Shadow Trails in Azeroth

Chapter 843 174. Elune has opened a new church, and I am the talker - additional update for Huo Zhengting’s good brother [320]

Black's revenge plan went bankrupt before it even began.

He spent most of the night giving the ray of the Moon Night War God's power that he had extracted from Maiev in Ny'alotha back to Maiev through divine power.

Although he failed to revive her, fortunately, his strength was no longer lost.

Maiev's condition has also stabilized.

He was still seriously injured and unconscious, but at least his life was no longer in danger.

Not that the pirate's work was in vain. After he returned the power of the Moon Night God of War to its original owner, new text popped up on the pirate character card:

Lady Elune appreciates your actions. She sees your kindness.

"well"

Blake let out a long sigh.

The pirate with a headache glanced at the career entry of the watchman. The career increase brought by the Moon Night God of War was still there, and the inscription of the mythical career had not disappeared. It finally saved him a little bit of his uncomfortable thoughts.

"I didn't even warm it up when I took it, so I gave it back."

The stinky pirate stood beside his big bed and looked at Maiev lying on it, covered with a luxurious bearskin cloak.

The comatose warden lady is as quiet as Sleeping Beauty.

Her face was pale, and she had a sickly fragility, which was not in line with her resolute temperament as the leader of the Watchers. But at this moment, her long hair, which was always tied into a single ponytail, was spread on the pillow, which gave her a rare feeling. Soft feel.

"Every time I meet you, nothing good happens. Now I regret catching you. Not only did you take my trophies and my money before, but now you even take my bed."

You are truly my nemesis. "

The pirate rubbed his forehead and complained.

He stretched out his hand and hit Ms. Shadowsong on the forehead hard as punishment. She was already so miserable, and even a bastard like a stinky pirate wouldn't be able to do such a thing if he tried to torture her again.

He still has a little bit of a bottom line.

Although it is very flexible, it is still there.

And Maiev Shadowsong is not alone.

He also has a younger brother.

Although he is very low-key, Maiev's brother is a very awesome person, so awesome that even Black dare not look down upon him. That guy almost became the second King of Elf after Azshara.

And the relationship between the siblings is very good, even though they haven't seen each other for almost 10,000 years.

But if the bullying gets too severe and the younger brother is provoked to seek revenge, the pirate will also have a headache.

He has a headache now.

"It's so annoying."

The stinky pirate cursed and said fiercely:

"I really want to throw you into the sea right now and let you fend for yourself!"

After saying that, he angrily turned around and left, slammed the door, told Sephiel to keep an eye on it, and strolled towards the bottom cabin again.

Huh, there's a Watcher prisoner over there.

I can't bully Maiev, so I can't bully you?

After the pirates left, the captain's room was quiet. Sephiel opened the door and took a look, and then exited after confirming that everything was fine.

As the first mate, she was on duty at night.

It has become Sephiel's habit to go up and down the Nagfar to make sure everything is correct.

From this point of view, the first parasaurus is still very competent.

After Sephiel also left, time passed minute by minute. At a certain moment, Maiev, who was lying on the bed, suddenly blinked and sat up from the bed as if nothing was wrong.

She moved her wrist and looked around.

Although he is still weak, he is far from dying. The miserable pirate still dares to call himself a hunter. It is so embarrassing. He has not even mastered the skill of feigning death?

Maiev smiled silently.

She stood up from the bed as quietly as a ghost and looked at the pirate's captain's cabin. On the left was a large row of bookcases filled with various books.

From the basic introduction to magic learned by young mages, to the obscure treatises on the eight schools of magic that only archmages can get started with, from the geography of the Eastern Continent, to the map of Azeroth drawn by the pirates themselves from memory.

Just from the perspective of collecting books, these bookcases are not worth mentioning, but in terms of the efficiency of knowledge acquisition, Black, the pirate, has surpassed most spellcasters.

This can be seen from the small bookcase where he specially stores test papers.

Maiev reached out and opened the small bookcase, took out a stack of test papers and looked at them. From the many mistakes in the first test paper to the perfect scores in the last few, they all represented the other side of Blake, the bastard.

This level of diligence has exceeded that of many Warden veterans. Even among the Sisters of Elune, there are few people who study magic theory in such depth.

Ms. Shadowsong put down the test paper in her hand.

