Shadow Trails in Azeroth

Blackburn thought that if the matter of the Mok'Nassar clan was to be resolved in the end, he would have to have a fierce fight with the legendary old beast king of Draenor.

He was even prepared for this.

But the development of things was somewhat beyond expectations. The powerful Leolocs actually died long ago.

Counting the time, when he and Rexxar were still dealing with the Qiraji in Silithus, the old orc had already paid his life for the land he loved so much.

However, the land of Gorgrond still has some conscience. After the old orc led his tribe to fight against the demons and died heroically, he "pulled" these super hunters born in Gorgrond together again.

It turns out that the magical Everglades that Blake remembers is one of the most mysterious places in Draenor.

Even after the forest elves who guarded this place were massacred nearly sixteen years ago, the never-dying jungle still maintains a very strong and strange vitality.

"That place is like a 'seed'. It's so hidden. The last time I came to Delano, I didn't find such a magical place."

Under the night of Gorgrond, the pirate rode on the back of his phoenix, flying high in the sky towards the land occupied by the demons.

He had just finished "touring" Evergreen Grove under the leadership of Leorox, and Xal'atath, who had also opened his eyes, was chattering in Black's ear about what had just happened.

The Dark Essence was an eye-opener. She saw with her own eyes the hunters who were still commanded by the old Beast King.

Each one of them has abnormally strong vitality, and is deeply bound to the earth of Gorgrond. They are almost "eternal" when they move here, and the closer they are to the Evergreen Woodland, the stronger they become.

The price for gaining such power is that as long as you take one step away from Gorgrond, you will die suddenly on the spot.

The Draenor version of Earthbinder belongs to it.

"That's not a seed. Your metaphor is very inappropriate."

While patting the burning neck of the sky to correct its flight path, Blake explained to Xal'atath:

“Those are the ‘remains’, the remains of the ‘life force’ that the world of Draenor possessed since its birth!

All worlds in the stars are born from the collision of elemental forces, but after the world is shaped, those magical places will always be blessed by the six forces.

If Azeroth is shaped by the Pantheon, then Draenor is a world blessed by the life force.

It should have been completely 'activated' at the beginning of the birth of the world due to the extreme growth and violent vitality. The entire world would have turned into a planet-sized 'plant life' due to the blessing of the life force. After draining every inch of the earth's nutrients, it withered and died over a long period of time.

Its corpse will also become a 'spectacle' among the stars.

However, the boring passing of the guardian Aggramar and the random throwing of a 'stone' completely changed the fate of this world. "

Having said this, the stinky pirate touched his chin and said in a strange tone:

“Considering what Lord Aggramar did to the world and its subsequent impact, the green-skinned orcs should theoretically be part of the ‘Titan Creation’ sequence.

Just like humans.

And in terms of strength degradation, the greenskins have degraded even more than humans.

Although they have not experienced the curse of flesh and blood, they are 'downgraded products' after the collision and fusion of the power of the Titans and the force of life. This can also explain why the orcs gave birth to so many outstanding warriors and hunters.

The secret of their vitality source is extremely powerful.

The Everlasting Woodland is just the last 'remnant' of the vigorous life force that existed at the beginning of the world. It has lost all its magic, and its power remains less than one ten thousandth of its full power. The scope of influence has also been reduced from the entire world to the Gorgrond Wilds, and then from the entire wilderness to a small piece of woodland.

It's like the corpse of a giant that rotted away its flesh and bones, and weathered away its bones. In the end, only a little bit of remnants were left, representing that it once existed.

But as you can see, even this little remnant can still shelter a group of dead people for a long time and continue to fight as the living.

Draenor is also a very magical world. "

Xal'atath was silent for a moment, accepting the explanation, and then asked again:

"Well, according to what you said, little master, this world of orcs has actually been connected with the Pantheon since its birth, and Azeroth is also one of the few worlds among the stars that is paid attention to by the Pantheon.

The draenei world of Argus is now guarded by the fallen titan Aggramar.

Rounding this up, the three worlds of Azeroth, Draenor and Argus have actually been connected for a long time. Although they are completely different, they are like brothers who have never been masked.

Each is connected to the other by fate, just like it's meant to be, right? "

"Well, your summary is quite accurate."

Blake looked at the demon fortress getting closer and closer in front of him, nodded and said:

"The fate of the three worlds will eventually be entangled. This is inevitable, and it is also the development I hope to see. However, the current problem is to solve the evil pollution of Gorgrond.

This is very important. Once the demons complete the complete corrosion of the wilderness beneath their feet, the last vitality of Evergreen Woodland will disintegrate and dissipate.

