Shadow Trails in Azeroth

Chapter 1525 158. Stoneman is super degenerated! ——Additional update【1225】

As we all know, craftsmen need an environment where they will not be disturbed when working, so Blake generously gave up his office decorated with many "personal features" to give Da Fan a great working environment.

But after leaving, the pirates realized a problem belatedly.

"Well, I hope that collection of skulls I have in my office doesn't scare him."

The pirate held his pipe in his mouth and walked in the teaching area of ​​the Warlock School of Narthalas College, thinking in his mind:

"One of the skulls doesn't seem to be 'behaving' these days, but with General Karl watching, it shouldn't be a big problem.

VanCleef is the best stonemason I can find. If he can't complete the carvings required for the birth of the Stoneborn, then the Emperor's idea of ​​deriving Stoneborn in the material world will have to be left to the Scourge to slowly accumulate skills. . "

Blake shrugged. Judging from his relaxed look, it was clear that he was very curious about the work that Van Cleef would produce in a few hours, but he did not have too many desires or requirements.

Deteriorated versions of Stonemen may be great as consumables, but for Black's fighting style, whether these guys can be born now will have little impact on his current power.

With such a mood, Blake walked through several classrooms.

He held a pipe in his mouth, just like the patrolling head teacher, and always appeared quietly by the classroom window, looking at the students in the classroom who were fishing in class with a stern look.

Often the other person will be startled when they look at each other.

But the pirate promoted this matter in a malicious way. He actually didn't care about the future development of these warlock apprentices.

This is not an industry where you will definitely achieve success if you work hard. Mages rely on talent and hard work, but warlocks...maybe they rely on luck and tenacious vitality?

"If you don't participate in the peer review of the papers submitted by the spellcasters, what are you doing here?"

Just when Blake was happily imitating the "behavior of the head teacher", a voice with a bad tone sounded beside him. The pirate turned around and saw the quicksand swirling on the marble floor, quickly shaping the figure of the master of enlightenment, Old Man Sachiel. shape.

During this period of time, Black had been running outside and did not pay too much attention to the "career" of Old Man Sakir. When he appeared this time, the pirate suddenly discovered that Old Man Sachir had actually changed his body.

Although the head still looks like a luxurious burning skull dotted with various colored gems, and there are evil energy and shadow flames burning at the connection between the neck and the body, the body carrying the head is obviously younger and more energetic than the original one.

"Tsk, tsk, is this 'fresh'?"

The pirate circled around Old Man Saqil's "new clothes" several times, and then said in amazement:

"Where did you find the legendary Draenei spellcaster? Will Velen just ignore it? Let you consume the precious population resources of the Draenei like this?"

"Why should he care about me?"

Old Man Sachiel was leaning on the Scythe of Ulthalus Deadwind Reaper, and he answered with an arrogant attitude:

"Velan can also show off his authority in front of young people, and when facing me, a big shot of his generation, he even takes the initiative to say hello to me.

Besides, I didn’t just find this more powerful body. I made a special trip to the ruins of Sha’tar in Draenor, where I dug up the remains of Osar, the traitor to the Council of Bishops.

What a pity, that idiot was once one of my best students. After following Velen across the stars, he couldn't resist the fear and desire for power in his heart and chose to join the Burning Legion.

His fel-soaked body is perfect for a powerful warlock like me. "

Having said this, Thaqir looked around and suddenly lowered his voice and said to Blake:

“I just entered the membership examination period of the Grand Wizard Magic Salon not long ago, and I don’t know who is reviewing my research paper on the comparison of the magic system of Argus and the magic power of Azeroth.

Blue Moon's upright character really gives me a headache, and I have no friendship with Merry Winterwind. Kel'Thuzad is said to be one of the reviewers, but that guy is only interested in corpses and cats.

The only one I can rely on is you, Blake.

Come join your work and open a door for me. "

Old man Sakir made a weird and evil laugh, and he said in a long voice:

"In the 30,000 years since I have been dead and crazy, I have rarely had such a strong desire for an organization, but having witnessed the power of the legion with my own eyes, I have to admit that this magical organization composed of pure researchers, It is indeed the most valuable system I have ever seen.

I longed to be a part of it, to read the precious knowledge that would bring me closer to the power of evil.

You must help me! "

"Hey, you are also the helmsman of the Argus Mystery Academy. Have some confidence in your academic knowledge, okay?"

Blake squinted his eyes and complained:

"Do you think you are a parallel importer?"

"Of course I'm not!"

Saqir sneered twice, pointed to his head again, and said:

"But I have been mad for thirty thousand years, my dear Black, and my brain may have a little 'little opinion' of what I think of myself.

