Shadow Trails in Azeroth

Chapter 1561 194. I want to sit at the children’s table! ——【Ask for monthly ticket 23】

"The door over to the Spark of Wisdom is actually open?"

Blake, who had just experienced an "authentic schizophrenia" and was full of energy, walked out of the abandoned palace holding the scepter of Sargeras, and heard cheers coming from the depths of the city below.

Those shrill cheers are very recognizable. At first glance, they are the "ultimate noise" that can only be made by at least more than a hundred dwarves gathered together.

But this cheer also means that Ulduar's guardian temples have finally been opened.

Of course, being turned on is just the beginning, and those guardians who are either empty-minded or schizophrenic are not easy to deal with.

The next battle is destined to take some time to subside. As for the seal of the ancient gods under the city of Ulduar, it is not a big problem for the time being.

Blake explored downwards through the more powerful void perception obtained by the mythical profession "Old God" he had just unlocked, and he could detect the strange movements of Yogg-Saron.

There are already a huge number of void creatures gathering outside the Broken Cage. It seems that Yogg-Saron is ready to fight to the death.

And from the pirate's perception, he could tell that there seemed to be not only Yogg-Saron's void creations below, but some of them had a strong smell of deep-sea creatures lingering on them.

N'Zos is here too?

Well, come to think of it.

In this situation, the ancient gods cannot help but work hard. Even if Black and his group are defeated, there will still be a damn star observer who will appear in more than ten hours.

If they can't defeat that guy, when the furnace of origin that has been exposed so far is actually activated to restart the world, that will be the real big trouble for everything to die.

But Blake didn't care.

His interest in the union of the two ancient gods was not even as much as the pleasure he now enjoyed admiring himself.

Yes, in the true sense of self-appreciation, the pirate's character card has a completely new look at this time, with various information floating on it that makes Blake happy:

Name: [Too many titles will not be displayed] Black Shaw/Drake Proudmoore

Race: Human·Void Chosen/Half-Elf·Moon Chosen

Life form: Legend [Demigod life form being promoted]

Strength attribute: Legend·Black Emperor

Alignment: Neutral Evil

Occupation: Level 60 Pirate·Master Assassin·Elite/Level 60 Warlock·Void Hand·Elite/Level 60 Hunter·Herd Leader·Elite

Legendary profession: Level 12 Warden·High Warden·Leader

Mythical profession: Level 1 Moon Night War God·Life Force·Weak/Level 1 Ancient God·Void Force·Weak

Artifacts held: Elune's Endless Arms [8/8] · Gorgonas's Tidestone [Shattered Embryology] · Blood Drinker Marus [Seal of Another World] · Mark of Enlightenment/Crown of the Ruler [ 1/3]

Special companion creature: Lord of Infection, Drake [Legendary, Divine Parasite]

Character evaluation:

The tyrant of the sea, the weaver of fate, the shadow of civilization, the cold-blooded monster, the skull gatherer, the lover of Azeroth's famous wives, the tentacle master, and a good luck bastard.

“Cool, it’s really pleasing to the eye.”

The pirate whistled loudly.

When he took out this template at this time, he would definitely scare the piss out of a group of weak demigods on the spot. Of course, considering that the pirate killed a demigod himself when he was promoted to legend, he probably didn't care about such a dispensable deterrent.

But there is no doubt that the character in front of him has basically touched the ceiling of being a human being. Even if he is exposed to the secrets of the Force, it is extremely difficult to go further.

Just as Queen Azshara once commented that all the stars and gods were born powerful. On the one hand, this represents Queen Azshara's arrogance based on her talents, and on the other hand, it also represents the queen's helplessness about "being born unequal".

There seems to be only one word difference between demigod and true god, but the meaning is undoubtedly very despairing. At least in the starry world of Azeroth, the rules are indifferent.

True God has never been a state that can be achieved by relying on personal efforts. Is it some kind of authority given by birth?

Overall, this is a job that tests your reincarnation skills.

And Black's reincarnation skills have proven to be quite bad. Unless he wants to gamble on the one-in-a-trillion probability, there is no need to take a knife to his neck now.

Anyway, at least in the near future, pirates don’t have to think about this anymore.

"Oh, oh, now we have to do something serious."

The idle pirate has to wait for Xal'atath to be ready to join him in Ulduar, so the next little time belongs to him.

He took out the tidal stone from his luggage that had been restored to its original state by the sea giant demigod Yakorok, and placed it under his feet with a bang. Then he touched his boots and used the psychic ability on them. He called out to the sea giant who didn't know where to run and came over to Ulduar to help.

That guy promised to help him truly repair the Tidestone in Ulduar before he left last time.

