Shadow Trails in Azeroth

Black tricked Kel'Thuzad into going to Narthalas College and becoming a junior researcher on the death knight professional system research project. To be honest, the high-level mage was a little excited about this invitation.

As a death magic genius who has heard the call of the Shadow Realm, he knows that there is really no soil for him to grow in Dalaran.

His act of secretly learning spiritualism was like opening the door to a new world for him.

It turns out that in addition to the boring arcana, violent fire and gloomy ice, there is also a spellcasting system in this world that goes straight to the core of death.

For other mages, those necromancy books that were as obscure as heavenly books were as wonderful in Kel'Thuzad's eyes as they were when he first came into contact with magic as a child.

He was immersed in it.

Like a shriveled sponge thrown into the sea, it crazily and greedily absorbs the knowledge derived from the essence of death.

But the collection of necromancy texts in Dalaran was no longer enough for him to study.

The Shadowmoon Clan has been destroyed long ago, and the ancient inheritance of necromancy has been cut off. The necromancy books that the orcs can bring into Azeroth are just unimportant leftovers.

Kel'Thuzad could learn no more from this basic knowledge.

Despite his amazing talent, without the guidance of a mentor, he relied on his own research to master the evil and dark spellcasting ability of Necromancer.

As for the magic strengthened by the dead, he imitated it from the weird old orc when he hid in the mage tower and witnessed Ner'zhul driving thousands of undead into the city on the day the city of Dalaran was destroyed. New tricks.

He didn't even communicate with Ner'zhul.

He just watched the old orc's spellcasting from a distance, and learned more about the ability of psychics from it, and also gained some small insights on how to command the dead to fight.

However, in Dalaran, he had to be careful to hide his talents and hide the magic that he loved but was regarded as a deviant and evil force by other mages.

This feels bad.

And now, at this juncture, Blake handed him an olive branch.

In fact, the pirates had given him a letter of engagement before, but at that time Kel'Thuzad had not yet made up his mind to leave Dalaran.

I see the entanglement between desire and reason in your eyes. You may need some time to convince yourself. It doesn't matter. I'll give you enough time.

Blake chuckled.

He took a step back, spread his arms to Kel'Thuzad and said:

Actually, you have entered into a misunderstanding of thinking. Joining this project team does not mean that you will leave Dalaran. I know that you have feelings for this city. Hidden under your cold appearance is a keen and lonely heart. Heart.

You are longing for a warm hug.

It doesn't matter, we won't ask you to choose between knowledge and hometown.

After this project is over, you can return to Dalaran with the knowledge you have learned and continue living your double life without anyone interfering with you.

But I think that after experiencing the more tolerant and open Na'thalas Academy, it may be a disaster for you to return to the conservative and stubborn Dalaran.

The Kirin Tor have a history of abusing their power.

But the funny thing is that they never learned their lesson, they just tried to suppress the mages' thirst for knowledge with cold regulations.

this is not right.

Blake retreated into the shadows and left his last words. He said:

The desire for knowledge and the pursuit of facts cannot be suppressed. The harder they are suppressed, the more violent the rebound will be. We should pursue all knowledge and use rational judgment to restrain ourselves from abusing it.

It is always people who cause disasters.

Power itself is neither good nor evil.

I'm also a spellcaster, and even though I don't look like it, I'm still willing to share the knowledge I have with you so we can make progress together.

At Nathalas Academy, we've always done this.

You can see for yourself with your own eyes. People like you should not be fooled by lies. Again, Na'thalas Academy welcomes you, Mr. Kel'Thuzad.

We are even willing to offer you a separate channeling course.

If you can pass the tutor test and become a great tutor, you will also have your own academic faction.

Blake left after saying this.

He had already spoken out his words of solicitation and given Kel'Thuzad enough time to think about it. The next step was to see his response.

The pirates are still busy.

After all, besides the affairs of Narthalas Academy, he also has his own pirate group to worry about.

Besides, whether it's going to Kul Tiras to patrol the sea sage or going to Vashj'irgan Naga, which thing is not more important than waiting for Kel'Thuzad to make a choice?

