Shadow Trails in Azeroth

Finna and Heya crossed the sea to Shieldrest Island. Their execution was very good and they left the stinky pirate alone in Stormheim. There was nothing interesting in this place except watching the Vrykul fight and bare their teeth.

So while waiting for the Nagfar to come pick him up, Black went to Hades. It was a return visit to the old place, and of course I wanted to test the situation of this small plane.

The truth is very sad.

The stinky pirate found that he had "exerted too much force" in the past few days, causing the concentration of void energy in the Hades to rise rapidly.

Especially in several places where pirates and Nine Martial Gods fought, liquid "void ooze monsters" have even appeared.

The fact that these guys are alive and kicking in Hades means that the will of the void is approaching here. This plane may soon be separated from the material world by the void and swallowed up, becoming a new broken land suspended in the void world.

Worst of all, the process is irreversible.

Blake stood on the ruins of Hela's throne with a sigh on his face, feeling the whispers of the void constantly rising around him. In his field of vision, the originally dark Hell had now been marked with a "corruption filter."

Wherever you look, there are lavender light spots everywhere. Under the pale light above the head, black floating eyeballs will flash away in some places.

Even though the powers born from the void were actively showing favor to him, Blake knew that this place was hopeless.

For a moment he felt guilty.

If you want to change jobs, just change jobs.

If you want to make enemies, just make enemies.

I have already chopped off my former boss, and now I want to kill my hometown again. This kind of killing behavior seems a bit too cold-blooded even for a guy like Blake with a thick face and a dark heart.

But what can he do?

Facts have proved that as long as Blake casts spells with all his strength somewhere, he will definitely be noticed by the will of the void. His ability to "assimilate" the pure void that has not been "corrupted" is too strong.

This hell has been "dedicated" to the void by him.

Even if he doesn't want to do it.

"It seems that I have to continue my journey as an assassin from now on."

The smelly pirate rubbed his nose and sighed.

The ending of Hades becoming the Holy Land of the Void has proven that you can no longer use magic to kill people wantonly until you are in a desperate situation.

But this is not a bad thing. Considering that there will definitely be many difficult opponents in the future, Black has a new "trump card" in disguise.

You might lose in a head-on fight.

But as long as you give me enough time, I can send you and your family into the warm void.

It is a must-have for house demolition.

"You'd better kill yourself quickly."

Next to the stinking pirate, the evil old man Sachiel levitated, spinning around Black, grinning and saying:

"If you are discovered by others about the situation here, they will turn around and kill you before fighting against the Burning Legion. After all, the Burning Legion only wants their lives, and you will not even spare their souls.

This is the fate of accepting the power of the void.

It is your fate to be betrayed and separated from your family, my evil apprentice. "

"Will not."

The stinky pirate waved his hand and said seriously:

"They need me. Do you think Odin didn't discover the changes in Hades? The fact that the Lord of War didn't pull out Gungnir and kill me with one shot means that he has thought about it.

The threat I might pose is nothing compared to the help I can provide. "

"Very well, continue to maintain such a self-deceptive mentality, my apprentice."

Thaqir moved his skull up and down, laughing loudly:

"I will engrave on your epitaph 'He thought others would tolerate him, but it turned out he was wrong. He won his whole life and only lost this time.'

That’s a pretty good statement, right? "

"Shut up."

The stinky pirate took a sip of wine in displeasure, knocked Sakir hard on the skull, and said:

"If you keep talking like that, I won't change your body."

"Of course you don't have to change it for me, my apprentice. I've been dead for tens of thousands of years. I'm very open-minded."

Thakir said in a "gentle tone":

"It's just that next time when I help you fight, if I accidentally target someone else, don't blame me. After all, I am old, my eyesight is dim, and I am angry when someone fails to make an appointment.

In short, everything is possible. "

"Are you threatening me?"

The pirate stood up from where he was and looked towards the chaotic eternal battlefield behind him.

The departure of Hela does not mean that Hell has settled down, and the infection of the void will not be immediately noticed by the ghosts here. Now they are still undergoing another form of "bankruptcy and reorganization."

This broken land, filled with the undead of all races, has become a mess because of the temporary "departure" of the Queen of Hell.

