Shadow Trails in Azeroth

Maris Scourge was one of the last demon hunters to join the Illidari during the War of the Ancients.

He had just completed his hunter training when Brother Stormrage and Tyrande, under the cover of the dragons, ventured into Zin-Azshari's palace, blew up the Well of Eternity, and ended the demonic invasion.

But this does not mean that Maris is a new recruit with no combat experience.

For a short time after the Burning Legion was driven back into the Twisting Nether and the world was shattered, he and his companions continued to hunt and slay demons in their new home of Kalimdor.

It's just that compared to his comrades with great military exploits, Maris doesn't have many outstanding achievements.

He is also an unlucky guy.

Before he could vent his anger for losing everything on the demons, Lord Illidan was raided and arrested by the Watchers without knowing it because of what he did on the top of Mount Hyjal.

The ten thousand years since he was imprisoned in the Watcher's Cave have not extinguished the anger in his heart. The feeling of powerlessness is as clear as it was ten thousand years ago.

Those feelings tortured him, making him long to swing his sword at the demon.

But fate is so bizarre.

Marius Demon Calamity has sharpened his war blade, appeased his inner demons, and is preparing to follow Commander Alturis and use the cross-continental portals set up by the Nightborne Arcanists to head to Ereshara. When Si Gucheng was fighting for his life, the commander gave him a strange task.

A mission that nearly caused his inner demons to spiral out of control.

As a new recruit, he had to bid farewell to the second period of his newly restarted war career and instead serve a group of stinky pirates. Although he could feel the arcane stamp emanating from the invitation in his hand.

Although nominally going to serve as "Instructor of Demonology and Demonic Power Defense Course" at Narthalas Academy, which was rebuilt 10,000 years ago, this new title sounds cool.

But Marius still felt that he was exiled by his companions.

This made him very unhappy.

But there is no way.

In the Illidari, recruits like him cannot refuse orders from the top, and the victim commander also secretly explained the truth behind this mission to him.

This is a matter related to Lord Illidan and must be taken seriously, so Altruis carefully selected among his companions, and finally chose Marius Demonscourge.

Because before he became a demon hunter, he was an arcanist apprentice, and he was best at dealing with those magic mentors.

Although the commander exaggerated the importance of this mission, Maris still felt that he was an unlucky man who was exiled.

After experiencing a brief moment of anger, the Demonic Disaster Master calmed down his inner demons again, carried his luggage, said goodbye to his companions heading to Elrethalas, and set foot on the road to the Northland alone.

Well, this journey was much "quick" than he thought.

"Buzz"

In an underground hall outside Suramar City, after passing through a portal, Maris Demonic Disaster arrived at his destination—a large black ship floating on the sea of ​​ice floes.

When the light from the portal dissipated on him, he immediately heard the whispers of a group of people in front of him.

"Is it him? Is it him?"

"Is this the Demon Hunter? Wow, the tattoos on his body are so cool! He must be a bad boy!"

"They are indeed blind as the captain said. Look at the black strip of cloth on his face, covering his eyes. He is so fierce, with a knife behind his back.

There’s a tattoo on that knife too! "

"Shh! Keep your voice down, they are blind, but they are not deaf. If he hears you saying bad things about him, be careful of him slashing you with a knife. I heard that these demon hunters are a bunch of lunatics."

"First Officer Marci, look at the tattoos on his body, and look at the tattoos on yours. You are so inferior!"

"Bah, how did you see the tattoo on my body? Did you peek at me taking a shower? I should dig out your eyes and send them to this blind demon hunter as an apprentice."

Well, the moment Marius Demonic Disaster arrived on the Alpaca, he was looked at like a zoetrope by a group of noisy pirates of all races.

These guys were all drunk, and they talked without restraint and talked about everything.

Fortunately, Demon Calamity is an upper elf. He has been trapped for ten thousand years. The only languages ​​he can understand are Salas and Demonic. He cannot understand the messy languages ​​spoken by the pirates in front of him.

