Shadow Trails in Azeroth

Little Xingxing complains about the evil-minded captain who always shows up but never ends. Moreover, after doing big things, he keeps a lower profile and never attends the celebration banquet.

She had wronged Blake.

If possible, the stinky pirate would of course hope to be able to board the Longmian Temple in a grand manner, surrounded by dragons, chatting and laughing with all the dragon kings.

Don't say anything else, Ysera on the left, Alexstrasza on the right, find someone who can draw to record this scene, and find a little star to embellish it with exaggerated statements. It will be so popular if it is spread out. !

The problem is, he's very busy right now.

Compared with chatting and laughing with the dragons, the pirates indeed have many things to arrange.

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At this time, while the dragons were still finishing their work in Grim Batol, Black had returned to Menethil Port.

On the second floor of the newly opened Red Jack tavern on Sailor Street in this port city controlled by both dwarves and humans, Black was talking to a weird guy.

This guy was dressed in black and looked very mysterious.

But underneath that strange-looking black gown, hidden was a body that the ignorant natives of Azeroth could hardly imagine.

It still maintains its human form in general, but it no longer has any flesh and blood in the physical sense.

What exists in front of the smelly pirates is just a human-shaped energy body restrained by a ball of enchanted spiritual bandages. The bandages bound to the energy body are very worn out and damaged in many places. The interior is dark red and purple. The weird energy seeped out.

At first glance, it looks like a glowing radiation mummy.

Stop dangling around! The void light spot on your body makes my eyes hurt. Stop it. Being a 'light bulb' is not a good hobby.

Black took off his dwarf pipe and blew out a thick smoke ring.

He said to the bandaged man dangling in front of him:

If you won't quiet down, I'm going to ask my servant to talk to you, the ethereal spirit from Karesh!

I didn't mean it, Lord Pirate.

Xu Ling was aggrieved by Blake's scolding.

He answered in a hollow and empty voice with a weird trembling like electronic music:

I just haven't adapted to the physical rules of your world yet. I need some time to adjust the frequency of my energy body so that it can resonate with the magic in your world.

Those mages in Dalaran are so bad. They deliberately restricted my magic vibration so that I could not adapt to this world.

Every day in that prison was painful.

Fortunately I met you.

Your kindness and generosity will surely spread throughout the stars through my magical adventure stories.

Ah, it sounds like you, a bandaged man, are going to write me a hymn or something. I'd be honored, but I don't need this.

Blake sneered.

There is probably no one in this world who understands this weird star creature before him better than him.

Their cunning and greed are no less cunning than those of the goblins, and their duplicity and vicious ways are renowned throughout the Twisting Nether and the Material Stars.

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These guys have a bad reputation in the outside world. They are probably equivalent to the goblins in Azeroth, but the Ethereal Consortium does much more business than the goblins.

Their business base is calculated based on planets.

Black has rich experience in dealing with goblins. After all, he also has a rich goblin as a friend. Speaking of which, Levigaz, the rich man of Booty Bay, has become closer to Black recently.

In the greeting letter he wrote to the stinky pirate, he even called Black the disgusting soul friend. It was obvious that the pirate used the blinding gold coins to easily break through the heart of the rich man.

However, the experience of dealing with goblins cannot be completely applied to the virtual spirits.

Blake knew this.

He looked at the humble bandaged man in front of him and said:

Let me introduce myself first. We haven't had a good chat since the Dalaran incident. Also, I heard that you have done several businesses on my island during this time.

Pay taxes to my quartermaster?

Well, that's not business, great pirate sir.

When Xu Ling heard the word tax, he immediately shook his body and said in an increasingly humble tone:

I just exchanged knowledge about solid rocket vehicle fuel with Fuslag, the master of engineering on your fleet, and I used my meager knowledge to help him solve several major engineering problems.

It is the gift of knowledge, the exchange between friends.

To express his gratitude, he gave me some vulgar money.

I hear you are also a powerful spellcaster.

How can something as precious as knowledge be tarnished by the word ‘deal’?

This is definitely not a business activity. Your Excellency, naturally there is no need to pay taxes.

In addition, my name is Shervoz, and I am a traveling businessman of the Astral Consortium.

While traveling through a rift in the void, he was unexpectedly forcibly summoned to this world by the very rude Dalaran spellcasters. He was unable to make any business for several years.

