Shadow Trails in Azeroth

Carrying a bag of Holy Light Crystal Cores that Stonehead found in the ruins of the wilderness, Blake was thinking that if he brought these things back to Azeroth, he could at least create a reinforced monkey version of the Ashbringer. Lord Evil God suddenly seemed to see Wei. Old Man Lun and Pope Fa'ao gave him a scene of the evil god kneeling down on the spot, which made him feel less noble happiness.

But considering that I am already an evil god, I can indulge in this kind of obscene pleasure.

Maybe if the two old men are happy, they can arrange for themselves some kind of knight, eh, think about it carefully, forget it.

Lord Evil God's eyes are high.

He casually took out several barrels of wine and all the candies stored in his luggage and gave them to Shi Shou who was sitting cross-legged on the ground as a reward. This good friend who was easily satisfied grinned with a silly but very sincere smile. , if the flesh and blood residues of some beasts stained on this guy's teeth were excluded, this simple smile might be even more touching.

The pirate looked up at the sky, then turned to the mad Duke Sitar and his two loyal mud servants who were hiding in the shadow of the stone head and warned:

"I have just told you the steps of the matter. As Prince Renasor's right-hand man and sleeping dragon and phoenix in Revendreth, you must shoulder the prince's expectations of you at this difficult moment.

Don't act in a high profile, let alone attract the attention of the emperor's henchmen. "

"Oh, those arrogant guys never set their sights on this place of exile."

Wearing a Dai Lin-style admiral's uniform, with a command knife hanging on his waist, Duke Sital was raising his head and chest and trying to look like a gentleman. He curled his lips, obviously showing contempt for his compatriots.

But compared to his crazy appearance before, he now looks much normal, and there is even a light of wisdom in his chaotic eyes.

This made the pirates wonder if the intelligence level of the brain-damaged Venthyr in front of him depended on how gorgeous his clothes were.

But his appearance in front of him was not good-looking either.

Although the Kul Tiran navy uniforms are a very powerful design, emphasizing the chilling temperament of soldiers, they are not very attractive. As long as the appearance is not distorted to the point of "evil god appearance", men will have an aura after wearing it.

But Sital suffered a lot before falling into the Ash Wastes, and long-term malnutrition in this place that was very unfriendly to the Venthyr caused him to be skin and bones.

Such a stylish military uniform looked like a monkey wearing a costume on him, making Blake feel awkward.

If this guy's current image is returned to Kul Tiras, he will probably be hanged on the gallows in the name of "obstructing the military appearance."

But Duke Sital himself felt very good.

While combing his messy hair with a half-comb he found in the trash, he took the captain's three-cornered hat button that adorned his gorgeous face from the mud servant Tubbins beside him and took it in his hand.

He leaned over and said goodbye to Blake with an elegant gesture that was engraved in his bones.

Under the cover of the luxurious umbrella held up triumphantly by another clay servant, Gabbins, he assured Blake:

"There are many gentlemen in distress in this wilderness. Although they have given up elegance and embraced barbarism due to the current situation, I promise you with my surname and lost manor that the respected prince messenger will arrive at that moment of justice. Before that, I will definitely be able to assemble a loyal and powerful army of exiles for His Highness the Prince."

"Well, of course I believe in your ability."

Blake rolled his eyes and reminded again:

"The Caregiver, the Accuser and the Countess have all met misfortune. The insidious Emperor sent evil assassins to kill the Exalted Ones and will not let go of those servants who are loyal to the three Sin Lords.

In the next period of time, there will definitely be more victims like you who will be thrown into exile in the Ashes Wilderness. I think, as an upper-class Venthyr gentleman, you will definitely not be able to bear to see your tragedy among those poor people. Repeatedly.

Perhaps you can take this as an opportunity to form your own 'Court of Exiles'.

And my loyal good friend Shi Shou will serve as your assistant to help you select those who can contribute to the prince's cause. His Royal Highness will definitely be proud of you. "

"Well, that's a great idea. Your wisdom is comparable to the annoying scorching sun on this land."

Sital's eyes lit up.

The Crazy Duke felt that he suddenly had an idea. It seemed that he would hold this tea party several times in the future to unite the gentlemen who were in the same situation as him.

As for the stone head

"Loyalty? What is that?"

The big guy threw the wine barrel into his mouth and bit the juice, while he ate the weird-tasting goblin candy. He looked at his good friend innocently and asked.

Blake pouted.

Taking this opportunity, he took out all the Azerothian snacks in the bag that were about to expire or had expired, and piled them into a small mountain in front of the giant servant Shishou who looked surprised.

He snapped his fingers on the stone head and said:

"This is loyalty! Loyalty is delicious. Don't worry about so much. My dear big friend, come and taste the taste of loyalty.

