Shadow Trails in Azeroth

Blake's bitter taunt actually makes no sense.

Because King Mechagon's logical thinking circuit is actually not as low-level as he said. It is self-reinforcement completed by absorbing knowledge from Titan Engineering. The black technology content of his data-based thinking is a little more advanced than the pirates thought.

After checking and calculating multiple data, he can actually control his decision-making behavior.

He can choose not to chase Blake, who is obviously trying to lure him away so that others can dismantle the return bomb. He can continue to stay here to escort the return bomb, and he can personally complete the return to Boralus Port. plan.

He knew he should do this.

But after hesitating for a few seconds, the king dropped two shield generators towards the origin bomb, and then controlled his cool R-21/X-type air unit to pursue Black with a whoosh.

It wasn't because Black's taunts attracted hatred, but because the pirate's words moved King Mechagon.

Although he showed full confidence, the fact that the Guiyuan bomb was a half-finished product could not fool him.

Countless calculations have proven this.

The power of this bomb after it explodes is uncontrollable.

It cannot maintain the stability of the soul while transforming flesh and blood. It is impossible for such a bomb to realize the ideal of bringing the entire world back to the beautiful, orderly ancient era ruled by the Titan system.

It will fulfill its role of destruction perfectly.

But what His Majesty Mechagon wants is not pure destruction, he wants more!

The explosion of the bomb was just a means to him, not an end. He needs the forbidden knowledge of Titan facilities around the world, and he needs to use that knowledge to strengthen and perfect his creations.

But if you want to enter the Titan facility, you need an identity verification.

It was impossible to replicate the secret knowledge he had gained by sneaking into the Origin Forge and learning knowledge a second time. If he wanted to continue learning, he must first obtain a Titan Creation Access Card.

It's a pity that this thing is not so easy to handle.

King Mechagon spent nearly a thousand years unable to find a key that could open the Titan's treasure trove of wisdom for him.

He also thought about using violent means such as explosions to open up the Titan facilities that had been sealed for nearly a million years, but after complex and precise calculations, he came to a pessimistic conclusion.

Based on the protection system of the Titan City Ulduar, which he had visited once, even if he blew up the continental shelf of Northrend, the Titan City would not be affected at all.

It was like a turtle shell, giving him nowhere to eat.

He has to get that stone!

The Titan energy emanating from the stone in Black Shaw's hand was pure and huge. That dirty, smelly pirate didn't lie!

The stone in his hand definitely has something to do with Titan.

That was the key he had longed for for nearly a thousand years.

On the one hand, it is the destruction of the present, and on the other hand, it is the salvation of the future.

How to choose is very simple.

He knew it was a bait, but he still bit the hook hard.

boom

Two shocking missiles accurately exploded in the air at the front and rear of the pirate. When the strange ammunition exploded, it set off a sharp explosion of air, like two air punches, hitting Black's demonized body one after the other.

His wings were folded together like a shield to withstand the shock and impact. The magic shield outside his body continued to take effect and was refreshed every thirty seconds, so that he did not have to worry about being hit by shrapnel.

But the missiles were just an appetizer.

According to Prince Erazmin's description, his father's air unit aircraft was loaded with all the advanced black technology in Mechagon. It was simply a mobile war fortress.

The pirate hovered in the air, flipping the magic eyeballs on his shoulders backwards, looking past the screaming King Mechagon's car that was chasing him, and looking at the Origin Bomb flying behind the clouds.

The guards and gnomes have already approached the thing. They only need to kill the shield generator on the outer layer of the bomb to dismantle it.

However, this work is bound to take some time, and the pirates must buy enough time for them.

Or, he could simply kill King Mechagon and end this sudden disaster at its source.

Ha! Don't come so close to me! I hate dealing with strangers.

Blake spun in the air, and while flying with deft reflexes, he pulled down a burning Blake's hand from the sky, and smashed the shadow flame-burning meteor backward.

Detonated in advance when approaching the flying unit, the scorching meteor fragments were like whirling arrows, whizzing and hitting the energy matrix of King Mechagon's aircraft.

The strong impact caused the aircraft to shake, but it soon returned to stability.

