Shadow Trails in Azeroth

The work of wiping out the evil remnants of the Crystal Valley is going very smoothly, and the entire battle has entered the final process. After Cho'gall was judged and died, these cultists lost their leader and could no longer fight against the wolf-like invaders.

After seeing with his own eyes the pit of blood sacrifices held by the cultists in the Crystal Valley and the remnants of the evil ritual of calling the void, the sight of the piled up skeletons of victims of various races that were randomly discarded made a simple man like Kane Bloodhoof wonder. Out of anger.

If he was still a little hesitant about the necessity and justice of killing when he was annihilating the Blood Sail Pirates, now, in the Crystal Valley where corpses are everywhere, Kane is no longer at a loss.

In order for others in this wonderful world to enjoy life in peace, the scum who worship the fallen god must die!

What exists here is not the kind of evil that Blake would tolerate and would bring about the right consequences.

Evil here is unacceptable!

Speaking of which, it seems that Magatha Wild Totem, the old war woman in the Bloodhoof clan, sent several shamans away every month, saying they were traveling to study, but no one came back. Could it be that...

Kane's brows furrowed tightly.

He had some bad guesses in his mind.

After he decided to return to Desolace, he began to investigate whether Magatha had any connection with these Twilight's Hammer cultists.

If it is true, then Magatha's behavior has exceeded the limit of what he can tolerate!

She is leading the entire clan into a pit of fire.

You must prepare yourself in advance.

Kane gained some understanding of justice and the real world, but Black was embarrassed because no one wanted the precious "trophies" he brought back this time.

"I don't want this thing! It's too ugly. Do you want to bring this thing out into battle to make the enemy laugh to death?"

Fenner, an idiot who always likes to collect various weapons, scorned the purple-black Twilight Hammer in Blake's hand. She felt that it was uncomfortable to look at, and the shape was too weird and not suitable for fighting.

Little Xingxing also hid aside and nodded repeatedly.

The Blue Dragon Princess's aesthetic sense is very high-key, and it is difficult for her to like evil things like Twilight's Hammer.

And to be honest, the weapon that Gu'gall forged for himself is indeed a bit "non-mainstream" in terms of appearance.

Not to mention that the head of the war hammer is huge and bloated, and there are weird metal circles on the hammer handle that are surrounded by spikes, which can cause the user's skin to be pierced and bleed if he is not careful.

Besides the war hammer, there is a ring of spikes made of silver-gray metal. The metal hammer head even has sharp thorns extending from it, making this weapon look weird.

It's more like a sacrificial item than a melee weapon.

"Don't be ignorant of the goods."

Black held the Twilight Hammer and said to the others like an auctioneer introducing the auction items:

"This war hammer is made of rare elemental steel mixed with the power of elements. Cho'gall must have added some magic to manipulate elements when making it.

Although it looks strange, it is the same elemental weapon as the legendary Doomhammer of the orcs. You can control the elements by using it.

This thing is much rarer than ordinary magic weapons, and because it is infused with void, the holder can be resistant to the power of void.

I said, if none of you want it, I will take it.

Don’t say in the future that I won’t give you good things. "

"Stop lying!"

Fenner yawned and said:

"I also learned some forging skills in Ironforge. That warhammer is obviously a semi-finished product, the embryo of an evil thing. It's very risky to get it. I won't use it as cannon fodder for your experiment."

"whispering sound"

Blake's little plan was exposed, and the stinky pirate snorted disdainfully, as if he was too lazy to talk to these ignorant girls.

Kane, who was resting next to him, was originally a little interested in this warhammer that could manipulate elements, but after hearing Fenner say it was an evil thing, Lao Niu immediately waved his hand.

Indicating that the Bloodhoof clan is too weak to afford this thing.

"Don't forget it, huh."

The stinky pirate turned and left, winking at Sephiel again, and the First Parasaurus quickly followed. In a corner of the Crystal Valley, Black, holding a pipe in his mouth, handed her the Twilight Hammer in his hand.

He whispered:

"I transferred Xal'atath into this hammer of elements tonight, and the void infused it, so that it can temporarily become the carrier of the essence of the void like the Blade of the Dark Empire.

