Shadow Trails in Azeroth

Narsalas College was not quiet at night.

On the grass under the observatory, a group of Druid students were yawning and observing the impact of the changes in the moon phases on natural magic under the leadership of their instructor.

Next to them, separated by a wall, several apprentices from the Shaman Academy were trying to imbue their own elements with magic. In some ancient traditions, such imbuing and strengthening must be carried out under the moonlight.

Other colleges were quiet.

In addition to the bright lights as always at the Scholomance School, it is said that those guys are about to face the midterm exam, and the topic seems to be to sew up the body of a "loser" from Fight Club without help.

Considering the damn intensity of the fighting over there, this was quite a difficult job. Students from other schools went to observe it and gave it the name "Perfect Restoration of Broken Corpses."

This assessment is very difficult, so there are apprentices "reviewing" there every night in the strange-shaped laboratory building of the Scholomance School.

Anyone who has seen that scene will vomit, so the school cafeteria has stopped delivering meals to the Theosophical School in the past half month to ensure the mental health of its employees.

As for the mages and warlocks' teaching buildings, they were equally busy. They were full of guys who felt that they could not pass the high school entrance examination, so they took advantage of the night to study for events.

All in all, the academy was in good order, as usual.

"I thought you rushed back anxiously to see the 'key project', but this time you brought a man into the laboratory. Have you changed your temper, or are you planning to do something else in my laboratory?"

The gentle and magnetic voice of Prince Faroldis sounded behind Black.

The pirate did not look back but waved his hand one last time, returning the moon phase that had been controlled by him for the past few minutes to normal.

The moment he turned around, the druid mentors from the Cenarion Order below the observatory shouted in unison. Apparently they felt that their efforts to interpret the strange moon phase tonight had failed.

This may be that the moon god is conveying some important information to them, but they cannot interpret it because they are not good at it.

"You seem to be much more relaxed than before. My dear Faroldis, look at the smile on your always melancholy face. Let me guess, during the time I left Azeroth, Here, something good must have happened, right?"

Black sat at Farodis' desk and reached out to take the red wine handed by the Prince of Magic. He winked and asked the spirit in front of him.

Faroldis didn’t hide anything, he said softly:

"On the second week after you left Azeroth, we lifted Azsuna's curse.

My people have regained their sanity, although it took me a month to invite colleagues from the Theosophical School to complete the calibration of their wills and allow them to understand the changes in the world.

But it was all worth it, they no longer cursed me, they understood the truth of the matter, and order was restored in that desolate place.

My people will continue to live there until they no longer want to remain as ghosts in a time that is not theirs.

I left the relationship with the druid mentors in the academy and asked the druids in Val'sharah to help look after them. If they are in need, the druids will escort their souls back to Mount Hyjal and return as elves. To the World Tree.

Although we are not night elves, the Sisters of Elune have always been very interested in saving the souls of our compatriots, and it didn't take much time to convince them.

Thank you, Blake.

After thousands of years of suffering, my people are finally free. "

"Well, this is really a great thing. It would be a bit stingy to use such a small cup to celebrate such a good thing, right?"

Blake glanced at the priceless Elf Empire wine glass in his hand. He made a joke, took another sip of wine, looked at Faroldis with squinting eyes, and said:

"They didn't invite you to stay and rule them? If they are not even willing to say this, it means that no one in your palace has a conscience.

Look at you, the mighty magic prince has become a pirate in order to save his people. "

"They said it. They got together and tried to save me repeatedly. They said they had hurt me for ten thousand years and they wanted to make up for it. I was very moved, but I refused."

Faroldis walked to the window wearing his robe, and looked at Nathalas College under the moonlight from this height. He felt that the moonlight tonight was particularly bright and bright.

He drank down the wine in his hand, turned back to Blake, who was looking at him, and said with a smile:

"My people no longer need a ruler, they are free, and the facts of thousands of years ago have proven that I am not a qualified king. Maybe they will live better without me.

And, since I became a pirate, right? There is always responsibility for the fleet.

What's more, Dean Lan Yue, who always follows the rules, is very irresponsible this time and abandoned the academy to go to the stars to support a certain bastard disciple. If I don't care anymore, the order of the academy that we have worked hard to build will be destroyed. .

This is not what I want to see.

Black, I am no longer a prince, and I have nothing to do with the past. I am just the vice-president of Nathalas College. When you are away, I will help you take care of the college and the students here. "

"These words really touch me, but don't expect me to be merciful and give you extra allowances. That's something that can only be decided by Dean Lanyue, but I can say good things to you."

Blake curled his lips and jumped down from the desk. He put the cup in his hand and picked up the eternal wine collected by Farodis. He raised his head and blew most of the bottle like a cow chewing peonies.