When we next meet, you will have honor, friends, and loyalty all at the same time.

This may be a beautiful thing. "

Black laughed, took a few steps back and disappeared into the scorching wind. Duke Sital, who had regained some of his sanity because of the fine clothes, watched the messenger leave under the cover of a luxurious umbrella.

Although this guy is very friendly, as a high-level Venthyr, he can feel the uncomfortable feeling in Black even in his muddled madness.

Like a small animal being targeted by a Tyrannosaurus rex.

Even if the former has no malicious intent, he still has some instinctive fear.

"Well, Tubbins, my loyal clay servant."

Sitar put the beautiful and majestic three-cornered hat on his head and glanced at the giant servant Shitou sitting on the ground next to him, eating big mouthfuls of food. He leaned on the command knife at his waist and said to his servant:

"Lord Stonehead, who has been appointed as the vanguard of the 'Revendreth Resistance', obviously needs suitable weapons, a war helmet and a Mud Servant Crown that match his status.

Tubbins, I remember there was a big mire on the other side of the Ashmoor.

There you can shape a stone tower for the giant servants to fight and a crown made of dried mud for the stone head. Take the time to work. Before the poor people come to the Ash Wilderness, we must show the aristocratic majesty that is enough to convince people.

As for you, Gabbins, who is good at cooking.

I need you to improve the recipe of our ‘wilderness black tea’ and find a few more teapots. It will be very busy for a while. "

The two clay servants of different colors looked at me and I looked at you. They looked at their master who had just come out of a difficult moment and started to show off, and asked in unison:

"What about you, Your Majesty the Duke? What do you want to do?"

"I?"

Duke Sital, who had put on good clothes, touched his thin cheeks, and with aristocratic arrogance, he took the luxurious umbrella and held it above his head to deprive himself of the annoying sunshine.

He stepped on the hot ground with his exquisite and majestic deerskin boots, and said proudly, with dignity and dignity:

"Of course I want to conduct a noble tour of my territory.

I want those barbarians who bullied us before to take a good look at what noble manners are. This may awaken the little bit of Venthyr's glory and dignity that remains in their pitiful hearts.

This is good stuff.

Look, we three poor people who depend on each other rely on it to sustain us in this despicable hell until His Highness the Prince’s messenger arrives.

Oh, don't look so troubled, my servants.

Aren’t good days coming soon? "

After encouraging his servants in an aristocratic tone, Duke Sital held an umbrella and said to Shi Shou:

"Then, the vanguard general of the resistance army, put away your scary and rustic eating posture, show a ferocious expression, and escort me on a patrol in the wilderness.

This is already the territory of His Highness the Prince.

We want to declare our sovereignty. "

Shi Shou glanced at this silly little man who was putting on airs. He scratched his head and asked in a naive tone:

"My good friends taught me that when I do things for others, there must be something in return. So what can you give me? Friends? Loyalty? Or glory?"

"There will be, there will be."

Duke Sitar pushed up his three-cornered hat confidently, and without blinking, he drew a pie for Shi Shou and said:

"When His Highness returns to his loyal home of Revendreth, everything you desire will be available to you.

My dear General Stonehead, please stop thinking about it, this terrible job is not friendly at all to your already screaming brain.

Enjoy the simple pleasures of the moment.

How about this? "

The crazy Duke thought for a moment, then held his command knife and talked to Shi Shou:

"How about those barbarians who are unwilling to obey His Highness the Prince's command and leave them to you as dessert? Just treat them as appetizers before the meal."

"But the emperor doesn't allow me."

"Forget the Emperor, you are now a loyal warrior of His Highness the Prince! His Highness the Prince said you can eat as much as you want."

"Well! Shishou likes the generous prince! The little man is right! Let's go, let's teach those disloyal exiles a lesson.

Then have a big meal. "

Amidst the cheers of the stone head, the giant servant who was deceived and lame picked up Duke Sital, who was as thin as a monkey, put him on his shoulders and walked towards the Ashes Wilderness.

Holding an umbrella and leaning on a command knife, the mad Duke Sitar was very satisfied at this time, and seemed to have returned to the good days when he was a high-ranking aristocrat and dominated the world.

The wisdom of the nobles is so powerful.

It seems that these giant servants who were despised by the Venthyr in the past are really useful. They have to find a way to trick a few more into serving His Highness the Prince.

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"Huh? Why are you still here?"

Carrying a large bag of Holy Light Crystal Cores, Blake arrived at the meeting place agreed with General Draven, which was a secret catacomb-like hall.

Such structures are everywhere in Revendreth. In front of the pirates are three activated anima mirrors. Through them, you can go to the other three realms of death.