Several Helagar war generals under Hela who had escaped the heroic spirit's attack had already formed their own teams and began to attack each other for temporary control of Hades.

Whether or not there is a Queen of Hell is no longer important to Hell. The ancient "rules" have been set here.

And it's taking effect.

Maybe this is what Void wants to see.

Everyone is trying their best to gain power for themselves and ignore the real threats. Only after their ridiculous war comes to an end will they find that they have no way to escape.

"Among the six powers, Void was the first to discover my potential and give me real power."

Blake raised his head melancholy, looked at the pale sky, sighed and said:

“But who wouldn’t want to be a savior hero if they could?”

"Don't you still have Elune's gaze?"

Thal'kiel hung over Black's shoulder and whispered:

"It was only after my death that I finally saw a corner of the mysteries of the stars. Lady Elune is a thigh that couldn't be thicker. As long as you become her chosen one, all voids and evil energies will have to stand aside. .

The best thing is that you have got her attention, you are much happier than other people in desperate situations, and you still have the power to choose. "

"That's easy for you to say."

Blake complained:

"Can I hug Ms. Elune's thighs if I want to? She looked at me from there without giving me any hints, as if she wanted to test me.

Just nuzzling, never going deep, tempting people to devote themselves to her, but not giving any substantive commitment, tempting people's hearts to waver, but only not letting her touch her.

A complete scumbag attitude.

Old Pua. "

"Shhhhhh, you don't want to die?"

Thakir shouted:

"You dare to say anything, right? I think you will die from this mouth sooner or later! You are such a good person, why do you just open your mouth?"

"I'm not afraid, what are you afraid of?"

Blake pouted and said:

"You have been dead for almost 30,000 years, and you are still so cowardly. No wonder you were eaten to death by Archimonde. After walking away, there is nothing to see here, destined to fall into the void.

Even if Hela comes back from the Maw, she still has to find territory again. "

The smelly pirate lost interest in Hades. He turned around and jumped into the floating shadows, heading out of Hades. As he walked, he said to Thakir:

"Calculate the time, the Nagfar will arrive tonight, and I will change your body by then. Just treat it like I fulfill my promise and do it well in the future. Do you understand?

Don't let down my hard work. "

"You have such a hard time!"

Thakir complained:

"When others get me, they will try their best to pray to me for knowledge and power, and I will graciously satisfy them until they die in pursuit of power.

When I came to you, you ignored my wisdom and just used me as your weapon.

If I hadn't been able to defeat you, I would have killed you, you bastard who blasphemed knowledge. "

"Don't say that. Your ruthless face makes me very sad."

Blake covered his face and said:

"I thought we had a happy cooperation, but I didn't expect you to think of me this way. I just developed your potential, and you should thank me.

Before you met me, you had no idea that the spit you spit out was so powerful. "

"Go away, shameless."

The old man was so angry that he moved his upper and lower jaw bones, spat out the Enlightenment Mark belonging to Archimonde, and threw it into Black's hand.

explain:

"I can no longer use it. My sealed wisdom has been unsealed. I am about to get a new carrier. You can keep it. I have unlocked all the restrictions of the Enlightenment Mark.

From it you can learn the supreme magic of the Defiler.

In the case where void magic cannot be used casually, you also need to relearn some powerful magic as a means of combat. What are you doing with that sissy expression? "

"nothing."

Blake put on a tearful gesture in the shadows, wiped his eyes hypocritically, and said to Uncle Sakir:

"I was just touched to see you caring so much about me. You actually still like me, right? Uncle Saqil, we are actually very good friends, right?"

"Shut up!"

Thakir said he was disgusted.

The skull cursed and said:

"I just don't want to see this world being sacrificed to the void by you bit by bit. I will always need a place to stay after my resurrection. I think this place is pretty good."

"You have nowhere to go."

Blake tossed the Enlightenment Seal up and down in his hand, blinked and said to Thakir:

"Why don't I give you a job? You see, Dean Lanyue has been 'cleansed'. She will no longer come to my ship to help. Prince Farodis also wants to teach at Nathalas College.

Archmage Elam likes his new job very much, but after all calculations, the anti-aircraft firepower on the Nagfar is seriously insufficient.

