Azeroth Shadow Trail

   Chapter 404 113. The scientific research career of Maris Demon Calamity

  Marris Demonbane was one of the last demon hunters to join the Illidari during the War of the Ancients.

   He was just finishing his hunter training when Brothers Stormrage and Tyrande, under the cover of the dragons, ventured into Zin-Athsalee's palace, blew up the Well of Eternity, and ended the demonic invasion.

   But that doesn't mean Maris is a new recruit with no combat experience.

   For a short time after the Legion was driven back into the Twisting Nether and the world fell apart, he and his companions continued to hunt and slaughter demons in their new home in Kalimdor.

   It's just that compared to his comrades with great military exploits, Maris doesn't have much meritorious deeds.

   He is also a badass.

   has not vented his anger at the loss of everything on the demons, just because of what Lord Illidan did on the top of Mount Hyjal, he was raided and arrested by the watchmen without knowing it.

   From being locked up in the Watcher's burrow to the present, 10,000 years have not quenched the anger in his heart, and the sense of loss of powerlessness is as clear as 10,000 years ago.

   Those sensations tormented him, making him long to wield the blade at the demon.

   But fate is so bizarre.

In Maris Demon Calamity, he has sharpened his warblade, calmed his inner demons, and is ready to follow Commander Alturis and use the transcontinental portal set up by the Nightborn Arcanists to go to Ereshara When the ancient city of Si had a big fight, the commander gave him a strange task.

   A mission that almost made his inner demon out of control.

  He, a new recruit, is about to bid farewell to his second war career that has just been restarted, and turn to serve a group of stinky pirates. Although he can feel the arcane stamp emanating from the invitation letter in his hand.

   Although nominally went to the rebuilt Nar'Thalas Academy 10,000 years ago as a "Demonology and Demon Power Defense Class Instructor", although this new title sounds cool.

   But Maris still felt that he was being banished by his comrades.

   This made him very uncomfortable.

   But no way.

   In the Illidari, a recruit like him could not refuse orders from the top, plus the victim commander also secretly explained the truth behind the mission to him.

   This is a situation related to Lord Illidan and must be taken seriously, so Alturis carefully selected among his companions, and finally chose Marius Demon Calamity.

  Because he was an Arcanist apprentice before he became a Demon Hunter, he is best at dealing with those magic teachers.

   Although the commander made this mission very important, but still with that sentence, Maris still felt that he was an exiled unlucky bastard.

  After experiencing a short period of anger, the Magus Master, who re-paced his inner demons, carried his luggage, said goodbye to his companions who went to Erethalas, and set foot on the road to the Northland alone.

  Well, this journey was much "faster" than he imagined.

   "Om"

  In an underground hall outside the city of Suramar, after passing through a portal, Maris Demon Calamity arrived at his destination—a large black ship floating on the sea of ​​floes.

  When the light of the portal dissipated on him, he immediately heard the whispers of a group of people in front of him.

   "Is it him? Is it him?"

   "Is this the Demon Hunter? Wow, his tattoos are so cool! He must be a bad boy!"

   "They were blind, as the captain said. Look at the black strips of cloth on his face, covering his eyes. He is so fierce, with a knife on his back.

   That knife also has tattoos on it! "

   "Shhh! Be quiet, they're blind, but they're not deaf. When he hears you speak ill of him, be careful he slashes at you. I hear these demon hunters are a bunch of lunatics."

   "Mr. Marci, look at the tattoos on other people's bodies, and then look at yours, you're so rude!"

   "Bah, how did you see the tattoos on my body? Did you peek at me taking a bath? I should dig out your eyes and send them to this blind demon hunter as an apprentice."

   Well, the moment Marius the Calamity Master came to the Alpaca, he was viewed as a diorama by a group of chaotic pirates of all races.

   These guys are drunk one by one, they don't even have a door when they talk, they say anything outside.

   Fortunately, Demon Calamity is a high-level elf. He has been trapped for 10,000 years. The only languages ​​he can understand are Thalassian and Demonic. He can't understand the messy languages ​​spoken by these pirates.

