Shadow Trails in Azeroth

"It's so fun to fry fish. The gunpowder is thrown into the lake, and then the ears are covered. With a bang, many, many fish can be harvested. I always thought that I could never compare to that nagging Nat in fishing all my life. ·Pug.

But now I have found a new way to fish! "

On the dwarf goat cart heading from Thelsama to the Dun Morogh Snow Mountains, Little Star was holding a dwarf gunpowder stick with a happy face, rubbing the thing against her face.

She raised the thing triumphantly and declared:

“Backward things like fishing rods have been eliminated. From now on, this thing will dominate the fishing world. I will also become an excellent ‘fishing master’ after I go back this time.

Nat Pagle will bow down to my amazing fishing skills!

Hey, I'm so excited, why don't you give me some reaction? "

Princess Blue Dragon looked at the group of companions who were looking at each other in the carriage of the goat cart, and suddenly said with her hands on her hips dissatisfied:

"Am I wrong?"

“People who fry fish dare to call themselves anglers?”

Blake held his study notes and reviewed his homework while saying without raising his head:

“Be careful if Rende will cause trouble for you!

I heard that those cancers have spread from Gilneas to other places. They have recruited a group of unknown bastards to cheer for them, and they have the momentum to seize the fringe parishes of the Church of Holy Light.

If they see you using gunpowder to fry fish, those lunatics will definitely stuff gunpowder into your mouth and set it on fire. "

"They dare!"

Little Xingxing said with a cold eyebrow:

"A mere druid, how dare you interfere with our dragon's affairs? Give them face! If you dare to come over and chatter, I'll send Sai Anne to eat them in one bite!"

"I never eat people"

Sai Anigosa whispered aggrievedly:

"I've been eating vegetarian lately."

"Okay, don't go crazy."

Little Xingxing wanted to say more, but Fenner, who was wearing an explorer's hunting attire, pulled her to sit on the rickety goat car seat. Fenner, who had been recuperating in Selsama these days, looked amazingly good.

He was holding his beloved Ashbringer and looking at the cave at the North Gate Sentry at the end of the Valley of the Kings in the distance.

She leaned against the car in a very leisurely manner, holding a grass stem in her mouth, and said in a pleasant tone:

"When I get to Ironforge, I will be able to get my Elven Divine Sword. Then I can start learning the 'Titan's Grip'. I will be one step closer to becoming the name of the great ghost wolf throughout the world."

"Hey, I won't go to the dwarf city, it's too noisy."

Little Xingxing raised her head and said with a lack of interest:

"I'm going to go to the dwarf city in the mountains with Sianni to add some weapons to my 'Star Throne' and install a heated massage cushion or something.

I will not leave with you. After we are done with Gnomeregan, Seani and I will go directly back to Tol Barad.

The dean wrote to me yesterday.

She said that the new semester was about to start, but there were not enough tutors, so she wanted to give me the title of 'assistant tutor'. From now on, in addition to happily being a pirate, I would also have to teach students. "

"Well, whatever you want."

Blake said without raising his head:

"Anyway, I have done all the important things that need to be done recently, and there is nothing important that requires you to go out together. However, I am going to Kalimdor in more than a month. If you can ask for leave by then,"

"I'm going, I'm definitely going."

Little Star said with shining eyes:

"I heard that there are many interesting places in Kalimdor, but I haven't been to them yet."

"Kalimdor? The Troll Sword Sussas?"

Fenner also looked at Blake with bright eyes. The pirate shrugged and said:

"They will all be there, don't worry, we may have to walk around the continent of Kalimdor there, just in time to collect the most complete map for fieldwork for the "Geography of Azeroth" to be published by Narthalas Academy. .

This is a matter of knowledge, and the dean should not stop it.

It would be better if we could get more funding. "

"But why did it take more than a month to set off?"

Fenna frowned and complained, but Little Xingxing reached out and struck her on the head. The blue dragon said loudly:

"Are you stupid? Black is going to the Broken Islands to complete his wilderness trial. When he comes back, he will probably be a veritable 'Legendary Pirate'.

Well, my human servants are really awesome, this story must be recorded in my diary. "

"Promoting to a legend is a big deal."

Fenner nodded, looked at Blake again, and said:

"Ahem, as a legendary senior, I always want to help the underachievers, so do you need me to give you some advice? Brother stinky?"

"I thank you for your kindness, sister idiot."

Blake's magic eyeballs hovered over the notes in his hand, reviewing knowledge points as if scanning, while saying without raising his head:

"But I don't think I need your advice very much. I don't mean anything else, and I don't mean to look down on you. It's just that I don't need it."

