Azeroth Shadow Trail

  Chapter 843 174. Elune opened a new hall, I am a talker-add update for Huo Zheng's good brother [320]

   Black's revenge plan went bankrupt before it even started.

   He spent most of the night returning the power of the Moonlight War God that he had drawn from Maiev in Nyalotha, and gave it back to Maiev through divine power.

Although    failed to wake her up, fortunately, the power is no longer lost.

   Maiev's situation also stabilized.

   is still seriously injured and comatose, but at least it is no longer life-threatening.

   did not let the pirates go in vain. After he returned the power of the Moon God of War to the original owner, a new text jumped out on the pirate character card:

   Lady Elune applauds your actions and sees your kindness.

"Ugh"

  Black sighed.

   The pirate with a headache glanced at the watchman's career entry. The career increase brought by the Moonlight War God was still there, and the engraving of the mythical career did not disappear, which finally saved a little uncomfortable feeling.

   "I haven't warmed it yet, but I returned it."

  The smelly pirate stood beside his big bed, looking at Maiev lying on it, covered in a luxurious bearskin cloak.

   The comatose Lady Warden is as quiet as a Sleeping Beauty.

Her face was pale and morbidly delicate, which was not in line with her perseverance as the leader of the watchmen, but at this moment, her long hair, which was always tied into a single ponytail, was scattered on the pillow. Soft feeling.

   "Every time I meet you, it's not a good thing, and now I regret taking you back. I stole my trophies before, I won't say anything about my money, and now I even stole my bed.

  You are really my nemesis. "

  The pirate rubbed his forehead and complained.

   He stretched out his hand and slapped Ms. Shadowsong on the forehead as punishment. Everyone was so miserable, and to torture her, even a **** like a stinky pirate couldn't do such a thing.

   He still has a little bottom line.

  Although it is very flexible, it is still there.

   And Maiev Shadowsong is not alone.

   He also has a younger brother.

   Although he is very low-key, Maiev's younger brother is a very good character, so good that Blake dare not despise him, that guy almost became the second king of elves after Azshara.

   And the relationship between the sister and brother is very good, although it may not have seen each other for almost 10,000 years.

   But in case the bully is ruthless and provokes his younger brother to take revenge, the pirates will also have a headache.

  He has a headache right now.

   "I'm bored."

   The stinky pirate cursed and said viciously:

   "I really want to throw you into the sea right now and die on your own!"

   After he finished speaking, he turned around angrily and left, slammed the door shut, and told Sefir to look at it again, and then sauntered towards the bottom cabin again.

  Humph, there is a watchman captive over there.

   Can't bully Maiev, and I can't bully you?

  After the pirates left, the captain's room was quiet. Sefir pushed open the door and took a look. After confirming that everything was fine, he backed out.

   As the first mate, she is on duty at night.

   It has become Sefir's habit to go up and down the Nagfar to make sure everything is correct.

   From this point of view, the first mate dragon is still very competent.

  After Sefir also left, minutes and seconds passed, and at a certain moment, Maiev who was lying on the bed suddenly blinked and sat up from the bed as if nothing was wrong.

   She moved her wrist and looked around.

  Although he is still weak, he is far from dying. The sad stinky pirate dares to call himself a hunter. It's too embarrassing to even master the skills of suspended animation?

   Maiev smiled silently.

   She quietly got up from the bed like a ghost and looked at the pirate's captain's room. On the left was a large row of bookcases, full of books.

  From the introduction to basic magic learned by little mages, to the obscure treatises of the eight schools of magic that only master mages can get started with, from the geography of the eastern continent, to the map of Azeroth drawn by the pirates themselves according to memory.

   From the perspective of book collection, these bookcases are not worth mentioning, but in terms of knowledge acquisition efficiency, Black, a pirate, has surpassed most spellcasters.

   This can be seen from the small bookcase where he specially stores test papers.

   Maiev stretched out his hand to open the small bookcase, took out a stack of test papers, and looked at it. From the mistakes in the first test paper to the perfect score in the last few, all of them represented the other side of the **** Blake.

   This level of diligence has surpassed that of many Warden veterans. Even in the Sisterhood of Elune, there are few guys who have studied magic theory so deeply.