You cannot bring Xal'atath with you when entering the Temple of Ahn'Qiraj, as her aura will be noticed by C'Thun.

You keep this warhammer with you until everything is finished, and then send it over.

Don't alert others then. "

"But without the protection of Xalatath's void divine power, would you be able to face the ancient god directly?"

Sephiel asked worriedly. Blake shook his head, blew out a smoke ring and said:

"I have stepped into the void. I am no longer afraid of the erosion of the void with or without the protection of Xal'atath. What's more, I will not be reckless enough to challenge C'Thun myself.

Don't worry, I have my own plans.

Xal'atath, I don't trust anyone with this situation now. I can only leave it to you to take care of it. "

"You want to save her?"

The first parasaurus stroked the evil war hammer in her hand and said:

"No wonder you made up your mind to fight with the Ancient God, just because of her? Is she so important in your heart? Will you do this for me?"

"I can."

Blake looked into Sephiel's eyes and said:

"But would you let me take such a risk?"

"Never."

Sephiel snorted, reached out and flicked the pirate's forehead, and said:

"I'm different from Xal'atath, who only causes trouble. I never make such troubles. I know what to do to make you remember me.

I'm much smarter than her. "

"Then let me tell you, I'm not just doing this for Xal'atath."

Blake took a puff of his pipe and said seriously:

"The Ancient Gods must be 'visited' one by one. This is a problem that must be faced sooner or later. I will do this with or without Xal'atath."

"No need to explain, I understand."

Seifer paused and said:

"I have never regarded Xal'atath as an opponent. She is the weakest among the three of us. She is more like your pet than your lover. I am more worried about Maiev.

I can feel that you are not done with her yet, and this relationship is not even the beginning.

But you don’t have to worry about that.

This is a war between women. You, a grown man, can't get involved, so put your mind on business. I won't hold you back, I promise. "

"Well, I don't believe the guarantee in words alone."

The pirate squinted his eyes and said:

"How about something more substantial?"

"So, tonight"

Sephiel's cheeks turned red and he just opened his mouth when he heard a noise from behind. The murlocs were chirping, as if they were in trouble.

Soon, the old blind man ran over dragging his Naga war spear, danced and yelled at Blake a few times, then turned around and ran back. The smelly pirate's eyes lit up, he took Sephiel's hand and disappeared in a blink of an eye.

The magical little fishman has found something good again!

Blake soon came to the cave surrounded by fish-man pirates. The fish-men outside the cave were very nervous. They clenched their various weapons and looked at the cave vigilantly, and kept making strange noises.

After seeing Black coming, these nervous fishmen suddenly seemed to have found a backbone, and they croaked to make way for the pirates.

Blake probably knew the problem when he saw the strong wind barrier covering the entrance of the cave.

He nodded to Sephiel and motioned for her to wait outside. He straightened his clothes and strode into the dark cave. As soon as he entered, he saw the marshmallow-like body of the djinn, while the little fish man was holding a weird jar on the other side.

When it saw the pirate coming, the little fish man immediately ran over and put the jar in Blake's hand. It was like a storekeeper with its hands away, and it wiped the non-existent sweat in a dramatic way and shook it again. He walked straight out of the cave.

Obviously the little fish man didn't intend to participate in the conversation between Blake and the Djinn.

It had already sensed from the strange attitude of the djinn that the matter was important, and it was not something a fishman could participate in.

"I heard that you have been very busy recently. Your business has flourished throughout the world of Azeroth. Even the barbaric Vrykul people in Northrend have begun to spread the news about the djinn and the air coin. legend."

Blake played with the strange bottle in his hand, and first greeted the djinn who rarely appeared on his own initiative.

The latter is shaking his marshmallow-like body, and the turban and hat on his head are still as exotic and strange as before.

Facing Blake's greetings, the djinn coughed a few times and said in his tone as if the wind was blowing through the forest:

"I have to do this. The vocation of trading requires me to travel among different traders, provide the best service to my customers, and then complete each transaction with a clearly marked price.

As close as I am to you, my number one trader.

I know you have magical powers, and I don't expect to be able to keep the secret of the Vial of Resurrection from you, but I do need it, even though it's rare.

But I am willing to leave the pricing power to you.

Say it.

