Azeroth Shadow Trail

  Chapter 317 26. Come on, wither training starts! --【3140】

   (addition to the prisoner brother on the throne [6/15])

   "You really dare to let her go, aren't you afraid she will bring someone back to grab the seeds?"

   After seeing the spider queen Orasis being released and leaving, Lyretha Windrunner, who had been watching the conversation, stood up from the shadows of the underground space.

   She glanced at the magic seeds in the box behind her and said to Black:

   "You also heard what she said. There is still a group of beasts in her kingdom who are not afraid of death. If they come from their nests, they will rely on the pirates under your command, but they can't stop them."

   "I'm not afraid."

   Black snorted and said:

   "The seeds are kept by the Ranger-General of the Windrunner, the most powerful retainer under my command, with the vigilance and fearsome archery of a legendary ranger.

   I have entrusted it to such a powerful guardian, and if it can be snatched away, then I will admit it. "

  “.”

General    Lireza had a speechless expression.

   She shook her head and said directly:

   "His Royal Highness, since you want me to guard the seeds, I'll just ask, the bow you gave me is not good, it's just a hunting bow, a toy for a novice ranger.

  I need a more intimidating weapon, not like Sarados, but at least able to withstand the force of my full bow.

   I also need a melee weapon. "

   "I can't do anything about the bow. I'm looking for it myself. Maybe I can go through Nathanos' connections and get the standard weapons of the Farstrider Legion from him."

  The pirate turned back and spread his hands, made a helpless gesture, and said:

   "So, Master Mentor should be patient first, but for melee weapons, that's easy to say."

  Black opened his magic bag and threw the two weapons out.

   The blazing blade Sankesu, who had not used it for a long time, and the Soul Eater Demon Sword Apocalypse, he pointed to the two two-handed epee on the ground, and said to the windrunner mother in front of him:

   "This is the Blade of Juggernaut, I have used it, it is very good, very imposing, very worthy of your status, but unfortunately you are not a warrior and can't realize its full potential.

   So I recommend you to use this one, it's called Apocalypse.

   is an out-and-out jerk. If your soul is not strong enough, you will be controlled by it the moment you touch it.

   When it gets tired of you, it will use you as a tool to grind your teeth, tear your soul to shreds, and enjoy your screams and despair. "

   "Are you sure you're giving me a weapon, not a suicide tool?"

   Windrunner's mother raised her eyebrows and pointed to the dark apocalypse, saying:

   "Who would use such a weapon?"

   "It's very suitable for the undead, I'm not talking nonsense."

  The pirate folded his arms, smiled oddly, and said to Windrunner's mother:

   "Actually, before I set sail, I made a request for my colleagues at Ravenholdt Manor to ask them to steal your remains from the Windrunner Tower in Quel'Thalas.

  Please don’t mind the inappropriate actions of blaspheming the undead. You and I both know that as a ranger, although you can draw a bow even in the state of your soul, only when your body is still alive can you truly return to the peak.

   Until then, this Apocalypse is perfect for you. "

   The atmosphere in the underground space became weird, and Lireza Windrunner said faintly after a few seconds:

   "I don't really care that my body is desecrated, after all, I'm already dead, I've experienced the pain of death, and I'm also against the emotions of mortals.

   But are you sure that your colleagues can dig my grave and steal my remains from under the eyes of my daughters?

  You just let them die. "

   "Maybe, but that's none of my business."

  Black raised his eyebrows and said:

   "Anyway, I paid, a very generous price, enough to buy a small island in Kul Tiras, or build several fourth-class warships.

  Ravenholdt is loyal to the commission and has a lot of members on the elf side too, isn't he?

  Since they all have time to discuss the assassination of Lothar, they must have time to send some people to the three Windrunner sisters to die.

   I will be happy if I succeed, and I will not lose if I fail.