But Black looked at General Draven who was guarding the magic mirror in surprise. This powerful stone descendant was carrying a stone descendant backpack specially designed for their size. It seemed that he was ready to travel far away.

The pirate raised his eyebrows and said:

"Shouldn't you serve the Stoneforge?"

"It was the Stoneborn Mother who asked me to follow you."

General Draven obviously didn't like Black very much, but this loyal stoneborn never disobeyed orders. He said with a straight face, moving the huge bat wings behind him:

"Master Stonesmith asked me to tell you that there are also several dead beings transformed by the Moon Night War God in other countries, and they can also participate in the big operation you are planning.

And I brought a handwritten letter from Lord Stonesmith, which I wanted to deliver to them personally.

Finally, my identity is too sensitive.

The Stone Legion is still looking for me. I cannot move freely in Revendreth. Staying here is a hidden danger to other brothers who are acting secretly. "

"Okay, okay, it looks like the Stonesmith thinks I need a guide."

Black didn't mind taking General Draven with him. He looked at the three magic mirrors of different colors in front of him and said:

"However, she doesn't know that my understanding of the Shadow Kingdom is enough to allow me to travel freely in this strange place, but I still have to accept the kindness from the bald sister."

Having said this, Lord Evil God glanced at General Draven, who pretended that he didn't hear anything, and said:

"Where are your weapons?"

"I don't need weapons!"

General Delevingne said very proudly:

"A powerful stonekin like me can defeat the enemy with my own claws. Weapons can only slow down the speed of my claws."

"You'd better take some time to practice throwing axes. Listen to me, you're right."

Black again made his suggestion.

But the Stoneborn General was noncommittal. As a powerful Stoneborn commander, he could easily condense rock spikes for long-range attacks, and there was no need to carry an extra axe.

He even felt that this evil god probably had brain problems caused by long-term exposure to the void.

Why insist on letting him practice one-handed axe?

"Where should we go first?"

General Draven asked the question on his own initiative to silence the pirate's chattering mouth. He looked at Lord Evil God up and down and suggested:

“Fortress of Ascension is not a good place for you.

The place was invaded by the power of the void a long time ago. Kyrian's warriors are also very good at dealing with void creatures. They have special anima devices to detect the void in various areas of the Ascension Fortress. It is difficult to move around wherever you go. .

Why not go to Maldraxxus first?

After the soldier leader disappeared, the five secret academies were all fighting overtly and covertly. The place was now in chaos. As long as you didn't cause trouble, no one would care about an extraterritorial evil god. "

"If the Eternal One doesn't come forward, I will walk sideways throughout the Shadow Kingdom. There is no need to worry about my safety, my dear Stoneborn General."

Blake waved his hands and said:

"I know what you are worried about, but even when my godhood is suppressed by the power of death, I still have anima combat skills available. Although I am not good at this unique fighting method, I am not good at wearing a divine outfit. Fear the challenge from the Shadowlands.

Decided!

Let's go to Ardenweald first.

I had some friends waiting for me there, and a 'family matter' that needed to be sorted out quickly. "

"Family matters?"

General Delevingne asked in surprise:

"Besides Lady Maiev, do you have other family members in the Shadowlands?"

"No, no, not my family."

Blake walked towards the teleportation mirror leading to Ardenweald, pointed to the sky mysteriously, and said to the curious Stoneborn General:

"She is my boss. The family conflict between her and her sister has been going on for a long time. As her most considerate and outstanding subordinate, I feel that it is my duty to resolve this sisterly conflict for her.

No way, who made me such a warm-hearted and good subordinate? "

Stoneborn brains are not very good at thinking about such complex things.

General Draven didn't understand what Black meant for a while, but when he saw that the evil god had stepped into the magic mirror leading to the Arden Fairyland, he moved his wings and hurried to follow.

To be honest, the anima magic transmitted by the magic mirror of the Venthyr is indeed much better than the portal in the material world. In an instant, the evil god crossed the gap between the two realms of death and stood in the forest sea of ​​Arden Fairyland. At this time, he was determined to return this convenient technique to Azeroth.

Thinking about it, Dean Lanyue will definitely be very happy.

And when Blake arrived in Ardenweald and walked out of the tree pit hidden underground under the leadership of General Draven, he saw the strange fairy magic blooming, and his little murloc was riding something. Appear before your eyes.

Benbol barked and waved to his owner, while intentionally or unintentionally showing off his "new pet".

The pirate and the stone-born general beside him rubbed their eyes at the same time. After seeing clearly the little fish man and his new mount, even though Black was well-informed, he couldn't help but swear at this moment and exclaimed:

"Fuck, what kind of thing are you riding? Come down quickly, you idiot, do you want to be punched?"