Azeroth Shadow Trail

   Chapter 253 72. Treating guests, beheading, accepting as a dog

   On the battlefield where the smoke of gunpowder remains in the Burning Plain.

  Blake and Maris rode a **** warhorse together and were heading towards the direction of the desolation and disappearance. In the distance, a group of Union soldiers could be seen escorting the captured orc prisoners, arrogantly rushing to the camp.

   You can also see some soldiers executing captured orcs.

  Blake can still see more, such as the blue Grian angels flying around, constantly flying with their souls to the other side of the curtain of life and death.

   But the pirates pretended not to see them.

   Switched the title of spirit hunter again, and came to a blind eye.

   He doesn't want to deal with these Shadowland dogmatists right now.

   is not the time, and it is important to find a dog!

  Desolation is a loyal war beast tamed by Nathanos with the taming technique. It has a unique connection between it and the ranger, which is unique to its owner and pet. It is called in a magical way, called "Soul Link".

   Nathanos could vaguely feel the barren place, and now the **** warhorse was galloping over there under his control.

  The pirate sat behind the horse, back to back with Maris.

   He gave various instructions and orders to the ghost wolf Frostpaw who was chasing them, but because the intimacy was still too low, Frostpaw basically ignored the orders of the pirates.

   But it is also well behaved.

   did not actively hunt the fragrant soul beside him.

   It can see those souls, and it can also see the blue Angel of Grian. When it runs, it will also attract the amazing attention of those angels.

   There are also good angels who try to touch Frostpaw, but are dodged by the nimble warg.

  These Grian blue angels did not force Frostpaw into the world of the dead, these dogmatists could see that this beast soul had a consciousness of its own.

   It is a war beast belonging to a mortal hunter.

   This means that it still has a bond with the material world of the living, and it is not yet time for it to go to the shadow world.

   "Are you the legendary soul beast?"

  The interaction between the pirates and Frostclaw caught Maris's attention before.

   While controlling the **** warhorse to advance, he turned his head and looked at the fierce and mysterious ghost wolf that followed behind him with a look of joy.

   But he doesn't see Frostpaw all the time either.

   Only when the ghost wolf emerges from the occultation of the soul walk can he capture its figure between the virtual and the real.

   "Huh? You know soul beasts?"

  Black heard this question and asked back:

   "I thought there were very few people who knew about them. Ordinary rangers don't know the existence of these beasts. Did your mentor tell you?"

   "Well, Ms. Sylvanas told me in a small chat."

  Nathanos, having given up on correcting Black's slanderous speculations about his relationship with Lady Sylvanas, replied matter-of-factly:

   "The Windrunner family is almost the longest-running ranger family in Azeroth.

  In the Tower of Windrunner, there is a scroll dedicated to the description of the soul beast. I have borrowed it to read, this mysterious and noble beast, between life and death.

   The loss of flesh and blood did not diminish their power, but gave them more blessings.

   They are extremely rare, and only the luckiest and noblest souls of beasts have the opportunity to evolve into the form of soul beasts.

  Each of them has amazing potential. His Excellency Taranas Windrunner, the ancestor of Windrunner, once lamented that only hunters blessed by the God of Wilderness can harvest their own soul beasts.

  The only recorded soul beast that has been tamed is the high priest of the night elf Kaldorei Moon God Kingdom, Lady Tyrande.

   The priestess who may have been promoted to a demigod is also a skilled ranger. She has a soul beast of her own, which she regards as a gift from the Moon God.

  The High Priest affectionately calls it 'Dorisul', the soul mate. "

   "Dorisul of the High Priest, that is too powerful, at least ten times more powerful than my stupid wolf. The bird itself is probably a legendary beast.

   After all, it has lived with Tyrande for more than 10,000 years.

   With time stacking, it is enough to stack up a beast legend. "

   Black sighed, and whistled again, letting Frostpaw follow, and he said to Maris:

   "You also want a soul beast, right?"