I haven't done formal research in thirty thousand years.

You should do a good job and be considerate of me, a poor old immortal with evil energy in his head. "

"Okay, now that you have said it, it will be unjustifiable if I don't do it."

The pirate nodded eagerly, but then he rolled his eyes and said:

"But I can't help you in vain, right? You know, I will soon follow a group of guardians to Argus to fight for their lives. Don't you want to go back to your hometown to see me?

The ruins of Mykare's Arcane Academy are still there. I saw it in my dream of prophecy, and many of its facilities are actually still functioning. And I couldn't ask for anyone who knows it better than you.

I mean, as the current leader of the Warlock School, don’t you hope to find another Warlock Holy Land for our school that belongs exclusively to us?

There is also the world holy relic of Argus, the Crown of the Ruler. We have found the mark of enlightenment. The Eye of the Prophet is in the hands of Velen. As far as I know, the crown of knowledge that belongs to Kil'jaeden is still in that ancient land. On the earth.

I may not have time to look for it, but you can do it for me. "

Blake snorted, glanced at the classroom next to him and the apprentices who were working hard to learn the knowledge of warlocks, and he said:

"Who doesn't want their school to have a few more sacred objects that can overwhelm the scene? Are you right?"

"Ah, that is a terrible request, but I will grant it to you."

Thaqir made a weird laugh and said:

"Notify me when you set off. I will join you on the Path of the Stars in Argus. Archimonde better be there too. I can't wait to have a good 'chat' with my students. .

Regarding past grudges, past betrayals, that despicable assassination and the pain of imprisoning my soul for 30,000 years, I want to settle these blood debts with him one by one. "

After saying that, the old man gave Blake an elegant farewell, and then turned into quicksand and disappeared.

"This guy's madness is getting worse."

The pirate rubbed his head and felt that this was probably the point of no return for all warlocks.

Reason is just the process, madness is the result.

Gee, considering that I am also a warlock, it is really scary to think about it.

He grinned, raised the Scepter of Sargeras, tapped it on the ground, and teleported himself from the Warlock School's teaching building to the Theosophy School's laboratory.

Kel'Thuzad was carelessly petting the cat. When he saw Black coming over, he didn't say anything. He just nodded to him coldly, pointed to a stack of papers on the table, and said:

"That's your job. You have to respond to each paper within seven days and stamp it with your personal seal. I specially selected papers related to evil energy, void and demons. That is your professional field. .”

"very good."

Black picked up the stack of papers, said hello to Mr. Bigglesworth who was meowing at him on the table, and then said to Kel'Thuzad:

"I heard that you are currently studying obsidian structures?"

"Um."

At this time, Lich Xiaoke’s heart was entirely focused on his beloved cat. While brushing the cute kitten’s fur, he said without looking back:

“The Abubisas and obsidian statues found in the Silithus Desert have the potential to become psychic creations, and we are analyzing and trying to shape new structures using psychic methods.

The flesh puppet project is also advancing, but now that the entire world is at peace, it is difficult for us to find enough corpses for in-depth research. "

"I heard you created the Abomination?"

Black suddenly said something, which made Xiao Ke's eyes jump. The Lich turned his head 180 degrees and said:

"This is top-secret news! The combat test of the first hateful structure has not ended yet. Where did you find out about it?"

The pirate shrugged and said:

"Don't ask so many questions. I'm just conveying an 'acquisition invitation' to you on behalf of His Majesty the Lich King. My dear Kel'Thuzad, His Majesty the Lich King is very interested in this powerful war creation.

He hopes to get all the drawings and knowledge about the creation of abomination, and he will pay considerable rewards for it, such as enough corpse research materials.

Speaking of which, do you want to dissect a spider demon? "

"I'll have to think about it, and that will have to wait until combat testing of the Abomination prototype is completed."

Kel'Thuzad replied coldly:

"The power of death has become very active recently, and my connection with Maldraxxus has also become vivid and real. The teachings from the Academy of Creation have opened my eyes.

Maybe I can imitate those psychic masters and create my own 'God of War'.

That will be my next research topic. "

"I need water papers again, I understand, I understand."

Blake blinked, pointed at his head and said:

"Actually, I have several structural drawings here that come directly from Maldraxxus, such as treasure-hunting ghouls, potion devourers, healing structures, and several abomination designs with different functions.

This will definitely be a great help for your experiments.

Do you want to? "

Kel'Thuzad was obviously moved. He glanced at Black and said:

"What do I have to give?"

"follow me."

The pirate snapped his fingers and said to Kel'Thuzad:

"Don't cover your mouth for a while. Just put on your eyes and ears. I need you to keep everything you see next secret. Is that okay?"

