Shadow Trails in Azeroth

"I'm here to see how to use it. Alas, there are no instructions or anything."

Back near the Arcane Academy, Blake stood on the Thunder God's Throne on the Little Star, fiddling with the Crown of Governors in his hand.

He rotated the ashes composed of three-color crystals several times to release the power inside, and then held it in front of him, allowing natural light to pass through the crystal and project onto the ground.

"Hey! Invisible."

Little Star exclaimed. Under the gaze of the Blue Dragon Princess, as Captain Stinky changed the angle of the crystal, the light projected from the ground scattered and formed something like a curtain. The academy guards were busy on the ruins of the Mystic Academy. As long as the structure is enveloped by the light curtain, its color will change rapidly.

Those moving things seemed to be "filtered" out, quickly disappearing from sight, leaving only the simulated desolate ruins.

It's like a chameleon changing in the light.

"This works well."

Blake also noticed the effect of "Shadow of the World·Augure Echo".

He spread his senses to the blocked areas on the ground. Only when he was holding the Crown of the Governor could he faintly sense that something was moving in the light curtain.

If the world artifact is not in hand, you may need to enter the ruins or use void perception to accurately capture what exists in it.

This kind of occlusion of the shadow of the world is very similar to the Great Leaf Shadow Barrier outside Tol Barad Island, but its effect is much more advanced than simple optical occlusion.

"If it's difficult for me to sense the activities in the covered area, then the demons won't even be able to find the base we are building for a while."

Blake stroked the Crown of Governor in his hand with satisfaction. He changed the direction of the crystal emblem again. It took a few minutes to cover the entire ruins of the Arcane Academy with the Shadow of the World, and then disguised the place as miserable as before. He looked at the miserable ruins, then snapped his fingers at the little star and said:

"Get down."

"Hey, I'm not your driver. The tone of your order is really annoying, but for the sake of collecting great stories today, I will forgive you generously."

Little Xingxing curled her lips and complained, but she still obediently drove her Thor Throne into the shadow of the world with a whoosh.

It's like walking through a strange bubble. After entering it, you can clearly feel the filtering and changes of the light. When the little star looks back, a super large "energy bubble" is shrouding here.

From the inside, it doesn't matter to the outside, but from the outside, you can't see anything inside, just like a one-way transparent "car glass".

This is so cool too.

"Does its masking effect always exist?"

Lan Long asked in a low voice:

"This barrier won't disappear after you leave Mac'Aree, right?"

"No, as long as the Crown of Governors is within the range of Argus, the Shadow of the World will continue to be in effect.

Although this thing has almost become a waste due to the end of the world, it is a world artifact after all, and it still has such a sustainable power. "

Blake put the crystal badge on a very delicate chain and fixed it on his cloak like a strange decoration.

He gently let go, and the three-color crystal floated behind the pirate's head and rotated slightly, resembling the images of religious figures in paintings.

The pirate boasted:

“The barrier of World Shadow can still move with me.

In other words, as long as I want, I can take the expeditionary force and sneak directly into the Antolan Wasteland under Kil'jaeden's nose at any time, and even enter the Burning Throne without anyone noticing, giving the big devil a surprise! "

"With just this few people, do you still want to launch a beheading campaign against Kil'jaeden?"

Little Xingxing held up her little notebook to record the magic of the Governor's Crown, while curling her lips and saying:

"Just brag, I'm no longer the stupid dragon who didn't know anything before. You can indeed bring the advance army into the Burning Throne, but so what?

That is the heart of the Burning Legion. With titans like Aggramar sitting there, it is useless even if you miraculously kill Kil'jaeden. The Burning Legion will not collapse because of the death of the Deceiver.

Kil'jaeden and Archimonde are just the 'professional managers' of the legion, and even though they look majestic, they are just slaves of the Dark Titan.

Unless, you can directly assassinate Sargeras! "

"I haven't lived enough yet. Look at what you came up with! I guess I have to be about ten times stronger to avoid being trampled to death when I give Lord Sargeras a pedicure."

Blake felt that little Xingxing was not cute at all. She looked so silly before, but now she seems to be smart all of a sudden.

It's really hard to adjust to.

He jumped down from the Thunder God's Throne and glanced back. The soldiers of the Holy Light Legion also entered the shadow of the world, and they were resting on the edge.

The ground in front of the pirates was turning into quicksand, and Old Man Sachiel clearly felt the changes in the academy's environment. When he knew that Blake was back, he wanted to talk to the pirates about the construction style of the base, but he just used his own The quicksand heart could jump out of the ground. Before the old man could say anything, the fire in Satqir's eyes suddenly burst into flames when he saw the pirate for the first time.

In the eyes of the initiate, the image of the pirate is still that of a handsome evil ruffian, but outside his body, there seems to be an abyssal creation that reaches into the sky and the earth.

