Azeroth Shadow Trail

   Chapter 1000 96. Are you Blake Shaw? Come, kiss this ring - for not burying the sword brother plus [210]

  The entire Zul'Farrak was full of burning evil fire, making it difficult for the beaten trolls to form an effective counterattack for a while.

   Mainly because this battle is too scary.

   Who used twelve giant dragons as the vanguard for raids?

  Is this a stab at the dragon's nest?

   The sandfury trolls living in the backcountry have never seen a storm dragon. They thought it was also a guardian dragon, which led to their morale plummeting before the official battle.

   Some guilty trolls even took advantage of the chaos and led people to escape.

   Mainly because they organized a group of people not long ago to "explore" in the cave of time in the Bronze Dragon Holy Land in the Tanaris Desert.

Sandfury trolls plan to use the empty dragon's nest as their second city in the Tanaris desert. The Cavern of Time has a very good terrain and plenty of water, making it a good base camp choice. land.

   But their arrogant "immigration plan" has not yet started, so a giant dragon came to the door. These unlucky **** thought it was their reckless actions that angered the guardian dragons, which led to the dragon's revenge.

   Before he even started to beat himself, he was a little cowardly.

  While the city was chaotic, Blake had slipped into Zul'Farrak by himself, and he was accustomed to speeding in the moonlight without even needing Bwonsamdi next to him to guide him.

  In this "labyrinth" surrounded by sandfury trolls with peculiar buildings similar to desert huts, the stinky pirates just came home, and wandered to the temple area where Martyr Sekar was located.

   It is said to be the temple area, but it is actually a ruined area that has long since collapsed into shape.

  This is next to the high mountains outside Zul'Farrak, and troll-style tombstones can still be seen in a collapsed building.

   Surrounded by weathered and disrespectful walls, like a wasteland, it is difficult to imagine that the last shrine of Muezala would be located in such a desolate place.

   Judging from the surrounding sand traces, even the Sandfury trolls in the city of Zul'Farrak rarely come here.

   "Be careful, there are death scarab nests all around, just under the sandy ruins, every inch of the ground has the nests of those horrible things."

   As Black stepped into the ruins, Bwonsamdi reminded:

   "Those scarab beetles are the symbol of Muezala, and they are also the last creatures that it left in the material world to bless. In the whole world, only two adjacent deserts of Tanaris and Silithus grow.

  These little things carry terrifying poison, one bite and you can start praying to the gods you believe in, if you're an unbeliever.

   Well, there are about ten seconds for you to temporarily choose a faith to repent of your sins, and then pray that you can go to heaven. "

   "And this kind of good stuff? Why didn't you say it earlier?"

  The stinky pirate grinned. He stepped onto this desolate place. There was no vibration at all when his feet stepped on the ground. Naturally, he would not disturb the scarab beetles underground.

   But Blake took the initiative to reach out and poke the ground away, and after a while, several black hard-shelled scarabs were pinched in his hands.

  These little things are the size of a baby's fist, but their black carapace has a pattern similar to a skull, and the silver-gray pattern makes these poisonous things look full of a strange beauty.

  The pirate picked up the Defiler Fragment and gently picked it up in the scarab, and a full poison sac fell into the palm of his hand.

"Poison, 嘁, the next method, I don't really need it anymore. But although I can't use it, my followers can use it, and handing over this instantly deadly poison to them will definitely bring more to the world. Change."

  Blake grinned, grabbed a few scarabs and threw them into the sack, intending to take them back as gifts for the Uncrowned.

   The result was Bwonsamdi's faint mockery:

   "You don't need to use poison, you're laughing to death, I saw you put poison bottles in your luggage last night, don't tell me those dark green liquids are what you drink.

  You disgusting hypocrite. "

   "What? Started hating me before it was over? My dear Bwonsamdi."

  Black pouted and said in a sarcastic tone:

   "Oh, I understand, you are the legendary 'scumbag', no wonder Shadra once wanted to kill you, you should be thankful to Muerzala for your blessing.

   Alas, the protected weak chicken adopted son is wicked and courageous, and colluded with outsiders to smash the adoptive father's urn, which is really unfortunate for the family. "

  “嘁”

   Bwonsamdi shut up.

  The old troll also has to admit that it may be on par with Blake in terms of spoofing, but when it comes to taunting oral work, he and Blake are at least ten old Ganies away.

   And after the pirate finished the poison sac, he raised his head and looked ahead.

  Under a stele spire that has not yet collapsed, there are many troll slates scattered across the board. Most of the text on it is not clear, but there are still some faint marks.

   "This is the shrine of consolation left after the victory of the troll empire and the Qiraji. It has been almost 14,000 years ago."

   Bwonsamdi, who no longer has a vicious tongue, is like a dutiful tour guide, introducing to Blake:

   "The Sandfury trolls are here for that very reason.

