MTL - Azeroth Shadow Trail-Chapter 8 7. Pass by

   Chapter 8 7. Passing by

   Bronze Drake Sefir is very lucky.

   But it was also very unlucky.

   After discovering that Prince Drake Proudmoore had escaped from his fate, it immediately began to track down the "remnant of time", using a magical time rewind, it soon discovered the traces left by Drake.

   followed the Khaz Modan waters and chased the wetlands all the way.

  Things are going well so far.

   The speed of action of the giant dragon is incomparable to other people. It stands to reason that with Sefir to hunt down, the prince who came back from the dead will soon be sent back to his rightful destiny.

   But Seifer, who was immersed in the great mission of maintaining the world line, overlooked one thing.

  The six-year wetland of the Dark Gate is a forbidden place that cannot be approached by other four-colored dragons except the black dragon!

  Because the evil artifact, Dragon Soul, is here.

   The story about the artifact that special attacked the giant dragon is very long and long. It involves the civil strife and decline of the five-color giant dragon army. For all giant dragons, it is a sad thing.

   After the orcs rushed into the world of Azeroth from the Dark Portal, the artifact that was supposed to be kept in the Redridge Mountains in the southern border of the mainland was obtained by the orcs of the Dragonmaw clan.

  These brutal orcs killed the guardian of the artifact with an advantage in numbers, and a noble red dragon died as a result.

   But this is just the beginning of the disaster.

   The Red Dragon Queen who rushed to check, one of the most powerful and noble creatures in the whole of Azeroth, was unsuspectingly controlled by the Dragonmaw Chief Zuluhed, who held the Dragon Soul.

  The orcs of this clan, in their home world of Draenor, are good at taming wyverns, and after obtaining the dragon soul, they did evil beast taming in Azeroth.

   They relied on that artifact to enslave the red dragon and create dragoons, and the tragedy of Prince Drake Proudmoore and the Third Fleet also stemmed from this.

   And now, the Dragonmaw clan is stationed in the cursed city of Grim Batol in the wetlands.

The orc chief Zuluhed, who holds the dragon's soul, can clearly sense every giant dragon that enters the wetland and enslave them. In the two years since the orcs found the dragon's soul, many dragons have encountered bad luck. .

  Sefir is not ignorant of this.

   But the remnants of the time it was searching for were right in front of him. It couldn’t just give up. Unfortunately, this young dragon, who was only born over a hundred years ago, seriously underestimated the power of the dragon’s soul.

   The moment it stepped on the wetlands, it was targeted by the dragoons of the Dragonmaw clan.

   "You stop chasing me!"

   The depressed young dragon flapped its wings and quickly streaked across the night sky. Using a less elegant description, it almost tried to **** at it, and it was able to widen the distance between the two red dragons behind it.

   These red dragons controlled by orcs obviously still have a sense of resistance.

   Let them slaughter human beings, they may do it with their teeth, but let them chase their compatriots, they are obviously not working hard.

   Otherwise, with the flying speed of these two adult red dragons, Sefir estimated that he could not even fly out of the edge of the wetland.

  The Bronze Dragon Legion has always been reclusive and secluded, just like the Blue Dragon Legion, but they have a good relationship with the Red Dragon Legion, and the good relationship built by their ancestors has also allowed the current Sefir to escape.

   It must get out of here as fast as possible.

  The bronze dragons that can roam in different timelines at will are impossible to kill, they are a rare "time creature", even if it is killed now.

   The past and the future still exist.

   For Sefir, the concept of "death" does not exist.

   It was supposed to be fearless.

   But there are many more terrible things in the world than death. If you are unfortunately enslaved by the dragon's soul, then this beautiful little dragon will probably suffer a more terrible fate than death.

   Zuluhed was clearly interested in the mysterious bronze dragons and their ability to manipulate time, and more red dragons were sent from Grim Batol to surround Sefir in every direction.

   "The King of Time bless me!"