A spellcaster of Sachiel's level can clearly see Blake's changes. He can see the abyssal appearance of the Thousand Tongue Demon hiding in Blake's body, exuding cold malice towards him.

The slender and weird armless body, the black tattered robe woven with the abyss' breath, the purple chaotic face under the dark hood, and the ten thousand snake tentacles wrapped around the abyssal appearance.

Those eyes!

Those eyes that rotated to look at him from all directions, those blue eyeballs with flipped pupils, seemed to sense a target that could be preyed upon.

They emit a strange light, like shining dark stars appearing in front of Thal'kiel's eyes, teaching him thousands of truths from the lightless sea.

Oh, come, obey, listen, kneel.

That is the call of truth, like the rolling tide hitting the ignorant on the beach, trying to sweep him into the dark but warm ocean in a rolling wave.

Integrate with endless knowledge and let your humble existence become a part of greatness.

Thal'kiel felt that his mad mind was being summoned, and every spark of his mind was cheering and urging him to embrace the abyss in front of him.

But the intellect of the Initiator desperately resists this call to truth.

It was trying to wake up the old man, but this task was so difficult that Sachiel's body froze in place in the conflict between instinct and reason, and his fingers trembled.

It's like excitement, but also fear.

"Hey! Wake up!"

After more than ten seconds, Old Man Saqil woke up from his weird thoughts.

The fire in his eye sockets rose, and he saw Blake standing in front of him, staring with a "concerned neurotic" look, and waving his left hand to slap the cheek of his burning skull.

"Whoosh"

The old man who woke up flashed several meters away from the pirates with a whoosh. He grabbed the whining Headwind Reaper and blocked it from his eyes. In a tone that was mixed with fear and anxiety, he asked incoherently:

"What have you turned yourself into? What happened to you in the Seat of the Tribunal? Why are you like this?"

"Well, this matter is very complicated and can't be explained in a sentence or two. Just know that it's not a bad thing."

The pirate held his pipe in his mouth, calmed down his thoughts about the truth, and sent away several spiritual students who were summoned by the truth. He watched the spiritual students who were just waking up from a dream rub their eyes and turn around to leave. He shrugged helplessly. Shrugging, he said to Thakir:

"The good news is that I am a true demigod now. The bad news is that after the inexplicable upgrade, I may really need to adapt to the new power.

You are all spirits who are not protected by flesh and blood. If they come too close to me, they will be involuntarily summoned by me and dedicate themselves to the truth, so I want to leave here.

This is for your own good. "

"Then leave quickly! The further you go, the better!"

Old man Sachir waved his hand and urged:

"Even I can't resist your void breath, let alone others. You, the scourge and god of plague, quickly leave my academy and wait until the main force of the anti-magic coalition in Azeroth is assembled before coming back.

I'll fix the base here.

Keep the Governor's Crown you got here. I know that thing has the effect of strengthening the field. With it, this base is impregnable. "

"That's not okay!"

The pirate turned and said:

"It's useful if I keep this thing. The precious field enhancement cannot be wasted on you."

After saying that, Blake took a few steps back, only to see the croaking little fish-man carrying a beaten, bruised and swollen Argus that looked like a squirrel, walking towards him triumphantly.

As if returning from hunting, Benbolba showed off the unlucky "squirrel" ears to Black.

In its other hand, it held a strange large pancake, which exuded a delicious aroma, but half of it had been eaten by the fish-man. This stupid fish-man's mouth was full of butter-like pancake foam.

With bright eyes, it handed the remaining half of the muffin to Blake, gesturing for him to try it too, and winked in frustration that this thing was a real "good thing."

"What is this?"

The pirate took the half piece of muffin and looked at it in front of his eyes. He felt that there was something strange about the food.

"That is a sacred waffle with the addition of 'wisdom enlightenment'. It is the specialty pastry of the magic chef of the Mystic Academy. It is a sacred pastry that can only be made in the Academy."

Sachiel, who was far away from the "dangerous" Black, noticed the food in the pirate's hands, and he reminded:

“Eating this sacred waffle will enlighten the eater’s wisdom and expand their thinking, but after the destruction of the Arcane Academy, the method of making this thing was lost.

What your little fish man caught should be a small animal in the academy kitchen that always eats waffles. The academy chef named it the "Waffle Thief".

I remember they called him Fisher, and he was a common pet among the chefs.

I didn't expect this little guy to live until now. "

"Infected by the Void, no doubt."

Blake glanced at the little Argus squirrel, who had been beaten up by Benbol and had his face swollen and had his "treasure" taken away. He put half of the sacred muffin in his hand into a jewelry box and whistled:

"When Fenna comes over, give her this thing as a snack to see if her brain can be saved. Hey, little idiot, use your good luck to search in the kitchen ruins and see if you can find it. Recipe for this stuff.

