Azeroth Shadow Trail

   Chapter 673 4. Gul'dan is out of date, and the next is the age of the uncle!

   At the center of the dark cycle ritual, Black felt the magic of the lost and found demon transforming himself. His wings flapped, and with the help of Mephistos's deep understanding of shadow magic, he could easily create a shadow storm.

   This guy is much better than Kasanatil who has been imprisoned for more than 2,000 years.

   In the form of the demon incarnation, it can provide Black's spiritual magic feedback, which is also several more than that of the Tranquil.

In addition to the Carrion Swarm, Soul Sleep, Spirit Flay, Mind Blast, Hellfire Summoning, and Bat Swarm Dissipation that are "standard" for the Dreadlords, the third lord also has a blood-sucking aura that can absorb opponents when attacking vitality.

   and the two powerful shadow magics it used before, "Chaos Wave", "Dark Solitude" and "Shadow Creep".

This is enough for Black to have a "skill tree" that is completely different from the regular warlock after completing the demon transformation. Those ignorant enemies who think they can deal with the stinky pirates in the same way as the warlock will definitely be shocked. .

   However, just like the previous case of Kasanatil, the third lord who had just been restrained as an inner demon was very disobedient, and he kept roaring and struggling in the heart of the pirates.

The    inner demon is so unbecoming and uncooperative, which makes Black's demon incarnation very unstable and cannot last as long as before.

   But that’s okay.

   "Ha, this Nasrezim is much stronger than Kasanatil, the weak chicken, it must be able to withstand all my 'new tricks', and I can try many, many new ideas on it.

  Come on, little master.

   Give it to me.

   At most half a month, I will return you a well-behaved and obedient 'Shadow Demon King'! "

   Miss Saratas gave out a weird laughter like a lunatic.

   She is already gearing up for a round of "Void Conditioning". She is very professional in this area, so the pirates don't have to worry about the stubbornness of the third lord.

   He gave this matter to Xalatas, who volunteered, and gave her enough trust.

   "Take it easy, don't make it a fool, I don't need a fool."

  Black ordered a sentence, which immediately attracted a dissatisfied retort from Xalatas:

   "Hey, we agreed before, you can't call them Inner Demons! Your Inner Demons can only be my lovely and loyal Void Essence!"

   "Okay, okay, you are my favorite demon, okay?"

  The stinky pirate, like comforting the bear child, comforted the dissatisfied Xalatas and said:

   "Go to work, don't expose that because of this, the affairs of the black dragons are also very important."

   "Don't worry, I'm super capable at work."

   Miss Void Essence replied, and went to play with Mephistos with a weird laugh at Mephistos' roar.

  Black didn't want to see the next bad scene, so he closed the mental cage and let them both make trouble. This is a "civil war" of evil and evil, what does it have to do with him, the stinky pirate of his honest duty?

   Seeing that Blake dissipated the demon incarnation easily and comfortably, and returned to his normal human form, a group of warlocks and warlock apprentices all around him bowed and saluted him.

   This is respect for strength.

   The longing light in the eyes of the warlocks did not deceive Black.

  The pursuit of all power is the nature of the warlocks. The pirate did not reprimand their ambitions for this. On the contrary, he also added fire in front of these guys.

"Zarak, and Kanrisad, you and Evil Eye are the first warlocks to follow me! I can see your growth in the past year, although I always call you incompetent waste, but that is also To urge you to improve."

  Black coughed twice, beckoned to the little murloc,

   The latter reluctantly handed over an exquisite crystal bottle from his luggage.

   This is a good thing from the raids in Dalaran. It is a bottle dedicated to storing important magic ingredients, and it is a high-level magic item in itself.

  Under the gazes of the warlocks, Black released the fel power called "Kasanatir Loyal Betrayal" in his power column.

Using the method of trolls to make "magic", the weak but very pure high-level evil energy was dropped into the crystal bottle. After more than ten seconds, there was a small bottle of slime-like slime in the bottle. Green magic.

  Black put the lid on and swung the thing in front of him.

   He looked at Zaraq and the skinny boy who were eager and eager, laughed, and threw the bottle to them.

Say:

   "I remember all the contributions you made to the fleet and the Black Scythe Priory. Your hard work should be generously rewarded. This is the reward I gave you. Take it away from the Evil Eye.