   The young dragon flew and prayed in his heart:

   "After this **** is over, I swear, I'll never come to this **** place like Wetland again!"

  Thinking like this, it flapped its wings with all its might, flew over the mountains of Dun Modr, and galloped all the way to the Arathi Highlands, not even having the energy to perceive its surroundings.

   It dare not stop.

   It has endless time to play with that "time residue", so now, little life matters.

   Run, little girl!

   Hurry up and run!

—

   Black, who was lying on the hills and high ground, held his breath. He saw the young dragon, chased by two equally huge shadows and flew out of the sky.

  The young dragon looked very embarrassed, and could only try to escape by flapping its wings.

   But Blake was very uneasy.

   "At this time, the Dragonmaw Orcs are still using the evil artifact, the Dragon Soul, to imprison the Red Dragon Queen in Grim Batol in the wetlands.

   Except for the red dragon who wants to save his queen, it is impossible for other dragons to go to the wetlands to die. "

  Black hugged the shivering little murloc in his arms, his mind turned sharply.

   He thought:

   "Either the young dragon lost his mind.

  Or, it took a risk and came to the wetlands to find something important, and let me think, there is no treasure in the wetlands that the dragon craved.

   Then it must be looking for something else.”

  Seconds later, a terrible guess jumped into Blake's mind, making his eyes narrow and his fists clenched.

   "Damn it! That's a bronze dragon who likes to meddle in his own business! It should be looking for Prince Drake Proudmoore, who should have sunk to the bottom of the sea but escaped.

   is me!

  The dragon came at me, and the orc dragoons saved my life by accident. "

  Black moved his fingers.

He looked at the rising peaks in the middle of the wetlands. There was the cursed city of Grim Batol, the hometown of the Wildhammer dwarves three hundred years ago. In the Battle of the Three Hammers, he was cursed by Mordgood, the witch queen of the Dark Iron dwarves. .

  The vicious witch queen died there, and the Battle of the Three Hammers ended with the victory of the Bronzebeard and Wildhammer clans.

   But as the price of victory, the Wildhammer dwarves lost their ancestral land forever.

  The sky children of the dwarves had to take their beloved griffins and migrate to Wildhammer Heights and the Hinterlands in the north to find a new home.

   "It will be four years since the dragon's soul was destroyed. If I have been hiding in the wetlands, I can live for at least four years. With the dragon's soul there, the bronze dragon dare not come here to trouble me."

   Black thought:

   "Or maybe, I should join the Dragonmaw clan directly and find a way to take the dragon's soul and prevent it from being destroyed, so that I won't be afraid of the bronze dragon.

   However, to steal the dragon's soul from Deathwing and the magical Ronin in four years' time is no easier than confronting the bronze dragon.

and"

  Blake glanced at his character card, the bright surname of "Proudmoore", which made him sigh deeply.

   Although he is not Prince Drake.

   But since someone else's body was used, he had to be careful.

If you bear the surname of Proudmoore and join the Dragonmaw clan, not to mention whether the orcs will accept him, then Admiral Daelin will be so angry when he hears the news that he will bring all the soldiers of Kul Tiras. , rushed into the wetlands.

   Even if the entire army is wiped out, he will be killed in Grim Batol as a "rebel".

   That is Dai Lin.

   One of Azeroth's most powerful warriors, slaughtering orcs as easily as chickens.

   "Then plan to change!"

   After thinking about this hill for nearly half an hour, Blake finally straightened out his thoughts again. He picked up the little murloc, and instead of wasting time here, he turned around.

   is no longer heading towards the Arathi Highlands, but walking towards the northwest of the wetlands.

   "The bronze dragon went to the Arathi Highlands, and the Saldor Bridge could not go, and ventured from the shore of the reef, crossed the sea to the northwest, and went to the Hillsbrad Hills.

   There are also many important strongholds of the human kingdom there, and you should be able to find a powerful enough priest of the Holy Light, since I brought back the lost holy artifact for them and killed so many orcs.

