Shadow Trails in Azeroth

"Let me remind you, this 'peerless beauty' only looks like a woman on the surface. In fact, it is a monster weighing more than ten tons, with claws and fangs, wings and scales."

Blake said expressionlessly to the naked woman hugging him behind him:

"Although I am a hunter, I have not fallen to the point of being a free control. I am a very traditional man in this regard, so get off me.

It seems inexplicable to others.

If my good reputation is ruined by you, you won't be able to get back the remaining half of my power. "

The pirate glanced at the translucent character card. The capacity of [Xal'atath's Legacy of the Void] in the divine power slot was only half left. Blake really gave this Void lady "half freedom."

The pirates tried other divine powers, but they were unable to cut. They were either completely restrained or completely released. Only Xal'atath, who has a mysterious origin and has no physical will of the void, can complete such a "high-end operation."

The two groups of divine powers are still connected to each other.

Blake could clearly feel the location of Xal'atath's clone and "draw" it at close range, but this was still risky.

If Xal'atath takes the opportunity to escape, or betrays Deathwing, Black will lose this half of his divine power forever.

The pirates never tried to guess Xal'atath's thoughts, either.

She is a creature of the void, and it is her nature to be fickle.

But he did it anyway.

The nominal reason given was to show his "sincerity" to Xal'atath, but Xal'atath would only believe this if his brain was crazy.

Blake, this evil-minded guy, must be planning to use the poor and innocent Miss Void to make some evil plans of his own.

"Okay, okay. By the standards of the material world, you are really a boring and heartless man, my little master."

Onyxia yawned, left a kiss on the pirate's neck domineeringly, and then let him go with satisfaction.

After getting dressed in a hurry behind him, he rummaged through the storage box in the corner of the carriage, took out a huge grimoire locked in a chain, and handed it to Blake.

"And this, it's the Warlock's Grimoire that Onyxia got from a member of the Shadow Council when she killed him during the Battle of Lordaeron.

Princess Black Dragon thinks it records very interesting magic, and I think you might be interested in it.

What's left are the remains of some adventurers who died at the hands of the black dragon, but most of them were kept by Onyxia in her lair. As the eldest daughter of Lord Davar, she is also qualified to transfer some of the Presto family's property, but the amount is not too much. "

Xal'atath fiddled with his black hair and sat at the dressing table.

She was not satisfied with her hairstyle, so she picked up the comb and planned to style it again, while she was busy reporting Onyxia's financial situation to the pirates.

"You don't have to tell me this. You already know the operating system of the Uncrowned One. After taking over the Presto family, you can just 'invest' regularly."

The pirate sat there and opened the grimoire in his hand and looked at it. The warlock magic in it immediately attracted his attention.

He said:

"We got along well before. I have shown my sincerity to you, my servant, and you should give me kindness in return. Of course, you can also give me malice in return.

You and I both know that you are determined to run away, and I can't stop you. But you can clearly see what happened to everyone who messed with me before.

If you want to experience what it's like to be watched by me, I'd be happy to play a 'hunting game' with you. "

He pointed to his own eyes, then to Onyxia's eyes, and said:

"You know where I am, and I also know where you are. Once we have to draw our swords to kill each other, we will avoid the trouble of chasing."

"Young master, what are you kidding me about? I am loyal to you. As long as you nod, I am willing to warm your bed every night."

Princess Black Dragon combed her hair and said softly:

“How lucky I am to witness the little master leaving his own legend in this world, and to personally participate in it and write a new history.

Let alone running away, I won't leave even if you drive me away.

From the moment you tyrannically snatched me into your heart, I relied on you. "

"Very well, you can leave."

Blake flipped through the grimoire in his hand, waved his hand, and said:

"Stop interrupting my pursuit of knowledge."

"Then, I would like to send you my best wishes, little master."

Onyxia changed her hairstyle to a more mature one. She stood up and straightened her clothes, folded her hands on her abdomen, bowed to Blake, took a few steps back, and walked to the car door.

"Did you forget to give me something?"

The pirate asked in a gentle tone.

As soon as the Black Dragon Princess stopped, the expression on her cold and beautiful face suddenly fell. She curled her lips, turned around and sent something to Blake.

The latter pinched out a perfectly shaped soul stone from his bag, used magic power to hover in the palm of his hand, and absorbed the painful invisible thing bound by the void into it.

"What a shame, she would have been a great 'toy'."

Xal'atath said regretfully.