Those stupid students at Nathalas College also need this thing to enlighten their wisdom. "

"Quack!"

The little fishman made a military salute, threw the bruised and swollen "Waffle Thief" on the ground, then summoned his own big owl, rode on it and flew towards the ruins of the kitchen in the back mountain.

However, the Argus squirrel, which had been robbed of the last piece of sacred muffin it had collected by the bully murloc, did not run away. It squatted at the feet of the pirate, clasped its hands and begged the stinky pirate to return his "treasure" to him.

However, this little guy obviously didn't realize what kind of existence it was in front of. It boldly looked directly into the pirate's eyes, and immediately started to fight drunkenly on the spot with a secret roar, and was caught back by the quick-eyed Sakir.

It seems that the lonely old man also needs an "old friend" as a pet.

Little Xingxing heard about the interesting thing called sacred waffles and followed it with a wink. She felt that her thinking could still be expanded.

After the two living treasures left, Mograine came over. He held a Holy Light Crystal in his hand that could communicate with Zenidar, and said to Black seriously:

"I contacted the Zenidal spacecraft. The Holy Light Legion encountered trouble in the Void Light Temple. Zela is calling us to return."

"trouble?"

Blake blinked and said to himself that this was all arranged by him and the Dread Lord. As soon as the Legion of Holy Light arrived, the demonic defenders of the Void Light Temple would immediately collapse.

It's just a formality, what could possibly go wrong?

He raised his eyebrows and said:

"What's the trouble? Didn't I predict that your operation will be smooth sailing this time?"

"Your prophecy is very accurate. The warriors of the Holy Light Legion defeated the defending demons there without much effort. Except for Losaxon who unfortunately died in a vicious trap to save the trapped ancestor Naaru, they did not have any casualties."

Mograine shook his head and said:

"The trouble I'm talking about is that the Holy Light Legion encountered a strange 'guest' in that temple."

The archbishop glanced at Blake and whispered:

"It's a group of mysterious Star Saints! Their leader wants to see you by name, saying that he has important news about the Titan Soul to tell you, and Zera is calling us over.

Beacons of Light will soon be dropped on the broken landscape at the edge of Mac'Aree.

We must go. "

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"Kil'jaeden! You loser!"

Just as Blake was preparing to leave Mac'Aree, in the palace of the Demon Throne in the Antolan Wasteland, the largest and core burning continent in the world of Argus, the Defiler's angry roar resounded throughout the hall, scaring the guards of fraud. The demons lowered their heads one by one.

Only the Defilers in the entire legion dared to contradict Lord Kil'jaeden so recklessly.

However, Archimonde was not here at this time. Its angry roar sounded from a very sophisticated legion communicator, and its image was also projected on the communicator.

The background behind Archimonde's figure is a field of stars and a demon fleet advancing at high speed, which represents the Defiler traveling through the stars.

It snarled at the deceiver sitting on the demon's throne:

"The bastards of Azeroth have entered our territory. They are sieging the city of Krokuun, but you turn a blind eye to this and don't even share this information with me!

Your shameful selfishness has overshadowed your loyalty to the Legion! You bastard! "

"Come on, shut up. Your roar can only make me feel how pathetic you are."

Fraudsters don't care.

It didn't even look at Archimonde's anger. It casually grabbed a piece of legion intelligence, opened it, glanced at it, and said:

"So what if I tell you? It will take you some time to return to Argus, right? After losing the portal director Ms. Hasabel, the connection between Argus and other demon war zones was almost cut off overnight. I was ordered Being on Argus is for what Lord Sargeras desires most, and that is my first priority.

What if a swarm of bugs from a world destined to be destroyed wreaked havoc on the barren frontier of Argus?

I don't have time for them. "

"Shut up!"

Archimonde was even more angry at Kil'jaeden's clumsy lie. The tall blue demon roared:

"Don't think that I don't know your thoughts. You just want to use them to lure Velen! Your twisted desire did not extinguish in the world of Draenor last time. You are still longing for Velen.

The desire is so intense that it makes you lose your mind. "

"Um?"

The Deceiver narrowed his eyes.

It waved its hand, and all the demons in the hall filed out. It obviously didn't want other demons to hear the taboo topic brought up by the Defiler.

"Are you sure you want to talk to me about this?"

After only the projections of the Deceiver and the Defiler were left in the hall, Kil'jaeden coughed a few times and said:

“Well, I’d like to take a moment to talk to you.

But I warn you, Archimonde.

If you dare to ruin my 'goodbye' with Velen, I will kill you in the extinguished suns of the stars even if I have to sacrifice everything! I promise! "