Shadow Trails in Azeroth

Chapter 317 26. Come on, let’s start the training of the withered ones! --——【3140】

(Additional update for Prisoner Brothers on the Throne [6/15])

"You really dare to let her go, are you not afraid that she will bring someone back to steal the seeds again?"

After seeing Spider Queen Oraxis being released and leaving, Lyressa Windrunner, who had been watching the conversation, stood up from the shadow of the underground space.

She glanced at the magic seeds in the box behind her and said to Blake:

"You also heard what she said. There is also an army of beasts in her kingdom that are not afraid of death. If they come in full force, the pirates under your command will not be able to stop them."

"I'm not afraid."

Blake snorted and said:

"The seeds are kept by Windrunner's Ranger-General, the most powerful retainer under my command, with the vigilance and terrifying marksmanship of a legendary ranger.

I have entrusted it to such a powerful guardian, and if it can be taken away from me, then I will accept it. "

"."

General Lilesa showed a speechless expression.

She shook her head and said directly:

"Your Highness, since you want me to protect the seeds, I'll tell you what you want. The bow you gave me is not good. It's just a hunting bow, a toy for novice rangers.

I need a more intimidating weapon, not just like Sarados, but at least something that can withstand the full force of my bow.

I also need a melee weapon. "

"I can't do anything about the bow. I'm looking for it myself. Maybe I can use Nathanos's connections and get the standard weapons of the Farstrider Legion from him."

The pirate turned around, spread out his hands, made a helpless gesture, and said:

"So, Master Tutor, it's better to be patient for a while, but as for melee weapons, that's easy to talk about."

Black opened the magic bag and threw out the two weapons.

The flame blade Sankesu, which he had not used for a long time, and the soul-eating demon sword Tianqi. He pointed to the two two-handed heavy swords stuck on the ground and said to Windrunner's mother in front of him:

"This is the sword master's blade. I have used it before. It is great, very majestic, and very worthy of your status. It is a pity that you are not a warrior and cannot use its full potential.

So I recommend you to use this one, it's called Apocalypse.

It is an out-and-out bastard. If your soul is not strong enough, it will control you the moment you come into contact with it.

When it gets tired of playing with you, it will use you as a tool to grind its teeth, tear your soul into pieces, and then enjoy your screams and despair. "

"Are you sure you are giving me a weapon and not a suicide tool?"

Windrunner’s mother raised her eyebrows, pointed at the dark Apocalypse and said:

"Who would use such a weapon?"

"It's very suitable for the undead, I'm not talking nonsense."

The pirate crossed his arms, showed a strange smile, and said to Windrunner's mother:

"Actually, before I set sail, I had already given a commission to my colleagues at Ravenholdt Manor to steal your remains from the Windrunner Tower in Quel'Thalas.

Please don't mind the inappropriate behavior of desecrating the undead. You and I both know that as a ranger, although you can shoot a bow in your soul state, only when your body is still alive can you truly return to your peak.

Until then, this Apocalypse is perfect for you. "

The atmosphere in the underground space became strange. A few seconds later, Lyresa Windrunner said faintly:

"I actually don't care much about my body being desecrated. After all, I am already dead. I have experienced the pain of death and have become resistant to mortal emotions.

But are you sure that your colleagues can dig up my grave and steal my remains from under the eyes of my daughters?

You just leave them to die. "

"Maybe, but that has nothing to do with me."

Blake raised his eyebrows and said:

"Anyway, I paid the price. It's a very generous price, enough for me to buy an island in Kul Tiras or build several new fourth-class battleships.

Ravenholdt is loyal to the Commission, and there are many members on the elven side, aren't there?

Since they all have time to discuss the issue of assassinating Lothar, they must have time to send some people to the three Windrunner sisters to die.

I will be happy if I succeed, and I will not lose if I fail.

Oh, you don’t have to worry about the compatibility between the soul and the remains, you may not know yet.”

