Shadow Trails in Azeroth

The Obsidian Holy Land is an extra-large dragon's nest.

It is not like other dragon holy places where there are special dragon guards patrolling the periphery. It just looks like an abandoned place.

There is naturally a reason for such dilapidation and desolation. It is all because in the ancient war 10,000 years ago, Neltharion, the king of the black dragon, played a "big game".

Its defection on the battlefield and the Dragon Soul, the special anti-dragon attack weapon in its hand, caused heavy losses to the five-color dragon army in a short period of time.

The one who has a say in this is the Blue Dragon Legion.

More than 10,000 years ago, although the number of the Blue Dragon Legion was small, it was not cherished to the point of being on the verge of extinction now. It was because of Neltharion's attack on his teammates that he almost brought down the entire Blue Dragon Legion on the spot.

The psychological shadow left on Malygos that day continues to this day.

If it hadn't been for the sudden return of Little Star and the blue dragon of Azure Habitat, Malygos would have gone crazy due to psychological pressure in at most twenty years, and almost caused a world-destroying event.

From this point of view, no matter how much treasure the pirates ask for from the Magic Legion, it is appropriate and reasonable!

It was the little star he found and sent back that saved the Spellweaver's precarious mind.

And because of Neltharion, the king of the black dragons, his "coquettish operations" back then caused his black dragon army to become traitors to the dragon army for the next 10,000 years.

I had to live in anonymity.

Whenever something happens in the mortal world, no one else needs to take action. The blue dragons, who hate the black dragons so much, are absolutely willing to eliminate the evil themselves.

However, it is precisely because of this attitude of "eliminating all evil and killing them all" that thousands of years later, the black dragon has become the dragon most closely connected with the mortal world.

They need to rely on the development of the mortal world and civilization to hide their traces.

Moreover, under the background that Deathwing caused great troubles and caused the Black Dragon Legion to be hunted down and exterminated, the black dragons have given up living in groups and turned to mind their own affairs.

The current scene of a dozen adult black dragons gathering together for a conference is absolutely rare in today's era.

The things they discuss are indeed important.

At least Blake could be informed of the black dragons' action plan so that they could prepare in advance. At this moment, he was sitting cross-legged next to the large magma pool in the Obsidian Dragon Holy Land, frowning and thinking about how to use this matter.

Then the work of collecting the dragon bones will naturally be left to his servants.

Fortunately, Black actually has quite a few servants.

The little fish man was severely intimidated by pirates just now. He will work very hard to prove his loyalty. He drags a magic suitcase and wanders around the Black Dragon Holy Land, throwing away some good-quality black dragon bones. In the luggage.

Like a scavenger.

As for the large piece of keel, Benbolba couldn't lift it, so he gave it to the pirate's demon servant Clinflan.

This very large elite demon guard also carried a specially brought magic bag, and specially selected the large dragon bones that had not yet been weathered and threw them into the bag.

While searching, I also complained.

It was in devilish language, as noisy as a tape being played backwards.

He was probably scolding his master in a low voice for letting such a fierce warrior do a job that any scavenger could do.

The best and freshest dragon bones need to be obtained from the large magma pool in the Obsidian Holy Land.

The way black dragons die naturally is to sink themselves into the magma in the center of the earth, allowing the magma to dissolve their flesh and blood, leaving the purest keel bones to be burned in the flames.

In this way they return their essence to the world.

However, few black dragons in these ten thousand years died of natural causes, so most of the dragon bones in the magma pool of the Obsidian Dragon Holy Land were left over from the era ten thousand years ago.

It can only be said to be barely usable, not very good, but with the current strength of the pirates, there is no way to kill a few black dragons and carve out the bones for their beloved ship.

Naturally, the "technical job" of extracting the keel from the magma pool must be left to professionals.

"Black Eye" Glazer, a big-eyed demon who is good at magic, is floating on the magma pool. He uses his seven eyes to shoot magic beams that can destroy objects. He takes out one piece of the hot magma and bathes in the magma for thousands of years. The unchanging keel.

Several ferocious black dragon heads were also extracted from the bottom of the magma pool, set aside, allowed to cool down, and then stored.

