Azeroth Shadow Trail

   Chapter 192 11.404 I will drag you back

  The pirates said they didn't want to fight with a chicken leg and refused to use the Staff of the Guardian as a reason, which is of course a joke.

   He is not that superficial.

   Well, most of the time not.

   If there is a demigod power that is in front of you, you can get it at your fingertips, and there is no side effect, then believe me, pirates will not hesitate to use it.

   The real problem is that the mythical profession of Tirisfal Guardian is not without side effects.

   First of all, Black is well aware that inheriting this power is risky.

   In the history he knows about the Tirisfal Council, there are not a thousand, but five hundred spellcasters who rashly tried to master this power and ended up dying.

   Guardians are rotated every 100 years.

   In addition to maintaining the stability of power, it will take a hundred years for the Tirisfal Council to select the next wizard who is qualified to receive power among human spellcasters.

  The pirate is occasionally confident, but he really doesn't feel like he's the one-in-a-million spellcaster wizard.

   is almost the same as his sister.

   Secondly, becoming a guardian of Tirisfal means accepting a mission that has been passed down for more than 2,000 years. Black does not know if this mission is mandatory.

   But Aegwynn, a troubled and domineering girl when she was young, has honestly fulfilled this mission for more than 800 years, which proves that this profession may really have some "mandatory terms" that Blake does not know.

   He didn't want to force himself to be bound to human civilization for the sake of strength.

   Finally, there is something wrong with the staff itself!

   "Look, you have to carve it in the shape of a raven, as far as I know, neither Dalaran nor Quel'Thalas has an obscure heritage of this shape.

If there is, it would be the Kalimdor Continent on the other side of the Endless Sea. In the kingdom of the night elf Moon God, in the inheritance of those druids, creatures like ravens endow some very strange legends. . "

On the steps leading to the top observatory of Karazhan Mage Tower, Blake stroked the head of the intricately carved Guardian Staff, which was carved into the shape of a raven with claws clasping the staff and folded wings. .

   I have to say, this carving is really perfect.

  The form of that raven is very vivid.

Looking closely, the eyes of the raven sculpture of the staff will also shine with magical stars. Every few seconds, there will be dark magic power, condensing into the shape of a raven, flying around the staff, and dissipating again. .

  A very delicate red magic cloth is wrapped under the head of the wand, and three blue magic pendants are also decorated.

  It is slender as a whole, nearly 1.8 meters high, and there are some mysterious lines on the wooden stick, but after more than 2,000 years of use, it has been coated with a wonderful feeling of time.

   Simple, mysterious, and obscure.

  Unfortunately, other than that, this staff has no embellishments.

   On the whole, it is indeed as the pirates commented, it is very like a slender chicken leg, and it is useless to fight, and maybe it will be laughed at by a group of ignorant choppers.

   "And this raven form, how strange it is. You say that it is derived from the inheritance of arcane magic, I don't believe it at all, it is obviously the Druid's natural transformation spell."

  Blake stroked the staff with a search in his tone. He glanced at the spirit lamp hanging from his waist and said:

   "Merry, let's be honest, when you made this staff, did you use some magic materials that only druids would use?"

"Yes."

  The old mage is also very straightforward.

   He knew that in front of a magical guy like Black, it would be meaningless to hide a secret, so he directly announced the answer, saying:

"The raw material of Atiesh is an oak seed brought by the high elves when they migrated from Kalimdor to the Eastern Continent. It was in the sun well of the high elves, sucked up the magic power, and was taken by the first Ren Sun King dealt with the secret method.

   The High Elves call it the 'Seed of Hatred'.

   I don't know why they used this name, but it was powerful indeed, and when this staff was delivered to Alodi, the first guardian, it became a symbol of the Council of Tirisfal.

   Its raw materials come from the Druid natural magic system. After the production is completed, there are naturally some laws of natural magic.

The transformation of    into a raven is just one manifestation of this power.

  As far as I know, Medivh once used it to summon lightning to help Stormwind Kingdom resist the invasion of gnolls. That kind of magic expression is only available in orthodox Druid natural magic. "

   "I'll just say, you shouldn't play with the high elves."

  Blake curled his lips and held the stick in his hand, he said to the old mage in the soul lamp:

   "When those pointed ears are kind, they are all virgins, but when they become vicious, people can't wait to smash their heads.

   Their sun well has protected them for seven thousand years, but it has also polarized their characters.

  The good is better, the bad is worse.

   That race can give birth to the greatest heroes and the worst demons. Their characters are not very stable, and it is really easy to go to extremes.

   From one extreme to another extreme.

  Uh, actually think about it carefully, all elves look like this, they pride themselves on returning to nature, abandoning gorgeous temples, and the kaldorei night elves living in trees and caves are exactly the same. "

   "Black, you don't like humans, you hate elves, and you don't like trolls and orcs. I'm curious, is there any race in this world that you really like?"

  The old mage Merry said:

   "Every time I hear your remarks, I think you are a cynic, but in fact, you are very intelligent, why are you so contradictory?"

   "Because I have seen the noblest orcs and the most despicable human beings. I hate the Alliance and I hate the Horde."

