Azeroth Shadow Trail

   Chapter 451 4. Witness the power of this bear!

   "It seems that after returning home, the dean has to start the training of mental willpower for Little Xingxing immediately. As expected, he is a pampered child, and he can't even bear such a small whisper.

  How to do big things in the future? "

  Blake shook his head and complained in his heart.

   The next moment, Xal'atas's lazy voice whispered in the ears of the pirates, she said:

   "That cute and innocent little dragon is weak, weak in every way, like a blank sheet of paper, you can draw on it, you should make good use of this.

  With your dark wisdom, with just a little 'training', she can become your next loyal servant, willing to give everything for you.

  A mighty dragon can be a powerful tool, and a weak one can be a great toy.

   Ah, the era of Galakrond is long over. "

   "This isn't something that seniors should do to juniors, just let your bad tastes go."

  Blake said calmly:

   "Will the void concentration here affect me?"

   "Hehe, there is only a piece of leftovers here, Yogg Saron has been driven back to his cage before he can exert his real power.

   It's a shameful waste of a precious opportunity.

  You don't have to worry, my little master. You are now the lackey of the evil **** of Elune, and with her moonlight, the weak old gods cannot affect you.

   Besides, my loyal servant will also protect you. "

   Xalatas said sarcastically and comfortably:

   "But, it feels good to be so close to the void.

   I have sacrificed a large number of creatures in a similar place, and each death brings us one step closer to completely corrupting the world.

  Look at these bearmen.

   Well, they must be delicious, I really envy the Demon of Thousand Throat, it must have had a full meal here. I have to admit, I was jealous when I saw Yogg-Saron's nightmare blooming everywhere.

   And a little proud.

   You will never use me so recklessly, which severely limits your abilities, my little master. You just have to give me a chance and I will prove my loyalty to you. "

  Black didn't answer.

   After Salatas’ conversation turned into temptation, he gave up chatting with this young lady, and Salatas, who didn’t get a response, felt boring.

   After a short nasal sound, her voice disappeared from the pirate's ear.

  Black continued to follow the footprints left by the ghost wolf.

  Under the watcher's endless hunting talent, there is no need for pirates to actively seek it out, and the footprints left by Frostpaw are marked in a "highlighted" way in his perception.

   is like a road sign in perception, and even in the surrounding dangerous areas, there are warnings of different colors.

  Pirates are generally familiar with new skills, flickering and dashing forward.

   He was still in the mood to complain:

   "There was a joke before, Illidan Stormrage kept praising Maiev as the best hunter he had ever seen, but the blind man certainly didn't know that there would be something left on the path he walked under the demon transformation.

   But now it seems that Illidan's praise is not unreasonable. It is no wonder that in the job introduction, it is said that endless hunting is the core of the watchman's profession.

   With this kind of terrifying hunting ability, the things that are being targeted don’t even want to run away.

Um? "

   When gliding all the way down from the upper level to the lower level of the bear den, the pirates soon found the trail of their stupid wolf, who stayed in a cave in the lower level of Greymaw Fort.

   It seems to have found something interesting there, and it will be standing at the door of the cave, waiting for the pirates to appear.

  Black gliding close to it in the air, landed next to Frostpaw with a precise flash, the ghost wolf moved its nose and shook its head from side to side, clearly feeling Black coming.

   But it can't find the location of the pirates.

   "You stupid wolf."

  Black took the initiative to emerge from the recluse and touched Frostpaw's head.

   This time, the ghost wolf did not refuse this kind of intimate contact, but if you want it to lick its owner's fingers like a dog, then don't even think about it!

   It has its own dignity.

   "Look what is this?"

  The pirate took a few steps into the cave and saw what was inside. In a wooden cage, a bear man who was seriously injured and had fallen into a coma was trapped.

   is a black bear.

   Judging from the Raging Claw Amulet hanging around its neck, it should be the Priest of Ursoc from the Temple of Raging Claws in Grizzly Hills, and looking at the exquisite claws on its arms, its identity should not be low.

   How did it get caught here?

  The pirate rolled his eyes and turned his head to make a gesture to Frostpaw. The ghost wolf immediately walked a few steps outside the cave and disappeared in the alternation of reality and reality.

   On the other hand, Black was half-kneeling on the ground and took out a green packet of "Fel Candy" from his luggage.

   He had a feeling.

   The bear man priest in front of him should solve the mystery of the disappearance of the soul beast Arcturus for him, and perhaps, it will bring him more surprises.