And it is connected to the heart of the world in Draenor.

Once it is finished, the last breath that this dying world is trying to preserve will be finished, and it will not be far from its final disintegration.

What's more, how generous is Leolocs?

We will use an artifact like the Heart of Magron as a mission reward. That thing can be considered a legendary item. When the time comes, we will bring a dozen little Gronns from the Everbright Woodland as a 'gift' to Dean Lanyue. .

She will be very happy.

Well, this distance is enough, let's go down. "

Following the pirate's casual words, he patted Qianqiong's head with beautiful feathers, opened his arms and fell from the sky in a leap of faith, hiding in the shadows in mid-air.

And Cang Qiong, who had been cooperating with Blake for a long time, also changed direction, shrank his body, and flew into the sky and returned in the direction of Evergreen Woodland.

The stinky pirate came out to "reconnaissance" tonight.

However, he does not need to personally travel to every part of this demon hill and castle. He has his own "detection method", which is to call out the boss of the local demons and directly ask them about their defenses.

The pirates believe that the local devil leader must be a bastard with general knowledge, and all his reasonable and unreasonable requirements can be absolutely satisfied.

And it turns out that the pirates' confidence was absolutely correct.

He unfolded Maiev's moonlit cloak behind him as he fell in mid-air, like spreading dragon wings to slow down and glide in the air. Finally, he circled and landed in a remote place, and then raised his fingers to flick the delicate red blood stone seal in his hand. A few times, I took out my pipe and wine leisurely, sat on the edge of the cliff and watched the night "scenery" of this polluted place.

Ten minutes later, a twisted figure flew out from the dark sky of the Demon Fortress, as if following some special smell and traces, and finally landed accurately on the hillside on the edge of the Demon's territory.

It fell to the ground like a dark big bat, and after unfolding the evil energy and shadow that covered its body, it revealed the gloomy posture that a Dread Lord should have.

Curved devil horns, a smooth bald head, a corroded yet eerily beautiful breastplate, claws dotted with shadow gems, and a set of dark green large bat wings.

This guy's wings are larger and more ferocious than other Dreadlords, and there are no holes or other embellishments, which seems to represent its unique status among the Nasrezim group.

"Coming?"

Sitting on the edge of the cliff with his back to the Dreadlord who commanded the local demons, Blake blew out a smoke ring without looking back. He assumed a lazy and defenseless posture, and looked so familiar that he seemed to be a Dreadlord himself. He asked in a friendly tone like a demon king:

"How is my inner demon Mephistros doing after he returned to the Twisting Nether? Although we have only been apart for a short time, I have already begun to miss his wings.

Can you ask for me, can this 'wanderer' who has left home come back to my place to visit when he has time? I'll prepare delicious meals for it, and I won't abuse it again, I promise! "

"The former Third Lord has been removed from the Council of Fear. That shameless and shameless guy returned to the Twisting Nether and wanted to continue to dominate, but his shameful experience of being captured by a mortal has been forgotten by every Nathrezim. Know and laugh at.

Now it doesn't know how to hide in that corner and wait for this embarrassing incident to pass.

But based on my understanding of my bad compatriots, they will not stop discussing such fun things for a thousand years. "

Varimathras sneered a few times and answered the pirate's inquiry in a sinister and vigilant tone.

Blake nodded, turned to look at it again, touched the carefully wiped seal on his finger, and said:

"Why are you so far away from me? Come closer and talk. You see, we are all loyal servants serving the emperor. Why are we so alienated from each other?"

"I think the lessons of poor Cassanatil and shameful Mephistros have been enough for all the wise Nathrezim demons to learn to stay away from such a dangerous guy like you.

There are rumors in the Dread Council that you, the perverted pirate warlock, 'love' us the Dread Lord among all the demons. You use evil methods to drive us to 'serve' you, and you also want to turn us into loyal dogs driven by you. . "

Varimathras shook his head. The powerful but very cautious Dread Lord crossed his claws and refused to get close to the poisonous Black, and emphasized firmly:

"Let me state in advance that I'm not afraid! I just think that although we all serve the Emperor's cause, we are not a faction after all, so it's better not to get too close.

Tell me something, Mr. Black.

The agreement between you and us has not yet been handed over. I feel that your presence in Draenor at this time does not seem to be in line with the "competition agreement" between us. "

"I have given you such a long time. I will not interfere with your actions. I will let you use your evil wisdom to find a master for the magic blade favored by the emperor, so as to set off a frenzy of death and war in this world. .

