Shadow Trails in Azeroth

"This thing is so ugly."

In the hall of the Black Crow Castle underground cemetery, Blake looked at the dead creation in front of him and expressed his most heartfelt emotion.

Xal'atas beside him nodded with deep understanding and said:

“It does not have the decent appearance of the majesty of death. From this point of view, it can be seen that Tarongor’s understanding of the power of death is still very superficial.

He couldn't even express that kind of 'beauty' in his creations. "

"beautiful?"

The pirate shrugged and asked:

"What kind of beauty?"

"The beauty of withering, the beauty of fairness, the beauty of indifference, the beauty of strength"

Xal'atath shook his head and said:

"Death is the fairest force known in the material world and the world of will, the incomparably hot holy light, or the pursuit of balanced nature, or even the omnipotent void.

As long as the concept of life exists, there will be a day when we are visited by death.

It doesn't care whether you are great or humble, or whether you do something glorious or mediocre.

This is the only gift or punishment it can give you.

All existence will wither, and after all things come to an end, only death will give you a farewell and welcome piece on the stage where you have existed.

Even void creatures like us still respect death.

Not just respect for that power, but also for the justice that it never tilted.

But unfortunately, I can't see that kind of beauty at all in this ugly creature that only cares about accumulating power.

Tarongor really needs to be taught a lesson.

He desecrated death. "

The pirate nodded and looked silently at the thing in front of him.

It was a huge aberration composed of various skulls and spines.

It was roughly entangled with the dark green death aura, with pale bone spurs extending out like a spider, and it had three particularly large heads composed of pale skulls.

There is also a pair of claws made of spines.

Its ferocious weapons have been thrown aside, and the four death knights of the Black Crow Chapter are surrounding this creature that has no self-awareness and is just a crude mixture of many vengeful spirits.

It does have a daunting feel to it.

But that fear comes more from its bad appearance and scary roar.

As Xalatath said, when people first see it, they feel ferocity rather than majesty. This death creation has failed in every sense.

"do you know?"

Blake looked at the bound death monster in front of him with his hands on his hips, and he whispered:

"It would make it easier for me to accept you if you kept talking like you just did. It would make you seem a little bit out of this world."

"Well, it turns out that the little master likes this kind of tone."

Xalatas covered his mouth and chuckled:

"Is it the blasphemous and dark and ugly thoughts that men generally have? It's like personally guiding a pure priestess to fall into desire.

Not just for those few seconds of pleasure, but also for those evil thoughts that destroy beauty, which can make men's hearts feel evil pleasure more than simply releasing their animal desires.

I understand, you should have told me earlier. I will work hard in the future, little master.

But now, it's time for you to head to the upper levels of the castle for the ceremony that welcomes Lord Ravencrest back from the dead. "

"Um."

The pirate nodded, turned and left. After taking a few steps, he said to Xal'atath:

"Bring this ugly thing to the Nagfar. Its power is meaningless to us, but these forcibly mixed spirits can be used as snacks for my little baby."

"Of course, I will take charge of this myself."

Xalatath was exactly what she said. He seemed to be a different person in an instant. He leaned forward slightly with an extremely ladylike manner, and even his voice became much lighter.

Coupled with the black robe she is wearing now, she really feels like a sincere nun.

The smelly pirate walked into the darkness and finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Xal'atath's harassment in recent days has really made him a little bit overwhelmed. Maybe this kind of guidance can make him feel more relaxed, but he can be sure that this little trick will not fool Xal'atath for long.

Or maybe, in fact, I have never been cheated.

Miss Void Essence just pretended to be fooled and was joking with him, and then took advantage of Blake to relax his vigilance to take advantage of him.

After all, she has learned enough experience from Maiev's "successful cases", and all she is waiting for is the next time the pirate is swallowed up by the beast.

Judging from his performance last time, Black really has no confidence at all whether he can withstand Xal'atas' "attack".

Sure enough, everything has two sides.

Stepping onto the stairs of Ravencrest Castle, the pirate quietly sensed his own death prophecy beacon while drinking. He quickly sensed the location information of the stinky woman.

She was still on Watch Island, and she didn't know what she was planning.

Are you taking a rest?

With this thought in mind, the pirates moved forward in the gloomy castle corridor. This place had not been rested for ten thousand years. It looked intact on the outside, but many rooms inside had collapsed.

