Azeroth Shadow Trail

   Chapter 654 207

  Traveling on the endless sea, without the blessing of the tidesage, or the assistance from anomalous powers, is bound to be a waste of time.

  This sea is too big.

  Even the best and fastest ship, to complete a cross-continental journey, is calculated in the unit of "month".

   However, this process can be greatly accelerated if there are creatures that are good at flying to do the transfer.

   Such is the case with the long voyage that Lord Talon Gorefiend is going on at this time.

   He and his death knights set off from Booty Bay as goblin ships to the Broken Shore in the Broken Isles in search of the Scepter of Sargeras, an artifact that could open the door to another world.

   He set off from Blackrock Mountain a day earlier than the other chiefs.

But after his "brothers" have completed the Dalaran event, fought with Deathwing and the demons, destroyed a human castle, rescued the Frostwolf's son Gu'el, and returned safely After Blackrock Mountain, his team reached the edge of the Broken Isles.

  No way, this journey is too far.

It took Blake half a month to set off from Nanhai Town to the Broken Isles on the Naglfar. The Gorefiend team could complete this journey across half of the world in less than a week, which is already very fast. .

   In addition to being the goblin's ship, they also have several black dragons as flying mounts.

   But even adult black dragons couldn't fly from the Eastern Continent to the Broken Isles in one breath, so they adopted a strange "relay" method.

  Several black dragons took turns dragging the goblins' ships to sail fast on the sea in the form of giant dragons. When they were tired from flying, they turned into human figures and went to the cabin to rest.

  People stop boats.

   After such a long journey, we finally arrived at the desolate Broken Beach on the fifth night.

   This is still thanks to the accurate charts provided by Chief Reid, which saved them a lot of detours, otherwise this tormenting journey would not have ended so quickly.

   "Stupid orcs! Look at this **** place you picked!"

   Several exhausted black dragons who were tortured by the long flight flapped their wings and hovered over the Broken Island, and they yelled at the death knights who were walking on the desolate coast below:

   "Follow you, we've got blood mold! Now go find that **** scepter, let's find a place to sleep well, don't disturb us!

   Or eat you bastards! "

   There's a reason these black dragons are so grumpy.

   First of all, they were regarded as lowly camel beasts, which deeply hurt the proud and fragile self-esteem of the black dragons.

  Secondly, I don't know the reason. During the second half of the journey, all the black dragons felt a sense of panic, as if something bad had happened.

   This anxiety is tormenting them.

   The two-pronged approach naturally made the attitude of the black dragons impossible.

   But Gorefiend doesn't care about that either.

   This orc death knight will have already seen the Broken Temple on the other side of the Broken Isles. The huge and towering one is like a plate of delicacies, and the blood demon, the dead man, has become heavy breathing.

   As Gul'dan's once capable subordinate, he had heard from Gul'dan how much power and relics were hidden in this ancient temple.

  At the end of the Orc War, between Gul'dan and Orgrim, the Gorefiend chose Orgrim, which gave him a chance to escape back to Draenor.

   also proved Gorefiend's vision.

  If he had followed Gul'dan here, he would have been buried here with Gul'dan.

   But now, the place where Gul'dan died has long since become quiet.

  According to Red and the warlock named Evil Eye, who had been here in person, the powerful demons who jumped out of the Twisting Void then "returned" after killing Gul'dan.

   Now, in this temple, apart from a group of soft-skinned snake Naga who "take over the mountains as kings", there are only some ancient ghost spirits left. It is said that they died here in the war of antiquity.

   Just be careful yourself.

  According to the internal map of the temple given by Reid, go in and out quickly, and immediately apply oil to the soles of your feet after getting the scepter of Sargeras, and the horrible things in the temple cannot be chased out.

"Walk!"

  Talongor waved his hand.

   He and the death knights under his command summoned the warlock's flaming warhorses, turned over and mounted their saddles, and rushed towards the temple of the Shroud of Sargeras.

   Among these death knights, whose bodies exude the power of decay and decay, there is also a sorcerer.

  The guy was wearing a green robe, with a black beard and hair, and had a cunning and vicious look on his face. His name is Nierlu Fireblade, a confidant of Warchief Red, who claims to be a warlock from the Fireblade clan.