But in that cage, I did see the richness and complexity of your world. I can be sure that I am the first group of ethereal spirits to arrive in this world.

And taking the information about this world back to my Chamber of Commerce and handing it over to the Node Prince can also be exchanged for a batch of precious supplies.

So after all, the years I spent in prison are not a loss at all.

It told its origins honestly, but received a fierce kick from the pirate, with shadow magic power, making it impossible for the virtual spirit to hide even if it wanted to.

He was kicked to the ground with an ouch.

Beat him! This dishonest guy!

Blake gestured to the eager little fishman next to him.

The latter screamed, and like a pirate's double red stick, he waved a staff with a shadow attached to it and hit the black-clothed virtual spirit lying on the ground in front of him.

Astral Consortium? Traveling merchant? You are really bullying me for being ignorant.

The smelly pirate sneered.

He stood up and whipped out two weapons, one long and one short. The fragments of the warp cutter and defiler shone coldly in the light of the house, and were entangled with Black's shadow magic.

He stared at the virtual spirit being beaten by the little fish man and said:

The ethereal spirits of the Star Consortium use white bandages to flaunt their neutrality and business behavior. They rarely wear black clothes because in Karesh's culture, black is ominous.

The Order Sect doesn't care about this.

However, those once gentle and powerful Ethereal Order members threw themselves into the war of revenge and became war-like and stubborn, basically giving up on commercial activities.

An ethereal businessman like you who wears black clothes and allows his body to become hollow, is either from the Revenge Army of the Devourer's servants who recognize thieves as their fathers, or from the Shadow Guards Army who are extremely greedy, digging for treasures in various worlds and spreading darkness.

Alas, it's a pity that you have no face, so I can't distinguish your expressions.

But the light on your body is shining so fast and rhythmically, does it mean that you are scared? Did I get your identity and origin right?

Shevoz!

I'll give it another chance and say it!

Your identity!

The virtual spirit was obviously frightened.

But it gritted its teeth and remained silent, allowing the little fishman to hit its body with a long black cold stick. Every collision of magic would cause waves of energy on this guy.

But it is an energy creature after all, and its resistance to physical attacks is very high. It cannot feel physical pain.

It's amazing that there is such a strong character like you in the Void Spirit.

The pirate chuckled and contacted his servant in his mind, but Xal'atas, who was always ready to serve the pirates, rarely responded immediately this time.

She should be still busy over there.

Blake shrugged, took the old man Sachiel from his belt, and tapped it on its gray-purple skull. The strange shadow flames suddenly rose up.

This means that the old man who has recently been obsessed with using enlightenment marks to unlock the seal of his wisdom is getting up.

I was quite angry when I woke up.

With your ability, you should have unlocked some seals in the past few days and got back your forbidden knowledge. I think you urgently need an opponent to practice your skills with.

In the howl of home dialect in the Eredar language, the pirate let Saqil's skull fly and pointed at the black-clothed ethereal spirit in front of him.

He said:

Have you seen that dishonest virtual spirit? It belongs to you. I only have one request. After you 'finish practicing', I want it to tell all its secrets.

Including what is its favorite color of underwear, including the location of the treasure it buried after becoming a virtual spirit, including which node prince it is loyal to!

I want it to tell all these secrets personally.

Jie Jie Jie

Old man Saqir, who was still breathing fragrance because he was interrupted in his acquisition of knowledge, heard this and suddenly let out a weird evil laugh.

It walked around Blake and exclaimed:

I hate this miserable ghost!

They are always nagging about everything in their lives, which is annoying. I really want to swallow their souls, I really want to destroy them! But I will make it sing to you, my dear apprentice.

Your potential for evil and your vast knowledge truly amazes me.

In the midst of evil laughter, the Skull of Tha'kiel swayed in front of the black-clothed Void Spirit who was trying to crawl away. The latter clearly recognized the intimidating power of this evil thing like Tha'kiel.

It screamed:

No! Don't let it come! I say! I'll tell you everything!

Save your energy.

The pirate sat back on the chair, propped his chin on his hand and began to take a nap. He said without interest:

In the first three hours when Old Man Saqil tortured you, I would not believe a single word of yours. I was very confident in his madness and taboo methods.

I also believe that after three hours, you will take the initiative to reveal everything.

Just want a quick death!

But I won't make it that easy for you, you blind liar!

The next second, the ethereal screams began to echo in the house.