I'm going to rip your wings off!

The mechanical king behind shouted angrily, and he set up two rapid-fire cannons on the aircraft. In the next moment, a metal storm mixed with scorching lasers swept towards Black at high altitude.

The scene was like a dogfight between two fighter planes in the sky. They shuttled through the clouds in the sky and vented their power to each other while entangled back and forth.

Black's various magics continued to be thrown out, and he cunningly mixed the sleeping magic into a series of magic bombardments, but King Mechagon's fully mechanized transformation made it ignore Nasrezim's exquisite psychic magic.

Whether it's sleeping, mental whipping, or simple fear spells, death coils, etc., they are all useless to him.

There was no fear in this guy's heart at all.

No wonder he boasted that he would use his mechanized power to fight against the corruption of the ancient gods.

With his iron will in every sense of the word, the mental corruption that the ancient gods and their servants are best at is really of no use to him.

Unfortunately, when facing those things, determination alone cannot lead to victory.

Blake rushed into the clouds with a whoosh, using the clouds and mist to escape into seclusion, unleashing Mephistros's signature shadow crawling technique.

The turbid shadow instantly shrouded the surrounding airspace like a black curtain, and King Mechagon's aircraft that rushed into it was immediately captured by the power of the shadow.

Two visions of the Dread Lord rushed out of the darkness, one on the left and one on the right, laughing wildly as they impacted the matrix shield of the aircraft.

A strong and painful shadow impact will be exerted on it every second. This high-level use of shadow magic cannot be exempted in this dark airspace.

As long as he couldn't rush out, he would have to bear this kind of ranged magic impact.

Hey, why are you still pretending to sleep?

The pirate hiding in the shadows patted the skull of old man Sakir on his belt, pretending that he was just a decoration. He stared at the cool aircraft scurrying in the darkness in front of him and said:

Get up and give him a shot! Knock him out.

It's not as easy as you think.

Old man Thaqir slowly floated next to Blake, just like the old man who had just woken up. He also pretended to move his upper and lower jaw bones and yawned.

Its eyes burning with purple flames looked at the aircraft in the dark clouds in front of it and said:

That thing has three energy deflectors. Any energy impact will be weakened by at least two-thirds. Even if I drain your life force and shoot a demigod strike, it will be useless.

Oops, I didn’t expect that someone in your backward world on the magic side could actually develop such a powerful aircraft. Of course, the aerospace technology is still far behind that of our Eredar people.

But by your standards, it's pretty good.

Oh, I didn't realize it. In addition to being a black-hearted warlock and a mentor of failure, old man, you are also a master of engineering?

Blake teased:

How did an all-around talented person like you end up like this?

I'm not a master of engineering.

Thaqir snorted, walked around Blake, and said in a humble tone:

“But in the glorious days of our Argus world, the glorious and wise Enlightenment Academy also had a school of Argus engineering, and it was very powerful.

Our civilization is a combination of magic and technology. It is so advanced than your lower civilizations.

But your perfect world is finished just like you. Instead, we, the 'barbaric' ones, defeated the Burning Legion 10,000 years ago, so old man, stop reminiscing about the good old days and think of a solution quickly!

Blake scolded.

As soon as he finished speaking, the mechanical king who was captured in the shadow area in front of him withstood the strong shadow burning and sprayed two weird prismatic bombs in all directions.

There was a loud bang, and a curtain of light that was as dazzling as the bursting sunlight rose up, shining so hard that Blake, who was hiding in the shadows, had to raise his paws to cover his eyes.

In front of his eyes, two exploding light bombs released extremely intense light and heat in an instant, completely illuminating and dispersing the Dread Lord's shadow creeping domain.

What else can you do! Pirate! You can't escape! Give me the key!

King Mechagon sat on his aircraft and shouted:

Perhaps because of your contribution to this great cause, I can personally help you and those you care about complete the transformation of your origin, so that you can have a place in the new world.

This is a just and great thing, and you should feel honored for it!

Haha, another madman who does crazy things in the name of justice.

Sakhil commented poignantly:

“There are people like this in every world. The more firmly they pursue justice, the more they will cause disaster and torture to the world they want to ‘protect’.

