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MTL - Azeroth Shadow Trail-Chapter 2 1. Dead and alive and dead
Chapter 2 1. Dead and alive and dead
"Puff"
The touch and collision of falling into the icy sea water made Blake Xiao open his eyes at this moment.
Immediately, he let out a cry of pain.
The whole body seemed to be thrown into the fire and roasted again. The burning pain from everywhere made his whole body twitch. He tried hard to stabilize his body in the water.
It is a pity that his body and limbs are in severe pain, and he does not listen to him.
"Could it be that the case was blown up? Although it's an old computer, it's just a copy, isn't it?"
Confused thoughts kept popping up in Black's mind.
In the next instant, all these wild thoughts were put to an end.
Because between the shadows and the surging sea, he saw what was happening on the sea.
The burning flame is flowing.
Those weird fires were not extinguished by the sea, but continued to burn on the water, burning up everything that could be burned.
In the turbid seawater around, there are broken ship fragments everywhere, fallen corpses everywhere, and some sailors in armor are struggling to survive in the water.
But they couldn't make any sound and could only suffocate and wait to die.
In Blake's raised line of sight, the undulating sea surface was higher in the sky, and there were two black shadows nearly 70 meters long, spitting flames and passing by.
The entire sea trembled under the ravages of this giant beast.
"This is a dragon?"
The moment Blake opened his mouth, sea water poured in, causing him to close his mouth immediately, and the burning pain from all over his body made him a little unable to concentrate.
He dazedly twisted his rusty neck, looked around, and then looked at his hands and body in his hands. The clothes and the like were all burned by the dragon fire.
Severe skin burns.
even made Blake feel "melted".
"This is not my body!"
He was shocked when he saw fingers that were longer than he remembered.
In the next instant, more chaotic memories rushed into his mind, like opening a floodgate to release the flood, causing him to tremble for a few moments while clutching his bald head in the water.
The Third Fleet of Kul Tiras. Khaz Modan Sea Battle Orc Tribe Crossing the Sea Azeroth Dark Portal Opens the Second Orc War in the sixth year.
"Do not!"
Black howled in his heart.
This was not the unfolding he wished to see.
But now, it is not the time to hold his head and wait to die. In the pain of the twitching burns, he can feel that his vitality is rapidly draining.
is like a burst balloon, unable to stop it.
He was rapidly weakening.
If he doesn't think of a way quickly, his fantasy journey will end in at most five minutes.
He doesn't think so.
I will still have the luck to return to another world I am familiar with after another death.
Blake slapped his face in the confusion, calmed himself down, and wanted to rise above the water, but the moment he touched his forehead, a translucent message appeared in front of him:
Character Card: Drake Proudmoore (Blake Shaw)
INFO: Kul Tiras human, 19 years old
Status: Mortal body. Seriously wounded. Weak. Near death
Class: Warrior 10 / Navigator 16 / Stalker 5
Legendary Class: None
Myth Class: None
Title: Prince of Kul Tiras
Equipment: None
Talents: Son of the Sea, Battlefield Hero, Proudmoore Bloodline (Hate Seal)
Skill:
Kul Tiran Military Swordsmanship (Skilled)
Fatal Throwing (Beginner)
Fist of the Tides (Mastery)
Navigation (Proficient)
"This character card."
After seeing this information, Blake's brain almost shut down.
He doesn't know what the situation is?
You are now an NPC?
And this neatly listed information and these familiar descriptions, isn't this the character setting of the running game that he and a group of bad friends often play?
So, are you in a running group story?
Or came to the real Azeroth?
But the next moment, he saw only one-fifth of the character card left, and the red bar was still lowering, which brought him back to reality.
Don’t bother with these for now.
Couldn't find a way to save himself, he was either burned to death by the remaining fire of the red dragon, or he was suffocated in the sea.
Under the crisis of life and death, Blake's mind was running wildly.
Those memories engraved in my mind were quickly turned out.
When the game started, it was already 24 years since the Dark Gate. The Third Fleet was slaughtered and destroyed by the Red Dragon controlled by the Dragonmaw clan, and it was only a story that existed in the game background and mission chain.
Black didn't know much about the details of this naval battle, but as a mission master, he almost immediately recalled a mission chain related to the sinking of the Third Fleet.
in Khaz Modan waters.
right in the wetlands!
Eighteen years later, Fitzmus, an old sailor who survived the battle, will turn to every greedy adventurer who passes through Menethil Harbor for help.
That **** alcoholic will blackmail the adventurer for a glass of expensive ale before giving the quest.
Blake was bitter about the glass of ale he gave him back then.
That is a gold coin after all.
"But thanks to that gold coin, let me know, that thing is here."
In the next instant, Black made up his mind.
turned his body hard in the water, and swam towards the wreck of the battleship "Dreadnought" that was falling into the deep sea not far away.
It hurts every time I move my limbs.
But he had to endure.
If you can't get that thing, you will die today!
The memories that belonged to Prince Derek Proudmoore kept coming out of his mind, which also confirmed Black's conjecture.
The Third Fleet of Kul Tiras is not designed to stop the Orc Grand Fleet crossing the sea today.
