Shadow Trails in Azeroth

On the battlefield where gunpowder smoke remains in the Burning Plains.

Blake and Maris rode a hell horse together and were heading towards the direction where the desolation disappeared. From a distance, a group of Alliance soldiers could be seen escorting the captured orc prisoners and heading towards the camp with great pride.

Some soldiers can also be seen executing captured orcs.

Blake could also see more, such as the blue Gryon angels flying around, constantly flying to the other side of the curtain of life and death with their souls.

But the pirate pretended not to see them.

Then switch the title of spirit hunter to become out of sight and out of mind.

He didn't want to deal with these Shadowland dogmatists right now.

It’s not the right time yet, and it’s important to find a dog!

Desolation is a loyal war beast tamed by Nathanos using the beast taming technique. There is a unique connection between it and the ranger as a master and a pet, which is called a "soul link" in a magical way.

Nathanos could vaguely feel the desolate location, and now the hell horse was galloping there under his control.

The pirate sat on the back of his horse, back to back with Marius.

He gave various instructions and orders to the ghost wolf Frostpaw who was chasing them from behind, but because the intimacy was still too low, Frostpaw basically ignored the pirate's orders.

But it's also very well-behaved.

He didn't actively hunt the fragrant soul next to him.

It can see those souls and the blue Green Angels. When it runs, it will also attract the astonished attention of those angels.

There are also good-hearted angels who try to touch Frostclaw, but will be avoided by the nimble wargs.

These Kyrian Blue Angels did not force Frostclaw into the world of the dead. These dogmatists could see that the beast's soul had its own consciousness.

It is a war beast belonging to a certain mortal hunter.

This means that it is still bound to the material world of the living, and it is not yet time for it to go to the Shadow Realm.

"Is this the legendary soul beast of yours?"

The interaction between the pirates and Frostclaw had attracted Maris' attention before.

While he controlled the hell horse to move forward, he turned back and looked at the fierce and mysterious ghost wolf following behind him with a look that made him happy.

But he didn't always see Frostpaw.

Only when the ghost wolf emerges from its soul-walking anonymity can he capture its figure between reality and reality.

"Huh? Do you know about soul beasts?"

When Blake heard this question, he asked:

"I thought there were very few people who knew about them. Ordinary rangers don't know about the existence of these beasts. Did your mentor tell you?"

"Well, Ms. Sylvanas told me during a certain chat."

Nathanos had given up correcting Black's slanderous speculation about his relationship with Lady Sylvanas, and replied matter-of-factly:

"The Windrunner family is almost the longest ranger family in Azeroth.

In the Tower of Windrunner, there is a scroll specifically describing the soul beast. I once borrowed it to read it. This mysterious and noble beast is between life and death.

The loss of flesh and blood entities did not weaken their power, but gave them more blessings.

They are extremely rare, and only the luckiest and noblest beast souls have the opportunity to evolve into the form of soul beasts.

Each one of them has amazing potential. The ancestor of Windrunner, Lord Taranas Windrunner, once lamented that only hunters blessed by the God of the Wilderness can harvest their own soul beasts.

Currently, the only tamed soul beast recorded is Ms. Tyrande, the high priest of the night elf Kaldorei Moon Kingdom.

The priestess who may have been promoted to demigod is also a skilled ranger. She has a soul beast of her own, which she regards as a gift from the moon god.

The high priest affectionately calls it 'Dolisul', the soul mate. "

"His Excellency the High Priest's Dolisul is so powerful, at least ten times more powerful than this stupid wolf like me. That bird itself is probably a legendary beast.

After all, it had lived with Tyrande for more than 10,000 years.

With time, it is enough to create a beast legend. "

Black sighed and whistled again, asking Frostpaw to follow quickly. He said to Maris:

"You also want a soul beast, right?"

"Um."

