Shadow Trails in Azeroth

"Click, click"

Running on the beach with feet soaked in water, Blake's body was still camouflaged by seaweed, and the little fish man was hiding in his arms, croaking in fear.

Behind him, three ferocious naga rushed out of the water, swaying their snake tails, roaring and chasing him.

Those guys were carrying heavy halberds in their hands, and each one was slightly larger than Blake. They were the guards of the Great Naga Tide Prince.

After the big Naga was killed by Blake in a sneak attack, they have been chasing the Spare Rib Man.

Apparently he wanted to avenge the leader.

Blake used stealth to get rid of a few, but when escaping from the water, he was spotted by three male Nagas behind him, and this was the start of the chase.

Under normal circumstances, Black would definitely not be a match for the three-headed Naga whose brute strength was not inferior to that of the orcs.

But now he has a "secret weapon."

"hurry up!"

Blake held the ordinary-looking Tide Charm in his hand, staring at the equipment slot of the character card, and muttered something while running.

He stared hard at the entry for the Tide Spell, and the "cooling down" message never got better.

But calculating the time, it should be soon.

"wrlgmmglglgm!!"

The little murloc in his arms was restless, probably sensing the murderous aura of Naga behind him, so the little guy clenched his claws and let out a shrill scream.

Blake seemed to be encouraged to turn back and kill the pursuer.

Of course, Paiguman was not impulsive to that extent, but his left hand was already grasping Werther's leg around his waist.

"Hmph, as long as my "little artifact" is cooled down, your doom will come!"

Blake thought so.

Still urging, it seems that this can speed up the cooling time of magic items.

A few seconds later, the fastest Naga was less than ten meters away from Blake. The guy had already raised the halberd in his hand and made a throwing motion.

At this distance, with the brute force of the male Naga, if the halberd thrown by the halberd hit, Blake would be nailed to death through the heart.

"Shua"

There was a flash of light on the Tide Charm.

The running Paigu Man suddenly stopped at his feet, swayed his body, and rushed back with the momentum of his sprint, leaving the three Nagas behind him stunned for a moment.

Is this a suicide?

"Roar"

The three-headed Naga roared, with vicious light shining in their snake-like eyes. They raised their weapons to kill this despicable sneak attack, the Spare Rib Man, and avenge Prince Nazjak!

Blake, who rushed back in the opposite direction, had the same thought in his mind.

He wanted to kill the three Nagas in front of him to verify the power of the "little artifact" he had just obtained.

Close.

Closer.

The estimated distance is definitely 30 yards.

Blake held the Tide Talisman in his right hand and lifted White's leg with his left hand. The moment the Naga's halberd was chopped down in front of him, he activated the magic talisman.

"boom"

At this moment, the loud sound of the tide hitting the shore rang in the ears, and a burst of magic power exploded from the talisman in the palm of his hand, crashing down towards the side like a roaring tide.

The three-headed Naga next to him seemed to have been hit hard on the head by an invisible punch. At the same time, his body was shaking, as if he was drunk, and became twisted and twisted.

The chopped down halberd also became limp, and Blake easily dodged it.

"boom"

White's leg hit the nearest Naga's eyes hard, and at the same time as blood burst out, Black drew out the dagger from his waist, jumped up, and stabbed straight, the blade of the sword penetrated Naga's brain from the eye.

The twisting of Blake's wrist caused a mess in his small brain.

The two weapons were drawn out in the next moment, and the left and right hands were raised at the same time, launching a brutal attack on the third Naga. Three seconds later, the last Naga woke up.

It saw Black's right fist clenched and quickly enlarged in front of its eyes.

"boom"

The heavy punch hit the soft, scaly forehead, and Naga, who had just woken up, was stunned again.

Kul Tiran's unique skills!

Tidal Fist!

I'll blow your head open with one punch!

This powerful and heavy punch knocked the huge Naga back a step, followed immediately by the skull-crushing blow of White's leg, and the crazy piercing of the heart by the venom-quenching dagger.

"boom"

The last male Naga fell on the beach with unwilling anger, was kicked by Blake again, and turned over like a dead snake.

"Good stuff."

Black, who was one against three and won without any injuries, had undisguised joy in his eyes.

He touched the charm in his hand. To be honest, it was a bit inconspicuous. It was just a white round stone, a bit like a pebble, but very smooth.

There is also a blue talisman carved on the surface.

Much like the color of the sea.

It's not of high quality, it's just of excellent quality. It doesn't have any attribute entries, so it looks a bit useless, but the only magic attached to it makes it completely different.

Blake didn't quite understand whether Tidal Impact was the orthodox magic of mages.

But he has personally experienced the powerful effect of this magic.

Just like the spell he used in the game, this spell can force everyone around him to be unconscious for three seconds under any circumstances, regardless of level, and the chance of being saved is extremely slim.

Therefore, it is called the "PK artifact" by players from all walks of life.

The noble players are very discerning, and this humble tidal talisman was once sold at a very high price, and even spawned a group of second-level dealers who specialize in it.

The reason why Blake has a deep memory of this thing is because he was once one of those second-rate dealers.

"But what does 'damaged' mean?"

Black rubbed his chin and looked at the status attached to the Tide Spell entry in the equipment slot of the character card. The broken word made him very concerned and curious.

