Shadow Trails in Azeroth

After a day of wandering, Black returned to his loyal island of Tol Barad in a happy mood.

The main reason for his joyful mood was that he had a considerable amount of reward money in his private account in Booty Bay, which came from two unnamed accounts in Lordaeron and the Kingdom of Stormwind.

This allowed the master assassin to finally feel the joy of realizing dreams with both hands.

With a few more Dukes of Cholazzi, I can add another batch of close-defense artillery to my fleet.

With this kind of joy, Blake walked off the board of the Nagfar and walked down to the dock. This time, his very low-key return finally did not cause an embarrassing scene where a group of licking dogs greeted him.

Looking towards the coast from the pier, pirates can also see the fel light shining on the Warlock Tower, like a green lighthouse, guiding the ships coming and going.

Well, the incompetent useless warlocks are also studying hard. It seems that the prosperity of my great warlock school is just around the corner.

As the master warlock, Blake nodded with satisfaction.

After Evil Eye returned to the Black Scythe Hermitage, his Three Waste Generals finally gathered together, and the teaching and management of the Warlock School could be left to them with confidence.

Blake only needs to go to teach his apprentices three times a week.

You can totally be a hands-off shopkeeper.

The best thing is that if he is lazy, he doesn't even need to take classes by himself, because he has the most reliable mentor among the stars.

I said, would you be interested in giving lessons to my apprentices?

As Blake walked forward, he said to the chattering old man Sakir floating beside him:

You are the wisest enlightener leader in the world of Argus. You are a highly respected educator from the world of Argus. I believe that your forbidden wisdom is absolutely extraordinary. Can you share it with my incompetent students?

Let them also open their eyes and see the majesty of the enlightener of the world of Argus.

Hey, even Archimonde has to be careful to learn my forbidden knowledge. You mortals are still trying to learn my wisdom. Who gave you the courage?

You probably can’t even understand the demonic rituals I drew randomly.

It is a blasphemy against knowledge itself to waste my time on you ignorant people!

Old man Saqir moved his terrifying upper and lower jaw bones and said crazily and proudly:

Besides, who would do something useless? I'm just crazy, I'm not stupid! Archimonde's lesson once was enough to be unforgettable.

Ah, so this means asking for benefits?

Blake snorted and said:

Let's be honest, my dear Uncle Sakir, what do you want from me? If it's not such an excessive request, I can consider satisfying you.

I need a body!

Thaqir chuckled, flipping over in the air and said:

I want a strong and fresh body, a body with strong enough spell-casting ability, preferably an Eredar body. I don't want the stinky flesh and blood mutated by evil energy, I want pure bones and flesh.

And your set of mysterious magic patterns!

I want its blueprint to be transformed in this way, so that my soul can be bound to flesh and blood. I want to feel what it was like to be alive.

Even if it's just a false simulation, it's enough to make me feel happy.

You have so many demands!

Blake pouted and said:

I will go to the Forgotten Hill Tomb to find you a corpse that has not yet rotted.

Hey! Did you have something wrong with your ears after you became blind?

Thakir screamed in dissatisfaction:

I said, I want an Eredar body! Not just a rotting corpse! Don't even think about sending me away with such low-quality goods! You bastard pirate.

I would not entrust my forbidden wisdom to someone like you.

You're just giving me a hard time, asshole.

Blake also retorted loudly:

Where do you want me to find you a pure eredar at this point in time? With the exception of Prophet Velen and his fleeing draenei, all of your compatriots have been corrupted by fel energy. demon!

Even the Draenei don't know where they are hiding in the backwoods of the Draenor world. I want to kill you but I can't do it!

So either shut up and accept the skeleton, or you just float.

If you can't do it, then it's your problem. Anyway, I already told you what you asked for.

Thakir chuckled and circled around the pirate, making a weird laugh between the collision of its upper and lower teeth. It said:

If I can't get what I want, you can't get that precious forbidden knowledge from me, and I won't teach your students.

Haha, I am a senior educator.

The spellcasters who begged me to teach them in Argus were able to move from the wilderness of Krokuun to the consulship of Mac'Aree, but I...

Alas alas! You put my spine down!

What are you going to do!

If you have something to say, say it!