  Ten minutes later, a whole package of candies full of vitality was made by Blake himself and stuffed into the bearman's mouth. The life inside these healing stones exploded in the seriously injured bearman's body.

  Although there are some fel energy infections mixed in, but with the resistance of the bear man to fel energy, this pollution is not enough to pull the bear man in front of him into the abyss of fel energy.

   Those vital forces are very useful, like a dry sea surface touching the sea water, the life recovery of the body that has been depleted of oil is reactivated.

   As the pirates watched, the wounds on the black bearman whose stomach had been cut open in front of him were healing at a speed visible to the naked eye.

  Black had to sigh with emotion at the terrifying advantages of these heirs of the wilderness demigods in terms of life force.

   They have the blood of demigods flowing in their bodies, allowing them to easily have super resilience that can be compared with high-level warriors of other races. These guys are simply good sandbags that are naturally resistant to beatings.

The    reconnaissance technique was also dropped on the bearman, and its identity was clarified:

   Name: "Lair Guard" Tur Ragepaw

   Race: Bearman/Demigod

  Status: Mortal Body (Critical), Seriously Injured Recovery, Ursoc Power, Ursol Wisdom, Leader of the Pack

   Occupation: Level 60 Bear Warrior / Level 60 Druid / Level 3 Spirit Warrior

   "Good guy, this is still a 'God's Choice'!"

   The pirate's brows twitched.

   He rubbed his chin and thought to himself:

   "It's Ursoc's chosen warrior, can a demigod of the wilderness continue to give power to his descendants? Speaking of which, I seem to have seen it in a certain Ursoc-related quest chain in the game before.

   This is not a nobody. "

   "Hey, open your eyes when you wake up!"

  The pirate coughed, straightened his tongue, and said to the black bearman in the cage in front of him in a strange bearman language:

   "Your breathing sounds like thunder in my ear. This work of disguise is really not suitable for you bearmen. You should be guarding Ursoc's lair, why did you come to Greymaw Fort?

   You were injured so badly, why didn't those fallen bearmen kill you? Also, do you know where the local spirit beast Arcturus went? "

   "You speak our language?"

   Seeing that his disguise was torn down, the weak bearman simply stopped pretending.

   opened his eyes, revealing a pair of sharp black eyes, although still shining with pain, but the animal nature in those eyes can definitely frighten ordinary people.

   It said to the pirates in a suspicious tone:

   "It's not surprising that bearmen can speak human language, but where did you learn to speak bearman language? Your oral structure makes it difficult for us to roar."

   "I can even speak the serpent language that can crippling the vocal cords of ordinary people. This kind of roaring bear language is not too difficult."

  Blake smiled. He waved the moon blade in his hand and cut off the lock of the wooden cage with precision. He moved his shoulders and said to the bear man, who was struggling to get up, covering his stomach in front of him:

   "I also know that your name is Tur Ragepaw, the chosen warrior of Ursoc, and I even know that your **** is in big trouble now, so answer my question honestly.

   Maybe if I am in a good mood, I will help you and your god. "

  Tur Ragepaw was silent for a few seconds.

   It glanced at the broken claw claws on its arms, took off the delicate broken weapon a little irritably, and threw it aside.

   But he was stunned to see that the pirate was very natural. Like a skilled and qualified scavenger, he picked up the broken weapon it dropped and threw it into his luggage.

  Black noticed the Bearman's strange gaze.

   But he was too lazy to explain.

   Old Garni will definitely like this pair of broken weapons, and only if old Garni is happy can the intelligence system that the pirates just get on track can function properly.

  If it wasn't for the question of the name, Black really had the intention to be a "big scavenger" for Old Garni. With the attitude of Old Garni towards his followers, the pirates would definitely live a very nourishing life with him.

   There's little to no downside other than self-esteem needing to be thrown in the trash.

   "I didn't come here by myself, I was captured by these fallen bearmen."

   The black bear leaned against the stone wall of the cave, and while struggling to throw a rejuvenation technique from the Druid natural magic system on himself, the green light representing life wrapped around it, making it recover its vitality.

   panted again, endured the pain, and answered the question he had just asked to the pirate.

   It said in a painful tone:

   "I failed to fulfill my holy mission, I failed to stop this group of fallen ones from resurrecting our God.

   They stole the relic left by Ursoc from the Temple of Wrath Claw, connected it with the soul of the demigod through the relic, and forcibly summoned it from the Emerald Dream.

   But these already mad Fallen simply don't have enough vitality to reshape their bodies for the gods, and a few days ago, they held a terrible sacrifice in Ursoc's lair.

