Shadow Trails in Azeroth

"Whoosh"

The flaming phoenix flew through the barren and cracked land of Hellfire Peninsula at the speed of an airborne racing car, leaving a shining trace of light in the dark sky.

Its speed is extremely fast, even faster than the "passengers" can accept.

Black is actually okay.

He held on to the reins of Cangqiong tightly, feeling that the wind coming at him at supersonic speed was great and refreshing, but not the weak fish-man.

This guy was hiding in the bag on Blake's waist. His face was twitching and he was covering his mouth and screaming. Apparently it was flying too fast, causing the aquatic creature to feel seasick.

"Hey, I told you, you have to vomit for a while and then you vomit again. I can't forgive you for soiling my clothes!"

The stinky pirate shouted at the weak fishman with a cold face.

The latter didn't even have the strength to refute, so he could only cover his mouth.

"Just hold on for a while and we'll be there soon."

Blake glanced at the door of darkness in front of him, and then said to the uncomfortable little fish man:

"I asked you to stay on Maimu's ship and follow the Demon Hunter and Rexxar back slowly. You have to run with me to greet the 'guests'.

You have to grit your teeth to finish the path you choose. This is the will of a man, do you understand?

Behave presentable, asshole. "

The little fish man couldn't explain his pain. He just thought it was cool and cool to ride a phoenix, but who would have thought that the sky could fly so fast at full speed!

It broke the speed of sound right from the start.

This is a speed that other flying mounts cannot reach at all.

Seemingly sensing the pain of the little fishman, Black snorted, patted the scorching feathers of the sky with satisfaction, and said:

"Elemental creatures don't need to consider wind resistance, so they must fly fast. Now I not only have the fastest boat in the world, but also the fastest bird in the world. Huhu, it's really satisfying.

Well, look, they're waiting for me there.

Come down quickly, my dear little bird. "

At Black's call, the scorching bird circled in the air and flew quickly towards the Dark Door. When it landed, it was swift, graceful and smooth.

The stinky pirate originally planned to make a cool appearance to welcome the good guests who came to help him, but as soon as he landed, the weak little murloc screamed and covered his mouth and rushed to the side of the steps, where he spat out a rainbow.

This greatly lowered the momentum of the handsome pirate's appearance, making him want to rush over and kick the embarrassing guy.

But the pirate's guests didn't care about these little details.

They didn't even notice Blake falling from the sky.

These guys wearing elf-style dark armor are wrapped in a cold temperament. Some are controlling the newly awakened undead to observe the world in front of them, while others are silently arranging armor and weapons.

A group of Sarlains wearing blood robes were traveling in the distance, adapting to the magic of this world. On the steps at the front of the Dark Portal, Lord Curtalos Ravencrest, who was commanding this group of death knights, was standing there. Looking at the barren and barren world in front of me and full of demons.

"This place is full of death. Even if I have just stepped into this world, I can hear the cries of the dead. They try to tell me their suffering, but I have no interest in it."

This lord, who was born into an imperial noble and whose family background always speaks poetically, was holding the soul-eating demon sword Apocalypse given to him by Windrunner's mother. There was no emotion in his ice-blue eyes.

As Blake approached him, he said in a hoarse voice:

"I only need to satisfy the regrets of these dead and vent all the hatred and revenge deep in their souls. Only in this way can they rest in peace in another world.

And such venting is also beneficial to us.

Until they find peace, they will tear apart all our enemies for us.

Lord Black.

I love this new world you are guiding us into.

It's a better battlefield for death knights than Azeroth, and we'll live comfortably here, engaging in satisfying desperate fights against our eternal enemies.

I just have one question now. "

He looked at Blake and asked:

"Where are my enemies? Where are the enemies of the Black Crowes?"

"There!"

The stinky pirate was also unceremonious. On the steps, he pointed to the cold Lord in the direction of the Hellfire Fortress in the distance. He said:

"There are many, many unspeakable evil orcs living there. They and their demon masters have laid sinister traps there, waiting to harvest every unlucky person who steps into them.

This world is full of demons, but I think the Black Crows should find an opponent with a weak point to practice their skills before picking up the sword and fighting the demons.

By the way, help me capture that fortress, make me look good in front of my new friends, and give me a heavier voice in this world.

I guess this shouldn't be a problem for you, right? "

"How long do you need it?"

Lord Ravencrest laughed.

He asked a question that was usually asked by Party A who had a lot of troubles. Black was stunned by the question. Then the pirate shrugged, gestured with his thumb and said:

"The sooner the better, of course."

