Shadow Trails in Azeroth

"What? Defiler? Archimonde? Here?"

The panicked Little Xingxing, along with the equally panicked Zhou Zhuo and Brian, ran back to the busy construction site where the ruins of the Secret Academy were being renovated.

The news they brought back did not surprise the pirates, but it made the soldiers of the Legion of Light raise their weapons in unison.

War Archbishop Mograine said in an uncertain tone:

"How is this possible? According to the news from the Holy Light Legion, the Defiler should be trekking towards Argus from the stars at this time. When Illidan moved Argus, the Defiler and its elite army were not here.

After the Star of Marton, the war hub of the Burning Legion, was destroyed, it became very difficult for demons to cross the star sea. How could it suddenly arrive in a ruins in Mac'Aree?

Still sealed in a 20,000-year-old library? This sounds strange no matter how you sound.

Did you read it wrong? "

"I'm not wrong, you stupid paladin! I am one of the few dragon warriors who has endured the finger of death head-on without dying!"

The little star who was questioned responded angrily:

"It's impossible for me to forget the power of that evil spell. I'm sure it's Archimonde! I also heard its strange, powerful roar! It's absolutely true!"

"Okay, stop arguing, Archimonde is not here."

Blake reached out and pressed the little star's trembling head, and said to Mograine:

"But what Little Star saw is not fake. What exists there is most likely an echo of Archimonde. You know, as a big devil, it can strip away some of its power and leave it somewhere.

This is not difficult for it. "

"Ha, it turns out it was just an echo. It scared me to death."

Little Xingxing let out a deep breath and patted her soft thighs vigorously. The little fishman at her feet was even more unbearable and collapsed on the ground.

Just now, when he saw Archimonde throwing the finger of death randomly, Benbolba was also frightened.

It would angrily hammer the Mystery Box at hand, croaking and complaining that this piece of shit was unreliable.

It was clearly untied with a simple twist before, but this time when life was at stake, it couldn't be untied. It really scared the fishman to death.

"I just heard someone mention that taboo name in my field! How dare you!"

Just as a group of people were talking, the ground around them turned into quicksand, spinning and shaping the ferocious face of Old Man Sakir. The Great Initiator shouted crazily:

"Where is Archimonde? Tell me, where is that damn traitor?"

"Right in the back mountain!"

Little Xingxing shouted to the old man as if she had seen a savior:

"The captain said that what exists there is just an echo of the past! It guards the Enlightenment Library and won't let us go in to collect precious cultural relics."

"Huh? What are you talking about in your little head?"

Uncle Saqil said in surprise:

"The Enlightenment Library is obviously in another direction. The place you are referring to is the tribunal, where the principal punishes students. As for the library, I originally built it underground to prevent sudden disasters from destroying the precious Enlightenment Library. land.

It turned out that my prediction was very accurate. Lo and behold, the entire academy was destroyed, but my library was still intact. "

"Ah this."

Sachiel's revelation made the shocked Lao Zhou and Brian widen their eyes. They thought they had discovered something extraordinary just now.

Lao Zhou hurriedly took out the "mysterious slates" he had collected and showed them to Saqil. He asked:

"Uncle, what do these stone slabs represent? The writing on them is all in ancient Ereda language. They must be very important things, right?"

"Well"

The flames in Thal'kiel's eyes gathered into a very strange shape.

He hesitated for a moment, nodded reluctantly, and said to Lao Zhou:

"Yes, this is a very 'important' thing, but I won't tell you directly what it means. I can't deprive you of the pleasure of pursuing true wisdom."

“The slate in your hand says ‘Today’s Special: Charcoal-Grilled Tabou Lamb Tenderloin’.”

Blake glanced over there, yawned, and casually revealed the answer:

"Congratulations, Old Zhou. It seems that you have excavated the ruins of the restaurant of the Mystic Academy. You have collected many precious recipes that were preserved in the disaster. You have really made an 'important contribution' to the excavation of the Eredar civilization."

"What about this?"

Lao Zhou was dumbfounded, but the old dwarf was obviously unable to accept the reality. He hurriedly took out the rubbing from his bag and unfolded it for Blake to see. The stinky pirate took a look, rubbed his chin and said:

"Well, this is interesting. Let me read it to you.

Ahem.

Principal Archimonde is an idiot! That blabbering idiot has jammed my paper thirty-seven times. He is just pursuing power for his own bad taste. He is not as fair as Principal Sakir!

