Shadow Trails in Azeroth

The Wind Rider is dead.

Although Al'Akir didn't make a single sound from the beginning to the end of this battle, the anomaly caused by its death was still felt by the entire world.

The roaring sandstorm in the Uldum Desert subsided without any warning, and it only took a few seconds for the sky to turn from gloomy to clear.

And those Tovir people who were forced into despair by the Eternal Wind Legion just stood dumbly in the city that had turned into a desert, dumbfounded as they watched the wind elemental elites who were so fierce just now swarm into the sky.

It's not like they're escaping.

Instead, it seemed like an organized retreat, just as unannounced as their arrival.

But under the clear sky, the Tol'vir people with slightly better eyesight can see the strange palace suspended above the clouds. It has never been as clear as it is today, as if it can be touched with a stretch of hand.

In ancient legends, the palace in the clouds represents the majesty of the Lord of the Sky. All To'vir people grew up listening to these ancient stories.

The legendary King of the Sky is violent and insane.

It hates all living life and takes pleasure in destroying and destroying. No one can guess what it is thinking, and no one can stop it from unleashing its sourceless rage on the world.

In the memory of the Tol'vir people, the sky is always gloomy, and thunderstorms and lightning turn into the legendary scepter of the Sky King to punish all those who disrespect the sky.

But today's sky is different.

So clear, so calm, even the strong wind that always blows ruthlessly in the desert seems to have become gentle. The wind in this desert has never been so gentle.

Like a lover touching the ends of his hair, and giggling as he flew through the tol'vir's mane.

All this left the big cats at a loss, but the wisest among them had already sensed from the changes in the wind that a terrible era had passed.

"no no!!"

The changes in the will of the wind that Tovir can feel must be felt more deeply by the elemental lord.

At this time, the Lord of the South Wind and the West Wind, who had been taken by Raiden with the guardian and captured under Mimiron's magical device, tasted terrible news from the changes in the wind.

The two powerful and ancient wind elements roared like crazy and hit their own cages.

Their wind god is dead.

Al'Akir died on the Sky Wall, in the origin of all wind elements, which means that there is no possibility of its resurrection, and the era of wind masters is over.

Although the two Wind Lords don't like the moody Al'Akir very much, they are the remnants of the Wind Rider era.

At the beginning of this new era belonging to all wind elements, they have lost all their past power and lofty and privileged status. They have been reduced from the noble wind lords to the prisoners of the Titan Guardians.

These guardians also said that they would be given to the lowly Tol'vir to be judged, and they would be held responsible for the war launched by Al'Akir that almost destroyed the Tol'vir homeland.

This is a really scary future.

However, the two Lords of Wind had no other choice but to accept and endure.

They even prayed in desperation to N'Zoth, the Thousand Bearded Demon, the only remaining ancient god in Azeroth. They were willing to endure the servitude of returning to the Dark Empire era, and also asked N'zoth to rescue them. That bleak and sad future.

However, N'Zoth showed no interest in their calls.

Hey, why are you shouting if you have nothing to do? It’s very noisy, you know? Do you have any sense of justice? Don't Queen Azshara and the entire people of Nazjatar need a rest?

besides!

Don't contact me in the future, I'm afraid the Queen and Black Shaw will misunderstand

That terrible thing had killed all the Old Gods except itself, and had eaten poor Yogg-Saron with Xal'atath.

N'Zoth would be scared to death.

It has a good memory.

It still remembers the scene when it shared Xal'atath with Yogg-Saron, C'Thun and Y'Shaarj, although it only ate a small part due to its weakness at that time.

But I bet that crazy woman Xal'atath will hate it just as much as everyone else. Now N'Zoth is just grateful that his Titan cage is strong enough. Even if Xal'atath comes, he won't be able to sneak in so easily.

It is still trying its best to repair the relationship between itself and Azshara.

N'Zoth knew very well that if the two lunatics really came to kill him, only Azshara would have enough power to protect it.

All in all, the Thousand-Beard Demon is in trouble now, so how can he be in the mood to take care of two bereaved dogs?

But the good news is that Black, who is currently in the Throne of the Wind God, does not think of N'Zoth and has no idea of ​​killing it in the short term.

That job has been taken away by Queen Azshara.

Blake never cared much about things that were not part of his job.

What he cares more about is his future and the benefits he will get in front of him.

At this time, the Sky Wall was filled with joy. After confirming that Al'Akir was dead, the wind elements were celebrating the birth of the new king.

As elemental creatures, they rarely have a tradition of celebration, but as the number one henchman of His Majesty the Wind Chaser, the former foreign elemental lord Gaboa came up with an idea at this time.

He believed that a simple but significant celebration should be held at the Wind God's Throne, which was waiting to be renovated. At the celebration, the Wind God should be crowned by the djinn who had assisted His Majesty Sunderland all the way to this day.

