Shadow Trails in Azeroth

Early the next morning, the ghost ship had already circled the ends of the earth at the southern end of the Tanaris Desert and began to enter the waters of the Silithus Desert.

While Blake was having breakfast, Seifer came to report that they would reach the desert coast by midnight today at the latest. The first mate reported that everyone on board was ready for landing, and that she would follow Blake ashore this time.

"Can you control Onyxia's body well?"

Blake wiped his mouth and asked:

"I mean fighting."

The first mate, who was cleaning the captain's room, raised his head, brushed his hair and said:

"I am a dragon myself. There is no problem in using the body of a dragon to fight. Of course, it will take time to adapt to the black dragon's tactics, but you don't have to worry about me holding you back."

She whispered again:

"That body was not born just to serve you at night. It would be a pity to leave her in Nagfar's warehouse."

"Fine."

The pirate did not refuse this kindness, he said:

"Remember to put on your armor when the time comes, and I mean the serious one."

"You don't have to stress! I'm not a fool."

The first auxiliary dragon replied fiercely with a red face, picked up the sheets and dinner plate and walked out of the cabin, giving him a passionate kiss as usual before leaving.

Blake shrugged, poured himself a glass of wine, and did not leave the captain's cabin, but continued to practice the skills of manipulating the Spirit of Vengeance here.

He has found some feeling, and he has been very busy these days.

But soon, Fenna came to disturb him again.

The stupid warrior seemed to have slept well last night. She was wearing a warrior vest and her face was red. She still had the breath of the battle on her body. She must have sparred with others after getting up early.

With so many shield maidens on the ship, she didn't have to worry about finding an opponent.

"I have a question, and I haven't figured it out all night long."

Fenner walked into the captain's cabin without any courtesy and sat down on Blake's captain's chair.

She looked at Blake, who was training the Spirit of Vengeance to throw the Shadow Strike Knife, picked up the apple on the table, took a bite, and said:

"Since the Sin Monument represents sin, why do we still make it? According to you, isn't sin a weakness of the soul?

Is it really okay to make it into a conspicuous tombstone and expose it to the enemy? "

"It's great that you can finally think, but people who have thoughts about the Sin Monument must also be able to understand the Sin Inscription."

Blake looked back at Fenner with admiration and said:

"You're not stupid, you're just too lazy to use your brain, but it's still a bit stupid to grasp the essence of the problem now.

Let me put it this way, count the enemies you will face in the future, the Ancient Gods, the Evil Loa, the Demon Lords, the Eternals, and the Fallen Titans.

Which of these people is not good at psychic attacks?

At worst, it can still read memory.

When facing them, any cover-up of your spiritual weakness is useless. You can only rely on willpower to hold on. If you cannot hold on, you will die or fall.

You have the power of Tyr to fear this, but others don't.

The sin monument is prepared for them.

This thing will maintain your sins and spiritual darkness and materialize them to ensure the purity of your soul. Attacking the sin monument is equivalent to attacking the basic rules of the power of death, which divides good and evil.

The inability to break the Sin Monument means that they cannot take advantage of your weaknesses.

You should understand when I say this.

The Monument of Sin is certainly not a good thing, but it can save your life when fighting the Old Gods and mind-playing demons.

This is also the reason why I must get the method of making the Sin Monument. In order to allow the heroes and warriors to fight against the void and demons without any trouble, I have really good intentions.

Those forces that claim to be righteous should give me a big trophy or medal. "

The pirate spoke righteously in a long voice.

His words made Fenner roll her eyes again. Black, the bad guy, didn't tell the truth. He personally experienced the effect of the Sin Monument last night.

Fenner really didn't want to remember that sour feeling.

If you think about it carefully, if the sin monuments of most of the heroes and warriors in this world are in Black's hands, who can resist the darkness and evil he spreads?

This terrifying prospect made Fenner tremble.

But unfortunately, her sin monument was handed over to Black by herself. She boarded the pirate ship and could not escape. She could only be a happy pirate.

"You're here just in time. When you go to the Great Desert of Silithus, you will definitely face C'Thun, the Thousand-Eyed Demon. It's a good time to see the effect of the Sin Monuments. Since you're fine anyway, just help me carve a few more Sin Monuments.

Let me think.