The Lich nodded coldly, hugged his cat and followed the pirate out of the laboratory.

Black generously took some time to write down his knowledge about Maldraxxus' abomination structures on a scroll and gave it to Kel'Thuzad, and discussed the functions of these structures with him.

After the time reached five hours, he opened the door of his office with a cold lich.

Large swaths of stone chips came towards him, making the pirate's "lavishly" decorated office covered in dust, but Blake didn't care.

He looked in front of him. Da Fan, whose body was covered with stone chips, was now shirtless. He no longer paid attention to his scarred body. He was carefully putting the final touches on his work with the spirit of a craftsman.

It must be said that this talented stonemason's skills are indeed superb.

For other stonemasons, it would take five hours to carve a rough outline, but Da Fan even completed the "refinement" of the carving.

The only regret is that although Blake found a "model" for him, the stone statue carved by Dafan was completely different from the stone assassin who was the "model".

The big stone in front of Da Fan was shaped into a strange creature with bat wings on its back, a slender body, claws and horns, but its face was not as delicate and artistic as the stone assassin.

From a distance, it looks like a humanoid bat.

Van Cleef also used red obsidian to make sparkling eyes and sharp teeth for it.

The thing squatted on the stone base, assuming a guarding posture, much like the stone guards occasionally made by spellcasters. Its shape imitated the "gargoyles" placed around the top of the church of the Holy Light Church.

"Oh, the time is too short."

When Van Cleef saw Blake coming back, he shrugged helplessly and put away the carving tools. He looked at his work and then at the stone assassin as a reference.

He thought the work was absolutely terrible.

Not to mention imitating the imposing manner of the exquisite stone statue in front of him, even the appearance was very poorly imitated. He felt that he was embarrassed in front of the big benefactor.

But Blake thought it was great.

He walked around Da Fan's stone sculpture a few times, nodded with satisfaction, then stretched out his hand and snapped his fingers.

Under the surprised gazes of Da Fan and Kel'Thuzad, the stone assassin as a "model" blinked his eyes, moved his body and came back to life from the stone statue state.

Fortunately for the Lich, he is well-informed.

But Da Fan himself was frightened.

He did not expect that the perfect sculpture in front of him was actually a "living creature". As the window was opened, General Karl, who was hiding in the air, flapped his wings and landed in the office.

"How about it?"

The pirate turned to ask General Karl. The latter looked at Da Fan's work with a very critical look. She said in human language with a strange accent:

"On average, compared to the master's skill of the Stonesmith, it is just like the mud made by children. It does not restore the supreme elegance of our stone descendants at all, and even the charm is poorly imitated.

Such a work would be treated as defective in my hometown, and even those lowly clay servants and stone spirits would laugh at it. "

"You're comparing the skills of a powerful demigod to my stonemason friend?"

Blake said in a long voice:

"Have you taken too much Anima recently and your brain is flooded? Can you please talk to me? I know that you are from the Stone Legion and were carved by the Stone Forger himself, so you have noble blood and extremely high vision, but please just talk about it. .

I think this thing is already very good. It represents the highest craftsmanship of Azeroth's stone carvers. You can despise Dafan's strength, but you can't deny his cooking skills. "

"whispering sound"

General Karl, who had a very good character, curled his lips.

She no longer complained about Da Fan's poor skills, but stepped forward, took out a ball of blood-colored anima from the Stoneman's backpack that could store anima, and slapped the stone sculpture carved by Da Fan.

A few seconds later, with a clicking sound, as Da Fan watched with wide eyes, the gargoyle that he had carved out for five hours moved its arms and wings awkwardly on the rock base, and then He blinked his eyes, as if he came to life.

It moved its head and sniffed like a beast. Finally, it locked its eyes on him, walked over like a puppy, and rubbed its strong head on Dafan's arm very affectionately.

This action was full of the goodwill of the creature towards the Creator, but Da Fan was so frightened that he did not dare to move at all.

"good."

General Karl saw this scene and turned back to Black and said:

"The work carved by this stonemason was imbued with his skills, allowing it to be awakened by the power of the mind to become a stone descendant, but I refuse to admit that such an ugly and weak thing is my compatriot!

At best, it can be regarded as an alienated stone spirit, and its combat effectiveness is also very poor. "

"But it does meet your and that adult's requirements, right?"

The pirate winked and said:

"The reproduction of the Stoneborn in the material world is on the right track. I decided to hand over this work to my dear Dafan to promote it. As a follower of Maldraxxus, Kel'Thuzad will be responsible for supervising this process, brother. The society will inevitably rise as a result.

What do you think? "