Shadow Trails in Azeroth

In the dim tunnel below the city, there is still some burning energy of dragon fire, mainly because the old red dragon prince used a little too much force just now.

Its spray of dragon fire almost melted the rocks in the entire tunnel.

Now Blake was sitting on a stone, observing the strange dagger he got from the Duke.

Beside him, Natalie, the black-robed ship's doctor who had escorted Alsace all the way here, was covering her eyes to avoid looking at the Duke's miserable condition.

Even with Ms. Natalie's experience of falling into madness and killing everyone in the Twilight Forest, she had never seen such horrific torture before her.

The red dragon fire obviously destroyed all the flesh and blood in his body, but it spared his life. Although he was weak, Duke Jorachi Ravenholdt could continue to live as long as he received treatment.

To continue living in this miserable, cursed form.

The fire of the red dragon sealed his fate.

He can live a long time.

But every extra second of survival was a terrible torture for Cholazzi.

How did he do this?

The ship's doctor whispered:

Did those red dragons do it on purpose?

Yes, the dragons are a bunch of lunatics, especially when they are provoked. Of course, it is also your bad luck that led to this.

Who told him to encounter the red dragon?

Blake wiped off the black dust on the blade of the strange dagger in his hand, and said without raising his head:

You have also read the dragon-slaying compendium compiled by Deathwing. It describes in detail the dragon breath of the red dragons. The dragon fire of the Life Legion has the dual effects of destruction and healing.

If the red dragons are willing, they can destroy their enemies' bodies and heal their spirits at the same time, that's all.

Angry red dragons are scary, right?

Hehe, this is the beginning of today’s ‘feast’.

After the Red Dragon Queen is rescued, what awaits these miserable Dragonmaw Orcs will be endless destruction from the Life-Binders.

Alexstrasza has unreserved love and protection for all life in the world.

Except Deathwing!

Except Nekros!

Except Jorach Ravenholdt!

It's really sad. We were only one step away from the final victory. We had already walked through the night, but we fell before dawn. Just because of his fear of me, he chose the worst possible way to try to kill me.

Yeah, but I'll forgive him.

He is so generous after all.

The smelly pirate spoke, with a satisfied gesture, stroking the dark green Leaf Shadow Seal on his finger, as well as the dagger that Duke Jorazzi had just used to fight Black.

Its shape is very peculiar.

It was said to be a dagger, but it was more like the broken claw blade of some huge creature.

Underneath the black exterior, there is a transparent core. This is not at all made of steel, and it is not cold at all to the touch.

Behind the broken monster claw blade, Duke Jorazzi used exquisite techniques to add a wooden handle and a steel gauntlet shaped like a devil's claw.

The handle of the knife is wrapped with delicate animal skins and silk threads, and the wrapping around it prevents the weapon from falling when it is held in the hand.

Its claw blade was quite sharp, but what Blake focused on was the dagger's perfect ability to guide magic.

He tried to inject magic power into it, but it turned out that the thing was like a living creature, devouring all the magic power he injected, and a beating shadow shimmer wrapped around the claw blade.

It's like a layer of blade of light has been cast on the sharp edge of this weird-looking dagger.

The pirate put it in front of his eyes, his expression was strange, because the entry and attributes of this strange weapon were jumping on the character card:

Name: Defiler Shard

Quality: Legend·Demon Creation [Cursed Blade]

Attributes: Extraordinary sharpness. Extraordinary magic power. Extraordinary solidity. Extraordinary agility. Extraordinary puncture.

Item effects:

1. Archimonde’s response:

The big devil has left his own power in this broken claw blade. When it hits the enemy, it may release a finger of death to cause huge damage, and there is a chance of adding an [instant death] effect.

Notice:

The destructive power of the finger of death is reduced against divine creatures, and its accompanying [instant death] effect is invalid against demigods and above creatures.

