Shadow Trails in Azeroth

Facts have proved that if you dare to provoke the legendary ranger, you will pay a price.

The stinky pirate who spoke out loud was beaten up by Windrunner's mother. Of course, with his current skills, it would not be so easy for the Ranger General to beat him up.

After nearly being hit in the head by a sniper arrow, Blake, whose muscles ached all over his body, finally completed today's blind-sense shooting and close combat training.

He dragged his tired body to the Alpaca and then returned to the Nagfar.

"boom"

The door to the captain's cabin was closed.

Black let out a sigh of relief and took off his cold disguise as a pirate commander. He reached out to remove the cursed vision from his eyes, then flipped his fingers, and a small bottle of blood appeared in front of his eyes.

The pirate stretched out his finger and flicked the vial containing blood.

He sat back on his vulgar and luxurious captain's chair, took out his magic notebook, put the small bottle of blood in his hand, and said:

"The blood of the elves has been retrieved. How should I carry out the ritual that turns my race into a half-elf?"

"The quality of this blood is too poor."

Xalatas, the eldest sister who lived in the pirate's heart, whispered in his ear:

"This is just the blood taken from Anaris Yuejun. That family has no other advantages except the so-called 'nobility' passed down for thousands of years.

There is neither the unique energy adaptability of the Highborne nor the alienated arcane affinity of the Nightborne.

Long-term incest has ruined them.

Are you sure you want to use this kind of blood?

Perhaps, you can wait a little longer. Aren't you going to return to Quel'Thalas with Lylitha Windrunner? I have stayed there too, my little master.

There are many legendary bloodlines in that magical country.

The blood of fire that flows in the veins of House Sunstrider, the blood of warriors of House Morning Walker, the blood of shadow of House Sangunar, or the blood of the wilds of House Windrunner.

These bloodlines are more valuable than this small bottle of blood in front of you. "

"Just because they have value, I can't ingest them."

Blake moved his fingers and whispered in the dark captain's cabin:

“The Proudmoore bloodline in me is no weaker than the bloodlines you listed above.

In the final analysis, this is an evil hemolytic ritual. I cannot risk destroying my own bloodline to fuse those powerful bloodlines. The reason why I chose Yuejun’s blood is because it has no characteristics.

It can preserve the purity of my bloodline to the greatest extent.

Speaking of which, Xal'atath, during this period, whenever I talk about this issue, you have been dodging and finding various reasons to delay. You don't seem willing to let me complete this ritual.

Did you guess something? "

Xal'atath was silent for a moment, then she sighed and said:

"Yes, I have my doubts, young master. I lost contact with you during the time when you walked into Elune's moonlight in the Vault of the Wardens.

I don't know what kind of knowledge you found in that small secret room, but I have reason to suspect that it is the power related to Elune.

I am protecting you, my dear Blake.

Although I don't know what Elune's true nature is, there is no doubt that she is a bitch, and her origin is related to the Shadow Realm.

I don't want you to be exposed to her power.

But I also know that you have always been as stone-hearted as ever. Once you make a decision, even the ten mammoths can't pull it back. So, are you sure you want to continue this adventure? "

"I'm sure. Tell me, what does this blood dissolving ceremony require?"

Blake picked up the quill, opened the notebook, and prepared to record.

A few seconds later, Xal'atas said calmly:

“The bloodline fusion ritual is the least difficult of all void rituals.

It first originated during the Dark Empire. At that time, the ancient gods' creations were already trying to create life with different postures by fusing their own blood of the void with living creatures.

The process is also very simple. You only need to borrow a trace of pure void power to complete the entire ritual easily, and no other materials are needed.

The "curse of flesh" that created many creatures, including humans, dwarves, and gnomes, is the culmination of this ritual.

I can give you the power of the void needed for the ritual now.

But you also have to tell me, my master, why on earth are you obsessed with converting your own race but not pursuing the advantageous talents of other races? "

After hearing Xalatath's question, the pirate took out the Moonlight Scripture he had copied from his magic bag and placed it on the table. He said:

"Perhaps this thing can answer your doubts."