"you"

Fenna was so angry that she frowned and clenched her fists, wanting to punch the increasingly annoying pirate. But after thinking about Blake's situation, she felt as discouraged as a deflated balloon.

Indeed, in Blake's situation, no legend would be able to give him any good advice.

Even Grom Hellscream, the most powerful warrior Fenner had ever seen, only had two legendary powers.

If the Stinky Pirate counts the Black Moon inheritance of three ordinary professions and the legendary profession Warden, once he is promoted to legend, he will instantly gain the power of four legends.

That's it, not counting the pirate's long-pending mythical career.

The most exaggerated thing is that pirates now have two clues to the mythical profession that are out of reach for most legendaries.

In addition to the inheritance clues of Loa God and Moon Night War God, if Black is willing to lower his head and run to say soft words to the old lich Merry with whom he is so close that he wears the same pants, there will be inheritance clues of the Guardian of Tirisfal. It’s also within easy reach.

Damn it!

The more I think about it, the more frightening it becomes, and the more I think about it, the more uncomfortable it becomes.

Why is this bad pirate so lucky?

"You told me about your career plan before, but I have been curious about a question."

Fenna rubbed her forehead and asked sadly:

"You have your own understanding of power, and you use strange methods to differentiate between occupations.

You call the Warden a legendary career. I can understand this, because the starting point of the Warden's power is indeed much higher than that of most career paths.

But can your three 'ordinary professions' be further promoted after gathering the power of legend?

What I mean is, will your final form have four ‘legendary professions’ added to it? "

"Well, you asked me about this."

Blake paused his review. He rubbed his chin and looked at the translucent character card in front of him in deep thought. After a few seconds, he said uncertainly:

“I’m not sure, but it’s not impossible.

After all, the career paths of assassins, warlocks, and hunters all have their own orthodox power advancements. If ordinary people can turn things into something magical, then so can I.

But four legendary professions or something is a bit too exaggerated.

It's a bit too exaggerated even for me. "

"That's pretty much it."

Fenner breathed a sigh of relief.

At present, Black has not yet reached the realm of legend and is already strong enough to defeat most legendaries. If he really gains deeper advanced power, I am afraid that the "prophecy" of Windrunner's mother will really come true.

That is to say, once Black enters the legend, he will immediately enter the "ranking of the most dangerous people in Azeroth". If there are some adventures or something, it is not an exaggeration to call him "the strongest among demigods" .

Those who have laid a solid foundation and are favored by fate can indeed do whatever they want.

Seeing Black's current state, Finna regretted that she had been promoted too quickly in Kul Tiras. Maybe she should have tried to take the "reunion" path in the first place.

But now that the work is done and the legendary power has been gathered, we can't break it up and start over again, right?

That way people would be useless.

Little Xingxing and Seianni don't care about this.

They are giant dragons, and their strength advancement is different from that of mortals. To be more precise, their strength growth depends on talent and age. Hard training is indeed useful, but it is not the decisive factor.

The dragons are the most respectable group of guys in the world.

Little Xingxing has been traveling all day long, gaining experience with the big brother Blake, and has not practiced well. The current magical power has also made it difficult for Sai Anne, who studies hard every day.

This is the benefit of having a good father and grandfather.

Little Xingxing's grandfather, Senegos, had eaten all the hardships Little Xingxing needed to endure in his life when he followed the Spellweavers to fight Galakrond.

In this way, with a silent and studious man getting along with three young and beautiful girls, in the early morning of the next day, the rented goat cart finally entered the Dun Morogh Snow Mountains.

Even though they are only separated by a mountain, Ironforge, the main city of the dwarves, and the beautiful Loch Modan region are completely two extremes.

The snowy Khaz Modan seems to have completely recovered from the aftermath of the Orc War. Along the way, Blake and others saw many dwarf mountain rangers in green cloaks carrying giant bears, wild boars and other war beasts in the snow. On patrol.

They also saw the scene of dwarf mortar operators training in the valley. The sound of exploding shells fired by dwarf-style firearms opened Little Star's eyes.

She vowed that with the destructive power of the mortar, the unsuspecting blue dragon could be shot down from the sky. After all, the wings of delicate blue dragons are notoriously small and fragile among giant dragons, and are completely incomparable to other giant dragons.

Blake fully agreed with this statement.

Everyone knows and laughs at the legend of the Blue Dragon Crash King.

"We are going to Gnomeregan. You two, be careful in the dwarf city. I heard that Ironforge is full of a group of violent drunkards. Be careful that they beat you up."

