Shadow Trails in Azeroth

"Huh? Where am I?"

Black Shaw's mind was a little confused, and he looked at everything around him blankly.

He still maintains the wind-drawing posture of passing through the whirlpool of the Shadow Realm. Nothing on his body is missing. The twin blades of sorrow in his hand are also held at the fingertips, and the Moon God Armor on his body is still intact.

Just the pirate hat on his head is missing.

Of course, this is not a big problem. With a thought, Lord Evil God transformed the Moon God Armor into a pirate costume and once again molded a black pirate hat.

The real problem is that he is no longer on the Nagfar. According to the plan, he should return to the material stars with his ship to start a journey across the universe.

But that is no longer the case.

He found that he seemed to have been thrown into a strange place when he crossed the realm just now. The place was still shrouded in starlight, but there was nothing around him.

Blake raised his head, glanced at the starry sky above his head, and then cursed "Damn holographic projection."

With his level of power, it was not difficult to find that this starry sky was lifelike but not real, and there was no star he was familiar with in this starry sky.

"Folks?"

Lord Evil God rolled his eyes and understood in his heart what was going on. So he cautiously held Salamani, who was also ready for battle, and shouted at the top of his lungs:

"Is this a welcome ceremony? The sample is quite unique. Stop hiding and come out to meet me."

No one answered him.

Only a cold wind blew from nowhere.

It blew from all directions, even blowing into the pirate's clothes along the non-existent cracks in the Moon Night Armor. The coldness that seemed to freeze his soul made him shiver.

Ordinary cold definitely doesn't have this effect.

This kind of effect that seems to freeze even the godhead must come from the pressure of power at the same level or even higher, and coincidentally, Blake has experienced the same feeling.

Just one day ago, I felt that unique aura when I met Windrunner's mother after a long absence before her wedding.

"Ha, this is a cheap son."

Blake grinned.

While interlacing his hands, he awakened the Holy Sword of Salamani. The two swords, one on the left and one on the right, were imbued with different divine qualities. They were erected in front of him with the interlaced light of dark purple and dark moon. He lowered his body and got ready for battle.

He knew that he was coming with bad intentions.

But this guy was born with a tough mouth, and even though he knew he was looking for trouble, he still refused to admit defeat, and the "other son" that Windrunner's mother called him soon showed up.

In the shadows that quickly covered the stars, a tall figure quickly gathered in front of Blake from the starlight.

It can be seen that this is not a guy who likes sneak attacks.

He appeared just like that, with a frosty black cloak swaying, a Quel'dorei elf wearing dark dragon armor, holding a scarlet starlight war scythe, with a handsome but indifferent face, appeared in front of Black.

This guy has the arrogance and indifference that elves should have.

But what is surprising is that he has an eyepatch on his face like the pirate, and his left eye seems to be injured.

However, this unique decoration did not damage the cold aura of the man in front of him. Instead, it added a touch of fierceness to his slightly slender body.

"Are you from Azeroth?"

Blake looked up and down at the person in front of him, blinked and said:

"Are you a fellow countryman?"

"Well, fellow countrymen in a double sense."

The man replied:

"You and I come from the same hometown, and we have both spent our second lives in Azeroth. At the end of the story, we will also go to the same place.

Our life trajectories are very similar, so those two bastards sent me to greet you. "

"But I feel that you are here to beat me up. You are not friendly. Maybe it is because of my too close personal relationship with General Lilesa? Is that your mother?"

The abyss behind Lord Evil God unfolded, and the slender, weird and twisted shape of the void spread its teeth and claws, adding to his aura.

Faced with Blake's provocation, the cold handsome guy grinned.

As the power that chilled the stars to freeze was unfolding, the war sickle in his hand spun in a circle and was held by hands covered with frost armor. A layer of penetrating cold air overflowed from the tips of his hair. A frozen skull mask formed on his handsome face.

"Be confident, annoying classmate Black, don't feel it."

He said:

"I'm just here to beat you up!"

The next moment, red light flashed.

The starlight war scythe filled with cold air slashed head-on with the momentum of slicing the universe. Before the sharp blade arrived, the cold wind hit his face, and the evil god could not stand upright as if he had Mount Hyjal on his back.

