Shadow Trails in Azeroth

Chapter 200 19. Every big shot has a steward.

"Buzz"

The brilliance of arcane magic suddenly shone in the night of Hillsbrad Hills.

Just by the river not far from Nanhai Town, it looks like a firefly lighting up the faint light. This represents a spell caster who has completed the work based on the space rules of the material world and in the area covered by the magic network. Teleportation location.

After a few seconds, the portal opened with a flash of blue light.

Black, who was wearing a pirate hat and a pirate windbreaker, strode out of the portal, looked around, stretched out his hand to push up his blindfold, put his fingers in his mouth, and whistled lightly.

The next moment, a large number of people rushed out of the portal.

Evil Eye, the dog-legged guy carrying a large bag of soul stones.

The troll Zarak was dragging a heavy bag, the big bad wolf wearing a large cloak that covered his whole body was also carrying a patched backpack, and there were four Ravager Orc guards carrying large and small bags.

Followed by the little pirate Canrezad.

This child was also carrying a big burden and was holding the Jordan Staff, which was taller than the others.

This scene looked like a pirate team had just completed a coveted robbery.

But it's not over yet.

In the gleaming light curtain of the portal, "Royal Hunter" Sir Attumen, wearing dark red armor and carrying a heavy sword, strode out holding his beloved ghost war horse Midnight.

Midnight, who was supposed to be a war horse, now looked like a lowly camel beast and donkey, carrying two large bags of precious books on the saddle of the handsome and domineering ghost colt.

It was a decoration that the stinky pirate planned to take back and fill his bookshelf with to show that he was also a "learned man".

The last person to walk out of the portal was the expressionless old mage Merry Dongfeng.

As he walked out of the blue light curtain, the mana model of the portal collapsed immediately, and just like when it appeared, it quickly gathered into a ball of arcane light spots, and finally dissipated into the dead night.

"That place in Karazhan is really convenient. I didn't even know that portals to all over the world can be opened from there."

Blake looked at the familiar night scenery in front of him and said to the old mage:

"Is it because Karazhan is built on a chaotic space?"

"This professional knowledge belonging to the arcane school is very difficult to explain to an ignorant warlock like you, so please don't ask, okay?"

Merry acted very unkindly. He was holding the chicken leg stick belonging to the guardian in his hand and said calmly:

"You just need to know that there are some parts of the world where the normal rules of space don't apply. Karazhan is one of those places.

There I can easily open portals spanning thousands of miles.

But only in that place. "

"Hey, some people just become lichs, and they learn the weird and bad tempers of those psychics."

The pirate curled his lips, looked at the dramatically changed Merry Winterwind with a teasing look on his face, and said in a weird and drawn-out tone:

"You really turned your back on others. You climbed up a high tree and became a big shot. You can no longer look down on your slovenly friends in the past, right?"

"Shut up."

Meili Dongfeng retorted very rudely and said:

"You know that I just completed the transformation into a lich, and my mental thinking has been irreversibly impacted. I am now a madman. Black, for the sake of your safety, it is best not to provoke me."

The old mage's Lich Transformation Ceremony was generally completed. Under Aegwynn's care, the ceremony went smoothly.

The strange life form he has maintained for more than three thousand years has changed, and a new power has filled Merry's body. In addition to the original strong magic power, he has also mastered the use of death aura.

But it will take him some time to adapt to the new, soaring power.

At the same time, after truly moving towards eternity, Meri Dongfeng's external image also changed, and he still looked like a wizened old man.

But while his waist was straightened, his previous slovenly appearance was restored to the dignity and solemnity expected of a high-level spellcaster.

He is now wearing a violet robe intertwined with blue and purple, and the few hairs on his smooth head are neatly arranged, making him look like an old-school, traditional and rigid archmage.

The biggest change was his eyes.

The originally rotten, shriveled, and terrifying pupils seemed to have returned to the piercing energy of their youth. Looking closely at those pupils, one could even feel as if they were looking directly into the infinite blue ice field.

And Blake also knew that this body was no longer necessary for the current Merry Winterwind.

After completing the transformation and moving towards eternity, touching death gave him a stronger and purer posture.

He also packed up his former body. In addition to representing nostalgia for the past, the greatest significance was to put on "decent clothes" for himself.

Lest his true form be exposed and frighten those ignorant and stupid spellcasters in Dalaran who proudly claim to have mastered the truth, but the truth does not care about them at all.

However, Lich Merry's indifference towards Blake was not genuine. He was very grateful to Blake for helping him, but as he said, the Lich's Ascension Ceremony had a great impact on the caster's thinking.

After looking directly into the face of death, he needed some time to relax.

"Okay, okay."

The pirate waved his hand, moved his steps away from Merry Winterwind, and said to the old mage:

"Then according to the original plan, you go back to Dalaran to rest first. In three days at the latest, I will go there to do some personal things and see you. You have to be prepared, and we will go to Stratholme later. .

I would like to offer a gift to His Holiness to show my pirate's "devout devotion" to the Holy Light and my promise to you to reveal the dark secrets that exist beneath civilization.

Um.

I don’t plan to let more people know about this at the moment, so don’t publicize it in a big way, okay? "

"good."

Lich Merry nodded concisely.

He glanced at the staff of Atiesh in his hand, then took out the weak Skull of Gul'dan from his magic bag and gave it back to the pirate.

He looked at Blake and said softly:

"Little Aegwynn left in a hurry. She asked me to express her most sincere gratitude to you. She also hoped that her and Med'an's future lives would not be disturbed.

She wants the world to forget them.

This is not a request, Blake.

Little Aegwynn has paid you, and you have emptied the essence of Karazhan. I hope you can fulfill your promise. "

"What do you mean by being evacuated by me?"

