Shadow Trails in Azeroth

"This morning a letter was sent from Blackrock Mountain, telling me that there was a conflict between orcs and humans in the Burning Plains and Redridge Mountains. Fortunately, no one died.

I also know that Red Blackhand's move to gather orcs on a large scale in Blackrock Mountain has put a lot of pressure on Stormwind City, but I think it is better not to start the war lightly at the moment.

The Kingdom of Stormwind was almost destroyed, and rebuilding the country was more important than driving out the orcs. "

On the dock of Tol Barad, beside a cargo ship from Wharton Trading Company preparing to go to Booty Bay, Black was bidding farewell to his brother who had just completed the "Master Trial".

He didn't tell Shore much about his plan, he just said it like comfort or complaint:

"As for those greenskins, they will disappear sooner or later, just like magical magic, just like they suddenly appeared in Azeroth, they will suddenly disappear one day.

Don't worry about them at all. "

"Even if you say that, it's hard for me to feel relieved."

Xiao shook his head and complained:

"Those are the orcs, the orcs who almost overthrew the Eastern Kingdom. They are not unintimidating kobolds or murlocs. They gather in large numbers in the Burning Plains and are a substantial threat to the Kingdom of Stormwind.

Although you have been referring to my king as a child, you should know that His Majesty Varian is an excellent ruler and he will not turn a blind eye to this hidden danger.

This is not something I can control.

You have to know that his father died at the hands of orcs, and our country was destroyed once by orcs. In fact, even if the king wanted to shift the center of governance to national construction first, the people would not agree.

Especially over there in the Redridge Mountains.”

The commander of MI7 sighed and said:

"And are you sure you can control those aggressive greenskins? How long has it been since they were stable? They started sending reconnaissance wolf cavalry towards the Redridge Mountains again."

"I'll take care of it."

Black held a dwarf pipe in his mouth, rubbed his chin and thought for a moment, then he said:

"Give me another six months. If you still regard the orcs as the biggest threat by then, then I promise to withdraw and let your child king lead the army to fight the orcs again.

I will never interfere. "

"Six months? Are you sure?"

Shore asked rhetorically.

"Well, if my 'prophecy' is correct, something big will happen within six months."

Blake nodded seriously and said:

"I suggest you also start preparing for war. Don't frown, I'm serious, if I withdraw my power from Blackrock Mountain, it means I give up the green skins.

Without my support, the orcs in Blackstone Mountain will be completely out of food in two months at most.

They can either attack the Dark Iron dwarves of Shadowforge.

Or restart the war.

Don't worry, when the time comes, I will stand firmly on the side of my compatriots and beat up the disobedient green-skinned bastards. If things come to that point, I will secretly support you. "

"I do believe you can do it."

Shore was not surprised by the fact that Blake "accidentally" revealed. He responded to the matter with the calmness that an intelligence chief should have.

Then he carried his suitcase and put on his hat, stepped onto the steps like an ordinary businessman, and waved goodbye to Blake.

A few minutes later, the ship operated by the fox crew slowly left the port. They flew the flags of Wharton Trading Company and Booty Bay on the ship and sailed out of the dock.

A group of drunken pirates were fighting on the pier. In order to grab the drink discount of today's "Tavern Boxing Champion", each of them wanted to knock the person who had just been drinking together to death in the mud.

Blake had no problem with these drunkards.

If they hadn't been so dirty fighting in the mud, maybe senior alcoholic Blake would have had itchy hands to join in, knocking every alcoholic and brawler over.

Speaking of which, it's been a long time since I participated in a bloody tavern brawl.

Otherwise, when should we go to the Black Iron Bar to relax?

"Um?"

Black was about to leave the dock when the magic eyeball on his shoulder caught some specially dressed guys carrying a "corpse" off the Nagfar.

And among a group of stinky pirates who were fighting over drinking, a guy with the temperament of a researcher suddenly appeared. He stood out from the crowd and was as attractive as a bald man suddenly emerging from the crowd.

Let Blake stop and move over there.

At this time, Mr. Kel'Thuzad, a senior researcher from Narthalas College who majored in the necromancy faction, was comforting his kitten. Mr. Bigworth was just startled by the tragic situation of the dying elf in front of him.

It was like a scared little kid, meowing and needing comfort from its big daddy.

But Kel'Thuzad couldn't care less about petting his beloved kitten, because he was also attracted by the strange injury of the elf in front of him.

This elf is obviously a strong man.

Her muscle tissue is very well developed but has not been altered by overtraining. Her blood is full of magic power, and her bones are very well-proportioned. She is almost the most physically fit injured person that the senior researcher has ever seen.