She said to the pirate:

"The spirit of the little master's ghost ship has reached a level of consciousness that can shape a consciousness in the material world. The reason why it has not formed a complete consciousness projection is probably because it has not found a suitable 'template'.

Perhaps, the little master will like a ship spirit based on Onyxia, or in your words, a 'ship girl'. After all, by the standards of flesh and blood, this female is really attractive. "

"Well, that's a good suggestion."

Blake became interested. He held the vibrating soul stone in his hand and said:

“Does shaping of consciousness require the template soul to be intact?”

"As complete as possible."

Xal'atas chuckled, probably guessing what the pirate wanted to do, she covered her mouth and said:

"After all, my little master doesn't want to see any parts missing from his newborn ship girl, right? And such a vivid dragon soul is definitely a delicacy for the ghost ship.

It will definitely like you more for it. "

"Okay, forget it."

When the pirates heard this, they gave up their plan to crush Onyxia's soul to extract anima.

Although I am very eager to see my warlock profession reach the full level immediately, as a captain, I should not compete with my precious ghost ship for food.

As a warlock, it was miserable enough to fight for dog food with two war pets, but Blake still had to leave some dignity for himself.

"Quack"

As the door of the carriage, which was not surprising on the outside but had a mysterious interior, was closed, amidst the shouts of the fishman who was pretending to be sitting on the coachman's chair, holding the reins and giving random orders, the four-wheeled carriage set off again and disappeared on another road. The entrance to the alley.

In the warm wind of a summer afternoon, Onyxia, wearing a slim black dress, held a cane and let her black hair sway while standing in the shadow of the sun.

She watched the carriage disappear, and then with a completely unladylike movement, she silently jumped up on the spot and waved her fist fiercely.

Use this method to release the joy that has been suppressed in your heart just now.

Free at last!

Although I am only half free, I finally no longer need to endure the pain of being imprisoned in that weird little "compartment", unable to perceive time and space, like being exiled into the endless void.

The submissive disguise that I have been pretending to be has finally taken effect!

The body of this Deathwing vampire is pure and powerful, and has strong adaptability to the power of the void, so she does not have to worry about her power corroding the integrity of her flesh and blood.

I can finally relax for a while.

"Snapped"

At the same moment, the "flesh and flesh cocoon" placed deep in the alley behind Onyxia was pulled outward by a pair of black and red claws with a slight tearing sound, just like a chick breaking its shell. open.

As Xal'atath looked back, the creature made of the flesh and blood of four elite draconians let out its first roar since its birth.

But before he could make a sound, he fell silent obediently under the eyes of the Black Dragon Princess.

It still generally looks like a dragon.

But whether it is the scaly bone plates on the body, the wings and tail on the back, or the dragon claws extending from the upper body, they are all much more ferocious and tyrannical than ordinary elite dragonmen.

"I'll call you 'Blake' from now on."

The Black Dragon Princess touched her chin and gave her new servant a malicious name. She snapped her fingers like a pirate and said:

"Follow me, my servant Black.

Let's go home and take a look around to see if there's anything worth taking away. Alas, seeing him snatching other people's things every day, I was actually influenced by that guy.

What a waste. "

——

"The first batch of orc shelters are currently operating well. After the war, these places have helped us save a lot of money. Although the orc laborers are not very motivated to work due to demon blood, the good thing is that they are large in number and can be used up if they are used up. I don’t feel bad at all.

The purpose of coming to see you this time is to discuss how to split the several large shelters in the Hillsbrad Hills into different places to make up for the losses of various countries during the war. "

In the King's Hall in Lordaeron City, several kings who were invited to watch the ceremony each sat at a huge round table.

The one who was speaking at the head of the table was Terenas Menethil, the King of Lordaeron, and Lothar was sitting opposite him. Next to the old marshal, was the young King of Stormwind Kingdom, Varian Wu. Ryan.

Six kings from the seven human kingdoms came, and Dalaran also sent Archmage Modera as a representative. Only the Kingdom of Alterac was unable to send an envoy due to the current national situation.

The atmosphere in the hall was not as tense as expected.

In fact, the kings of various countries casually whispered to each other, and Dai Lin and Jean even took the initiative to say hello to Lothar. If we don't take into account the current situation in northern Xinjiang, this scene can definitely be called "fun and harmonious".

But everyone here knows that today’s talks are destined not to be that simple.