On the goat cart, Little Star waved his whip and shouted to the pirates and Fenner who got off the cart in the dwarf town of Karanos near Ironforge:

"If the dwarves bully you, just say that you are the servants of the blue dragon, and I will protect you. Let's go home and see you again! Fenna, take care of the senior, let him drink less, and be careful not to die of drunkenness among the dwarves. In the tavern.”

Amidst Little Star's joyful cheers, the two goats pulling the cart were whipped by her and they galloped quickly across the snow. They swept up the wind and snow and disappeared on the snow-covered road outside the town.

Blake shook his head, stretched out his hand to pull up his black hood, and said to Fenner who was looking around:

"The quality of local firearms is very good. Would you like to choose two for you?"

"Just do it if you have something to do, don't be so hypocritical."

Fenna glared at him and said boldly:

"Go ahead and play by yourself. I'll take a look around here and repair the armor you brought me back. Damn it, that thing is in tatters and I have to pay for it myself.

What is your vision? "

"Don't be ignorant of the goods."

Blake said with a straight face:

"That's a finely crafted plate armor called 'Wrath', a killing art created by the elemental blacksmiths of Draenor for the war chiefs. You think it's shabby, but I think it's rare.

If you don't want it, give it back to me.

I took it to the dwarves and sold it, and I could get at least tens of thousands of gold coins.

Okay, don't be so straight-faced. "

The pirate raised his hand with a smile, turning the corners of Fenner's pouty lips into a smile.

He said as if comforting a child:

"I have some rumors. It is said that the Holy Light Church is summoning blacksmiths to change the armor of the great knights of the Knights of the Silver Hand. When they make new plate armor, I will find a way to get you a set."

"That's pretty much it."

Fenner slapped Blake's hand away and said:

"I'll just make do with it, and you can go and do your work. I know you must have something important to do when you come to Ironforge and I can't help, but I won't hold you back.

Just call me if you need help. Don't be embarrassed. You are my brother and it is my responsibility to protect you. "

"If we weren't siblings, just your words would have moved me to tears."

Blake chuckled lightly, waved to Fenner, took a few steps back, and disappeared into the cold afternoon of Kalanos as the wind and snow rolled up.

The stupid warrior shrugged. She didn't care about Blake's true and false expressions of true feelings. She turned around and whistled, carrying the Ashbringer wrapped in sword cloth, and swaggered towards the dwarf blacksmith shop not far away.

A few minutes later, outside the town of Karanos, in a snow forest cave under a large snow slope, Black found Valeela Sangunar, who had been waiting here for a long time, and representatives of the Thorium Brotherhood, Black The iron dwarf Hansel Heavyfist.

When he walked into this hidden cave occupied by snow monsters, he saw Valeera wearing bone sickle armor sitting by the campfire, polishing her daggers and daggers.

Beside her, a black iron dwarf wearing red armor was drinking wine.

"Are you ready?"

Blake appeared openly in front of the two of them. He spread his arms and said:

"Three hundred years after the War of the Three Hammers, you were the first Dark Iron Dwarf to enter Bronzebeard's territory. Your name will definitely go down in history."

"Yes, the future history will describe in detail how I was hacked to death by the angry Bronzebeard drunkards at the gate of Ironforge, to warn every Dark Iron child that the Bronzebeard dwarves are a group of two-faced people. brute!"

Hansel Heavy Fist complained unhappily:

“When I was sent here by the big blacksmith, I thought he was drunk.

But when I got here, I realized that I hadn't drank enough. The world was too crazy. I had to drink a little more and get drunk enough to accept the changes in the world. "

"What are you complaining about? You are just like a girl."

Blake mastered the skills of communicating with dwarves, and he cursed rudely:

"You can come if you are told. I still have some respect among the Bronzebeard dwarves, and I will never let you die. But if you can't control your mouth, I won't guarantee that you will be missing arms or legs."

After speaking, he looked at his disciples and asked:

"Have you brought anything?"

"Um."

Valeera nodded silently, took out a specially decorated treasure box from her bag, and opened it facing Black. Inside were two war hammers with square heads and square heads.

There is also a letter from the Great Blacksmith of the Thorium Brotherhood to the Bronzebeard Dwarf King.

A smile appeared on the corner of the pirate's mouth. He stroked the two warhammers in front of him and said:

"They all say that I spread hatred and provoke conflicts. I will show them today that I can also be a messenger of peace. Maybe in the future, the dwarves who are finally united will erect a statue for me in front of Ironforge. Woolen cloth."