In the face of these truly important events, the fate of a high-level mage is really not something that Blake needs to worry about.

Speaking of pirates, in tonight's night, in another far away part of the world, something related to pirates is happening.

Zandalar Island, Vol'dun Desert.

Across this side of the world, the moonlight tonight is amazing. The bright moon shines down, casting a layer of hoarfrost-like sheen on the Wharton Desert.

In this silent night, the deserted desert, which was extremely hot during the day, became lively.

In the northern part of the Great Desert of Vol'dun, in the territory of the Faithless Snake Empire, a lively slave trade is going on. The Snake slave owners are sending blood trolls captured by their hunting teams from Nazmir, or The Zandalari trolls secretly captured from Zuldazar were tied together for the guests to watch.

In addition to the trolls, some foxes, naga, and even the ancestor turtles who had the misfortune to fall into the hands of the snake people were also put on display racks.

In addition to these traditional slaves tonight, there are also more eye-catching new products on the scene.

For example, some human traders and pirates were captured by the newly formed fleet of the snake people in the South China Sea, and even a few unlucky goblins were tied up and sold as curiosities.

Slave trading is the specialty of the Faithless Snake Empire and its greatest source of wealth.

The snake lords have to live in the desert, and they inevitably have to dig some mineral deposits, take care of rare plants in the desert, find water, etc. These tasks all require slaves.

In this vast and hopeless desert, slaves are consumables and the most valuable currency.

At least that's the case for snake people.

Ouch, these goblins look pretty good. Look how cunning their eyes are. I like such bastards.

In the snake-man slave market, a skeleton pirate wearing a red pirate uniform and a red pirate hat was stroking his smooth skull chin and looking at the disgraced goblins being sold by the snake-man slave masters in front of him.

He made a strange snap of his fingers and said to the slave owner in front of him:

I want these goblins. I'm short of a few guys on the ship who can write, do calculations, and have smart brains. Can you team up with those human pirates and sell them to me?

It’s rare to see humans in this damn place, so just spend money to buy something new.

He chatted with the snake slave owner very familiarly and quickly concluded the business. He happily paid and gave the snake slave owner a little extra tip.

Enjoy your stay!

Captain Gaboa is very rich now.

He just returned to Wharton yesterday, summoning the element merchant Al Abbas along the way, and pushed his ship forcefully with the downwind service, completing more than half a month's journey in seven days.

After handing over the half-melted Sulsis Keystone to the unbelieving Emperor Kotek, the Emperor was dissatisfied, but still paid the money as agreed.

This bulged the pockets of the cursed pirates.

He is a dead man and does not pursue the entertainment of his lower body. If he has money, he will naturally invest in his career.

He would wander around the slave market of the snake people and buy a suitable slave when he saw one, as if he wanted to buy a fleet.

But Gaboa was hanging out here just to hide the terrible adventure he was about to embark on.

In the fringe area outside the snake slave market, a group of Amani thugs, under the command of Gaboa's new first mate, the Lynx Priest Harraz, were clumsily placing several large bombs bought from the goblins. Next to a snake-man prison that was not well guarded.

A few minutes later, with a loud noise, the entire slave market was in chaos.

Amidst the smoke and dust, large numbers of slaves tried to escape in the chaos, but were knocked to the ground by the snake-men's slave-catching team. Some snake-men soldiers rushed over there carrying halberds wrapped with lightning, and quickly controlled the situation.

But when counting the prisoners, it was discovered that an important figure who had just been imprisoned yesterday was missing.

The cowardly and incompetent Aspix has run away! Go and report to the Emperor!

The piercing screams of the snake guards echoed in the chaotic night, but it was no use.

Two hours later, at Wharton's gravel dock, the pirate ship of the skeleton pirate Gaboa left the port leisurely, loaded with slaves and local specialties bought by the captain.

In the captain's room, the troll pirate Gaboa put his red pirate hat on the table, picked up a bottle of South Sea rum, opened the lid, and stepped forward to pour it on the unconscious snake man lying on the chair. Go down.