  The pirate said casually:

   "I've seen it a lot, and naturally I know that the world is as black as a crow.

   I have to say which race I have a crush on, but there are. But now I can't see that group of people who are happy and indifferent to the world, and I can't fool them into inviting me for a drink.

  So, I can only make do with you nasty guys.

  Gosh, Merry, can you stop asking these weird questions, you're driving me crazy! Let me clean up this poor, lonely, far-from-the-sea pirate with serious psychological problems? "

   Having said this, Blake passed by a huge chess hall. In the square room on the lower floor, there was a huge chessboard, and each piece on it was two meters high.

  The white ones are the Alliance Legion headed by Ryan Wrynn, and the black ones are the Horde Legion headed by Blackhand Blackhand.

   The black and white on the chessboard seems to be an endgame. It should be an evil gadget used to pass the time when Medivh was dominated by Sargeras.

   These chess pieces are all magical creations, each of which requires a living soul to drive.

   That dark **** used this method to kill time.

  Sit back and watch the souls fight frantically on the chessboard until they are annihilated, and the victor will not survive long, and will be thrown into the next fight.

   "This thing is interesting."

  The pirate was lying on the railing on the second floor, and said to the old mage with burning eyes:

   "I want to take it away, is there any way?"

   "Inject magic into the violet pattern on your left."

  Merry Winterwind pointed to:

   "Keep it for five seconds, and the magic chessboard will be stowed away, but to keep it open to the current level requires stable magic power.

   With your current mana capacity, there is no way to use this high-level magic item. "

   "It doesn't matter, it will be enough in the future."

  According to the old mage's instructions, Black injected magic power into the pattern at hand. After five seconds, the big chessboard in front of him quickly shrank in a strange folding method that ignored the three-dimensional space, and was suspended in the air.

   was held by Black again, blew soot in front of him, put it in the magic bag, and with the help of the little murloc, took out two small bags and put the black chess and the white flag into them respectively.

"cool!"

  The pirate whistled and walked down a BOSS from Karazhan, which made him feel happy, and continued to stride forward. After walking up two stairs, he came to the top floor of Karazhan.

   He reached out and pushed open the closed door in front of him.

   What catches the eye is Medivh's "Star Observation Platform", but in fact the scenery in front of you is surprising. It is indeed a semi-circular platform, barren.

   It’s just that it doesn’t seem to exist in the material world.

   Around the top of the platform is a sea of ​​stars!

  The real star sea, the kind that is within reach.

  Standing on this platform, you can even see the starlight floating in the distance, and the black star rings wrapped in circles in the starry sky outside the platform.

   Those shattered forms were captured by purple magic, forming a constantly rotating form outside the platform.

  Here should be found by Medivh with magic, an unknown broken planet located in the stars, and he connected this space with the space of Karazhan.

   I don't know if Medivh did it, or if Sargeras borrowed Medivh's body to do it.

   But as he stepped onto the platform, Black could feel a call from the stars.

   That is the call from the Twisting Void, where the fel magic power is very active, and there is no oppression or obstruction felt in the material world.

   "The observatory was set up by Medivh to avoid the blue dragons' monitoring of the magic net, and to make it easier for the dark will in his body to communicate with the demons in the stars."

   The old mage sighed and said:

"But this is indeed one of the few places in the world of Azeroth that is not shrouded and monitored by the magic net, where you can summon demons to your heart's content without worrying about being approached by blue dragons who like to meddle in their own affairs. "

   "No need."

  Blake rubbed his chin and looked at the boundless and magnificent sea of ​​stars above his head with an appreciative gaze.

   He said softly:

   "Although I'm a warlock, I don't want any garbage demon. I know that there are many hidden demons in Azeroth at this time.

   They are the remnants of the ancient battle 10,000 years ago.

   All of them are amazing in strength and have great character.

   I will find them one by one, beat them up, and contract them.

   As for those alien demons who came to Azeroth to beg for food, I don't care. "

  “Shu”

  The pirate held the staff in both hands, took a few steps forward, and said to the hooded lady Aegwynn:

   "Fortunately not to be disgraced, ma'am, the staff has been brought back."

   He glanced at the mysterious magic circle under his feet, and then glanced at Gul'dan's Skull placed in the center of the circle. He said softly:

   "The power in this staff is enough to neutralize the evil energy in Gul'dan's skull, and the huge magic power after purification will definitely bring you back a healthy baby.

   Oh, by the way, after you resurrect him, will you continue to call him Medivh? "

"Why not?"

   Aegwynn sighed, took the Staff of Atiesh, and stroked this unremarkable weapon in a nostalgic way, she said softly:

   "That's my child's name, which I chose for him when he was born."

   "That's a name full of calamities, ma'am, that's what Sargeras gave him! It's unlucky for a newborn to inherit such a name."

  The pirate rubbed his hands together, his tongue was like a reed, his eyes were bright, and he suggested:

   "My thinking is that since this is the second resurrection of this poor life, it represents a life that has nothing to do with the darkness of the past, and it should be full of hope.

   So it is reasonable to give this child a new name to commemorate all this.

   He deserves it.

  So, why don't we just call him, Medan? How nice it sounds, right? "

   (end of this chapter)