Shadow Trails in Azeroth

The pirate was, of course, kidding when he said he was unwilling to fight with a chicken leg as a reason for rejecting the Staff of the Guardian.

He is not such a superficial person.

Well, mostly not.

If there really is a demigod's power right in front of you, at your fingertips, with no side effects, then believe me, pirates won't hesitate at all when taking it.

The real problem is that the mythical profession of Guardian of Tirisfal is not without side effects.

First, Black knew that inheriting this power was risky.

In the history of the Parliament of Tirisfal that he knew well, there were not one thousand but five hundred spellcasters who rashly tried to master this power and ended up dying.

Guardians rotate every hundred years.

In addition to maintaining the stability of the power, it will take the Tirisfal Council a hundred years to select the next mage among human spellcasters who is qualified to receive power.

Although the pirate is occasionally very confident, he really doesn't feel that he is a one-of-a-kind spellcasting wizard.

It would be about the same if it were his sister.

Secondly, becoming the Guardian of Tirisfal means accepting a mission that has been passed down for more than two thousand years. Black doesn't know if this mission is mandatory.

But a troubled girl like Aegwynn, who was domineering when she was young, has been fulfilling this mission honestly for more than 800 years, which proves that this profession may really have some "mandatory terms" that Black is not aware of.

He doesn't want to forcibly bind himself to human civilization just for the sake of power.

Finally, there is something wrong with the staff itself!

"Look, you have to carve it into the shape of a raven. As far as I know, neither Dalaran nor Quel'Thalas has any obscure inheritance of this form.

If there really is one, it is the continent of Kalimdor on the other side of the Endless Sea, the kingdom of the night elves and the moon god. In the inheritance of the druids, creatures like ravens will be given some very strange legends. . "

On the steps to the uppermost observatory of the Karazhan mage tower, Blake stroked the head of the delicately carved staff of the Guardian in his hand. It was carved into the shape of a raven with its claws clasping the staff and folding its wings. .

I have to say, this carving is indeed perfect.

The form of that raven is very vivid.

If you look carefully, the eyes of the raven sculpture of the staff will also sparkle with magic stars. Every few seconds, there will be dark magic that condenses into the shape of a raven, flies around the staff, and then dissipates. .

A very delicate red magic cloth strip is wrapped under the head of the staff, and is also decorated with three blue magic pendants.

It is slender overall, nearly 1.8 meters tall. The wooden staff has some mysterious lines, but it has been coated with a magical feeling by time during more than two thousand years of use.

Simple, mysterious, and obscure.

Unfortunately, other than that, this staff has no other embellishments.

On the whole, it is indeed as the pirates commented, it looks like a slender chicken leg. It will be useless when used in battle, and it may be laughed at by a group of ignorant bastards.

"And this raven form, it seems strange no matter how you look at it. You said it is derived from the inheritance of arcane magic, but I don't believe it at all. This is obviously the natural transformation spell of the Druid."

Blake stroked the staff with a searching tone in his tone. He glanced at the soul-inducing lamp hanging on his waist and said:

"Merry, let's be honest. When you made this staff, did you use some magical materials that are only used by druids?"

"Yes."

The old mage is also very straightforward.

He knew that there was no point in hiding secrets in front of a magical guy like Blake, so he announced the answer directly, saying:

"The raw material of Atiesh is an oak seed that the high elves brought with them when they migrated from Kalimdor to the Eastern Continent. It absorbed enough magic in the sunwell of the high elves, and was used by the first Ren Sun King used secret methods to deal with it.

The high elves call it the 'seed of hatred'.

I don't know why they used that name, but it's certainly powerful and the staff became the symbol of the Council of Tirisfal when it was given to the first Keeper, Alodi.

Its raw materials come from the Druid natural magic system. After the production is completed, there are naturally some laws of natural magic.

Transforming into a raven is just one manifestation of this power.

As far as I know, Medivh once used it to summon lightning to help the Kingdom of Stormwind resist the invasion of gnolls. That kind of magic expression is only available in orthodox Druid natural magic. "

"I'm just saying, you shouldn't play with high elves."

Blake curled his lips, held the chicken leg stick in his hand, and said to the old mage in the soul-inducing lamp:

"When those pointed ears are kind, they are all holy mothers, but once they become vicious, people want to smash their heads.

Their Sunwell protected them for seven thousand years, but it also polarized their personalities.

The good is better, the bad is worse.

That race can produce the greatest heroes and the meanest demons. Their personalities are not very stable and they can easily go to extremes.

Then go from one extreme to another extreme.

Well, actually if you think about it carefully, all elves are like this. They claim to return to nature and abandon the gorgeous temples. The Kaldorei night elves who live in trees and caves are exactly the same. "

"Black, you don't like humans, you hate elves, and you don't have a good impression of trolls and orcs. I'm curious, is there any race in this world that you really like?"

The old mage Meili complained:

"Every time I hear your remarks, I think you are a cynical person, but in fact, you are very wise. Why are you so contradictory?"

"Because I have seen the noblest orcs and the despicable humans. I hate the Alliance and I hate the Horde."