It would be best to invite other elemental monarchs to watch the ceremony, in order to solemnly announce the arrival of a new era of the Sky Wall to the entire elemental world.

His Majesty the Tide Hunter is here, and all he needs to do is send someone to ask His Majesty the Stone Mother to come. Everyone just happens to get together to discuss how to attack the last unstable factor in the elemental world, which is the affairs of the Land of Fire.

The suggestion put forward by Gaboa was quickly recognized by a group of high-level wind elements.

There is little formal diplomacy between the elementals, but these days are different, and it may be time to repair the bad relationship between the air elementals and other elementals caused by Al'Akir's capriciousness.

With the current weak posture of the Sky Wall, if other elements invade again, they may not be able to stop it.

So, under the command of the Djinn and Gaboa, the wind elements began to collect items for the celebration. Because it was the first time in the history of the wind elements to hold such a celebration, many wind elements were very excited.

For example, Blake saw a wind elemental holding a ceremonial lightning rod on his head flying past his eyes in cheers and said, "The lightning rod is used to call thunderstorms, right?"

So the content of the celebration of the wind elements is to ask His Majesty the Wind Chaser to perform a trick on the spot for other elemental monarchs to destroy human cities with thunderstorms to cheer everyone up?

Hiss, this is a bit too exciting, right?

"Unfortunately, it was punctured."

The pirate who finished complaining was playing with Al'Akir's elemental core in his hand, and he looked at the fist-sized sapphire in his hand.

There are obvious tears on it.

When the Wind Rider was alive, this thing was as big as a mammoth, but as we all know, changing the size of any place is a unique skill of elemental creatures.

After Al'Akir died, due to the escape of the wind essence, this thing "shrunk" to this in a short period of time.

Fortunately, Blake is not a shaman. He does not need the huge amount of wind essence stored in Al'Akir's storm core. What he needs is another thing.

Anima!

Al'Akir's Storm Anima.

"Shua"

The pirate roughly grabbed the storm core in his hand, and when his fingers struck hard with the power of the void, the broken core quickly shattered. Then he shook it vigorously and took out a ball of anima that was shining with orange light. ball.

It is said that anima is actually the condensation of skill and power, and it will always bring a hint of the characteristics of the owner.

Therefore, when Blake held Al'Akir's anima, he could even feel that it was as light as the wind, as if it could slip away at any time, but it also had the stimulation of lightning beating, which made his fingers numb.

Blake stared at it, and the anima entries quickly appeared in front of him:

Name: God of the Wind

Quality: Legend [Crown of Elements]

Anima special effects:

1. Four trends:

The Heart of the Storm from Al'Akir will give anima users the power to harness the storm.

While holding this anima, the user and his allies will be periodically strengthened by the power of the four winds and weaken the enemy with different effects. This effect will be activated at the beginning of the battle and will continue to cycle until the end of the battle.

The effects of the Four Winds are as follows:

Grinding East Wind: Provides [Legendary Cutting Wind] magical enhancement to the weapons of the user and their allies, causing [Blowing Wind] magical armor-piercing effect to all enemies.

Healing West Wind: Restores the vitality of the user and his allies and grants the additional attack speed and dodge bonus effects of [Legendary Wind Elegance], causing [Poison] and [Life Loss] effects to the enemy.

Frozen North Wind: Provides the user and their allies with the [Legendary Ice Shield] defense effect, and causes [Wailing Ice] and [Heat Absorption] to weaken the enemy.

Thunder South Wind: Provides the user and their allies with the temporary enchantment effect of [Legendary Thunder Armament], causing [Thunder Strike] and [Paralysis] to weaken the enemy.

2. Wind Rider:

Holding this anima will grant the user the highest level of natural resistance, and add a natural damage effect based on 50% of the destructive power of each hit to any of the user's attacks.

The effect type is true damage.

If divine power is attached, the damage caused by this effect will not be immune to any form of defense.

Possessing the power of the Wind Rider allows the user to walk on the wind. In any place where natural wind exists, the user's movement speed will continue to increase until the user's physical fitness cannot bear it.

Holding the power of the Wind Rider will grant the user a saving throw effect against any attack containing the "wind" attribute, with the upper limit of the saving throw being [Demigod].

Notice:

The effect of [Wind Rider] can be combined with the anima special effect of [God-Killing Lord] currently owned by the holder, so that the upper limit of elemental attack immunity granted by God-Killing Lord is increased from [Legendary] to [Demigod].

When the attack triggers [Lightning], the additional knockdown effect of [Gust Blast] will be added.

Item Description:

At this time, all you need to say is: strong wind! Follow my orders! ! !

"Really, that's what I'm missing."

Blake was very satisfied with the effect of this anima. While whistling happily, he slapped the ball of Wind Rider's anima onto the boots of his Moon Night Armor.

