Shadow Trails in Azeroth

What is that! It's lying on our ship! Hell, even the Nagfar's senses can't detect it. You trash! Move!

Get rid of that ugly and disgusting thing!

At night, the Nagfar was sailing in the deep sea from the Palatine Sea where Southsea Town is located to the Khaz Modan Sea. In the dark environment under the sea, chandeliers from all around the ghost ship emitted an ominous white light in the water.

And the great parasaurus screams in rage.

And the clanging sound of the driven ghost guards running.

The Knights of the Immortal Sea directed the ghosts on the ship to crawl down the hull of the ship in the icy water, trying to catch the strange creature that had just been discovered by Sephiel and had been lying on the bottom of the ship.

After receiving the news from Little Crow that the Gilnean navy was blocking the defense ahead, Black immediately realized that his ghost ship must have been located by something weird.

Otherwise, given the silence of the Nag'far when sailing underwater, no matter how powerful the Gilnean navy is, it would be impossible to discover the ghost ship's trajectory in advance.

And make such a targeted arrangement.

According to the situation detected by the Trade Wind Crow, several warships of the Gilneas Navy happened to be stuck at the junction of the Khaz Modan Sea and the Palatine Sea, and they had formed an anti-submarine formation.

They are releasing mines to seal off the deep sea.

This forces the ghost ship to float up and fight.

Damn it, if this wasn't a trap prepared in advance for the Nagfar, Blake would have eaten the steering wheel on the spot!

But the focus now is not how to deal with the Gilnean navy ahead, but to first capture their eyes used to locate the ghost ship.

If they don't get rid of this thing, no matter how Black responds, their movements will be completely exposed to the eyes of the Gilneans, and then there will be no need to fight this battle.

Under the water film above the messy deck that kept the air from flowing out, Black, who had changed into a pirate captain's attire, was holding the soul-string longbow that he had lent to Nathanos, and was standing with Windrunner's mother who was called out. Beside the railing on the third floor of the stern building.

The two deadly hunters radiated sentience but were unable to detect anything other than sea water.

But they could clearly see a small monster lying nimbly on the hull of the ship and fighting with the resentful spirits in the direction of Sephiel's furiously waving fingers and the attacking spirits that were constantly pursuing downwards. fighting.

What the hell is that?

The magic eyes on the stinky pirate's shoulders kept zooming in and out, and in the dimly lit and chaotic water, they finally managed to capture the rough outline of the creature.

It looked like a dragon.

But it is very small, only the size of an adult.

And it looks extremely malnourished, with skinny bones all over the body, and a strange combination of green scales and yellow abdominal scales, but its back and wings are dark purple like the fins.

This weird combination makes this thing look gaudy.

It has two horns on its head that are curved like a demon. They have no resemblance to the dragon horns of Azeroth. The thing moves extremely flexibly in the water, like a violent little devil, surrounded by the surrounding resentful spirits. Duli was not afraid at all.

It made a weird, piercing scream, which seemed to have some kind of spiritual shock effect.

Its power was so powerful that Blake, who was far away, would feel dizzy when he heard the weird, ear-piercing, indescribable scream.

After losing Nasrezim's inner demon, his resistance to psychic magic was greatly reduced. He frowned at the piercing cry. He took off the bow from behind, put an arrow on it, and aimed slightly at the back. Shoot an arrow at the weird thing.

No sniping was used, just ordinary steady shooting.

But with the blessing of Proudmoore's bloodline, the arrow was sharp and fast. It pierced the seawater the moment it was released, and flew towards the weird dragon like a sharp torpedo.

The latter sensed danger but did not avoid it.

It screamed and turned its head, bared its teeth towards Blake, opened its mouth full of yellow and white teeth, and in an extremely quick reaction, caught the arrow shot by Blake.

It seems to be provoking in this way.

When it turned its head and exposed its face, Blake and Windrunner's mother were startled. It's not that this face has any great power, it's mainly that it's too ugly.

This guy's body still looks like a young dragon or a young dragon, but his face is completely without the majesty that a giant dragon should have.

The big mouth with staggered sharp teeth accounts for two-thirds of the big face without a nose.

