Shadow Trails in Azeroth

Exquisite craftsmanship, perfect reinforcement. They are already deadly enough, and now you make them synonymous with real dangers in this world.

In the forge on the southern island of Tol Barad, Black held his own warp cutter, placing the elf-style long sword in front of his eyes, holding it with his left hand, and gently sliding his right hand on the blade.

The once bright sword blade has now become plain.

A layer of vague silver-gray metal covers the sharp blade, making it less noticeable, but adding a bit more murderous intent.

On the pirate's character card, in addition to the original entry for this legendary sword, there is a new entry:

Strengthening of source quality:

The elemental minerals from Deep Rock have strengthened this weapon, making it stronger and sharper. Although it has also added a slight weight, in the hands of a skilled user, this sword will become a symbol of all life. nightmare.

Well, such a perceptual description is too exaggerated. Its actual effect is +1 sharpness and +1 solidity.

The original extraordinary sharpness became an outstanding sharpness, and an additional entry of Extraordinary Sturdy was added.

However, this strengthening effect is enough to satisfy the pirates.

The bearded dwarf Muradin beside him also showed a very proud expression. Being able to strengthen such a legendary weapon with his own hands was a pleasure in itself for a blacksmith like him.

The Warp Cutter is a weapon forged by elven magic craftsmen. Through close observation and playing with it in the past few days, Muradin also feels that he has mastered some of the methods of elves forging weapons.

What's more, in addition to priceless knowledge, he also received compensation.

The pirate may have made a small profit, but he definitely didn't lose.

Give it a try.

The dwarf sitting in the wine barrel jumped down, quickly obtained a solid thorium ingot, placed it on the iron felt, and winked at Black.

The pirate grinned, held the sword in his left hand, and made a movement similar to drawing a sword.

Whoosh.

He still maintained that movement, but the Thorium ingot in front of him had been divided into four parts. In the blink of an eye, he made two forehand and backhand cuts. The cuts were smooth and the blade was not damaged.

sharp!

The pirate sighed in admiration, put his long sword back into the scabbard on his waist with satisfaction, and picked up his Defiler fragment.

The vicious dagger made from the tips of the devil's fingernails did not have elemental steel added to its blade. The experienced dwarves realized that there was some kind of magic in this weird horny blade.

Therefore, he did not choose to recklessly add elemental steel to affect the release of magic. Instead, he only coated the blade of the dagger with a thin layer of elemental steel to enhance armor-piercing damage.

An elementium blade was added to the wooden handle at the rear to perfect the originally terrible balance of the Defiler Fragment.

The pirate tossed the dagger up and down in his hand like a knife juggler. He nodded with satisfaction and gave the dwarf a thumbs up.

Finally, there are two Shadow Moon Blades.

A gift from the Watcher's adjutant, Ms. Nasa, this Watcher's standard weapon has accompanied generations of Black Moon Walkers for endless time.

They are like a pair of veterans with great military achievements. Although they have remained sharp over time, they also have many cuts and small cracks.

This time bathing in the fire allowed the pair of moon blades to be reborn.

They also turned into a low-key and deadly silver-grey color. The three-sided moon-curved blades reflected the light from the forge, which was cold and faint, making people's necks feel chilly.

The pirate picked them up, turned around on the spot, and threw them out one after the other, left and right, which was different from the Watcher's technique of throwing moon blades.

Blake's flying blade has both the elegance and swiftness of the Watcher's tactics and the domineering arrogance of Mok'Natha's flying axe. The two moon blades raised a cold light in the air, and then meekly returned to Blake after flying through most of the forge. in hand.

Muradin blinked at this scene, touched his neck, and whispered to Black:

So you are actually an elf, right? When I was young, I occasionally saw some elf hunters hunting with moon blades, but the moon blades they threw were far less murderous than you.

Yes, I am a half-elf. This is my secret. Don't tell others.

The pirate grinned, and as if to reveal a secret, he lifted off his pirate hat and showed Muradin his pointed ears.

Well, they really have pointed ears! No wonder you use this thing so well. Only elves can use such girly things as moon blades. Real men should use warhammers or waraxes.

Muradin scoffed at Black's taste.