The old man's proud recollection of the past had not ended when he saw the stinky pirate grabbing only half of its spine with a gloomy look on his face, and then pulled out the Scythe of the Sinner's Spine.

The posture is to place the spine on the Dharma sickle.

The ancestor of the scythe, Nasrezimu Usalus, also cooperated and let out a greedy roar, just like the posture of a man who has been hungry for more than ten days when he sees delicious food.

No! I'll teach! Isn't it okay if I teach? Three times a week, okay? But I can't guarantee whether they can learn it. And they must learn Ereda from now on.

I have no interest in bilingual teaching.”

Thakir let out a scream and hurriedly agreed to Blake's excessive request.

That's pretty much it.

The stinky pirate threw Sakir's spine back into his bag, curled his lips and said to the old man unceremoniously:

You are shameless, so don't blame me for being rude! When I talk to you properly, you'd better restrain your grievances that have nowhere to put.

Unlike Archimonde, I don't play roundabout tricks.

You can mess with me all you want, as long as you can afford the price!

Classes start tomorrow!

Three times a week, you clock in and clock in. If you teach well, I won't be able to think of ways to 'smuggle' a Draenei corpse over to you.

Oh, well, it's best to be a spell caster.

Thakir whispered:

It's better to be a man.

Um?

When Blake heard that it still asked for so much, the magic eyeball on his shoulder immediately glared at it, and Thaqir stopped talking and just floated beside the pirate.

Pretending to be just an evil decoration.

The stinky pirate who finally found peace moved his shoulders, whistled, summoned the hippogryph Sky, and rode his beloved flying mount all the way to Tol Baradnan Island.

That's where the main body of Nathalas College is being built.

It was the afternoon, and the beautiful South Island was wailing.

It seems that the first batch of green-skinned orc slaves sent from Gilneas had a conflict at the construction site with the Gilnean sailors who were imprisoned here for hard labor.

A big fight ensued.

The scene is very majestic.

Hundreds of orcs and hundreds of humans were carrying dusting shovels and fighting each other. There was blood everywhere, but no one cared about them, and the slaves did not dare to kill them.

It's not that I'm afraid of beating someone to death.

The hatred between the two sides is so deep-rooted that it will die soon.

The really troublesome thing is that the elves and ghost overseers don't care what happens to you. There is a fixed standard for how much soil you dig every day. If you can't finish it, you will go hungry.

Every time a hard worker is killed, it means that the pressure on others will increase.

Therefore, they acted with restraint.

At most, they would stop beating until their heads were bleeding, and the snake-man's trainee priests were watching the fun by spitting out snake letters. After beating these guys, they would go over to treat these guys and practice their healing magic.

Good guy, it’s a perfect closed loop.

Black rode the hippogryph across the construction site that still smelled of blood, and landed on the mage tower where Dean Blue Moon loved to stay.

This place is still not completely repaired, but a viewing platform has been specially built for the dean.

When the stinking pirate came over, the dean was studying a complex and obscure set of diaries, which should be old Merry's. It seemed that the dean was already preparing for his lich transformation ceremony.

Hey, the project is progressing well.

He said carelessly.

The dean didn't even respond, which was normal. Dean Lan Yue was simmering with anger because Blake, a bad student, hadn't completed his homework for seven days in a row.

This learning attitude of three days of fishing and two days of drying nets made the dean very dissatisfied.

Black himself also knew why the dean was angry. He walked forward carefully, took out a ring from his arms, handed it to the dean, and whispered:

Tell me, Dean, I have found the best hiding power for our college! From now on, we don't have to worry about being targeted by guys with malicious intentions.

We will have a quiet academic environment where we will not be disturbed.

Um?

Dean Lanyue glanced at the green seal handed over by Blake.

She could tell at a glance how extraordinary this thing was, so she pushed up her glasses, reached out to take this beautiful simple seal ring, and looked at it carefully before her eyes.

A few seconds later, the dean put the ring on his finger and tentatively poured magic into it.

Whoosh

Her whole body immediately disappeared in front of Blake's eyes, just like a pirate's retreat. There was no wave of shadow vibration, as if she had escaped into another phase.

This kind of concealment by light refraction sounds very low-level, but with the blessing of a sacred object like the Shadow of Leaf, it is pushed to an unimaginable height.