2. The Curse of the Defiler:

Releasing the Finger of Death requires a large amount of magic power. If the user cannot supply enough magic power to the Cursed Blade when the effect is activated, this weapon born from the evil will draw the user's life force as a supplement.

Item Description:

Archimonde the Defiler was once the most powerful and deadly spellcaster in the world of Argus. After it joined the Burning Legion, it was given greater power by the Dark Titan.

And its infamous finger of death has left horrific legends throughout the stars.

The Defiler's defeat in Dalaran was not only expelled back to the Twisting Nether by a swarm of ants, but what was even worse was that the sharp nail blade of one of its claws was shattered by the ants' magic, and fell into the hands of an ambitious guy. in hand.

The creation of this weapon was entirely accidental.

The destructive power of the Finger of Death magic it inspires cannot match the effect unleashed by the Great Demon himself, but please believe that in the mortal world, no one can ignore the threat it brings.

I think it should be called 'Archimund's Nail Tip'!

Blake held the strange-looking dagger and waved it in the air.

Honestly, the balance of this thing sucks.

It was only a semi-finished product in the hands of Duke Jorazzi. Perhaps it was time to find a blacksmith who was powerful enough to add some weight to the tip of this devil's nails.

But even so, getting this thing is enough to make Blake feel full of joy and indescribable satisfaction.

He happily inserted the unattractive dagger into his waist, stood up with his arms akimbo, took out the skull flask from his waist, opened the lid and took a sip into his mouth.

He and the black-robed ship's doctor beside him looked at Alsace and Duke Jorazzi in front of them.

Black did not intentionally eavesdrop on the conversation between the little prince and the duke. He could just see the little prince half-kneeling on the ground, praying for Jorachi Ravenholdt's last prayers in the posture of a clergyman.

That posture was very much like that of a standard paladin.

He was supposed to be the hope of the Light.

Natalie, the ship's doctor, whispered behind Blake:

But he became an angry messenger, and I don't know if that's good or bad.

I don't know if it's good or not, but I'm sure it's not a bad thing.

Blake tasted the wine flowing from his mouth. He watched Arthas stand up suddenly after finishing his prayers, and drew out the Lionheart Blade from behind with his backhand.

The sword blade was raised and he slashed down without any hesitation.

puff

Blood stains that had solidified into semi-solid were splashed everywhere, and the Duke's dark head jumped and landed at the little prince's feet after being swept by the sharp blade.

This crisp and clean killing gesture made Blake grin.

He said to the ship's doctor:

Look, he has all the qualities a warrior should have, and he has already surpassed many seniors in cold-bloodedness. He will definitely become a legend among warriors.

As long as he survives until the day he becomes a legend.

Captain, if you say this, you haven't said it yet.

Natalie curled her lips, remained silent for a few seconds, and then said:

Having eliminated the mastermind with my own hands, his anger should have dissipated a bit, right?

dissipate?

The pirate laughed and said:

I didn't see any sign of the flame dissipating. I only saw a blazing flame that burned wantonly and will eventually burn out the darkness. Let me add some fire to it.

After saying that, Black strode forward to Alsace, who was leaning on his sword with his eyes closed and meditating. He bent down and picked up the Duke's head. He then took out a box from his bag and put the dark head in it. into it.

He also took out a colorful ribbon and tied it several times on the box to create a very delicate bow, just like a gift.

Now, send this thing to the Kingdom of Stormwind and give the scroll to Mathias Shore.

Blake handed the box and a rolled-up scroll to the little prince, and then said to Alsace:

I think you should know who this box should be given to and where it will end up. This may not be in line with the code of the Paladins, but whatever!

You're not a tin can paladin anymore, are you?

Why bother being governed by their rules and regulations?

The respect of the soldiers should be so unrestrained and decisive.

Um.

Perhaps the first step in the execution of justice was finally completed. When Arthas opened his eyes again, the anger in his eyes had subsided. He put the sword back behind his back and took the box handed over by Black.