  They are not desert trolls, but the loyal pioneers of the troll empire. They protect the frontiers of the empire and the glory of victory. Really, the Sandfury clan is the most glorious clan besides the Zandalar trolls.

  Unfortunately, now even they themselves have forgotten their former glory.

   The original reason for the establishment of Zul'Farrak was to serve as a place of comfort for the heroes who died in the battle of the buggers, so there was a shrine to Muezala here.

   I used to have a shrine here too.

  Unfortunately, it was abandoned by me after the sky was broken. What a mistake, I should have discovered this oversight earlier. "

   "It's not too late, after all, this kind of unpopular thing has been maintained for more than 10,000 years, and only you trolls who have been down for more than 10,000 years have the mood to record it.

  The glory of the past, the defeated dogs could not accept the cruel reality of beatings, and could only seek comfort in the glory of their ancestors.

I understand.

   Escape is shameful, but it is often useful. "

   "Has anyone ever told you that your mouth is so rude! If it weren't for my weakness now, I wouldn't be able to beat you"

In the dance of the troll mask, Blake ignored Bwonsamdi's complaints. He squatted down, reached out and wiped the troll stele in front of him. From it, he saw the words that recorded the name and deeds of the father of the night, Muezala. .

   This is the last piece of literature related to Muezala that remains in Azeroth. If you bring it back, Dean Blue Moon may reward himself with a big medal.

   But a pity.

"boom"

  Sarameni quietly unsheathed, with a fiery burning puncture, and with Black's blade swinging, the slate in front of him shattered with a single blow.

"it is good!"

  Bwonsamdi cried out with joy as he watched Muezala's stone tablet shattered.

He says:

   "I should have asked you to do this earlier, my trash priests didn't even dare to look at it, for fear of angering Muezala, let alone destroying such an ancient stele.

   Sure enough, professional things should be handed over to professional people, and sabotage has to be done by lowly pirates who have no bottom line!

  The shrine is in the ruins ahead, work hard, we'll finish this tonight. "

   "Well, the air around is a bit gloomy and cold. As you said, Muerzala really arranged things here."

   As soon as the pirates stepped into the ruined passage in front of them, the surrounding darkness began to twist, and the shadows swayed to cover the back and front of the pirates.

   With the gloomy call of the night, several troll ghosts in armor were like fish underwater, twisting their bodies and emerging from the liquid darkness beside them.

   "Damn it! These are my troll heroes hiding in the otherworld, the famous queens, chieftains and warlords of the Zandalar trolls and other clans."

   Bwonsamdi yelled when he saw these weird spirits:

   "This is my favorite collection. That **** in Muezala actually uses them as consumables. Be gentle, my friend, don't destroy the integrity of their souls.

  These ghosts from the world of the dead are not afraid of harm, they are simply incomprehensible to others, but simple to you. A weakened heart is enough to send them back to the other world.

   Just use the method I taught you before to harvest the anima they were given.

   I will 'fix' them when I get my site back. "

   "Then try this."

  Blake glanced at Salameni in his hand, he let out a long breath, and put his two-handed sword into a strange swordsmanship start-up move. In the next instant, several troll ghosts attacked him.

  It is a completely different form from the spiritual body of the material world, as if it will not be affected by the power of reality.

  The solid blade will swipe across their body without causing damage, and the bombardment of magic will also be absorbed and counterattacked by them with strange energy.

but.

   "Eat my great destroyer!"

  Black let out a roar, the blade swept forward and slashed forward, and in the next instant, it rotated and slashed.

  The infusion of the divine power of the void makes the blade sway with a faint purple light of the fire of the void. The power from the Titan Swordsmanship to compress the divine power and then blast it hits the ghosts in front of them, which will weaken them as if they were torn apart.

The peculiar power of   xin energy is disturbed by divine power, which is a secret that few people know. And on the pirate's character card, there are new prompts beating:

   Start of anima extraction. One-third of the progress, anima converges in the center. Anima power appears

"boom"

  Sarameni wildly slashed the neck of a troll ghost holding a double axe, and hooked out the last ray of heart energy in his body.

  The familiar scorching power followed the weapon and gathered in the pirate's palm, turning into a ball of light intertwined with gray-black and pale white.

  Black grabbed it instead of absorbing it as an "experience" as before, and at the touch of a finger, the properties and names of the anima were also interpreted:

   Name: Hurricane Core

  Quality: Pale Anima Orb

Requirements:

   1. Possess [Warrior] or related occupations

  2.【Whirlwind Slash】The skill proficiency has reached mastery or above

   Anima special effects:

  [Whirlwind] or [Blade Storm] 50% of the damage dealt by skill attacks can be used for HP recovery

   "Great stuff, just a little rotten."