"These keels have been soaked in magma for too long, and they have lost their shocking power essence. These keels can only allow your ship to complete the most basic strengthening.

If you want the Nagfar to become the 'disaster' of the Endless Sea, you can't rely on these things. "

Xal'atath whispered in Black's ear:

"And different keels have different power essences. You have to set the direction of growth for your ghost ship. Just like you pursue the three powers of shadow, life and shadow, your ship also needs to move in a specific direction. strengthen.

Want me to give you some advice? little Master. "

"unnecessary."

Blake was awakened from his thoughts by Xal'atath.

He glanced at the progress of his three servants' work, then took out a bottle of rum from his bag, bit open the cork, and said to Xal'atas casually:

"No matter how good the advice you give is, it is still in the future. The only keels I can find and use with great fanfare are those of the black dragons.

Do you think I don't know that these keels are in terrible condition?

There's nothing we can do about it. We have to eat our food one bite at a time, so now we can only make do with it. "

"But there are quite a few dragons who died accidentally."

Xal'atath ignored the pirate's complaints and said:

"I know that the places where several famous dragons died are in very remote places. You can fetch them without alerting the dragon army."

"What do you know, but I don't know?"

The pirate curled his lips, took a sip of wine, and said:

"Is Ice Queen Sindragosa powerful enough? Her bones are now in Icecrown Glacier. I know the hiding place better than you, but do I dare to get it?

If I get close enough, the Spellweaver will swallow me whole.

The same goes for the keel bones of several other dragons that died unexpectedly. They seemed to be left unattended, but as long as I dared to touch them, they would immediately lead to disaster. These dragons are very smart.

Don't give me blind ideas, I understand your little thoughts very well.

But at this stage, I have to be more steady. "

"Huh? Little Master, you mean, risking being discovered by the Dragon Sleeping Temple, and coming to the Dragon Holy Land to steal the dragon bones is called 'steady'? Tsk tsk, your brain circuit is really different from ordinary people."

Xal'atath mocked:

"I think you're just a coward."

"This is called wisdom, you don't understand."

Blake didn't care about the sarcasm of the black-hearted young lady. He rubbed his chin and said:

"I wonder if my good friend Meri Dongfeng's adventure in the Temple of Atal'Hakkar is over? Now that he has gone there, he will definitely encounter the corrupted green dragon guarding there.

Although there are only four young dragons, their keels can also be used by the Nagfar. That was a live dragon that had just been killed, and its life essence must be very full and abundant.

If the green dragon keel used by the Nagfar is enough, it may have the ability to project dreams in the future.

A ghost ship traveling in a nightmare, cool! "

"But do you dare to use it?"

Xal'atath said quietly:

"Once those keels corrupted by nightmares are installed on the Nagfar, everyone on your ship will be exposed to nightmare infection. You don't have to be afraid, you are my favorite little master, and I will protect you. Seduced by that bitch N'Zos.

but others

There is nothing I can do.

But it’s not a bad thing to gain a group of servant pirates corrupted by the void.

I can teach you how to strengthen them, my little master. As long as they give up their mortal appearance, the incompetent pirates under your command will instantly become several times stronger. "

"A bunch of pirates with JB faces and big eyes?"

Blake thought about that scene, suddenly shuddered, shook his head and said:

"Forget it, forget it, I'm so disappointed. I remember you said before, can you create a half-dragon?"

"Yes."

Xal'atath laughed briefly and said:

"You only need some essence of dragon blood, combined with some mysterious rituals, to give your pirates the enhanced effect of dragon blood. As far as I know, the black dragons also have a tradition of making dragon blood servants.

They distribute their power among their human pets to win the allegiance of the ignorant. "

"You can have this."

Blake snapped his fingers, and a great plan took shape in his mind. He reached out and stroked the cooled lava keel next to him, and said:

"The black dragons are going to cause trouble in the northern Xinjiang. They want to assassinate Lothar. If I can intervene and take the opportunity to kill a few of them and then skin them and cramp them, the fresh keels will definitely satisfy my ghost ship.

