Azeroth Shadow Trail

   Chapter 200 19. Every big man has one. Housekeeper

   "Om"

  The brilliance of arcane magic shone suddenly under the night of Hillsbrad Hills.

Just by the river not far from Nanhai Town, it looks like a firefly lighting up the shimmer, which represents a spell caster, above the spatial rules of the material world, in the area covered by the magic net, completed Location of teleportation.

   After a few seconds, a faint blue light flashed and the portal was opened.

  Blake, wearing a pirate hat and a pirate trench coat, strode out of the portal, looked left and right, stretched out his hand and pushed his blindfold, put his fingers in his mouth, and gave a light whistle.

   In the next instant, a large group of people rushed out of the portal.

   The evil eye of the dogleg carrying a large bag of soul stones.

   The troll Zarak, who was dragging a heavy bag, the big bad wolf, who was wearing a big cloak and covering his body, also carried a patched suitcase, and there were four savage orc guards with large bags on their backs.

   followed by the little pirate Canrisad.

  This child also carries a large burden, and in his hand is a Jordan staff that is taller than others.

   This scene is like a pirate squad who has just completed a coveted robbery.

   But it's not over yet.

   In the light of the portal light curtain, the "Royal Hunter" Sir Atumen, wearing dark red armor and carrying a heavy sword, strode out at midnight with his beloved ghost warhorse.

   The midnight that was supposed to be a war horse, this would also be like a lowly camel beast donkey, carrying two large bags of precious books on the saddle of the handsome and domineering ghost colt.

   That is the decoration that the stinky pirate intends to take back and fill his bookshelf to show that he is also a "learned person".

   The last person to walk out of the portal was the expressionless old mage Meri Winterwind.

  As he walked out of the blue light curtain, the mana model of the portal collapsed immediately, and just like when it appeared, it quickly gathered into a group of arcane light spots, and finally dissipated in the dead night.

   "The place in Karazhan is really convenient, I don't even know, from there you can open portals to all over the world."

  Blake looked at the familiar night scenery in front of him, he said to the old mage:

   "Is it because Karazhan is built on a chaotic space?"

   "This professional knowledge belonging to the Arcane School is very difficult to explain to you, an illiterate warlock, so you don't ask, okay?"

  Merry was very inhumane. He was leaning on the chicken leg staff belonging to the guardian in his hand, and said calmly:

   "You just need to know that there are parts of the world where the usual rules of space don't apply. Karazhan, that's where it belongs.

   There I can easily open the portal that spans thousands of miles.

   But only in that place. "

   "Yo yo yo, some people have just become a lich, and they have learned the weird and stinky temper of those psychics."

  The pirate pouted, looked at Merry Winterwind, whose image had changed greatly, and said in a strangely elongated tone:

   "It's really turning around and not recognizing people, climbing on a high branch and becoming a big man, you can't look down on your old sloppy friends, right?"

   "Shut up."

  Merry Dongfeng said rudely and said:

   "You know that I have just completed the transformation of the Lich, and my mental thinking has been irreversibly impacted. I am a lunatic now. For your safety, Blake, it is best not to stimulate me."

  The Lich Transformation Ceremony of the old mage was basically completed. Under the care of Aegwynn, the ceremony went very smoothly.

   The strange life form he has maintained for more than 3,000 years has changed, and a new power has filled Merry's body. In addition to the original strong magic power, he has also mastered the use of death aura.

   But it will take him a while to get used to his new, skyrocketing power.

   At the same time, after truly stepping into eternity, Merry Winterwind's external image has also changed, and he still looks like a shriveled old man.

   But while the waist is straight, the sloppy appearance before has returned to the dignity and solemnity that a high-level spellcaster should have.

   He will be wearing a violet robe intertwined with blue and purple, and the few hairs on his bare head are neatly groomed, like an old-fashioned, traditional and rigid archmage.

   The biggest change is his eyes.

   The original rotten, shriveled and terrifying pupils will seem to have returned to their youthful piercing vigor. Looking closely at those pupils, there is even a feeling of looking directly at the blue and boundless ice field.