But the skin on her body showed a strange situation of being reborn and difficult to heal after being burned.

Logically speaking, such a strong man's self-healing power is very strong.

Ordinary burns, even injuries that burn away all the skin on the body, will slowly heal after a long period of cultivation, but this black-skinned elf seems to have a fire burning inside his body.

The flame tried to destroy her existence, but her strong desire to survive stimulated her body's constant recovery.

Her body had been in a state of destruction and rebirth for several days, until now she could no longer hold on due to mental exhaustion, so destruction gradually took over.

This elf is being "annihilated."

This is not an exaggeration.

Kel'Thuzad stretched out his fingers and pinched the arm of the dying black-skinned elf in front of him. The burned tissue turned into ash and dissipated as soon as it left the body.

This was something he had never seen in the past thirty years of learning magic.

"Can she?"

Next to Kel'Thuzad, Elisana Ravencrest, who serves as the second "Demonology and Demonic Defense Tutor" at Narthalas College, asked in a tone that was mixed with regret and anxiety.

Kel'Thuzad didn't answer.

He is a rigorous researcher and spellcaster. He will not give any guarantee to others without conducting experiments and supporting data.

He stroked the kitten on his shoulder, stood up straight, dusted off his fingers, and looked at the dying elf being placed on the stretcher in front of him. explain:

"Send her to my laboratory, and I will conduct a preliminary test on her. If her resonance with the power of death can reach a satisfactory level, then I will submit a transformation application to Dean Lanyue.

But you'd better not have too much confidence. "

The indifferent male mage glanced at Elisana, who was wearing a black eye patch but looked delicate and silent overall. His eyes lacked the sense of surprise that a normal man would have when seeing a sickly elf. His eyes were just like looking at a corpse. almost.

He said calmly:

"You are also one of the researchers on the project. The death knight's professional system theory was finalized a month ago, but the nineteen pieces of experimental data collected in this month are very disappointing.

Perhaps our theories are too advanced and the world is not yet ready to face chaos in life and death.

I can't find words to comfort you in any way, and I can't tell you that this elf will get through it. She looks like your friend.

I've lost friends too, and it felt like... well, it hurt like pricking your finger.

This is really a pity. "

Although he said soothing words, the tone of his voice really made people doubt that Mr. Kel'Thuzad was just perfunctory to deal with the interpersonal interactions he hated.

"Hey, what are you talking about?"

Blake's voice suddenly sounded next to the two people.

But it didn't scare the two of them. After seeing him appear, Elisana Ravencrest immediately stood up straight and saluted Black.

Kel'Thuzad, on the other hand, still maintained his cold-faced evil attitude.

He just raised his hand and slapped away Blake's paw who was trying to pet his beloved cat. He didn't want anyone else to touch Mr. Bigglesworth.

This kitten is his lifeblood.

Even if the man in front of him provides him with a position where he can display his true "talent".

But if you are good to me, should I kneel down and lick you?

You gave me the opportunity to realize the value of life, do I allow you to touch my kitten?

Don't even think about it!

Blake wasn't angry either.

He knew better than anyone how dark the guy in front of him was after being cut open. In fact, Lord Kel'Thuzad's current performance was already giving Black face a lot of face.

After all, you didn't just die and wither away from the pirates the moment they met, right?

"Hey, you are already a senior researcher. As expected, gold shines wherever it is. Nathalas College has really found a treasure."

Black glanced at the badge on Kel'Thuzad's chest and said:

"Are you here to select samples for an experimental project?"

"Um."

Kel'Thuzad nodded carefully and pointed to the "corpse" at hand.

And Elisana Ravencase took the initiative to explain:

"Aluriel helped me before. In fact, if it weren't for her, I might have died in the war in Dalaran. Although she was loyal to Elisande, she was not a bad person.

She just blindly pursues power and refuses to admit defeat. "

"I didn't say she was a bad person."

The pirate glanced at the seriously injured elf magic swordsman Aluriel beside him, and said:

"If she hadn't accidentally appeared on that ship and had the bad luck to encounter us testing new weapons, she wouldn't have been so seriously injured.

But it would be feasible to use her as a death knight's experimental subject.

Anyway, judging from the damage caused by the purifying energy in her body, even if you don't take her away, she will end her 'young' life in pain.

In three days at most, she would die.

Save this poor child, or give her a break.

She had been in pain for too long. "

"Um."

Kel'Thuzad nodded and waved his staff gently.

Several silent and tall armored orcs carried the dying Aluriel onto the magic carpet, and then levitated it under the personal control of Kel'Thuzad.

