Shadow Trails in Azeroth

Chapter 1005 101. You have also been strengthened, uh, you don’t need to send--Added update for the end of the New Year holiday [710]

The pirates never thought of relying on the shield maidens to penetrate the entire Zul'Farrak. This is not a question of whether it can be done, but a simple question of efficiency.

There are only thirty shield maidens. Even if Her Highness Little Star and her personal guards come to help, the difference in number is a bit too exaggerated in a city where hundreds of thousands of Sandfury Trolls live.

Even if the shield girls broke their hands, they would not be able to capture the city today.

Therefore, the pirates' goal has always been clear. They rely on focused raids to paralyze the top management of the Sandfury Trolls, kill all the chiefs and supervisors, and then support a group of Sandfury fringe people headed by the water diviner Veresa.

Finally, Bwonsamdi, who lost the Hades Palace, was pushed to the position of the new faith of the Sandfury Trolls.

In this way, what needs to be done in this city is done. As for what the Sandfury Troll can develop in the future, it has nothing to do with the stinky pirates.

In order to do this, Black used a group of the strongest combat forces under his command.

Fenna was sent to deal with the sandfury troll warlord Antusul, and Zul'Farrak's strongest spellcaster, Sandwalker Thrul, was left to the boss Thal'kiel to deal with it.

The shadow priest Sethus, who was in charge of punishment, was handed over to Serra Moon Guard, and the remaining chieftain Ukoz Shadin and his advisor Luluz were dealt with by Black himself.

The arrangement had been flawless.

It wasn't until the pirate suddenly wanted to get some advanced anima balls that he realized that his arrangements were too scattered.

Even Blake couldn't travel back and forth between four places so quickly. The city of Zul'Farrak was too big, so he was forced to make a choice.

Fortunately, thanks to the generosity of Emperor Denathrius, Blake finally no longer has to run on his legs.

"Buzz"

The blood-red energy swirled like a small tornado.

The ominous bloody light surged into a dark door, causing Old Man Sachiel to make a surprised sound as he strangled the neck of Sandwalker Sur and tried to lift the troll spellcaster up.

What kind of strange teleportation magic is this?

He had never seen such a thing before that he could penetrate the evil energy barrier he had set up so easily without destroying the barrier. But after seeing Blake's figure emerging from the bloody shadow door, all the surprise and suspicion became normal.

whispering sound.

It turned out to be a stinky pirate.

Then there is nothing surprising about what weird things he does.

"Uncle, do you think my teleportation looks cool?"

Blake waved away the "blood light special effects" attached to the Shadow Gate. In his hand, he was still holding the mohawked and grim-looking head of the Sandfury Troll Warchief Ukozi Sandding.

Of course, this is just out of the habit of the "Skull Gatherer". The heart energy of the Sand Fury War Chief has been absorbed at the moment of death, and it will be beating in Black's left hand.

A ball of dark green warrior anima, completely different from the lowest level of gray-white anima.

"What do you call me, uncle? Mentor!"

Thal'kiel was disgusted by the name Black.

He pinched the Sandcrawler Sur, who was nearly suffocated and unconscious after receiving a blow from the "Hand of the Legion" in the front, and quickly noticed the green ball of light in Black's hand.

The skull head kept opening and closing its mouth, cursing:

"What evil tricks have you learned, this evil apprentice? Come and show me, it seems very interesting."

"This is a great thing, but it's a pity that you can't learn it, uncle."

Black waved his hand and the dark green ball of light disappeared in his hand like magic. He now urgently needed to return to the ship and use the method taught by Bwonsamdi to make an anima container.

Otherwise, the extracted technical power will quickly dissipate.

"Here, give him to me and I'll give you a live performance."

The pirate pointed at the dying Sandcrawler Sur, who had been beaten by Thal'kiel. The latter snorted and threw the mud-like Sandcrawler at Black's feet.

Tha'kiel's current draenei body is tall and large. Judging from the body shape alone, it is no shorter than Kane's tauren, but the body is more proportionate.

Moreover, the recurved hooves and feet under his robe are somewhat inconsistent.

But that's what the draenei are like.

Not only do they have horns on their heads, but they also have tails on their backs.