Blake had to concentrate on mobilizing his sense of endless pursuit as a watcher, and he could barely catch the dean in front of him walking left and right on the observation deck.

This thing not only conceals the figure and aura, but even the sound is perfectly blocked.

Nice stuff.

Dean Lanyue's voice came from behind the pirate. She took the initiative to remove the shadow of the leaves, touched the ring on her hand, and said to Blake:

So this is how you assassins feel on a daily basis? It's a pretty good experience. How big is the blocking range of this gem?

she asked.

Blake lowered his eyebrows and replied:

“It doesn’t need magic network support, it’s about the size of a small town.

If connected to the underground magic network, the light blocking range of Leaf Shadow can easily cover the entire Tol Barad Island and the surrounding 30 nautical miles of territorial waters.

But in that case, the Atama Crystal cannot be moved casually.

good.

The dean nodded with satisfaction. She played with the ring in her hand and said:

Why don't your fleets use such a good thing?

The Nagfar has no use for this.

Blake spread his hands and said:

This kind of concealment can only bully the rookie navy. The shape of the ships can be concealed, but the waves caused by their movement in the sea will still be sensed by the tide sages.

It is more suitable for the overall concealment of the academy than for a raid on the fleet that can be discovered at any time.

This can also add a lot of mysterious characteristics and legends to our academy, which will help the reputation of Narthalas Academy spread far and wide in Azeroth.

Having said this, the stinky pirate carefully looked at the dean's expression and said:

I hope it can make you happy and make you forget some minor unpleasantness. I will start working on my homework again from today, I promise.

snort.

The dean made a dissatisfied nasal sound, waved his hand and said:

Go and do your business. Remember to come back and take the exam in two months. If you fail,

No, no.

Blake sneered and took a few steps back, then mounted the hippogryph again and flew away, thinking that he had finally escaped the increasingly eccentric Dean Lanyue.

Then he felt better again.

Humming a fast-paced pirate song, he directed the sky to descend to a secret area in the valley on the edge of the college.

There is a heavily armed cavalry guarding here, and they are led by Black's chief hunter Sir Attumen, and the place guarded by them is actually a semi-underground smelting workshop.

The pirate walked into it and saw a batch of smelted source steel being poured out of the furnace.

And his new servant, the Goblin Grand Elementalist Krichik, was standing on the high platform, waving a wrench, ordering the clumsy orcs who were transferred to push aside the hot, cooling molten steel.

These smelted source steels are only the first step of smelting.

In order to reach a level that can be used for forging, these source steels need to undergo two more rounds of special processing.

When will it be completed?

Blake put his hands behind his back, pretended to glance at the purple-black molten iron with hot bubbles, and asked the goblin elementalist wearing goggles.

The latter rubbed his hands and said flatteringly:

The standard of workers is too poor now, so it takes a lot of time, my evil master. But as long as they become more skilled later, the speed will be much faster.

The ten boxes of elementium ore here are estimated to be smelted within a month. It is difficult to modify the shape of these steels once they are formed, so you have to think quickly about what kind of elementium weapon you want.

If it is the steel reinforcement of your ship, then this little ore may not be enough, and you need to find another batch of ore.

There is no need to reinforce the source of the Nagfar for the time being.

Black waved his hand, and he took out two swords, one long and one short, as well as two shadow moon blades from his waist, placed them in front of the goblin, and said:

Is it possible to strengthen their source of essence?

Of course, Master.

The goblin waved his hand and said:

It's easy. I've seen Drogbal in the Black Dragon Legion applying elemental enhancement to Lord Deathwing's collection of weapons, but I'm not a blacksmith myself.

Your weapons are too advanced.

I don't dare try them randomly for fear of ruining them.

Perhaps you can find a way to hire a master blacksmith.

Blacksmith?

Blake grinned and said:

Yes! It will be here in a few days.

In addition, forge a batch of elementium armor-breaking arrows and elementium bullet shells for me and my mentor. The long-range damage should also be increased through physical means.

Tsk tsk, after struggling for so long, I’m finally using epic ammunition again.

I really miss the ‘good old days’.

You may not believe it, and I am not being modest, but I was also a master of engineering back then. Even things like gyroplanes can be built with a small wrench.

Ah, remembering the glorious past.