   But there are many doubts about this statement.

   First of all, the Burning Blade clan used to have only shamans and juggernauts, but after drinking the blood of demons, they did have warlocks, but the number was very small, and most of them died at the beginning of the war.

  Secondly, Nerlu claimed to have been a member of the Shadow Council, but Tarongol, the leader of the Shadow Council, had never seen this guy.

  To sum up, this guy should be a member of the Fireblade Clan pretending to be a member, and he wants to rebuild his clan under Red's command under the glorious Fireblade banner.

   But seeing that Warchief Reid did not hesitate to send his "confidant" as a guide to the death knights, he knew that the warchief actually didn't care about the life and death of this glib evil warlock.

   "You are a very good warlock, Nirlu. The stupid, mediocre and incompetent Reid can't see the good qualities in you, but I was also a warlock, and I can smell your ambitions."

  Talon Gorefiend, who was riding his horse near the Tomb of Sargeras, said to the silent warlock beside him:

   "We'll get the artifact, and we'll return to Draenor with victory, where we'll open the door to a new world, and there are many weaker worlds to conquer.

   And I lack talents like you who can stand alone.

   I only say these words once.

  If you want to change to a place where you can display your talents, my tribe will always open its doors to you. Don't rush to answer, you still have enough time to think about the pros and cons. "

   He said this, and Nierlu Fireblade seemed to be moved, but before he could speak, the Gorefiend was under the black helmet again, and he pointed out in a neither light nor heavy tone:

   "Besides, don't use the name of 'flaming blade' to do your little tricks, that clan has not yet perished. The last swordsman Samuro is a character that I find difficult to deal with.

   And he has a hopeless sense of justice that an orc should not have.

  Once you are targeted by him, he will take your tragic life in just one stroke. "

   The cunning warlock was immediately taken aback.

   His fear seemed to be sensed by the Gorefiend. The leader of the death knight let out a low laugh. He didn't say more, and rode his horse forward to the side of the stone bridge that had been blown up earlier.

   He threw out the Demon Teleportation Array, crossed the broken bridge with his horse and man, and stood still in front of the Tomb of Sargeras.

   Gorefiend opened the map that Reid gave him, carefully distinguished it, waved his hand, and the silent death knights behind him immediately divided into two teams, one left and one right rushed into the magic seal nodes on both sides.

   A few minutes later, the seal of the tomb fortified by the old Lich Merry Winterwind was reopened by these well-trained "former warlocks".

   "The high-ranking knights come in with me, and the others will stay here and wait for me to come back."

  Talon Gorefiend looked at the magic vortex that was opened with difficulty and only allowed one person to enter and exit. He issued an order to a group of death knights behind him, and rushed in with his steel scepter stained with filthy power.

   followed by six high-ranking knights.

  Nerlu Fireblade also followed in to "see the world", but was stopped by several low-level knights in silence.

   Obviously, Gorefiend doesn't believe in the "confidant" of the Red Chieftain, and it is more reassuring that the Scepter of Sargeras should be taken by Gorefiend himself.

The    warlock was very dissatisfied, but he had no way to refute, let alone resist, he could only wait patiently with a group of dead people in this desolate place.

   And the Gorefiend and his party who were advancing in the tomb went very smoothly.

   They followed the collapsed inner wall all the way down, and along the way, they could see some already weathered demon bones. These monsters born in the twisted void die in the material world. After the death of the material world, the soul will return to its hometown, but the body will quickly decay.

  Their bones are good casting materials for sorcerers.

   But in addition to the skeletons of demons, you can also see some charred, twisted orc skeletons along the way. These guys are members of the Shadow Council. Gorefiend also found the emblem of an old friend on a corpse.

   These most evil and elite warlocks under Gul'dan were tortured to death by demons blocked here a year ago. They died in a tragic state, and they were obviously bitten by some beast-like things after death.

   is a dead body.

   Their souls are not here at all, they should have been taken away by the demons as trophies.

   "Look, the staff of my mentor, Lord Gul'dan."

   When he descended to a damp corner at the level of the tomb, the Gorefiend's eyes lit up, he took out a wooden staff decorated with demon skulls from the crack, and put it in his hand to play with it carefully.

