Shadow Trails in Azeroth

"boom"

The sound of the soul stone shattering was as clear as glass, bringing up a stream of green smoke in the dusk of the evening, and the souls sealed in it howled out and escaped.

But before he could run too far, he was absorbed by the demon summoning ritual activated in the mage camp.

Use souls as bait to let a small group of hellhounds smell the fragrance in the twisted void and rush out howling.

The moment these vicious, scaly, eyeless demons entered the material world, they were attracted by the life around them, and they began to frantically attack the nearest unlucky ones.

The soul stones that had been thrown around the camp by the Nightborne Arcanists were detonated one after another. A large number of summons in a short period of time filled the Amber Cliff mage camp with various low-level demons within a few minutes.

This confusion is only a precursor.

According to the experience of Dalaran's battle with the orcs' Shadow Council warlocks, the emergence of low-level demons means that a more dangerous situation is coming.

"boom"

A black magic steel ax whizzed in from outside the camp, shattering the arcane shield held up by a three-person combat team.

The battle mages reacted quickly, but as soon as they raised their staffs, several magic rays fell from the sky, freezing them in place. The cold fell, causing the mages to suffer severe frostbite.

"Weak wretch!"

The huge demon guard waved his claws and rushed all the way to his magic steel axe. He raised the weapon and slashed at the three frozen mages in front of him.

However, Amy Marin, the high-level mage who was teleported, used fire blast to repel him.

This tall human female mage held the staff and threw the teleportation spell on the mage behind her, teleporting them to the mage tower for temporary shelter.

This beautiful rescue brought her trouble.

She was targeted by the Destruction Witch of the giant magician Zarak. The three-meter-tall, six-armed humanoid demon smiled evilly and hid in hiding.

While Marin and Clinflan were fighting, he sneaked behind the female mage and threw a charm spell viciously, interrupting the high-level mage's spellcasting. Then he waved the weapons in his six arms and danced on the spot. A steel whirlwind was released.

The sharp blade shattered the ice shield and opened a bleeding wound behind the high-level mage.

The giant magician who was attracted by the battle, the big bad guy Jie Jie with a wooden mask, sneered and threw curses and evil fire at the female mage, trapping the high-level mage on the battlefield.

On the other side, Battle Mage Captain Ansme saw Black, whom he had met once before. The pirate was still wearing the highly recognizable Corruptor robes.

He was holding a cold black scythe, and there was an evil skull hanging on his chest.

He walked leisurely towards the mage camp, throwing out a few curse spells and hanging them on the mage apprentices attacking him, causing them to scream and roll on the ground.

Or throw out fear spells, causing the apprentices to collapse and flee in all directions.

A large beholder with seven eyes was suspended behind Blake, with more than a dozen tentacles moving below, and each of the demon's eyes was emitting magical light.

The low-level mages who were hit were either dead or injured, and the magic thrown by the battle mages at the pirates was "eaten" by the big-eyed demon in a weird way.

Whether it is fire, ice or arcane magic, as long as there is physical magic, it will be regarded as a delicious meal by the Big-eyed Demon Glazer.

"You are the disciple of Elya Blue Moon, I recognize you! What do you mean by Nathalas Academy?"

The battle mage captain held a staff in one hand and a magic sword in the other. He stood in front of Blake and yelled at the pirate:

"You came here to exchange magic before, why are you attacking us now?"

"What you said is really stupid. There are different magic factions in Dalaran, and Nathalath Academy, which has a longer tradition, also has its own."

Blake casually threw a fear spell to the nearby mage apprentice, trying to sneak attack him, and admired the cowardly way the guy held his head and turned around and ran away.

He held the Headwind Reaper and said to the battle mage in front of him:

"It is the mages of Narthalas who discuss the truth of magic with you, and they are also the ones who have good intentions towards you. You are very friendly with the mages, but what does this have to do with us warlocks?

You don’t know yet, right?

Narthalath Academy is divided into two schools: mages and warlocks.

We are different from those pedantic mages. When we dislike someone or something, we will not try to use words to persuade the other person to change.

We are more willing to express our dissatisfaction through actions. "

"The Kirin Tor have nothing to do with you."

Battle Mage Ansim waved his staff, and a cone of cold ice erupted from the tip of the staff, freezing the three hell hounds rushing towards him into ice sculptures. In the cold air, he asked loudly:

"Why are you sorcerers dissatisfied with us?"

