Azeroth Shadow Trail

   Chapter 863 193. The swaggering Gorefiend Your Excellency is completely unaware of the seriousness of the problem

  Salene is very unmagical.

   It should have appeared more than ten years ago, but considering that the Void Elf Rondorei has already been born, another blood-addicted Elf is not a big deal.

   It is nothing more than that the fantasy biologists in Azeroth have to revise their writings overnight, and the elves have to worry about the increase of their "pedigree" and some inexplicable "relatives".

   But what does this have to do with stinky pirates?

In the psychic laboratory of Nar'Thalas College, Oruriel, the vampire maiden of Sarin, who was imprisoned by the magic of Dean Lanyue, drank an "energy drink" equivalent to the blood content of three vrykul in one breath. "After that, he finally regained his sanity.

   Her blood demand made the well-informed Blake stunned.

   He watched as he wiped his mouth silently in front of him, turned his back to the son of the eve who was sorting out his "makeup" with the dean, and whispered to the dean who was holding a notebook and kept recording "experimental data":

   "I still underestimate the blood frenzy after the Nightborne's magic addiction was transformed by death. If every Shaldorei has such a big appetite after being transformed into Sarain, then things will be a bit troublesome.

  How about we destroy her now? "

   "You're kidding, right?"

   Dean Lanyue asked blankly:

   "You want me to destroy a peculiar and representative test material? Or if the research is not over yet? Where is your academic attitude? My disciple.

   Is your desire to explore magic and truth so low?

   I, Aria Lanyue, how could I have such a lazy disciple as you!

   It seems that you may need a month of 'extra tutoring'. "

   "I'll just say it, I'm just a pessimistic guess about the future balance of life and death in the Broken Isles."

  Black raised his hands in surrender, took up the dwarf pipe, and complained to the dean:

   "This Sarain's blood-sucking desire is linked to the addiction in front of him. Take Shadorei as an example, the stronger the devil's addiction during his lifetime, the more blood he needs to satisfy his desire after being transformed into Sarain.

   In my observation of the silhouette of the future, the first Saraine was supposed to be the Quel'dorei elf who died tragically in the disaster.

   Those white-skinned elves are also addicted to magic, but they are far less exaggerated than Shaldorei.

Dean, just imagine, if Aluriel returns to Suramar and develops his servants with Sarain's unique 'first embrace inheritance', with this fission-like propagation speed, it will be enough to make Elisande lose within half a year. one-tenth of the people.

   That's nearly a hundred thousand elf vampires."

  The pirate changed his mind as he spoke, and the dark wisdom came online instantly. He rubbed his chin and said:

   "But thinking about it this way, maybe we should send this Saraiin back to Suramar now, and let her dig Elisande's corner crazily, and transform as many elves the better.

  The ambitious great magus of Yesa is here to trouble us. "

   "That's not impossible."

   Dean Lan Yue nodded and said:

   "Leaving Sarin to stir things up in Suramar is just enough to attract the attention of the Grand Magister and buy some time for our large-scale transformation experiment in Black Rook Hold.

   But a very important question is, is Sarain controllable?

   I don't want to see another uncontrollable werewolf curse spread, and it doesn't do us any good to allow vampires to 'contaminate' other elf samples. "

   "No, Dean, don't worry."

  Black said with certainty:

   "Not every kind of elves can be transformed into Sarain, only those who are addicted to and severely addicted to demons. In this regard, both night elves and void elves are absolutely safe.

   The arachnoid Faldorei that we kept on the island are also safe, and the only ones at risk of 'contamination' are Shal'dorei, Syndra and Quel'dorei.

   As for controllable

   This is difficult to achieve.

   After all, we don't have a mourning blade that can control the soul. "

  The smelly pirate shrugged and said to Aluriel who turned his back to them:

   "Hey, turn around, I have something to ask you."

   Under his urging, Sarai reluctantly turned around.

   looked at Black and Dean Lanyue in front of her with a hateful look, her eyes shone with red blood, because she satisfied the desire to **** blood, she also retracted the canine teeth and messy teeth in her mouth.

   looks no different from the previous magic swordsman, except that the originally dark skin has turned pale, and her own swordsman temperament is also mixed with some evil and cold feeling.

   She screamed to the two in front of her in a very magnetic voice:

   "You turned me into a monster!"