The cold wine poured on the snake man's face and scales, causing the latter to wake up and open his one eye from the pain.

The former serpent spellcaster general is now miserable.

In Dalaran's last ditch effort, it almost risked its life to bring the melted Sulsis Keystone out of the Land of Doom. As a price, it lost an arm and an eye.

The once beautiful scales were now covered in ugly burns.

This kind of loyalty should be commended.

But after the ruthless Emperor Kotech saw the melted Keystone of Sulsis that could no longer be used, he angrily threw the incompetent general into prison.

And to hang it on the slave pen, to be burned alive by the Wharton sun.

This is the most terrible punishment in this desert.

Aspix was already in despair and planned to meet the tragic end of his loyal life in painful torture, but now, he was saved by a person who had never thought of saving him before.

Ha, are you surprised to see me? My poor snake brother.

The skeleton troll pirate opened his skull, and the soul fire in his eye sockets danced in a weird way. He stuffed the small bottle of wine in his hand into the paw of the snake man caster who had been sunburned all day.

The latter was so thirsty that he raised his head and drank the half bottle of wine in one gulp.

After moistening its hoarse and thirsty throat, it raised its head, looked at Gaboa and said weakly:

Why did you risk offending the Emperor to save me?

Bullshit emperor!

Gaboa scolded sarcastically:

After I witnessed Anduin Lothar's bravery and fearlessness, your Kotak is not even worthy of licking Lothar's toes as a monarch.

In terms of magnanimity, it is not even as good as the miserable Zul'jin! At least Zul'jin, who died sadly, also knew that doing great things requires necessary sacrifices and choices.

But your emperor is so greedy that he wants everything. How ridiculous!

Do I think I will be afraid of such a fool's so-called power? He is really a frog living in a well, unable to see the true face of this world.

You and your brother almost died in Dalaran for its hegemony, but you received such a cruel reward for your efforts.

Listen to my words, my dear snake brother.

Kotek is unworthy of your loyalty.

Of course, I took the risk to rescue you not just for the sake of our fighting side by side in the past period of time, but mainly because I also have needs. I have enough sailors on board, and a very capable first mate.

But I'm missing the caster.

The divine power of the Dragon Eagle God will not be able to find a carrier for a while, so I can only make do with you.

The skeleton troll laughed.

With a swishing sound, he pulled out the trumpet-mouthed goblin gun stuck in his waist and pressed it against the head of the weak legendary snake-man caster. He yelled like crazy:

So, will you join my fleet? Or will you be shot to death by me? I didn't rescue you just to kill people, so please, please join us.

My fleet needs people like you.

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The snake-man Aspix hesitated.

It spat out the shriveled snake letter, looked at Gaboa with one eye, and said:

You rescued me, not just to let me join your fleet, right? You want to get the hatching method of the divine snake eggs from me?

How clever, my second mate!

Gaboa threw away the musket, patted the snake man on the shoulder, and took out the weird red snake egg he had gotten before from the magic bag and placed it in front of his eyes.

The troll skeleton scratched its smooth skull and said to the snake man in a depressed tone:

I have tried many methods, including those in the Book of Medivh, but I still can't hatch it, so I can only start from your side.

I'm willing to help you.

Aspix was silent for a moment and said:

But I have to know, what are you going to do with this snake egg that has the divine blood of the mysterious mistress Setaris? Are you going to hatch a war beast that roams the sea? Or are you going to do other dangerous things?

I want to live!

Gaboa opened his white skull teeth and made no secret of his purpose. He said to the snake man:

I want to transfer my soul from this body that has long since decayed, and I want to use this snake egg stained with divine blood to rebuild a living body for me.

I want to drink delicious wine, I want to feel the cool wind, I want to feel the urge of passion when I see a woman, I want to feel the fresh death when I cut off someone's head with my own hands!

What I want is insignificant!

I just want to make up for the emptiness of the past seven thousand years.

I've got the specific method. You don't need to ask me where I got it. You just need to help me hatch the egg.

Don't worry, brother.

I am famously generous and will never treat you badly!