"It's very simple."

The pirate held the Skull of Gul'dan on his chest and carried the scythe behind his back. He said coldly:

"The mages in our academy are all a bunch of idiots. They always like to impart valuable knowledge to others for free. They think this is an era ten thousand years ago.

But these days, if you want to be strong, how can you do it without spending money?

Well, don't get me wrong.

We warlocks also hope that knowledge can be spread, but free things always make people ignore their value, so the warlock faction of Nathalath Academy advocates 'fair trade'. "

A ball of shadow magic was extracted from the Skull of Gul'dan by Black and turned into a seed of corrosion. He casually scattered it and threw it on a group of battle mages who were exorcising demons dozens of yards away.

As the seeds of corrosion and curses took effect quickly, the battle mages were caught off guard by the shadow blasts extending from the body. Their offensive was forced to interrupt, and they were trapped in place by the demon's counterattack.

In this chaotic background mixed with howls and cries, Black spread his hands and said to the Kirin Tor mage in front of him:

"Don't you think it's interesting that you gained so much knowledge for free from the dean and instructors? I know that wild mages from the Eastern Continent have to pay to attend classes in Dalaran.

It’s still calculated section by section.

Now, I won’t ask you for money anymore.

Everyone is a spell caster, so talking about money is too vulgar. This camp of yours is good, just give it to us in the name of ‘the price of knowledge’. "

"Arrogant!"

Ansim glanced at the two mage towers not far away from the corner of his eyes. There was already a violet arcane magic gathering above the towers, which meant that Ms. Ainovar had activated the attack circle of the mage towers.

These four warlocks and the demons they summoned will soon be cleared out by the activated mage tower.

This gave the battle mage captain some peace of mind.

He looked at Blake again and said with a sneer:

"If Dean Lanyue makes such a request, we will definitely give this camp to that selfless and respectable legend, but you hidden warlocks

Just you? "

"boom"

The experienced battle mage raised his staff and activated the magic formula "Calm and Calm" that had been prepared for a long time. When he raised his hand, a pyrotechnic fireball was thrown towards the pirate without the need to cast a spell.

The lava fireball the size of a washbasin is fast and hard, and it would be terrible to be hit even once.

But the pirate raised his hand at the same time, and the shadow magic gathered into a short and rhythmic concentrated impact, six shots in a row, weakening the lava fireball time and time again.

After the sixth shadow blast ended, the powerful Pyroblast Fireball only had the destructive power of an ordinary fireball.

With a pop, it hit the soul-extracting shield in front of the pirate, like a mud cow sinking into the sea, without even a splash.

What happened in this gap shocked the battle mage captain. He could see clearly that each of the pirate's six shadow strikes combined was no more destructive than the magic tricks.

But in the interval between the six impacts, he destroyed the mana model of his own Pyroblast Fireball with great precision and almost artistic skill.

This powerful high-level magic was downgraded to a low-level flame magic.

Generally speaking, the pyroblast fireball is just the beginning. In the style of Dalaran's battle mages, they will then use a series of instant magic and good melee skills to chase the opponent until the winner is determined. .

But Ansim was so shocked that he forgot to launch the battle mage's combo tactics.

"how did you do it?"

he asked in surprise.

"Were you sleeping when Prince Farodis gave you a lecture in the morning? Didn't he tell you the 'Ten Variations of Fire Shock Theory'?"

Blake said in a strange tone:

“What I use is the seventh variant.

With the precise and instantaneous characteristics of impact magic, it can destroy the mana model and magic concentration of high-level magic multiple times in a row to achieve the purpose of weakening magic.

Although I don't use Fire Blast but Shadow Blast, the principle is the same.

No way?

You can't even see this? "

"Ah! This is how the seventh variant of the formula works! I was thinking about how to use impact to destroy the magic power, but it turns out this is how it works."

Battle Mage Ansim seemed to have opened the door to a new world at this moment. He slapped his forehead suddenly on the battlefield. He seemed to understand, but it seemed that there were still some details that he had not figured out.

Then he looked up at Blake.

That expression seemed to say:

I don't really understand. Can you perform what you just said again?

This look was familiar to Blake.

Every time he couldn't understand what Dean Lan Yue was telling him, he would show this expression. Seeing the battle mage in front of him showing a similar expression, the pirate hesitated for a moment.