The corners of the castle are covered with spider webs, and some very troublesome things breed in some hidden rooms. The castle is filled with a gloomy feeling by being infested with the breath of resentful spirits all the year round.

A normal person would probably go crazy within seven days if he lived here.

But as a base for death knights, this place is perfect.

Black didn't even need to prepare horses for the Black Crow Knights. There is a large animal pen in Black Crow Castle, which houses the night saber mounts of the elves.

There is also the hippogryph that comes standard during aerial combat.

Ten thousand years later, those loyal beasts also returned from death together with their masters.

The best thing is that death has not weakened their wildness, but has given them more dangerous powers.

The pirate walked up to the upper level of the castle. From the lookout window, he saw the Black Crow Knights riding ghost hippogryphs cruising high in the sky. This reminded him of the sky where he was recovering from his injuries in Tol Barad.

I really don’t know if that poor little guy has regained his consciousness.

Manager Exotus had better move quickly. If it is not ready for the Flame Rebirth Ceremony when Black returns, the pirates will definitely be very unhappy.

"Kakaka"

In front of Black, the dusty door of the Lord's Hall of Black Crow Castle was slowly pushed open.

This place is quite well preserved, and you can still see the Ravencrest family crest hanging on the wall, as well as some decorative weapons that have been dusty for a long time.

In the center of the hall is a seat similar to a throne. In front of the "throne" at this time, several death knights of the Ravencrest family were carrying a heavy sarcophagus and placed it on the magic circle in the center of the hall.

Elisana Ravencrest was a little nervous. She looked at the sarcophagus carved into a sword-wielding warrior in front of her, and recalled the shameful assassination she witnessed ten thousand years ago.

His father had just completed the deployment and deployment of the war against the Demon Alliance in this hall, but when he walked out of the castle, he was assassinated by Varoson, the Queen's guard chief.

I was here at the time and saw the whole process of the assassination.

Even though 10,000 years have passed, that scene still appears in every midnight nightmare. Even though she is no longer the simple noble lady she was back then, she still cannot save her father across time.

There is an inner demon within her that provides her with strength.

But the inner demon in her heart is much deeper than the howling demon, so she is never afraid of any demon.

Elisana's tribe, the Ravencrests who had been resurrected as death knights, seemed to feel the pain in the hearts of their only remaining tribe.

They gathered together, men and women standing beside Elisana, as if this could give the daughter of Ravencrest more comfort and courage.

However, the ruthless Lich obviously doesn't care about these tender moments.

Dean Lanyue had already heard about the Deathwing Dragon's nest from the pirates. She was very interested in the World Destroyer's lair and planned to go to High Mountain to see it for herself after the resurrection.

Maybe she can find some details that have been forgotten by history, or find some power that is beneficial to fighting the Destroyer.

After all, his disciples had only driven back Deathwing once before, and the World Destroyer was recovering from his injuries, but it would eventually return to the world, and by then, everything related to Black would become the target of the World Destroyer's revenge.

Dean Lanyue must prepare in advance.

"clang"

The Holy Staff of Alunes was pointed by the dean at the edge of the magic circle on the ground.

As a master of death knowledge and a lich with a mysterious connection to the Shadow Realm, she does not need this castle full of cold atmosphere to provide her with additional power.

As the pirates watched, a large amount of pure death aura was transmitted along the holy staff to the lines of the resurrection circle, and the green mist-like aura quickly filled the entire circle.

They surged like a tide, pouring into the sarcophagus under the control of the dean.

The process is not complicated.

The difficult part is how to induce the aura of death. The resurrection of the dead is only a manifestation of the origin of the power of death. All it takes is the aura of death to be poured into the corpse, and the soul of the dead can be awakened again.

The premise is that this corpse has a soul that can be awakened, otherwise it will only be born a brainless walking corpse.

The pirates also knew that the aura of death had another name, called "The Power of Dominance."

It was a secret of the undead world in the Shadow Realm. It was born in the war master of Maldraxxus, but was carried forward by the warden Zoval who was exiled in the Maw.

Everyone fell silent at this moment.

The ceremony had begun, and the focus of deciding whether Lord Culotas Ravencrest could be resurrected shifted to himself.

Although judging from the situation in Black Crow Castle, Lord Ravencrest's soul should be like other soldiers and cannot be released after death and cannot go to the Shadow Realm, but no one can guarantee this kind of thing.

What if the lord really went over to enjoy a new life?

