Shadow Trails in Azeroth

Dragonblight is a very famous place throughout Azeroth.

This wilderness is located in the middle of the Northrend continent. The temperature is very cold. Except for some low cedars and native plants, the entire wilderness is a desolate snowfield. Few creatures can survive in this barren place.

But it is also the sacred place of the five-color dragon army.

In addition to the Dragon Sleeping Temple where the dragon kings hold meetings, the Dragon Bone Wilderness is also dotted with the holy places of the five-color dragon legions, which are the graveyards where the dragons are about to die.

Dragons that sense that they are about to die will return to their respective holy places and quietly wait for death.

This also gave this land the name "Dragonbone Wilds".

Of course, there is another story why this land is called Dragonblight, which is the story about the prehistoric ancestor, the dragon king Galakrond.

That was a very old story. Needless to say, it was just an old story about a big bad guy being defeated by heroes. The current five-color dragon army came into existence because of that incident.

After Galakrond died, its corpses were scattered across the barren wilderness, and eventually the weathered bones filled every part of the land.

The skeleton of the prehistoric dragon can still be seen towering among the glaciers.

But those things are no different from rocks and cannot be used to cast the keel of the Nagfar.

The King of Hippogryphs, Sky, carried his master and flew towards the northwest of the wilderness in a blizzard. The vast expanse of white between the sky and the earth made the pirates high in the sky covered with snow.

Fortunately, the watcher's cloak covered his whole body, so he wouldn't be frozen in the high altitude.

The Eye of Kilrogg floating next to him moved a few times, allowing Black to see the tall tower standing in the center of the wilderness amid a snowstorm in such bad weather.

Only a shadow can be seen, but it is still shocking.

That is the Wyrmrest Temple, a holy place common to all dragons in Azeroth. Anyone who approaches without permission will be mercilessly shot down by the flying patrol dragons around it.

In Blake's field of vision, he could also see a young blue dragon flying towards the Dragon Sleeping Temple against the flying snow in the sky.

That's a little star.

She set off with Blake to visit the Holy Land at Wyrmrest Temple, and also provided cover for Blake so that the dragons patrolling the wilderness today would be attracted to the temple.

This was not the pirate's plan.

But with the help of Little Star, today's operation to steal the dragon bone will definitely go smoothly.

"Quack gua gua"

The screams of the fishmen sounded high in the sky. Although the little idiot Benbolba was strengthened by dragon blood, it still followed the laws of life. The environment of Dragon Bone Wilderness was a bit too harsh for it.

He would be hiding in the pirate's arms, with his head shrunk, shivering from the cold.

"You said it would be good to use this wilderness as a cemetery, right?"

Blake said maliciously:

"It is a supreme honor to give you, a little traitor, fraudster, treasure thief and bad fishman who tells lies, a chance to sleep with the dragon.

After word spreads, all the murlocs in Azeroth will remember your name and your 'legend'.

They will say that the cunning and vicious legendary fishman Benbolba died on the way to the dragon cemetery to steal the dragon bones. Before it died, it fought heroically with the dragon, and was then sprayed into pieces by a breath of dragon's breath.

Do you like this story? "

Ben Bol shook his head fiercely.

It shrank its head and let out a weak cry.

"Qua~gua"

"Do you know you're admitting your mistake now? It's too late!"

The pirate snorted, pointed in another direction, continued to threaten the little fishman, and said:

"You don't like the ending where the dragon sprays you to death with its breath? Then I'll arrange another one for you.

Do you see the mountains over there?

Under that mountain range, there is an underground city built by the spider demons of Naiyou. You don't know what spider demons are, right?

You don't actually need to know, you just need to know that the kings of the nerubians are called crypt lords, and they are insects powerful enough to compete with dragons.

Just seeing that the entrance to the kingdom of the nerubians is located in Dragonblight, but has not been flattened by the arrogant dragons, you know that they can be equal to dragons on land.