   Oh, you don’t have to worry about the fit between the soul and the remains, you may not know it yet”

  The pirate waved his hand and said confidently:

   "But at present, the only genuine lich in the world of Azeroth is my good friend. When the time comes, I will ask him to handle your 'resurrection' ritual.

   I have arranged everything to be safe, you just wait to regain your full power.

   I would suggest that you develop a 'feeling' with the **** Tianqi before you really resurrect, so that he doesn't act like a demon again when you get it. "

   Speaking, Black put the flame blade back into the bag and left the Apocalypse in place.

   He took a few steps, looked back at Windrunner's mother, and asked in a gossip tone:

   "Another personal question I've always wanted to ask, how did your husband convince you to have a not-so-great son after three such great daughters.

   As far as I know, among the high elves, a mother like you who gave birth to four children at one go is really, really, really, really.”

   "Whoosh"

  An arrow rubbed Blake's face and nailed it to the opposite wall.

   Windrunner's mother turned her back to the pirate and reached out to touch the apocalypse. She said in a faint tone:

   "My Highness, do you want to know what happened to the last man who asked me such a question?"

   "Well, I drank just now, maybe I drank too much, so I'm suddenly not curious anymore."

  Blake shrugged, touched the bleeding scar on his cheek, and said:

   "Teacher, please do it yourself, I won't bother, there are still important things to do, I'll go first, you don't have to send it. In addition, Tianqi is a very naughty guy, you must contact it for the first time"

   "bass"

The Soul Eater Sword was pulled out by Lilesa. She looked back at the pirate with a dangerous look. The death energy on the sword was like a blue fire, flowing on the arm of Windrunner's mother holding the sword. .

   is like igniting the soul.

   "Whoosh"

  Black disappeared on the spot, blocking the breath of being locked by the legendary ranger, and the entire underground space became quiet again. Liresa shook her head and looked at the soul body that was more solid because of the sword.

   she whispered:

   "Stinky boy, if you don't teach me a lesson, your tail will really go up to the sky. How could someone as boring as Dai Lin have such a son?"

—

   For the next three days, Black didn't dare to show his face in front of Windrunner's mother, for fear that General Ranger would give him a knife with Apocalypse.

   But he wasn't idle either.

   He does have important things to do.

   "How many have you caught?"

   In the elven ruins above Meridel, Blake stepped on a column that had collapsed for 10,000 years and had long been covered with moss. He looked down the hillside in front of him, and there were dense withered magicians everywhere he saw.

   They are all kept in simple fences, but they are not aggressive, just wandering in place, occasionally roaring like wild animals.

   These skinny, corpse-like guys screamed terribly.

   scared the little nightchildren who were playing around and hid behind Villeneuve, but looked out to see those pirates whipping withered with whips.

   "There are already six or seven hundred, Captain."

   Maim in heavy armor took his helmet in his hand, and the orc with terrifying burns on his face said to Black:

   "We've captured the nearby withered ones, and there should be more farther away, if you need them."

"enough."

  The pirate took out the skull flask from his waist, sipped it in his mouth, and said to Maim:

   "Take them out tonight, my chief mate and my ship are waiting by the shore, load them all into the Nagfar, and we'll be in action at midnight.

   Transport these withered into Suramar Bay, drop them into the city, and after causing a riot, let's loot the Chief Arcanist Manor outside the city!

   The timing must be accurate, the action must be fast, and there must be no war.

  The old ladies in the city are very fierce. Once we get entangled by them, no matter how much we grab, we can't leave. "

   "Will this be too risky, Captain."

   The troll dog-legged Zarak who was standing behind Black pushed his mask and said softly to Black:

   "It's not that I don't trust your dark wisdom, but these withered ones aren't of much use at all, they're a bunch of beast-like guys who won't obey orders at all.

   And our pirates can easily catch them.

  If the elf mages in Suramar City are as terrifying as you said, I don’t think these seven hundred withered mages could last even ten minutes. "

   "No no no, you are too young to understand the dangers of withering."