The pirate waved his hand and said confidently:

"But currently the only genuine Lich in the world of Azeroth is my good friend. When the time comes, I will ask him to personally handle your 'resurrection' ceremony.

I have arranged everything so that you can regain your full strength.

I would rather suggest that you develop a relationship with the bastard Tianqi before you are truly resurrected, lest he behave like a monster again. "

As he spoke, Blake put the Flame Blade back into his bag and left Apocalypse where he was.

He took a few steps, looked back at Windrunner's mother, and asked in a gossipy tone:

"Another personal question I've always wanted to ask is how did your husband convince you that after having three wonderful daughters, you have to have a less than stellar son.

As far as I know, among the high elves, a mother like you who gave birth to four children at one time is really very rare."

"Whoosh"

An arrow grazed Blake's face and was nailed to the opposite wall.

Windrunner's mother turned her back to the pirates and reached out to touch Apocalypse. She said in a faint tone:

"My lord, do you want to know what happened to the last man who asked me such a question?"

"Well, I drank just now, maybe too much, and now I suddenly lose my curiosity."

Blake shrugged, touched the bleeding scar on his cheek, and said:

"Teacher, please do it yourself. I won't disturb you. There are important things to do above. I'm leaving first. You don't need to send me away. In addition, Apocalypse is a very naughty guy. You must be careful when you first come into contact with it."

"bass"

Lilesa pulled out the soul-eating demon sword. She turned around and looked at the pirates with a dangerous look. The death spiritual power on the demon sword flowed like blue fire on Windrunner's mother's arm holding the sword. .

It's like setting the soul on fire.

"Whoosh"

Blake disappeared in place, cutting off the breath locked by the legendary ranger, and the entire underground space became quiet again. Lyresa shook her head and looked at the soul body that was more solidified because of holding the sword.

She whispered:

"You brat, if you don't teach me a lesson, your tail will really rise to the sky. How could a boring person like Dai Lin have such a son?"

——

For the next three days, Black didn't dare to show up in front of Windrunner's mother, for fear that General Ranger would stab him with Apocalypse.

But he wasn't idle either.

He does have important things to do.

"How many have been caught?"

In the elven ruins above Meredell, Black stepped on a pillar that had collapsed ten thousand years ago and had long been covered with moss. He looked down the hillside in front of him, and there were dense withers everywhere he saw.

They were all kept in simple fences, but they showed little aggression. They just wandered in place and occasionally roared like wild beasts.

The roar of these skinny, corpse-like guys is quite scary.

The little children of the night who were playing around were so frightened that they hid behind Verenni, but they peeked out to see the pirates whipping the withered ones.

"There are six or seven hundred of them, Captain."

Maimu, who was wearing heavy armor, held his helmet in his hand. The orc with terrible burns on his face said to Black:

"We have captured all the withered ones nearby, and there should be some further afield, if you need them."

"enough."

The pirate took out the skull flask from his waist, took a sip from his mouth, and said to Maim:

"Take them out tonight. My first mate and my boat are waiting on the coast to load them all into the Naqfar. At midnight we start moving.

After transporting these withered spells into Suramar Bay and releasing them into the city, causing a commotion, we went to loot the chief arcanist's manor outside the city!

The time must be accurate, the action must be fast, and you must not be too eager to fight.

Those old ladies in the city are very vicious. Once we get entangled with them, no matter how much we grab, we won't be able to leave. "

"Isn't this too risky, Captain."

The troll bastard Zarak, who was standing behind Blake, pushed his mask and said softly to Blake:

"It's not that I don't trust your dark wisdom, but these withered ones are not worth much use at all. They are a bunch of beast-like guys and will not obey orders at all.

And our pirates can easily catch them.

If the elven mages in Suramar City are really as scary as you say, I don't think these 700 withered magicians can survive even ten minutes. "

"No, no, no, you are really too young and don't understand the dangers of the Withered Ones."