"Watcher! Are you going to chase the power of the Black Moon from the Watcher?

You have actually obtained this top-secret inheritance! What did Maiev do? She had no right to call herself the Warden by leaking the Watcher's inheritance scripture so easily! "

Miss Void exclaimed, she said:

"No! Absolutely not! I won't allow it! This is a trap for you, don't step into it stupidly!

You have no idea the source of this dark moon phase! You have no idea the final fate of those who blindly pursue this path, those beings who are more talented than you!

Maiev is using this method to punish you. She knows that you can't stand the temptation of power, so she guides you on this path of no return. "

"Calm down, my servant."

Blake recorded the knowledge about the blood fusion ceremony. He wrote in increasingly beautiful handwriting while saying:

"You told me the legend about the 'Moonnight God of War' back in the Watcher's Cave. I already knew the connection between the two."

"But."

Xal'atath was at a loss for words for a moment.

She thought for a while and asked again:

"But haven't you been pursuing the path of the Loa spirit to become a god? You have been working hard to spread your reputation in the sea, isn't it just to prepare for your future promotion to Loa?

You have already chosen the path for yourself, why should you blindly pursue another path? The Moon Goddess of War is equal in power to the Loa, and you can only choose one of them. "

"I know you don't have to stress this over and over again."

Blake laughed and said:

"I have always been very clear about my future plans. I know what I want to do. In this regard, I don't need you to give me advice. Come on, give me the power of the void I need. I am going to perform the blood dissolving ceremony."

"Wait a minute!"

Xalatath stopped again:

"I have also heard about the Black Moon ritual of becoming a Warden, which also requires a thousand-year moon well. As far as I know, that thing is only found in the core area of ​​the Night Elf Moon Kingdom.

You can't go to Kalimdor or Val'sharah right now. You've offended the Kaldorei very badly on Watch Island. As long as you dare to get close there, the Silver Wing Sentinels will shoot you into a sieve.

Perhaps, you can postpone the hemolytic ceremony. There is no rush for this anyway, right?

Think about it patiently. As a loyal servant has doubts about the safety of his master, I still think you should not take risks at will. Elune is a weird thing filled with poison!

Any life that comes near her will end badly. "

"You don't have enough knowledge, my servant."

Black leaned on his chair and unfolded the map of Northrend at hand. He pointed at the core of the continent, clicked on it, and said to Xal'atath:

"The Thousand-Year Moon Well is indeed a sacred object of the Kaldorei, but it is not only found in their territory. As far as I know, there is a ruins of an upper elf city in the Crystalsong Forest at the core of Northrend. .

Shandara City.

It was a city that the Upper Elf Empire had used to store arcane artifacts and magical items. It was of the same nature as Elrethalas. It was destroyed in an accident more than six thousand years ago.

No one has disturbed it for thousands of years, and all creatures on this continent are afraid of it. There should still be the ruins of the Temple of Elune there, and there will always be a moonwell in the temple.

That is not a thousand-year moon well. As long as it has not dried up, it is a ten-thousand-year moon well.

It's enough to complete my Black Moon ritual.

Before returning to the Eastern Continent, I was able to successfully become a Watcher recruit.

You see, I had everything planned out.

Therefore, you have no reason to stop me, my dear Xal'atath, come on, be good, be obedient, and teach me this blood-dissolving ritual. "

"well"

Xal'atath sighed.

Under her whispered guidance, Blake pulled out the sharp fragment of Azzinoth, took off the protection of his shirt, and lightly slashed the blood vessels in his arm.

Then he poured the blood of the girl from Yue County onto the wound. As Xalatas integrated a ray of pure void power into Blake's body, the bleeding wound healed quickly.

But as the elven blood of Yue County surged through Blake's veins, a sharp pain burst out from his body.

He felt something strange happen under his skin, and his originally fair skin began to change into a darker color.

"Don't grow ears! Don't grow eyebrows! I don't want my appearance to change."

He said so.

