Chapter 3 2. Impending hostility
The undead cannot drown.
Although in the game that Blake 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.
Black Shaw was walking quickly 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 wetland belonging to the territory of the dwarf kingdom has been occupied by tribal orcs at this point in time, it is the closest land to this naval battle area.
Blake couldn't be in the water all the time.
He has to be in contact with people.
Surviving by relying on cursed evil weapons is just the beginning. If he doesn't want to live as a cursed undead forever, he must find a skilled Holy Light priest.
Remove this curse from him.
Although the tainted Eye of Paris saved Blake from a desperate situation, it was definitely not a good thing.
While that thing saved him, it also brought about indescribable changes in him. A few minutes after leaving the war zone, he immediately felt the dark magic of the cursed thing seep into his body.
It was subtly eroding him.
Blake touched his forehead again, and the damn character card information immediately appeared, floating in front of him like a translucent, just like the effect of pressing the C key in the game.
It’s just that the data on it has changed a lot:
Character Card: Derek Proudmoore (Black Shaw)
Information: Kul Tiran Human, 19 years old
Status: Mortal body. Shadow curse. Life solidification. Weakness. Magical invasion.
Class: Level 7 Warrior/Level 15 Navigator/Level 5 Rogue
Legendary class: none
Mythical class: none
Title: Prince of Kul Tiras
Equipment: Tainted Eye of Paris
Talents: Children of the Sea, Shadow Affinity (Elementary), Proudmoore Bloodline (Seal of Hate)
Skill:
Kul Tiran Military Swordsmanship (Beginner)
Fatal Throw (Beginner)
Tidal Fist (Adept)
Navigation (Mastery)
"???"
The undead Blake's eyes widened.
He could clearly see that when he was holding the cursed evil weapon, his rank was rapidly decreasing.
The warrior class fell three levels in ten minutes, which is the most serious.
The navigator also fell by one level, the stalker, or to use a less civilized name, the thief class did not fall, probably because this profession walks in the shadows and uses the power of shadows.
This can also be proven by the extra "Shadow Affinity" in the talent.
It seems that this character card will change according to Blake's status.
There is also unfortunate news. Because the warrior class has dropped from level 10 to level 7, as Blake watched with twitching eyes, the "Battlefield Hero" in the talent column has disappeared.
Moreover, the military swordsmanship that he originally mastered has slipped to the beginner level, and the Tidal Fist that he has mastered has slipped to the proficient level.
He felt weak, as if he had lost something precious, and his hands seemed to become limp and weak.
"Shua"
The purple-black crystal ball was thrown back into the suitcase by Blake in the next moment, and was tightened and buckled by the key. The dark magic no longer emitted, and Blake's character card changed again.
The 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 by the penetration of dark magic is still there, which is a little 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 little trash with no power.
We must quickly find a priest to purify it!
"Bloody stuff!"
Blake cursed under his breath.
He tied the magic suitcase around his waist with a strip of cloth and continued walking at high speed on the seabed. He walked like this for nearly four hours. After nightfall completely fell, he finally set foot on the coast of the wetland with the low tide.
"Snapped"
The moment he stepped onto the muddy beach, Blake lay completely on the beach. He spread his limbs like a drowned guy, unwilling to move a finger.
Indeed, the undead cannot die.
But the undead will get tired.
Not only the numbness in his body, but also the exhaustion in his soul, as if he had stayed up for two days and two nights. He just wanted to have a good sleep now.
So, in the ebb of the tide, he closed his eyes, and fell into sleep in the next moment, with all kinds of chaotic memories coming to him.
The water surged, accompanied by his snoring.
——
"Huh? The timeline is fluctuating?"
In another wild continent far away from the eastern continent, across an endless sea, in the endless desert, there is a mysterious and legendary place that only exists in the chatter of spellcasters.
In the ten thousand year cave surrounded by the light of time and space, there was a sound that sounded like someone just woke up from sleep.
It was tidied up in a very comfortable and warm nest.
An elegant creature raised its head in confusion.
It has a snake-like head.
Eyes like snake pupils.
The whole body is covered with fine bronze scales, and there are also wings that are like bat wings, but bigger and can be folded.
The abdomen is slightly bloated, but the neck is slender, and the equally slender tail is also covered with bone spurs.
And the four sharp claws hidden under the belly.
It will pop out sharp claws to effortlessly break wood, steel or flesh.
It will curl up its tail and body like a cat, obviously just waking up from a deep sleep. When its elegant neck is raised, the five long horns on its head will also emit a metallic light.
This is a dragon.
The body length is nearly 30 meters, which is far less huge than the three red dragons that are raging in the waters of Khaz Modan today. This body length also means that this bronze dragon is just a young dragon.
Not really an adult yet.
But it is also already a member of the glorious bronze dragonflight.
Although his strength is weak, he cannot enter the glorious Quicksand Scale, follow the great Lord of Time, His Majesty Nozdormu, and maintain the time network of Azeroth.
But it has also been assigned its own work.
Time 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 rather special, it has a mesh structure.
Every important time node is intertwined with each other. If it is interfered by external forces, the timeline will go in the wrong direction.
That kind of mistake will lead to time tributaries.
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 wary of external intervention, and promptly clean up the "time residue" that causes chaos.