And those dragon blood can bring me a group of subordinates who are not so useless.

There are also two legendary hand crossbows that I am preparing to make that require dragon tendons, so I can also get them during this opportunity.

Wow, when you think about it, Black Dragon is full of treasures! "

"Quack gua gua"

While the pirates were discussing evil matters with Xal'atas, the little murloc ran back with a croak and flatteringly offered a treasure, holding a dusty gem in his paws and offering it to his evil master.

Blake took the thing in his hand and blew on it.

After the petrified dust dispersed, the irregular gem revealed a shadow-colored light. It was held by the pirate, and the entry was projected on the translucent character card:

Unpolished Origin Gem

Legendary quality·Materials

Item Description:

This is a strange gem that can only be born in the Deep Rock Continent in the elemental realm, where Deathwing and his tribe live. It contains the essence of the black dragon and is also a symbol of the authority of the Earth Guardian.

Because he was born in the realm of elements, he has the power to manipulate elements.

Black dragons regard it as a unique crafting material.

They will use the source of gemstones to make unique black dragon holy objects and infuse their power into them. However, the use of this gemstone is only spread among the elite members of the Black Dragon Legion.

"Yo, nice stuff."

Blake's eyes lit up with a fleeting light after he saw the gem that had lost all power. The Origin Gem in his hand reminded him of an artifact he had left behind, related to the end of the Black Dragon Legion.

"I'll reiterate again, Black Dragon's whole body is full of treasures!"

The pirate laughed sinisterly, tossed the source material gem in his hand up and down, and threw it into his magic bag. He looked down at the little fishman who looked at him with wide eyes.

Say to it:

"You walk around the Obsidian Holy Land to find this kind of gemstone. I need 333 of them. Well, that's the number. One less won't work."

"Quagua?"

Hearing this exaggerated demand, the little fish man was dumbfounded. He spread his paws and jumped and barked at Blake a few times.

I think you, the stinky pirate, are just trying to make things difficult for me, the treasure-hunting murloc!

With the Black Dragon Holy Land in such a withered and dilapidated state, you would be lucky to find even one or two. If you ask for three hundred and thirty-three, there are still some scattered ones.

What do you want to do?

"Haha, just kidding, try your best to find it."

Blake shook the wine bottle in his hand, waved to the little fish man and said:

"This kind of thing must be stolen from the black dragons. I haven't expected to dig out the grave yet. Go ahead, go look for it quickly. If you find a few more, I won't pursue the previous matter.

I mean it. "

He drove the little fishman away and looked back at the magma pool behind him.

The Big Beholder has stirred up the large magma pool like a pot of boiling dragon bone soup, and almost all the usable dragon bones have been fished out.

"What do you want that gem for?"

Xalatath was confused and said quietly:

"The Semen Gem is a sacred object of the Black Dragon. They call it the gift of the earth. Apart from the Black Dragon, other races cannot use it. The power contained within it cannot be extracted and shaped by mortals at all."

"I have my own usage, and I want to use them to create a pair of legendary weapons that only belong to me. I have come into contact with quite a few legendary weapons. The weapons left by others are easy to return, but there are always problems of one kind or another. .

It is best to tailor-make something like this for your own use. "

The pirate didn't hide it either, saying to Xal'atath:

"My two war blades will be forged in Deathwing's despair. They will be born by drinking the blood of the Dragon King. They will be the most suitable assassin artifacts for me.

It will become a symbol for me and a nightmare for my enemies.

I even have names for them already figured out. "

"You always have so many weird ideas, and each one of them is beyond ordinary people's imagination."

Xal'atath complained:

"Everyone else is thinking about how to stay as far away from Deathwing as possible, but you take the initiative to approach it. You are such a mysterious man. I really want to devour you more and more."

"There is no need to praise me like this again and again."

The pirate waved his hands modestly and said:

"Your compliments like this will make me feel proud."

He turned around, snapped his fingers to his servant, and said:

"Come on, load up all the keels we collected. It's time for us to leave. If it's any later, the Nagfar will not let me on board because it's too impatient.

The water in the Endless Sea is very cold, so I really don't want to mess with it anymore. "