Shadow Trails in Azeroth

"That's probably what happened, do you understand?"

Daglopp was soon "escorted" by the little fishman to the South Island. In the underground magic laboratory, Black, wearing only a pair of loose trousers and his upper body naked, leaned on a chair.

He also wore a rune cloak embroidered with arcane spells on his shoulders to soothe the magic fluctuations of the magic patterns on his body.

These engraved magic patterns are resonating with the shadow magic in Blake's body for the first time, causing a layer of green fluorescence to surround the pirate's body.

He felt very itchy.

But you can't grab it, lest you destroy the integrity of the magic pattern.

This was specifically warned by Instructor Nidir.

But then again, this wand master with a bad little hobby has really great tattooing skills. As she said, her hands are very steady.

Blake, who was holding a cup of hot tea, leaned back on his chair and said kindly to the trembling demon kid standing in front of him:

"If you have any opinions, feel free to mention them.

For example, a will or something, after all, I have already told you the dangers. Come on, you know I'm a captain who's very generous to my own people.

I will definitely tell every demon I meet about your last words before you die. So, try to say something meaningful. "

What can the kid say?

It makes people stupid now.

There is nothing difficult to understand in terms of language and logic about the matter at hand.

Its owner needs its help to complete an experiment, to extract its demon soul and use some unreliable-sounding methods to complete "symbiosis".

This gives Black the ability to possess some demonic tactics.

A very simple thing.

As for the danger that you don't need to pay too much attention to, it is simply that this spell is not yet mature. During the casting process, it may tear Daglopp's weak demon soul apart, causing it to be completely wiped out.

In Blake's words: It's just a fatal injury, don't worry about it.

And why we should choose the imp Daglop instead of the more powerful Clintflan and Glazer? Firstly, it is because it is weak enough. Even if the spell fails, it will not have a too bad impact on Black himself.

Secondly, aren’t the pirates being petty?

Daglop has done such a bad thing before, and it is really unjustifiable not to punish him.

"Don't worry, as long as you survive this time, I promise, I will be happy to forget the unpleasant past between us. I promise to treat you as generously as before."

The pirate put down the tea in his hand and said to the kid:

"You see how fast Clintland has grown in strength recently? Isn't it because I am generous enough to my loyal and useful Destroyer? He can keep one third of the souls he hunts for himself.

If you get through it, your future will be bright. "

What can the imp Daglop with the evil flames say?

If it dares to say no, Black will definitely be happy to use the iron fist of a pirate to teach it what "sizing up the situation" means. After the previous adventure failed, it lost all power of choice.

Since I am so weak, I have no other choice but to give it a try.

"I'll do it."

The kid scratched his neck and shouted at the top of his lungs.

After shouting, he seemed to have lost all his strength and collapsed on the ground. Black laughed, stood up, took off the blood-stained rune cloak behind him, and threw it aside.

His current body was completely exposed.

The little fish-man next to him, who was looking at him furtively, let out a scream.

Not because of fear.

Just because the set of warlock magic patterns on Black's body is very beautiful and cool, the upper elf arcanists poured all their artistic cells into this set of magic patterns when designing.

The pirate's arms are covered with light green lines, patterns, and mysterious geometric shapes that are unclear, extending from the wrist to the shoulder.

Behind it is a giant five-pointed star array.

This magic circle symbolizes "devil" and things related to evil in the elf culture.

In the center of the five-pointed star array is a pirate skeleton made up of many small magic patterns, with two hidden swords intertwined underneath.

As the shadow magic in Blake's body rolls, with every breath he takes, green light will shine in the eyes of the skull tattoo.

That is the light of evil energy.

There are not too complicated lines on the front of his chest, because these are basic magic lines, leaving room for subsequent fine-tuning and improvements, so the chest is blank.

Only a circular magic circle is carved between the waist and abdomen.

There are also a few magatama-shaped texture embellishments on the left and right.

However, the magic patterns on the shoulders were made by the "magic art masters" of Nathalas College into patterns like bird wings, set off by sharp claws, and extended all the way to both sides of Black's neck.

If you don't look carefully, you can easily identify it as a devil's claw.

The pirates are also very satisfied with the appearance of this set of improved magic patterns, but they feel a little too showy.