   Ms. Shadowsong put down the exam paper in her hand.

   walked forward with bare feet, picked up a map of the Broken Isles from the bookcase, unfolded it, and saw that the pirates had drawn a red cross on the city of Suramar on the map.

   also marked the location of the "Shadowsong Family Ancestral House" in Sarasian language. He seemed to have thought about setting an ambush in the ancestral house to teach Maiev a lesson.

   The warden who saw this covered his mouth and chuckled, this stinky pirate really held revenge.

   But there was something in the display cabinet opposite the bookcase that Maiev couldn't like, and a whole row of carefully treated skulls were there.

   There are orcs, humans, and elves. The strangest thing is a mechanical head.

   watched for a while.

   This collecting hobby is really incomprehensible.

   Ms. Shadowsong shook her head and strolled over to Black's desk. She glanced at the vulgar and gorgeous, troll-style gold chair, her eyes flashed with disgust, and she didn't sit on it casually.

   She took a closer look. There was a trigger-type magic trap under the pirate's desk, which was difficult to detect.

   On the other side of the bed is a small wardrobe.

   There are several sets of clothes that Blake often wears, such as the pirate king suit, the bone sickle armor, the corroder vest, the Gilnean style dress, and the Kul Tiras style noble hunting suit.

   What made Maiev speechless the most was that there were two sets of Sefir's clothes in this cabinet.

   Lady Shadowsong didn't feel angry.

   is totally unnecessary.

   After all, Sefir is already dead, so what are you fighting with the dead?

   walked around the captain's room, and finally Ms. Shadowsong saw something on the hook of the cabin wall that made her eyes shine. It was an exquisite magic lantern, made of silver crystal and mithril.

   is more like a handicraft than a magic item.

  She saw this lamp, ten thousand years ago.

   Maiev touched the lamp, and when she touched it, it lit a dim light, making her smile knowingly, then stretched and lay back on the bed.

   She is also very tired.

   I hope you can sleep well tonight.

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   In the lower cabin, Blake sat on a glove box.

Behind him, the little murloc packed the debris scattered from his suitcase, its undersea beast was blowing bubbles in the pool, and the big owl stood on the wooden pole in the cabin, staring at Blake to wake up the comatose. The Fallen Watcher.

   The ugly dragon Shad Walker, who was squatting and eating sea fish, wanted to shout, but he was afraid of Black, so he could only keep his mouth shut.

  Blake took a dwarf pipe, stretched out his finger, and tapped the comatose Sera Moonguard on the forehead in front of him.

   This watcher's owl helmet has been removed, revealing a melon face that is the standard of an elf girl.

   Well, it's not ugly, and elves aren't ugly.

   But Sera is a real night elf, so her skin is not as fair as Maiev's, it is a dark purple full of mysterious feeling, with a crescent crescent decoration on her forehead.

   There are cyan battle lines on his face.

  The custom of tattooing, many races in Azeroth have it, but the face patterns of night elves are unique. In their culture, different facial patterns represent different meanings.

  For example, after completing the long "internship period", the priests of the moon will tattoo themselves on the moon **** ceremony, which is equivalent to an oath of faith.

   Ordinary elves also have the custom of face tattoos, not to mention watchmen. Although they fight fiercely and are good at slashing people with knives, they are indeed members of the belief system.

   There's nothing wrong with calling them "Battle Priests" or "Battle Sisters".

   But unfortunately, pirates don't have much research on elf facial patterns. He can't understand what Sera's facial patterns represent. However, the watchmen are very similar to demon hunters, and most of them are born in bitterness and hatred.

   So it should be related to revenge, salvation and protection.

"wake up."

  Black put his finger on Sera's forehead and casually said something in the ancient divine language, a ray of Void divine power belonging to Xalatas was recalled by Black.

   Soon, the unconscious Sera Moonguard opened his eyes.

   Those were a pair of chaotic dark eyes that wanted to choose someone to devour, and at the moment of waking up, Sera howled and stretched out her hand to grab Blake's neck.

   also chanted N'Zoth's fallen voice.

"Snapped"

   A precise slap slapped Sera on the face.

   collided with Xalatas's Void divine power and entered the Moon Guard's mind. Just like when Black dealt with the mad Nat Pagle, the slapped Moon Guard stood in place with his face covered.

