Azeroth Shadow Trail

   Chapter 193 12. The rat entered the rice vat

   Aegwynn wants to resurrect his dead son.

But when Medivh was assassinated two years ago, there were no bones left. Seeing that Aegwynn took out a piece of bone from the small bag he was carrying, the pirates knew that the former guardian in front of him would use some evil magic. .

   Azeroth has all kinds of magical spells, and Aegwynn has been a guardian for more than 800 years, she must be familiar with many, many evil powers.

   "This spellcasting process cannot be disturbed."

   Aegwynn put those bones in the circle, and took Gul'dan's head in her hand, and under the long hood, she made a hoarse voice and said:

   "So, I'm asking you to leave, gentlemen."

"and many more."

   Black raised his hand and said:

   "The one you want to resurrect now is not Lord Medivh in his heyday. Naturally, he doesn't use so much magic power. It is also difficult for me to find a spellcaster as powerful and wise as you to help me.

   Therefore, I would like to ask you to help my friend, also your friend, Old Merry, to complete the Lich Transformation Ceremony after you have done the necessary things. With the magic power hidden in the skull of Gul'dan, it is enough to complete this ritual. "

   "Lich Transformation?"

   Aegwynn raised his head, and a pair of bright eyes stared at Black under the hood. She glanced at the skull of Gul'dan in her hand and said:

   "Extracting magic power like this will make this magic item weak for a long time, and may even damage its quality. With your current strength, you need it very much.

   Besides, I also searched for the Lich Transformation Prayer for Merry, but the dark secret has been completely buried in the quicksand of history with the collapse of the ancient elf empire.

   Without that psychic prayer, power cannot be drawn from the world of the dead, and the ritual cannot be accomplished. "

   "Then you are blessed."

  Blake laughed, then his expression became serious, and he said:

   "Being a lich can gain eternity, but it is also a dangerous ritual. A little problem will lead to the dissipation of the soul. Even in the place where psychic magic was born, there are very few souls who choose to become a lich.

  Merry is my friend, so I need to invite you to perform the ceremony for him.

   As for prayer, I will tell you now.

   But don't spread it, I still hope to exchange this evil knowledge for money in the future. "

   In the next moment, Black coughed lightly and recited in a strange language that did not belong to Azeroth:

   "Gods of the dead, please listen to this prayer that calls to the dead.

   Forged me with an immortal body, may I serve you eternally.

   Bind my soul in this box, so that I can exert a small force for this underworld.

   rip apart my soul and leave a part of me here.

  I hide it carefully, even if one day, my body is destroyed, it can protect me, so that I can be reborn in an immortal body, so that my existence can continue, and the inheritance of the covenant from ancient times is preserved.

   I have carved the seal of bondage, and I have read the book of ascension.

   I have prepared my destiny in accordance with tradition.

   I have thought through and fully understand the risks of this ritual, and my actions are entirely voluntary.

   I will drink the water of immortality, and I will embrace the power of the underworld.

   So, I will be promoted.

   so, become eternal.

In the name of Maldraxxus and the Supreme Soldier, and in the name of the ancient covenant of the five secret houses, I will be the communicator of death, the master of flesh and blood, the eternal vigilant, the undead slayer, and the master of decay. By.

   Gods of the dead world, please hear my prayers. "

   Even on this observatory that does not belong to the material world.

   Even at the other end of the veil of life and death.

   Even in the world of the living, as Blake recited this prayer, there was still an unstoppable cold wind blowing from an invisible place.

   As if even mere words were enough to draw the attention of some kind of power.

   "Remember?"

  Blake also felt the cold wind blowing, he moved his body a little uncomfortable, and then looked at Aegwynn in front of him, who was looking at him with a weird look.

   "Where did you learn this psychic language?"

   Aegwynn said in a strange tone:

   "I am certain that after the War of the Ancients, there is no longer a heritage of this language in the world of Azeroth, and every syllable of it is forged by the sound of death.

  The living can't read it at all! "

"how to say."

   In the face of this question, the pirate shrugged, squeezed his eyes and said:

   "Everyone has their own little secret. Oh, and oh, Merry, after being a full lich, you might hear some noises every now and then.

   Remember my warning.

  Do not respond to those voices while the veil of life and death is still firmly in place, or you will be in big trouble. A wild lich would definitely be noticed by something on the other side of the veil. "

   After speaking, he said in a negotiating tone to the soul-inducing lamp in his hand:

   "Merry, I want you to repay my favor!

   From now on, let my sister learn magic with you.

   In fact, the relationship between us along the way is also the process of me examining your teaching ability and character. My sister Jaina Proudmoore is currently studying in Dalaran.

   For a little girl as talented as her, who is in the process of shaping the three views of life, an excellent mentor is too important.

  I just hope now that she is as far away from that nasty and paranoid Antonidas as possible, and not to be spoiled by that old guy's sense of justice that has nowhere to go.

   In the whole of Dalaran, the level of his disciples is the worst!

   I know exactly what his disciples will do in the future.

   Besides, I seriously doubt that the old man drank too much when he was looking for a mentor for Jaina.

  Antonidas, an archmage who only knows 'aha', how can he be qualified to teach the daughter of the sea? Send her to Quel'Thalas, perhaps better. "

  The pirates complained fiercely:

   "But that old fellow, Dalin, knew that he owed a debt of love and was unwilling to go to the territory of the high elves, so he suffered for his daughter, and all his talents would be wasted in the cesspool of Dalaran.