Sachiel's wild laughter and the weird curse it released, as well as the scene of the ethereal body collapsing on the ground and being reassembled, made the little fishman holding the stick take a step back with fear on his face.

It threw away its stick and hid behind Blake, covering its big eyes with its paws, but the crumpled energy body of the black-clothed ethereal spirit could still be seen between its fingers.

That must have hurt.

Even if it has no flesh and blood.

Blake closed his eyes while screaming like this. He was not too tired, but as a man, you have to be kind to yourself. Taking a nap occasionally during the busy work is not a big problem.

After a dazed moment, Blake's forehead was hit by the Skull of Tha'kiel. He slowly woke up, coughed, and said:

How long has it been since then? Keep going, the unique screaming electronic music of the virtual spirits is quite pleasing to the ear, and it feels quite touching.

That coward can't take it anymore.

Old Man Sachiel moved his upper and lower jaws, letting the shadow fire burn in his eye sockets, and said in a contemptuous tone:

I can continue, but if the torture continues, its mind will collapse. That's not the only thing about energy creatures. Their form depends entirely on the manipulation of the mind.

If it breaks down, it becomes a whimpering void creature.

Fine.

The pirate nodded regretfully.

He looked at the black-clothed virtual spirit that had shrunk into a ball on the ground. The light under the collapse of the latter was extremely dim, and there were indeed signs of energy disorder.

Ahem

Black coughed, held the dwarf pipe in his mouth, and said:

Then, go ahead, I'm listening.

My name is indeed Shevoz.

I am a reconnaissance lieutenant in the Revenge Army, under the supervision of Node Prince Shafar. We followed the footsteps of the Burning Legion and walked the stars to seize profits. We settled in the orc world and tried to establish a stronghold there.

I was sent to infiltrate the armies of the Old Horde and follow them through the Dark Portal.

The black-clothed Xu Ling finally became honest and explained his origins clearly in a weak electronic tone:

My reconnaissance mission in Azeroth was complete, but the spellcasters of Dalaran were difficult to deal with. They trapped me and locked me in their prison.

My favorite color used to be yellow, but now it is black. My treasures are buried under the ancient holy mountain of Washhu in Nagrand. There are things the Revenge Army must get.

At this point, the virtual spirit covered its mouth in horror. It knew that it was suffering from pain and accidentally revealed the revenge army's big plan.

Fortunately, fortunately, I didn't say it completely.

You want to capture the Death Naruk Ulay in Washuguri? Do you plan to use its void energy?

The next moment, Blake yawned and casually said words that made the ethereal Shevoz frightened.

Completely correct!

This is the plan of the Ethereal Revenge Army. They have been planning a top-secret plan for many years, but they were blown away by the weird pirates in another world!

It felt a deep chill.

This pirate in front of me

Okay, I'm not interested in your unimaginative and boring plans at all, don't worry I'll ruin it.

Blake waved his hand and said:

I want you to be honest, let you see my ability, and make you convinced, just because I want to give you a task, and I must ensure that you can complete it for me honestly.

Have you ever heard of the ‘Double Realm Walker’?

That is the ‘Legend of the God of War’ in your virtual spirits.

The name proposed by the pirate made the black-clothed virtual spirit tremble, and it answered honestly:

I know that every void spirit knows the story of the Double Realm Walker. It is an illusory legend. We are not even sure whether it really exists.

It does exist, and its existence is very real. It is not just a legend. And it should now be hunting the Shadow Guard Legion in the Twisting Nether that is as corrupt as your Revenge Army.

Blake flicked his fingers and said to the black-clothed virtual spirit in front of him:

Go find it for me, tell it my name, invite it to Azeroth in my name, and if it doesn't want to come, tell it that I have a way to kill the Devourer of Worlds.

Yes, it is the void god who destroyed your hometown and is still wandering among the stars, swallowing more of the material world.

I believe that Dual Realm Walkers will be interested.

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The black-clothed Xuling was stunned for a moment, and then asked:

Do you really have a way to kill Mendicius?

I can have it.

Blake glanced at it and said meaningfully:

“But that’s not what you need to worry about.

Well, my servant is back, and she will put a void mark on you. You have one year to find the Double Realm Walker, otherwise the void will swallow you.

Also, before leaving Azeroth, remember to pay the business tax you owe me, no matter how much you owe me.