Seconded!

Well said above!

Kill that stupid principal!

I'm going to report him to Prophet Velen!

If you bastards carve anything on the toilet pillars again, 100 credits will be deducted from each of you at the end of the semester! Don't think I don't know who you are! In addition, Archimonde is indeed a fool, and he will be killed sooner or later! -Argon, the senior initiate of the Academy.

Long live the Inspiring One! (X20)

I'm going to hand you the knife, let's go together! "

After Blake finished reading these obscure ancient Eredar words, everyone around him fell into a deathly silence. The old dwarf looked desperate and his eyes were dull.

He felt that the good reputation he had spent his whole life building would be completely ruined.

Damn it!

It turns out that the damn broken sculpture was buried underground for a reason. Besides, the students in the golden age of the eredar civilization are no different from those bastard students in Azeroth.

"I need some quiet time. Don't touch me!"

Brian was so angry that he tore the rubbing paper in his hand to pieces. He picked up his pipe and walked angrily outside the Secret Academy. It looked like he had suffered a terrible blow.

Lao Zhou hurriedly chased him out, fearing that the old dwarf might be in danger.

Little Xingxing rubbed her belly and laughed. She had decided to write this story into her new autobiography to shake things off. The effect would be very good.

As for Blake.

He was originally a little angry because Brian broke the agreement and made something dangerous, but after seeing that the old dwarf finally got the punishment of his fate, the anger in his heart disappeared.

Brian will definitely learn a real lesson this time. For example, don't be anxious when you dig up cultural relics. Be sure to identify them carefully. Maybe they are toilet relics from ancient times.

At this moment, he followed Thal'kiel to the back mountain to deal with the past echoes of Archimonde's stay in the Arcane Academy. He even hummed a pirate song happily on the way.

The two people quickly arrived at the ruins of the Inquisition. They passed through the opened sealed door and saw the echoes of Archimonde's past walking around in the intact Inquisition, muttering something.

But the strange thing is that the Archimonde who exists here is not the terrifying look of a polluter strengthened by evil energy, but still maintains the posture of an eredar, wearing the robe of the enlightener, holding a A staff of the Apostle of Argus.

Paired with the caster decorations on his body, he looks majestic and has the graceful posture of a high-level spellcaster.

The sharp-eyed Black also saw the Skull of Thal'kiel hanging around Archimonde's Echo. He turned to look at the skull of Old Thal'kiel whose head was breathing fire.

Yeah, exactly the same.

"Look at this coward."

Old Man Saqir looked at the echo of the seal being stripped away before his eyes. He sneered and said in a stern voice:

"In order to show his loyalty to his new master, he stripped his past from his body, symbolizing a complete farewell to his 'weak past'.

He also wanted to bury his past in this ruins like a thief. Presumably, he personally destroyed the secret academy that trained him for the same reason.

He regarded his past self as a symbol of weakness, even though he had climbed step by step from a poor boy at the bottom to the highest position of civilization.

But he regarded the humiliation of kneeling before the God of Darkness like a weakling as his moment of glory.

Oh my God

I must have been blind.

How could I regard such a person as my best disciple and my successor? From this point of view, perhaps my disaster was all caused by myself. "

"Are you going to kill it here?"

Blake picked up his pipe and said:

"The strength of this echo is weak, at most it is legendary level, but Archimonde is not dead yet, there must be some connection between its echo and its body.

If you kill this thing here, it is equivalent to personally announcing that you are back.

Archimonde will feel it immediately. "

"Will this affect your war?"

Thal'kiel asked.

Blake looked at him in surprise and said:

"What are you talking about? Will you stop if I don't let you kill it? If you had listened to others' advice, you wouldn't be in this situation, right?

Kill it.

Anyway, it was only a matter of time before I was exposed. Once I went to the Seat of the Triumvirate, I would be discovered by Kil'jaeden, so it didn't matter.

Consider it a declaration of war.

Maybe the polluter will be angered by you and come roaring to kill you again. In this case, wouldn’t it be easy to do what I promised you? "

"Hahaha, that makes sense."

The crazy Thal'kiel nodded with satisfaction. He leaned on the Scythe of Ulthalus Deadwind Reaper and turned back to Black:

"Well, I'm going to ask you to leave for now, Blake. I have a little 'private business' and I need to 'talk' to my student's response. It may take a while, but I think it's totally worth it."