"Well, my little friend, you summoned me. It seems that your adventure has entered a rather remarkable new realm. Is this the mysterious and majestic place of creation?"

Along with the sound of splashing water, the voice of the sea giant demigod Ya'akorok, as deep as a drum, sounded beside the pirate.

It seemed to know that this place was dangerous, so it deliberately shrunk its body when it emerged from the water, making it look like a large Kul Tiran who was overweight and obese due to overeating and neglecting exercise.

"I feel that there are terrifying powers here. They all come from the primitive world. A random person can easily smash a wild demigod like me into a pulp."

Yacorok touched his beard, which was dotted with starfish and clam shells, and said angrily:

"This place makes me very uncomfortable, but I smell the scent of pure Titan energy again. It will definitely help you and me restore the relics left by the Howler to their most perfect state.

bring it on.

Let's get to work quickly.

I really don't want to stay in this cold and dangerous place for too long. "

"Well said, who would want to come to this terrible place if it wasn't for business?"

Blake kicked away the bloody stone under his feet. He snapped his fingers at the sea giant demigod who looked very timid next to him and said:

"Let's go to the Creation Furnace now. There is a group of dwarves fighting against the flame giants there. It's very exciting just thinking about it. I haven't seen what the dwarves who were burned to death look like. Maybe we should go and broaden our horizons?"

"No, no, no, my evil pirate friend, this is the Tide Stone. It was born from the best water power of the stars. It cannot be repaired by fire.

At least the first step should not be to seek the help of flames.

We should go there! "

Yacorok touched the irregular Tidestone embryo with various cracks remaining. He had repaired it himself, but the level of repair was indeed not very good.

It’s like a broken bowl repaired with instant noodles in a kid’s craft class.

It's numb and not mellow at all.

It pointed to the area where the water elemental power was most active in the Holy City of Ulduar. The pirates looked in the direction of the Sea Giant Demigod. At the end of their sight, a frozen temple still exuded a cold breath that was almost visible to the naked eye.

"Ha, is the Winter Temple, the domain of Hodir, the God of Winter? That is the coldest hell in the world. I think my first mate's instructions before leaving were right. I really should have brought two more clothes. .”

Blake picked up his pipe and curled his lips and said:

"The fighting there isn't over yet, but I don't really want to fight today."

As he spoke, he looked sharply at the sea giant demigod beside him. The latter noticed the pirate's gaze, and it looked embarrassed and said:

"Oh, you know that I, my pirate friend, as a racial demigod, have been weakened by the decline of the sea giant civilization.

You're asking me to deal with a crazy guardian and you're asking me to die.

I thought I came over just to be a craftsman. "

"Ha, a weakling who is afraid of fighting, and a pirate who is too happy to upgrade and can't lift his spirits."

Blake complained, took out his beloved stone demon statue from his arms, and said:

"Then there's nothing we can do, just shake people."

After saying that, Blake poured the power of his anima into the stone demon sculpture, and released the powerful blind hunter Screaming Wing.

This eyeless demigod stoneborn was dissatisfied with Ulduar, a place full of the divinity of creation and the power of corruption. The aura here suppressed it, making Xiaoyi appear very irritable.

But General Karl, who was called later, didn't care.

This powerful stone general who always likes to find various reasons to fish for fish and regards the five hundred years of serving Black as a vacation in another world lazily stretched his arms with stone wings and said to the pirate:

"Ah, you don't even have the ability to fight on your own? My weak lord, or do you want to experience a fight where you can reap the benefits?

But I haven’t been in a good state lately, I’ve been guiding those clumsy masons to shape the stone descendants in this world, so I’m very tired.”

"Hodir, a powerful demigod guardian, known as the King of Winter. He is the god of winter shaped by the roaring Titan Golganeth himself. He controls the most powerful ice power in this star. .”

Black played with his Titan Good Luck Dice, introduced him as BOSS, and said to General Karl:

"I don't think you can meet such a powerful character in the Shadow Realm for tens of thousands of years. Don't you want to taste the delicious 'Anima Ice Cream'?

According to our agreement, I can allow you to take two-thirds of the loot. This time, except for my share, I will take nothing. Whatever you can take is yours.

Of course, you will share that delicious anima with my loyal Xiaoyi. "

"I told you earlier, this trip turned out to be paid. I thought you were going to use my powerful power for nothing again."

General Karl suddenly became energetic. She reached out and took off her anima battle ax, moved her almost rusty rock body, and said to Blake:

"I'm really tired of working for free. This is what I want. From now on, let's make an agreement like this. When I help you fight, you must remember to pay me.

Walk!