This job has seemed very easy for hundreds of thousands of years, but it has become difficult recently.
There is a mysterious force that the bronze dragon is not 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, frequently traveling to various nodes.
"Beginners" like this young dragon also become busy.
"The time fluctuations in the sea area of Khaz Modan are not very strong and have not touched the stability of the time nodes, but let's go and take a look."
The young dragon quickly followed the vibrations of the timeline and found the source of the fluctuations.
It moved its huge body lazily and walked out of its lair. In front of its eyes, the once bustling Cave of Time, the headquarters of the Bronze Dragon Legion, had now become deserted.
Except for some newly hatched baby dragons, who are playing under the protection of the dragon people, everyone has their own work to do.
This holy land is filled with crimson energy, which is the manifestation of the power of time. Just like a rainbow or an aurora, it is spread across every dusty road.
In the huge cave, there are "doors" leading to various important time nodes.
But only the elite Quicksand Scales can enter those large time nodes. Young dragons like it are not qualified to participate in the protection of those important nodes.
This is not contempt.
It's not suppression.
This is a cautious protection.
"Hey, Sephiel, it's time for you to work harder."
The young dragon sighed, its big eyes showing human helplessness. It raised its head and said to itself:
"That troublemaker Chromie was only born a hundred years before me, but she is already the youngest member of the Quicksand Scale. I cannot be compared to her.
That idiot has been snatching my food and bullying me since I was a child. I haven’t seen her for a long time. Let’s go to the past or future to play with her later. "
A cloud of sand-like bronze light enveloped the young dragon. As it took a step forward, its huge body suddenly shrank.
In just a moment, he changed from dragon form to human form.
She turned into a high elf lady with white skin, tall figure, wearing a moon-white dress, long silver-gray hair, and an exquisite blue gemstone ring.
Dragons all have this kind of transformation technique, which is quite simple for them who have mastered the mysterious power.
The baby dragon Sephiel was suspended a few inches above the ground. She looked around, then summoned a dragon beast and told these dragon servants to help her tidy up the nest and replace it with crystal gems or something.
Just like the mage, he used Flash to quickly leave the inner ring of the Cave of Time. When he reached the outer ring, he transformed back into the dragon form, flapped his wings, and flew towards the sea of Khaz Modan.
It is just a young dragon and cannot use teleportation across continents.
Fortunately, even the baby dragon is a truly legendary creature.
The flight speed is definitely fast enough.
A few hours later, the young dragon Sephiel, who looked a little tired after flying across the endless sea, landed on the Tide Island on the edge of Khaz Modan's sea area.
This is a military port, but it has been completely destroyed and occupied by the orc fleet. When the young dragon arrived, the rough orcs were handling the bodies of the Kul Tiran sailors who died here.
No one alive.
No one surrendered. These soldiers serving His Excellency Admiral Dai Lin were extremely brave. They fought until the last moment and died heroically.
This is why the violent and powerful orc tribe took a full six years and suffered heavy casualties before reaching northern Xinjiang.
Because what they faced was not an opponent that could be dismissed casually.
Especially when human warriors fight to defend their homeland, their courage is no weaker than that of the orcs. It's just that all this emotion has no meaning to Sephiel.
It's a dragon.
Its concept of good and evil is different from that of ordinary creatures, and their emotions are not the same as those of giant dragons.
Sephiel transformed into an elf form and hung high in the sky. She raised her left hand, and the power of time like sand and dust was emitted, condensing into an exquisite hourglass in front of her eyes.
She closed her eyes, sensing the timeline here.
"The orcs crossed the sea, the facts are consistent. The third fleet sank, the facts are consistent. The enslaved red dragons participated in the battle, the facts are consistent. Derek Proudmoore died in this battle, the facts are consistent.
etc! "
Sephiel opened his eyes at this moment.
She flew towards the sea ahead at a roaring speed, transformed into the shape of a giant dragon, and plunged into the sea, causing a huge splash and attracting the attention of the orcs patrolling the broken ship nearby.
But they simply couldn't capture the legendary creature entering the water.
Half an hour later, the young dragon Sephiel searched the entire seabed of Khaz Modan, carefully identifying the wreckage of every ship and every corpse.
There was a hint of tension and anger in its huge dragon eyes.
“Drake’s body is not here, and the contaminated Eye of Paris has disappeared, but he is clearly dead and I can’t feel his aura.
The timeline is disturbed.
A time residue is in action!
Are they those mice hiding their heads and tails exposed again? What conspiracy are they planning? Must report Quicksand Scale"
At this moment, the young dragon's thoughts were interrupted.
Quicksand Scale is busy.
Every member is very busy, and Derek Proudmoore is not a big figure in the future world line.
He is just an insignificant node.
Far less important than his sister Gianna.
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.
It's a shame that something went wrong at the time node that I was responsible for, and that the time remnants escaped.
It must wash away this shame with its own hands.
"I won't let you laugh at me anymore, nasty Chromie."
The body of the young dragon floated up quickly in the water, and rushed into the sky in a few seconds.
"I will definitely find him!"
"The debris must be cleaned up!"
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The contract has been signed. After sending the contract and changing the status according to the advice of Brother Lao Lu, it will be updated twice a day and three times a day after it is put on the shelves.
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