Shadow Trails in Azeroth

Blake's perception was pushed to its limit.

He dodges as much as possible in this forest of Azsuna, but he still gets hit.

Whether he is hiding in the shadows with Shadow Dance, or fighting head-on with Shadow Cloak, whether it is the combat skills of pirates and assassins, or the magic of dark warlocks, he cannot cause effective harm to the people in front of him.

It was as if he was fighting a ghost that was one with the darkness.

He had always been proud of his deep connection with the shadows, and finally felt the helplessness of those who had been defeated by him in the shadows - every attack was only a little bit closer to hurting the opponent.

But every time it's just a little bit different.

A slight difference is a thousand miles away. This feeling of powerlessness can drive people crazy! It seems to be a matter of luck, but if you look deeper, you will find that it has nothing to do with luck at all.

"clang"

The scythe Usalus slashed down diagonally was dodged by the warden in front of him. The latter even reached out and flicked the blade of the Hand of Death with interest.

The flowing power from her fingertips was transmitted to the downward-moving sharp blade, and she easily destroyed the stability between the weapon and its holder with skill without using brute force.

The pirate's body swayed for a moment, and while the shadow was jumping, he quickly retracted his move and jumped back several times, landing five meters away from Maiev Shadowsong.

The pirate was panting.

He leaned on his war scythe and tried his best to maintain a lock on the aura of the warden in front of him.

The previous battle told him that as long as he made the slightest mistake, Maiev would jump out of the shadows and beat him severely with Shadow Strike.

Blake had never felt that maintaining a fight would be so difficult.

He seemed to have returned to the time when he was hunting murlocs in the wetlands with his weak body and poor combat skills.

But it is no longer the same.

He is obviously much stronger than then.

"You hold a spellcaster's weapon in your hands, and you know it, but you try to use it to win an impossible victory."

The warden was still standing where she had been before.

The wide watcher's cloak enveloped her body, her two slender and powerful legs were closed one after another, and the thorn blade wheel was held in her hand.

But in the few minutes of fighting with the pirates, she didn't use this weapon much.

"Have you played too many simple modes? Do you think the so-called battle is just about casually dealing with it and you can win? It's really the arrogant idea unique to geniuses."

Under Maiev's owl, her eyes looked at the pirates opposite.

she says:

"How about we change the battlefield? The druids you defeated said that your power on the ocean is very powerful, why don't we go to the sea?

Maybe you can feel more comfortable in your home stadium. "

The pirate shook his head.

He didn't answer, didn't say yes or no.

He felt strongly that even if he returned to the sea, even if he activated Proudmoore's bloodline, he still couldn't defeat Maiev.

The power brought by the improvement of proficiency is just an "illusion".

It is an enhancement of skills, but there is always an upper limit.

And the Maiev in front of her dare not say anything else. At least in the field of hiding and fighting in the shadows, her control of skills has definitely reached the demigod level.

This is not a temporary enhancement like pirates, but the accumulation of experience brought about by continuous fighting and training for thousands of years, and finally a breakthrough that comes naturally.

As Maiev told him in the Vault of the Watchers, borrowed power can deceive you.

Can't win.

Maybe in the future, but now, there is no chance of winning.

"Do I have the option of surrendering?"

The pirate wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth. Under such a difficult scene, he was still in the mood to joke:

"You've punched me dozens of times. Ms. Warden's bad mood should have dissipated a little, right? Why don't we sit down and talk about compensation.

Declare it in advance.

Things stolen by pirates cannot be returned.

But if you send a few new watchmen to join me, I can generously distribute more of what I grab during the next raid to you. I'm good at looting, I'm very professional at it.

Grab a few more times and your losses will be made up. "

"Well, that sounds like good advice."

Maiev actually nodded.

This reaction made Blake a little stunned, but the next moment, Maiev shook her head and said:

"But I suspect that you have no chance of another robbery. With your current skills, you can't avoid the pursuit of the legendary rangers in the secret passage.

If I'm lucky, I'll see you in one of the cages in the Wardens' Vaults soon.

But they are not us after all.

Once the secret passage locks its target, the hunt will end only when the prey dies.

We are the jailers, they are the killers.

