Shadow Trails in Azeroth

After Black told the three people traveling with him about the strange things that happened in the Tirisfal region seven thousand years ago, no one bothered him anymore on the rest of the way.

The great knight no longer tried to bring the son of his comrade back to the "right path" of the Holy Light.

This was just what the pirate wanted, no one would disturb his "study".

In fact, a large part of the reason why Blake told that damn story was to stop the three people from talking anymore.

The information he revealed was harsh enough, and it won him the peace he wanted.

"Buzz"

The dim light flickered on a forest rabbit, as if an invisible hand had strangled the rabbit's life, causing the little animal to twitch in an instant.

Its red eyes were wide open and bloodshot, and it screamed in pain. But the lovely and snow-white body could only lie on the ground, twitching while unable to move, desperately waiting for death to come.

But the next moment, the painful power that erupted from his body suddenly disappeared.

The little rabbit felt like a nightmare was over. It jumped up quickly and ran back to its nest, hiding in it and shivering.

"Well, the pain curse is very useful."

The pirate who was climbing along the rugged mountain road to the vast mountains northwest of Tirisfal laughed and closed the obscure grimoire in his hand.

At the tips of his fingers, there was still the afterglow of the shadow magic that had not dissipated.

In the skill column where the character card belongs to the Warlock slot, there is also a new skill, Curse of Pain.

Its working principle is as simple and crude as other warlock magics. It injects shadow magic into the target's body, tortures the opponent's internal organs, and uses the most real pain to disintegrate their power.

The more skillful you are in manipulating shadow magic, the greater the damage this curse will cause. The more magic you inject, the better the effect of the painful curse.

The best thing is that the warlock's curse magic is instantaneous.

There is no need to chant magic spells, it is the best way to use it to trick people.

“Doing good things once in a while always pays off.”

The pirate clapped the cursed grimoire in his hand with a look of satisfaction on his face. This thing was one of the "rewards" paid to Black by the Archmage Ansrem.

From an unknown orc warlock.

There are many kinds of curse magic recorded in it.

Curse of Pain is the most basic and simple.

There is also a weakness curse that can temporarily disintegrate the power, a fatigue curse that can make the enemy sleepy and unable to move, a language curse that can prevent the caster from chanting magic spells, an elemental curse that is specially used to deal with incorporeal elemental creatures, and so on.

Finally, it also records the development of magic by warlocks to the ultimate curse: doom.

This thing can implant demonic seeds in the enemy's body without anyone noticing. It can be controlled by the warlock and can exist for a long time until the warlock needs it to detonate the curse.

While causing terrible pain to the enemy, it also consumes the enemy's soul to summon the powerful Doom Guard to fight for the Warlock.

But such an ultimate curse is not easy to learn, so Black has to start from the simplest one. He threw the Cursed Grimoire back into his magic bag and took out another somewhat broken Corrosive Grimoire.

Before the grimoire was finished, its owner died.

Therefore, there are not many warlock magics recorded above, but they are all valuable. It can teach pirates how to use the power of shadow to corrode their enemies' bodies and drain their life or magic.

It is completely different from the goal of orthodox spellcasters to use magic to explore the world. All warlock magic is created for the purpose of killing and destruction.

The practicality of the two sides is completely different.

No wonder that in the world of Draenor, since the birth of warlock magic, the traditional shamanic beliefs and spiritualism of the orcs have become unpopular.

This thing is too tempting for people who need strength.

"Blake, stop looking at that grimoire and come here quickly! We have found the mountain lake you mentioned."

An arcane eye jumped out, and the voice of the old lich sounded from it.

Interrupting the pirate's tireless study, he felt that the good time of fishing was always short, so he stretched out, put away the magic book in his hand, and pushed up his pirate hat.

Throwing the hook in the direction of Meili, he jumped onto the branches in the dense forest, swishing through the shadows of the branches like a nimble ninja.

At this time, a day and a half had passed since they set off from Lordaeron. The four of them separated and were searching for their destination in the ancient mountains on the border of Tirisfal.

Not far away.

As they wandered through this lush, almost roadless forest, they could all feel an obscure magic lingering under the earth, which was faintly exposed to the surface, but it was real.

This directly proves that the information provided by the pirates is true.

Underground in the Tirisfal region, there really are secrets that human civilization has not yet discovered, and this power is very strange. It only exists in the center of this inaccessible mountain range.

Once you leave the mountain range, you will not notice it at all, even at the foot of the mountain.

"There! Listen, there is water flowing in the valley surrounded by mountains in front of you."

When Blake arrived, the old lich raised the Atiesh staff in his hand, with the light of teleportation dancing on the top of the drumstick. He said to the three people behind him:

"Come closer, I'll teleport everyone there at once. It's a weird place, there are no roads around it."

The next second, as the teleported light shone, the four people were transported from the top of the mountain, across a cliff-like rift valley, and sent to a closed valley surrounded by mountains.

"Under normal circumstances, it is impossible for earth changes to form such a terrain."

The old lich leaned on his staff and looked at the strange valley in front of him.

It is the size of a magnificent city, but it is surrounded by desolation, especially near the central lake, where there is not even a tree.

There is something strange about the lake in front of me.

The large lake is a pool of stagnant water, with black light lingering on its water waves, revealing a terrifying ominousness.

"This valley is not natural, Merry."