   Black chuckled, whistled, and shouted to the bald pirates who were watching the fun:

   "Who is that, pull a withered man over here and find one at random."

   "Oh, okay, Your Excellency Commander, please wait a moment."

  The old sea dog Yinyue Ha Rui who was drinking, when he heard someone speak to him so rudely, was about to turn his head and scold him to keep his old pirate's "majesty".

   But when he looked back, it was Blake who called him, and he immediately put on a flattering attitude.

   stood up, wrapped a rope around the neck of a scrawny wither, and roughly pulled it out, dragged it all the way, and dragged it to Black's side.

   "Skinny boy, come on."

  The pirate shouted to Kanrisad who was looking at the magic tome and was fascinated by it. The little warlock glanced at the withered magician and stepped forward with confidence.

  Black took a few steps back and said to those around him:

   "Alright, don't blink."

   As he spoke, the skinny boy threw a painful curse on the withered man who was struggling on the ground. He thought that such a weak guy would not be able to withstand the pain of the curse at all.

   They even lost their eyesight.

   Pirates catch them as easy as catching mice.

   But unexpectedly, when the skinny boy started to cast spells, the withered spellcaster who looked harmless immediately raised his head, his gray-white penetrating eyes couldn't see anything, but he could smell the smell of magic.

   It senses the source of magic power in front of it.

   roared and got up, not knowing where the strength came from, he tore off the rope around his neck, and whimpered from his skeletonized mouth, as if he had entered a state of "frenzy".

   It couldn't feel the pain of the curse spell on its body at all, and even its vision was degraded, as was the pain nerve.

   It can only feel the magic.

   It can smell the fragrance of that magic power, and its inner desire is activated, like a flood that has opened a gate, like a beast that has released its cage, waving its claws, and staggering towards the little warlock.

   Kanrisad felt bad for this meeting. He immediately waved his staff and threw a briquettes-like shadow arrow, hitting the heart of the withered chest.

   The skin of the scrawny guy was torn apart, and even blood and bones were visible. A normal person suffered such an injury, let alone fighting, he couldn't even get up.

   But the withered man with his heart exposed was just a staggering one, roaring and rushing towards Kanrisad.

   It smells of more magic.

   It was stimulated.

   It gets crazier, even faster.

"what!"

   This gesture startled the skinny boy, and he threw out Warlock magic again and again.

   But the faster he threw it, the fiercer the withered. After twenty seconds, both legs of the withered were bitten off by Kanrisad's hellhound.

   But it still dragged its corroded body full of holes and crawled towards the little warlock step by step, it was going to bite him to death!

   It's going to extract magic from his corpse beautifully.

   it wants to

"boom"

  's last wild idea was smashed on the head by the thin boy who wielded his staff like a warhammer. After four or five consecutive beats, the brain of the withered man, which had shrunk to the size of a walnut, was finally shattered.

   At this point, it stopped moving.

   "Hey, did you see it?"

  Black played with the skull flask in his hand and said to the silent group of people around him:

   "When the withered spellcaster faces other professions, he is like a weak rookie. Anyone who can use swordsmanship can stab him to death. But only when facing spellcasters, these guys are suddenly outrageous.

   is extremely resistant to spells and devours demons. Except for being stupid, he basically has no shortcomings.

   Don't look at them as easy to bully, but as long as they absorb enough magic power, these guys will 'evolve'.

   It will be more difficult then.

  The seven hundred withered practitioners are enough to cause a major incident in Sulamari, which has been peaceful for 10,000 years. As long as you are smart enough, this robbery is guaranteed.

  You think the most valuable things on this earth are the treasures in Suramar

   Actually not.

   Those treasures are really valuable.

   But in my opinion, the most valuable thing in Suramar is actually this group of withered.

   If we find an opportunity to sack Dalaran and Silvermoon City in the future, I also hope that these withered magicians will give me a surprise, hehe, after all, only magic can deal with magic. "

   (end of this chapter)