Shadow Trails in Azeroth

An ancient life that existed since the time of the Dark Empire, survived the War of Overlord, and experienced hundreds of thousands of years, fell to the weapons of the gods today.

After it let out its last low and unwilling whimper, the Void General burned most of its body and collapsed under the wash of water.

Like a mountain of flesh and blood filled with rotten and poisonous blood.

In the rushing water of the lake, he maintained the same posture as when he died, lifting the only broken big turtle into the air.

The pirates' killing feast also stopped at this moment.

Blake spread his limbs and fell into the icy water, feeling like he was coming home.

He moved comfortably, took another look at the warhammer in his hand that was about to extinguish its light, and casually threw it next to the huge body of Krasis, which was still exuding ominousness and coldness.

Blake had an "all goes well" smile on his face.

"Quack gua gua"

While the pirates were rising and falling in the water, amidst the familiar cries, the little fishman who ran to nowhere before jumped out with a sly look on his face, holding a large bag of things.

It swam quickly towards Blake from under the completely collapsed temple.

"good"

The pirate laughed and took the package from the fishman's hand. He calculated in his mind that the collapse of the lake's catacombs had already destroyed the valley.

The old lich teleported out with the great knight and the pope, and it would take at least ten minutes for them to come back and search.

It was enough for him to complete the ritual.

ceremony?

What ceremony?

Nonsense, do you need an explanation?

Of course it's the one left by the Zandalari Pirate King Zemlan, a ritual that can extract divine power.

It has not been a short time since Blake obtained this forbidden knowledge.

He was really eager to try the effect of this ritual and examine the reliability of Zemlan's "path to godhood".

He had been planning for this for a long time.

In this collapsed and silent underwater cave, what the pirates saw in front of them was a corpse filled with the power of the void and a weapon with the power of the Titans.

The divine power of these two is extremely close to the origin of the six powers.

At this point in time in Azeroth, it is really difficult for Black to find divine power that is as easy to obtain as them, but also very pure and powerful.

How could he miss these two good things?

Black took three convinced tool men and ran here after all the troubles. In an inaccessible place, he had a fight with a dangerous abyss creature.

Two powerful weapons were even promised as reward.

He gave so much.

Now, it's time to harvest the truly important treasure of this trip to Tirisfal.

"Go watch for me."

While Black took out various materials from the luggage brought by the fishmen, he gave instructions to Benbol Ba, who was curiously circling around the Silver Hand Warhammer and poking his head, wanting to touch the Searing Warhammer.

He pointed outside the collapsed temple and said to the little fish man:

"You go there and keep watch. If someone comes, call the police immediately."

"Quack"

The little fish-man straightened up, grabbed his own fish-man version of the Devil's Strike, made a sign of obedience to Blake, swung his body, plunged into the water next to him, and swam towards the ruins of the temple.

Blake was already familiar with the divine power extraction ritual left by Zemlan, and he quickly placed the materials on the huge corpse of Krasis.

This weird guy had just died, and his body was already showing signs of decay and weathering.

This is a sign of the loss of power within its body.

On the Silver Hand warhammer placed aside, the previously shocking power was also dissipating bit by bit.

That thing should be the last ray of divine power left in the weapon by Tyr, the God of Courage.

It was it that suppressed this Krasis for tens of thousands of years.

Now that Krasis is dead, this power has just been inspired by the holy light by Faao Mian again, and not much remains.

"Thankfully I prepared three copies."

The pirate chuckled, and first took the Silver Hand warhammer, whose power dissipates faster, and placed it in the circle of ritual materials. When he touched the warhammer, a reddish and orange light shone in the equipment slot of the character card.

Exactly the same light as Odin's Shield.

This weapon was created by a Titan and was held by a high-level Titan guardian. It was a genuine artifact in the eyes of mortals.

But in Blake's eyes, it was not even close to the level of an artifact.

"call"

The pirate took a deep breath.

The shadow power in his hand gathered into a sharp knife, and he slashed hard in the palm. As the five fingers were clasped, drops of blood dripped into the magic circle in front of him.

The cold, faint light illuminated the area that was being flooded by the lake as soon as the blood dripped.

The pirate half-knelt in the cold water, chanted the ancient troll spell, and then held his bloody palm on the handle of the Silver Hand's war hammer.

The remaining divine power that had lost its owner and was being lost was bound by the activated magic circle, and then squeezed out bit by bit through the medium of blood, and flowed into the pirate's body.

The power is searing.

Just like the holy eruption from the Silver Hand war hammer just now, the pirates felt that the flesh and blood that touched the hammer handle was hot, as if it was touching red-hot coals.

In front of him, the translucent character card interface seemed to be affected by this force, and there was a snowflake interference like the old-fashioned TV set with poor contact.

Under the pirate's gaze, a description appeared on the character card:

A small amount of high-level divine power injection

Discernment of divine power. Path of arcane power - Guardian of the Titans, Tyr, Lord of Order and Courage. Path of higher power - Guardian of the Pantheon, Aggramar.

Did not obtain the mythical rank.

The strength attribute does not match and cannot be converted.

"Shua"

After the extraction ceremony was completed in less than a minute, the pirate drew back his palm panting, and he could feel an extra strength in his body.

It cannot be used at all and does not amplify or strengthen him in any way.

On the second page of the character card, there is an additional column for "Divine Power", which contains the information and status of that divine power. The text is all gray.

Meaning Black himself cannot use it.

But it can be dispersed.

You can also choose to give it to something or someone.