He didn't dare to show these tattoos, for fear of causing the young ladies and brothers to scream loudly. For an assassin, such a tattoo is a bit too high-profile.

Speaking of which, the pirate is actually moody on weekdays, but that is just a way to control his subordinates. He is actually a very conservative man.

But not the little fishman!

Benbolba was dumbfounded as he looked at the cool tattoos on his owner's body. His big cute eyes were full of envy and desire. He circled around Blake, and the more he looked at him, the more he liked him.

It is a fish-man, somewhere between a humanoid and a beast.

The more powerful the beast, the more special markings will appear on its body to express its strength and majesty to all beasts. Especially in the magical world of Azeroth, powerful beasts will give birth to "natural magic patterns".

Such as those weird lines on Ursoc's body.

It is a symbol of blessing from the wild power of nature, representing the noble supernatural beast attributes.

Benbolba's fish-man bloodline determines that no matter how much it grows, it will never reach the point where natural magic patterns are born, but it also has its own desires.

If the natural wilderness doesn't give it to it, then it's not impossible to make one for yourself to scare people.

Besides, the fishmen's bodies themselves also have lines, but Benbolba has long been dissatisfied with the ordinary lines on his body. He longs for more powerful magic lines.

Just like this one on Blake!

So cool! So cool!

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The little fishman was envious, but in Dagloop's eyes, it was an out-and-out disaster.

It is a demon, even though it cannot fully understand the content of the magic marks on Blake's body. But what it can understand is shocking enough.

It is full of terrifying demonic laws such as "restraint", "imprisonment", "forced control", "extraction", "fusion" and so on.

Coupled with the red eyepatch that Blake was wearing, this made the kid feel that he was not facing a pirate, but a demon hunter who was ready to "prey".

"bring it on."

Black, who had put on the blindfold, stretched out his hand towards Daglop. The kid shook his body, but he could only close his eyes tightly and stretched out his paw, and resignedly contacted the pirate's fingertips.

"ah!"

The moment the two parties came into contact, the kid let out a terrifying scream.

Under the stunned gaze of the little fish man, Daglopp's demonic body seemed to "melt".

In the arc of light that the magic patterns on Blake's body pulsated like a poorly connected circuit, the kid seemed to be "eaten" by an invisible giant mouth and disappeared in the blink of an eye.

The evil energy aura on the pirates became stronger.

But there was only a hint of it. This kid was too weak to bring more increases to the pirates.

But it is very suitable as a test subject.

After a few seconds, Blake frowned and listened.

"Master, it feels so strange. Am I not dead?"

Daglop's strange voice sounded in the pirate's heart.

It also seemed to be at a loss about the situation in front of it. It was obvious that the body had dissipated, but the soul did not return to the Twisting Void. Instead, it was imprisoned in the body by the pirates in a strange way.

The devil inside.

"This 'inner demon' is also weak!"

Blake complained. Feeling the changes in the magic power in his body, he raised his hand and threw a ball of flaming arrows at a specially placed magic target not far away.

The evil energy and shadows entwined into a green fireball exuding the smell of sulfur, and hit the target accurately.

The power is very poor.

It's similar to the shadow arrows thrown by pirates.

But the content is very subtle, because this flaming arrow spell is not in the magic list of the warlocks. This is a talent magic that can only be mastered by the imps.

After merging with Daglop, the pirate, as a warlock, also mastered the imp's magic.

He lowered his head and "looked" at the little fish-man, flicked his fingers, and a burning flame shield was applied to the fish-man. This was the kid's second talent magic shield.

The pirate took a step forward, and his body became illusory, much like sneaking, but in fact he escaped into a special phase plane. This was a magical hiding effect.

It is also an innate magic that can only be mastered by little devils.

Unfortunately, these three magics are better than nothing for Black, and he does not need these magics to strengthen his strength.

"Dean, are the records completed?"

Black turned around and shouted to the room on the other side of the laboratory. A few seconds later, Dean Lanyue's voice came out:

"That's it. The first test was a complete success. The binding ability of the magic patterns was proved. This set of magic patterns can transform the power of demons for the use of warlocks.

But this little devil is too weak to support you in completing your demon transformation.

Let it out.

You also go back and rest for a day.