   But sometimes, the onlookers' pointing and malicious curiosity can be distinguished without understanding.

  These smelly pirates.

   Maris was very unhappy, a dark voice floated in his heart, tempting him to pull out the sword and hack these **** to death!

   Demon Calamity has become accustomed to this dark sound, that is his inner demon talking. Every demon hunter has this experience, and a mature demon hunter will automatically filter out these dark sounds.

   But if these pirates continue to watch him, Maris, who is not in a good mood, really doesn't mind.

   "It is said that the demon hunters are very good at fighting, but you can see that the elf in front of you is as thin as a hemp pole. Perhaps the legends are all blown up, otherwise, how could they be locked up by the watchers for 10,000 years?"

  A bald pirate with a bad accent, who would be drunk, wearing a dirty red acolyte robe, speaking the Sarasian language he just learned, hiding in the crowd and talking nonsense.

   That's right, that elf-controlled 'Silver Moon' Harry, who likes to talk nonsense when he drinks too much.

   Maris raised his head, and a provocative smile appeared on his stern face. He accurately locked Harry's position in the crowd, moved his neck, and threw his rucksack on the ground.

"boom"

   With a light sound, he took off the warblade behind him and threw it away. The two warblade roared and inserted into the board of the ship. This skinny demon hunter like a hemp pole squeezed his hands together and moved his joints.

   "I understand that sentence."

   He replied to the drunk Harry in Saras:

   "Want to come and see if I can fight? Smelly pirates?"

   He made a provocative gesture.

   There are at least thirty pirates of all races in front of him. The worst thing is that they will hold a welcome banquet in advance and get drunk. The pirates have seen the demon hunter's provocative gesture.

   They looked at each other.

"beat him!"

   a fox pirate shouted.

   In the next instant, the entire cabin became a mess.

   Five minutes later, Maris Demon Calamity, who was moving his shoulders, walked out of the cabin with his luggage and the War Blade on his back.

   The unhappiness and anger in his heart dissipated a lot, and there was even a smile on his stern face.

   On the deck outside the cabin, an undead butler in a black and white tuxedo with a half-mask was waiting for him. The butler held a pocket watch in his hand.

   When he saw Maris come out, the butler said in a smiling voice:

   "If the master can see Lord Demon Calamity and his pirates 'fight', he will be very pleased. It seems that you have understood and enjoyed the 'welcome ceremony' of the undead fleet.

   Then, please come with me, Lord Maris.

   On the stern, a welcome banquet has been prepared for you. The deans and tutors of Nar'Thalas College are waiting for you on another ship. "

   "There is no need to attend a banquet or something."

   Demon Calamity replied with the indifference characteristic of Demon Hunters:

   "I didn't come here to make friends with the pirates. I brought information from Commander Alturis and need to see Lord Black Shaw."

   "You may have to wait a while."

   Butler Moros shook his head and said:

   "The master is swimming in the ocean of knowledge, and he must pass today's 'trial of wisdom' before he can find time to meet you. If you don't like the lively welcome ceremony, then please come with me and we will go to the Nagfar.

  You can meet your future colleagues first.

   Blue Moon Dean and mentors are very much looking forward to your arrival. The newly opened Warlock course of Nar'Thalas College also needs your professional knowledge to be more perfect. "

   "My commander told me that I am here only to inform those mentors about the information, habits and weaknesses of various demons."

  Maris Demon Calamity followed Moros off the Alpaca, boarded the ghost captain Grace's boat, and headed for the Naglfar.

   On the boat, the demon hunter said to the steward:

   "I'm not in charge of class."

   "Of course, it's your freedom."

  Moros maintained his excellent demeanor and said to the Demon Hunter in Thalassian:

   "But in addition to imparting demon knowledge, as the new logistics deacon and dormitory head of the academy, I myself have a little request for your help."

   "Tell me, as long as you don't disturb my daily combat training."

   Maris replied indifferently, showing the demeanor of a master.