He stepped forward with bare feet and picked up a map of the Broken Islands from the bookcase. When he unfolded it, he saw that the pirates had made a red cross on the city of Suramar on the map.

He also specifically marked the location of the "Shadow Song Family Ancestral Home" in Salas language. He seemed to have thought of setting an ambush in the ancestral home to teach Maiev a lesson.

Seeing this, the warden covered his mouth and chuckled. This stinky pirate really held a grudge.

However, Maiev didn't like the things placed in the exhibition cabinet opposite the bookcase. A whole row of carefully processed skulls were placed there.

There are orcs, humans, and elves, and the strangest thing is a mechanical head.

It looked like it was oozing.

This collecting habit is really incomprehensible.

Ms. Shadowsong shook her head and strolled to Black's desk. She took a look at the vulgar and gorgeous troll-style gold chair. Displeasure flashed in her eyes, but she did not sit on it casually.

She looked carefully and saw that there was a trigger-type magic trap under the pirate's desk, which was difficult to detect.

There is a small wardrobe at the other end of the bed.

There are several sets of clothes that Blake often wears, including the Pirate King suit, Bonescythe armor, Corruptor vestments, Gilnean-style dresses, and Kul Tiras-style noble hunting attire.

What left Maiev speechless the most was that there were two sets of Sephiel's clothes in the cabinet.

Ms. Shadowsong didn't feel angry.

Totally unnecessary.

After all, Sephiel was dead a long time ago, so why argue with a dead person.

After walking around the captain's cabin, Ms. Shadowsong finally saw something on a hook on the wall of the cabin that made her eyes light up. It was an exquisite magic lantern, made of silver crystal and mithril.

More like a craft than a magic item.

She had seen this lamp ten thousand years ago.

Maiev touched the lamp, which ignited dimly when she touched it, making her smile knowingly, then stretched and lay back on the bed.

She was also very tired.

I hope I can have a good sleep tonight.

——

In the lower cabin, Blake sat on a glove box.

Behind him, the little fish man packed up the sundries scattered from his luggage. His underwater beasts were spitting bubbles in the pool. The big owl stood on the wooden pole of the cabin, staring at Blake with big eyes as he woke up the unconscious man. The Fallen Watcher.

The ugly dragon Shadwock, who was squatting aside and eating sea fish, wanted to shout at the top of his lungs, but he was afraid of Blake, so he could only keep his mouth shut.

Black held the dwarf pipe in his mouth, stretched out his finger, and touched the forehead of the unconscious Sera Moonguard in front of him.

The watchman's owl helmet has been taken off, revealing a standard oval face of an elf girl.

Well, it's not ugly, there's nothing ugly about elves.

However, Sera is a real night elf, so her skin is not as fair as Maiev. It is a dark purple full of mystery, and is decorated with a crescent moon ring on her forehead.

There are blue war lines on his face.

Tattoos are a custom practiced by many races in Azeroth, but the night elves' facial tattoos are unique. In their culture, different facial tattoos represent different meanings.

For example, after the Moon Priests complete the long "internship period" and become regular members, they will get tattoos on themselves during the Moon God Ceremony, which is equivalent to a kind of oath of faith.

Ordinary elves also have the custom of facial markings, not to mention the Watchers. Although they fight fiercely and are good at cutting people with knives, they are indeed members of the belief system.

There is no problem at all in calling them "Battle Priests" or "Battle Sisters".

Unfortunately, the pirate didn't do much research on the facial patterns of elves. He couldn't understand what Sera's facial patterns meant. However, the Watchers were very similar to the Demon Hunters, and most of them had bitter and resentful backgrounds.

So it should be related to revenge, salvation and protection.

"wake up."

Blake pointed his finger on Sera's forehead and said casually in the ancient divine language. A ray of void power belonging to Xalatath was recalled by Blake.

Soon, the unconscious Sera Moon Guard opened her eyes.

It was a pair of chaotic and dark crazy eyes that wanted to choose and devour anyone. The moment she woke up, Sera howled and stretched out her hand to strangle Blake's neck.

N'Zoth's depraved voice was still murmuring in his mouth.

"Snapped"

A precise slap hit Sera on the face.

The impact of Xal'atath's void divine power went straight into the Moon Guard's thoughts. Just like when Blake dealt with the crazy Nat Pagle, the Moon Guard slapped him and stood there with his face covered.