But sometimes, the pointing and malicious curiosity of onlookers can be distinguished without having to understand.

These stinky pirates.

Maris felt very unhappy. A dark voice floated in his heart, tempting him to pull out his war blade and chop all the bastards in front of him to death!

Demon Calamity has become accustomed to this kind of dark voice, it is his inner demon speaking. Every demon hunter has this experience. A mature demon hunter will automatically filter out these dark sounds.

But Maris, who was not in a good mood, really didn't mind if these pirates continued to watch him.

"It is said that demon hunters are very good at fighting, but look at the elf in front of you, who is as thin as a stick. Maybe the legends are just rumors. Otherwise, how could they be imprisoned by the watchers for ten thousand years?"

A bald pirate with a bad accent was drunk now, wearing a red dirty acolyte's robe, speaking the Salas language he had just learned, hiding in the crowd and talking nonsense.

That's right, it's the elf-controlled 'Silver Moon' Harry, a bastard who likes to talk nonsense when he drinks too much.

Maris raised his head, with a provocative smile on his stern face. He accurately locked Harry's position in the crowd, moved his neck, and dropped his backpack on the ground.

"boom"

With a soft sound, he took off the war blade from his back and threw it away. The two war blades were inserted into the ship's board with a roar. The demon hunter, who was as thin as a stick, squeezed his hands together and moved his joints.

"I understand that sentence."

He replied to the drunken Harry in Salas:

"Want to test whether I can fight you, stinky pirate?"

He casually made a provocative gesture.

There were at least thirty pirates of all races in front of him. What was terrible was that they held a welcome banquet in advance and got themselves drunk. The pirates all saw the demon hunter's provocative gesture.

They looked at each other.

"beat him!"

A fox pirate yelled.

The next moment, the entire cabin was in chaos.

Five minutes later, Maris Demonic Disaster, who moved his shoulders, walked out of the cabin with his luggage and the war blade on his back at a relaxed pace.

The unhappiness and anger in his heart dissipated a lot, and there was even a smile on his stern face.

On the deck outside the cabin, an undead butler wearing a black and white tuxedo and a half-mask was waiting for him. The butler held a pocket watch in his hand.

When he saw Maris coming out, the butler said with a smile:

"Master would be very pleased if he could see Lord Demon Calamity and his pirates 'fighting' together. It seems that you have understood and enjoyed the 'welcome ceremony' of the Undead Fleet.

Then, please come with me, Lord Maris.

On the stern of the ship, a welcome banquet has been prepared for you, and the dean and tutors of Nathalas College are waiting for you on another ship. "

"There is no need to attend the banquet or anything like that."

Demonic Disaster replied in the cold tone unique to demon hunters:

"I didn't come here to make friends with the pirates. I brought information from Commander Alturis and I need to see Lord Black Shaw."

"You may have to wait a little for this."

Butler Moros shook his head and said:

"The master is swimming in the ocean of knowledge. He must pass today's 'wisdom trial' before he can spare time to meet you. If you don't like the lively welcome ceremony, then please come with me and let's go to the Nagfar.

You can start by meeting your future colleagues.

Dean Blue Moon and the instructors are very much looking forward to your arrival. The newly opened warlock course at Nathalas College also needs your professional knowledge to be more complete. "

"My commander told me that I am here only to tell the mentors about the information, habits and weaknesses of various demons."

Maris Demonic Disaster followed Moros off the Alpaca, boarded the ghost captain Grace's boat, and headed towards the direction of the Nagfar.

On the ship, the demon hunter said to the steward:

"I'm not responsible for teaching."

"Of course, that's your freedom."

Moros maintained an excellent demeanor and said to the demon hunter in Salas language:

"But in addition to teaching demonology, as the new logistics deacon and dormitory director of the college, I have a small request for your help."

"Go ahead, as long as it doesn't disturb my daily combat training."