"Um."

  Nathanos made no secret of his desire, saying:

   "Any hunters and rangers who know the stories and legends of soul beasts will long to have a soul beast of their own. And if I want to become a beastmaster in the future, it is not enough to have only one war beast in the desolation.

   However, since you took the initiative to bring up this topic, according to my understanding of you, do you have any clues about this mysterious and powerful beast?

   Can you share?

  I will pay you! "

   "What are the remunerations between brothers, I'm embarrassed."

  The pirate waved his hand hypocritically, and said to Maris leisurely:

   "After the war, I may have to stay away from the mainland for a while. You **** Fina back to Dalaran for me. If she gets into trouble and I'm not around, you can find a way to help."

   "You don't have to say it, I'll do it too."

   Nathanos said seriously:

   "We made an oath. You want to protect your family, this is a kind thing, and I will definitely help you."

   "Well, I knew you were reliable, even though you were a little weaker. I can rest assured that I will hand Fenna to you. You are very loyal to Lady Sylvanas in every way.

   will definitely not have any bad thoughts about my sister.

   Do me a favor by the way. If a man approaches her with bad intentions, he will make those **** **** for me and send me his head. "

  Black said something maliciously, coughed again, and said:

   "I passed by Dusk Forest before, and when I went to Karazhan, I heard people there say that in the dark forest, they saw blue foxes like ghosts speeding by.

   The fox's claws are wrapped with lightning-like power

  When we go there later and do things for the Pope, you can go to that spooky forest and try your luck. "

   After saying that, the pirate raised his head sharply, and in the vision shared with the old bone, Blake saw a scene under the hills to the accompaniment of the little murloc croaking.

   His eyes narrowed, he patted Maris on the shoulder, and said in a low voice:

   "Go east, there is desolation there!"

   "Poor dog is **** and there's a **** out there trying to bake it. How bold! But don't do it for a while. I can only beat this guy alone, I don't want to scare him away.

  Tsk tsk, I'm lucky today, I didn't take the initiative to look for it, I was able to meet this guy.

   Count it out of luck. "

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   "Yo, man, you're a nice place."

   A few minutes later, Black, who had specially changed into a soldier's uniform, staggered and appeared under a hill. He was stained with blood, with a sword in his hand and a shield on his back.

   looks like a tired soldier after a hard fight.

   He took the water bag and poured it into his mouth, while walking around the hidden hill, walking to the shade where the sun could not shine, and even set up a bonfire and greeted the man who was preparing to barbecue.

  The man sitting by the fire was wearing a green coat lined with a worn white shirt, half-worn leather boots on his feet, and neatly groomed black hair.

   There are also camping blankets and tents.

   looks like a harmless traveler.

  Beside him, the dog with its limbs tied was barren, had been knocked unconscious, and was strung on a wooden stick. In addition to being desolate, there are seven or eight Union soldiers lying in the shady place, and they all seem to be sleeping.

   "My troops and I got lost. When I saw fireworks here, I came over and asked."

  Blake was wearing a helmet on his head. He was very professional and asked the traveler in a playful manner:

   "Did you see Kul Tiras' troops passing by?"

   "Ah, poor wretch, the hero who defeated the orcs, but as lost as they were."

  The traveler by the fire raised his head with a friendly expression on his dark face. He picked up a water bag, threw it to Black, pointed to the sleeping Union soldiers next to him, and said:

   "They were also in fierce battles and separated from their own troops. They are a group of brave people. Thanks to you defeating the orcs, we civilians can live in peace.

  Come, warrior, let's rest here first.

  I'll help you find your troops later, I'm very familiar with this place, don't be afraid, I'll take you home. "

   "That's great, I'm really lucky to meet a kind-hearted person like you in this ghost place."

  Blake carried the water bladder, strode to the bonfire, took off his helmet, threw it aside, and said to the friendly traveler in front of him:

   "The Burning Steppes are fighting, my friend, you are very unsafe here, maybe you should go to the Redridge Mountains for a walk, the scenery there is not bad."

