MTL - Azeroth Shadow Trail-Chapter 3 2. Approaching hostility

   Chapter 3 2. Approaching Hostility

  The undead will not drown.

  Although in the game that Black loves and is familiar with, undead characters will die if they stay in the water for a long time, but that is just a gameplay design.

   In reality, the undead are not afraid of water.

   Just like now.

  Blake Shaw was walking along the edge of the seabed under the sea, following the route he remembered, from the Khaz Modan Sea area to the wetlands in the southeast.

  Although the wetlands belonging to the Dwarf Kingdom had been occupied by the Horde Orcs at this point in time, it was, after all, the closest land to this naval battle area.

  Black cannot be in the water all the time.

   He must have contact with people.

  Relying on the cursed weapon to survive, this is just the beginning, if he does not want to continue as a cursed undead, he must find a skilled priest of the light.

   dispel this curse for him.

  The tainted Eye of Palles saved Black from a desperate situation, but it was definitely not a good thing.

While    that thing saved him, it also brought him an indescribable change. A few minutes after leaving the battle area, he immediately felt the dark magic of this cursed thing seep into his body.

   is subtly eroding him.

  Black touched his forehead again, and the damned character card information immediately appeared, floating in front of him like a translucent, very much like the effect of pressing the C key in the game.

   is just the data on it, which has changed a lot:

  Character Card: Drake Proudmoore (Blake Shaw)

   INFO: Kul Tiras human, 19 years old

  Status: Mortal Body. Shadow Curse. Life Solidification. Weakness. Magical Invasion

   Class: Warrior 7 / Navigator 15 / Stalker 5

   Legendary Class: None

  Myth Class: None

  Title: Prince of Kul Tiras

  Equipment: Tainted Eye of Palles

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

Skill:

  Kul Tiras Military Swordsmanship (Beginner)

   Fatal Throwing (Beginner)

   Fist of the Tides (Skilled)

   Navigation (Proficient)

  “???”

  The undead Blake widened his eyes.

   He could see clearly that when he was holding the cursed weapon, his rank was rapidly diminishing.

The    warrior class dropped three levels within ten minutes, which was the most serious.

  Navigator also dropped one level, Stalker, or a less civilized name, the rogue class did not drop, probably because this class walked in the shadows and used the power of shadows.

   This is also evidenced by the extra "Shadow Affinity" from the talent.

   It seems that this character card will change with the status of Black.

   In addition, it is unfortunate news, because the warrior rank has dropped from level 10 to level 7, so under Blake's twitching gaze, the "Battlefield Warrior" in the talent column has disappeared.

   Moreover, the skilled military swordsmanship has slipped to the beginner level, and the mastered Tide Fist has slipped to the proficient level.

   He felt a wave of weakness, as if he had lost something precious, and his hands seemed to be limp.

  “Shu”

The    purple-black crystal ball was thrown back into the suitcase by Black in the next instant, and was tightened and fastened by the key. The magic of darkness no longer radiated, and Black's character card changed again.

   Magic Invasion status has been removed.

   But the curse of shadow and the solidification of life are still there, and the primary shadow affinity obtained from the penetration of dark magic is still there, which is a small surprise.

   But if he continues to hold the cursed evil weapon, even with the protection of the magic suitcase, he will still be further weakened, from a good NPC recruit template to a powerless little garbage.

   Must hurry to find the priest to purify it!

   "Broken stuff!"

   Black cursed in a low voice.

   He tied the magic suitcase with cloth strips around his waist and continued to speed up the seabed. He walked like this for nearly four hours. After the night had completely fallen, he finally set foot on the wetland shore by the low tide.

"Snapped"

   The moment he stepped on the muddy beach, Blake was lying on the beach. He stretched out his limbs, like a drowned guy, unwilling to move a finger.

   Indeed, the undead do not die.

   But the undead get tired.

   Not only the numbness from his body, but also the exhaustion in his soul, as if he had stayed up for two days and two nights, and now he just wants to get a good night's sleep.