The only one present was the stinky pirate who leisurely took out a bottle of wine and unscrewed the cap. He was the only one who knew the truth. Lord Ravencrest didn't go anywhere.

He is here.

That's a veteran.

He won't go anywhere until he sees his war end with his own eyes.

Just when the pirate took his third sip of wine, the quiet sarcophagus suddenly moved. Under the wide-eyed gazes of everyone except Elisana and Maris, the sarcophagus suddenly shook.

"He's still here!"

Elisana cheered in surprise.

The next moment, the front of the sarcophagus, which was carved into a sword-wielding warrior, shattered with a bang, like a stone tablet shattered by a punch.

With the gravel flying everywhere, Dean Lanyue used an elegant teleportation to send himself to the side of his disciple, while Black whipped out Salamani and swung it continuously, breaking up the incoming stones and knocking them down.

The aura of death accumulated from thousands of years of dead silence is extremely strong, but there is no unpleasant rancid smell. The upper elves have their own set of corpse collecting techniques, which can completely ensure that the corpse does not rot.

"boom"

Amidst the low noise, the left hand with the black gauntlet suddenly grabbed the edge of the sarcophagus, and then a tall figure stood up suddenly.

He was also wearing the combat armor used by the Black Crow Knights. The black armor paired with his figure, which was definitely considered a sturdy figure among elves, brought a strong oppressive force to people.

Unfortunately, after his death, the anger had left him, leaving him unable to activate the power of anger.

But even so, when Lord Culotas Ravencase opened his gray-white eyes and glanced around, the Ravencases in the hall still knelt down on one knee.

The death knights guarding outside also showed their loyalty.

Only the stinky pirate master and apprentice, and Elisana stood there.

The three of them deservedly received the attention of the resurrected lord.

"Alya?"

The Lord, who had just returned from death, seemed to be a little unclear. His mind was still stuck on the moment of his death. He looked around for weapons while looking at Dean Lan Yue in confusion.

He asked in pure ancient Sarasi:

"You have disappeared in the tragedy of Azsuna, and I sent people to find you. How could you...wait, my voice...I...I am dead?"

"You are dead, very dead, but the dean and us woke you up from death again."

Blake spoke straight to the point:

"We need you, Lord Ravencrest, this world needs you. The demons are back again, and after ten thousand years, they once again set their sights of destruction on the poor world of Azeroth.

The immature civilization of this era has no idea of ​​what the demons can do. They need someone to remind them, and even more, someone to lead them.

Otherwise they can easily be frightened by demons. "

"You, who are you? What are you?"

When Lord Culotas heard the word devil, he clenched his fists instantly. He looked at Black, as if he was wondering about Black's race, but then he was relieved when he saw the pirate's pointed ears.

This is also an elf.

Although I don’t know what race they are mixed with, as long as they are elves, they are compatriots.

"Tell me carefully about the devil, soldier!"

Lord Ravencrest now clearly felt his own changes and the changes in the outside world, but compared to these, he was more concerned about the news of the demon's attack. He said in a commanding tone:

"Now that they are coming back, we must be ready. Where are my generals? Where are my soldiers? You. Your eyes, your face Elisana?

My treasure! ! ! "

"Father!"

The trembling Elisana stepped forward at her father's call. She was blinded when she became a demon hunter. She could no longer shed tears or look at her father with her own eyes.

But she still took a step forward with a cry in her eyes and leaned towards her father.

She wanted to tell her story over the years, but Lord Ravencrest was the first to hug his relatives.

He patted her shoulder and said in an emotional tone:

"No need to say it, my daughter.

I feel the aura of a warrior from your body. I don’t know how you became like this when you were once so delicate, but I know that it must be very hard.

I failed to protect you. "

The brave demon hunter curled up in her father's arms. She shook her head but could not say anything.

Black curled his lips, stepped forward without a look, took the rune sword specially prepared for Lord Ravencrest from Marius Demonic Disaster, and held it up with both hands.

Stinky Pirate said:

"This is your weapon, Lord.

Maybe you can choose another time to have a long talk with your daughter, but given the current situation, I think you need to 'make up for the lessons' first.

After all, the Elf Empire is over. Now, 10,000 years later, it is completely different from your original era. Those who have left cannot be retained, and what is lost is destined to be recalled.

The advantages that I once had are no longer there, and the problems in front of me are full of problems.

I know it's cruel, but you have to start from scratch.

Anyway, welcome back to the battlefield.

veteran. "