Azeroth Shadow Trail

   Chapter 88 87. The real start of a career (Part 1)

   Ms. Aegwynn's friend came quickly.

   When Black and Garona left the side hall of the Tomb of Sargeras, they saw the arc light in the direction of the beach in their sight, which was the light lit by the Mage's teleportation.

   is like a flash of lightning, which is fleeting.

   "Let's go, Merry. The winter wind is here."

  The pirate pushed the blindfold he was wearing on his left eye. He took a few steps forward and looked back. Garona, who was also wearing a long hood, was standing there.

  The Orc Assassin looked back at the towering and huge ancient temple behind him. After Gul'dan's death, the fel fire that had not been ignited lingered on the temple.

   As if the lights were out.

   Let this ancient temple no longer have the magnificence of the fel wrapped like a fire before, as if returning to the desolate state of a ruin that has been abandoned for 10,000 years.

"What are you looking at?"

   Black asked.

  Garona shook her head, raised her shaky cloak, and wrapped her body, she pulled the hood down again, covering her eyes.

Say:

   "You said before that we recklessly rushed into this world without knowing anything about Azeroth,

   After experiencing what happened tonight, I begin to understand what you mean.

   In the depths of this tomb of the gods, what kind of thing exists?

  How many secrets are there in this world? "

   "A lot, definitely more than you think."

  Blake also seemed to be impressed. He glanced back at the dead tomb of the gods behind him, and then reached out and touched the skull of Gul'dan, which was hanging on his chest with a chain.

Say:

   "Gul'dan didn't come to the wrong place, there really is a way to become a **** hidden here, but unfortunately he studded all the cards in his hand at the wrong time.

  If he was patiently dormant, he carefully concealed his desire for betrayal.

   If he came here at another time, he actually had a good chance of succeeding. "

   "I feel you have something to say."

  Legendary Assassin glanced at Black, and she said:

   "What you are going to do now is no different from what Gul'dan did before tonight. He lost, lost everything, do you think you can win?"

   "If I told you that the success rate was 100%, it would be too arrogant."

The    pirate blinked, and like Garona, he pulled his hood to the part that covered his eyes, and then strode onto the way he left.

   He waved his hands without looking back and said:

   "So, be humble, I would say, ninety percent or more."

—

   "I hardly need to look with these rotten eyes to perceive that in this magic, you have used at least three wrong runes, even if my understanding of these warlock magic patterns is only a beginner's level.

I'm curious.

   Are you warlocks using fel energy so rudely?

   How did you reconcile the infestation of fel magic on your body? It's amazing how your magic doesn't seem to need to go through the harmonious resonance of the magic web.

   No wonder no nasty blue dragons appeared to punish you when you entered this world to spread war.

   Well, I already understand how this magic is released.

   Let’s change it.

   Show me a more obscure and advanced one. "

   When Blake returned to the coast, he saw his new subordinate, Diga Evil Eye, being asked by a strangely dressed guy, a little crazy.

   Warlocks are a bunch of misers who don't like to share knowledge with others.

  Evil Eye too.

   He hates others to spy on his evil knowledge. If he can, he will pick up his bone staff, beat up the **** who asks questions around him, and then take his soul as a collection.

   The problem is, he can't do it.

   The old **** next to him who is asking a lot of **** questions and his hair is falling out, is a legendary mage.

   He has almost no noticeable mana fluctuations.

   But looking at the beach more than ten meters away, there are more than fifty orc warriors of the Black-toothed Laughing Clan, imprisoned in arcane cages shining with purple arcs.

   That is the scene that this legendary mage made in less than 5 seconds after walking out of the portal.

   There will be more orc warriors crowding around this beach, and under the leadership of Reid Blackhand, they surround this place.

   But none of the warriors dared to charge.

   They understood it.

   This old, unremarkable old **** in front of him belongs to the kind of ruthless character who can tear everyone in the room into pieces just by throwing a random magic trick.

   "What are you doing all around here?"

  Black stepped into the orc's position, and the orc warriors around him were very dissatisfied to make way for him. The pirates were also very rude, and the opponent held a sword. Red Blackhand, who was eyeing the tiger, shouted:

   "Aren't you going to prepare for sailing?"

  Reid did not retreat.

   He will not retreat.

   Not because he planned to break the contract with Black, but mainly because his younger brother, the seriously injured Maim Blackhand, is now at the feet of that old bastard.

   He was being treated by an orc warlock, and Reid was worried that this abnormal human wizard would kill his brother.

   "Go back!"

   Seeing that Reid didn't respond, Blake's tone immediately became indifferent.

   He snapped his fingers and made a piercing action. The little murloc Benbolba next to Evil Eye immediately picked up his dagger, croaked and stabbed Maim's arm.

   This action aroused Reid's anger in an instant, and the other orcs surrounding him also roared and grabbed their weapons, wanting to follow the chief to rush up to fight to the death.

   "bass"

With the sound of    the sharp blade being unsheathed, a pure black two-handed war sword roared in front of Reid's eyes. It had a simple appearance, nothing fancy, and there was no cold light shining on the sharp blade. It was like a matte texture that revealed a heavyness.