"As you please."

Blake took a step back, blew out a ring of hot smoke and said:

"I'm just about to prepare for the trip to the Seat of the Triumvirate. I'll leave the rest and base construction here to you. The three of them will stay here to assist you and complete their advanced thesis.

I am now a master warlock who has been rejected by evil. I can't help them in this regard, so I can only trouble you. "

“It is the bounden duty of educators to spread knowledge and shape the future.”

Thaqir laughed in a long voice and said:

"It's all on me, go and do your work."

"Um."

The pirate took one last look at Archimonde's past echo. He took a few steps back and disappeared into the shadows. He was not at all interested in what crazy and evil things Thal'kiel was going to do to this echo next.

He didn't even want to think about it.

With things at the Arcane Academy over, it's time to move forward to Mac'Aree's final secret.

Obtaining the ownership of the Arcane Academy from Thal'kiel was just a sweet appetizer. The real delicacy was the seat of the Tribunal in front of him.

With this thought in mind, the pirates were about to go find the guys from the Holy Light Legion and ask them to bring weapons and supplies to the dangerous place. However, before they could return to the temporary base of the Holy Light Legion, a ball of flying flames swooshed. He ran into Blake's arms.

It did not cause an energy shock or allow the pirates to escape from the shadows. This was just the dissolution and return of the inner demons. However, only Oreses came back, which gave the pirates an ominous premonition.

He stopped in the air, stepping on the wind to look at the situation of the Flame Witch at the soul level. This sight made him pale with horror.

"Hey! How did you do this?"

The pirate looked at the high-level warlock with wounds all over his body in shock. His little inner demon would be curled up in the pirate's soul cage, like a frightened cat.

To be honest, with her naked body and scars all over her body, she really looks like a weak beauty after being bullied. Well, of course, this idea is a bit perverted.

"How long have you been out for? Who did you meet?"

The pirate asked in surprise:

"Didn't you say that you two sisters joined forces and killed even demigods? You came back in such a dejected manner in less than three hours? Where is your sister?"

"Sister, sister was taken away."

The high-level warlock Oreses, who was curled up in the soul cage, hugged her knees with her hands, as if she was really frightened, and said tremblingly:

"As soon as we entered the Seat of the Triumvirate, we were attacked by a group of weird ethereal spirits. They called themselves the Shadow Guards. They warned us to stay away from their territory. They said they had an agreement with the Burning Legion.

They help the demons cleanse the void pollution that exists there.

They must be lying. The Burning Legion will not cooperate with the void creatures, but they are not the only ones there. There are also terrible things there.

A hunter that can walk on the physical and ethereal planes suddenly appeared in front of my sister and me, and our magic was useless against it.

It. It said that my sister smelled of fallen vanity, and it said that it wanted to sacrifice us to the truth.

My sister is trying to protect me.

Go and save her! "

"Huh? I said you devil, you are really ignorant."

Blake snorted and said:

"Is this your attitude when you asked your master to go rescue people? This was your attitude when you spoke to Kil'jaeden in the Burning Legion before? Why didn't the Deceiver throw you into the Soulmelting Forge to teach you the rules?"

"boom"

In the pirate's soul cage, Alleses suddenly made a motion of prostrating herself to the ground. The grumpy and arrogant upper demon cried and screamed:

"Please, my supreme master, save my sister, I can't live without her. I will be very good in the future, and I will try my best to complete everything you ask. I can give up everything, I only want my sister.

Please, save her.

That dangerous guy is not kidding, I saw it has the same weird ability as you, it can sacrifice its captives to the void in exchange for power.

I saw it with my own eyes, and it said that my sister who is full of evil wisdom is an excellent sacrifice."

"What did you say?"

Blake's expression became serious and he said:

"Did you see it sacrifice prisoners with your own eyes? Just like I sacrificed Ragnaros before?"

"Exactly the same!"

Olaise screamed:

"The only difference is that you use your left hand, and it's needed to build the altar of truth."

"Ha, it turns out we are colleagues."

Blake sneered and said:

"Sure enough, the servants of the void who are unwilling to be lonely are always scattered all over the stars. I caught them this time! Let's go and save my incompetent but beautiful little hoofed servant.

I hope she can endure the torture of the void for a longer time, otherwise she will have no choice but to collect the corpse. "