The three guys from Evil Eye, and Sephiel's. I should meet Windrunner's mother this time, and prepare one for her too. If this battle proves that it is indeed useful, then everyone among the undead pirates will have their own sin monument.

Maybe think of it as the ‘new trend’ in the fleet. "

"Wait! I have another question."

Fenner didn't resist working, but now she raised her head and said:

"You take out the Sin Monument, what if you make a wedding dress for someone else? Didn't you say that each of Revendreth's Sin Accusers is proficient in the use of the Sin Monument?

If everyone has it, then if they show up in the future, wouldn’t we be doomed? "

"Wow, Fenna, you impressed me today."

Blake blinked and said:

"To ask so many questions at once, no, you are definitely not Fenner. Who are you?"

"No kidding! I'm serious."

The idiot warrior emphasized:

"How could I not think of such a simple question? I'm not a fool."

"Okay, then I will answer your concerns seriously."

The pirate turned around, raised two fingers, and said to Fenner:

"First, the prerequisite for using the Sin Monument to attack you is that your Sin Monument must fall into their hands. If you carry it with you, it means that they have to defeat you first, or take advantage of your negligence to steal your Sin Monument.

If they can get the Sin Monument, it only means that you are too weak.

Second, it is basically impossible for the Venthyr of Revendreth to come to the material world. At this point in time, the curtain of life and death is still very stable, and even demigods like Muezala cannot get through.

Unless one day the curtain is destroyed and the world of life and death merges into one, but don't be afraid, even then, it will be difficult for them to condense entities in the material world.

Sin Monument magic is difficult to learn and master. In the Shadow Realm, only Revendreth's accusers can learn it. It is destined to be a niche power that cannot be any more niche.

Therefore, you basically don’t have to worry about encountering a guy using the Sin Monument to attack you. If you do encounter him, just hack him to death before he gets the Sin Monument.

If it doesn't work, just find a remote place to hide it.

Just like how lichs hide their own phylacteries, go to Dean Lan Yue to share your experience in this area if you have nothing to do.

Now, let's start carving a sin monument. Don't make it so artistic, just an ordinary tombstone. The stone for carving the sin monument has been prepared and is in the bottom cabin.

You should be able to complete them before we get to Silithus. "

"But what's the use of just the body of the sin monument?"

Fenna stood up and took the carving knife and carving tools. She put her hands on her hips and said to the pirate:

"When you make a monument to other people's sins, don't you first need to understand their sins? If they don't tell you the dark secrets in their hearts, how are you supposed to know?

You can't read minds. "

"I can't read minds."

The pirate curled his lips and said:

"But don't forget that I am a prophet. I know the people I care about better than they know themselves. The sin monuments I make for them are absolutely the most accurate and perfect.

Of course, it's a bit difficult to link this link with the anima.

However, I believe that after seeing the powerful effect of the Sin Monument in dealing with the corrosion of the void, warriors and heroes who are determined to maintain world peace will take the initiative to offer their anima without my request.

Do you want to make a bet with me? "

"I won't make a bet with you, you stinky pirate is the worst."

Fenner curled her lips.

she says:

"You can come and help after you finish your work later. It's very tiring for me to do so much by myself."

"I want to help you too, trust me."

The stinky pirate sighed, pointed at the monkey version of the Spirit of Vengeance in front of him, rubbed his forehead and said:

"But I must seize the time to learn the skills of manipulating her. This is related to the integrity of the watcher's power. Look at her. Now she can't even throw a throwing knife. How can we expect her to fight?"

And Sera Moonguard gave me this before she left. "

Blake took out a sealed scroll from his bag, waved it in front of Fenner's eyes, and said:

"Black Moon Binding and Watcher's Cage spellcasting techniques and practice methods.

Like you, I have much to learn and soon have to teach my disciples, and I must absorb it all before Valeela is ready to perform the Black Moon Ceremony.

You also saw the Enlightener's Mark on the table. I also have to learn Archimonde's high-level magic.

So, I’m not lying to you when I say I’m busy. "

"You are so tired from living."

Fenna shook her head and sighed:

"In addition to learning these, you also need to learn magic. Last time I saw the list of self-study materials assigned to you by Dean Lan Yue. I was dumbfounded just by looking at the catalog of those books.

You've been watching this stuff now when you're not fighting.