After King Terenas finished talking about the idea of ​​splitting up the orc shelter, Daelin shrugged and continued to whisper to Varian next to him. It seemed that Varian was asking for advice about naval construction.

This reaction is normal. Kul Tiras and the Kingdom of Stormwind are the only two countries that do not have orc shelters in their countries. This topic has nothing to do with them.

But it is closely related to another country.

"I disagree!"

Genn Greymane said expressionlessly:

“It will cost a lot of money to split and rebuild the shelter.

We in Gilneas provided most of the funds to build the shelter before. Now the national finance has to use part of it to support the reconstruction of the Kingdom of Stormwind. My country and I are already overwhelmed. "

This was a good enough reason, and one that Terenas and his political ally Thoras Trollbane could not fault. But Gene's next words made these two scheming politicians frown.

The Gilnean king seems to have been holding it in his heart for a long time. He did not choose the occasion today and said bluntly:

"When the war ended, there was a proposal to expel the orcs back to Draenor.

The Dark Portal couldn't be opened, and there was nothing we could do, so naturally we wouldn't complain, but Dai Lin said that all the greenskins should be killed and sunk into the sea, and I supported it at the time.

I have no interest in the life and death of the greenskins. My country and people have suffered greatly from these invaders, and the public resentment was boiling when the shelter was built before.

This time I expressed my attitude that the Gilneans are willing to help rebuild the brotherly kingdom, because the warriors of the Kingdom of Stormwind also helped us when we needed help.

We are all human and can talk about anything.

But when it comes to the orcs, I and my people will never pay even one copper coin to these greenskins! We won't keep them anymore. "

At this point, Gene sneered and said:

"And His Majesty Terenas actually doesn't have to worry about the placement of the orcs. My northern lord has just reached a perfect agreement with Narthalas College not long ago.

The ancient elves wanted to build their academy in Tol Barad, and they needed a lot of labor. There happened to be a lot of orcs in Gilneas who only ate and did not work.

I sold them to the elves as slaves, and received tens of thousands of gold coins in return for each ship of greenskins.

This is a real 'good business'.

I recommend promoting both Lordaeron and Stromgarde. "

"Haha, well said!"

Dai Lin clapped her hands across the table and praised:

"Jin, who has always been stubborn, finally became wise. Rather than killing those greenskins and watching them die of exhaustion as slaves in endless labor, it may be more satisfying to let people vent their anger.

This is indeed good business.

If it weren't for the fact that there was no greenskin shelter in Kul Tiras, I would have given it a try. "

"The pirates under Narthalas Academy just had a fight with your fleet."

King Thoras Trollbane of Stromgard looked at Genn with a strange expression and said:

"Are you still doing business with them? You don't have a fever, do you? Gene."

"Elves are elves, and pirates are pirates. A war is a war, and business is a business. These are different concepts, but they must not be confused.

Besides, before, it was just pirates who used the protection of mages to mess around. Now Narthalas Academy has promised not to get involved in the battle between Gilneas and the undead pirates. As long as my fleet is assembled, we can expel those bastards. . "

Gene touched his well-groomed beard and shook it with his finger.

He looked at the others, and after a few seconds, a somewhat impatient Gene said loudly:

"Okay, everyone, don't pretend like nothing happened here. Who here doesn't know the purpose of our coming here today? It's time to talk about Alterac.

And about Marshal Lothar and his sword.

Stop wasting time, stop playing political metaphors, stop using orcs as a cover, everyone is here, just make it clear! "

He glanced at the silent Lothar and asked proactively:

"Marshal, I respect you very much. I will do my best to satisfy any needs you have. If you are willing to move to Gilneas, I can give you the title and territory of a Grand Duke now.

I believe that every king here is willing to do this.

Even Alterac!

As long as you nod, we can now elect you to be the king of Alterac. What you have done is worthy of that crown and the glory it carries. "

After Jean finished speaking, the other kings nodded.

Except for the sullen Varian.

Lothar still had a smile on his face. He didn't seem to find the scene in front of him embarrassing, and he had no intention of falling out with the kings here. It was like a war, now it was just a tactical test.

He did not answer the question immediately, but after a few seconds, he raised his head and asked:

"Jean, you are giving me such generous courtesy, which makes me feel uneasy. I am just an insignificant old soldier. If I want to get all this, what should I do for you?"

Lothar paused. He straightened his back and sat on the chair, just like a warrior should sit. He said:

"Or let me ask this question in a different way, everyone."

"What's the price?"