   "Shall I remind you? Madam, you are a monster."

   The smelly pirate sneered and said:

   "Which normal life needs to drink those disgusting magic wine every day? We normal people need to eat and drink water, but you don't.

  You cannot live without magic.

   That's it, how dare you call yourself a normal person? So your correct complaint sentence should be 'We turned you from one kind of monster into another'. "

   After saying that, the stinky pirate comforted again hypocritically:

   "But everything has two sides. If you think about it on the bright side, you finally got rid of the **** addiction and realized the pursuit of Shaldore for thousands of years.

   This is always a good thing.

   Why don't you kneel down and kowtow to Dean Lanyue? Is it so impolite? "

   Aluriel glanced at several blood vessels he visited in front of him.

   She saw the blood stains left in the bottles and jars, and when she thought of the beast posture of sipping blood just now, she felt a sense of disgust and desolation in her heart.

   She did get rid of magic addiction.

   but caught another hopelessly evil addiction.

   This is not the "rescue" she imagined at all, it's more like falling from the dilapidated shack to the mud pit below, each of which is desolate and indescribable.

   "In fact, there is no need to despair, my dear Lady Sallein."

   Black coughed and comforted in a gentle tone:

   "Salain's blood-drinking addiction will only break out at a certain moment. You are a dead soul, and your lack of emotions has restrained your desires. Drinking blood once can keep you satisfied for a long time.

   But like magic addiction, you need restraint.

   Draining blood will make you stronger.

   But once you start to indulge your desires, then soon you will become the real monster you fear.

   This is indeed a kind of rebirth, and whether you like it or not, becoming Sarin is not an unacceptable outcome for your hopelessly addicted brethren. "

  The smelly pirate pointed to a "sample" hanging on the wall of the laboratory, and pointed to Aluriel himself, saying:

   "Should you become a Witherer or become Sarai? If you were given another chance to choose, what would you choose?"

   Aluriel was silent.

   Dean Lan Yue gave his disciple a thumbs up.

   Sure enough, this kind of demagogic thing still has to be black. She, a shy and shameful lich, can't say such a thing that confuses black and white without changing her face.

   Her self-esteem wouldn't allow her to do that either.

   At least there is no way to be as "retractable" as Black.

   "You mean, I have to thank you for making me like this?"

   Aluriel stroked his elastic skin and said bitterly:

   "How can you be so shameless?"

   "Of course you have to thank me, Saraine! You have good reason to do this."

  Blake exhaled a smoke ring, with an expression of "I'm reasoning with you", he spread his hands and said:

   "On your ship, I can kill you, but I will save your life; when I return to Tol Barad, I can let you die, but I have given you the opportunity to participate in the experiment.

   After the experiment is successful, my Kel'Thuzad apprentice wants to destroy you.

   But we ended up leaving you.

  Look, you owe me three lives.

  Anyone with a little conscience should thank me in this situation, three lives! This is at least a kowtow, right? But because of your size, you are also a strong man, so you don't have to kowtow to anything.

  I don’t like to hold others hostage with kindness, so we have an equal dialogue.

Come.

   First tell us everything you know about Suramar. "

   "I don't want to betray Elisande."

   Aluriel said hard, with an uncooperative look.

  The pirate turned back and whispered to Dean Lanyue, Dean nodded, the Elunes Scepter in his hand tapped the ground, and a beam of teleportation shrouded Saraiin in front of him.

   The next second, she was forcibly teleported to the sky outside the academy.

   Aluriel was shocked, and then burst into ecstasy. Are these two guys crazy?

   Just send her out without any restrictions?

  This is not running now, when are you waiting?

   She mobilized the unfamiliar power in her body to escape to the coast, but as soon as she jumped out of the shadow of the cloud and was hit by the sun, she screamed and fell from the sky.

   White smoke ignited on the skin, like being thrown into sulfuric acid to cook.

   In just a moment, the skin of Aluriel's whole body began to fester and turn to ashes.

   She smashed under an unfinished high wall on the ground, screamed and rushed into the shadow of the corner, covering her face, and this stopped the burning of her body.

   She curled up and shivered, looking at the sun in the sky with fearful eyes.

  Black didn't need a cage to trap her at all.

   For Sarin, the whole world under the light is a cage.

