Shadow Trails in Azeroth

Sarain's stuff is very unmagical.

It should have appeared more than ten years ago, but considering that the Void Elf Ron'dorei has already appeared, it is not a big deal to have another blood-addicted Elf.

It's just that the fantasy biologists in Azeroth have to re-revise their books overnight, and the elves have to worry about the increase in their "genealogy" and the emergence of some inexplicable "relatives".

But what does this have to do with stinky pirates?

In the Necromantic Research Laboratory of Narthalas College, the Sarain vampire girl Aluriel, who was magically imprisoned by Dean Blue Moon, drank an "energy drink" equivalent to the blood content of three Vrykuls in one breath. "Finally regained consciousness.

Her demand for blood shocked the well-informed Black.

He looked at the son of the night before him who was silently wiping his mouth, with his back to him and the dean adjusting his "makeup", and whispered to the dean who was holding a notebook and constantly recording "experimental data":

"I still underestimated the blood craze after the Nightborne's demonic addiction was transformed by death. If every Shal'dorei had such a big appetite after being transformed into Sarlaine, then things would be a bit troublesome.

How about we destroy her now? "

"You're kidding, right?"

Dean Lan Yue asked expressionlessly:

"You want me to destroy a strange and representative experimental material? Or is it before the research is completed? Where is your academic attitude? My disciple.

Has your desire to explore magic and truth fallen to this low level?

How could I, Alya Blue Moon, have such a lazy disciple like you!

It seems that you may need a month of ‘extra tutoring’. "

"Let me just say it. I am just making a pessimistic guess about the future balance of life and death in the Broken Islands."

Black raised his hands in surrender, picked up the dwarf pipe again, and complained to the dean:

"Salayin's blood-sucking desire is linked to the addiction he had before him. Take Sha'dorei for example. The stronger his addiction was during his lifetime, the more blood he will need after transforming into Salayin to satisfy his desire.

In my observation of the future silhouette, the first Sarlaine should have been the Quel'dorei elf who died tragically in the disaster.

Those white-skinned elves also have magic addiction, but they are far less exaggerated than Shadorei.

Dean, just imagine, if Aluriel returns to Suramar, Issalain's unique "First Embrace Heritage" will develop servants vigorously. With this fission-like spread of speed, Elisande will be lost in less than half a year. One-tenth of the people.

That’s nearly 100,000 elves and vampires.”

The pirate changed his mind as he spoke, and dark wisdom came online instantly. He rubbed his chin and said:

"But thinking about it, maybe we should send Sarain back to Suramar now, and let her dig up Elisande's corner like crazy, and convert as many elves as possible.

The ambitious Grand Magister of the province is causing trouble for us everywhere. "

"That's not impossible."

Dean Lanyue nodded and said:

"Allowing Sarain to stir up troubles in Suramar will just attract the attention of the Grand Magister and buy us some time for the large-scale transformation experiment to be carried out in Black Crow Castle.

But a very important question is, is Sarain controllable?

I don’t want to see an uncontrollable werewolf curse spreading, and letting vampire elves ‘contaminate’ other elf samples does us no good. "

"No, Dean, don't worry."

Blake said conclusively:

"Not every elf will be transformed into Sarlayin, only those who are addicted to magic and have a serious addiction to magic. From this point of view, both night elves and void elves are absolutely safe.

The group of spider elves Fal'dorei we raised on the island are also safe. The only ones at risk of 'contamination' are Sha'dorei, Syndra and Quel'dorei.

As for controllable

This is difficult to achieve.

After all, we don’t have a blade of sorrow in our hands that can forcefully control the soul. "

The smelly pirate shrugged and said to Aluriel, who had his back turned to them:

"Hey, turn around, I have something to ask you."

At his urging, Sarain turned around reluctantly.

She looked at Black and Dean Lanyue in front of her with a look of hatred. Her eyes were shining with red blood. Because she satisfied her desire to draw blood, the canine teeth and messy teeth in her mouth were retracted.

She looks no different from the previous Demon Swordsman, except that her originally dark skin has turned a bit paler, and her own swordsman temperament also has some evil and cold feelings mixed into it.

She screamed to the two people in front of her in a very magnetic voice:

"You turned me into a monster!"