But his reaction was still quick.

Not only did he see the demonic skeletons dotted on both sides of the scythe in the hands of the cold and handsome man, one was Lord Kil'jaeden and the other was Mr. Archimonde, but he also recognized the style and formation of this guy's attack.

Isn't this just the ordinary howling blast and annihilation strike of the death knights?

The moves are very common.

It's nothing more than a billion-point increase in strength, a billion-point increase in momentum, and a billion-point increase in power.

He didn't even bother to dodge such a crotch-stretching attack. If he just faced it head-on, he would just end up with his godhead chopped into pieces and reduced to ashes.

Small scene.

But the best thing is that now that I know the principles of these tactics and combat skills, it means that my long-unused Thief Truth can finally be put to use.

"boom"

Blake closed the two swords in his hands, and Salamani turned into a heavy sword with two hands and entwined the power of the void. He used an identical annihilation blow to strike first and then to confront the Windrunner Nizi who had been chopped off from the bottom up.

In addition to this battle of combat skills, there is also the arrival of the Silent One, whose appearance from the abyss has turned into substance, screaming thousands of truths at the damn guy in front of him.

It seems complicated, but it is actually just a way for both parties to greet each other.

Two figures passed each other amidst the sound of weapons clashing. The handsome elf boy stood up with his scythe folded. The skull mask on his face made a clicking sound, and a small piece of the cold ice was chopped into pieces.

Other than that, unscathed.

Lord Black behind him was a little worse.

His appearance of the Silent One, the Abyss, disappeared like smoke in the screams. His body like an evil dragon seemed to be crushed into powder by the great force of death, and the Moon God armor on his body was also forced to return to black under the pressure of thousands of blows in an instant. The posture of the owl armor already bears the desolate traces left by the cold wind in the north.

The Evil God’s beloved double blades were also screaming in pain.

The swords of Sharatol and Eremeni were shaking. Although the weapon master strengthened them so that they would not be cut off by that dangerous guy, the collision of the weapons gave the Blade of Sorrow an irresistible power of death. Add body.

"Master, be careful! You are no match for him!"

"This man is the incarnation of death! Even the most powerful Eternal One is not worthy to carry his shoes. He is the real Lord of Death!"

The warning from the double blades made Blake let out a sigh of relief.

He moved his trembling wrists to break the entire layer of frost covering his body, and then turned around to look at the handsome one-eyed elf behind him who was as cold as a vengeful undead.

He said:

"You walked the path of death? Did you conquer the Shadow Realm?"

"I am walking the path of death, just like Sargeras who only possesses the power of evil. When I was at this stage like you, I already controlled the power of death."

The handsome guy reached out and stroked his starlight sickle. He seemed to never be provoked by other people's words, always indifferent and always rational.

Waves of cold air overflowed from the broken skull mask, just like the last breath before death.

He explained in a calm tone:

"But my conquest has not been hindered by the Eternals, because in my world, there is no trace of the existence of the Firstborn. My conquests are lackluster and not as interesting as your stories in the Kingdom of Shadows."

"Oh, I understand, the poor kid didn't catch up with the version update."

The Pirate Pirate curled his lips.

The appearance of the abyss was broken, and although the void godhead was not damaged, it was not suitable to fight with it anymore, so he called the black moon to come and transformed himself into the arrogant moon shadow form like a pole dancer.

Just as he was about to step forward and engage in a few more moves with this handsome elf guy, and then give in gracefully, the guy in front of him unexpectedly gave a sarcastic smile, and stretched out his hand to flick his finger in front of Blake's surprised or horrified gaze.

A round of bright moonlight casts down, covering the powerful handsome boy of death with a layer of "Moon Armor" again in an extremely gentle manner. It is obvious that the latter controls the force of death, which is opposite to the life force represented by the moonlight, but this Under the moonlight for a moment, the two completely different forces merged perfectly together in a "mellow" gesture.

"Elune?"

Blake scolded:

"Can you have some backbone? Hey, you are my boss! Shouldn't you stand by me in this situation? Why did you rebel and surrender to the enemy?