He grabbed the large wine glass and took a sip, then picked up the forging hammer to continue working. Next, the real challenge is to cast all kinds of strange iron casting parts for the legendary crossbow Raven Guard.

I said, there are still about ten days.

The dwarf prince turned to look at Blake and said:

Your gem will purify faster. Also, when will my brother come back?

Don't rush it, it's already being done.

The pirate wore the moon blades around his waist and covered them with a wide watcher's cloak. He casually picked up the full bag of elementium ammunition and hung it on his waist. Then he turned around and answered:

The three dumb dwarf pirates you brought also set off on the ship this morning. They fought well in the Blade Fist Arena. My chief gladiator rated them as pretty good among mediocre gladiators.

He still doesn't want to let him go.

I assigned a fox-man guide to the 'Troublesome Trio', and even if the sea breeze of the 'Djinn God' accelerated their journey, it would take at least twenty days.

Just wait patiently.

I promise that when you leave, you will definitely take old Brian back with you. When you go back, tell him to stop running around and dig around in the ruins of Uldaman in the Desolate Land when you have nothing to do.

There's real good stuff there.

Okay, I won’t disturb you from your work, I’m leaving first.

I have a 'date' tonight, and I don't want to miss it.

Wow, young people have hot dates. I remember that when I, an old dwarf, was still young, I often participated in them.

Muradin whistled less seriously.

He winked and said:

Is there a girl waiting for you?

Well, there are many girls waiting for me. They are all thin and vicious. Each of them is a real water snake, just like the cannibalistic woman.

After tonight's unforgettable 'hot passion', they will definitely want to eat me for the rest of their lives.

The pirate also whistled back at the old dwarf in an unceremonious manner, and then walked out of the forge with a laugh.

However, after walking into the night of Tol Barad's South Island, the smile on the pirate's face disappeared, and his expression, which was not serious about making dirty jokes, suddenly turned into the murderous look of a cold-faced evil star.

Not far from the forge, the armored hippogryph Cang Qiong was stamping anxiously on the ground with its iron hooves. After seeing its master coming, the brave and loyal hippogryph neighed and came over. .

good

The pirate touched its head, turned over and rode on it, and flew into the sky with the flapping wings. After a few minutes of flight, he arrived at an open space in Nathalas College.

Dean Lanyue wants to prepare his own transformation ceremony, and Archmage Elam wants to teach, so the only one left to support tonight's operation is Prince Farodis.

And the prince tonight was not as peaceful as before, his handsome face was full of coldness.

This is an expression that rarely appears on the face of a cultivated spellcaster like Prince Faroldis. The reason why it is so cold is probably because the enemy he is setting out to deal with today is one of the rare enemies he hates in his long cursed life. enemy.

Naga!

That's right, after a long period of preparation, they are going to fight Naga tonight!

And it's not just them.

The elite soldiers and generals of several clans of the Ancestral Turtle have been prepared, and they have also provided us with enough thorn algae in the village of Vasj'ir.

My apprentices have been busy making underwater breathing potions this week, and have now made hundreds of bottles, enough for tonight's raid.

Seeing Blake jumping down from behind the hippogryph, Prince Faroldis came up to him and said to him:

Although I have always believed in your intelligence capabilities, I still have to confirm one last time. Are you sure Shaladar Tide Scepter is in Vashj'ir?

We took such a risk and broke into the city of the Naga Empire. If we couldn't find that thing, it would be a disaster.

Although the ancestral turtles are now cooperating with us, the turtle people cannot believe everything they say.

They already have a feud with the Nagas. If you can draw your undead pirates into this war in the name of artifacts, it will be beneficial to them.

I'm sure, definitely and definitely!

Blake confidently said to Prince Faroldis:

I don't have the only information channel for Turtle Man.

He explained quietly:

The Riptide Warrior Aikulon who was sent to the Throat of the Abyss last time has asked the Djinn to send me a message. Lord Tide Hunter has confirmed our goal through the fluctuations in the elemental realm.

The Tide Scepter is definitely in Vashj'ir!

Nothing else resonates with the physical world and the elemental realm.

very good!

Prince Farodis nodded and said:

In this case, the benefits from the adventure have outweighed the risks it may bring. With the Tide Scepter in hand, you will no longer be afraid of any challenges on the sea.