   This fel power is not much in number, but it is extremely pure.

   is said to be a gift from the dark Titan Sargeras. Although Kathanatir turned his hand, it is still a dream for the warlocks of the material world.

   It will open up new branch paths for your career. "

After   , the smelly pirate waved his hand and said to a group of warlocks:

   "Now, go down, keep working, keep serving the school. I'm a generous man, and your dedication will pay off."

   The troll Zarak, who was holding the bottle of divine power with a smile on his face, disregarded the presence of so many people, and knelt down on the spot, flattering loudly.

Everyone    looked sideways.

  Why is this troll like this!

   It's really no style at all, disgusting.

   But to be honest, if you can get such a compliment just by licking your shoes, none of the warlocks present would hesitate.

  Unfortunately, gaining power is never that easy.

After driving away a group of warlocks, Black let out a sigh of relief. He put on his clothes, looked at the three legendary mages who had gathered, and then looked at the weird skull made by Dean Lanyue. dagger.

   That is Mephistos' trophy left in place after he was "eliminated" from the material world.

   It is very, very evil, like a vertebra that was forcibly pulled out from the body of some kind of creature, plus the casting of magic steel and demon gems.

When    was held in the hands of Dean Lanyue, the dagger made of the spine was still exuding evil and scorching magic.

   "That's my spine! Give it back!"

   Before Black finished speaking, the head of Ereda "Old Master" Saqir, who was suspended beside him, moved his upper and lower jaw bones and roared at Dean Lanyue:

   "You ignorant bugs are trying to devour my power! I will take revenge on you tyrants! Drive you into the abyss of endless pain!"

   "It's great, another evil weapon that has its own consciousness and can speak. I know that following my disciples can always gain a lot of insight, and can always see these strange things that are surprising and tiring."

   Dean Lanyue stared blankly at the skull roaring at her in front of him, and glanced at the Aluneth Scepter in his hand, the Primordial Element felt her gaze, and suddenly screamed:

   "What do you mean by this disgusting look! You ignorant old woman! The noble me is not the same as that sad head, I have not been cut into pieces by anyone!

  I am much better than that. "

   "Who are you calling weak! You pathetic, weak element confined in a cage."

  Thakir's Skull heard Aluneth's sarcasm, and immediately shouted back, not to be outdone, it cursed:

   "When I still had a body, I wanted to escape your delicate but fragile cage, but I never needed help. I am the top magic master!

   And you are just an exploited ignorant element.

   You growl like a dog, begging your master to give you a little bone, and you can't fight without someone holding you.

  嘁.

   Your presence perfectly describes the word pathetic.

  You monster only looks scary, but the spell that gives you consciousness can only barely squeeze you together in the material world. As long as a small shadow shock can interrupt the ritual that supports you, you will collapse on your own. "

   It was not only mocking Aluneth, but also casually stating the biggest weakness of Aluneth. As a result, this sentence seemed to frighten the noisy arcane element.

   The other party fell silent.

   This kind of silence immediately attracted the curiosity of Dean Lanyue. She pushed her crystal glasses and glanced at the magic protector's holy staff who was occasionally disobedient.

   asked with great interest:

   "Dear uh, Mr. Skull, can you elaborate on that little weakness of my weapon? I'm very interested in it."

   "No!"

   The ancient elements screamed:

   "Don't tell her!

  You stupid devil, if you say it, we will die together! Don't think I don't know, your skull and your spine are a complete set of instruments!

  Your head may be protected by magic and indestructible, but your spine can be recast by some elemental magic. Hehe, if you dare to talk nonsense, we will die together! "

   Now, the old man Thacher, who had won the battle of weapons, also fell silent.

   Evidently, the cunning Elunes also caught its weakness.

   "You guys stop arguing, my brain hurts from your magic shock."

  Black sat on the altar of the ceremony, first scolded two "bad" weapons, and then took the magic spine of Thacher in the hands of Dean Lanyue.

  Put it in front of your eyes and look over and over.

  This spine is the same as Thacher's skull, full of traces of delicate and evil dark magic, Blake said with interest while admiring this evil spine dagger:

   "I know you are a product of phrenology, Lord Thakiel.

   Can you explain to me how Archimonde made your skull into such an evil and powerful artifact while keeping you conscious? "

"Not interested in!"