The pirate glanced at his severely burned palm, and then at the Silver Hand hammer in front of him.

After Tyr's divine power was extracted, the warhammer remained unchanged in appearance and was still a powerful weapon with great power.

But it has lost that awe-inspiring feeling at first glance.

Its last connection with Tyr was severed, and it truly became a weapon.

But that's okay.

The pirates did not take anything from it. Even if Black did not extract it, this divine power would still dissipate in a very short period of time.

After all, Tyr, as the host of divine power, has been dead for tens of thousands of years.

"It's not a loss!"

The pirate rubbed his hands with a smile. Obtaining divine power was secondary. As long as it was proven that the divine power extraction ritual left by Zemran could be used, everything would be fine.

He wasted no time and quickly performed a second ritual on the corpse of Krasis, the void creation that had decayed slightly.

As before, cut the palm with a knife and activate the ritual with blood.

Then he placed his blood-covered palm on the huge body of Krasis in front of him. Soon, the second explanation appeared on the character card:

A small amount of high-level divine power injection

Discernment of divine power. Void (Shadow) power path - Commander of the Dark Empire Krasis, Zakaz. Higher level power path - Thousand Maw Demon - Yogg Saron

Did not obtain the mythical rank.

The strength attribute is consistent and is being converted.

"Buzz"

The experience this time was much more refreshing than before.

Although the high-level divine power of the void has become quite weak because the evil beast in front of him has been suppressed for hundreds of thousands of years, it is already very rich for Black, a pirate who is not even in the legendary realm. .

After all, in terms of life form level, the evil beast in front of him was definitely stronger than a demigod when it was at its peak.

Together with its companions, it can force a high-level guardian like Tire to self-destruct, which shows its strength.

The reason why it died today is simply due to bad luck.

First, he was brought to the verge of death by Tyr's self-destruction, and then suppressed by the seal of the Silver Hand's war hammer for tens of thousands of years.

When it was extremely weak, it finally managed to get a group of so-called mortals to supplement its "nutrition". As a result, he met a fierce man with barbarian blood like Emperor Thoradin.

It is unknown what rank the emperor held during his lifetime.

But just seeing that he has been a ghost for nearly three thousand years, but can still skillfully use the power of anger, and was personally invited to join the Hall of Valor by the terrible and arrogant King of War Odin, we know that Emperor Thoradin is definitely the kind of person who cannot be normalized. A monster warrior who looks upon him.

The Emperor fought to die together, and shot Zakaz in the head with a steel sword when he was weak.

And his steel sword Skamdo is no ordinary thing either.

According to the inheritance of the Vrykul people, that sword was probably also a Titan creation sequence, and was strengthened by the high elves with the magic power of the Sunwell.

This Krasis is very unlucky.

After being seriously injured in a row, he encountered Black dragging three legends to serve as tools, including a lich who was close to the Essence of Death.

The reactivated Silver Hand artifact exploded in the end, which was expected.

In short, the void divine power belonging to it was poured into the pirate's body bit by bit in a silent and nourishing way, through the ritual of extracting divine power.

It felt so good.

If I had to describe it, it was like a thirsty traveler walking in the desert who unexpectedly found a bucket of water when he was about to die. The pirate kept breathing.

His eyes turned pure black at this moment, like the color of the night, and the gathering shadows around him seemed to come alive, opening their arms to embrace Blake.

This shadow path is originally a part of the shadow power.

When the power of shadow reaches its extreme, it must step into this obscure realm that is deeper than the night.

The void is certainly not a good thing.

But the evil of creatures born from the void does not mean that the power itself is evil.

Just like the jigsaw puzzle Naaru, they are the creatures closest to the origin of the Holy Light born from the power of the Holy Light, but not every Naaru is a good person.

On the other side of the deepest shadow is the purest light.

This balance exists forever in all things.

After the extraction of divine power was over, the huge remains of Krasis in front of Black's eyes had turned into a group of gray-white skeletons that were collapsing and weathering in the water.

Like a corpse that had been weathered for tens of thousands of years, when the pirate breathed in front of him with malice, the bones in the water turned into debris and ashes, scattered in the cold water.

Blake moved his shoulders.

His vitality has become stronger, and the high-level divine power originating from the shadows has strengthened his body. Unfortunately, the power is too little, and it is not enough to push his body into a legend.

Far from enough.

He glanced at his arms again. Shadows like black smoke wrapped around his arms, like an extension of flesh and blood.

As soon as his thoughts moved, he merged with the surrounding shadows.

In the talent column of the character card, the Shadow Affinity talent has disappeared, replaced by a new talent:

Night Walker.

No explanation is needed, the name says it all.

In the skill bar, the proficiency of stealth skills has stabilized at legendary, but it is still far away from the demigod level. The proficiency of all pirate skills has increased.

"Ah, where should I go to find another Void Herald who is as weak as you, like a lamb waiting to be slaughtered?"

The pirate swung his foot and kicked away the remains of the ceremony on the ground, letting them be washed away by the water. Then he raised his hand, grabbed the Silver Hand war hammer beside him, and put it on his shoulder.

Finally, he looked around and said with a sneer:

"Old Merry and His Holiness the Pope may think they have made a fortune. But they will never know what kind of treasure I found in this damn place."

The pirate raised his head and glanced at the crack above where water was still pouring down.

He blinked and raised his left hand towards the water splash, feeling the cold touch dripping on his palm. In this cold and dead underwater cave, in the shadows that are so dark that there is no light.

He said softly:

"That's my path to becoming a god."