Shadow Trails in Azeroth

Nathanos, who was standing outside and had completed a wonderful battle with Black in the east and west, quickly walked into the damaged church with his bow in hand.

He glanced at the strange and evil-looking dagger that was thrown at the edge of the church. When he saw it, a vague voice suddenly sounded in Maris' mind.

Tempting him to pick up the weapon.

The voice promised him that it would give Maris everything he desired.

Even obscene, in the spirit of Nathanos, Ms. Sylvanas's perfect and alluring beauty is outlined.

"enough!"

The ranger held his head, scolded, swung out the flying knife from his waist, and accurately knocked the evil weapon on the ground to a further corner.

"What an evil weapon."

Nathanos cursed and walked quickly to Black.

He half-knelt there, sizing up the situation of Natalie Serling in front of him, and saw the wound on Natalie's abdomen at a glance. The strange situation made the ranger take a breath.

Natalie had been stabbed in the back by one of her own without any warning, and the wounds pierced by the rebellious sharp blades had almost completely severed her organs.

It would be difficult for ordinary people, even warriors with strong vitality, to survive such injuries. The reason why she has persisted until now is inseparable from the path she has taken.

In addition to the Holy Light, the shadows are protecting her.

Or change it to a more appropriate name, the power of the void.

There was substantial dark magic flowing in the horrific wounds on her waist and abdomen, like a thick "glue" that forcibly held her broken organs together.

In this weird way, she maintained her dying life.

This must be some weird healing technique of the shadow priests, but it makes Nathanos' scalp tingle, and every time the living shadow changes shape, it makes people feel uncomfortable all over.

It also made him doubt whether Natalie Serling, who was so integrated into the shadows, could still be rescued?

"Holy Light, a basic Holy Light spell that any priest can use, don't tell me you don't know it."

Next to the ranger, Blake was using a very unsightly gesture to press Natalie, who was weak and left her last breath, to the ground.

The demonic strike, which was already sharp and now still entangled with the shadow blade, was pressed between Archbishop Selin's eyes.

With just a little force from the pirate, the thing would pierce her skin, pierce her skull, and completely kill her.

The pirate had just noticed the condition of her wound, and said in a calm tone:

"Shadow Healing is magical, but at most it can only keep your condition from getting worse. If you want to truly heal your injuries, you have to use the power of the Holy Light.

Faao said that you are one of his most proud disciples. Come to think of it, even such a near-death injury can be cured with your attainments in the power of holy light. It just takes a while. "

"I can not do it!"

Natalie didn't seem to notice the blade parked on her forehead.

She spoke in a difficult tone, with a cry of loss:

"I tried. In this tomb I prepared for myself, I tried. Before the idol, I laid down Xal'atath, and I prayed for the healing of the Holy Light.

I want to return to the warmth that once enveloped me in the Holy Light.

But it didn't respond.

I have lost the blessing of the Holy Light, the cause I have sworn to fight for my whole life has been destroyed by my own hands, and my faith has been shattered.

Just kill me.

A monster like me is no longer worth saving. "

"Isn't it easy to want to die? But since I accepted the mission from the Pope, I have to talk about professional ethics."

Blake stared into Natalie's eyes. He could sense the confusion and helplessness in the pastor's heart without asking.

Probably because she had just escaped the mental control of the Blade of Xalatath Dark Empire, she did not behave like a highly respected archbishop.

It's more like a poor girl who looked back on what she had done when she woke up from a nightmare, and was frightened by her own evil.

"boom"

Blake took something out of his bag and threw it next to Natalie.

It was a book stained with blood.

There was still plasma left on the black cover, which looked damaged and dirty.

"I got this book from your crazy followers. But the teachings in the book were written by you, and the wisdom of light and shadow was also taught to them by you.

Although you were also in a state of mind control at that time.

But from my understanding of Xal'atath, it does not force a person's consciousness to change. In other words, the knowledge is learned and mastered by yourself. "

Blake stood up and kicked the blood-stained book to Natalie Serling's hand.

He said to the woman in front of him:

"When you held Xal'atath, your faith was no longer pure light. You created a new faith for yourself. When you wrote this book, you were no longer theirs. One member.

After taking a great step, he was frightened by himself and lamely tried to become one of those blind fools and continue to pray with the teachings of the Holy Light Priests.

If I were the Holy Light, I would ignore you. "

The pirate took out a pocket watch from his arms and waved it in front of Natalie's eyes. He looked at the book and said:

"You once believed that Holy Light was not the only answer. You believed that priests of the Way of Light and Shadow could use the power of Holy Light and Shadow at the same time. You believed that you could find a balance between light and shadow.

So, now, after stripping away the influence of Xal'atath's monster on you, it is time to test whether the doctrine you created is correct.

You have ten minutes to release a Holy Light spell, otherwise, I will regretfully take a woman's body back with me.

I hope old man Faao will not deduct the remuneration he deserves from me. "

After saying that, Blake picked up his pipe, ignored her, turned around and walked towards the evil dagger that was knocked away by Nathanos.

The ranger glanced at Natalie Serling, who was sitting cross-legged on the ground, blankly holding the dark scripture in her hand. The kind-hearted ranger originally wanted to say a few words of comfort.