Their attacks are hard and fast.

like this! "

Ms. Maiev flicked the knife wheel in her hand, leaned forward a little, and disappeared from Blake's perception the moment she entered the attack state.

The pirate's hair stood on end at this moment.

He also escaped into the shadows in an instant. When the shadow suit was put on his whole body and the stealth action was completed, he threw out the hook lock and rushed out of the forest.

But as soon as he climbed over the nearest branch, a fist wrapped in an iron gauntlet hit his forehead between his eyes.

The pirate who was punched in the face raised his head, his mind was buzzing, his jumping movements were interrupted, and his whole body fell from the hook lock in embarrassment.

In mid-air, he was hit in the shoulder by an emerald green dagger thrown by Maiev.

The dagger struck by the shadow attack at close range penetrated the protection of Night Killer's suit, causing the pirate to feel a numb pain. The toxin took effect very quickly, and he passed out as he fell in mid-air.

The body stretched and fell to the ground.

When he landed, the warden who walked out of the shadows stretched out his arms and held him firmly in his arms.

"It feels really good."

Maiev carried the unconscious Black a few steps forward, placed him under a tree, half-knelt down, reached out and took off the pirate's helmet, and threw it aside.

She looked at the face in front of her, in the forest where she was the only one, and said softly:

"Now you should know how I felt when you kidnapped me from the Temple of the Moon, Black. Another grudge between us has been wiped out, but don't be afraid.

There are still many grievances between us. "

She chuckled, obviously in a good mood.

He reached out and took down the pirate's magic bag. This kind of magic item bound by consciousness cannot be opened by ordinary thieves, but is Maiev an ordinary person?

Before he became a watcher, he was an out-and-out spell caster.

She is a high-ranking priest of the Sisters of Elune. It's not that she doesn't know how to use magic, but in most cases, there is no need to use cumbersome magic to deal with enemies.

After a few seconds, the pirate's luggage was cracked open, and the contents were poured out and piled into a hill.

"You are really professional in this area, look at so many good things."

Maiev looked at the various magic items piled up in front of her, praised them, and reached out to pick up a shining golden one-handed war hammer.

She keenly felt that this weapon was wrapped with some curses for positioning, and it should have been snatched by Blake from some dangerous places.

This kind of thing is best for new recruits to use.

They will attract dark stalkers, but as watchers dealing with dark forces, this can just test the recruits' combat effectiveness and remind them to be alert at all times.

The warden casually threw the cursed weapon into the mooncloth luggage she brought specially, and then picked through Blake's collection. Ten minutes later, the three empty mooncloth luggage she brought had been filled. Full to the brim.

On the hill where supplies were piled in front of them, there were only two or three kittens left.

"This thing is nice. It looks like a dwarf-style magic item."

The warden lady took off the Hand of Justice hanging from Blake's neck and played with the small bronze emblem in her hand. She saw the extraordinaryness of this thing at a glance and put it on her neck.

He picked up the worn hilt of the flaming sword from Blake's arms and injected it with magic power. The meter-long flaming sword jumped out and was grabbed by Maiev and waved.

She commented:

"This magic sword would be good to use as a torch. Take it away."

With that said, he inserted the old sword hilt into the weapon belt at his waist, and finally stretched out his fingers and touched the handle of the Ursalus war scythe.

The soul of the bound Dread Lord Ursalus immediately shamelessly expressed his allegiance to Maiev.

Demon Jiejie sneered, commenting that a weak soul like Blake was not worthy of using it. As long as the warden is willing, Ulthalus will serve Lord Maiev immediately.

It was more than happy to get rid of its former master for the Elf Warden.

It would gladly drink Black's blood from Maiev's grasp.

Faced with this kind of flattery and temptation, the warden's response was quite direct. A dispelling magic shining with bright white moonlight was released from Maiev's fingertips.

The purifying divine power given by the moon god Ellu circulates inside the Ursalus war scythe, and the trace of death divine power given to it by Blake is simply and neatly dispelled.

It was wailing from the hand of death form back to its original, dusty sickle form, causing even the demon itself to suffer heavy damage.

It is just a weapon, and it cannot exert any combat effectiveness when no one is holding it.

"A spellcaster's weapon should be used in the same way as a spellcaster. Using it for melee combat will only affect your progress and hinder the learning of magic. This is not the way you use such an evil thing."

