Azeroth Shadow Trail

   Chapter 1749 117. Mischief of the evil **** of the abyss

  The Academy of Nar'Thalas was not quiet in the dark.

   On the grass under the star-gazing platform, a group of Druid students were yawning and watching the effects of the moon phase changes on natural magic under the guidance of their mentor.

   And next to them separated by a wall, several apprentices of the Shaman Academy are trying to infuse their own elements. In some ancient traditions, such infusion enhancement must be carried out under the moonlight.

  The other colleges were quiet.

   Aside from the psychic side, which is always brightly lit, it is said that those guys are about to have their mid-term exams, and the topic seems to be stitching up the body of a "loser" from fight club without help.

   In terms of the **** fighting intensity over there, this is quite a difficult job, and students from other schools named it "Perfect Restoration of Corpse Fragments" after watching it.

   This assessment is very difficult, so there are apprentices “reviewing” there every night in the strangely shaped laboratory building of the psychic school.

   Anyone who has seen that scene will vomit, so the school cafeteria has stopped delivering meals to psychics for the past two weeks to ensure the mental health of their employees.

  As for the teaching buildings of the mages and warlocks, it was equally lively, and there were guys everywhere who felt that they could not pass the high school entrance examination, so they took advantage of the night to catch up with the incidents.

   All in all, the academy was orderly, as usual.

   "I thought you rushed back anxiously to see that 'key project', but this time you brought a man into the lab. Did you change your temper, or are you planning to do something else in my lab?"

  Prince Farondis' gentle and magnetic voice sounded behind Black.

  The pirate did not look back but waved his hand one last time, restoring the moon phase that had been under his control for the past few minutes to normal.

   At the moment he turned around, the Druid mentors from the Cenarion Order below the Observatory cried out regretfully in unison, apparently because they felt that their efforts to decipher the peculiar moon phase had failed tonight.

   This may be that Luna is conveying some important information to them, but they cannot interpret it because they are not good at learning.

"You seem more relaxed than ever, my dear Farodis, look at the smile on your always somber face, and let me guess, while I'm away from Azeroth Here, something good must have happened, right?"

  Blake sat at the desk of Farodis, reached out to take the red wine handed over by the magic prince, and asked the spirit body in front of him with a wink.

  Farodis did not hide either, he said softly:

   "Just two weeks after you left Azeroth, we lifted Azsuna's curse.

  My people have regained their sanity, although it took me a month for my psychic colleagues to calibrate their wills and make them understand how the world has changed.

   But it was all worth it, they stopped cursing me, they understood the truth of the matter, and that desolate place has rebuilt order.

  My people will continue to live there until they no longer want to remain ghostly in an age that is not theirs.

I have left the relationship with the druid mentors in the academy, and ask the druids of Val'sharah to help take care of them. If they need it, the druids will **** their souls back to Mount Hyjal and return as elves. into the world tree.

   We are not night elves, but the Sisterhood of Elune has always been interested in saving the souls of our compatriots, and it took little time to convince them.

  Thank you, Blake.

   After ten thousand years of suffering, my people are finally free. "

   "Well, this is really a good thing. It's a bit too stingy to use such a small cup to celebrate such a beautiful event?"

  Black glanced at the priceless elf empire wine glass in his hand. He made a joke, took another sip of wine, and squinted at Farodis, he said:

   "They didn't invite you to stay and rule them? If they don't even want to say such a thing, it means that no one in your palace has a conscience.

  Look at you, the dignified magic prince became a pirate in order to save the people. "

   "They said, they got together to keep me repeatedly, they said they hurt me for 10,000 years, they wanted to make amends, I was moved, but I refused."

  Farodis walked to the window wearing his robe, and from this height he looked at the Na'thalas Academy under the moonlight. He felt that the moonlight was especially bright and bright tonight.

   He drank the wine in his hand, turned back to Blake, who was looking at him, and said with a smile:

   "My people no longer need a ruler, they are free, and the facts of 10,000 years ago proved that I am not a qualified king, maybe they would be better off without me.

   And, since I'm a pirate, right? Always take responsibility for the fleet.

What's more, Dean Lanyue, who has always acted according to the rules, left the academy irresponsibly this time and ran to the stars to support a **** disciple. If I don't care anymore, the order of the academy we built with all our strength will be over. .

   This is not what I want to see.

  Black, I'm not a prince now, and I have nothing to do with the past. I'm just the deputy dean of Nathalas College. When you're not around, I'll help you take care of the college and the students here. "

   "This really touched me, but don't expect me to be merciful and give you extra allowances. That's something that can be decided by Dean Lanyue, but I can say good things to you."

  Blake pouted and jumped off the desk. He put the glass in his hand and picked up the 10,000-year-old wine collected by Farodis, raised his head and blew on the bottle like a cow chewing peonies.