"Actually, if you think about it carefully, a high-quality jewelry cannot have such a powerful effect. Could it be that this little artifact can still be repaired?"

He thought:

"Perhaps I need to find someone who knows magic to help me in the future. Well, speaking of magic, who is more suitable than Drake's little sister Gianna?

This is a family member that you can absolutely rest assured of! "

Blake laughed, hung the Tide Talisman around his neck, and placed it close to his body. When this thing was placed close to his body, he could feel a weak power being drawn from the surrounding water.

Probably the charm is absorbing magic power on its own.

Blake remembered that the cooldown time of this thing was fifteen minutes, which was good. Now he had an "escape weapon" that could be used once every fifteen minutes.

"You can try to hunt the elite orcs."

A bold idea came to the thief's mind.

He couldn't help but rub his hands, and there was something in his heart. After being forced into coma for three seconds, with his current skills, he could easily kill an elite orc.

"Can you absorb souls?"

Just as Blake squatted down and searched for the things carried by the three-headed Naga, a deep and muddy voice suddenly sounded behind him.

The man with ribs was shocked.

The whole person jumped up, and White's leg, which had just drunk the blood of Naga, had been whipped into the palm of his hand.

On the beach behind him, someone quietly appeared.

He looks like an old man, but he is tall, at least three meters tall! Like a half-giant, he wears heavy crimson robes and a gray hood.

You can't see the face clearly at all, you can only see the pale beard.

There was a pale lantern hanging around the man's waist, much like the one used by knights in the Middle Ages. In broad daylight, the lantern was still lit, but the pale light would hardly illuminate the darkness.

It can only bring more uncertainty.

Blake noticed that when this mysterious guy appeared, there was fog growing on the beach, much like the water vapor spreading on the sea in the early morning.

But how should I put it, more gloomy.

It was as if something dangerous was about to burst out of the mist.

Behind Blake, the little fishman Benbolba, who was kicking Naga's body with his legs, was also startled by the sudden appearance of this person. It croaked and hid behind Blake's calves.

He stuck his head out, blinked his big eyes, trembled, and looked at the half-giant in front of him in horror.

"Can you absorb souls?"

When the man saw that Blake didn't answer, he asked again. His voice was strange, like he was mumbling, speaking from his throat, his tone was dry and hoarse, and it was definitely not a sound that a living person would make.

"You you are"

Black holds the weapon and does not sweat in his undead form.

But he felt a long-lost tension.

He looked up and down at the three-meter-tall half-giant in front of him with suspicious eyes. He always felt that the guy in front of him was very familiar, as if he had seen it somewhere.

Especially the black lantern around his waist

The ominous pale light emitted from it seemed to be...

"The Abyss of Hell?"

Blake asked rhetorically.

This actually made the gray eyes of the mysterious man squint under his hood, and he began to look again at the weak human in front of him who was obviously entangled by some kind of curse.

After a few seconds, he nodded and said:

"I do come from the Abyss of Hades, where I lead the souls of the dead to the Kingdom of Shadows. Tell me, mortal, how did you do it? Can you absorb souls with a mortal body?"

"this."

Blake glanced at the corpse of the three-headed Naga next to him. He probably guessed what the soul-drawer of the Underworld Queen in front of him meant by "absorbing souls."

But Blake would not use such evil terms.

He would only say that he gained valuable "experience" after killing the enemy.

"Probably a talent."

He answered vaguely, and in order to show goodwill, he put the weapon back on his waist. It couldn't be beaten anyway, so it was better to show it in style.

He spread his hands to the soul-drawer in front of him and said:

"There will always be many alien beings born in this world. For example, I know that there is a doom-ridden mage in Dalaran. Wherever he goes, disaster will break out there.

But he himself was very lucky. Even if his teammates died, he would remain unscathed.

For another example, I also know that there is a powerful mage in the distant southern Xinjiang. He has been possessed by demons since he was a child. Playing with souls and so on is just childish for him.

Besides, absorbing souls is very common in this era. You can just find an orc warlock to do it. Isn't it worth your surprise? "

"indeed."

The soul attractor in front of him nodded in agreement, and said with a hint of dissatisfaction:

“Since the orcs invaded Azeroth, the number of souls that Hades should harvest has been decreasing. Those nasty warlocks who extract souls at will use ‘currency’ that never belongs to them to make deals with demons.

They disturb the precious balance of life and death.

They will be punished eventually. "

After he finished speaking, he paused, looked at Blake again, and said:

"But it is very curious that a person who has come back from the dead, a person who is not a warlock, can do this. You should have boarded my Nagfar at the moment you died.

Come with me and sail straight to Hades to become a Mist Warrior under Queen Hela.

But I haven't seen you in the recent war.

The souls who died under the sea of ​​Khaz Modan are constantly calling your name. Even after death, they still long for their noble prince to rule them.

You escaped death's invitation."

The soul-drawer's left hand was placed on the pale lamp at his waist.

The fog behind him became thicker and thicker, and he said in that grunting voice again:

"This is rude behavior, so I came to pick you up specially."

"Prince Derek Proudmoore, you are dead, come with me. In the Hades under the shadow of Horswald, the noble Queen Hela is waiting for the arrival of your distinguished guest."