Although he is half as handsome as me, he is not a white-haired beast!

Wake up! "

"Stop shouting, you vulgar fellow."

The handsome death guy said coldly:

"This is not the Elune you are familiar with. Let's get to know each other again, my little fellow. My name is Tyrion Dawnblade, son of Lyretha Windrunner, Lord of Death, and King of Darkblade.

And, the adoptive father of Star Soul Elune.

You little guy actually used my daughter's power against me? You are truly the ultimate court jester, and you are truly unparalleled at making people laugh.

I almost laughed at you.

Come on, work harder. "

"What are you talking about in your sleep?"

Blake scolded:

"Elune is not a star soul, she is the goddess of life, you fake fan!"

"Shua"

The wind of trouble set off by the moonlight battle scythe, like the gentlest cold wind, circled around the pirate master, causing the long golden and white hair to fall and fly.

The Lord Dawn Blade in front of me was spinning the Starlight War Scythe and said in a playful tone:

"When will you understand that although we are both from Azeroth, our stories are different and our worlds are also different. In my case, my Elune is the star soul.

Of course, she is also the future goddess of life. "

"Parallel universe? Nozdormu over there seems to have mentioned this concept. Has Aman'Thul's time network evolved to this point?

It's really surprising.

Hey, Blade of the Dawn, I'm becoming more and more curious about your story. Your last name is not Windrunner, but you call General Lyressa your mother. Are you an adopted son?

The one who was born with both parents dead?

Cool, this saves a lot of trouble. "

The pirate master breathed a sigh of relief.

The cold guy opposite started chatting.

This is a good sign. Judging from his many years of provocation experience, this battle may not be fought.

Well, that's a good thing.

To be able to use the power of death to such a shocking level, this guy must have experienced countless life and death battles.

He is definitely different from me, the wise fighting sect like me who always uses wisdom to solve all problems but rarely goes into battle personally. This guy is definitely the template of the dark slasher king who suffers a lot and has deep hatred.

There is no need to take action against enemies that can be dealt with through chat. After all, he came here to build relationships with unfriendly fellow villagers in preparation for entering a higher dimension to start a new business, and he did not come here specifically to fight.

What's more, this is really unbeatable.

"Don't worry, Black Shaw, we have enough time to get to know each other, and I am happy to tell you my story. Of course, the Dream God has a complete record of my life, and you can read it at any time."

Tyrion Dawnblade said calmly:

"But before that, I must first release the anger in my heart about your disrespectful behavior towards my mother and your dirty little thoughts.

Please forgive me for being rude, but this is what my wife asked for, and you should understand that this is a request that cannot be refused. "

"Ah? Brother, do you also have such unspeakable secrets?"

Blake blinked his eyes, threw away his double blades calmly, raised his hands, and said:

"Can I ask, who is your wife?"

"Well, of course I can tell you."

Seeing how sensible Pirate Pirate was, the skull mask on Lord Dawn Blade's face also dissipated in the cold wind, and he said softly:

"Alleria Windrunner is my soul mate. Unlike you, who is such a sentimental bastard, I have always been a consistent person."

"Wait! I found Hua Dian!"

Blake exclaimed:

"So you are a beast who married your sister! Ha, I knew that none of us fellow villagers are serious, uh, wait, I suddenly realized that I am so pathetic.

In order to humiliate you, you have to admit that I am also a beast.

But since we are of the same mind, please be gentle, okay? Don't use weapons, this handsome face won't look good if it has scars. "

"certainly."

Lord Dawn Blade put away the war scythe in his hand and moved his fists towards Black. When he got close enough, the pirate suddenly discovered a pair of very delicate black and white rings on this guy's fingers.

That thing is obviously not a product of the Azeroth universe. One black and one white correspond to death and life.

This thing looked very familiar to Blake.

He asked quietly:

"Black and white light ring? Where did you get it?"

"Um."

Tyrion raised his fist and said expressionlessly:

“You can think of this as an employee benefit.”

"puff"

Salamaini, who was left behind, was like a dragon emerging from the water. At the signal from Blake's eyes, he pierced the front and back of this dangerous man one after another.