  Black sighed, and was about to crush his heart into "experience" to improve his watchman occupation level, but was stopped by Bwonsamdi:

   "You can't use it yourself, it doesn't mean you can't give it to others! Listen to old Bwonsamdi's advice, mortals can't understand the power of anima because they can't understand the true meaning of the power of death.

   But the appearance of you freak means that the valuable knowledge from the world of the dead can also be accepted and used by the material world.

   You can give your heart energy to other people, such as the stupid warrior beside you. "

   Bwonsamdi reminded:

   "This is your advantage, and you have to make good use of it. You have to understand that the power that God Loa bestows on the believers is also achieved through the means of psychic empowerment.

   And you now have Loa's authority in hand!

  I also know that you have the ‘method of becoming a god’ left by Zemlan, and God Loa has always been one of your choices. Why not start harnessing this power now? "

   The smelly pirate's eyes lit up, he glanced at the pale and dark light ball in his hand, and said:

   "I didn't expect this kind of gameplay before, but how long can this thing be kept?"

   "Not as short as you think, but definitely not too long."

   Bwonsamdi laughed and said:

   "So you'd better destroy the shrine quickly, and then let's have fun playing tricks with ghosts, not me, I have experience in this area."

"Row."

  Blake seemed to have opened the door to a new world, and swiftly sent the remaining ghosts back to the Shadow Realm, and gained three groups of pale anima.

   It's not that the people sent by Muerzala are too weak. In fact, these anima ghosts are almost foolproof here.

   Everyone other than Black can only come here to die.

The   heart can protect the ghosts from being hurt by the swords of the material world, unless they are forcibly smashed with divine power, or the ruins are razed to the ground by a large-scale bombardment to destroy their hiding places.

  Otherwise, even a warrior like Heya would come in and die one by one.

  Blake's freehand brushwork is based on his opening.

   "This shrine is really broken!"

  The pirate walked through the dark tunnel and saw the stone shrine placed in the darkness in front of him at a glance.

  A shrine that has not been maintained for more than 10,000 years has absolutely no trace of its sacred majesty. At first glance, it looks like a stone pillar totem carved with the symbols of skeletons and other beasts. If it were not buried in the ground, it would have been broken due to weathering.

   "Quick, break it!"

   Bwonsamdi urged.

  The voice of the troll Sao Talker was shaking, obviously he was too excited.

  Blake didn't let him down either. He stepped forward and slashed Salameni on the stone pillar. The darkness around him seemed to be hurt by this knife.

  In the ear-piercing weird scream, the angry scolding followed the collapse of the stone pillar, and the entire cold land quickly returned to normal temperature.

  The pirates know that this knife has successfully sent themselves to the top of the list of hated by the father of the night.

   But he didn't care.

   As Bwonsamdi said, destroying the last connection between Muezala and the material world, then the father of the night can only become a lonely ghost who is preying on the shadow world.

   Do you still want to use the sword of the shadow world to kill the smelly pirates of my material world?

  You want to be beautiful!

   "Ha, get it done."

  Black put up his sword, clapped the dust on his hands, and celebrated with the ecstatic old Bwonsamdi. If it weren't for the fact that he was not here, the angry old troll would definitely dance for the smelly pirate.

   But at the same time as the two villains shared the joy, in the shattering and wriggling shadow of the shrine, a strange dark shadow appeared silently, as if it was hard squeezed out of a closed door.

   At the moment when she tried to get close to the pirate, the cold Salameni quietly unsheathed and pressed against the plump chest of the person who approached.

   "This dread witch. I don't really like strangers approaching me."

  Black turned his head in the darkness and looked at the strange female dreadlord in front of him.

   He said in amazement:

   "I always thought you were a legend. Many people said that the Nasrezim are only male. Well, I didn't mean to humiliate you. I'm just telling the truth. The ignorant think that the dreadlords are a bunch of gays."

   "Joke, how would Nasrezim reproduce without women?"

   The fear witch pointed with the sword was not afraid.

   She moved her gorgeous blood-red armor with a corrupted beauty, and waved her wings adorned with red and gold gems and her own small and delicate devil horns.

   "You! Mortal, are you Blake Shaw? Am I right?"

   "Well, I should be."

  The pirate looked up and down the Dread Witch's gorgeous and dashing luxurious armor and bright red long cloak, he said:

   "Are you the messenger of Emperor Denasius?"

   "It's very discerning. It seems that the rumored story of your prophet's omniscience doesn't seem to be fake."

  The Witch of Fear laughed, looked at Black with an admiring look, and said:

   "I am the messenger of the Supreme Emperor, borrowing the ridiculous Muerzala's shrine to come to the material world to convey the will of the Emperor for you.

   But first, come forward, mortals!

   Kiss the seal of the Lord of Eternal Pain and come and offer your allegiance to Ravendes. "

   (end of this chapter)