Azeroth Shadow Trail

   Chapter 494 47. The mere Nasrezim is also worthy of being called a demon?

   "That's about it, do you understand?"

   Daglop was soon "escorted" to the South Island by the little murlocs. In the underground magic laboratory, he was wearing only a pair of loose trousers, and Blake leaned on a chair with a naked upper body.

   He also wears a rune cape embroidered with arcane spells on his shoulders, which is used to appease the magic power fluctuations of those magic lines on his body.

  These engraved magic patterns are resonating for the first time with the shadow magic in Blake, causing a layer of green fluorescence around the pirate's body.

   He felt very itchy.

   But you can't grab it to avoid destroying the integrity of the magic pattern.

   This is something that Instructor Nitier specifically warned.

   But then again, the tattoo skills of this wand master who have some bad hobbies are really amazing. As she said, her hands are very stable.

   Holding a cup of hot tea, Blake leaned back on the chair and said pleasantly to the shivering demon kid standing in front of him:

   "If you have any opinions, feel free to mention them.

   Like a will, after all, I've told you the danger. Come on, you know, I'm a generous captain to my people.

   I'll be sure to tell every demon I meet about your last words before you die. So, try to say something meaningful. "

   What can the kid say?

  It makes everyone stupid.

   There is nothing difficult to understand in terms of language and logic.

   Its owner needs it to help complete an experiment, to extract its demon soul and use some unreliable means to complete "symbiosis".

   This gives Black some demonic tactical abilities.

   A very simple thing.

   As for the dangers that don't need to be too concerned, it is nothing more than that this spell is still immature. During the casting process, Daglop's weak demon soul may be torn apart, allowing it to be truly wiped out.

   In Black's words, it's just a mortal wound, don't worry about it.

   And why don't use the more powerful Clynflan and Glazer, you have to choose the little devil Daglop, firstly because it is weak enough, even if the spell fails, it will not have too bad influence on Black itself.

  Secondly, pirates are not careful.

   Daglop has done such a bad thing before, it is really unreasonable not to punish him.

   "Don't worry, as long as you survive this time, I promise, I will happily forget the unpleasant past between the two of us. I promise to treat you as generously as before."

  The pirate put down the tea in his hand and said to the kid:

   "Look at how fast Clinflane's strength has grown recently? Isn't it because I'm generous enough to my loyal and useful destroyer? It can keep a third of the souls it hunts.

  If you get through it, you will have a bright future in the future. "

   What could Daglop, the kid with fel flames wrapped around him, say?

   If it dared to say nothing, Black would definitely be happy to use the iron fist of a pirate to teach it what it means to "check the situation". After the previous adventure failed, it lost all the power of choice.

  My strength is so weak, there is no other way but to give it a go.

   "I do."

   The little ghost slapped his neck and shouted at the top of his voice.

After shouting   , he seemed to have lost all his strength and collapsed to the ground. Black laughed, stood up, took off the bloodstained rune cloak behind him, and threw it aside.

   completely exposed his current body.

   let the little fishman who was looking at him beside him let out an exclamation of wow.

   Not out of fear.

   Just because the magic pattern of the warlock on Black's body is very beautiful and cool, the upper elves arcanists poured all their artistic cells into this magic pattern when they designed it.

   The pirate's arms are covered with greenish lines, patterns, and mysterious geometric shapes that stretch from wrist to shoulder.

   And behind it is a giant pentagram.

  This circle symbolizes "devil" and evil-related affairs in elven culture.

   In the center of the pentagram, is a pirate skeleton made up of many small magic patterns, and there are two hidden swords staggered below.

   As the shadow magic within Blake rolled, and with every breath he took, the skull tattooed eyes glowed green.

   That is Fel Light.

   There are not too complicated patterns in front of his chest, because this is the basic magic pattern, and there is room for 11 subsequent fine-tuning and improvement, so the chest is blank.

   There is only one circular circle that is carved between the waist and abdomen.

   There are also a few hook jade-shaped patterns on the left and right.

   However, the magic lines on the shoulders were made into bird-wing-like lines by the "Masters of Magical Arts" from Nar'Thalas Academy, with claws set off, extending all the way to the sides of Black's neck.

   If you don't look carefully, it's easy to recognize the devil's claw.

   The pirates are also very satisfied with the appearance of this improved magic pattern, but it feels a little too showy.