What was left were two yellow-orange, vicious eyes that protruded out of their sockets. Their red pupils were concentrated in one point, shining in the darkness of the deep sea.

And Blake noticed that the mouth of this weird thing was covered with weird purple tentacles, and he wanted to wear an octopus on his mouth.

When it emits a scream that can affect its mind, the obviously alienated flesh and blood tentacles around its mouth will continue to fluctuate, intensifying the scream that goes straight into the soul.

What the hell is this? In the world environment of Azeroth, can such a weird creature that is distorted and polluted at first sight be born? Is this the void at work?

The well-informed Ranger General was a little confused at this moment. She grabbed her dark bow and looked at her all-knowing disciple.

The stinky pirate gave Windrunner's mother an I don't know look.

And that weird thing seems to be shuttling back and forth between reality and illusion all the time, making it impossible for pirates to detect it. This thing is actually immune to consciousness locking.

Amazing!

Wait a minute, let me ask the 'expert' in this field.

Blake coughed to cover up his ignorance. He stared at the thing that looked like spiritual pollution and said softly:

My servant, are you busy?

Your loyal Xal'atath is always at leisure. I am always waiting to serve you. At this time, I naturally answer the call, my little master.

The voice of Miss Void Essence whispered in Blake's ears, and she sounded like she was in a good mood.

But after transferring his energy from Onyxia to this side, and sensing the special sound waves around him, Xal'atath's tone suddenly became weird:

Little Master, for safety reasons, I suggest you leave your current environment immediately. Out of curiosity, let me ask one more question, are you still in the material world of Azeroth?

It's at the bottom of the sea.

Black could tell something was wrong from Xal'atath's question, and he asked:

Speak clearly, what is going on? Who is that clown in front of you?

It's not important, it just plays a small role, but its appearance often means that something 'scary' is nearby.

The Essence of the Void snorted, letting out a joyful laugh when looking at someone's misfortune, and she said:

That thing is called Shadwock.

Huh? Void language?

The pirate blinked.

Yes, the name of Void Language means 'broken spirit'. It is a kind of sub-dragon that has been twisted by the void. It can tear apart the soul with sound waves. It can only be born in the dark world of a world that is completely swallowed by the void.

Xal'atath explained in detail as if reading the Encyclopedia of Void Species:

It is a very rare thing, and I have only seen it a few times. As a friendly reminder, their meat is highly poisonous and unpalatable.

This creature only exists on the boundary between reality and void, and mortals simply cannot describe it using physical laws and arcane common sense. In fact, spellcasters in other worlds are often not sure whether the word 'real' can be used to describe such creatures.

But it undoubtedly exists, and the danger of this thing is beyond words.

It carries the corrosion of the void, and the reality wherever it passes will be slightly distorted. Unless it actively appears, only witnesses with 'spiritual vision' can see it.

But this is not a good thing.

All mortals who have witnessed Shadwalk will only speak nonsense, and their pale shadows will be shattered under the dark sorcery.

When these poor bastards are finally able to form a decent discourse, they will realize that their time is numbered.

Shadwock has the evil ability to drain life energy. As long as it wants, it can make a person weaken and rot, and die in pain.

In comparison, perhaps being eaten alive by this monster could be considered a mercy of fate.

Xal'atath told Black these very emotional words, seemingly out of spite to scare him, but what a stinky pirate, how could he be frightened by a void dragon?

He gestured to Windrunner's mother, who was holding a bow and arrow next to her.

The latter immediately opened the war bow, and a barbed elf arrow was placed on the bowstring, which was also wrapped with the legendary power called Mourning.

You just said that Shadwock is not a difficult thing, but the creatures that come with it are terrifying. Please explain in detail.

Blake watched with admiration as his mentor completed his sniper aim.

he asked softly.

The moment the arrow flew out, Xal'atas said:

Shadwalkers are not gregarious creatures. These miserable dragons have been severely distorted by the void and still retain their vicious sanity and territorial awareness. Under normal circumstances, there will only be one Shadwalker in a huge area.

But this kind of dragon has a very bad habit.