   As soon as it appeared, some orcs exclaimed the name of the legendary blade Sank'su.

  Garona went into stealth under the watchful eyes of the public. The old human mage did not move. He didn't seem to notice the conflict here, and was completely immersed in the "magic communication" with the orc warlock.

   But on the other side of the beach, more than fifty orcs were imprisoned in arcane cages, representing his powerful deterrent.

  Black took a step forward, and the floating shadows gathered around him into a floating shadow battle suit. He stretched out his left hand and held it on the hilt of the blazing blade Sanksu.

   His eyes with blindfolds swept around, and he reached out and pulled out his face covering.

   revealed his burnt face that was recovering, but still hideous.

   he shouted sharply:

   "Greenskins, I, Blake Shaw! I'm the orc killer who made you terrified by word of mouth! I'm the assassin who killed you, the legendary swordsman Dal. Triple Bloodblade, and caused the Burning Blade clan to fall apart!

   I have killed Gul'dan tonight and wounded Cho'gall badly!

   What none of your clan did, I did alone!

   Now I have two legends on my side, plus me the orc killer.

   You only have more than 300 people, and there are more than 50 people who will die at any time! I know you all like to shout 'win or die', but see where you are!

   One step further, and there is no talk!

   Maim. Blackhand will be the first victim, but definitely not the only one! "

  Black grabbed the legendary blade that was stuck on the ground, folded his hands and held it in his hands. He looked at the black-toothed grinning orcs in front of him, and finally set his eyes on Reid.

   The eyes of the two met for a moment, and the pirate said in a deep voice:

   "You have no chance of winning!

   But now, we are faced with more dangerous opponents than Gul'dan, who hate all living and will show up at any time, we need to put aside their hatred for a while and unite.

  Red Blackhand, you have suffered heavy losses tonight. As a chief, you should think about the rest of your clan and your younger brother.

  Go back and prepare for a long voyage.

   I only say it once! "

  Red looked at Black, the anger in his eyes dissipated a little, nodded inaudibly, and with a little bit of unwillingness, he shouted back in the orcish language.

   The orcs of the Black-Toothed Smile Clan are mostly young people who are not wanted by other clans. Of course, they are unwilling to show their weakness in front of humans.

   But Reid still has some authority.

   And Maim is indeed in the hands of this cunning and despicable human assassin.

  Therefore, after a few minutes, the orcs reluctantly put away their weapons, and led by Reid, went to the coast, where the boat they were driving was there.

   Seeing the orc retreat, Blake breathed a sigh of relief. He carried the legendary blade on his shoulders, took a few steps towards the old mage, and said in a gentle tone:

   "Hello, Lord Merry, Ms. Aegwynn should have already told you about my cooperation with her. It's not too late to start attaching a soul barrier to me now."

   The old mage in front of him did not move.

   Instead, he raised his head and carefully looked at the pirate in front of him. Black would be growing and recovering, but it was scary enough to have a burnt face.

   But the face of this old mage was even scarier.

   was completely bluish-white, with wrinkles and some weird spots, especially those pale eyes, and his almost falling, dull hair.

   This is totally the face of a dead man.

   "Little Aegwynn said, you are an amazing young man."

  Merry Dongfeng supported his sloppy staff like a pine stick with his withered hands. He stared at Black with a look that would never make people feel comfortable.

He says:

   "But I don't see anything magical about you. So, say a few words and shake my living impatient old man."

   "I'm so sorry."

  Blake smiled, waved his hand, and said modestly:

   "You are a legend, and I am ashamed of Ms. Aegwynn's admiration, and I don't know as many secrets as she says.

   For example, I don't know, you have lived in this undead body for three thousand years, and you died in the war between Thoradin the Great and the forest troll Amani Empire.

   You are one of the first human wizards to learn magic from the high elves, and you are the most gifted among them, so you were resurrected by the high elves with slightly evil magic after you died in battle.

   You should not be an ordinary undead.

  You are a demi-lich who has not yet completed the Lich Transformation Ritual.

and"

  Black pretended to sniff, he looked at Merry Winterwind and said:

   "You also have a demon and a Nathrezim sealed in your body. With so many stories gathered in your body, you are an uncompromising human legend.

  Antonidas and his six-member council archmages, who are praised by the outside world, are not worthy of your shoes.

   Oh, no.

   Archmage Krasus should be qualified to chat and laugh with you.

   After all, it is a red dragon prince who has been hiding in Dalaran city for nearly a hundred years. But I guess, even that red dragon doesn't know your existence, right? "

"Well"

  Merry. Dongfeng blinked his dead eyes, he hehe said with a strange smile:

   "You kind of frighten me, amazing young man. Are you a prophet?"

"No, I am not."

  Blake glanced at the dark sea. It was almost midnight, and there was a dead silence. He said:

   "We shouldn't know the future. The unknown brings fear, but it also brings confidence. I'm just a newcomer, a pirate in need of help, and a terrible opponent.

   Don't waste any more time.

Master   , cast spells for me.

  Death is chasing, and we, it's time to set sail. "

   (end of this chapter)