  Thakir refused:

   "Are you a lunatic? Will you take pleasure in the suffering I suffer? You damned pervert! I've done what I promised, poor Mephistos was 'eaten' by you.

   Now it's time for you to fulfill your promise too!

   Give me the Mark of Enlightenment, I will use it to break the seal Archimonde has placed on me, and remind me of the cruel and powerful dark magic.

  I'm going back for revenge!

  I'm going to strangle that poor **** myself uh, I don't have hands, maybe I should get a guy with strong arms to help. "

   "What is phrenology?"

  Prince Farodis, who was listening to Black and Thacher’s conversation, asked with great interest:

   "Sounds like a very evil doctrine?"

   "Well, yes, it's savage and evil, but it's also useful."

  Black raised the head of Gul'dan in his hand and explained to Prince Farondis:

   "Phrenology, the study of skulls and their inferences of intellectual aptitudes, became popular around the time of the Second Co-reign of Argus.

The proponents of    believe that the intellectual attributes of life, such as will, memory and perception, correspond to the various sizes and special shapes of the skull of the life.

  According to this dark theory, if the skull structure of a living being is suitable for casting spells, then even after the death of the body, its skull is still suitable for channeling magical energy, so it can be made into a magical instrument according to the mysterious technique of phrenology.

   The stronger the spellcasting ability in front of an individual, the more powerful the spells made by his skull.

   However, because the method of phrenology was too barbaric, it was difficult for daily use. At the end of the Second Co-rule, this doctrine was abandoned by the eredar spellcasters.

  The most famous phrenologists at the time of its popularity were our uncle Thacher, and of course his 'loyal' apprentice Archimonde.

   Our 'Old Man' is an avid proponent of phrenology.

   He is famous and revered for making the skull artifact of the ancestor of the eredar wizards.

   His disciple Archimonde paid tribute to him in the same 'hard-core' way, beheading him with his own hands, and making his skull into a magic weapon.

   is the skull we see now. "

   The smelly pirate grinned and stroked the skull of Gul'dan in his hands, and said:

"From the phrenology point of view of the eredars, the skull of our great warlock Gul'dan had the potential to become a top-level magic weapon. Unfortunately, it was damaged once, so the current form is the limit it can achieve. ."

   Having said this, Blake sighed regretfully and said:

   "I thought Gul'dan's legacy of generosity would accompany me to the end. But now I suddenly find it outdated."

   He patted Gul'dan's head and said:

   "Times have changed, dog egg, I will still take you, but it will only exist in the form of decorations in the future, so there is no need to feel sad about this parting.

   Because I have found a more suitable spellcasting skull.

   Although it was quite noisy.

   But it is much better than you. "

   He looked at Old Master Thacher, who noticed Blake's shining eyes, felt a chill, and suddenly shouted:

   "Do you think you are the first creature to come to me for help from a world doomed to destruction?

Do not!

  You and your world will be destroyed by the power of the Burning Legion, and I will continue to be enslaved by these **** forever!

  So, save your energy and jump into the fire pit by yourself!

   I will not serve you! "

   "Your will to resist is worthy of admiration, Mr. Thakiel. But unfortunately, some things are not yours to decide."

  Black stood up, took the silent Ulthalesh Deadwind Reaper out of his suitcase, and slammed Thakiel's spine onto the low-key warlock scythe.

   At the moment when the two evil artifacts from the Legion came into contact, the ancestor Dread Demon King Uthaleston, who was trapped in the war scythe, let out a burst of laughter.

   It felt the power of the same source.

   It began to greedily draw.

   At the screams of the recalcitrant Thakiel, it began to devour.

   "I will crush you first, then tame you."

   Black, who was holding a war scythe, said to Thakiel who was screaming:

   "If I find out in the end that I don't have this ability, I will destroy you without hesitation!

  I will not let you serve others, the damage you can do to my future in the hands of the devil, I would rather crush you to pieces than allow you to return to the Twisting Void! "

   "No! Inferior! I will never do it!"

   Thal'kiel howled to throw his signature Shadow Blast at Black, but was interrupted by the Arcane Blast from the cunning Staff of Aluneth.

   It's just that this nasty old devil gets killed here by Black.

   "Enough! Enough, stop! I will serve you, only temporarily."

  Thakir shouted:

   "Give me back my spine, **** it! Also, can you find a time to help me summon a body?"

   (end of this chapter)