No, a scepter alone cannot do that.

Blake shook his head and said:

“The reason why the Tide Scepter can command the sea is because it contains a drop of the living water essence of the Well of Eternity sealed by Queen Azshara, but the eternal water alone cannot make the tide obey.

After all, it is just a spell-casting medium. Azshara can use it to set off endless tides, but in my hands, it can only trigger one tide at most.

How much damage it can do depends not on itself, but on who is using it.

Besides, that thing belongs to the category of elemental magic and is something that shamans should use. As a person who plays shadow magic, I'd better not pursue it.

Then why are you so concerned about tonight's raid?

Prince Farodis said in surprise:

Is it really because of the agreement you made with the Ancestral Turtle? No way, Black, when did you value the interests of others so much?

I am a person who abides by my promises! I also said that I would help you get rid of the curse on the land of Azsuna. You can't slander me like this, Master Faroldis.

People who know me say that I am a promise keeper.

Moreover, didn’t I tell you the reason why we must have a big fight tonight?

His Royal Highness Prince.

The pirate curled his lips, moved his shoulders, looked at the stars and moon in the sky, and said:

“The ‘benefits’ I understand don’t necessarily mean that you have to get something good, but it can also mean that the enemy cannot get it, or that they lose their advantage.

From a macro perspective, harming others but not benefiting oneself is occasionally acceptable.

Sharadaar can easily destroy a fleet in the hands of Queen Azshara, so I will definitely take it from the queen's hands. If that horrible thing is still in Azshara's hands, we poor people who make a living on the sea will simply have trouble sleeping and eating.

Then you want to give it up to the Ancestral Turtles?

The Magic Prince blinked and whispered:

You should know that although the Ancestral Turtles are full of confidence, even if they get the Tide Scepter and rely on these two artifacts, they can't protect themselves at all, right?

Their population was a thousand times smaller than the naga's and that was the only reason for their failure.

As long as Queen Azshara makes up her mind one morning, by evening, there won't be even one Ancestral Turtle left in the world.

The reason why these marine creatures can still reproduce and survive is entirely because the queen is too lazy to care about them.

The ancestor turtles, who are good at calculating small accounts but can't see the big picture clearly, don't quite understand this truth. As long as tonight's raid on Vashj'ir to snatch the artifact is carried out, the end of the Ancestral Turtles may soon come.

Hearing what Prince Faroldis said, Black smiled implicitly, and asked softly:

Isn't that better? No one will like a guy who is both a snake and a mouse, right?

Ha ha ha ha

The Magic Prince laughed and waved his hand to open a portal leading to the Nagfar. He and Black stepped into it, with the Hippogryph Sky and Bear, and the Wolf Wolf behind them to see their master off.

Tonight is an undersea battle, so they won't be able to appear.

You can be lazy openly.

Quack

As soon as Blake came through the portal, the little fish man and his group of croaking pirates saluted the commander on the deck of the ghost ship.

Tonight is an undersea battle, the home ground of the murlocs!

They're going to be full of energy and make a scene tonight.

Each of you has received ten bottles of underwater breathing potion, which is enough for you old seals to swim in the water for ten hours! I have no other requirements for your actions tonight.

On the deck of the Nagfar, Black shouted to a group of elite undead pirates standing in front of him:

Listen to me!

Ten hours later, early tomorrow morning, I will let the sea of ​​Vashj'ir be filled with Naga corpses! I will use the wails of soft-skinned snakes to 'celebrate' the birthday of my precious ship.

There are treasures everywhere!

After the robbery, if there is still less than three pockets of garbage, drown yourself in the female naga's urinal as soon as possible! I don't need incompetent trash in my fleet!

Do you understand everything?

This brief and powerful pre-war mobilization made the pirates on the deck howl wildly, waving their sailor knives and shouting Black's name.

There is ambition in the noise, and fighting spirit in the chaos.

very good!

Blake nodded with satisfaction and turned to look at the moonlight above his head.

The moment the Nagfar, loaded with roaring pirates, sailed out of the Shadow of Leaves barrier under the moonlit night, the ghost ship sank silently into the sea.

She was like a devilish black shark, swaying its tail and marching towards the predetermined battlefield.

An unprecedented deep-sea robbery is about to begin!