Shadow Trails in Azeroth

Aegwynn wants to resurrect her dead son.

But when Medivh was assassinated two years ago, there was no body left. Seeing Aegwynn take out a section of the skeleton from the small bag he carried, the pirates knew that the former guardian in front of him was going to use some evil magic. .

Azeroth has all kinds of magical spells, and Aegwynn has been a guardian for more than eight hundred years. She must be familiar with many evil powers.

"This casting process cannot be interrupted."

Aegwynn placed the bones in the magic circle, and took the skull of Gul'dan in her hand. Under the long hood, she made a hoarse voice and said:

"So, I'm going to ask you to leave, gentlemen."

"etc."

Blake raised his hand and said:

"The person you want to resurrect now is not Lord Medivh in his heyday, so naturally he won't need that much magic power. It's also difficult for me to find another powerful and wise spellcaster like you to help.

Therefore, I would like to ask you to help my friend, and your friend Old Meili, complete the Lich Transformation Ceremony after you have done the necessary things. The magic power hidden in the Skull of Gul'dan is enough to complete this ritual. "

"Lich transformation?"

Aegwynn raised her head, staring at Blake with a pair of bright eyes under her hood. She glanced at the Skull of Gul'dan in her hand and said:

"Extracting magic power in this way will make this magic item weak for a long time, and may even damage its quality. With your current strength, you need it very much.

Furthermore, I have also searched for the Lich Transformation Prayer for Merry, but that dark secret has been completely buried in the quicksands of history with the collapse of the ancient Elf Empire.

Without that channeling prayer, power cannot be drawn from the world of the dead and the ritual cannot be completed. "

"Then you are blessed."

Blake laughed, then his expression became serious, and he said:

"Becoming a lich can gain eternity, but it is also a dangerous ritual. If there is any problem, the soul will dissipate. Even in the place where psychic magic was born, there are very few souls who choose to become a lich.

Merry is my friend, that's why I need to invite you to perform the ceremony for him.

As for prayer, I will tell you now.

But please don’t spread it outside, I will still hope to exchange this evil knowledge for money in the future. "

The next moment, Black coughed twice and recited in a strange language that did not belong to Azeroth:

“Gods of the dead, please listen to this prayer that calls to the dead.

I have been cast into an immortal body, and I am willing to serve you forever.

Bind my soul in this box so that I can contribute my meager power to this underworld.

Tear apart my soul so that a part of me remains here.

I hid it carefully, so that even if one day my body is damaged, it can still protect me and allow me to be reborn in an immortal body, so that my existence can continue and the inheritance of the covenant from ancient times can be preserved.

I have carved the seal of bondage, and I have read the book of ascension.

I have prepared my phylactery according to tradition.

I have carefully considered and fully understand the risks of this ritual, and my actions are entirely voluntary.

I will drink the water of immortality, I will embrace the power of the underworld.

In this way, I will improve.

In this way, it becomes eternal.

In the name of Maldraxxus and the supreme master of war, and in the name of the ancient covenant of the five secret chambers, I will become the spreader of death, the master of flesh and blood, the eternal vigilant, the immortal slayer, and the master of decay. By.

Gods of the dead, please hear my prayer. "

Even on this observatory that does not belong to the material world.

Even on the other side of the veil between life and death.

Even in the world of the living, when Blake recited this prayer, there was still an unstoppable cold wind blowing from an invisible place.

It's as if even simple words are enough to attract the attention of some kind of power.

"Remember?"

Blake also felt the cold wind blowing. He moved his body somewhat uncomfortably, and then looked at Aegwynn in front of him, who was looking at him with a strange look.

"Where did you learn this psychic language?"

Aegwin said in a strange tone:

"I am certain that after the War of the Ancients, there will be no inheritance of this language in the world of Azeroth. Every syllable of it is made of the sound of death.

The living cannot recite it at all! "

"how to say."

Faced with this question, the pirate shrugged, winked and said:

"Everyone has their own little secret. And oh, after Meri becomes a complete lich, you may occasionally hear some voices.

Remember my warning.

Don't answer those voices while the curtain between life and death is still secure, or you'll be in big trouble. A wild lich will definitely be noticed by some being on the other side of the veil. "

As he spoke, he spoke in a consultative tone to the soul-inducing lamp in his hand:

“Meili, I want you to return the favor!

From now on, let my sister learn magic from you.

In fact, the interactions between us along the way are also a process for me to examine your teaching ability and character. My sister Jaina Proudmoore is currently studying in Dalaran.

For a little girl like her who is very talented and is in the period of shaping her outlook on life, a good mentor is very important.

I just hope that she can stay as far away from that nasty and paranoid Antonidas as possible, and not be led astray by the old guy's sense of justice that has no place in his heart.

In the whole of Dalaran, he is the worst at teaching his disciples!

I know exactly what his disciples will do in the future.

Besides, I seriously suspect that the old man was drunk when he found a mentor for Jaina.

How could Antonidas, a great mage who only knew "Aha", be qualified to teach the daughter of the sea? It might be better to send her to Quel'Thalas. "

The pirate complained harshly:

"But that old guy Dai Lin knew that he owed a debt of love and was unwilling to go to the territory of the high elves, so his daughter suffered a lot, and all his talents were wasted in the cesspool of Dalaran.

So, my dear Merry, what do you say? "

"Jaina Proudmoore?"