   "Are you awake?"

  Blake breathed out a smoke ring and asked.

  Yuewei froze there and didn't speak, with a "smelly pirate love me again" expression.

   "Well, it doesn't look like he's awake."

  The pirate stretched his voice and said, and waved his palm again. Yuewei shrank back suddenly. Although there was still a light of chaos in his eyes, at least the whole person became quiet.

"very good."

  Black nodded with satisfaction, he asked:

   "Can you still hear sounds or see visions?"

"Um."

  Sierra Moonguard has never met Black. Even when Watch Island was looted, she was leading people to attack the Nightborne, and she never met the pirates.

   Her mind is also very chaotic now. Many memories seem to have been cut up and stitched together again. She can't think at all, and her brain hurts when she thinks.

   That expression was dull.

   But Blake's slap just now proved that the pirates could "heal" her, and the watcher's survival instinct allowed her to immediately grab the straw of the drowning man.

   Facing Blake's question, she answered in a hoarse voice:

   "I can hear the dark **** whispering to me all the time, calling me back to the warm void. I open my eyes and see a world corrupted by eyeballs and tentacles, where everything is a gift of darkness.

   They are tempting me to accept them.

   They are everywhere. "

   "Oh, your condition is very serious."

  The smelly pirate breathed out another smoke ring, moved his fingers, and said to Yuewei, who was obviously still in an abnormal state:

   "I have two treatment options now, one is slower, but not painful, the other is very effective, but you're going to suffer a little bit. You choose."

   "I want to recover, I'm not afraid of pain!"

  Yuewei hugged his head and screamed:

   "Shut them up! Please, stop them talking."

   "Very well, you are more cooperative than my other patient."

  Blake grinned, raised Sera's chin with his left hand, looked into her eyes, and his right hand separated five fingers, the void power belonging to Xal'atath turned into tendrils of mental whip in his palm.

   He said to Sierra:

   "Be patient, good boy."

"Um."

  The strong adjutant of the watchman will be like a helpless child, with prayer in her eyes, she really doesn't want to fall into the void cage of the Corruptor.

   The mental torture in the past period of time has exceeded the limit of Sera Moonguard.

   It's not that she can't bear the pain, but facing the void and the horrors of the ancient gods, it is not simply a strong will that can save and resist.

   Countless people have tried, and countless people have failed.

   This is a one-way game with no return, but there is no such thing as not playing a refund in the middle. For Sierra Moonguard, she already felt that her spiritual world was collapsing and reorganizing into something darker.

   She foresaw her sad future.

   She doesn't want to be a victim of the ancient god's conspiracy, she must seize the life-saving straw in front of her.

   "You can't go back to Watch Island anymore."

  Black smiled and said to Ms. Yuewei:

   "Although your heart still belongs to Elune, your soul has been infected with the poison of the void. Your companions may accept you, but for the sake of their lives, I think you should stay away from them as far as possible.

   But you also don’t have to worry about going nowhere. "

  The pirate put the rolling Void tendrils in his right hand slowly against Sera Moonguard's forehead, he said:

   "I'll offer you a job.

  I will help you remove N'Zoth's mark of corruption, I will bring you back from hell, you can continue to serve Elune, and continue to dedicate your loyalty to the Moon God.

  I will not hinder this.

   But from now on, you must complete the work I ordered before you can do your own thing and find your own life, do you agree? "

"I promise!"

  The moon guard is like a fish that is about to die of thirst, her jaw is shaking in Black's hands, and the echoes of N'Zoth's fall are making a comeback.

   Her eyes became chaotic and bloodthirsty in the blur.

   Her will is like a small boat sailing in the stormy waves of the sea, and the boat may be destroyed at any time.

   In her final sobriety, she grabbed Blake's left wrist with both hands and screamed:

   "Save me, Elune, save me please"

   "Very good, I can see at a glance that I am someone who is being concerned by Goddess Elune, so I can't help you because of this insight."

   The stinky pirate laughed and pressed his right hand to Sera Moonguard's forehead.

   In the next moment, in the earth-shattering screams of the Moon Guard, he said softly:

   "Welcome aboard, Ms. Yuewei."

   (end of this chapter)