But he thought of his previous lesson, so he shut up and walked over to Blake.

He saw the pirate squatting down and reaching out to try to touch the evil dagger, so he asked:

"You are not such a patient person, and she is not your relative. I thought you would kill her decisively when she said that she was no longer loved by the Holy Light."

"Hey, what kind of monster image do I have in your mind?"

Black glanced at Nathanos and said:

"I occasionally show kindness, okay? Besides"

He sat cross-legged behind him, glanced at Natalie, who was reading the scriptures, and said softly:

"This woman has been with this evil thing for almost three or four years, and she can still maintain basic sanity, which is beyond normal.

It stands to reason that she should have lost her mind and gone completely crazy under the mental bombardment of Whispering in the Void.

There is a highly skilled witch doctor on my ship. Just looking directly at the creation of the void, his sanity was completely shattered and he became crazy.

But Natalie Serling, holding an evil object made from the remains of the ancient gods, has been fighting the orcs for so long. It is not too much to praise her with a "will as strong as steel".

Even this will is worthy of my being open to her.

And the teachings of light and shadow she preached.

The old man Faao commented that it was a radical, dangerous, and very cool doctrine that would attract many blind people who were unable to distinguish the difference between light and shadow to follow him.

I need that influence. "

Blake withdrew his gaze. Under Maris's gaze, he held the strange-looking evil dagger in front of him in his hand and said:

"I asked old man Fao to help me, but if the old man can't help me, I will have to roll up my sleeves. Natalie Serling, the Mother of Shadows, will be my best helper.

Let evil fight evil, and let evil and evil perish together.

Like those ignorant good people under the sun, there is no need to dirty their hands."

"That dagger."

When Nathanos saw Blake standing up and walking out of the church, he asked:

"How are you going to deal with it?"

"Don't worry, I won't take this kind of evil thing with me."

The pirate waved his hand and said:

"But before I take it back to Old Man Fao, I have to 'deal' with it to prevent it from hurting more people. Don't follow me, Maris.

If you accidentally see my dark secret, I will have to kill you.

Watch her here for me.

If she hasn't released the Holy Light Technique after ten minutes, then she is useless, kill her! "

——

Blake moved through the shadows.

In his hand was the evil object that had put Natalie Serling in this terrible situation.

This is a dagger.

But it is not used for assassination or close combat.

From Blake's professional perspective, the balance of this thing was a mess, and the bone blade was not strong enough to cut through the flesh and blood of a strong man, not to mention its lame weight.

It's not a weapon for assassins at all.

This is a magic blade.

Its appearance, how should I put it, is actually pretty good-looking.

The whole body is in an S shape, with the crescent-shaped upper end being shaped into a large arc of the blade, while the slender curved lower end is shaped into a hand guard.

Connected to the handle of the knife, there is a polished eyeball pattern on the central axis.

This is a one piece build, not a combination of parts.

Its material is some kind of weird skeleton, boiling with never-ending dark power.

The whole body is blue and purple, with black embellishments. There are faint blue runes on the blade. It is no exaggeration to say that it is like a piece of art. Of course, it also has traces and minor gaps left after being washed by time.

It's called Xal'atath, Blade of the Dark Empire.

Anyone with even a passing familiarity with the power of the void in Azeroth knows the weight of this name.

The fact that it can be named the Dark Empire, which was formed by the Void Creatures in the barbaric era before ancient times and almost swallowed the world, proves the extraordinary nature of this weapon.

It has its own thoughts, derived from the dark things hidden in the blade.

This sharp blade allows its owner to see visions of the Dark Empire. Every story associated with it warns its holder not to pay attention to its mad whispers, let alone believe its lies.

"The Blade of the Dark Empire is just the name of the knife."

The pirate held the dagger and quickly returned to the center of the ruins of Night Town. There was still blood left from the previous massacre here. He stood in front of the blood-stained altar of the crazy believers.

He lowered his head and touched the unusually silent dagger in his hand, and in the quiet and panic-inducing midnight, said to the weapon:

"Your name is Xal'atas.

You are so alive in the hands of others, and you will use your magnetic and sexy voice to do everything possible to guide their souls to fall.

But you are so silent in my hands.

Pretending that you can't speak or reveal the dark secrets in your heart, you're not even willing to call me Drake, which makes me feel like you're not interested in me.

So sad.

Is my delicate soul so unattractive? "

The pirate placed the dagger on the blood-stained altar in front of him. He made a sincere expression and said to the dagger in front of him in a disgusting manner:

"Come on, talk to me."

"I am willing to dedicate myself to you, I am willing to become one with you, I sincerely say"

silence.

Such disgusting words, like pursuit, caused a long silence in the dark forest.

It wasn't until more than ten seconds later that a lazy and magnetic voice sounded in the darkness, with an uninspired temperament.

it.

No, she said:

"Another seed of corruption rooted in the illusion of power. A vigilant ghost, lingering in rage and growing in pain. Another prey of the God of the Abyss

Proudmoore, a sacrifice cursed and locked by the sea.

Hey, I hate you.

But I am also very happy that you have escaped the trap set for you with great joy. Your heart, stained with strong desire, has been opened to all possible roads.

Greedy soul, are you really willing to become one with me? "