The pirate looked at the skull of Gul'dan that was sent back. When he saw the familiar orange light, he felt relieved. Fortunately, he persuaded Aegwynn to only resurrect a little Medivh, and it didn't use much magic power.

Although the ritual drained all the magic power out of the Skull of Gul'dan and left nothing at all, at least this legendary item was not damaged and maintained its original high quality.

As for the dry magic power, it's not that big of a problem.

The Skull of Gul'dan has two entries for magic power absorption. As long as it is not damaged, it can absorb magic power from the outside world to replenish it. However, if it is drained like this, it is estimated that it will not be restored within a year or two. of.

Hearing the Lich's words again, he suddenly became unhappy.

He felt that he had been slandered, so he put away the head of Gul'dan, put his hands on his hips and said:

"I clearly left the statues of the curator and the Virgin Virgin there, as well as the demons secretly summoned by Medivh. They will definitely give the thief who gets in there a big surprise.

And those books, I haven’t touched most of them!

Aren't knowledge and wisdom the most valuable treasures in the eyes of you mages?

I kept the most valuable things there intact. You can't say bad things about me so casually, Merry. My reputation is already very bad. You can't slander me like this. "

"That's it, Black, I'll wait for you in Dalaran."

The old mage was in a hurry to go back and calibrate his slightly deviated consciousness, and had no time to argue with the pirates. He nodded to Black, tapped the drumstick in his hand on the ground, and the dim light of the teleportation spell enveloped him.

When Merry Winterwind disappeared into the light, Blake quickly dropped a scout on him:

Name: "Immortal" Merry Winterwind

Status: Legendary body. Eternal transformation. Immortal life box. Eternal frost. Brilliant halo.

Occupation: Level 60 Archmage/Level 60 Loremaster/Level 1 Lich

Equipment: Staff of Atiesh Guardian

"Whoosh"

When the light point of the teleportation technique disappeared, a wisp of cold ice shards flew out from the last stream of light and hit Blake on the head, making his whole body covered with ice shards, making him extremely embarrassed for a moment.

This was the old mage's little warning for Black's investigation.

He may not know that Blake is observing him in this way, but he can feel a little voyeurism and malice in his eyes.

"Okay, boys, listen to me!"

Blake shrugged and used the shadows flowing around him to peel off the ice residue on his body. He turned around and said to the group of people standing behind him:

"I don't enjoy traveling with you on land. I want to get back to my ship more than you do, but my painful march is not over yet.

I have a few unfinished business on this disgusting land.

For the rest of the journey, I'm glad that I don't need to take you idiots with me anymore, and you don't have to be afraid of angering me and being killed by me. This is good news for both of us.

Let's part here.

You can find a way to get a boat in Nanhai Town, then sail into the Palatine Bay and head west. After about three days of sailing, you will arrive at Tol Barad Island.

Our four ships, Maimu, Eudora, and the group of ancestor turtles should be waiting for you there now. Their assistance to the ancestor turtles of Vashj'ir will take some time to complete.

You can rest there.

By the way, I sent someone to investigate the current situation on Tol Barad Island. The place was destroyed by the tribe two years ago and is now a no-nonsense area.

There are plenty of places for you to hide and move around. "

The pirate opened his arms and said to his men:

"Before I return to my fleet, you can move freely, but be careful. If you offend Dai Lin, don't expect me to avenge you.

Evil eye! "

"Yes, Captain."

The orc warlock responded immediately, and then heard the captain say to him:

"After you go back, tell the old snake man Warwick that the relationship with Dalaran has been established, and let him take his elites as soon as possible to escort the Guardian Keystone to the North Current Coast of Silverpine Forest.

In Dalaran, there will be dedicated personnel there to assist them. "

"Okay, Captain!"

The orc immediately responded, showing his true nature of being a bitch.

This guy followed Blake to Karazhan, and now he's got a new robe, a wand on his waist, and a ring on his hand, all of which are really good things.

This orc doesn't know how to keep a low profile either.

I wish I could wear magic rings on all ten fingers, and look like a nouveau riche.

But pirates don't care about their men's bad taste either.

He waved his hand.

He signaled them to get out quickly and not disturb his interest in revisiting his old place.

As for how these guys can get a ship at the Nanhai Town dock, which has been recaptured by the Alliance and is heavily guarded, this is not something Black needs to worry about.

If this group of pirates who defeated Hell Herald couldn't even do this well, then they would just die.

The ruthless captain will not hold a second's silence for the incompetent waste.

After everyone left, Blake, who was finally left alone, relaxed his arms and glanced at the hills to the southeast.

He said to the empty night around him:

"So, my butler Moros, would you be interested in accompanying me on an outing to meet some of my old friends?"

"Of course, Mr. Drake."

In the shadows behind the pirates, the undead butler Moros appeared silently in a red butler uniform. He wore slutty gloves on his hands and an attendant's ribbon symbolizing a royal servant hanging on his chest.

Under the tuxedo coat, two unique-looking daggers hang from the belt.

The rotten face was covered with a red mask that matched the color of the clothes, leaving only the mouth with shriveled gums visible.

He stood upright, with polished black leather shoes on his feet, and a luxurious silk handkerchief on his wrist.

His professional posture was as if he was about to serve Blake a cup of hot tea at the right temperature at the next moment.

Or pick up the dagger, and its elegant posture, and mercilessly kill all Blake's enemies.

"Ah, having you by my side makes me feel like I have suddenly become a big shot."

The pirate admired sincerely:

"It's like Bruce and Alfred, Howard and Jarvis. Every big man should have a powerful but low-key 'butler'.

My dear Moros.

From now on, you will be my royal butler. "

"Well, I don't quite understand the meaning of this word, but..."

Moros showed a terrifying smile, leaned forward slightly, and said softly:

"It would be my pleasure, sir."