The pirate said casually:

“I’ve seen enough, and naturally I know that the world is as dark as crows.

I have to say which race I have a favorable impression of, but there are some. But now I can't see that group of happy and uncomplicated people, and I can't trick them into buying me a drink.

So, I have to make do with you annoying guys.

Oh my gosh, Meri, could you please stop asking these weird questions, you're driving me crazy! Can you please let me, a poor, lonely pirate who lives far away from the sea and has serious psychological problems, clean up his mind? "

While talking like this, Blake passed by a huge chess hall. In the square room on the lower floor, there was a huge chess board, and each chess piece on it was two meters high.

The white one is the Alliance legion led by Llane Wrynn, and the black one is the Horde legion led by Blackhand Blackhand.

The chessboard was interlaced with black and white, and it looked like an endgame. It should have been an evil gadget that Medivh used to kill time when he was dominated by Sargeras.

These chess pieces are magical creations, and each one requires a living soul to drive.

The dark god used this method to kill time.

Sit back and watch as souls fight crazily on the chessboard until they are annihilated. The winning side will not survive long before being thrown into the next fight.

"This thing is interesting."

The pirate lay on the railing on the second floor and said to the old mage with stern eyes:

"I want to take it away, is there any way?"

"Inject magic into the violet pattern on your left."

Meri Dongfeng pointed out:

"If you maintain it for five seconds, the magic chessboard will be stored, but maintaining it open to this extent requires stable magic power.

With your current magic capacity, you cannot use such high-level magic items. "

"It doesn't matter, that will be enough from now on."

Blake followed the old mage's instructions and injected magic power into the pattern at hand. Five seconds later, the large chessboard in front of him quickly shrank and suspended in the air in a strange folding method that ignored three-dimensional space.

Black reached out and held it, blew the dust in front of him, and put it into the magic bag. With the help of the little fish man, he took out two small bags and put the black chess and the white flag in them respectively.

"cool!"

The pirate whistled and took away another BOSS from Karazhan, which made him feel happy. He continued to stride forward, and after walking up two stairs, he arrived at the top level of Karazhan.

He reached out and pushed open the closed door in front of him.

What came into view was Medivh's "Star Observation Deck", but in fact the scenery in front of him was surprising. It was indeed a semicircular platform with nothing in it.

It just doesn't seem to exist in the physical world.

All around the top of the platform is a sea of ​​stars!

The real sea of ​​stars is within reach.

Standing on this platform, you can even see the stars floating in the distance, as well as the black star rings entwining in the starry sky outside the platform.

Those broken forms were captured by the purple magic power and formed a constantly rotating form outside the platform.

This place should be an unknown broken planet among the stars that Medivh found using magic. He connected this space with the space of Karazhan.

I don't know if Medivh did it, or if Sargeras borrowed Medivh's body to do it.

But as he stepped onto the platform, Blake could feel a call from the stars.

It was a call from the twisted void, where evil magic was very active, without any of the suppression or hindrance felt in the material world.

"Medivh set up this observatory to avoid the blue dragons' monitoring of the magic network, and to make it easier for the dark will in his body to communicate with the demons in the stars."

The old mage sighed and said:

"But this is indeed one of the few places in the world of Azeroth that is not surrounded by the magic network and monitored. You can summon demons here to your heart's content without having to worry about being visited by the nosy blue dragons. "

"No need."

Blake rubbed his chin and looked at the boundless and magnificent sea of ​​stars above his head with an appreciative gaze.

He said softly:

"Although I am a warlock, I am not wanted by any rubbish demon. I know that there are many hidden demons in Azeroth at this time.

They are all the remnants of the ancient war ten thousand years ago that have survived to this day.

All of them are amazingly powerful and have great personalities.

I will find them one by one, beat them, and contract them.

As for those alien demons who come to Azeroth to beg for food, I don't like them. "

"Shua"

The pirate held the staff in his hand with both hands, took a few steps forward, and said to the hooded Ms. Aegwynn in front of him:

"Fortunately, ma'am, I brought the staff back."

He glanced at the mysterious magic circle that had been arranged at his feet, and then at the Skull of Gul'dan placed in the center of the magic circle. He said softly:

"The power in this staff is enough to neutralize the evil energy in Gul'dan's Skull. The purified huge magic power will definitely bring you a healthy and good baby.

Oh, by the way, after you resurrect him, will you continue to call him Medivh? "

"why not?"

Aegwynn sighed, took the staff of Atiesh, and stroked the unspectacular weapon in a nostalgic way. She said softly:

"That's my child's name. I chose it for him when he was born."

"That is a name full of disaster, lady, that is the name Sargeras gave him! It is too unlucky for a newborn to inherit such a name."

The pirate rubbed his hands, spoke eloquently, and suggested with shining eyes:

“My idea is that since this is the second resurrection of this poor life, it represents a life that has nothing to do with the darkness of the past, so it should be full of hope.

Therefore, it is reasonable to give this child a new name to commemorate all this.

He deserves it.

So, why don't we just call him Mad'an? How nice it sounds, right? "