  Moros chuckled.

He says:

   "Once the Warlock courses are taught on a large scale, the demons summoned by the apprentices through formal or informal channels may become troublesome.

   As you know, Nar'Thalas Academy upholds the quality of teaching, and it is impossible for students to contract unqualified demon servants. Nor can we allow the demons who have been summoned to the physical world to run around.

  So we also need a 'professional cleaner' who specialises in dealing with 'abandoned demons', dunno."

   "Don't be so polite."

   Maris grinned strangely. He stroked the warblade beside him. His tone was no longer indifferent, but very gentle, and he even said with an eagerness:

   "I'm happy to help you deal with 'abandoned' demons, it doesn't matter how many you have, it doesn't matter how tired you are. I don't even need a salary, I'll help you 'service' for free.

   I just have one question, when can I officially start working? "

   "Well, I'll check the time."

   The undead steward looked at his pocket watch and said:

   "Fifteen minutes later, the 'Elementary Demon Summoning' course for third-year apprentices will start. Maybe you can go to the audition first, and after the course is over, the demons summoned by the students will be at your disposal.

   It's all low-level imps and hellhounds, hope this doesn't waste your time. "

   "No no no, I like doing this."

   Maris said humbly:

   "As long as it's a demon, no matter how big or small, no matter how strong or weak, I'm happy to send them back to their hometown. Of course, I'm a little weak right now and need to be replenished with demon energy.

   So my process of disposing of the waste may be a little bloody. Hope it doesn't scare those students.

   But don't worry, I'll clean up the classroom after I'm done.

  To be honest, I was originally very resistant to this trip, but now I suddenly realize that accepting the invitation of Nar'Thalas Academy is a real good thing.

   I am full of motivation. "

—

   "The 'Experiment No. 1' is here."

   In the stern of the Nagfar, Black, who had just completed three magic papers, was hiding in the cabin of Dean Blue Moon, looking out with the Eye of Kilrogg.

   He saw that Grayson's boat was about to approach the Nagfar, so he rubbed his hands excitedly and said to the dean beside him:

   "It took me a lot of effort to deceive from Alturis. Ahem, the invited demon hunter mentor, I want my butler to say something to him to 'pacify the soul'.

   Next, we just need to keep summoning demons, while studying the knowledge of demons, while 'feeding' Maris Demon Calamity with fel energy.

   Find another time, let this genuine demon hunter complete a demon transformation in front of us, and then we can collect enough research materials. "

   "One transformation may not be enough."

   Dean Lanyue replied in a very academic tone:

   "To complete that extremely complex magic ritual, we must first understand the transformation principle of the demon hunter, and it may require him to demonstrate this ability two or three times."

   "Stop making trouble, Dean."

   Black says:

"He's just a new recruit. Two or three demon transformations in a short period of time will make his own demons out of control and fall into the dark side of his soul. After this semester's 'seconded teaching', I don't want to put a madman out of control. The hunter returned it to Alturis.

   This will let those demon hunters who are united and stubborn and can fight come to the door to say something. "

   "No, you are wrong."

   Dean Lanyue took off his glasses, wiped the lenses with a ball of arcane magic, and said slowly:

   "In addition to your 'warlock version of demon transformation' topic, I have a private topic about 'fel corruption and healing' with my mentor Deriana, Archmage Alan.

  'Experiment One' is not just for you, my student Blake.

   He was also our subject.

   He is a very valuable sample. His super tolerance for fel energy can allow us to study the secrets of how fel energy corrupts flesh and spirit.

Do not worry.

   I'm pretty sure he can maintain his sanity after completing multiple levels of demon transformation.

   This academic research topic is not harmful to Marius Demon Calamity. As long as he cooperates, he can improve his strength in a short period of time. From what I know about demon hunters, he wouldn't turn down such a 'researched' project.

   Of course, you can't tell him in the first place.

   Lest you frighten him.

  He's coming, keep smiling. Be restrained! Blake, your not-so-good smile is so scary! "

   (end of this chapter)