Nathanos made no secret of his desire, saying:

"Any hunter and ranger who knows the stories and legends of soul beasts will long to have a soul beast of their own. And if I want to become a beast king in the future, it is not enough to have only one beast in the wilderness.

However, since you took the initiative to bring up this topic, based on what I know about you, do you have any clues about this mysterious and powerful beast?

Can you share it?

I'll pay you! "

"What kind of rewards do brothers talk about? It makes me feel embarrassed."

The pirate waved his hand hypocritically and said to Maris leisurely:

"After the war, I may have to stay away from the mainland for a while. You can escort Fenna back to Dalaran for me. If she gets into trouble and I'm not around, you can find a way to help."

"You don't need to tell me, I will do it."

Nathanos said seriously:

"We made an oath. You want to protect your family. This is a kind thing. I will definitely help you."

"Well, I know you are reliable, although your strength is just a little bit off. I can rest assured when I leave Fenna to you. You are loyal to Ms. Sylvanas in all aspects.

I will never think anything wrong about my sister.

By the way, do me a favor. If a man approaches her with ill intentions, just make those bastards for me and send me his head. "

Blake said something full of malice, coughed again, and said:

"I passed through Dusk Forest before, and when I went to Karazhan, I heard people there say that they had seen ghost-like blue foxes flying past in the dark forest.

The fox's claws are wrapped with lightning-like power

When we go there later to do things for His Majesty the Pope, you can go to that weird forest and try your luck. "

After saying that, the pirate suddenly raised his head. In the field of vision shared with Old Bonechewer, and to the accompaniment of the croaking of the little fish man, Blake saw a scene under the hills.

His eyes shrank, he patted Maris on the shoulder and whispered:

"Go east, the desolation is there!"

"The poor dog is tied up, and there's a bastard there who wants to roast it. How audacious! But don't do anything until the moment is over. I can only fight this guy, and I don't want to scare him away."

Tsk tsk, I'm lucky today. I met this guy without taking the initiative to look for him.

Consider it bad luck. "

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"Hey, man, you have a nice place."

A few minutes later, Blake, who had specially changed into a soldier's uniform, appeared staggeringly under a hill. His body was stained with blood, he held a sword in his hand and a shield on his back.

He looked like a tired soldier after a hard battle.

While picking up a water bag and pouring it into his mouth, he walked around the hidden hills and walked to a shady place where the sun couldn't shine. He also greeted the man who was setting up a bonfire and preparing for a barbecue.

The man sitting by the fire was wearing a green coat lined with a shabby white shirt, half-used leather boots, and his black hair was neatly styled.

There are also camping blankets and tents nearby.

He looks like a harmless traveler.

Beside him, the dog Desolation, whose limbs were tied, had been knocked unconscious and strung on a wooden stick. In addition to being desolate, there were seven or eight Alliance soldiers lying scattered in this shady place. They all seemed to be sleeping soundly.

"I got lost with my troops. I saw fireworks here, so I came over to ask."

Blake, wearing a battle helmet on his head, asked the traveler in a very professional and dramatic manner:

"Did you see any Kul Tiran troops passing by just now?"

"Ah, poor castaway, the hero who defeated the orcs, but is as lost as they are."

The traveler by the fire raised his head, with a friendly expression on his dark face. He picked up a water bag, threw it to Blake, and pointed to the sleeping Union soldiers next to him, and said:

"They also got separated from their troops in the fierce battle. They are all a group of brave people. Thanks to you defeating the orcs, we civilians can live in peace.

Come, warrior, take a rest here first.

I'll help you find your troops in a minute. I'm very familiar with this place. Don't be afraid, I'll take you home. "

"That's great. I couldn't be more lucky to meet such a kind person like you in this damn place."

Blake carried the water bag, strode to the bonfire, took off his helmet, threw it aside, and said to the friendly traveler in front of him:

"There is a war going on in the Burning Steppes. My friend, you are not safe here. Maybe you should go to Redridge Mountain for a walk. The scenery there is also good."