"Then let's start tonight, and you can come to take over your new fortress by early tomorrow morning.

However, we also need a large rear area to carry out the production and repair of the structure. A part of that fortress must be used as the death knight's base of operations in this world of death.

I guess this shouldn't be a problem? "

The Lord extended his hand and made a gesture.

His lieutenant immediately turned around and summoned a death horse to rush towards the Dark Portal, probably to go to Azeroth to sway people.

Based on the efficiency of the execution of these death knights from the Black Crow Chapter, it is estimated that the circular pit on the other side of the Dark Portal will be filled with death knights ready to go.

"Of course, the castle you built must have your place."

Blake shrugged and said:

“But considering that many forces may be stationed in this fortress in the future, in order to prevent your weird structures from scaring them, can it be placed on the bottom floor?

In addition, when you are working, don't make it look like a slaughterhouse. Death knights should also pay attention to their image. "

Faced with the stinking pirate's suggestion, Lord Ravencrest snorted disdainfully. He brushed his long gray hair and replied in elegant ancient Salas:

"We are elves. You can rest assured of this. If other pretentious living beings need it, we can even sprinkle flower petals and perfume on the workbench when sewing the structure.

However, in addition to this exciting war, the Black Crow Chapter also faces a very embarrassing problem. "

The high lord looked at Black and whispered:

"We need our own lich. We can't bother Lan Yue with everything, right? Do you have any good suggestions about this?"

"Well, Lich, this is not a good choice."

Blake rubbed his chin and thought for a while, then rolled his eyes and said:

"Is Elisande okay?"

"That's great!"

The great lord nodded and asked again:

"Are you sure you can convince the Grand Magister to give up his meaningless life and plunge into an eternal and peaceful death?"

"I'm not sure."

Blake pouted and said:

"You might as well let me assassinate her directly, which would have a higher success rate, but persuasion is not enough. We can change the way. Let's complete the matter in front of us first, and then we can plan carefully.

Speaking of which, when you came here, was there any movement at the Watch Keep? "

"After we received your message, we teleported directly from Val'sharah to the Cursed Land."

Lord Ravencrest shook his head and said:

“I don’t have much time to observe the fortress behind, but you might be able to ask him about the situation there. Our scouts met him on the other side of the Dark Portal.

He seemed to be about to pass through the Dark Portal. "

The high lord waved his hand, and a female death knight came forward escorting an embarrassed Draenei garrison. Blake looked over and was immediately happy.

"Hey, he's still an acquaintance."

He stepped forward and said to the released Draenei in front of him:

"Didn't I ask you to escort your people to Watching Fortress? Why did you come back again?"

The embarrassed Draenei defender Cirdan moved his wrists, frowning and looking at the indifferent death knights around him.

This was the first time he had seen a creation of this death force.

They were very good at fighting, but Cirdan was not bad either. Just now, he used the power of the Holy Light to fight one against three, and he knocked down two of them before being beaten to the ground. This strong fighting power also surprised Ravencase.

Judging from the big lord's eyes, it was obvious that he had a strong "interest" in these Draenei.

That kind of cold gaze made a Holy Light Walker like Cirdan very uncomfortable, but when faced with Blake's question, he still stood up straight and answered:

"Your people are very enthusiastic. My compatriots were sent as quickly as possible to a place called Redridge Mountain for training. The mages of Dalaran promised to help us take good care of them.

My companions went to Stormwind, where they met with the Lightwalkers of Azeroth and conveyed the Prophet's greetings to them, but as for me."

Sirdan let out a sigh of relief. He looked at Blake and said:

"I figured it out, Lord Black.

I have entrusted the protection of my tribe to my compatriots, and asked them to take my share and continue to protect my tribe in the bright world.

But I want to stay! "

The Draenei paladin clenched his fists and said to Black:

"I want to bid farewell to my weakness and my kindness, follow your promise and enter a dark road full of revenge and fighting. I can't find any advice in the Temple of Light that can bring peace of mind to me. I thought that I would live the rest of my life. It will always be so painful.

But you told me that beyond the light there are dark sanctuaries.

What I can't do in light, maybe I can do it in the dark! I will never allow disaster to happen to my compatriots again. For this reason, I would rather abandon my faith.

Only in this way can I hold more things in my heart.

Only in this way can I convince myself to raise arms against the sinners who have deeply hurt my compatriots. The tragedies I witnessed

I don’t want to talk myself into forgiving them anymore!