The penetration goes deep and is almost merciless.

But Lord Black, who succeeded in the sneak attack, had no joy at all on his face.

Because he saw the expressionless Lord Tyrion's body collapsing like quicksand in front of him, while the real God of Death stood in front without moving a step at all.

Okay.

It looks like a ruthless slasher, but actually it is all black when cut open. This is also an old silver coin.

"I knew it."

Blake took off his weak posture that made people relax their vigilance. He raised his war-filled double blades and complained:

"None of us guys from the same place are serious people. Come on, let's have a good fight on the condition of Windrunner's mother's future emotional belonging.

Tyrion Dawnblade, your posturing has angered me.

I am determined to be your stepfather! "

The two guys from different Azeroth took hold of their weapons again, and the two auras became sharper and more deadly in the confrontation. Lord Dawn Blade still had the same Sima face, but his one eye was obviously filled with... Seriously angry look.

And Black is also willing to fight for it.

Although I can't beat it.

But it's not his style to just admit defeat.

"Ha! I won! Quick, give me the money!"

Just when the two were about to start filming again, the starry sky projection in the background suddenly disappeared at this moment.

A whistling voice shouted with joy:

"I just said, although that guy is a bad guy, he has a lot of strength in his bones. Not only will he not give in, but he will fight to the end, even if he is beaten all over his head.

Well, I like this nasty bastard, he's much more likable than the serious Dick.

Give me money quickly!

You bastard, don't even try to renege on your debt, I won. "

"I didn't say I wouldn't give it."

Another calm voice sounded then, with a hint of exhaustion and helplessness. The third guy who appeared said:

"And I didn't agree to this bet from the beginning. You were just jumping up and down there by yourself. Are you really too busy? Dick has been missing for so long. If you really have nothing to do, can you go find him?"

That was an important figure in the Fellows Association, and it was very difficult for us to just disappear like that. "

"I told you not to look for it! That guy committed suicide. He always felt that his past was not perfect enough, so he decided to wipe his neck and start over again. I tried to persuade him many times but couldn't stop him.

Besides, I’m looking for someone to come here. "

In the midst of such a commotion, Black stood on tiptoes to look past the Dawn Blade with murderous intent in front of him and towards the castle hall in the back where the warm fireplace was burning.

In the flickering orange firelight, two men's figures were sitting opposite each other by the fireplace, with a finished chess game between them.

They were talking about something Blake couldn't understand.

But those two guys were obviously friendlier than the cold handsome guy in front of them.

So Blake rolled his eyes, waved his hand and said:

"Hey, fellows, I finally meet you, why don't you introduce yourself? My name is Black Shaw, a professional pirate, I am male and my hobby is female. What about you?"

"Save it, don't try to drag us into the water, little fellow."

The man in front of the fireplace, wearing a unique dark red robe and a tired look, was holding a tea cup without looking at Blake. The uniquely dressed old man closed his eyes and said:

"You are not one of us until Tyrion beats you into submission."

"You have to get out of the cradle on your own, that's the rule."

Another guy wearing a gray casual suit, with an aura similar to that of some big brothers with hairtail tattoos on their shoulders, also leaned on the sofa and said in a casual tone:

"Don't worry, little fellow, I will be responsible for dragging you out of this 'war shackles' arena before you are really beaten to death. You will be beaten before entering the brotherhood.

Well, this is also the rule.

I beat Dawn Blade when he came, and we beat Merlin twice when he came. He even slapped me so that I remember it till now, and I actually...

Well, I never got beaten because that noob Dick couldn't beat me.

Well, I think it is most likely that he chose to leave our warm little home for this reason. "

The guy shrugged, waved to Blake and said:

"As you can see, everyone has been having a hard time recently, so they are just pointing at you for fun, so behave decently! Oh, by the way, my name is Seb.

Seb Hawke.

Thanks to his brothers, he is currently the eldest brother of the fraternity. "

Lord Evil God was completely helpless.

He curled his lips and said:

"Your corporate culture is really bad! I don't mean anything else. I just want to ask, is it too late for me to quit now?"