How much do I have to pay to get the loot in your hands? "

"It's not about the price, my friend."

Blake looked at the orange-gleaming bottle in his hand and the wind essence that had been collected inside. He tossed the bottle up and down, watching the djinn's eyes rise and fall with the bottle.

He said in a long voice:

"I can even give it to you for free, or I can refuse your trade request. My attitude depends on your attitude, my dear djinn.

Yes, I know what the Vial of Resurrection does.

I know this thing is used to resurrect some powerful elemental beings, and the method of making it dates back to the Dark Empire. I thought that this kind of knowledge had been lost in history long ago, but I didn’t expect that someone in this era would be able to produce it.

So tell me, friend.

Who are you going to resurrect with it?

What's your plan? "

Faced with Blake's inquiry, the genie was obviously hesitant. The wind around it was pulsating, indicating that it was not in a calm mood. After a few seconds, it said like a gentle breeze:

"I broke away from the Sky Wall at the end of the Lord's War and became a free wind element, but the reason was not just that I longed for freedom or foresaw that the elements would inevitably fail under the offensive of the Titan Guardians.

This is just an appearance.

I was very disappointed with Skywall.

The unpredictable nature of the Wind Rider destined it to be unable to command the wind element to win even a trivial victory, and the internal fighting among the wind lords also ruined the monarch to whom I was loyal.

I was once an elemental creature with ideals, my friend.

But with the death of the monarch, all my ideals were in vain. After millions of years away from the Sky Wall, I have given up on the ambitions I once had.

After sensing the Vial of Resurrection, I realized that perhaps there was still hope of recovering my lost dreams and my fading loyalty.

I want to resurrect it!

I want to resurrect all the masters of the wind element destiny, and I want to resurrect the guy who can lead the Sky Wall to become great again. His name is"

"Wind Chaser Sunderland?"

Blake suddenly said the name, causing the djinn to be silent for a moment.

It sighed, then nodded.

"Ha ha ha ha"

The stinky pirate held his stomach and let out a series of loud laughs, as if he had heard something funny. He laughed forward and back, leaving the djinn looking speechless.

"Is there anything funny about my story?"

The Djinn asked with a dissatisfied tone.

Blake waved his hand and said:

"No, no, no, I'm not laughing at your unspeakable loyalty, my friend, I'm just feeling how unpredictable fate is and how much I love you and me.

Wait a minute, let me show you something that may subvert your understanding.

Sephiel, call Fenna over! "

The pirate shouted towards the outside of the cave.

Not long after, the idiot Finna slowly walked over whistling a pirate whistle, and at the pirate's request, she took out the things she had always treasured from her luggage.

When the Djinn saw the complete Imprisoned Skull of the Wind Chaser in Black's hand, it let out a roar of shock and joy, and then laughed like Black.

"Your lord never died, my friend Sunderland the Windseeker, who was imprisoned for millions of years by the evil Fire Lord and never succumbed.

Now that we have the Vial of Resurrection, it's only a matter of time before the Windseeker returns to rule Skywall.

But I feel like now is not a good time. "

Blake threw the Imprisoned Skull in his hand and said to the djinn in front of him:

"We need to plan carefully, and I happen to be promoting a matter related to the Sky Wall. Now that we have shared each other's secrets, I think we should establish a deeper and more trustworthy cooperative relationship than traders. .

What do you think? "

"Well, I've always had faith in your dark wisdom, my evil friend Black."

The djinn shook its fluffy body. It glanced at the Imprisoned Skull in the pirate's hand and said:

"Then, let us sign a contract. I am willing to form an alliance with you, but I have a requirement. The Wind Chaser must replace the Wind Rider, and the fallen Sky Wall must become great again!"

"Of course, friend, this is why I rescued His Highness Sunderland from the evil Lord of Fire."

Blake nodded in deep understanding.

He stretched out his hand towards the djinn and said:

"I am willing to contribute my wisdom and strength to the rise of the Prince of Sunderland, and I also believe that my dedication and loyalty will be duly rewarded.

However, I don't think we need to do it ourselves to overthrow Al'Akir's tyranny.

What Prince Sunderland needs is the love, not the hatred, of his subjects. We can leave this dirty work to others.

I'll make the arrangements. "