If you encounter such a guy, you will kill him!

Don't show mercy.

Just unplug the energy deflector on his aircraft and destroy one. Leave the rest to me. My pathetic and evil apprentice, you really should improve your knowledge of dealing with mechanical creations.

I want to learn magic, practice archery and shadow skills, cultivate a relationship with my pet, and command my fleet. Now, I want to study engineering again?

Blake complained:

In your eyes, four hours of sleep a day is too much, right?

Hey, do you know how long Archimonde slept in a day just to get my approval when he was learning magic under me?

Thaqir scolded contemptuously:

Eredar wizards who want to get ahead in the Enlightenment Academy will not waste time resting. If you want to accomplish great things, you must seize every second.

It seems to me that you are jaded enough.

Your still-charming lich mentor has been too indulgent to you, and your talents have not been developed at all.

This is simply a blasphemy against talent!

The pirate turned a deaf ear to the old man's preaching.

He saw the opportunity and flashed around the king's aircraft with a whoosh. He withstood the heavy energy matrix around the aircraft and the fire from missiles and rapid-fire cannons, and waved his claws to create a shadow scythe.

The sharp energy blade slashed across King Mechagon's body, leaving a scratch on his console. The Machine King was also shocked and pulled up the joystick to climb up.

At the same time, the arm-like magnetic arm under the aircraft also exerted its power again, and a heavy magnetic force came like a heavy cannon, pressing Blake's body to the high altitude.

The chaotic magnetic field was impacting and interfering with his senses, as if the world was spinning, but before the more ferocious flesh-stripping ray could be fired, the pirate jumped away in a flash.

He appeared in the air, drank a mouthful of snake oil, drew the long bow of the spirit string, and fired three sniper attacks in the next moment. Three consecutive void spikes accurately stabbed the same position, destroying the outermost energy deflector with difficulty. .

It's now!

Thal'kiel howled and was about to launch a charged punch, but Black reached out and caught him in his claws.

When the pirate got close just now, he noticed a small change on the aircraft. Under the blindfold, he blinked and said:

Don't be busy. His aircraft is very flexible and it's difficult for a beam to hit the target at once. Let's add some ingredients to him first. It's up to me.

After saying that, he covered his arms, screamed in an exaggerated manner, flapped his wings again, and rushed towards the sky at high speed as if running away, as if he was injured.

Don't even think about running away.

The Mechanical King pushed the joystick all the way, letting the flying fortress-like aircraft roar out of the clouds and chase Blake up and up.

The level on the console was beating with increasingly exaggerated height figures.

3000 meters, 5000 meters, 7000 meters.

As Blake continued to fly upwards, he felt it was difficult to breathe. He spread his wings, hovered suddenly, and looked down at King Mechagon and his aircraft rushing below.

The demon pirate with a distorted face grinned. As Old Man Sachiel laughed wildly with the same long tone, he released the skull in his hand and allowed it to absorb the life force from his body.

Don't suck too much. You don't need a demigod strike. After the energy deflection is disabled, the high-powered legendary magic will be enough to shoot him down.

Blake said something.

The suspended skull next to him opened to its maximum, and the beating flames of the shadow continued to compress and gather in its mouth. King Mechagon, who detected the high-energy reaction, pulled the control stick to make an evasive flight.

But the moment he pulled the joystick, he heard a crunching sound of broken ice.

The king's heart suddenly sank to the bottom of the valley.

He looked down and saw that the bottom of the left and right auxiliary thrusters of his perfect War Fortress aircraft were covered with ice that had spread from unknown time.

I said, the optical shielding limit on Mechagon Island is 3,000 meters, right? In order to ensure concealment, the daily flying height of all your flying mechanical creations will not exceed this number.

High in the sky, Blake flicked the ice on his paws and shouted to the king below:

Have you ever conducted a high-altitude flight test after completing the production of your 'perfect' aircraft? At an altitude of almost 12,000 meters, at a temperature of tens of degrees below zero, no matter how precise the machinery is, it will freeze. .

Tsk tsk, look, as I said, I also know some engineering.

My dear Majesty, I hope you have prepared a high-altitude parachute in advance.