"No no no."

The friendly man in front of him showed a bright smile, stretched out his hand to Blake, and said:

"I prefer the scenery of the Burning Plains. Although it is dilapidated and desolate, it always reminds me of my hometown.

My name is Franklin, everyone calls me 'Friendly Franklin'.

What's your name? "

"I?"

Black stretched out his hand and shook it with the friendly Mr. Franklin. A very gentle smile appeared on his face that was smeared with blood and dirt.

explain:

"My name is Black Shaw. I am a soldier, an assassin, a hunter, and finally a warlock. Hello, Mr. Demon. Please wait a moment. Before you eat my soul, I have something to tell you. explain."

"Um?"

The friendly Franklin's dark face suddenly showed a fierce light, but his identity was revealed, but it did not panic the powerful demon in front of him.

On the contrary, it clasped Blake's hand tightly and said angrily:

"What do you want to tell me?"

"that."

Blake pointed to the tied hound Desolation next to him and said:

"That's my friend's dog. He's very loyal and a great champion dog. I love him too and I don't want you to eat him."

"OK."

Friendly Mr. Franklin's fingers burned with hot evil energy, and green flames quickly enveloped the traveler's body like a coat.

Just for a moment, like magic.

He changed from a friendly human form to a terrifying demonic form.

A huge body with bulging blood-red muscles and a height of at least three meters.

There was exaggeratedly thick black armor covering its right arm, legs and head, and there were three steel spikes on its back that were like recurved sharp blades. The armor on the head is like a curved sharp blade moving forward, as if it is holding a knife on the head.

Enough to easily penetrate any living thing.

This tall guy's body was burning with evil fire, like a walking active volcano. It looked down at Blake, revealing a pair of cold and cruel dark green eyes under the fully covered blade helmet.

It rubbed its file-like teeth and said in a strange and chaotic devilish language:

"I don't have to eat that dog. I prefer your flesh and blood and your soul, which exudes an incomparable fragrance."

"I'm delicious, of course I know it. After all, a unique soul like mine is one of a kind."

Faced with this threat, Blake's response was very simple.

He picked up Gul'dan's skull with his other hand.

This thing was used by Aegwynn to resurrect Medivh, and it was almost drained of its magic power. Fortunately, Aegwynn only resurrected a little Medivh, so its quality has not declined.

After nearly twenty days of recovery, the magic power inside was less than one-fifth of what it was at its peak, which was pitiful.

But it is enough to barely activate the magic power of demonization once.

As the huge amount of evil energy and shadow magic poured into Blake's body without restraint, the powerful demon guard in front of him was forced to retreat continuously.

Compared to the last time in the Zandalari Sea, where he was almost torn apart and felt painful, the demonization this time was much "gentle".

Blake's body is no longer as fragile as it was then, and he can withstand the power of this change.

In the dark green storm of evil energy, the once again demonized pirate moved the evil wings behind his back and stood up. He looked at the demon guard in front of him with his eyes shining with dark green light.

He made an angry sound and said provocatively in devilish language:

"You're the only one who can transform? Little devil!"

"Bang, bang"

There were two sounds, the Flame Blade Sankesu and Ursalus the Windward Reaper, two legendary weapons, one on the left and one on the right, were held in Demonic Claws by Black.

He shook his head and said to the demon guard who was retreating in front of him:

"I know the rules of your demon guards, and your values ​​are very simple. Absolute power is everything. As long as I knock you down, you will respect me as your master.

Charge into battle for me to the death without hesitation.

Come on then.

Ten minutes to decide the outcome!

The rules are very simple:

Whoever loses will be treated like a dog to the other party! "

Blake raised two weapons and spread the wings of evil energy behind his back. Under the dangerous power of demonization, he loudly said in crazy devilish language:

"Come on, little brother, let's talk. About your attitude when you spoke to me just now."

"I'm very dissatisfied!"