Blake was exploring and observing the surroundings. While looking for the remaining traces, he turned on the "tour guide mode" and said:

"This valley and the surrounding peaks were all formed in a prehistoric explosion. If I tell you that the entire Tirisfal region was once a plain, don't be surprised.

Well, found it! "

The pirate waved to the three people behind him and quickly rushed into the forest.

The great knight no longer pretended at this moment. He pulled down his hood, revealing the silver armor on his body. He held the heavy sword in his hand and guarded Pope Fa'ao.

The Pope himself, holding the priest's holy staff, and the old lich headed in the direction led by Black.

In a sparse forest, they discovered an ancient shrine. It was completely different from the shrines built by humans today. It was just a large black stone tablet.

There are traces of artificial excavation, as if trying to shape it into a clenched fist.

But the carving was very poor, and I could only barely make out a rough shape. On this ancient, mostly weathered stone tablet, there are still some weird carvings that remain there like words.

"This is the language of the Vrykul. No, it should be said to be the language of the ancient Iron Vrykul. The Vrykul in Northrend probably don't recognize these words now."

The pirate half-knelt in front of the stone tablet, and like a real archaeological expert, he reached out and wiped off the moss on the stone tablet. He pointed at the carvings, turned back and said to the three people:

"This is the meaning of 'Tyr's Fall' in the ancient Vrykul language. When pronounced in the Vrykul accent, it happens to be 'Tirisfal'.

Look again at these black spots on the stone tablet.

These are the blood that our ancestors cut their palms to commemorate the god Tyr. What a pity that more than seven thousand years later, we, who claim to be civilized, have forgotten our noble origins. "

Blake winked at the three of them and said:

"Human beings are the descendants of gods. This is true. Your Majesty, from now on you can openly write this sentence in the doctrine to promote the orthodoxy of human civilization.

The place where we are is the place where the god Tire fell. Maybe you can consider building a church or something here. "

"Here? Church?"

The pirate's words amused the Pope.

The old man shook his head, looked at the desperate valley in all directions, and said softly:

“Even if this is really the place where the gods fell, it’s not worth the human kingdom’s efforts to open a passage here.

If God really existed, then He would never want to see his descendants use their precious power on such mourning matters. "

"No, no, my majesty, you still don't understand the significance of the existence of the Holy Light here."

The pirate shook his head. He bowed towards the stone monument in front of him, then turned around and strode towards the pool in the center of the valley. As he walked, he said:

“The sacred sacred contract carried by the Great Knight of Dathrohan is processed from the oldest sacred object preserved by the Holy Light Church, but the first generation of Holy Light Walkers actually only picked them up in the Tirisfal region.

The ancestors only knew that those fragments could allow them to perceive the Holy Light, but they did not know where they came from.

Those fragments come from the stars, and the reason why they appear in the Tirisfal region is precisely because of the land before us.

Your Majesty, this place is the starting point for the Holy Light to bloom in this world.

And this valley is the source of your faith. "

He quickly walked to the edge of the lake, squatted there, stretched out his hand to stir the cold water, and then looked back at His Majesty Faao and the Great Knight Dathrohan behind him.

explain:

"Under this lake, there is an ancient artifact that can reborn the faith of the Holy Light. Emperor Thoradin lost his life while pursuing its legend in his later years.

It was a terrible and respectable failure.

But I think we won't fail this time. "

After saying that, the pirate stood up, made a "please" gesture, and said to the great knight in front of him:

"Grand Knight, as the one with the strongest force, please go first."

Facing this invitation, Dathrohan was not afraid and went forward with his sword in hand.

As a paladin, it is his duty to open the way and protect the people, and his faith does not allow him to evade this responsibility. The old lich cast another levitation spell on him, so that his heavy enchanted armor would not drag him under the water and drown him.

While Dathrohan was advancing, the pirate sneakily took several steps back and looked like he was watching something good.

The old lich noticed this detail.

He also took a few steps back calmly.

And the moment Dathrohan raised his boots and touched the cold and dark lake, a cold and gloomy feeling suddenly broke out under the water.

The tall figure roared and emerged from the boiling water.

Its blood-red fighting spirit is flying, blooming in the form of a prosperous flower of anger.

This punch wrapped in blood-red anger hit the breastplate of the great knight of Dathrohan who was caught off guard. The knight who had reached legendary power under the blessing of the holy light was knocked backwards.

It was like being hit head-on by a battering ram.

He plowed the ground with his feet, leaving two deep cuts on the edge of the lake.

Suddenly encountered an attack, the enemy in front of him posed a cold threat, causing the holy light to rise from the knight's body, and he immediately stepped forward to fight back, but was trapped in place by the old lich with ice magic, and heard Fa'ao His Majesty called out urgently:

"Saidan, don't be rude! Get out of here!"

The great knight looked at the tall human being in ghost form floating in front of him. He was obviously shocked. He then inserted his sword into the soil and knelt down on one knee to salute the man in front of him.

The old Pope Fa'ao took a few steps forward, leaning on his holy staff.

Even the old lich Meri Dongfeng stood up straight at this moment, showing respect.

The pirate even made an exaggerated gesture to meet the king, forcing the head of the little fish man in his arms to make him pay the most sincere respect to the person in front of him.

Alonsos Faol put his hand on his heart, suppressed his inner excitement, and said in a respectful tone:

"The emperor of Arathi and all kingdoms, the co-lord of mankind in millennium legends, the glorious king of Stromgarde, His Majesty Emperor Thoradin!"

"Your descendants, salute you!"