My anger is surging, and it gives me nightmares every night. Those sins that represent blood must be repaid with equal amounts of blood! "

Cirdan took off his vindicator's helmet and placed it on the ground. He took off his heavy armor, revealing the black suit he was wearing.

He stretched out his hand and cut a strand of fleshy tentacles that all male Draenei have on his forehead. As the blood surged, the emblem representing the Holy Light dimmed on his forehead, just like a scar cutting off his body. Past and present.

In the dim lamentation of the Holy Light, the former defender lowered his head to Black and endured the pain and said:

"Please allow me to join the Dark Temple, please teach me the knowledge of walking in the darkness, and please lead me to serve the light in the darkness."

"Congratulations on gaining another great follower."

Lord Ravencase, who was watching this scene, said to Black in a playful tone:

"I'm curious. It must feel good to bewitch the light into darkness, right?"

"Yeah, that's a feeling you guys can't imagine. It's hard for me to describe it to you. If you insist on asking, then I can only say."

The pirate snorted and put the emblem of the Uncrowned on Cirdan's collar.

He said softly:

"It's so cool."

——

"The Great Druid of Black Crow, the King of the Forest calls you over. He has something to say to you."

In the Moonlight Grove, outside the treehouse where Hisari Black Crow was meditating, a Druid's call of respect rang out, interrupting the new Archdruid's unique flame meditation.

As Miss Xisali Black Crow closed her hands, the flames suspended in front of her eyes quickly extinguished.

But when she stood up, her dazzling burning long hair made her immediately greeted by the strong onlookers of several druids when she walked out of the tree house.

The Flame Druid faction has only just been established, and all aspects of doctrine have not yet been understood. Therefore, as the first Flame Druid in Moonlight Grove, Hisari Black Crow has not even had time to accept a disciple.

But she was used to the weird looks from her compatriots.

This is normal, anyone who sees a woman with burning hair will be very concerned.

However, when Miss Black Crow transformed into a beautiful flaming eagle and flapped its wings and flew towards the king of the forest, the gazes of the compatriots immediately turned into waves of exclamations.

This also makes the Archdruid tireless.

The flames opened up new paths for her, but also brought a lot of attention that she didn't like.

You screamed when I turned into a fire eagle, but if I turned into a flaming war bear or a flaming panther, would you be so excited that you fainted?

There is so much fuss and no determination at all. The new Druid recruits in Moonglade are really inferior.

With such complaints, Miss Black Crow, who had been keeping a low profile since returning to Moonlight Grove, landed in front of the forest king's shrine. As soon as she landed, she saw a tauren wagging his tail and smiling innocently at her.

That was Hamuul Runetotem, a strange druid who faced the same problem as the Black Crow.

"Staghelm has sent news from Draenor, very important news."

Seeing that the two druids had arrived, the vision of Cenarius, the King of the Forest, appeared in front of the shrine. This natural demigod was currently busy restoring the ecology of Desolate Land and had not appeared in Moonglade for a long time.

His illusion said seriously to the two druids in front of him:

"Fandral discovered another path for natural forces in Draenor, and his letters indicate that this discovery has the potential to overturn our existing system of natural forces.

He asked the Cenarion Circle to send an expedition to Draenor immediately to study the wild nature and help the natives of that world resist the demons.

As it happens, the Warden has also sent back a report on the demonic situation on Draenor, and we really need to send good representatives there.

I have discussed with Malfurion that he believes that it is most appropriate for the expedition to be led by the Archdruid of the Black Crow, with Hamuul as his adjutant, and this is indeed the case.

So you two get ready.

You have to travel through the dreamland and reach the Dark Portal within three days, where our human friends are waiting for you. "

"Wait, King of the Forest, why does it have to be me?"

Hisari Black Crow frowned and said:

"My connection with the power of fire still needs to be cultivated. I have already applied for a period of retreat. I am not shirking my responsibilities, but I don't really want to travel far recently."

"Because you are the most suitable candidate among us."

The King of the Forest explained patiently:

"Staghelm did not go to Draenor alone. He went there with a person with a very complicated identity. That person was named Black Shaw."

"I"

Hearing this name, Miss Black Crow's heart suddenly shook.

There was a hole stuck in her throat, and it was so uncomfortable that she really hit the forest king twice on the head!

Hey, we just broke up!

Do you want me to meet my "ex-boyfriend"?

It’s so embarrassing! What should I do if we meet?

That bastard said it so heartlessly!

You bastards!