   They tried in vain to exchange their lives for the rebirth of the gods.

   But they are infected!

   They were already infected, Ursoc came to life, but it also I tried to put it to rest, but I was no match for the gods at all, I thought I was dead.

   But when I woke up, I found that those fallen ones brought me back to this cursed place.

   They tried to make me one of them, they tried to use my connection with the gods to awaken the gods by evil methods.

   As for Arcturus."

   Bearman Tur Ragepaw's tone was even more painful, and he said with a strong self-reproach:

   "I failed to protect it.

   It was lured to Greymaw Citadel by the Fallen long ago, and was sacrificed as the connection point between the material world and the Emerald Dream in that summoning ceremony.

it.

   That noble creature has become a part of the fallen gods. "

   "So, what the **** did you bears do!"

   Hearing Tour's answer, the pirate's head also ached.

   Things have obviously entered the worst case, and Ursoc has been resurrected as Blake remembered, and the time of this wrong resurrection was at least twenty years earlier.

   Needless to say, this must be another wave caused by the change of fate.

   But Black did not despair.

  Because he is very clear about the state of Ursoc after being "resurrected", it is not the resurrection of a demigod in the true sense, otherwise the pirates will definitely run as far as possible.

   That is just a false god, or a god's sin after the infection of the void.

   Ursoc was pitted by his unworthy descendants.

  It hasn't even woken up yet, and in the special form of existence of a soul beast, as long as the Void completely corrupts Ursoc's gods and evils, purify it.

  The big horn that was sacrificed could still be rescued.

   "You said just now that the Fallen Bearmen tied you over to wake him up through the connection between you and Ursoc?"

   After thinking for a few minutes, the pirate looked at the bearman warrior who had regained some strength, and said:

   "How are they going to wake it up?"

   "There's a tree at the bottom of Greythroat Fort, did you see it?"

  Tur Fury Claw was already helpless. After being rescued by the pirates, he was also desperate. Naturally, what Black asked and what did he answer.

   The mighty bear warrior pointed out of the cave and said to the pirates:

   "A new tree grew out of the ruins of Verdrassil more than ten years ago, but it was corrupted, and it was the dark power that polluted this sacred tree and appeared a thousand years later.

  The Fallen are going to make a staff from that tree, in their vain attempt to replace life with void and completely transform our God into a dark form.

  I will not let them succeed.

  I'm going to destroy that tree. Warriors of humanity, please bring the news of Ursoc's tainted resurrection out of Northrend to find the druids of Cenarion.

  Only they can end this nightmare of all bears before it becomes irreversible.

   Once Ursoc is really captured by the Void, its terrifying dark power will soon sweep the world. The lackeys of the Void try to create another 'Deathwing'.

   We can't, absolutely can't let them succeed! "

   "Forget it, I have a conflict with the Druids, I will send a message, maybe they will 'plant a tree', I don't want to be the youth version of Xavius.

   It's enough for a hapless one like that to be born every 10,000 years. "

  The pirate waved his hand, and his eyes would sparkle under the visor of the shadow of death, under Sargeras' cursed vision.

   He said to the despairing bear warrior before him:

   "But it's not just the Druids who can solve your problems. Well, I see you and I are very destined, and you look like you can fight.

  I helped you end Ursoc's bad luck, how about you become my bodyguard in the future?

   Think about it.

   I'm treated very well here, look, this is the last time I grabbed ahem, a 'borrowed' druid suit from three grand druids and a group of high-level druids.

   They are all excellent magical creations, and I can't use them, so I lent them to you. "

  Black took out the Flame Blade Sank'su from his suitcase again, and placed it in front of Tur Ragepaw with a bang along with the equipment. He said:

   "The little sapling below, I'm going to burn it, right? I'll be responsible for burning it, and you help me stop those fallen bears. Then, let's go to Ursoc's Nest.

   Find the poor demigod and end his suffering.

   Of course all this is premised.”

"do not talk!"

   The black bear warrior grabbed the leather armor on the ground and put it on himself while saying in a less authentic human language:

   "If you can really end Ursoc's pain and help our gods return to rest, let alone a bodyguard. Even let me be your slave!

   This knife looks great, but I can't use it.

   I have the weapon that Ursoc gave me. "

  The Furious Claw Bear raised his claws, and under Black's gaze, ten black sharp claws like short knives popped out of his flesh pad, his breathing was heavy, like a battle cry, and roared:

   "My gods are in pain, I am in pain, now it's time for these fallen ones to suffer! I want them to witness the power of this raging bear!"

   (end of this chapter)