Why don't you be the 'spell caster' on my ship from now on?

All spellcasters are under your command.

If you have nothing to do, you can go to the Warlock Academy to give some lessons to the apprentices. In order to express my welcome and respect for you, would you like to build the Warlock Academy into the style of Mac'Aree's Secret Academy?

I know you will miss those days when you were still alive. "

"Arcane Academy."

Thal'kiel muttered the word, and after several seconds, it said:

"Okay, this is not a bad idea. If I can teach another disciple like Archimonde, forget it. I don't want to do this. There are not many people like that in the entire galaxy."

As he spoke, Old Man Sachiel's dark eyes stared at Black in front of him, but the stinky pirate seemed not to sense the meaning of the old man's words at all.

I don’t know if he is pretending to be stupid.

After coming out of Hades, Blake rushed non-stop to the Nashar coast at the junction of Stormfjord and High Mountain. The hazy place was the meeting place he and Sephiel had arranged to meet.

When Blake arrived, the Nagfar had already docked on the dark, humid and foggy coast. On the shore of the Nagfar, some people were shouting and arguing.

"You dare to scold me? You little brat!"

The angry voice of Grom Hellscream came far away in the mist. The voice sounded like the chief was angry and wanted to kill someone, and there were people fighting next to him.

"Grom, forget it, why are you angry with the child?"

That's good old Cairne Bloodhoof.

"Let me go, Kane, I'm going to teach you this."

"Come on, chop me to death!"

Another angry voice sounded next to him, with a ferocious and rebellious tone that could not be concealed.

The guy yelled:

"It's like you hacked to death those who disobeyed you! It's like you left your mother in the wilderness to die! It's like you led your butchers to kill all the people in your hometown.

You're the best at killing, aren't you?

You bastard who took the lead in drinking the blood of demons! You are the sinner of Draenor! Others are afraid of you and dare not say anything, but I am not afraid!

You have disgraced me!

You have brought shame upon the entire Warsong clan and all the orcs!

Even a kind person like Grandma Gaiaan can't excuse your crimes. Every time she mentions you, she will be sad for a long time. She feels that she failed to teach you well, but she has tried her best. You are born to be a cold-blooded butcher and a bad boy!

Come on, chop me to death!

Hack your son to death!

Haven't you always thought I was an incompetent burden?

Grom Hellscream, cut it!

Can’t you lift Blood Roar? "

"Garrosh, shut up! Things back then were very complicated, and it wasn't you."

Another voice sounded, and the timbre should be that of the old orc Brox. There was a hint of helplessness in the scolding, but soon, others began to support Garrosh who was being scolded.

"It was you old orcs who destroyed Draenor! You made it impossible for everyone to live a good life. You destroyed your hometown, and you came to this world to burn and plunder.

But we orcs are not like this!

We are not born destroyers, it is because of your mistakes in your youth that we lost our future. What qualifications do you have to scold us?

What qualifications do you have to show off your authority here! "

"Hey, this little girl Agna is sharp-tongued and she is still protecting Garrosh. She is our childhood sweetheart."

The stinky pirates who were watching the fun slipped into the fog, hiding in the shadow of the Nagfar and watching a group of orcs quarreling in front of them. The young orcs and the old orcs were facing each other, and the two sides were in a stalemate.

Kane, who was carrying his baggage, stood awkwardly among them. Farther away, Varok Saurfang was talking quietly to his child Dranosh, whom he had not seen for a long time.

The relationship between father and son is harmonious.

It was in sharp contrast to the Hellscream father and son who wanted to kill both of them.

"Blake, come up here, where are you hiding?"

On the deck of the ghost ship, a group of people were lying there eating melon and watching a show. Fenner waved her hands downwards and dropped the rope to the pirates, but Blake shook his head.

He called in his heart, and his baby daughter, who was hiding in the cabin playing "Devil Warriors", screamed, appeared with a whoosh, happily hugged her father and returned to the deck in an instant.

Blake stroked the head of the smiling "good daughter", took a handful of roasted sunflower seeds from Fenner's hand, raised his chin, and said:

"What's going on? How did they meet together?"

"Honestly, did you arrange it on purpose? You are so bad, do you know that?"