This replaces the [Tidewalker] anima that was previously taken from the Sea Giant Demigod. Although this thing is also a legendary anima, the combat effect it imparts has obviously not kept pace with the growth of the stinky pirate's strength.

But the value of the legendary anima is very high. Black put the replaced Tidewalker anima into the anima container, and he will definitely be able to sell it for a good price in the future.

After finishing this matter, Blake took out the set of "Fist of Storm" elemental artifacts that he had kept in his luggage for a long time.

Blake got this thing a long time ago.

But because it was contaminated with Al'Akir's aura, it couldn't be used. Now that Al'Akir is dead, Black naturally has no scruples.

He proudly put this "big fist" that seemed to be made of rock on his hand, just like wearing boxing gloves, with a sense of security and professionalism.

"Bang, bang, bang"

The stinky pirate collided his fists in front of him a few times, causing dazzling sparks to pop out, and then performed several professional boxing postures above the clouds.

Then, he looked at the cool big fist in his hand and sighed regretfully.

It's cool, it's awesome, and it's infused with the Wind Rider vibe, making it a true elemental relic, but unfortunately, the pirate's current arsenal is already full.

Even the Bullying Blade, which is very useful when torturing vegetables, and the Red-throated Dog Fang, which can poison most enemies, have difficulty occupying Black's first-hand weapon slot, and the outstanding Spear of the Wild Gods is even more difficult. Haven't appeared for a long time.

At the moment, there is really no room left for these majestic fists to be effective.

According to the gameplay in my memory, this thing should be a professional artifact belonging to monks. The power given by the storm is also very suitable for melee monks to use. However, in the real world, there is no difference between these professions. So important.

"Fenna must really like these violent gloves, so let's give them to her as a gift to become a demigod in the future."

Blake moved his mighty fists and held his jade pipe in his mouth. He put his thunder-splashed fists on his hips and looked back at the ceremonial platform behind him that had been set up by the busy wind elements.

He thought:

"Sister Idiot and Little Xingxing must also like this excitement, but it's a pity that they can't come. Then I'll take some more photos and show them back to them. It's really rare to come to this sky realm."

"Hello!"

Putting a hand on Blake's shoulder, the drunken and happy pirate god Gaboa burped and said to Blake:

"I'm really happy today. Come on, have a drink."

He couldn't help but put a bottle of his own treasured ten-thousand-year-old Zandalari wine into Blake's hand, which made the pirate raise his eyebrows.

The wine cellars of Zandalari's Golden Dynasty store such fine wines, which are said to have been passed down from the era of Emperor Dasa. This fine wine, which is more than 12,000 years old, is made from voodoo and is the heart of all alcoholics in the world. of holy objects.

Such a bottle of wine can be sold for at least hundreds of thousands of gold coins in the South China Sea black market run by Mrs. Guo Ya. It seems that Gaboya is indeed very happy today, otherwise this stingy old guy would not be able to come up with such a good grade of wine. Come share.

"Snapped"

The pirate unscrewed the gag and took a sip into his mouth unceremoniously.

He allowed Gaboa to hold hands with him and whispered:

"You will be a big shot in the future. I just heard from the Djinn that Prince Sunderland decided to give you the title of 'Storm Prince' to reward you for your contribution in overthrowing Al'Akir's brutal rule.

I will salute you when I see you from now on, you lucky bastard. When you ascend to the court of the King of Gold, Rastakhan and his daughter will take the initiative to greet you.

It was really a step out of the quagmire of the pirate industry.

Not to mention you are a god.

In the future, you will also be admired by those rookies. "

"Hahaha, yes, that's it. Come on, if you can talk, talk more and make me happy."

Gaboa laughed triumphantly:

"I have really reached the pinnacle of my life. Even if I die now, I can't say this. Anyone who has said this will have a bad ending.

I have to thank you for this, Black. If you hadn't saved me from the execution rack at Zemlan's port, I would probably be just a crazy skeleton pirate now.

I have nothing to thank you for."

"Well, big shot, come and box, I suddenly want to box."

Black glanced at the big thunder-splashed fist in his hand, and said to the drunken Gaboa:

“Come and have a fight with me.

Without any ability, I just use my fists and kicks to determine the outcome, which satisfies the simple happiness I want to achieve at this time. I think I don't need you to thank me when my big fist hits your smug face. "

"Wow, are you serious?"

The drunken Gaboa took a look at the big thunder-splashing glove on Black's hand. The pirate god swallowed his saliva and said:

"I agreed in advance that no slaps in the face are allowed. I will attend the coronation ceremony later. We must set the rules. What I mean is"

"Bullshit!"

"Fuck! I told you not to slap me in the face, you bastard! I am a god, and I want to face you, do you understand? I will fight with you today! Come on, who is afraid of whom?"