Especially the female Draenei, not only do they have delicate facial features and petite bodies, they all have long legs and small waists, and their little tails sway when they walk...ahem.

In short, it has an exotic feel.

But now was not the time to fantasize about a slutty girl. Blake glanced at the limp Sandwalker Sur at his feet.

This old troll is not ordinary.

According to the water fortune teller Veresa, Sur has seized the absolute power of the Sandfury Clan by relying on his manipulation of the desert. Even Chief Ukozi has to look at his face to act.

The old guy also proposed the evil method of killing Gazrilla, the Holy Beast of Sand Fury, to create divine warriors.

In short, he is a big bad guy.

But considering that Sur made such a choice to strengthen the combat effectiveness of the Sand Fury clan, he should really have the idea of ​​​​wanting the Sand Fury to rise again.

It is normal for old men to never let go of their past glory.

"The legendary shaman, as well as the professional power of the spell caster, I didn't realize that you are still an all-rounder."

The stinky pirate squatted down and held the Sandcrawler's weak neck with both hands. The legendary troll shaman who could control the power of the wild sand moved his lips, as if he wanted to say something.

Maybe it's asking for mercy, maybe it's scolding.

But Blake no longer cared.

With the current situation in which he was hit by Thal'kiel's evil magic, even if Black spared his life, he would not be able to survive tonight under the flames of evil energy burning his internal organs and soul.

Compared with this kind of long-term terrible torture, it's better to give him a break now.

"Kacha"

With a crisp sound, all the anger and pain in Sandcrawler's turbid eyes dissipated at this moment, and the familiar hot power surged up along the smelly pirate's arms.

He can turn these animas into experience and throw them into his warden profession, but he can also reshape them in new ways.

Under the curious gaze of Tha'kiel's flame skull, clusters of blue light appeared in Blake's constantly rubbing hands.

This process is magical, like magic.

But the well-informed old man Sakir can be sure that the blue ball of light definitely does not belong to any kind of power he has seen and recognized, and it does not even look like the expression of the six forces.

If anything, the evil way it was born should have something to do with the power of death, as it is all based on dead things.

"cool!"

Ten seconds later, the pirate stood up, looked at the blue ball of light in his hand, whistled and said to Thaqir:

"This is the first blue anima I have found. Such sophisticated skills are rare in the world. Unfortunately, I can't use it myself. I don't know much about the way of the elements.

Master, do you want to try this power? "

"If I've learned anything from my time with you, it's that anything you take out is highly toxic."

Thaqir shook his head, but soon showed his thirst for knowledge. He stared at the blue light ball in the pirate's hand and said:

"But if you want to show me this miracle, I don't mind experiencing it myself, but I have to agree in advance that if my body is damaged by you, you will be responsible for finding a better one for me."

"Are you tired of playing with the toy you just got so quickly? It's not a good habit to pick and choose all the time, old man."

The smelly pirate snorted, tossed the blue ball of light up and down, and said:

"Don't worry, it won't be damaged."

In the pirate's ears, old Bwonsamdi turned into a dedicated mentor and said in a sour tone:

"This anima ball has reached a high quality, which means that it has entered the realm of a master in the pursuit of a certain kind of power. Even in the Shadow Realm, such excellent anima is rare.

It's a pity that I don't have anima container in my hand. Otherwise, if you give it to me, I can create a powerful priest in an instant. But be careful the first time you use refined energy.

The more powerful the anima, the stronger the oppression on the host.

Without the aid of magical items carrying anima slots, using flesh and blood to absorb the power of anima will affect both his body and soul.

After all, this is the power perception from another strong man, and it is not something that is easy to digest.

It would be better if it was a temporary enhancement, but if you choose to accept it permanently, the crazy soul in front of you must be prepared not to be able to accept the second anima for a long time.

It takes time to understand and control unfamiliar power, and it may even affect your original understanding of power.

In other words, you can give, but your servants must be able to bear it. I don't think I need to explain the consequences of putting a mountain on a child.

Unless your original intention is to kill someone.

Speaking of which, this way of dying is very strange and full of black humor. When you are really ready to do this, don't forget to ask me to watch.

I also really want to know how miserable the death of a guy who is supported by anima can be. Maybe it can give me some inspiration for punishment. "

"Well, I understand. If I really want to punish someone in this way, I will definitely call you, but don't forget to prepare the ticket money in advance.