Xiaoyi, let's go hunting! "

The greedy stone-born general jumped up and landed on the head of the howling stone-born demon. Under her command full of fighting spirit, the big stone-born demon howled and carried her towards the Winter Temple.

Because Xiaoyi had no eyes, he almost ran rampant along the way. Regardless of whether the person standing in front of him was a heroic spirit or an army of servants, he was obviously unable to resist a menacing and violent demigod.

Smelling the delicious anima, the thick-skinned and violent stone demon savagely smashed the ice of the Winter Temple and rushed into the battlefield of the heroic spirits who were struggling with Hodir.

The progress of the heroic spirits here is very slow.

Even though they were led by ruthless characters like Varok Saurfang who wielded the dragon-slaying axe, facing the winter god Hodir who could whip up violent blizzards and freeze the battlefield in an instant, the advantages in numbers and combat power were almost completely eliminated. exemption.

After all, it would be difficult for the heroic spirits to withstand an enemy who is extremely good at forced group control. As the demigod of the Frost Giant race, Hodir is tall and clumsy, but his wolf wrapped in the power of winter No matter how slow the dental stick is, it will definitely hit the slowed enemy.

A single swipe of the stick can often knock over a piece. The frozen heroic spirits' thunder-cast bodies have also become fragile under the erosion of the cold winter. Facing Hodir's brutal attack, they are like metal in the extreme cold, collapsing at the first touch.

"Varok! Take your people and exit! Go to the Broken Cage to help. The void monsters there are about to rush out. Let all mortal warriors participating in the battle remember to bring the Sin Monument!

If you don't bring it, you don't have to die. "

Black's shout was heard by the silent old orc who was leading the heroic spirits to charge to the death, and Varok gave the order to retreat without any hesitation.

As an excellent commander, he had long seen that this giant would be difficult to overwhelm with numbers, and perhaps it really needed a strong man like Blake to carry out a precise decapitation operation.

When Varok was the last batch to withdraw from the Winter Temple, covered with heavy frost, two demigod stonelings had already taken over the battlefield.

Hodir still used the same old methods to deal with these two guys, but unfortunately, with the eternal stone descendants' super resistance to magic, it was difficult for the winter storm he set off to trap them.

The battle was pushed into a brutal close combat, and Hodir's clumsy movements were resisted by the violent Howling Wings, while the flexible General Karl started to do crazy backstabs like the most terrifying psychic assassin.

By the way, the assassin with the ax is really handsome, and Blake is also thinking about trying to swing a tomahawk to kill people in the shadows one day.

It must be great!

"Hey, Blake!"

When he saw the pirate holding a staff and a strange-looking sea giant carrying broken stones, Shi Shiran walked towards the temple as if on an outing, Varok, who was smashing the frost shell on his body, suddenly stopped him.

The old orc stepped forward and whispered:

"The grasslands of Nagrand are calling my brother's heroic spirit to return home, but Red has been looking for various reasons to reject our proposal. He seems to want to keep my brother's remains in Azeroth for a long time.

I already know that the Lich King has arrived in the Eastern Continent, tell me honestly, is he aiming for "

"No, don't think too much about it."

Blake waved his hand and said:

"He has that idea, and you should also know that death is not the end of Brox's life, but the current Lich King cannot awaken the remains of the Titan's enemy.

He also lacks a weapon that can make him more powerful. Varok, I know this is a bit of a challenge to your bottom line, but I think you can guess why I arranged it this way.

You know what's best for your brother.

You also know that it takes a chance to free the green-skinned captives who are still in the human kingdom's shelter. Perhaps your brother can help Red accomplish this after his death.

That was the final sacrifice of House Saurfang."

"I know, I understand, but it's hard for me to accept."

Varok grabbed hold of the warrior artifact Brox left for him, the dragon-slaying axe, and gritted his teeth and said:

"If you want to take him away, you have to get through me first!"

"Then I advise you to write a suicide note in advance, my dear Varok."

Blake curled his lips and said:

“If it were before, I would advise you not to do this.

After all, your civilization is recovering, and you can participate in that process on behalf of your brother, using your life experiences to teach the surviving orcs how to start a new life.

Instead of dying irresponsibly.

But now, I'm sorry, I don't care about other people's choices and the way they see the world. "

After saying that, the neutral evil pirate took out a few gold coins from his arms, put them into Varok's hand, patted his shoulder with a smile on his face, and said:

"Now, the gift money for attending the funeral has been paid in advance. I will bring more people to your funeral to eat and drink. Remember to tell Red before you die to invite a few panda chefs to take charge.

If the food is bad, I will consider holding a funeral for Red on the spot. "