After drinking the wine so comfortably, the pirate coughed and said:

"I heard a few talkative students say on the way that Deathwing came here to cause trouble when I left?"

"I just tried to break into the Great Barrier of Shadows of Leaves. Mentors like myself, Kel'Thuzad, Shaun Moonclaw, Madam Magatha Tide Totem and other mentors blocked it."

Faroldis shook his head and said:

"The situation is not as serious as you think. The crazy dragon seemed to be injured at that time. It flew from the north and came with anger to destroy the academy.

However, they were attacked head-on by the Hydraxia Legion and the Endless Wind Legion in this sea area.

The No. 1 and No. 2 sacred beasts of the Tide Order also came to help. Of course, the Spellweaver and the Red Dragon Queen also participated in the battle. A strange black dragon also participated in the battle. The guy brought the Hammer of Khazgoros and Death. Wings fought bloody battles at sea.

In short, the battle that day was very big, which opened the students' horizons.

This is actually not a bad thing.

Spellcasters born in this era may not be good at academics, but they must have a big heart to accept various emergencies. "

"But it destroyed the tower used by the Warlock School for experiments. It's a pity. I quite like that tower. I have great feelings for that tower, even if it is just a ruins of an observation tower."

Blake pouted and said:

"Anyway, the damn Deathwing owes me another debt. Sooner or later, I have to find that bastard to pay him back. Okay, let's not talk about that pathetic lunatic. Do you have any other plans tonight?"

"No, but I have a lecture tomorrow morning."

Faroldis shrugged and said:

"I should have gone to rest now, but you are lucky, the spirit body does not need to rest. Tell me, why do you want to borrow my laboratory?"

"The curse of flesh and blood."

Blake moved his hands, and while walking towards the laboratory below, he explained to the deputy dean who was following behind him:

"A Titan Guardian is probably tired of the feeling of being a god in the eyes of mortals, so he wants me to help him become a mortal. This job is not difficult, but it requires a quiet and safe place.

I don’t have the key to the college’s laboratory building, so I can only come here to check out your laboratory. "

"Huh? Experimenting with void powers in my lab? I'm starting to regret it, Black."

Faroldis frowned and said:

"Although I owe you a big favor, I just updated the magic barrier in the laboratory yesterday. Why don't you go find Kel'Thuzad?

He will definitely be willing to assist you. "

"The guy went to see a doctor for his kitten."

Blake said with a gloomy look:

"God knows where he is now. Without his leadership, I don't want to enter his damn laboratory. Who knows what might be in it?

There might be something damn similar to the fog of death. Even if I were a god now, it would still hurt if I touched that thing rashly. "

"I see, I'm just going to tell you why the Scholomance School's class schedule is so weird these days."

Faroldis nodded and said nothing more.

When the two came to the laboratory, the shrunken Storm Guardian Thorim was already lying on the experimental table covered with arcane runes.

He seemed to be looking forward to what was going to happen next. When he saw Blake, he said:

"As you requested, Lord Black, I took some time to turn off my energy module."

"very good."

Blake took off a pair of experimental white robes from the wall and put them on his body. He reached out his hand professionally and pressed on Thorim's anthropomorphic but steel body.

He said:

"This process will be a little painful, but I need you to suppress your Titan energy during the first half of the curse's spread, if you don't want to blow up the entire building."

The pirate casually opened a small crack leading to the Sunless Sea, and the thoughts of thousands of truths followed by the low tidal sound filled the entire laboratory in an instant.

Faroldis felt his mind being burned and pulled.

He took a look at the pirate's familiar skills and methods of navigating the dangerous void, and he had a clear understanding of Blake's current spellcasting ability.

Blake dipped his fingers into the crack with something invisible and placed it on Thorim's forehead. While mobilizing the godhead of the Silent One to compile the Void Dream for the Storm Guardian, he explained to his assistant:

"The curse of flesh and blood sounds very high-end, but inside it is just the simplest form of 'force erosion'. Without using academic language to explain it, it can be simply understood as the cannibalism and transformation of Titan energy by the force of the void.

It is a void magic specially developed by the Old Gods to target Titan creations, although it can also be used on other life forms, such as N'Zoth's twisting of the Highborne into Naga.

However, it can be seen from the current strong posture of the Deep Sea Empire that the destructive power of the curse of flesh and blood is quite weak on non-Titan creatures. The ability to distort life forms is already the limit, and will not affect the power of powerful individuals such as Azshara. . "

"Well, Black, we are all knowledgeable people. I have the title of Grand Arcanist, and I have passed the Grand Mage exams in Dalaran and Quel'Thalas before.

In addition, I am an official member of the Grand Wizard of Azeroth's Magic Salon, just like you. "

Faroldis said softly while mobilizing the suppression barrier in the laboratory:

"What I mean is that when you and I discuss these mysterious magics, you don't need to be so 'brief'. Go deeper and tell me its principles, mana models, and laws.