Come here tomorrow and we will start the second round of intensive testing to see the effect of ‘Devil Transformation’ and prepare your Demon Guard or Beholder. "

"Don't use them."

Blake reversed the spell's mana model, used the evil energy in his body to create a new imp body for Daglopp, and threw its consciousness back into the body.

While the kid laughed arrogantly as he escaped from death, Blake took out the soul-inducing lamp he carried with him and placed it on the table.

He flicked the soul-inducing lamp that exuded pale light and said to Dean Lanyue:

"Now that the effect is verified, let's skip the step-by-step process and try this directly."

"A Dreadlord?"

Dean Lanyue used her magic power to blend into the soul-inducing lamp. The next moment, her eyes widened and she said to Blake:

"No! I don't allow it!

Trying to fuse ordinary demons can be regarded as exploring magic for the time being, but if you try to fuse a legendary demon now, Nasrezim, who is notoriously difficult and cunning among demons, you will be destined to die. "

"It's already very weak."

Blake explained:

"Casanatir has not absorbed any evil energy in almost a year since he was captured. It has been sealed in Merry Dongfeng's body for nearly two thousand years.

The strength of this fear lord has already fallen below the level of legend, and I think I can withstand it. "

"Don't think so!"

The dean scolded:

"This is not the attitude a spellcaster should have! Your self-confidence has no reason. I don't think you can stay sane amid the whispers of the Dreadlord.

There are many ways to gain strength, and I will not allow my disciples to take such risks! "

"hehe"

Xal'atath's voice sounded in the pirate's ears at this moment, and she said in a sarcastic tone:

"Look, little master, your mentor is questioning your will. She is really an idiot. I don't think you can even control the whispers of a mere Dreadlord after living with me for so long.

Come.

Open it now and teach your arrogant mentor a lesson.

But you remember, little master. "

Xalatas made a lustful sound in Blake's ear by licking her tongue, as if to emphasize the right to belong. She said to Blake in a hoarse voice:

"Let that demon live in your heart and use its power properly, but you cannot call it an inner demon. You can only have one inner demon, and that is me!

Feel free to use it boldly.

If it dares to have weird thoughts about my cute and mysterious little master, I will swallow it in one gulp!

Black Shaw, your body and mind can only belong to me."

"You don't have to reiterate this. I don't think a free and unruly man like me belongs to anyone, my servant."

The pirate whispered back.

His iconic soliloquy made Dean Lanyue frown again.

Ever since Black became her student, she had noticed that pirates would often talk into the air.

In the beginning, Black would still be secretive, but after the two parties became familiar with each other, he stopped acting. He would often say one or two strange words suddenly in front of Alya Lanyue.

At first, Dean Lanyue thought it was some kind of pirate quirk, or that he was deliberately pretending to be a ghost to scare his unruly subordinates.

This kind of psychological intimidation is a "control method" often used by pirates to show their unpredictable evil and "majesty".

But combined with today's events and Black's unfounded confidence, Dean Lanyue suddenly found that his understanding of his disciple seemed not deep enough.

Apparently he still has some "innocuous" "little secrets" hidden in his heart.

"Snapped"

The dean clasped Blake's chin with a serious expression.

Then she roughly took off his blindfold, and with their eyes facing each other, she used a magic similar to mental soothing, trying to tell whether his sanity was clear through the pirate's eyes.

"Come, perform your 'traditional arts' for my respected dean. Remember to be gentle. If you scare my dear mentor, I will cause trouble for you."

Amid Xal'atath's malicious laughter, Blake slightly relaxed his restraint on the power of the Legacy of the Void.

Dean Lan Yue looked at her disciple's sea-blue eyes. She seemed to see the reflection of the stars in those eyes, and a whole dark starry sky spread out in front of her eyes.

The mysterious nebula surrounds the staircase composed of stars.

In the dim sea of ​​​​stars, she saw the bright star rings turning into flesh and blood placenta, and guided by the strange and attractive power, she saw the worlds corroded by the void in the dark purple flowing light.

Ruoyueruowu's whispers echoed in Dean Lanyue's spirit body, making her eyes become confused and confused.

She heard the call from the ancient darkness.

Ha, arrogant elf, surrender to this sugary fear!