After a few seconds of silence, he whispered:

Thank you, Master. But next time. Next time I will personally complete the execution of this justice! I swear!

I know, of course you can.

Blake shrugged and said:

Anyway, you have read the files. You know the names of those people, you know their identities, and you know where to find them. But do me a favor, okay?

Don't take advantage of your father.

Poor King Terenas had worked so hard for his country, and he couldn't bear the terrible feeling of loss when he was stabbed in the back by his own son.

Father and son can talk to each other about everything. The bond of blood means that there is no unexplainable conflict between you.

Pfft

Hearing Black's words, Arthas had no reaction, but Natalie Serling behind him burst into uncontrollable laughter. Holy light, these words actually came from Black's mouth.

Who held back his energy and wanted to stab his old father in the back?

But soon, under the faint gaze of the magic eyeball on Blake's shoulder, his expression calmed down. The black-robed ship's doctor stood there solemnly, waved his hand, and explained:

It's nothing, I just remembered some fun things. Just go on and pretend I don't exist.

My rude subordinate made you laugh, little prince.

Blake didn't mind the incident.

He calmly said to Alsace:

Anyway, what I'm saying is that when you're ready to talk to your father about those dark things, it's best not to go with a sword. You may not understand it, but you are young after all.

But for the king, justice is in conflict with power and position.

Okay, I don’t mean to preach to you.

In addition to congratulating you on completing the first step of your vows, I also want to talk to you about your future power.

strength?

Arthas looked at Master Black with great powers in front of him in surprise, and he said:

Isn't the strength of a warrior just anger?

Yes, it's anger.

The pirate coughed, looked around, and said in a low voice:

But there are many types of anger. I think back then, there was such an opportunity in front of me, but I gave up in the end. Tsk, tsk, what a pity.

I think you are a good young man, have a bright future, and can get along well, so I decided to show you a clear path.

Outside our world, in the place you are going to, there are powerful warriors, whose power you have seen with your own eyes during the Battle of Dalaran.

Those greenskins really brought out the ways of anger.

We are both warriors, but Azeroth and Draenor are two different systems. You should probably learn to learn from your enemies.

Let me tell you, this trip to the world of Draenor is an opportunity for you to reinvent yourself.

You want your justice, but without the support of strength, that thing is destined to be like a flower in the mirror. Look, those who made mistakes are still safely staying in their manors and exercising their power wantonly. .

This can't be tolerated.

The pirate patted Alsace on the shoulder, and with a sense of temptation and encouragement, he said:

As a young person, you should learn more and see more, and be more open-minded. If you have enough time to go to the world of Draenor, you might as well go to a place called Shattrath.

Then go to the Nagrand grassland from the side door of Shattrath.

There is a place called Havalo.

Go ahead.

Hidden there are those things you need to have the courage to do justice.

Having said this, the pirate curled his lips and said:

Actually, you can learn the same thing from me, but my 'swordsmanship instructor' had something happen to him before and is still in a coma. I don't know when he will wake up.

So you have to rely on yourself.

That's all I've said, it's just a small suggestion, you can adopt it, or you can go your own way, it's up to you. I like you, boy.

After saying that, the pirate whistled, turned around and prepared to leave.

After taking a few steps, he turned back and said viciously to Alsace, who was looking thoughtful:

Also, stay away from Jaina Proudmoore. I am sending a message on behalf of a very dangerous guy! If you piss him off, you will get the best of you!

Remember, don't let me warn you any more.

That scary guy has a hundred ways to kill you without you noticing. Especially now that you no longer have the invincibility of the Holy Shield, you really need to be careful.

After saying this this time, Blake jumped into the shadows with a swoosh. Before leaving, he said to his black-robed ship's doctor:

Tell Little Star for me that I will not attend the dragons' celebration banquet and thank you meeting. She can just send my share to Tol Barad.

I have some personal errands to run.

You don't need to look for me, I will go back in a few days.