I understand. "

"you sure?"

Blake looked at Thorim who was drowsy under the guidance of the void dream he compiled. He looked back at Farodis and warned:

"This is forbidden knowledge from the Sunless Sea. It's not that I won't go into details, but once you understand it, you will be noticed by the will of truth.

Once you enter that place, don't even think about coming out.

I didn't want to have to explain to my advisor why her handpicked associate dean had turned into a crazy cultist in a lab accident or something. "

"Say it."

Faroldis raised his hand gracefully, and a gorgeous magic manual and an elf-style magic pen were suspended in his hand. He said to Black:

"Unknown magic represents unknown truth, and the pursuit of truth is the basic principle for all spellcasters. If we are afraid of a small risk and stop moving forward, then I will let Dean Lanyue down.

Don't forget, I am also her student.

My juniors are now so good, which makes me feel the long-lost pressure, which seems to be back to the feeling I had when I faced those outstanding peers when I was a student.

I can't be too far behind you, right? My dear junior.

Finally, you don’t have to worry about the influence of the void on me. After Dean Lanyue returns to the academy, I will start the ascension ceremony. My future path belongs to the realm of death.

The influence of the Sunless Sea on me will be weakened to the extreme. "

"All right."

The pirate shrugged.

He patted the Storm Guardian's steel forehead, causing Thorim's consciousness and body to be temporarily cut off and immersed in the dream woven by the void.

Subsequently, Blake moved his five fingers and used his own void breath as a guide, attracting the rolling and sticky void power from the lightless sea to cover Thorim's steel body.

It was like making a "big cocoon" to wrap him up.

During this process, he described to Farodis in detail the implantation and catalytic process of the flesh curse, as well as its working principle in Shasiyar language, which symbolizes the power of the void.

This strange language like whining and roaring echoed in the increasingly dimmed laboratory, filling the place with gusts of sinister wind, like ghosts on earth.

This language is powerful.

Its existence itself is the carrier of the power of mental corruption. With Blake's current rank, it is enough to read a sentence in Shasiyar in any city to pull the city and its people into the torture and distortion of the void. .

"I have a question, Blake."

After Faroldis recorded the knowledge of the curse of flesh and blood in detail, he looked at the Storm Guardian who had been wrapped in the power of the void, and asked:

"Can this curse of flesh turn the guardian into a mortal? I mean, apart from the change of life form from steel to flesh, what kind of changes will happen to his instinctive energy?

Will Titan Power be downgraded as a result? "

"I have no idea."

Blake answered calmly:

"The most advanced Titan creations corrupted by the curse of flesh and blood by the ancient gods are nothing but the Guardian Familia. What you see before you is the first case of a Titan Guardian being corrupted by the curse of flesh and blood in this world.

But according to the process of human degradation, Thorim should become a vrykul after completing the curse and degradation, and his storm authority will sleep in his body, and it may not be activated until he reaches the level of demigod again. .

Other powers will degrade to the level of a normal Vrykul, and the overall strength will fall around the level of a legend. "

"etc!"

Faroldis noticed a very dangerous detail. He looked at Blake and said:

"The power of the storm given by the Titan is dormant in Thorim's body. Does this mean that the power can be transferred before being reactivated?"

"um, yes."

The pirate showed a dangerous and malicious smile. He looked back at Faroldis and showed a sinister smile that did not look like a good person, and said:

"This is the biggest hidden danger after the guardians become mortals. Once they are killed by others, and once the murderer has some means of extracting divine power, the power of the storm may be taken away.

The thick souls of the guardians are stronger than mortals even after the curse of flesh and blood, which means that they can be resurrected, but if their power is taken away, they will be gone forever.

Unless they snatch it back again.

You know, I have spread the news of the arrival of the 'Storm Saint' to the mortal world through my channels. Thorim is eager to win back his glory through fighting, so he will never be disappointed.

Countless bastards throughout the world who are eager for power and a quick rise to the sky will be eyeing him, and there will be countless battles waiting for him. Every time he fails, his hope of returning to Ulduar with glory becomes weaker.

Like a hammer in a forge, this was Thorim Stormsage's fate.

Or return to the top

Or fall into the dirt.

I told him the pitfalls, but he was determined. "

After saying that, Black ignored Faroldis, who had been dumbfounded. He looked out the window of the laboratory. The moonlit night was suddenly filled with thunder and rain, and streaks of lightning streaked across the night sky, creating more noise.

"come in!"

Blake picked up his pipe, surrounded by smoke, and shouted toward the door:

"Whether you are worried about your brothers or want to challenge me, the evil god, come in. It's so uncomfortable to be soaked in the rain outside. Come on, guardians.

Don't be shy and say goodbye to your brother.

Or go with him. "