   And Black also knew that for the current Meri Winterwind, this body is no longer necessary.

   After completing the Ascension and moving towards eternity, touching death gave him a stronger and purer stance.

   He also packed up his former body. In addition to representing the nostalgia for the past, the biggest significance is to put on a "delicate clothes" for himself.

   lest his true form be exposed and frighten those ignorant and foolish Dalaran who claim to have the truth, but the truth ignores their spellcasters.

   However, Lich Merry's indifference towards Black is not from the bottom of his heart. He is very grateful for Black's help to him, but as he said, the Lich Ascension Ceremony has a great impact on the caster's thinking.

   After looking directly at the true face of death, he needs a little time to slow down.

   "Okay, okay."

  The pirate waved his hand, looked away, moved his footsteps, and kept himself away from Merry Winterwind, he said to the old mage:

"Then according to the original plan, you will go back to Dalaran to rest first. After three days at the latest, I will go there to do some personal business and find you by the way. You have to be prepared, and then we have to go to Stratholme. .

   I would like to present a gift to His Excellency the Pope to show my 'devotional devotion' to the Holy Light as a pirate and to promise you the dark secrets that exist under civilization.

Um.

   I don't plan to let more people know about this at the moment, so don't publicize it with great fanfare, okay? "

"it is good."

   Lich Merry nodded succinctly.

   He glanced at the Staff of Atiesh in his hand, and took out the weak Skull of Gul'dan from his magic bag and gave it to the pirate.

   He looked at Blake and said softly:

   "Little Aegwynn was in a hurry to leave, she asked me to express my sincerest gratitude to you, and she also hoped that her and Medan's future life would not be disturbed.

   She wants the world to forget them.

   This is not a request, Blake.

  Young Aegwynn has paid you, the essence of the entire Karazhan has been emptied by you, I hope, you can fulfill your promise. "

   "What do you mean by being evacuated by me?"

  The pirate looked at the Skull of Gul'dan that was sent back, and when he saw the familiar orange light, he felt relieved. Fortunately, he persuaded Aegwynn to resurrect only one little Medivh with little magic power.

  Although the ritual drained all the magic power of Gul'dan's Skull, there was nothing left, but at least the legendary item was not damaged, and it still maintained its original high quality.

   As for the magic power of drying up, it is not a big problem.

Gul'dan's Skull has two entries for magic power. As long as it is not damaged, it can absorb magic power from the outside world, but it is drained like this. It is estimated that it will not be restored within a year or two. of.

   When he heard the Lich's words again, he immediately became unhappy.

   He felt that he had been slandered, so he put away Gul'dan's head, put his hands on his hips and said:

   "I clearly left the curator and the statue of the Virgin of Chastity, as well as the demons that Medivh secretly summoned there, and they will definitely give the thieves a big surprise.

   And those books, I didn't move most of them!

  Knowledge and wisdom, aren't they the most valuable treasures in the eyes of you mages?

  I put the most valuable things there untouched. You can't speak ill of me like that, Merry, I've got a bad reputation, you can't slander me like that. "

   "That's it, Blake, I'll be waiting for you in Dalaran."

  The old mage was so anxious to go back to calibrate his slightly deviated consciousness, and he didn't have time to argue with the pirates. He nodded to Black, and the stick in his hand tapped on the ground, and the dim light of the teleportation technique enveloped him.

   When Merry Winter Breeze disappeared into the light, Black quickly threw a detective on him:

   Name: "Immortal" Merry Winterwind

  Status: Legendary Body. Eternal Ascension. Phage of Immortality. Permanent Frost. Brilliant Aura

   Occupation: Level 60 Archmage / Level 60 Loremaster / Level 1 Lich

  Equipment: Atiesh Guardian Staff

   "Whoosh"

  When the teleportation light spot disappeared, a wisp of ice **** overflowing with cold air flew out from the last stream of light and hit Blake's head, making him covered with icicles all over his body, and he was extremely embarrassed for a moment.