   "No no no."

   The friendly man in front of him showed a bright smile, stretched out his hand to Blake, and said:

   "As a person, I prefer the scenery of the Burning Plain. Although it is dilapidated and desolate, it always reminds me of a memory of my hometown.

  My name is Franklin and everyone calls me 'Friendly Franklin'.

What's your name? "

"I?"

  Black held out his hand and shook it with the friendly Mr. Franklin, his blood-stained and mud-stained face a very gentle smile.

Say:

"My name is Blake Shaw, a soldier, an assassin, a hunter. And finally a warlock. Hello, Mr. Demon. Please wait a minute, I have something with you before you eat my soul Say."

"Um?"

  The friendly Franklin's dark face suddenly showed a fierce light, but his identity was dismantled, but it did not panic the powerful demon in front of him.

   On the contrary, it clasped Blake's hand tightly, and said in a loud voice:

   "What do you want to say to me?"

"that."

  Blake pointed to the bound hound next to Desolate, he said:

   "That's my friend's dog, very loyal, a great champion dog. I love it too, I don't want you to eat it."

"OK."

  The fingers of the friendly Mr. Franklin were burning with hot fel energy, and a green flame like a coat quickly enveloped the traveler's body.

   is just a moment, like magic.

   He transformed from a friendly human form to a terrifying demon form.

   Huge body, blood-red muscles, and at least three meters in height.

   has exaggerated and thick black armor that covers its right arm, legs and head, and there are three steel spikes like recurved sharp blades on the back. The armor of the head is like a curved blade forward, like a knife on the head.

   Enough to easily penetrate any creature.

  This tall guy is burning with fel fire, like a walking active volcano, it looks down at Black, under the fully covered blade helmet, revealing a pair of cruel and cruel dark green eyes.

  It rubbed its rasp-like teeth, and said in a strange and chaotic devil language:

   "I can not eat that dog, I prefer your flesh and blood, your soul, exudes an incomparable aroma."

   "I'm delicious, of course I know, after all, I'm one in a million for a unique soul."

   In the face of this threat, Black's response was very simple.

   He took Gul'dan's head with his other hand.

   This thing was taken by Aegwynn to resurrect Medivh before, and it was almost drained of magic power. Fortunately, Aegwynn only resurrected a little North-nosed Medivh, so its quality did not decline.

   After nearly 20 days of recovery, the magic power inside is less than one-fifth of the heyday, which is pitiful.

   But barely activating the enchanted magic once was enough.

   As the huge fel energy and shadow magic power poured into Black's body uncontrollably, the tyrannical demon guard in front of him was forced to keep retreating.

  Compared with the pain of being torn apart last time in the Zandalar Sea, the demonization this time was much more "gentle".

  Black's body is not as fragile as it was then, and he can already withstand the power of this change.

   In the dark green storm of fel energy, the demonized pirate again stood up with the fel energy wings behind him, and he looked at the demon guard in front of him with his dark green eyes.

   The urn sounded furiously, provocatively said in the devil language:

   "Just you will transform? Little devil!"

   "bang, bang"

   Two sounds, Blazing Blade Sankesu and Ulthales Deadwind Reaper, two legendary weapons, one left and one right, were held in the demonized claws by Black.

   He shook his head and said to the demon guards who kept retreating in front of him:

   "I know the rules of your demon guards, and your values ​​are also very simple. Absolute power is everything. As long as I beat you down, you will respect me as master.

   did not hesitate to charge for me until death.

   Then come on.

  Ten minutes to decide the outcome!

The    rule is very simple:

   Whoever loses will be the dog of the other side! "

  Black raised two weapons and spread the fel wings behind his back. Under the dangerous power of demonization, he said loudly in frantic demon language:

   "Come on, little brother, let's talk. About your attitude towards me just now"

   "I am very dissatisfied!"

   (end of this chapter)