   After such a refreshing drink, the pirate coughed and said:

   "I heard from some talkative students on the way that Deathwing came here to make trouble when I was leaving?"

   "Just trying to break into the Great Enchantment of the Shadow of the Foliage, and I, mentor Kel'Thuzad, Lord Shaun Moonclaw, Lady Magatha Tide Totem, and other mentors blocked it."

   Farodis shook his head and said:

   "The situation is not as serious as you think, when the crazy dragon seemed to be injured, it flew from the north and came with rage to destroy the academy.

   But in this sea area, they were attacked by the Hydraxian Legion and the Unending Wind Legion.

Holy Beasts No. 1 and No. 2 of the Order of the Tides also came to help, of course, the Spell Weaver and the Red Dragon Queen, and a strange black dragon also participated in the battle, the guy with the Hammer of Khaz'gros and Death Wings fought **** battles at sea.

   In short, the battle that day was very big, which opened the eyes of the students.

   This is actually not a bad thing.

  Spellcasters born in this era can be inexperienced, but they must have a big heart to accept all kinds of emergencies. "

   "But it destroyed the tower used by the Warlock School for experiments. It's a pity. I still like that tower. I have a lot of affection for that tower, even if it's just the ruins of a watchtower."

   Black pouted and said:

   "Anyway, the damned Deathwing owes me another debt, and sooner or later I will find that **** to pay it back. Okay, let's not talk about that sad lunatic, do you have other plans tonight?"

   "No, but I have a lecture tomorrow morning."

   Farodis shrugged and said:

   "I should have gone to rest now, but you are lucky, the spirit body does not need to rest, tell me, why do you want to borrow my laboratory?"

   "The Curse of Flesh."

  Blake moved his hands and walked to the laboratory below, while explaining to the Deputy Dean who was floating behind him:

   "A titan guardian probably hates the feeling of being a **** in the eyes of mortals, and insists that I help him become a mortal. It's not difficult, but it needs a quiet and safe place.

   I don't have the key to the laboratory building of the college, so I can only come and rub your laboratory. "

   "Huh? Experimenting with void forces in my lab? I'm starting to regret it, Black."

  Farodis frowned and said:

   "Although I owe you a lot, I just updated the magic barrier in the lab yesterday, why don't you go and find Kel'Thuzad?

   He must be very willing to assist you. "

   "The guy ran to see his kitten."

  Black said with a sullen look:

   "God knows where he is now, without his guidance, I don't want to enter his **** laboratory, who knows what will exist in it?

   Maybe there will be some **** thing similar to the fog of death, even if I am a **** now, it will hurt to touch that thing rashly. "

   "That's it, I'll just say why the psychic school's curriculum is so strange these days."

   Farodis nodded and said nothing more.

   When the two came to the laboratory, the shrunken Storm Guardian Thorim was already lying on the experimental table covered with arcane runes.

   He seemed to be looking forward to what was to come, and upon seeing Blake, he said:

   "According to your request, Lord Black, I took a moment to turn off my energy module."

"very good."

  Black took off a pair of experimental white robes from the wall and draped it over his body, and professionally reached out and pressed it on Thorim's anthropomorphic but steel-made body.

He says:

   "This process will be a little painful, but I need you to suppress your Titan energy in the first half of the curse spread, if you don't want to blow the whole building up."

  The pirate opened a small crack leading to the sea of ​​no light, and the thoughts of thousands of truths filled the entire laboratory in an instant along with the low sound of the tide.

  Farodis felt his mind being burned and pulled.

   He glanced at the skills and means of pirates who were adept at navigating the dangerous void, and had a firm understanding of Blake's current spellcasting ability.

  Black stained his fingers with invisible things in the fissure and placed them on Thorim's forehead. While mobilizing the Godhead of the Silent One to prepare a dream of the void for the Storm Guardian, he explained to his assistant:

   "Curse of Flesh, this thing sounds very high-end, but its innermost is nothing but the simplest 'force erosion'. If it is not explained in academic language, it can be simply understood as the encroachment and transformation of the Titan energy by the Void Force.

   It is a void magic specially developed by the ancient gods to target titan creations, although it can also be used for other life forms, such as N'Zoth twisting the Highborne into Naga.

However, it can be seen from the current strong posture of the Deep Sea Empire that the destructive power of the Curse of Flesh to non-Titan creatures is quite weak, and the ability to distort life forms is already the limit, and it will not affect the power of powerful individuals such as Azshara. . "

   "Uh, Black, we are all learned people, I have the title of Grand Arcanist, and I have passed the Archmage exam in Dalaran and Quel'Thalas before.

   In addition, I am a full member of the Azeroth Great Wizarding Salon, just like you. "

  Farondis said softly while mobilizing the suppression barrier in the laboratory:

   "I mean, when you and I discuss these mysterious magics, you don't have to be so 'abbreviated'. Go deeper and tell me its principles, mana models, and laws.