"Do you want me to remind you? Madam, you are a monster."

The smelly pirate sneered and said:

"Which normal life would need to drink those disgusting-tasting magic wine every day? We normal people need to eat and drink, but you don't.

You can't live without magic.

How dare you call yourself a normal person like this? So the correct sentence for your complaint should be 'We turned you from one kind of monster to another'. "

After saying that, the stinky pirate comforted him hypocritically:

"But everything has two sides. Think on the bright side, you finally got rid of the damn addiction and realized Sh'dorei's pursuit for thousands of years.

That's always a good thing.

Why don't you kneel down and kowtow to Dean Lan Yue? Is that so rude? "

Oruriel glanced at the several blood vessels in front of him.

She saw the blood stains remaining in the bottles and jars, and when she thought of the beastly posture in which she had just sipped blood, she felt sick and desolate in her heart.

She did kick her addiction to magic.

But he became addicted to another hopelessly evil addiction.

This was not the "rescue" she imagined at all. It was more like falling from a dilapidated shack into a mud pit further below. The desolation was indescribable.

"In fact, there is no need to despair, my dear Mistress Sarain."

Blake coughed and comforted in a gentle tone:

"Salayin's blood-draining addiction will only break out at certain moments. You are undead, and your lack of emotions makes your desires restrained. Drinking blood once can keep you satisfied for a long time.

But like addiction, you need to exercise restraint.

Draining blood makes you stronger.

But once you start indulging your desires, you quickly become the very monster you fear.

This is indeed a new life, and whether you want to admit it or not, becoming a Sarain is not an unacceptable outcome for your hopelessly addicted compatriots. "

The smelly pirate pointed at a "sample" hanging on the wall of the laboratory, then pointed at Aluriel himself, and said:

"Become a wither or become Sarain? If you were given another chance to choose, what would you choose?"

Aluriel was silent.

Dean Lan Yue gave a thumbs up gesture to his disciple.

Sure enough, Blake still had to take action to confuse people's minds. She, a lich who was not good at words and shameless, really couldn't say such things that confuse right and wrong without changing her expression.

Her pride didn't allow her to do this either.

At least he can't be as "flexible" as Blake.

"You mean, I still have to thank you for turning me into this?"

Oruriel stroked his elastic skin and said bitterly:

"How can you be so shameless?"

"Of course you have to thank me, Sarain! You have enough reasons to do so."

Blake blew out a smoke ring with an "I'll reason with you" expression. He spread his hands and said:

"On your ship, I could kill you, but I spared your life; when we returned to Tol Barad, I could let you die, but I gave you a chance to participate in the experiment.

After the experiment is successful, my apprentice Kel'Thuzad wants to destroy you.

But we ended up keeping you.

Look, you owe me three lives.

Anyone with any conscience should thank me for three lives in this situation! This requires at least kowtow, right? But you are a strong person despite your size, so there is no need to kowtow.

I personally don't like to hold others hostage with favors, so we talk as equals.

Come.

First tell us all the information you know about Suramar. "

"I don't want to betray Elisande."

Oruriel said firmly, looking uncooperative.

The pirate turned back and whispered to Dean Blue Moon. The dean nodded. The Holy Staff of Alunes in his hand tapped the ground, and a light of teleportation shrouded Sarain in front of him.

The next second, she was forcibly teleported to the sky outside the academy.

Oruriel was shocked, and then became ecstatic. Are these two guys crazy?

Just send her out without any restraint?

If you don't run now, why wait?

She mobilized the unfamiliar power in her body to escape to the coast. As a result, she screamed and fell from the sky as soon as she jumped out of the shadow of the clouds and was directly hit by the sun.

White smoke ignited on the skin, as if it had been cooked in sulfuric acid.

In just a moment, the skin all over Oruriel's body began to fester and turn to gray.

She hit an unfinished high wall on the ground, screamed, covered her face and rushed into the shadow of the corner. Only then did the burning of her body stop.

She huddled there shivering, looking at the sunlight in the sky with fearful eyes.

Blake didn't need to cage her at all.

For Sarain, the entire world under the light is a prison.