I'm curious, are they really useful for improving combat effectiveness? And according to what you said, you will also practice the knowledge of a mythological profession in the future.

Can you really find the time again?

You only sleep four hours a night now. That means you are in good health. For a normal person, he would have died suddenly from such intense study and thinking. "

"This is the difference between the concepts of warriors and spellcasters."

The pirate played with the scroll in his hand and said to Fenna:

"Warriors can only pursue great power and destructive power, but spellcasters cannot. Our strength comes from wisdom, which is the reserve and accumulation of knowledge.

It's like the same earthquake spell.

An ordinary shaman would cause a small earthquake with astonishing power, killing a dozen people would be the limit.

But a legendary shaman like Drek'Thar would cleverly use the terrain to destroy an army with an earthquake spell. It's the same earthquake spell, and the magic consumption is the same. Why are the effects so different?

Knowledge will not make you reach heaven and become a god in an instant, but knowledge will not deceive you.

What it provides is a ladder to safely climb the path to strength. Although the improvement is not obvious, it can prevent you from falling into the mire when you encounter failure.

What it provides you with is confidence.

The more knowledge you have, the more you know the limits of your power, and the more accurate you will be about yourself and others. But it’s useless to tell you this, you won’t use it anyway.

Therefore, carve the Sin Monument first, accumulate strength, and suppress your anger. You will definitely not lack battles in Silithus. "

"Then do I need to engrave sin monuments on Cairn Bloodhoof and Khadgar?"

Fenner asked before leaving:

"Do you know their sins?"

"Of course I know, but I can't tell you."

Blake waved his hand and said:

"Go be a mason. I will be responsible for writing sins. Remember to prepare one for my friend Garona."

"Okay, but you can't always use me as a mason. Find some professionals to do this job. I am an elf with status and a princess, so I am not your coolie."

Fenna responded happily, opened the door and left.

The idiot warrior thought with a joyful feeling of seeing someone's misfortune that such a good thing as the Sin Monument should be distributed to everyone to play with.

You can't have bad luck alone, right?

Sure enough, happiness is based on the pain of others.

After Fenner left, Blake thought for a while and felt that what Fenner said made sense, so he went to the utility room next to the captain's cabin, where there was a "shrine" of Old Garni.

Blake stood in front of this small garbage dump, chanting old Garni's name.

Soon, the Garbage God, a slender-jawed dragon with a red turban, appeared on the garbage pile with a bang. It shook its head, looked at Blake from side to side, and moved its nose, as if it was smelling something special.

A few seconds later, Old Garni covered his nose with his flexible paws and said with disgust:

"Have you found Bwonsamdi? You smell like that damn guy all over your body. Where is he now? Loas all over Zandalari are wondering if old Bwonsamdi is in trouble.

I thought the bastard was dead, but it turns out the bad guy isn't that dead, which is a shame. "

"Well, it just tastes right."

Blake snapped his fingers and said coquettishly:

"Bwonsamdi also complained about you when he met me. It seems that the relationship between you two colleagues is very bad.

Don't worry, my old friend, Bwonsamdi won't be returning to Zandalari anytime soon, but you'd better clean up, he said there might be trouble there.

Then, by the way, help me send this letter to the Eastern Continent, the Kingdom of Stormwind, and to the Brotherhood of Stonemasons in Goldshire. I want to place an order with them. "

"Huh? Stonemason?"

Old Gani looked at the letter in his hand and said suspiciously:

"Are you going to build yourself a palace? Well, you stinky pirate, finally start to live in luxury? You bastard who betrayed the lowly!"

"What are you talking about? I'm going to waste my money on useless things like that? Don't underestimate me, okay?"

The smelly pirate curled his lips and said:

"It's a tombstone. I want them to order many, many tombstones, all kinds of tombstones."

"What do you want this for?"

Lesognath's eyes widened, and without waiting for Blake to answer, he said:

"Is it prepared for your enemies?"

"Well, for my enemies and my friends."

Blake clapped his hands and said in a pleasant tone:

"I want these tombstones to be decorated and given as gifts to everyone I know. They will be happy when they receive them and appreciate my generosity."

"If someone gave me a tombstone as a gift."

Old Garni waggled his tail, moved his file-like teeth, and said viciously to the smelly pirate:

"I will definitely send my microraptors to bite his ass full of holes! Do you understand?"