They will actively attach themselves to some 'powerful' creatures!

As I said just now, Shadwock will only be born in a world that is completely corroded by the void, so they are attached to lives that are also corroded by the void.

The Shadwock in front of us is just a young body, and its strength is not worth mentioning. For General Lilesa, it is just a matter of one arrow, but little master, you have to pay attention.

This Shadwock is just the beginning.

If the forces that are tracking you can summon Shadwalk as their 'eyes', it means that they must have mastered the method of summoning Shadwalk's 'master'.

You will face a legendary, even semi-god-level alien void beast.

etc!

Blake suddenly remembered something.

He watched as the sharp arrow shot by Windrunner's mother penetrated the sound wave barrier, pierced the body of the ugly Shadwock Yaron, and nailed it to the hull of the Nagfar, while strange purple blood surged out.

Amid the monster's dying cry, General Lyresa's dark power was destroying its internal organs.

The bold little fishman will now jump off the stern of the Nagfar with his own group of fishman pirates. They are holding on to a strong, barbed net.

It seems that this ugly and indescribable monster is going to be captured as a trophy.

Extraordinary beasts, Gilneas, summoning rituals. Ah, I know what they are trying to summon, and I also know who they are.

Blake grinned and quickly returned to the cabin without even looking at the dying beast captured by the murlocs.

A moment later, the summoned clone of Old Garni appeared on the small garbage pile in the captain's cabin.

Because he knew the matter was urgent, the God of Garbage did not complain after he appeared this time. He waggled his tail and said to the smelly pirates in a serious tone in the smoke:

Your subordinates have set off, and they are moving quickly, but the Gilnean First Fleet has blocked Tol Barad. The humans with the wolf as their symbol are chasing your subordinates.

This time they plan to eat your fleet and your island in one bite.

I guessed it. His Majesty Jean has a good appetite, but I don't know if his teeth are good.

The pirate sneered and said:

Old Garni, I need you to help me go to Silverpine Forest to find my subordinates. They should be leading Zac Yao towards the Uncrowded One's stronghold in Gilneas.

I'm going to give them a new mission.

Go to the legendary Witch Forest in Gilneas and find the dark witches who stole the remaining pages of the Book of Ur.

They must have surrendered to Greymane and plan to use their stolen knowledge to serve the Greymane royal family in exchange for wealth, prestige and status.

Phew, a bunch of disgusting bugs!

You can't even find a good owner by selling yourself out.

I need you to use your power to help Moros and Valeera, as well as Master Zak Flashfinger who just joined us, find the location of the witches.

I want them to die miserably with their pathetic ambitions before they interfere in my war with the Gilnean fleet.

Ah, you know, I don't like fighting.

Old Garni was a little embarrassed. He blinked his wise eyes, waggled his tail, and said to Blake with an embarrassed look on his face:

My followers all know that I am a 'pacifist'. Once I start with you, my peaceful and interesting life of picking up garbage will be over.

Oh, God knows and the earth knows. You know and I know. If you don't tell others, who will know that you made an exception? Don't you know my ability to keep secrets?

You know how generous I am, and I won't let you go in vain this time.

Blake rubbed his hands.

He took out his Death Shadow suit from his bag, which had been shattered due to the overload of magic power in Dalaran, and held it in his hands before sending it to Old Garni.

The trash god's eyes suddenly widened.

Good guy, what a complete set of garbage!

How rare.

The grade is so good that with a little repair, it can be given as a gift to the great troll scavenger who lived a miserable life in Dazar'alor.

This stinky pirate really can afford the price and is so understanding of people's hearts.

It makes people want to say no but can't say those cold words.

Hey, who made you my friend?

Old Garni put on a helpless expression, There is really nothing I can do about you, a clinging little goblin.

His claws flexibly took over the broken suit, and after another glance at Blake, he disappeared into the smoke of the small garbage dump with a whoosh.

Before it left, it said very considerately:

Fight with your heart, it doesn't matter even if you fail. Please remember, there will always be a great scavenger position under my command for you, my dear Black.

The desolate Wharton Desert is a home where you can always stay safely.