Feeling sympathy for the fellow scumbag students, he waved his hand and said:

"Okay, I take back what I said before. It seems that you have given my mentors the wisdom they just taught you and returned it to them. You don't owe us Nathalath Academy anything.

you can go now.

I'll find someone else to collect the debt. "

"you!"

This sarcasm made the scumbag battle mage blush immediately.

He felt that he was greatly humiliated by the warlock in front of him, so he disappeared from the spot with the flash technique, picked up the magic sword and stabbed at the pirate.

It seemed that he knew that the warlock in front of him had received professional training in spellcasting ability and that magic had no advantage against him, so he planned to use melee combat to solve the problem.

Spellcasters are a group of guys who are superstitious about magic. The vast majority of spellcasters do not deliberately practice close combat skills. Their long-term experimental career and meditation have also made their limbs weak.

The battle mages of Dalaran are famous because of their "double cultivation of magic and martial arts".

snort!

Although my spell casting ability is not as good as yours, you definitely can't dodge my sword!

Eat my big cleave!

Then

Then there is no more.

The battle mage captain flashed over to fight with his bayonet, and saw Black holding the battle scythe behind him with his left hand, blocking the magic sword he chopped down with the precise defense of a high-level warrior.

Then he took a light step back, while rotating his wrist, he swung the sickle in a circle, holding it with both hands, and made a fatal diagonal slash forward.

"puff"

The magic shield shattered and blood splattered everywhere.

The battle mage captain's eyes widened, and he lay down at Black's feet, clutching the blood spurting from his chest.

The warlock knelt down and looked at him with his head tilted. He seemed not to know how to evaluate his behavior of giving away people's heads, so he grabbed his hand again, pressed the wound on his chest, and said to him:

"Hold it, don't let go within ten minutes, otherwise you will die here due to excessive blood loss. Now, there is a 'magic communication' between the two of us, and this work must be done to the point. It would be bad if someone died. .

But look.

You Dalaran can't argue and fight, and you can't fight. How dare you call yourself a magic holy land?

Don't be so arrogant in the future.

As a spell caster, you should be more humble. I hope your encounter tonight will make you more realistic. Besides, you've been looking forward to your Mage Tower's power, right?

Unfortunately.

There's no way it's going to show off tonight. "

"boom"

As soon as Blake finished speaking, a crisp sound sounded above the mage tower.

With the sound of broken glass, Ms. Avanor, who was covered in blood, grabbed the broken staff and fell from the height of the mage tower. Fortunately, there was a raised straw pile under the mage tower.

Otherwise, if she falls from this height, this lady will die or be disabled.

In front of the broken glass window, the orc Evil Eye and the skinny boy Kanrisad were waving to their captain, declaring their assault on the Mage Tower a success.

In Kanrisade's hand, he held an elf-style purifying eyeball pendant, which also exuded the smell of high-temperature embers.

Ms. Avanor, a high-level mage of the Kirin Tor, was knocked out of the tower by this device and a powerful burst of soul fire. She used legendary magic accessories to deal with a high-level mage.

These despicable warlocks have no moral ethics!

"ah"

Miss Amy Marin was also hit by the magic of the Fury of Shadow by the giant magician Zarak more than ten seconds later. She was stabbed in the abdomen by the Witch of Destruction while she was severely dizzy.

Ended up with a serious injury.

At this point, the three major spellcasters in the Amber Bluff Kirin Tor camp had been defeated, and the other battle mages were surrounded by low-level demons commanded by Black's Big Eye Demon Glazer.

It means that the camp has been completely breached.

"Mages of the Kirin Tor! The 'magical exchange' between Nar'thalas College and you is officially over. You have lost both in terms of magic theory and practice.

it's a pity.

Your performance makes me pessimistic about the quality of teaching in Dalaran. "

Blake stood up.

Amidst the roars of the demons one after another, he spread his hands and shouted to the group of desperate battle mages in front of him:

"Come on, now hand over all the good things you have as your 'tuition fee' for attending our Na'thalas Academy courses, and then go back to Dalaran.

I have no intention of killing you tonight, but I will go back and tell the Council of Six that the routes in the Northrend Sea will be taken over by our Narthalas Academy Warlock School from now on.

Of course you can come if you want to come later.

But remember to prepare a “ransom” with you in advance.

Considering that we are already very familiar with each other, if you are caught by us in the future, I can give you a friendly price, a 9.20% discount or something. "