  So, in the low tide, he closed his eyes and fell asleep in the next instant, all kinds of memories came in a chaotic aftermath.

  The sea was surging, accompanied by his snoring.

—

   "Huh? The timeline is fluctuating?"

  In another wild continent far away from the eastern continent by an endless sea, in the endless desert, a mysterious place that only exists in the mouths of spellcasters.

   In the Ten Thousand Years Cave haunted by the streamer of time and space, there is a voice that seems to be just waking up.

   was packed in a very comfortable and warm nest.

   An elegant creature raised its head slightly dazedly.

   It has a snake-like head.

   Eyes like snake pupils.

  The whole body is covered with fine bronze scales, as well as bat wings, but larger, stackable wings.

   The abdomen is slightly bloated, but the neck is slender, and the slender tail is also covered with bone spurs.

   and four sharp claws hidden under his belly.

  It will pop out its sharp claws and smash wood, steel or flesh effortlessly.

  It will be like a cat, curling its tail and body together, obviously just waking up from a deep sleep, and when its elegant neck is raised, the five long horns on its head also emit a metal-like light.

   This is a dragon.

The    body is nearly 30 meters long, far less huge than the three-headed red dragon that ravaged the Khaz Modan waters today. Such a body length also means that this bronze dragon is only a young dragon.

   is not yet an adult.

   But it is also already a member of the glorious Bronze Dragonflight.

  Although his strength is weak, he has no way to enter the glorious Scale of Quicksand, follow the great King of Time His Majesty Nozdormu, and maintain the time network of Azeroth.

   But it has also been assigned its own work.

  Time, which is an invisible force.

   But in the bronze dragon eye, it is like a river that can enter and exit at will, while the timeline of Azeroth is special, it is a network structure.

   Every important time node is intertwined with each other. If it is disturbed by external force, the timeline will go in the wrong direction.

   That kind of error will give rise to a tributary of time.

  Most tributaries will not affect the main body of the world line, but if too many time nodes are affected at one time, it will cause terrible problems.

   The job of a young dragon like it is to maintain the stability of a certain time node, be alert to the intervention of external forces, and promptly clean up those "time residues" that cause confusion.

  This job has been very easy for the past 100,000 years, but recently it has become more difficult.

  There is a mysterious power that the bronze dragon is not yet familiar with, and it begins to quietly penetrate those less important time nodes, like a small prank.

   But it has aroused the vigilance of the Bronze Dragon Legion, so in recent years, the few but elite Quicksand Scales have been very busy and frequently shuttled through various nodes.

   "Beginners" like this young dragon have become busy because of this.

   "The time fluctuation is in the Khaz Modan sea area, the intensity is not high, and it has not touched the stability of the time node, but let's take a look."

   The young dragon quickly followed the vibration of the timeline and found the source of the fluctuation.

   It moved its huge body lazily and walked out of its lair. In front of it, the once lively Cave of Time, the base camp of the Bronze Dragon Legion, has now become deserted.

  Except for some newly hatched young dragons, who are playing under the protection of dragon people, everyone has their own work to do.

  This holy place is full of crimson energy, which is the manifestation of the power of time, just like a rainbow or aurora, which is spread in every dusty fork in the road.

   In the huge cave, there are "doors" leading to various important time nodes.

   But those large time nodes can only be entered by the elite Quicksand Scales. Young dragons like it are not qualified to participate in the protection of those important nodes.

   This is not contempt.

   is not oppression.

   This is a discreet protection.

   "Alas, Sefir, you should work harder too."

   The young dragon sighed, his big eyes showing human helplessness, he raised his head and said to himself:

   "The troublemaker Chromie was only born a hundred years before me, but she is already the youngest member of Quicksand Scales, and I can't be compared to her.