   As for these tattoos, he didn't dare to show them, for fear of causing those little sisters and brothers to scream. For an assassin, such a tattoo is also a bit too high-profile.

  Speaking of which, the pirate is actually moody on weekdays, but that is just a means of commanding his subordinates, he is actually a very conservative man.

   But the murlocs are not!

  Bumblebee stared dumbfounded at the cool tattoos on his owner's body. Its big cute eyes were full of envy and desire. It circled around Black, and the more he looked, the more he liked it.

   It is a murloc, somewhere between a humanoid and a beast.

   And the more powerful the beast, the more special markings will appear on its body to express its power and majesty to all beasts. Especially in the magical world of Azeroth, powerful beasts will give birth to "natural magic marks".

   Such as those weird lines on Ursoc.

   It is a symbol of the blessing of nature's wild power, representing the noble supernatural beast attributes.

   The murloc bloodline of Bumbolba determines that no matter how it grows, it is impossible to reach the point where a natural magic pattern is born, but it also has its own desires.

  If the natural wilderness does not give it, then it is not impossible to make a set for yourself and scare people.

   Besides, the bodies of the murlocs also have textures, but Pemberba is already dissatisfied with the ordinary textures on his body, and he longs for more powerful magic textures.

   Just like the one on Blake!

   So cool! So cool!

want to

   The little murlocs are envious, but in the eyes of Daglop, it is an outright disaster.

   It's a demon, although it can't fully understand the content of the magic lines on Black's body. But what it can understand is enough to shock people.

   is full of "restraint", "imprisonment", "compulsory control", "extraction", "fusion" and other terrifying demonic laws.

   Paired with the red eye patch that Blake is wearing, this makes the kid feel that he is not facing a pirate, but a demon hunter who is ready to "prey".

"bring it on."

  Blake, who had put on the blindfold, stretched out his hand towards Daglop. The kid shook his body, but he could only close his eyes and stretch out his claws, resigning his fate to touch the pirate's fingertips.

"what!"

   The two sides contacted for a moment, and the kid let out a terrifying scream.

   Under the stunned gaze of the little murloc, Daglop's demon body seemed to "melt".

   In the arc of the magic pattern on Black's body, like the arc of a circuit with poor contact, the little ghost seemed to be "eaten" by an invisible giant mouth, and disappeared in the blink of an eye.

   The fel energy aura on the pirate was a little thicker.

   But there is only so much, this kid is too weak to bring more boost to the pirates.

   But it is very suitable as a test product.

   After a few seconds, Black frowned and listened.

   "Master, what a strange feeling, am I not dead?"

   Daglop's strange voice resounded in the heart of the pirates.

   It also seems to be at a loss for the situation in front of it. It is obvious that the body has dissipated, but the soul has not returned to the twisted void, but was imprisoned in the body by the pirates in a strange way.

   The devil in my heart.

   "This 'inner demon' is also weak!"

  Blake complained, he felt the change in the magic power in his body, raised his hand and threw a ball of flaming arrows towards the specially placed magic target not far away.

   Fel energy and shadows entwined into a large green fireball exuding sulphurous aura, hitting the target precisely.

   is very weak.

   is similar to the shadow arrows thrown by pirates.

   But the content is very subtle, because this flaming arrow spell is not in the magic list of warlocks, it is a talent magic that can only be mastered by little devils.

  After fusing Daglop, the pirate, as a warlock, also mastered the magic of the goblin.

   He lowered his head to "look" at the little murloc, flicked his fingers, and a flaming flame shield was applied to the murloc, which was the little devil's second talent magic shield.

  The pirate took a step forward, and his body was transformed into an illusory shape, much like sneaking, but in fact he entered a special phase plane, which was a magical concealment effect.

   is also an innate magic that can only be mastered by little devils.

  Unfortunately, these three kinds of magic are better than nothing for Black, and he does not need these magics to strengthen his strength.

   "Dean, is the record complete?"

  Black turned back and shouted to the room on the other side of the laboratory. After a few seconds, Dean Lanyue's voice came out:

   "Okay. The first test was a complete success, and the binding ability of the magic pattern has been proved. This magic pattern can transform the power of demons for the use of warlocks.

   But the strength of this little devil is too weak, it cannot support you to complete the demon transformation.