   He said sarcastically:

   "Even the weapon was lost, you can imagine how embarrassed my evil and powerful mentor was at that time. Well, its magic power is almost dissipated in this ghost place.

  , like its owner, has lost its value forever. "

   "click"

With a crisp sound, Gul'dan's lost magic staff was easily broken by the Gorefiend. He threw the broken staff under his feet and said to the death knights behind him:

   "This is our attitude towards garbage."

   "Leader, look ahead! That staff is in front!"

   A death knight pointed to the dark hall ahead and exclaimed.

  The Gorefiend suddenly raised his head and saw in the deep hall in front of him, on the high platform like a sacrifice, a purple-black staff full of corruption and darkness was floating.

   That thing just hovering there is enough to attract the eyes of all evil people.

   The moment he saw it, Talon Gorefiend knew that all the hardships of his journey were worth it, and it not only represented the last life in the dying world of Draenor.

   that represents his own path of power.

He stepped forward, just like Gul'dan once, looking at the staff in front of him with obsessive greed, he dropped the Seiko scepter in his hand, stretched out his hand with a desire to hold the noble staff .

   Gently took it out, and the whole staff fell into his hands. The demons that had been guarding against rushing out of the Twisting Void disappeared without a trace. Taking this staff was no more difficult than picking an apple.

   "I am its God-destined master!"

  Talon Gorefiend looked at the gorgeous and powerful dark staff in his hand.

   This arrogant thought poured out in his heart, and he couldn't help but smile, but considering that there were other things in this tomb, the Gorefiend rationally suppressed this impulse.

   He fondled the Sargeras scepter in his hand, and injected a little shadow magic, and he could feel the response of the scepter's own divine power.

   At the moment of holding this staff, the originally obscure concept of "space" suddenly became clear.

   Gorefiend felt that as long as he reached out his hand, he could touch the essence of space and open a door to any part of the world. Of course, this is just a fantasy and an illusion.

   This was once the weapon of the dark gods, and it was definitely not that easy to use. But the artifact has already been obtained, and Gorefiend will have enough time to slowly learn how to use it.

   "It's so easy, so easy! I can't imagine how Gul'dan screwed up such a simple thing in the first place? Ah, looks like he's really getting old."

   Gorefiend curled his lips and said something disdainfully.

   He carried the dark staff behind his back, waved to his death knights, and strode away from the tomb.

   At the same time, on the land of Suramar, which is only a strait away from the Broken Beach, on the top floor of the Night Fortress, the Great Magister Elisande is presiding over the repair of the Nightwell Magic Valve.

   It was too rude when the spell weavers "borrowed" the Nightwell before, and almost destroyed the internal structure of the Nightborn's "Well of Life".

   They now need to deal with the mess Malygos left behind and replace all the overloaded magic valves, which is a long-term job.

   Nightwell was forced to shut down.

   Fortunately, the magic wine accumulated in the city can last until the night well restarts as long as you "control" the daily consumption a little.

   Of course, this means that the price of magic wine, which is already unbearable for the commoners, will soar again, and many Nightborn who can't afford it will enter the dangerous wither transformation stage.

   But. Wouldn't it be better?

   Anyway, the number of recruits at the Nightborne Demon Hunter Training Camp is always not enough. The desperate people only need the temptation of a bottle of wine, and they will take the initiative to step into the large army camp that echoes with screams day and night.

   "His Excellency the Great Magister, your political advisor, Ms. Lilith Moonshire, has sent an urgent message! There is movement over the Broken Shore, and she says that her family mage has accidentally detected some strange magical fluctuations.

   is likely related to the magical artifact in the Tomb of Sargeras. "

   A magic swordsman hurried over to report to the great magister. Elisande was stunned for a moment. She looked back at the direction of Broken Beach from the highest point of the Shadow Fortress.

   "Artifact."

   After a few seconds, the Great Magister made up her mind. She turned her head and said to the captain of the magic swordsman behind her:

   "I want to preside over the restoration of the Night Well, and I can't be separated, so please go and take a look at the great astrologer, and send two teams of elite arcanists and magic swordsmen to guard him.

  If there really is a so-called magic artifact there

   bring it back.

at all costs! "

   (end of this chapter)