"Are you awake?"

Blake blew out a smoke ring and asked.

Yue Wei stood there silently, with an expression like "Smelly pirate love me again".

"Well, it looks like he's not awake yet."

The pirate spoke in a long voice and waved his palm again. The Moon Guard suddenly shrank back. Although there was still a light of chaos in his eyes, at least he was quiet.

"very good."

Blake nodded with satisfaction and asked:

"Can you still hear voices or see visions?"

"Um."

Sera Moonguard had never met Black. Even when Watch Island was plundered, she was leading people to attack the Children of the Night and had never met the pirates.

Her mind is also very confused now. Many memories seem to have been cut into pieces and sewn back together again. She cannot think at all, and her head hurts when she thinks about it.

The expression was dull.

But Blake's slap just now proved that the pirate could "heal" her, and the watcher's survival instinct made her immediately grab this straw that was the last straw for the drowning person.

Faced with Blake's inquiry, she answered honestly with a mute voice:

"I can hear the God of Darkness whispering to me all the time, calling me back to the warm void. When I open my eyes, I can see a world corrupted by eyeballs and tentacles, and everything is a gift of darkness.

They tempt me to accept them.

They are everywhere. "

"Oh, your condition is very serious."

The stinky pirate blew out another smoke ring, moved his fingers, and said to Moon Guard, who was still in an abnormal state in front of him:

"I now have two treatment options, one is slower but not painful, and the other is very effective but you will probably suffer a little bit. You choose."

"I want to recover, I'm not afraid of pain!"

Moon Guard held his head and screamed:

"Shut them up! Please, tell them to stop talking."

"Very good, you are more cooperative than my other patient."

Blake grinned, lifted Sera's chin with his left hand, looked into her eyes, spread the five fingers of his right hand, and the void power belonging to Xalatath turned into tendrils of mental whipping in his palm.

He said to Serra:

"Bear with me, good boy."

"Um."

The strong Watcher adjutant was like a helpless child at this moment, with pleading eyes. She really didn't want to sink into the void cage of the Corruptor anymore.

The mental torture of the past period of time has exceeded the limit of Sela Moonguard's endurance.

It was not that she could not endure the painful torture, but facing the void and facing the terror of the ancient gods, it was not just a strong will that could exempt her from resistance.

Countless people have tried, countless people have failed.

This is a one-way game with no return, but there is no such thing as a refund if you don't play in the middle. For Sera Moon Guard, she has already felt that her spiritual world is collapsing and reorganizing into something darker.

She foresaw her own miserable future.

She didn't want to become a victim of the Ancient God's conspiracy, so she had to grasp this life-saving straw in front of her.

"You can't go back to Watch Island anymore."

Blake smiled and said to Ms. Moon Guard:

"Although your heart still belongs to Elune, your soul has been infected with the poison of the void. Your companions may be able to accept you, but for the sake of their lives, I think you should stay as far away from them as possible.

But you don’t have to worry about having nowhere to go. "

The pirate slowly pressed the tumbling tendrils of void in his right hand to Sera Moon Guard's forehead, and said:

“I’ll offer you a job.

I will help you remove N'Zoth's mark of corruption, and I will bring you back from hell so that you can continue to serve Elune and continue to dedicate your loyalty to the Moon Goddess.

I won't stand in the way of this.

But from now on, you must complete the work I asked you to do before you can do your own thing and find your own life. Do you agree? "

"I promise!"

The Moon Guard was like a fish out of the sea, about to die of thirst. Her chin was constantly trembling in Black's hands. The echoes of N'Zoth's corruption were returning with a vengeance.

Her eyes became chaotic and bloodthirsty in confusion.

Her will is like a small boat sailing in the stormy waves of the sea. The boat may be destroyed at any time.

In the last moment of consciousness, she grabbed Blake's left wrist with both hands and screamed:

"Help me, Elune, please help me."

"Very good, you have a discerning eye. You can tell at a glance that I am the person who is being paid attention to by the goddess Elune. With your knowledge, I can't just die without saving you."

The stinky pirate laughed and put his right hand close to Sera Moon Guard's forehead.

The next moment, amid Moon Guard's earth-shattering screams, he whispered:

"Welcome aboard, Ms. Moon Guard."