   Let it go.

   You also go back and take a day off.

  Come over tomorrow, we will start the second round of enhanced trials to see the effect of 'Demon Transformation' and prepare your Demon Guard or Beholder. "

   "Don't use them."

  Black reversed according to the mana model of the spell, used the fel energy in his body to create a new little ghost body for Daglop, and threw its consciousness back into the body.

   At the same time that the kid let out a arrogant laugh of escaping death, Blake slammed, took out the spirit lamp he carried with him, and put it on the table.

   He flicked the soul-inducing lamp emitting a pale white light, and said to Dean Lanyue:

   "Now that the effect is verified, skip those step-by-step processes and go straight to try this."

   "A dreadlord?"

   Dean Lanyue used her own magic power to integrate into the soul lamp. In the next moment, she widened her eyes and said to Blake:

   "No! I won't allow it!

   Attempting the fusion of ordinary demons can be regarded as exploration magic, but if you try to fuse a legendary demon now, or Nasrezim, who is known to be cunning and cunning among demons, you will be sent to death. "

   "It's already very weak."

   Black explains:

   "Casanatil has not absorbed any fel energy for almost a year since it was captured, and it was originally sealed in Merry Winterwind's body for nearly 2,000 years.

   The strength of this dreadlord has already fallen below the legendary level, and I think I can stand it. "

   "Don't you think!"

   Dean scolded:

   "That's not the attitude of a spellcaster! Your confidence is unfounded, and I don't think you can stay sane in the whispers of a dreadlord.

   There are many ways to gain strength, I will not allow my disciple to take such a risk! "

"Ha ha"

  Xalatas' voice rang in the pirate's ear at this moment, and she said sarcastically:

   "Look, little master, your mentor is questioning your will, she's an idiot. I don't think you can't handle a mere whisper of a dreadlord after living with me for so long.

Come.

   Turn it on now and give your arrogant mentor a good lesson.

   But you remember, little master. "

  Xalatas made a tongue-licking sound in Blake's ear, as if emphasizing ownership, she said to Blake in a hoarse voice:

   "Let that demon live in your heart and use its power properly, but you can't call it an inner demon. You can only have one inner demon, and that is me!

   Feel free to use it.

  If it dares to have weird thoughts on my cute and mysterious little master, I will swallow it!

  Blake Shaw, your body and mind can only be mine.”

   "You don't have to repeat this, and I don't think a free and unruly man like me would belong to anyone, my servant."

  The pirate whispered back.

   His iconic self-talk made Dean Lan Yue frown again.

   Ever since Black became her student, she has noticed that pirates often speak to the air.

   At first, Black would keep secrets, but after the two became familiar with each other, he stopped acting, and would often suddenly say one or two strange words in front of Arya Lanyue.

   At the beginning, Dean Lan Yue thought it was some kind of pirate quirk, or deliberately pretending to be a ghost to scare his rebellious subordinates.

   This kind of mental intimidation is a kind of "subduing method" often used by pirates to show their elusive evil and "majesty".

   But combined with today's events and Blake's unfounded confidence, Dean Lanyue suddenly found that his understanding of his own disciple did not seem to be deep enough.

   There are apparently some "innocent" "little secrets" hidden in his heart.

"Snapped"

   Dean clasped Blake's chin with a serious look.

   took off his blindfold and looked at each other. She used a magic similar to spiritual soothing, and tried to use the eyes of a pirate to tell whether his sanity was clear.

   "Come, show your 'traditional arts' to my esteemed dean, remember to tap, if you frighten my dear teacher, I'll ask you for trouble."

   In Xal'atath's malicious laughter, Black slightly loosened his restraint on the divine power of the Void.

   Dean Lanyue looked at her disciple's sea-blue eyes. She seemed to see the reflections of the stars in those eyes, and a whole dark starry sky unfolded in front of her eyes.

   The mysterious nebula surrounds the staircase of stars.

   In the dim star sea, she saw the bright star ring turned into flesh and blood placenta, and under the guidance of that strange and attractive force, she saw the dark purple streamer, one by one The world was corroded by the void.

   The faint whispers echoed in Dean Lanyue's spirit body, causing her eyes to become confused and dazed.

   She heard the call from the ancient darkness.

   Ha, arrogant elf, surrender to this candy fear!

   (end of this chapter)