   That idiot stole my food and bullied me since I was a child. I haven't seen her for a long time. I'll go to the past or the future and play with her. "

   A cloud of sand-like bronze streamer shrouded the young dragon, and as it took a step forward, the huge body suddenly shrank.

   In just an instant, he changed from dragon form to human form.

   became a tall elf lady with white skin, tall stature, wearing a long moon-white dress, long silver-gray hair, and a delicate blue gem headband.

  Dragons have this kind of polymorphism, which is fairly simple for them to master mystical powers.

   The young dragon Sefir was suspended on the ground for a few inches. She looked left and right, then called a dragon beast and told the servants of these dragons to help her clean up the lair and exchange crystal gems or something.

   Just like the mage, he used the flashing technique to quickly leave the inner ring of the Cavern of Time. When he reached the outer ring, he changed back to the form of a giant dragon, flapped his wings, and flew towards the Khaz Modan sea area.

   It's just a young dragon and cannot use teleportation across continents.

   Fortunately, even young dragons are truly legendary creatures.

   Flying is definitely fast enough.

   Several hours later, the young dragon Sefir, who flew over the endless sea and looked a little tired, landed on Tidefall Island on the edge of Khaz Modan's waters.

  This is a military port, but it has now been completely destroyed and occupied by the orc fleet. When the young dragons arrived, those brutal orcs were dealing with the bodies of the Kul Tiras sailors who died here.

   There is no live port.

  No one surrendered either. These soldiers who served Admiral Dai Lin were extremely brave. They fought to the last moment and died heroically.

   This is also why the violent and powerful orc tribe took six full years and suffered heavy casualties before reaching the northern border.

   Because they are not facing an opponent that can be easily dismissed.

  Especially when the human warriors fought to defend their homeland and the country, their courage was no weaker than that of the orcs. It's just that everything that makes people feel emotional has no meaning to Sefir.

   It is a dragon.

  Its view of good and evil is different from that of mortal creatures, and their joys, sorrows, and joys are not in common with dragons.

  Sefir transformed into an elf form, suspended high in the sky, raised his left hand, and the power of time like sand and dust was radiated, condensing into a delicate hourglass in front of her eyes.

  She closed her eyes, perceiving the timeline here.

   "The orcs crossed the sea, the facts match, the Third Fleet sank, the facts match, the enslaved red dragon participated in the battle, the facts match, Drake Proudmoore died in this battle, the facts match

and many more! "

  Sefir opened his eyes at this moment.

   She flew to the sea area ahead at a whistling speed, took the shape of a giant dragon, plunged into the sea, and splashed a huge splash of water, attracting the attention of the orcs who were patrolling nearby.

   But they simply couldn't capture the scene of a legendary creature entering the water.

   Half an hour later, the young dragon Sefir searched the entire seabed of Khaz Modan Sea, carefully identifying the wreckage of every ship and every corpse.

   There was a touch of tension and anger in its huge dragon eyes.

   "Drake's corpse is not here, and the tainted Eye of Palles has disappeared, but he is obviously dead, and I can't feel his breath.

  The timeline is disturbed.

   A time residue at the event!

   It's that group of mice that hide their heads and show their tails again? What conspiracy are they planning? Scales of Quicksand must be reported"

   At this moment, the young dragon's thoughts were interrupted.

   Scales of Quicksand is very busy.

  Every member is very busy, and Drake Proudmoore is not a big man in the future world line.

   He is just a trivial node.

   is far less important than his sister Jaina.

   Even if such a situation is reported, there will be no adult bronze dragon to deal with it in a short time.

   "Then I'll find it myself."

   The young dragon made up his mind in an instant.

  There is a problem with the time node that you are responsible for, and it is a shame to be escaped by the time residue.

   It must wash away this shame with its own hands.

   "I won't let you laugh at me again, nasty Chromie."

  The body of the young dragon floated up quickly in the water, and after a few seconds, it rushed into the sky.

   "I will definitely find him!"

   "The residue must be cleaned up!"

  PS:

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   (end of this chapter)