I understand. "

"you sure?"

  Black looked at Thorim, who was drowsy under the guidance of the dream of the void he had made up before him. He looked back at Farondis and warned:

   "This is forbidden knowledge from the sea of ​​​​lightlessness. It's not that I don't explain it in detail, but that once you understand it, it will be noticed by the will of truth.

   That place, once you go in, don’t even think about coming out.

   I don't want to bother explaining to my mentor why her hand-picked vice-principal turned into a deranged cult or something in an experimental accident. "

   "Tell me."

  Farodis raised his hand gracefully, and a gorgeous magic handbook and an elf-style magic pen were suspended in his hand, and he said to Blake:

   "Unknown magic represents unknown truth, and the pursuit of truth is the basic principle of all spellcasters. If we are afraid of a little risk and stop moving forward, then I will let Dean Lanyue down.

   Don't forget, I am also her student.

  My apprentice is so good now, which makes me feel the pressure that I haven't seen for a long time, and it seems to return to the feeling when I faced those excellent peers when I was studying.

   I can't be too far behind you, right? my dear apprentice.

  Finally, you don't have to worry about the effect of the void on me. After Dean Lanyue returns to the academy, I will start the ascension ceremony. My future path belongs to the realm of death.

   The influence of the sea of ​​no light on me will be weakened to the extreme. "

"All right."

   Pirate shrugged.

   He patted the Storm Guardian's steel forehead, temporarily truncating Thorim's consciousness and body, immersed in the dream woven by the void.

   Then, Black moved his five fingers to use his own Void breath as a guide, and drew the tumbling viscous Void power from the lightless sea to cover Thorim's steel body.

   is like making a "big cocoon" to wrap him around.

   During this process, he described the implantation and catalysis process of the Flesh Curse in detail to Farodis in the Shas Yar language, which symbolizes the power of the void, and how it works.

   This peculiar language like whimpering and roaring echoes in the increasingly dim laboratory, making it full of gloomy winds, like a ghost on earth.

   This language is powerful.

Its existence itself is the carrier of the power of mental corrosion. With Blake's current rank, just reading a sentence in Shas Yar in any city is enough to pull the city and the city into the torment and distortion of the void. .

   "I have a question, Blake."

After   Farodis recorded the knowledge of the Curse of Flesh in detail, he looked at the Storm Guardian who had been enveloped by the power of the void, and he asked:

   "Can this flesh-and-blood curse turn the Guardian into a mortal? I mean, apart from the fact that his life form is transformed from steel to flesh, what changes will his instinctive energy have?

Will    titan power be downgraded? "

"I have no idea."

  Black answered frankly:

   "The most advanced titan creation corrupted by the ancient gods with the curse of flesh and blood is nothing but a guardian family. What you see in front of your eyes is the first case of a Titan guardian being corrupted by the curse of flesh and blood in this world.

But according to the process of human degeneration, Thorim should become a vrykul after completing the cursed degeneration, and his storm authority will sleep in him, and it will be possible to activate it after he reaches the demigod level again. .

  The other powers will degenerate to the level of normal vrykul, and the overall strength will fall below the legendary level. "

"and many more!"

   Farodis noticed a very dangerous detail, looked at Black, and said:

   "The power of the storm granted by the Titans is dormant in Thorim's body, which means that the power can be transferred before being reactivated?"

"um, yes."

  The pirate gave a dangerous, malicious smile. He looked back at Farodis with a sinister smile that was not like a good man, and said:

   "This is the biggest hidden danger after the guardians become mortals. Once they are killed by others, once the murderer has some means of extracting divine power, the power of the storm may be taken away.

The thick souls of the    guardians are stronger than mortals even after the curse of flesh and blood, which means that they can be resurrected, but their authority is lost forever.

   Unless they **** it back.

  You know, I have spread the news of the "Storm Saint" coming to the mortal world through my channels. Thorim is eager to win back his glory by fighting, so he will never be disappointed.

   Countless **** in the whole world who yearn for power and leap to the sky will stare at him, there will be countless battles waiting for him, and every time he fails, his hope of returning to Ulduar with glory is weaker.

   Like a hammer in a furnace, this is the fate of Thorim Stormsage.

   or go back to the top

   or fall into the dirt.

   I told him the hidden danger, but he decided to do so. "

After    finished speaking, Blake ignored Farodis, who had already listened stupidly, and looked out of the laboratory window. The moonlight splashed the night suddenly with thunderstorms, and lightning streaks across the night sky to create more noise.

"come in!"

  Blake picked up his pipe, and in the haze of smoke, shouted towards the door:

   "Whether you're worried about your brothers, or you want to challenge me, the evil god, come in, it's hard to be in the rain outside. Come on, guardians.

   Don't be prudent, say goodbye to your brothers.

   or walk with him. "

   (end of this chapter)