Such a long time is enough for me to complete two or three brilliant malicious plans.

And Nasrez, who is famous among the stars for his evil schemes in the Burning Legion, has not even completed a plan that he had planned long ago. This efficiency really makes me, a fellow conspirator, feel desperate. "

Black sneered at the hostility of the Dread Lord. He lengthened his voice and said with a sneer:

"Nasrezim is nothing more than that. You pretended to be me and assassinated Prophet Velen before. What do you want to do? You know that you can't fulfill the emperor's instructions, so you don't intend to let me serve the emperor?

I warn you! Dreadlords.

The Emperor's patience is limited, and my patience is also limited. You don't need to emphasize to me how difficult this job is. If it were easy, it wouldn't be your turn. "

The pirate stood up, took a sip of wine, and said to the gloomy Varimathras behind him:

"It is only because of the kindness of the Emperor that he can tolerate the poor efficiency of useless subordinates like you. If it were under my command, such incompetent trash would have been dragged down by the crane.

Go back and tell your leader, just say what I say!

I'll give you up to half a month. If you still can't turn Velen into the sword-wielder of Frostmourne, then you can stay where you are and step aside to watch my performance.

understand? "

"Don't pretend to be innocent, Black Shaw! Who doesn't know who you are? Everyone is not a good person, so don't pretend to be so hypocritical that it makes people sick!"

When Varimathras heard such rude words, the Dread Lord naturally could not accept it calmly. It grinned and said:

"You still have the nerve to accuse us of using means to restrict your actions. I want to ask you, how did Garona and Khadgar come to Draenor?

asshole!

Our last operation of implanting mental suspicion into Velen was only one step away from success, but was stopped by those two bastards at the last moment, causing the success to fail.

Don't tell me this has nothing to do with you! We are not here to stir up trouble between you and the draenei, my pirate lord.

We are just reciprocal revenge!

You damn cunning thing, don’t think that with the Emperor’s favor, you can ride on our Nasrezim and do whatever you want. We are the loyal servants molded by the Emperor himself, and you are just a part of his infinitely great plan. A dispensable chess piece!

Know your identity! "

The Dread Lord sneered, folded his paws, and said in a disdainful tone:

"To use the dirty words that you pirates are familiar with, are you the one who stinks from Azeroth and come to our Revendreth to beg for food? Pay attention to your attitude, Black, you will always die, and after you die, you will It's under our control.

Young man, I, an old devil who is tens of thousands of years old, advise you not to be too arrogant! "

"Why don't you call yourself a young man out of anger? And your words sound very offensive to me."

Black raised his brows and stood up. This action made Varimathras take a cautious step back.

In fact, if possible, the Dread Lord, who is known for his cunning, would not want to cause himself a troublesome enemy, especially a guy with a bad record like Black.

But Varimathras, who was taking over from Black at this time, had to make an attitude, otherwise it would be difficult for it to explain itself in its own camp.

"Look at how cowardly you are, you really embarrass the Emperor and Lord Sargeras!"

The pirate was amused by the Dread Lord's vigilance. He hugged his belly and laughed several times, then waved his hands and said to the Dread Lord in front of him:

"Okay, okay, okay, this is your territory. I abide by your rules. I will never interfere with any of your actions in the next half month. I will sit aside and watch you show how to corrupt Velen and become the Lich King.

I can even take the initiative to help you create opportunities to watch your performances up close.

But when the time comes, don't blame me for not giving you face. "

"Say yes!"

Varimathras nodded and said in a cold and serious tone:

"The Queen of the Dread Lords, Jin Tessa, has come to Draenor to supervise the battle in person. This time nothing goes wrong. Just wait and accept the bitter consequences of failure."

"I'm looking forward to it."

The pirate laughed, flicked his fingers again, and said:

"Now that we're done talking about business, let's talk about something casual. I want to kill the demon leader of Gorgrond, do you understand what I mean?"

"I understand, I understand so well."

The Dread Lord threw a piece of evil crystal and said:

"All the information and weaknesses of the King of the Abyss, Agona, are in it, as are the local defenses and plans of the Burning Legion. When the time comes, remember to find a few actors who can coordinate with me in my 'escape'.

We would love to see you defeat the demons of this land, thereby making Kil'jaeden angrier and stirring up greater war in this world, which will please the Eternal Emperor.

As you can see, aside from the Frostmourne matter, we work well together, Mr. Black. "

The Dread Lord politely said goodbye, and said meaningfully:

"We are all loyal servants of the emperor. I wish you victory in advance."