   "Om"

   The figures of Dean Lanyue and the smelly pirate walked out of the portal. The pirates hummed a lively pirate song and held a pretentious Nightborne umbrella in their hands.

  He looked down at Aluriel who was curled up in the corner, like a hairless monster scorched by the sun, and said in a relaxed tone:

   "Yo, whose little vampire girl is running out of her disobedience? Didn't your mother teach you that vampires can't stay in the sun? You don't even want to run without blood wings?

   Was it painful just now?

   As you who inherited all the weaknesses of Venthyr, even without a sword, I have at least seven ways to make your life worse than death. You may feel that you have a strong will as a tempered magic swordsman, but I advise you to be so blindly confident.

  There are some things that you can't overcome by will.

   Such as magic addiction, such as sunshine. "

   Speaking, the pirate stretched out his hand, clasped Aluriel's badly burned arm, and dragged her to the sunlight a few steps away.

  Salain was struggling on the ground, screaming loudly like killing a pig. The so-called elf demeanor had long been thrown out of the sky.

   The fear in her eyes was tumbling, and she didn't want to suffer the punishment of the sunburn. This thing was much more exciting than the explosion of magic addiction.

   And the wicked Dean Lan Yue watched this scene curiously, she even had the mind to record something in her experiment notes.

   This indifference is very much in line with the characteristics of a lich.

   Dean Lanyue has changed. Although she tried her best to maintain her previous image, she has irreversibly changed from the depths of her soul.

   "Tell me."

  Black threw the shivering Aluriel under the sun, but shoved the umbrella in her hand into her hand, relying on the shield of the small parasol to give Aluriel a little breather.

  The smelly pirate squatted in front of Saraine, stroking her hair that was growing back, and asked:

   "My dear friend, Ms. Elisande, what are you doing now?"

   "She was going to prepare for her coronation, giving herself the official title of 'Guardian and Ruler of the Citizens of the Shaldorei and the Untouchables of Syndra'.

   But a letter from the deep sea made the Great Magister give up the idea. "

   Aluriel hid under the umbrella, bowed his head and said:

   "Empress Azshara seems to be asking again for the Grand Magister's loyalty, but Elisande is hesitant, and she doesn't want to be associated with the queen anymore.

   That meant she had to relinquish her power and go all-out with the Kaldorei.

   She could only choose between the Kaldorei and the Queen. "

   "Well, politics, politics again! I hate politics, say something else."

   Black says:

   "Tell me something that interests me."

   Aluriel was silent for a few seconds.

   Thinking of the few words about the death knight he heard in the laboratory, he raised his head and said:

   "The Grand Magister recruited an orc psychic named 'Talongor' and gave him a new body. That guy was very lip-smacking, and he surrendered to the Grand Magister soon after being captured.

   He persuaded Elisande with his rhetoric and his own knowledge, and gave him some powers to let him and Lord Fandos take charge of the affairs of Black Rook Keep.

   I was not given the power to participate.

   But I've heard from some friends that Tarongol has started to form death knight troops for the Grand Magister at Black Rook Keep. "

   She said with a hint of hatred:

   "Your research has lagged behind, the death knight army of the Grand Magister will be established soon, and Suramar's power will be enhanced."

   "Gorefiend's death knight?"

  Black raised his head to "look" at the Dean with his magic eyeballs, while Lan Yue's face was filled with a sort of researcher's anger.

   The dean said coldly:

   "This is academic fraud! This is malicious competition! Talon Gorefiend's so-called death knights are just warlocks in plate armor! They don't deserve the title at all.

   That's just a bunch of nasty researchers!

   Their work tarnishes the name 'Death Knight', they are cheating death, and death will answer their weakness and lies!

   They are polluting the best research samples with their own poor skills and knowledge!

   is simply unforgivable! "

   The Lich Dean was furious.

   It’s really rare to see this kind of emotion in a lich who lacks emotional fluctuations. The dean scolded, turned his head to look at Black, and said sharply:

   "Send your men immediately and follow me to the Broken Isles!

   I will take back Black Rook Hold with my own hands before that trash in Tarongol contaminates Black Rook Hold into a **** heap full of retarded and defective products! In the name of magical truth and the will to die, I'll show Elisande

  What is a real death knight. "

   (end of this chapter)