the Eternal Island and let the island return to the normal timeline. It was completely dead.

And its death brings this back to you! "

The first parasaurus stood up, knelt down in front of the pirate, put his hands behind his back as if giving a gift, and then held an exquisite crystal bottle and handed it to the pirate.

In that Pandaren-style crystal bottle, there is a weak fire burning.

It's amazing.

Without any firewood or even air, it was still swaying and burning.

It seems to be no different from ordinary flames, but in the pirate's eyes, which can see the flow of magic power, the beating of this flame is covered with conspicuous and strange runes.

It is outlining the shape of the flame from which this world was born.

This is the first flame from the ancient era of chaos. This is the fire of Savras, the original fire, the fire of the ancestors, the most holy flame that can only be born in the realm of fire.

It doesn't even emit heat when it burns. It is like an extremely sharp weapon, waiting for the next owner to take it, or to be called back to the original owner at some point.

"Ragnaros will be furious."

Blake grinned and took the delicate cupping jar in front of him. He threw it up and down in his hand and said to Sephiel:

"I knew you would bring me endless surprises. You see, the night is still very long, and my enthusiasm has been ignited by your gift."

"But I'm tired."

Sephiel blinked and pouted;

"I just want to rest now."

"Does the bronze dragon feel tired?"

Blake blinked and said:

"Time is obviously so forgiving to you."

"snort."

Sephiel crossed her hands and made a "no" gesture. She touched her cheek and said:

"Every time I see this face, I feel that she does not belong to me. This is not my body. I am just a lonely ghost wandering here."

"Why do you say this suddenly?"

The pirate frowned and asked:

"Reminding me of bad memories from the past again?"

"No, it's not."

The first parasaurus stood up and took a step back.

In Blake's surprised gaze, the earth-yellow time vortex was summoned, and the bronze dragon Sephiel in his memory was formed in the time stream.

The body of a Quel'dorei elf, pointed ears, a noble group dressed in moon-white, long golden-white hair, and a pair of gentle eyes.

"Aren't you unable to summon your past and future selves on the timeline?"

Black suddenly stood up and asked:

"Have you come back to life in other times?"

"No, I'm already dead. I was infected by the void and died. Captain, this caused me to enter a dead end on the timeline. My future self no longer exists.

But the me in the past could occasionally ‘help out’. "

Sephiel, who was summoned, shook his head regretfully and said:

"This is my past self that I can briefly summon after getting the time enhancement from Eternal Island. She can only last for ten minutes."

Sephiel, who was in the black dragon posture on the other side, reached out to unbutton her clothes. She also made the same action in the past. The two bronze dragons, who looked completely different but were both named Sephiel, winked at the pirate.

She whispered:

"But that's enough, right?"

"Tell me, do you like this surprise? My Blake."

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In the early morning of the next day, the smelly pirate appeared in front of the poop of the ship early in the morning, feeling refreshed and smiling with a charming smile.

He was dressed in the attire of a pirate captain, holding a pipe and looking at the empty sea ahead. Tol Barad, protected by the great barrier of leafy shadow, was in front.

He could even feel the sea breeze calling him from the base camp.

"Brother! There are many ships on the sea opposite!"

Finna, who was standing on the mast observation deck, was wearing a sailor's uniform, waving the telescope in her hand and shouted to Blake:

"They are all entering our island, flying different flags, as if they are here to watch the ceremony. Is today the opening ceremony of Narthalas Magic Academy?

Why didn't you tell me earlier?

I have to find an opportunity to escape as soon as possible. Dean Lan Yue has never liked me. She is the most arrogant mage and despises us warriors who are mindless. "

"It's not that the dean doesn't like you."

Behind Blake, Little Star, who specially put on a set of spellcaster robes and a wizard's pointed hat for today's big day, walked out of the cabin and responded to Fenner:

"The dean doesn't like anyone except Captain Stinky. She raises Captain Stinky like a son. I'm so jealous of him."

"Shut up."

Blake complained expressionlessly:

"Do you know what a heavy experience it is to get the dean's love? Do you want me to intercede with the dean and let her love you too?"

"Hahaha, Captain Stinky is really good at joking."

Little Xingxing laughed, pretending to be stupid and not taking up this terrible topic. She lay down by the stern of the ship, looked down, and said to Blake:

"You should take care of the warlocks under your command. Look at how they wear their robes. They don't have the decency of a spellcaster at all! If you go back like this, you will be scolded by the dean again."

"well."

Blake said with a melancholy look:

"This is how we despised stinky warlocks are. We are at the bottom of the spell caster system. It would be great if we who have never been taken seriously can be allowed to participate in the opening ceremony.

What kind of good treatment do you expect?

The academy's teaching buildings and residential areas for orthodox mages and psychics have long been repaired, and even the courtyards for the Shaman Academy and the Druid Academy, which have few students, have been repaired.

Only our warlock's Dusk Tower has just started construction now, damn it! The money to build the school was all earned by us warlocks, and yet we are treated like this?

It simply makes those who hear it sad and those who see it cry. "

The stinky pirate snorted and said angrily:

"But maybe I should be content. After all, it's good that the dean didn't arrange our Warlock Academy into the sewers of the academy."

"What's the use of complaining to me?"

Little Star rolled her eyes and said:

"If you can, why don't you go complain to Dean Lanyue?"

"Well, I haven't lived enough yet."

Blake pushed up his hat and looked forward.

When the Nagfar was sailing on the sea, it was like passing through an invisible barrier. When it passed that point, a huge island connected from north to south suddenly appeared on the empty sea in front of it.

The North Island is still a place for pirates to operate, and it is more lively than before.

But the once desolate South Island is different now. Through the surrounding cliffs, you can also see the towering elf-style mage towers and white walls on the island.

This gave the smelly pirate a sense of déjà vu as if he had arrived in Suramar.

As a "prestigious school" during the Elf Empire, Narthalas College was rebuilt in the elven style even after ten thousand years, which made it full of exotic charm.

Just like a royal sister mage wearing an elf robe who walked out of historical time.

Aloof and arrogant, yet people can't take their eyes off him.

"Whoosh"

The spirit body of Prince Faroldis teleported to the pirates, and he whispered:

"The opening ceremony will be held in an hour. Not only did Dalaran send the Archmage to be the spectators, Quel'Thalas and even Suramar also sent people.

Several archdruids also came to represent the Kaldorei.

Not to mention the Holy Light Church and the Moon God Church.

Today is a big occasion. Representatives of mages from all human countries are here, as well as some parents of students. The dean means that you will participate in the ceremony as the grand instructor of the Warlock Academy.

She urges you to pay attention to your image.

Go change your clothes quickly. "

"I think I'm in pretty good shape."

Blake shrugged and said:

"It's already known to everyone that Narthalas Academy has a connection with the undead pirates. Now there's no need to hide it, right?"

"It's one thing for everyone to know. It's another thing for you to break through the tacitly accepted window paper."

Prince Farodis shook his head and said:

"Be mature, Blake, and don't act like a child like this."

"I just think the pirates are so miserable. When can we really stand up?"

The stinky pirate complained in a long voice, but he still went back to the cabin to change clothes and check to see if Sephiel was asleep. Since he was going to participate in the ceremony today, he needed a female companion.

Fortunately, a dress was ordered for her in Suramar in advance.

Alas, the opening ceremony is so annoying!