They were just out of luck.
In fact, before they set off, they didn’t even know that the orcs would cross the sea at this time. The original mission of these two battleships and five troop carriers was to transport recruits to Wildhammer Heights, where they would open up a battlefield behind the enemy.
At the same time, he went to Arathi Highlands, Stromgarde, the capital of the Kingdom of Stromgard, and transported a holy relic of holy light that was contaminated by orc warlocks.
That thing is called the Eye of Palles.
It was made by the Church of Holy Light decades ago. It was originally a sacred object for the blessing of believers, but when Stormwind Kingdom was attacked by orcs two years ago, it also fell into the hands of the tribe.
The warlocks who played with shadow magic, led by Gul'dan, mercilessly polluted it and made it into an evil thing for curses.
"The polluted Eye of Palles plunged into the sea, turning countless warriors who died in the first battle today into ghosts, and bound them forever on the shores of Khaz Modan.
This evil **** lasted for a full eighteen years!
was deciphered by the efforts of the adventurer tricked by the escaped first mate, but the contaminated sacred artifact cannot be purified by ordinary priests.
It was sent to the Cathedral of Stormwind City, where it was purified by the hands of Archbishop Benedictus, the second and fifth child of the Holy Light. "
These vital information rolled over in Blake's mind. He endured the pain and spent less than two minutes before rushing into the falling wreck of the Dreadnought.
is just below the captain's cabin.
"boom"
Blake threw his fists hard in the water and pushed the closed hatch in front of him with difficulty. Then, he saw the captain who committed suicide with a dagger in desperation.
and the black magic suitcase by his hand.
"key!"
Blake grabbed the suitcase, and, ignoring the crime of desecrating the corpse, grabbed a bronze-colored key from the waist of the suicide captain.
His chest was about to explode.
Even though this body has the racial talent of the Kul Tirans, the Son of the Sea, can hold his breath longer in the water and swim faster, but he is now seriously injured.
And getting weaker.
The red bar under the character card has dropped to a precarious level, and in ten seconds, it will be completely emptied.
"The Tainted Eye of Palles is a terrible thing, and anyone who holds it is cursed to be undead, and if it is not purified, this curse will last forever."
Black was still thinking, he inserted the key into the magic suitcase in the water and twisted it hard.
"click"
As the sea water poured in, on the dark seabed, a purple-black, ominous light lit up in front of Blake's eyes, and he glanced at the bottom of the blood strip.
Without any hesitation, grabbed the palm-sized crystal ball in front of him.
"what"
The surging dark magic power poured into his body along Blake's hands, and he could feel a cold and strange force exerted on him.
The pain of the burns is rapidly diminishing.
The passing life force is also blocked.
He could feel his breathing becoming heavier, and his skin was drying up quickly, and within a few seconds, it was as dry as a corpse that had been dead for many years.
The mouth is losing its sense of taste, the brain is becoming groggy, and the sense of touch and smell is also lost.
But the hearing became eerily clear.
It seems that even the sea water in front of him has become darker, and there are low and strange whispers in his ears and heart, like mosquitoes buzzing in his ears.
After a second.
Blake Shaw stopped breathing.
But he is not dead.
He was just cursed by evil things into undead form.
The undead will not be drowned, and the undead are not afraid of pain. The dark and evil magic power has solidified his vitality while cursing him.
The bottomed out HP bar no longer decreased, and as Blake stuffed the wet bread found in the wreckage of the battleship into his mouth, the HP bar started to rise slowly.
That smell must be disgusting.
But that's okay, he has no sense of taste now.
"Survived."
Blake felt relieved for a while, he was just suspended in the sea, and in the mood he put the crystal ball in front of him and looked at it.
worthy of being called the Eye of Palles.
He doesn't know who Palez is, maybe a priest of the Holy Light, or the maker of this magic item, but this crystal ball really looks like a purple eye.
is constantly spreading malice around.
Staring at it for a long time, there will be more dense whispers in Blake's heart. The more you want to listen, the less you can hear it. There is obviously something wrong with this thing.
"Azeroth, this is the gift you gave me."
The undead Blake Xiao sighed.
He glanced back at the sea behind him. The light from the sky was refracted in the sea, reflecting an ominous paleness, as well as the corpses of the sailors who were about to be buried in the icy abyss.
Those broken ships, those torn flags.
Those ones
Buried glory.
He was suspended in the sea, moving his limbs, like a silent observer, but also like a participant in the aftermath of the catastrophe, the sun above his head shone into the deep sea along the burning sea, reflecting the pale, flowing , ominous light.
He will never forget what he saw today.
These dead will be forgotten by the world.
But he will remember them, remember the massacre today.
The memories belonging to Prince Drake Proudmoore also came to mind at this moment.
Let Blake also be touched by the scene, and after hanging silently in the sea for a few minutes, he slowly raised his hand, and with the body of an undead, gave a standard Kul Tiras military salute to the scene in front of him.
He took a last look at the surging **** behind him, then turned around, grabbed the suitcase and the cursed weapon, swayed his limbs, and swam further to the sea.
In this sea, there is nothing but death and resentment.
It is not worth living for.
(end of this chapter)