   This is the old mage's little warning to Black's reconnaissance.

   He may not know that Black is observing him in this way, but he can feel a little peeping and maliciousness in his eyes.

   "Okay, boys, listen to me!"

  Blake shrugged and used the shadows flowing around him to peel off the ice **** from his body. He turned around and said to the group of people standing behind him:

   "I don't enjoy traveling on land with you, I want to get back on my ship more than you, but my misery march isn't over yet.

   I still have a few things to do on this disgusting land.

   On the way ahead, I'm very glad that I don't need to bring you idiots with you, and you don't have to be afraid of angering me and being killed by me. This is good news for both of us.

   Let's separate here.

  You find a way to go to South Sea Town to get a boat, and then sail into the Gulf of Palatine all the way west. After about three days of sailing, you will arrive at Tol Barad Island.

   Our four ships, Maim and Eudora, and the group of prototurtles, should be waiting for you there by now, and their aid to the prototurtles of Vashj'ir will take some time to complete.

  You rest there.

  By the way, send someone to investigate the current situation of Tol Barad Island. The place was destroyed by the tribe two years ago, and it is now a no-care area.

  There are places for you to hide. "

  The pirate opened his arms and said to his men:

   "Before I go back to my fleet, you can move freely, but be careful, if you mess with Dai Lin, don't expect me to avenge you.

  Evil Eye! "

   "Yes, Captain."

   The Orc Warlock responded immediately, and then heard the captain say to him:

   "After you go back, tell Warwick, the old snake man, that the relationship with Dalaran has gone through, and let him bring its elite as soon as possible to **** the guardian keystone to the north stream coast of Silverpine Forest.

   In Dalaran, there will be someone there to meet them. "

   "Okay, Captain!"

   The orc responded immediately, showing the true nature of a dog's leg.

   This guy followed Blake to Karazhan, and now he is also wearing a shotgun, a new robe, a wand around his waist, and a ring on his hand, all of which are really good things.

   This orc also doesn't know how to keep a low profile.

   I can't wait to put magic rings on all ten fingers, like a nouveau riche.

   But pirates don't care about their own bad taste.

   He waved his hand.

   motioned them to leave quickly, not to disturb their interest in revisiting their old places.

   As for how these guys can get a ship in the pier of Nanhai Town, which has been recaptured by the Alliance and is heavily guarded, this is not something Black needs to worry about.

   These pirates who have defeated the Pirates of Hell, if they can’t even do this, then they will die.

   The ruthless captain will not hold a second of silence for the incompetent waste.

  After everyone left, Blake, who was finally left alone, relaxed his arms and glanced at the hills to the southeast.

   He said to the empty night around him:

   "Then, my housekeeper, Moros, are you interested in going on an outing with me and meeting some of my old friends?"

   "Of course, Mr. Drake."

  In the shadows behind the pirates, Moros, the undead butler wearing a red butler uniform, appeared silently, wearing saucy gloves on his hands and hanging on his chest a sash that symbolized royal servants.

   Under the tuxedo coat, two uniquely shaped daggers hang from the belt.

  The rotten face wears a red mask that matches the color of the clothes, only revealing the mouth where the shriveled gums can be seen.

   He stood straight on his waist, his black leather shoes were shiny, and he wore a luxurious silk handkerchief on his wrist.

  Its professional attitude, as if the next moment will bring a cup of hot tea to Blake at just the right temperature.

   Or pick up the dagger, and its graceful stance, ruthlessly scoop up all of Black's enemies.

   "Ah, having you by my side makes me feel like I've become a big man all of a sudden."

  The pirates sincerely praised:

   "It's like Bruce and Alfred, Howard and Jarvis. Every big man should have a powerful and low-key 'housekeeper'.

  My dear Moros.

   From now on, you will be my royal housekeeper. "

   "Uh, although I don't quite understand the meaning of the word, but."

  Moros showed a terrifying smile. He leaned over slightly and said softly:

   "I am honored, sir."

   (end of this chapter)