Blake chuckled, whistled, and shouted to the bald pirate in front of him who was watching the fun:

"Who is that? Bring a withered person over and find one at random."

"Oh, okay, Commander, please wait a moment."

The old sea dog Silver Moon Harry, who was drinking, heard someone speaking to him so rudely, and was about to turn his head and scold him to preserve his "majesty" as an old pirate.

But when he looked back, he saw that it was Blake who called him, and he immediately changed into a flattering posture.

He stood up and stepped forward, wrapping a rope around the neck of a scrawny Withered Man, roughly pulling it out, and dragging it all the way to Blake's side.

"Skinny boy, come on."

The pirate shouted to Kanrisade, who was reading the grimoire beside him, and the little warlock glanced at the withered man and stepped forward with his staff full of confidence.

Blake took a few steps back and said to the people around him:

"Watch carefully, don't blink."

As he spoke, the thin boy threw a painful curse on the withered man struggling on the ground. He thought that such a weak guy would not be able to withstand the painful torture of the curse.

Even their eyesight has deteriorated.

Pirates caught them as easily as they caught rats.

But unexpectedly, when the thin boy started to cast the spell, the withered man who looked non-threatening immediately raised his head. His gray-white eyes could not see anything, but he could smell the magic scent keenly.

It sensed the source of magic in front of it.

Then he roared and got up, and he didn't know where the strength came from. He broke the rope around his neck and let out a whining cry from his skeletal mouth, as if he had entered some kind of "violent" state.

It can't feel the pain of the curse spell on its body at all, and even its eyesight has deteriorated, as has its pain nerves.

It can only feel magic.

It could smell the fragrance of magic, and its inner desire was activated, like a flood opening, like a beast released from its cage, waving its claws and staggering toward the little warlock.

Kanrisad already sensed something bad at this moment. He immediately waved his staff and threw out a briquette-like shadow arrow, which hit the withered man's chest at the heart.

The skin of the scrawny guy was torn apart, and even the blood and bones were visible. A normal person would be unable to get up let alone fight with such an injury.

But the withered man with his heart exposed just staggered and roared towards Kanrezad.

It smelled more magic.

It was stimulated.

It gets crazier and even faster.

"ah!"

This gesture frightened the thin boy, and he threw out the warlock's spells one after another.

But the faster he threw it, the more ferocious the withered man became. Twenty seconds later, both legs of the withered man were bitten off by Kanrezad's hell hound.

But it still dragged its corroded body full of holes and crawled towards the little warlock step by step. It wanted to bite him to death!

It wants to beautifully extract magic power from his corpse.

it wants

"boom"

The last wild idea was hit hard on the head by the skinny boy who wielded the staff like a war hammer. After hitting it four or five times in a row, the withered man's brain, which had shrunk to the size of a walnut, was finally cracked open.

At this point, it stopped moving.

"Hey, did you see it?"

Blake played with the skull flask in his hand and said to the silent group of people around him:

"When faced with other professions, withered spellcasters are like weak noobs. Anyone who knows some swordsmanship can stab them to death. But only when faced with spellcasters, these guys suddenly become incompetent.

It is extremely resistant to spells and consumes demons. Apart from being a little stupid, it has basically no shortcomings.

Although they are easy to bully, as long as they absorb enough magic power, these guys will still 'evolve'.

It will be even more difficult then.

Seven hundred Withereds are enough to cause big trouble in Suramari, which has been peaceful for ten thousand years. As long as you are smart enough, this robbery will be a sure thing.

Do you think the most valuable things in this land are the treasures in Suramar?

Actually not.

Those treasures are indeed valuable.

But in my opinion, the most valuable thing about Suramar is actually this group of withered ones.

If we find a chance to loot Dalaran and Silvermoon City in the future, I hope these withered magicians will give me a surprise. Haha, after all, only magic can deal with magic. "