Xal'atath let out a short laugh, and the loyal servant adjusted the evolution of the power of the void, causing Black's elongated ears to retract.

The pirates were not worried about Xal'atath taking the opportunity to cause harm.

This relic of the void is sealed in her body, and her place of residence has been stripped away. If something happens to Blake, she will face the threat of dissipating in Azeroth.

And with her current weak void power alone, it is no longer possible to corrupt a life form like Blake, not to mention that the pirates still have sacred objects like Odin's Shield in their hands.

If he feels something is wrong, he can immediately terminate the void ritual.

In a few minutes of change, the pirate felt like dough, being kneaded and changed his shape. Xal'atas even laughed ambiguously and asked if he needed to take this opportunity to transform a certain part of his body. organ.

"Don't you guys all like to show off this?"

The young lady said very sinisterly:

"This is a rare opportunity, little master. I can imitate the specifications of the Minotaur or Vrykul thing, and help you make it more powerful while also improving its appearance to be 'handsome'."

"It's already very powerful, okay."

The pirate endured the pain and said:

"My head hurts. Stop messing around and get it over with."

"Haha, what you say is true."

Xal'atath said sarcastically.

A few seconds later, the power of the void was recovered, and Blake's vision changed. The translucent character card information also changed slightly:

Name: Black Shaw (Drake Proudmoore)

Race: Human/Half-elf

New racial specialties:

Magic Affinity: Slightly improve the control and destructive power of all magic skills

Advanced arcane resistance: The children of the night have consumed magic power for many years, giving them excellent resistance to arcane magic. When encountering arcane magic attacks, they have a high probability of being immune to a small amount of damage.

New racial skills:

Arcane Pulse: You can sense the flow of nearby arcane magic, and extract the surrounding magic to replenish yourself, or use it to apply energy pulses to enemies within ten yards, interfering with their actions, and causing a [trap] effect.

"this"

Blake blinked, took out a piece of original magic crystal knocked from the magic hub in his bag, activated the racial talent of arcane pulse, and suddenly drew a burst of magic power into his hand.

Just like eating candy, throw it into your mouth.

Um.

This smells so weird.

Take another bite.

After a few seconds, he ate all the magic power and commented:

"The taste of eating raw magic power is so bad. How can those children of the night eat it? But this is really a change of race. Even the children of the night have the ability to directly eat magic power."

"Do you regret it?"

Xalatath whispered in his ear in a mean tone that pirates often use,

"If you had used the blood of Kael'thas Sunstrider just now, you might be able to throw two pyrotechnic fireballs on the spot. The flaming blood of the Sunstrider family is no joke.

If I could get the pure Sun Chaser blood, I could create a dozen high-level Phoenix mages on the spot. "

"Okay."

The pirate replied harshly.

He glanced at the talent column of the character card again. After the blood dissolving ceremony was completed, the entry of Proudmoore's bloodline, which was the core of Blake's current greatest combat power, was not affected.

This relieved him.

The next moment, his eyes fell on the map of Northrend in front of him. He picked up his quill, drew a red circle on the defense of Crystalsong Forest, and said:

"Then, the next target is the ruins of Shandara. By the way, I can also go to the Grizzly Bear Hills. If I'm lucky, I can meet another soul beast.

Um.

But we've already gone to Grizzly Hills, so why not go to nearby Zul'Drak? There are two more over there. "

"Um?"

The pirate's soliloquy made Xal'atath groan in confusion.

She asked:

"You all know that the black dragons are going to cause trouble in the Eastern Continent. Northern Xinjiang will be very lively during this period. If you don't join in the fun, why are you staying in Northrend?

Have you changed your temper? "

"What do you know, my stupid and ignorant servant."

The pirate rolled up the map, took today's homework, and opened the magic test paper casually. He began to answer the questions and said:

"Big shots are never late for a banquet, but they are never early, either. They always appear at the most appropriate time.

Be patient, I will eventually make my appearance in the storm that will affect the entire human world in the northern border of the Eastern Continent. "