   So, my dear Merry, what do you say? "

   "Jaina Proudmoore?"

  The old mage Merry said in a thoughtful tone:

   "I did hear about Antonidas's little apprentice, her frost magic talent is quite amazing, I would like to teach her, but you also know my situation, Blake.

   I'm not going to be in Dalaran for long, I'm always traveling around the world to explore what interests me. "

   "That couldn't be better!"

  The pirate gave a thumbs up, shook it, and said:

"Take Jaina and run around the world, keeping her as far away from Arthas Menethil as possible, as far away from Kael'thas Sunstrider as possible, and as far away from the blue dragons in heat as possible. .

   In the end, the farther away from me the better. "

   "Your request"

   The old mage said in amazement:

   "Why do I think you've been running away from your family, Blake, they are all very kind to you. You righteously accuse little Aegwynn of not being a good mother, do you want to be a bad brother now?"

   "I don't want to talk about this, and I'm not running away."

  Blake's expression immediately became indifferent. He threw the soul lamp on the ground, strode out of the door, and said:

   "I'm just protecting them in my own way. If I can, I'd like to break Daelin's legs now and throw him back to Proudmoore fortress.

   Too bad I can't do it.

  So, life is always so unhappy, right? "

   He walked to the door, stretched out his hand to push the door back to the material world, but stopped again and looked back at Aegwynn who was raising the spirit lamp.

   He rolled his eyes and said:

   "Well, Ms. Aegwynn, for the sake of my help, could you allow me to go around your son's cellar? I'd like to go there and find some 'collectibles' to bring back.

  Anyway, our Medivh, uh, Madan kid won't be able to use them anymore.

   Instead of letting them fall into the hands of greedy adventurers, leave them to me.

   I will definitely use them properly. "

  This proposal stopped Aegwynn's movements.

   The former guardian was silent for nearly a minute, and then he said:

   "Since you know what's in that sealed cellar, you should know that that cellar is the most dangerous place in Karazhan. Everything there is cursed.

   Do you know what will happen to you after you take those things?

   Are you ready to face the eternal pursuit of a group of real, immortal hunters?

   I have to warn you in advance, Drake.

   The curse on those black knights was released by Sargeras himself. In this world, you can't find anyone to lift, once you mess with them

   Treasures are good, but you have to have a life to use them. "

   "An La An La, I know."

  The pirate waved his hand and said indifferently:

   "If they weren't Sargeras' creations, I wouldn't care about them, lady, sometimes the power of the enemy can be exploited.

   Please believe me, I am fully prepared.

   In fact, I, the greedy pirate, was about to wipe out all the collections in your son's cellar. "

   "Then go get it."

   Aegwynn saw that Blake had made up his mind, so she stopped trying to persuade her. She turned around, urgently in need of a busy ceremony, and said:

   "Take away those cursed things, Karazhan was founded with the power of darkness, and you are willing to take those darkness away from this place, I can't ask for it.

  Perhaps without them, this cursed land can truly be quiet.

   The sin it is contaminated with can also be eh? "

   Before Aegwynn's very poetic words were finished, he felt that Blake had disappeared into the shadows behind him, which made the former guardian slightly dissatisfied.

   She turned her head and said to the spirit lamp beside her:

   "Merry, has he been so rude? How did you endure it?"

   "Hehe, he is a very interesting person."

   The old mage said softly:

   "He is like a hedgehog, unwilling to let anyone approach him, nor let anyone see his heart. But he is very measured, and he can always know clearly what the people he faces most desire.

   He will use that desire to get his way.

  I can bear him because he seduces me with knowledge. Sometimes I really want to cut his head open to see how many tempting secrets are hidden in his mind.

  Well, is my idea too dark?

   Well, it seems that I really have the potential to become a lich. "

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   "Hey, you really need to be vigilant to stay with those nasty monsters. I doubt if they will cut my head open one day and discover my secrets."

  The pirates rubbed their hands together and stepped out of the shadows in the banquet hall on the lower level of Karazhan.

   He walked into the restaurant with his hands on his back, and saw his incompetent and stupid subordinates sitting at the dining table eating a lot.

   And Evil Eye and Zarak have some taste and know how to tie themselves napkins.

   But their food is also very ugly.

"Dry!"

  The pirate reached out his hand in desperation and covered his eyes.

   "How can you do a good job with your group of incompetent idiots?"

  Blake stepped forward and kicked the table, cursing:

   "Don't you usually have enough to eat?"

   "But Captain, the craftsmanship of these undead chefs is too good. You smell this steak, how delicious it is."

  Evil Eye quickly protected his steak. While eating, he said to Black:

   "Captain, shall we kidnap these cooks too? The food on the boat is so bad that the fox cooks will throw the food into the pot and cook.

The things    made are the same as pig food. "

   "You guys are really worthless! Lose the pirates."

   Black waved and shouted:

   "Stop it all for me, bastards! There's a big job to do, the looting time is coming, a bunch of treasures are beckoning you, and you just want to eat.

   Well, this steak is really good.

  The outside is tender and the inside is tender, much better than the chefs in Proudmoore Fortress. "

  The pirate wiped his mouth, coughed, and said:

   "Plans changed. Evil Eye, go to the kitchen and pack up those cooks with soul stones!

   Be polite to others.

  If you want to live as long as you want, don't mess with those who serve you. "

   (end of this chapter)