In fact, what those violent and powerful spider demon kings like to do most is to ambush stupid young dragons like Little Star in such a world of ice and snow.

Sneak up on them from the ground, pierce their necks with their exaggerated and powerful forelimbs, and take their bodies back to their dens to enjoy slowly.

I will arrange a story like this for you. "

Blake cleared his throat, organized his words, and continued:

"The great legendary fishman Benbolba was a bold thing. He couldn't help his inner greed and stole the treasure of his evil master.

After being discovered, he was exiled to Dragonblight by vicious pirates.

Benbolba knew that he was wrong, so he wanted to go to the underground kingdom of the spider demons of Neyou and steal the treasures of the spider demons for his master in exchange for the forgiveness of the evil pirates.

But its luck eventually ran out.

In that underground city far away from civilization, it was caught by a group of terrible spiders and used to make a container for adult eggs. Finally, after the little spider hatched, it was served as the first meal by those vicious creatures.

It died miserably.

Its bones are still in the rubbish dump of the Nerubian city. Do you like the ending of this story? "

The little fish man stopped talking.

He just shook his head and made a soft cry, begging Blake for forgiveness.

It was really scared,

It now feels that Black brought it to Dragonblight just to kill it.

"Huh? You are so demanding. You don't even like such a good story?"

Blake grabbed the hippogryph's reins and said in a strange voice amidst the heavy snow flying in the sky:

"How about we arrange something more tragic for you? Do you know that besides dragons and nerubians, what other beasts live in Dragonblight?

Mammoth man!

It was a specialty of the Northrend continent, a legendary creature that could control the kobolds of the North. Elite individuals among them could even compete with giant dragons in strength.

Of course, there is still some doubt as to whether mammoths are considered beasts or intelligent beings.

But one thing is for sure.

They have never tasted the taste of murlocs."

Blake's Eye of Kilrogg floated into his arms, and landed right in front of the trembling little fish-man. The pupils of the magic eyeball turned around, and finally locked on the cute little fish-man, full of tears. In the eyes of fear.

"Look, I've prepared three endings for your 'saga', and I really hope you don't need them.

I hope we can go back to the days when we lived together in the Eastern Continent.

I have been through so much misery before, but now things are getting better, but you have become a bit strange to me, my little idiot. What exactly changed you?

Is it said that fish people are also greedy for profit?

Or are you unable to get rid of the savage and evil nature of the fishman in your body? "

The pirate controlled the hippogryph's reins and let it land in a cedar forest wasteland in a blizzard. He jumped off the saddle of the sky and took out a shovel from his luggage.

He dug a hole in the hard frozen soil two or three times, then found a stone from the side, pulled out the fragment of Azzinoth, carved a line of words on the stone, and inserted it into the edge of the hole.

He looked at the little fish-man who was shivering with cold at his feet, holding on to the edge of his cloak and not daring to let go. He pointed at the "tombstone" and said in a faint tone:

"This is the cemetery I prepared for you. Look at how caring I am to you, no one has even prepared a cemetery for me.

It doesn't matter if you have a few trophies or something, but your claws have reached out to me.

This is not right.

In the tradition of pirates, this is a 'rebellion'! I can't tell this story, because if I let you go in public, other pirates will learn to take chances.

So I chose to handle the matter privately. "

Blake took the little fish-man who covered his eyes with his paws and did not dare to look at the tombstone in his hands. He held it in his arms as before, reached out and tapped it on its cold head.

He said:

"Let this cemetery remain empty for now, but if there is another time, it will come in handy.

Don’t worry, I will definitely place a beautiful white flower in front of your tombstone to symbolize my missing you.

But sadness will always be smoothed away. After time washes away the bad news of your death, I will find another fish-man as smart and as lucky as you as a pet.

It may take some time, but with so many murlocs in Azeroth, I can always find one just like you.

I have always been very patient when it comes to finding and taming small pets.

In a certain dream, I was the one who tamed more than 400 small pets, plus 400 mounts, and led them around Azeroth all day long.