The old mage Meili said in a cautious and thoughtful tone:

"I have indeed heard about Antonidas' little apprentice. Her talent for frost magic is quite amazing. I am willing to teach her, but you also know my situation, Black.

I don't stay in Dalaran for long, I always travel to different parts of the world to explore things that interest me. "

"That couldn't be better!"

The pirate gave a thumbs up, shook his head and said:

"Take Jaina around the world and keep her as far away from Arthas Menethil as possible, as far away from Kael'thas Sunstrider as possible, and as far away from the blue dragons in heat as possible. .

Finally, the further away from me the better. "

"This is your request"

The old mage said in astonishment:

"Why do I think you have been running away from your family, Black? They are obviously very good to you. You justly accused little Aegwynn of not being a good mother. Do you also want to be a bad brother now?"

"I don't want to talk about it, and I'm not running away from it."

Blake's expression immediately became cold. He threw the soul-inducing lamp on the ground, strode out the door, and said:

"I'm just protecting them in my own way. If possible, I hope to break Daelin's legs right now and throw him back to Proudmoore Fortress to grow old.

Unfortunately I can't.

So, life is always so unsatisfactory, right? "

He walked to the door and reached out to push the door back to the material world, but stopped again and looked back at Aegwynn, who was lifting the soul-inducing lamp.

He rolled his eyes and said:

"Well, Ms. Aegwynn, for the sake of my help, can you allow me to go to your son's cellar? I want to go there to find some 'collectibles' to take back.

Anyway, our Medivh, Med'an, children won't need them in the future.

Rather than letting them fall into the hands of greedy adventurers, it's better to leave them to me.

I will definitely use them properly. "

This suggestion made Aegwynn pause.

The former guardian was silent for nearly a minute before he spoke:

"Since you know what's in that sealed cellar, you should know that that cellar is the most dangerous place in Karazhan. Everything there is cursed.

Do you know what will happen to you after you take those things?

Are you ready to face the eternal pursuit of a group of truly immortal stalkers?

I'm going to warn you ahead of time, Drake.

The curse on those black knights was released by Sargeras himself. In this world, you can't find anyone who can relieve you once you mess with them

Although the treasure is good, you must have the life to use it. "

"Okay, okay, I know."

The pirate waved his hand and said nonchalantly:

"If they were not the creations of Sargeras, I would not care about them. Madam, sometimes the enemy's power can also be used.

Please believe me, I am fully prepared.

In fact, I, the greedy pirate that I am, am about to wipe out all the collections in your son's cellar. "

"Then go get it."

Seeing that Black had made up her mind, Aegwynn stopped trying to persuade her. She turned around and urgently needed to get busy with the ceremony and said:

"Take away all those cursed things. The establishment of Karazhan began with the power of darkness. If you are willing to take those darkness away from this place, I wish you the best.

Perhaps without them, this cursed land can truly be quiet.

The sin it is stained with can also be eh? "

Before Aegwynn could finish his poetic words, he felt Black disappear into the shadows behind him, which made the former guardian feel slightly dissatisfied.

She turned to the soul-inducing lamp beside her and said:

"Merry, has he always been so rude? How did you endure it?"

"Haha, he is a very interesting person."

The old mage said softly:

"He is like a hedgehog, unwilling to let anyone get close to him, and unwilling to let anyone see his heart. But he is very measured in what he does and can always clearly know what the person he faces desires most.

He will use that desire to achieve his own ends.

I can tolerate him because he tempts me with knowledge. Sometimes I really want to cut his head open to see how many tempting secrets are hidden in his mind.

Well, is my idea too dark?

Well, it seems that I do have the potential to become a lich. "

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"Hey, you really have to be vigilant when staying with those nasty people. I doubt they will want to cut open my head one day and discover my secrets."

The pirate rubbed his hands and stepped out of the shadows in the banquet hall on the lower level of Karazhan.

He walked into the restaurant with his hands behind his back and saw his incompetent and stupid subordinates sitting at the dining table eating. Four tall and powerful Ravage Orc guards simply held a plate of meat each.

But Evil Eye and Zalak still have some taste and know how to tie napkins on themselves.

But the way they eat is also extremely ugly.

"Dry!"

The pirate reached out his hands in despair and covered his eyes.

"How can I have a successful career if I stay with you incompetent idiots?"

Blake stepped forward, kicked the table over, and cursed:

"Don't you usually have enough to eat?"

"But Captain, the skills of these undead chefs are so good. Smell this steak, how fragrant it is."

Xieyan protected his steak with quick eyes and hands. While eating, he said to Blake:

"Captain, let's kidnap these cooks as well? The food eaten on the ship is too bad, and those fox cooks will throw the food into the pot and cook it.

What comes out is like pig food. "

"You guys are so fucking worthless! You're a shame to the pirates."

Blake waved his hands and shouted:

"Stop it, you bastards! There's a lot of work to be done, the time of robbery is coming, a bunch of treasures are beckoning to you, but you just want to eat them.

Well, this steak is really good.

Crispy on the outside and tender on the inside, much better than the chefs in Proudmoore Fortress. "

The pirate wiped his mouth, coughed, and said:

"Change of plan. Evil Eye, go to the kitchen and use the soul stone to pack up the cooks and take them away!

Be polite to people.

If you want to live a long life, don't mess with the people who serve you food. "