   Ask them to purify a curse for me, it shouldn't be a big problem. "

  Blake Shaw jumped into the shadows, and while practicing his stealth skills, he touched the smooth head of the little fishman, and said in a low voice:

   "After the curse is purified, I will return to the wetlands at the fastest speed. For the next four years, I will live here as an orc killer wandering in the wetlands.

   Anyway, there are orcs here to kill me.

   When the rogue class is promoted to forty or fifty levels, I don't have to be afraid of a young dragon. Hehe, the Bronze Dragon Legion is facing a lot of trouble now. "

   Black laughed and said:

   "As long as I don't make a big event that destroys the world, I don't interfere with those important world line characters, the busy Scales of Quicksand and the lost King of Time, and I won't come to me in a big way.

Perfect! "

   Made up his mind, Blake walked briskly towards the salt foam swamp in the northwest of the wetland. On the way, he dropped a small blood ring camp guarded by only three orcs.

   In the early hours of the same day, he finally returned to the swamp full of mud and disgusting things.

   He saw a murloc village not far away.

  This is the most remote place in the wetland, and the blood ring orcs have not cleaned it on a large scale, so there are many salt foam fish people in the salt foam swamp, and they live freely.

  “Shu”

  Black pulled out Werther's legs from his waist, and put the little murloc on the ground again. He moved his shoulders, stared at the noisy murloc village in front of him, and quietly entered the sneak.

   "Hello, fish people, surprise! Your old friend is back!"

—

  The salt foam swamp between Ironbeard's Tomb and the Reef Shore is not large.

  Blake spent more than a day traversing here. On the way, he raised the rogue rank to level 11. Because he didn't spend too much time searching for equipment, his equipment did not change.

   As he stepped out of the swamp and entered the beach, in the morning light of dawn, he saw the reef coast shrouded in a white expanse of water vapor in front of him.

   The little fishman cried out in excitement when he saw the sea, jumped out of Blake's arms, shook his body, and ran towards the seawater that was constantly washing the beach.

   “wrlgmmglglgm!”

   It ran and shouted, jumping excitedly in the water, like dancing.

  Blake was sitting on the stones of the beach, resting and feeling the morrowind. The **** curse made him tasteless like the dead, eating and drinking.

   was a little novel at the beginning.

   But now, he's had enough of this lack of touch, smell, and taste.

   He glanced at the data of the character card, and desperately hoped to return to normal human form.

  Character Card: Drake Proudmoore (Blake Shaw)

   INFO: Kul Tiras human, 19 years old

  Status: Mortal Body. Shadow Curse. Life Solidification. Weak

   Class: Warrior 2 / Navigator 15 / Stalker 11

   Legendary Class: None

  Myth Class: None

  Title: Prince of Kul Tiras

  Equipment: Magic Weave Bag, Werther's Third Leg, Monkey Murloc Short Sword, Monkey Murloc Table Knife, Jungle Bracers

   Talents: Son of the Sea, Shadow Affinity (Elementary), Shadow Walk, Proudmoore Bloodline (Hate Seal)

Skill:

   Kul Tiran Military Swordsmanship (Proficient)

   Deadly Throw (Mastery)

   Fist of the Tides (Mastery)

   Stealth (Skilled)

   Navigation (Proficient)

The health bar at the bottom of the    character card was the same as before. It couldn't continue to rise when the card was stuck at 70%, which made Blake feel unhappy again, and his desire to get rid of the curse became more and more urgent.

   "Then, let's go."

  Black stood up and strode towards the reef shore in front of him. There were dangerous Naga in this sea, he knew, but facing Naga was better than facing a young dragon.

   "Go to the hills as fast as you can, and fix this mess before that nasty baby dragon finds it."

   "Bumper, stop playing with water, follow me, don't run around, be careful the Naga catch you and eat you as a snack! You stupid, stupid little murloc.

  Oh, if I were as simple as you, I would have less troubles. "

   (end of this chapter)