You can pay with anything, I don't choose. "

Blake nodded. He looked at Uncle Sachiel in front of him, raised the blue ball of light in his hand, and said:

"This thing is called Anima, which is the knowledge of the dead. It can convert the enemy's power into your own. It sounds great, right? I can already see the fire of your soul beating.

But before using it, I have to tell you that it has two effective modes.

Temporary enhancement will give you instant access to Sandwalker Sur's power to manipulate quicksand. You don't even need to understand the principle, just use it and you're done. Such a mass of anima can last for three days before dissipating.

But if you accept it permanently, you have to slowly learn to master it, and it will cause a lot of pressure on you.

Which one do you choose? "

"Do you think I'm the kind of person who lacks strength?"

Thaqir snorted, feeling that Blake was looking down on him, so he waved his finger and a ball of dark green evil fire wrapped around his fingertips, saying:

"I'm not passionate about destructive power, and I'm not a restless young man who longs to become powerful overnight. I would rather try to understand the nature of this new power you are talking about.

After all, I am also a researcher.

bring it on.

Let me see if it's as amazing as you say. "

"This is your choice. Let me declare in advance that this is my first time doing this work, so I bear the risks at my own risk."

Black first issued a "disclaimer", and then pushed the blue anima in his hand to Sachiel's heart bit by bit.

The stream of light no longer covered him in an explosion, but was carefully sent into Thaqir's body by the pirates like ink melting into water. The moment this ball of anima light came into contact with the old man's suffering soul, the initiate's body twitched.

Although there was not much expression on the skull's face, Blake could guess from the evil laughter of old Bwonsamdi that this process must be very painful.

However, simple pain is just a "colorful adjustment" in life for old man Saqir who was made into a skull artifact and endured 30,000 years of calamity.

Every sway of pain reminds him of the shameful years of the past 30,000 years, fueling his anger and pushing him to swing the sword of revenge against his former apprentice.

He was afraid of many things, but he was not afraid of pain.

As if doing an experiment, the stinky pirate took out his own notebook, carefully observed the operation of Sakir's magic power, and recorded the situation of this time's anima gift.

After a few minutes, the old man made a confused sound.

Under Blake's gaze, he raised his finger and turned it gently in front of him. The yellow quicksand flying all over the high platform quickly formed a small quicksand vortex as he turned.

This power is too bad.

It is not a little different from the power of Sandwalker Sur who can instantly create a large area of ​​quicksand to drown the opponent when he casts a spell with all his strength.

But Tha'kiel, a summoner who specializes in evil magic, can master the knowledge of manipulating quicksand in a few minutes, which has proved the power of the mind.

Especially with the detection skills thrown by Black, Tha'kiel's profession is also changing. In addition to the legendary profession of the warlock branch called "Demon Tyrant", he has an additional profession of "Sandcrawler Apprentice".

Judging from the name, it should be a branch profession of shamanic power based on the power of the earth.

This thing can actually generate a career out of thin air?

The pirate blinked.

He felt that he had opened the door to a new world, and he was a little eager to try it. Well, he thought that he would never be able to meet the handsome sword master in this life.

But now, maybe I can still save it.

How about going to find Samuro now and kill him to extract the inheritance of the Sword Saint's heart that can be used to gain power?

But soon, old Bwonsamdi poured cold water on him.

"Don't think about it. Your bold idea has not been tried before. It's just that their endings were not very good. The path of strength that a mortal can walk is limited.

New paths generated by anima will not necessarily make you stronger, but they may also distract you.

Don't do it!

Unless you can find an epic or even legendary level of anima, it is worth taking the risk. But with all due respect, old Bwonsamdi has been the god of death for so many years and has never seen a few such high-level anima powers.

Besides, your set of Luna armor and the seal in your hand both have anima slots, so you don't have to work as hard as they do to integrate power.

You are such a lucky guy. Can you teach me how to get such good luck as you? Old Bwonsamdi is also eager to change his fortune. "

"It's very simple."

The smelly pirate shrugged, took out the sacred symbol of a month from his arms, and said:

"Do you know Ms. Elune's beliefs?"