Don't give me this chance, okay?

Do you know you are wrong? "

Ben Bolba nodded wildly.

Today's encounter was too rough for the fishman, and it was really frightened.

It was freezing from the soles of my feet to my heart.

He was afraid that Blake would stab himself with the flaming knife and bury himself in this shabby place in the ice and snow.

He actually dug the graveyard.

Do you think this scares fish people?

It made a gesture of cursing and swearing, and croaked to show its loyalty, promising that it would never be confused again in the future.

"Very good, this is my obedient fishman baby. I only need to say these words once. You are so smart, you will definitely understand that I am not joking with you."

Black laughed, threw the murloc into the wrapped cloak, mounted the hippogryph again, and flew northwest of Wyrmrest Temple in the flying snow.

"Oh, my little master is really good at taming animals. I'm really impressed."

In the cold wind, Xal'atath whispered in the pirate's ear:

"Look what you scared the poor little fishman into. It will definitely leave a psychological shadow in the future, and it will definitely not dare to do those little tricks that would make me feel happy again.

what a pity. "

"Yeah?"

Blake curled his lips and said:

"I even suspect that you taught him to become such a troublesome bad boy. You are destroying my family relationship. It's better that you didn't participate in it."

"No way, little master, please don't slander me."

Xal'atath let out a brief laugh and said:

"Who knows what strange dreams it will have that belong to the fish-men, and then it learns bad things on its own. What does it have to do with me who is loyal to you? Speaking of which, the Green Dragon Holy Land is closest to the coastline on the Dragonblight Wilderness side.

I have been here many years ago. It is a semi-open bay with many keels to pick up. With your level of stealth, as long as you are careful, the sleeping green dragon will not be able to detect you.

Why go to the Black Dragon Holy Land instead of being close? There's not much keel left for you there. "

"Because the big bad black dragons have been removed from the Dragon Legion, their holy land is basically unattended. I can take whatever I want there."

Blake looked at the Obsidian Holy Land in front of him in the wind and snow, emitting black smoke, and replied softly:

"Besides, do you think I don't know what's in the Green Dragon Holy Land? You ancient gods are so bad. You tried every means to trap me, a poor and simple pirate.

If I hadn't known that the madness in the dream had begun to flow into reality, I would have been deceived by you. "

"Very well, then keep this vigilance."

Xal'atath whispered:

"Continue to doubt everyone around you, be careful of them, be wary of them. Only I am the most trustworthy person for you. Just like now, I will tell you.

Land.

There is something going on in the Obsidian Holy Land.

I felt it. It was a secret meeting from the Black Dragon Legion. My little master, you came at the right time. Go down and use your superb skills to spy on their communications.

Maybe we can get some useful information. "

The pirate narrowed his eyes, patted the hippogryph's neck, said something in the ear of the psychic beast, and then fell from the snowy sky in a falling posture.

The watchman's cloak behind him turned into gliding wings, dragging him into the shadows and sliding silently down toward the scorching obsidian holy land below.

The hippogryph turned around and flew into the wind and snow. This smart beast knew that its master needed to move covertly, and its hovering here would interfere with the pirates' stealth.

As the pirate fell to the edge of an obsidian holy land that was as black as the cooling magma after a volcanic eruption, he looked left and right and quickly approached the holy land that was shaped into a dragon's mouth and connected to the magma in the center of the earth.

As he rushed into the dragon's lair and followed the twisted road all the way to the magma pool, Blake, who was hiding in the shadows, poked his head out and glanced at the bright magma pool below.

There were more than a dozen figures standing there, talking secretly in dragon language. Look at the figures and looks of those guys.

Huo, good guy!

They are all old acquaintances.

By the way, Miss Katarina Presto, instead of dating my bitch Auriden Perenold in Alterac, you sneaked away to Dragonblight. What are you doing?

The handsome black-haired guy next to you is your brother Nefarios, right?

I have long admired your name.

The body of my first mate is still with you. When will he come back?