Blake's attention fell on the silent armored orcs, and the pirate asked softly:

"Is that a failed product of the 'Death Knight' research project?"

"They are some of the more successful ones among the failures."

Elisana, who is also a researcher on this project, replied in a low voice:

"Mage Kel'Thuzad personally presided over their 'resurrection'. According to the theory compiled by Dean Blue Moon, we strictly implemented every step. The aura of death filled their corpses and awakened them from silence.

But unfortunately, we only woke up their bodies, and their souls have already gone to another world.

But even so, the combat capabilities of these failures are still comparable to those when they were alive."

"This doesn't work! It's not even close!"

Kel'Thuzad, who was sitting on the magic carpet, suddenly shook his head and said:

"If they only have this kind of combat power, wouldn't it be better to let them continue to live? Why bother like this? The death knight is a hidden profession.

Represents a path of strength.

What we give is the key to power, not simply 'resurrection from the dead'. There are so many ways to achieve this effect, and there is absolutely no need to spend so much time.

You don’t want your father to end up with a weak body after waking up from the long-term chaos, right?

He is the most powerful warrior and lord in the Elf Empire. Even if he is commanding the army of death, he should be one of the most dangerous people in the world. "

Kel'Thuzad's words made the pirate nodded in agreement, and he said to the silent and delicate elf in front of him:

"That guy is so annoying that you can't help but want to beat him, but what he said is right. Either don't do it, or it will be perfect. You should understand this truth."

Elisana nodded.

The reason why she was willing to participate in this "blasphemy of life and death" project was to awaken her father from the pain and give him free choice.

Instead of enslaving him forcefully like Elisande did.

"Do you recognize this sword?"

Blake glanced at the belongings Aluriel had left behind.

He picked up a gorgeous golden magic blade. When the pirate's fingers touched the sword, a burning breath of evil energy came from it.

Making the pirate frown.

He knocked the blade of the sword and asked Elisana in front of him, who had a sad expression on her face and said:

"I know, and I will never forget the scene when my father died by this sword. It was a nightmare that lasted for ten thousand years. Varosen, that bastard who was loyal to Azshara!

It was this cursed sword that he used to assassinate my father. "

"That's really 'memorable'."

Blake chuckled lightly, and the entry for this magic blade was quickly displayed in front of his eyes:

Title: The Legacy of Ravencrest

Quality: Excellence·Epic

Attributes: slightly

Special effects:

1. Works of fine workmanship:

This sharp blade was a weapon that Queen Azshara ordered her palace craftsmen to forge for Varoson, her most loyal and brave guard captain, to reward Varoson for his loyalty and love for the queen.

The meticulous work of the palace craftsmen makes this sword extremely sharp and strong.

2. Blazing Demonic Blade:

In addition to being an elven swordsman, Varosen is also a master of magic. His blade can activate flame coverage and cause fire burns equal to physical damage.

When slashing, it will be accompanied by [Flame Impact], causing a large amount of piercing damage to the enemy and leaving an [Armor-Breaking] effect.

Item description:

Varosen loved Azshara deeply, but he did not dare to do anything against the queen.

He had many dark thoughts in his heart, and even secretly forged magic chains, imagining that he would wrap his chains of love around the Queen every day and pierce his burning sword into the Queen's body.

Unfortunately, Malfurion Stormrage struck the dragon in the back, causing him to fall to the sky forever.

He'll never get that chance.

"Dang, Dang"

The smelly pirate struck the magic blade, and the pleasant sound in his ears made him narrow his eyes. He said to the sad Elisana:

"Actually, Varosen is not 'dead' yet."

"Um?"

The demon hunter's expression instantly turned ferocious, and she asked:

"Where is the murderer?"

"Before the world fell apart, Varosen died at the hands of Malfurion, but you have to know that the big explosion of the Well of Eternity created many ancient ghosts, and they have been wandering in the ruins of Azshara for nearly ten thousand years.

The elves never go anywhere, so it's hard for them to see the true masks of those wraiths. "

Blake handed the magic blade in his hand to Elisana and said:

"But as far as I know, Captain Varoson was also very prosperous after his death. He commanded a group of undead ghosts wandering around the old palace, eager to see his beloved queen again.

But I don't suggest you kill him, that doesn't make any sense.

He needs to suffer 'alive'.

Go ahead and use what you have learned to shape this sword into a runeblade as a gift to your father's resurrection.

He is a warrior and he loves swords.

As for Varoson, you should know that death knights have the ability to restrain spirits. As the former lord of Black Crow Castle, your father needs a squire worthy of his status.

You said that, right? "