"Buzz"

Dean Lanyue and the stinky pirate walked out of the portal. The pirate hummed a fast-paced pirate song and held a pretentious Nightborne umbrella in his hand.

He looked down at Aluriel who was huddled in the corner, burned by the sun like a hairless monster, and said in a relaxed tone:

"Hey, whose little vampire girl is this and ran away? Didn't your mother teach you that vampires can't stay in the sun? You didn't even grow blood wings and you still want to run away?

Did it hurt just now?

As you have inherited all the Venthyr's weaknesses, I have at least seven ways to make your life worse than death even without using a sword. You may think that as a hardened demon swordsman, you have a strong will, but I advise you to be so blindly confident.

Some things cannot be overcome by your will.

Such as magic addiction, such as sunshine. "

As he spoke, the pirate stretched out his hand, clasped Aluriel's badly burned arm, and dragged her towards the sunshine a few steps away.

Sarain was struggling on the ground, making piercing screams as if he were killing a pig. The so-called elf manners had long been thrown out of the window.

The fear in her eyes swelled, and she no longer wanted to suffer the punishment of being burned by the sun. This thing was much more exciting than the outbreak of magic addiction. The feeling of thousands of arrows piercing the heart was by no means ordinary.

The villainous Dean Lan Yue looked at this scene curiously, and she even had the intention to record something in her experimental notes.

This indifference is extremely consistent with the characteristics of a lich.

Dean Lanyue has changed. Although she tried her best to maintain her previous image, she has undergone irreversible changes from the depths of her soul.

"Say it."

Blake left the shivering Aluriel in the sun, but then put the parasol in her hand into her hand, relying on the shelter of the small parasol to give Aluriel a little breathing space.

The smelly pirate squatted in front of Sarain, stroked her hair that was growing back, and asked:

"My dear friend Ms. Elisande, what are you preparing for recently?"

"She was planning to be crowned, to formally anoint herself with the title of 'Protector and Ruler of the Shal'dorei Citizens and Syndra's Untouchables'.

But a letter from the deep sea made the Grand Magister give up this idea. "

Oruriel hid under the umbrella, lowered his head and said:

"Queen Azshara seems to be demanding the Grand Magister's loyalty again, but Elisande is hesitant. She doesn't want to have anything to do with the queen anymore.

That meant she would give up her power and become an all-out enemy of the Kaldorei.

She could only choose between the Kaldorei and the Queen. "

"Well, politics, politics again! I hate politics, say something else."

Black said:

"Tell me something that interests me."

Oruriel was silent for a few seconds.

Thinking of the few words he heard about the death knight in the laboratory, he raised his head and said:

“The Grand Magister recruited an orc psychic named ‘Talongor’ and gave him a new body. The guy was very good at talking and surrendered to the Grand Magister soon after being captured.

He used his rhetoric and his knowledge to convince Elisande and gave him some power, letting him and Lord Phandos take charge of the affairs of Black Crow Keep.

I was not given the authority to be a part of it.

But I heard from some friends that Taron Gor has begun to form a death knight force for the Grand Magister in Black Crow Castle. "

She said with a sense of hatred:

"Your research has lagged behind. The Grand Magister's Death Knight Legion will soon be established, and Suramar's power will be enhanced."

"Bloodfiend's Death Knight?"

Blake raised his head and "looked" at the dean with his magic eyeballs, while Lan Yue's face was filled with the anger of a researcher.

The dean said coldly:

"This is academic fraud! This is malicious competition! The so-called death knights of Talon Bloodfiend are just warlocks wearing plate armor! They have no right to use this name.

That's just a bunch of low-level researchers!

Their works tarnish the name "Death Knight". They are cheating death, and death will respond to their weakness and lies!

They are contaminating the best research samples with their poor skills and knowledge!

Simply unforgivable! "

Dean Lich was furious.

It is really rare to see such emotions in a lich who lacks emotional fluctuations. The dean scolded him, then turned to look at Black and said sternly:

"Send your people immediately and follow me to the Broken Islands!

I want to take back Black Crow Castle with my own hands before that trash from Taron Gor pollutes Black Crow Castle into a garbage dump full of idiots and defective products! In the name of magical truth and the will to die, I'm going to show Elisande

What is a real death knight? "