Marius replied indifferently, showing off his expert demeanor.

Moros chuckled.

He said:

“Once warlock courses are taught on a large scale, the demons summoned by apprentices through formal or informal channels may become a problem.

You know, Nathalath Academy upholds the quality of teaching and cannot allow students to contract unqualified demon servants. Nor can we allow the demons summoned into the material world to run around.

So we also need a ‘professional cleaner’ who specializes in dealing with ‘waste demons’, dunno.”

"No need to be so polite."

Maris grinned a weird smile, and he stroked the war blade at his hand. His tone was no longer cold, but very gentle, and even said with a hint of enthusiasm:

"I'm happy to help you deal with the 'abandoned' demons. It doesn't matter how many you have, or how tired you are. I don't even need a salary, I will 'service' you for free.

I just have one question, when can I officially start working? "

"Well, let me check the time."

The undead butler looked at his pocket watch and said:

"In fifteen minutes, the 'Basic Demon Summoning' course for third-year apprentices will begin. Perhaps you can attend it first. After the course, the demons summoned by those students will be at your disposal.

These are some low level imps and hellhounds, hope this isn't a waste of your time. "

"No, no, no, I like doing this."

Maris said very humbly:

"As long as they are demons, no matter how big or small, no matter how strong or weak they are, I will be happy to send them back to their hometown. Of course, I am a little weak now and need evil energy to replenish them.

Therefore, my process of handling waste products may be a bit bloody. I hope it will not scare those students.

But don't worry, I'll clean up the classroom when I'm done.

To be honest, I was initially very resistant to this trip, but now I suddenly realized that accepting the invitation from Nathalas College was a really good thing.

I'm full of motivation. "

——

"'Experimental Subject No. 1' is here."

In the stern of the Nagfar, Blake, who had just completed three magic test papers, was hiding in Dean Blue Moon's cabin, looking out with the Eye of Kilrogg.

He saw Grayson's boat approaching the Nagfar, so he rubbed his hands excitedly and said to the dean next to him:

"I spent a lot of effort to trick the demon hunter mentor from Alturis. Ahem, I asked my butler to give him some words to 'soothe his soul'.

Next, we just need to keep summoning demons, while studying demonology, and at the same time 'feeding' Maris Demonic Disaster with evil energy.

If we find another time and let this genuine demon hunter complete a demon transformation in front of us, we can collect enough research information. "

"One transformation may not be enough."

Dean Lanyue answered in a very academic tone:

"To complete that extremely complex magic ritual, we must first understand the demon hunter's transformation principle. He may need to demonstrate this ability two or three times."

"Stop it, Dean."

Black said:

"He is just a new recruit. Two or three demon transformations in a short period of time will make his inner demons lose control and fall into the dark side of the soul. After this semester's 'secondment teaching' is over, I don't want to turn a crazy person of hunters returned to Altruis.

This will make those demon hunters who are united, stubborn and able to fight come to the door to demand an explanation. "

"No, you're wrong."

Dean Lanyue took off his glasses, wiped the lenses with a ball of arcane magic, and said slowly:

"In addition to your topic of 'Warlock Version of Demon Transformation', Mentor Deliana and I, Archmage Elan, also have a topic on 'Fel Energy Corrosion and Healing' that needs to be studied privately.

‘Experimental Subject One’ is not just for you, my student Blake.

He is also the subject of our research.

He is a very valuable specimen, and his super capacity for evil energy allows us to study the secrets of how evil energy corrodes flesh and spirit.

Do not worry.

I am confident that he can still maintain his sanity after completing multiple levels of demon transformation.

This academic research topic is not harmful to Maris Demonic Disaster. As long as he cooperates, he can improve his strength in a short period of time. Based on my understanding of demon hunters, he would not refuse such a 'researched' project.

Of course, you can't tell him from the beginning.

So as not to scare him.

He's coming, keep smiling and calm down! Blake, your unkind smile is so scary! "