Maiev raised her head and said something to the unconscious Blake.

She looked at the pirate's attire up and down, thought for a moment, then reached out and quickly peeled off all the pirate's armor, leaving him with his cloak and eyepatch.

And a pair of blue boxer briefs.

"This suit is good. I also need some 'casual clothes' for disguise during the upcoming hunt. Thank you for your gift, Lord Black."

Maiev folded the Night Slayer suit and put it in her bag.

She took one last look at the stripped pirate, hesitated for a few seconds, looked around again, and after repeatedly confirming that no one was around, she reached out and took off her owl helmet.

Revealing a fair cheek without Kaldorei facial lines, and shaking the long white hair tied behind her head, she leaned down and got closer to the pirate's face little by little.

When I closed my eyes and my lips were about to touch, a croaking sound came from far outside the forest.

"whispering sound"

The warden snorted.

Like a dragonfly touching water, he pecked Blake on the forehead, quickly put on his helmet, and as if running away, quickly turned around and jumped into the shadows.

A few minutes later, a huge moon-white owl flapped its wings and flew into the forest carrying the little fishman.

Benbolba's big eyes were looking around, and worry shone in Mengmeng's eyes. It found Black's Hippogryph Sky Sky outside the forest. The poor Hippogryph seemed to be defeated.

He was hiding outside the forest and walking hard towards the forest, calling his master sadly.

"Quack!"

But Bully quickly discovered Black.

It grabbed its owl's collar and forced it to fly in that direction. When the owl approached Blake, the little fishman jumped down quickly and landed next to Blake.

It looked at the owner who was stripped naked in front of him in shock, and his cute big eyes were shining with shock!

Black has always been the one to rob others, so why would the pirates be robbed in turn this time?

It was still so miserable that Benbolba was about to wake up the pirates immediately, but it soon saw the collection left by Maiev, which belonged to Black.

There are still a dozen good things left on the ground that the warden has no use for.

The little fishman blinked.

It glanced at the unconscious Blake, and then at the shiny things on the ground.

A cunning light flashed in its big eyes, so it looked left and right, like a thief, rubbed its paws, and walked towards the good thing thrown beside it.

——

The pirate felt like he was in a dream.

In the dream, he was doing something very ambiguous with a white-haired girl with a great figure. Just as the two were about to kiss, he felt a slight pain and a noisy sound, which surprised him from his coma. .

"Quack gua gua"

When he opened his eyes, he saw the panicked and screaming little fishman Benbolba on his chest, who was slapping him with his bow from left to right.

Use this rough method to wake him up.

"I was right, Maiev! It was she who knocked me unconscious. I... eh? Where are my clothes? Where are my battle clothes? Where is my sword? Where is my hand of justice? My magic bag Woolen cloth?"

The first thing the pirate did when he woke up was to touch his naked body everywhere. Except for the cloak on his body, the blindfold on his eyes and the Seal of the Master Assassin, there was nothing on him!

The little fish man lowered his head, pointed at the four hacked Ancestral Turtle bags that were thrown casually in front of him, and made a "helpless" gesture towards the pirates with an innocent look on his face.

"Did she take all of it?"

Blake couldn't believe her eyes.

He got up and pulled the four bags in front of him.

I found that except for the stored wine and some specially placed collectibles, there were other things inside, including the treasures I snatched from the Black Knight, and the magic items sent by Garona during the second robbery.

As well as the spoils from these plunders, everything is gone!

"She took Sankesu and the Mark of the Wizard King away? My family fortune was emptied by that stinky woman!"

Blake, who had worked hard to rob and finally save some "family property", covered his naked body with a cloak at this moment, like a poor tramp in the wind.

He shouted with a look of grief and anger:

"Is there any justice in this? Is there any law in this? Maiev! You stinky robber! Don't let me catch you! I will definitely deal with you severely!

Just wait for me! "

"Quack quack quack!"

The little fish man also waved his fists with an indignant look on his face, as if he was complaining to Black.

But a hint of relief flashed in its big eyes.

The pirate falls and the murloc is fed.

No one is destined to know what happened today. Guaguagua, this is great!

Long live Lady Maiev!