"I came to see how to use it, but there are no instructions or anything."

Back near the Arcane Academy, Blake stood on the Thunder God's Throne on the Little Star, fiddling with the Crown of Governors in his hand.

He rotated the ashes composed of three-color crystals several times to release the power, and then held it in front of him, allowing natural light to pass through the crystal and project onto the ground.

"Hey! Invisible."

Little Star exclaimed. Under the gaze of the Blue Dragon Princess, as Captain Stinky changed the angle of the crystal, the light projected on the ground scattered and formed something like a curtain. The academy guards who were busy on the ruins of the Mysterious Academy

As long as the structure is enveloped by the light curtain, its color will change rapidly.

Those moving things seemed to be "filtered" out, quickly disappearing from sight, leaving only the simulated desolate ruins.

It's like a chameleon changing in the light.

"The effect is not bad."

Blake also noticed the effect of "Shadow of the World·Augure Echo".

He spread his senses to the blocked areas on the ground, and only when he was holding the Crown of the Governor could he faintly sense that something was moving in the light curtain.

If the world artifact is not in hand, you may need to enter the ruins or use void perception to accurately capture the objects inside.

This kind of occlusion of the shadow of the world is very similar to the Great Leaf Shadow Barrier outside Tol Barad Island, but its effect is much more advanced than simple optical occlusion.

"If it's difficult for me to detect the activities in the covered area, then the demons won't be able to find the base we are building for a while."

Blake stroked the Crown of Governor in his hand with satisfaction. He changed the direction of the crystal emblem again. It took a few minutes to cover the entire ruins of the Arcane Academy with the shadow of the world, and disguised the place as the original miserable one.

He looked at the miserable ruins, then he snapped his fingers at the little star and said:

"Get down."

"Hey, I'm not your driver. The tone of your order is really annoying, but for the sake of collecting great stories today, I will forgive you generously."

Little Xingxing curled her lips and complained, but she still very obediently drove her Thor Throne into the shadow of the world with a whoosh.

It's like walking through a strange bubble. After entering it, you can clearly feel the filtering and changes of the light. When the little star looks back, a super large "energy bubble" is shrouding here.

From the inside, it doesn't matter to the outside, but from the outside, you can't see anything inside, just like a one-way transparent "car glass".

This is too cool.

"Is its masking effect always there?"

Lan Long asked softly:

"This barrier will disappear after you leave Mac'Aree, right?"

"No, as long as the Crown of Governors is within the range of Argus, the Shadow of the World will continue to be in effect.

Although this thing has almost become a waste due to the end of the world, it is a world artifact after all, and it still has such a sustainable power."

Blake put the crystal badge on a very delicate chain and fixed it on his cloak like a strange decoration.

He gently let go, and the three-color crystal floated behind the pirate's head and rotated slightly, resembling the images of religious figures in paintings.

The pirate boasted:

"The barrier of the Shadow of the World can still move with me.

In other words, as long as I want, I can lead the expeditionary force and sneak directly into the Antolan Wasteland under Kil'jaeden's nose at any time, and even enter the Burning Throne without anyone noticing, giving the big devil a surprise!"

"With just this few people, do you still want to launch a beheading campaign against Kil'jaeden?"

Little Xingxing held up her little notebook to record the magic of the Governor's Crown, while curling her lips and saying:

"Just brag, I'm not the stupid dragon who didn't know anything anymore. You can indeed bring the advance army into the Burning Throne, but so what?

That is the heart of the Burning Legion, with titans like Aggramar sitting there. Even if you miraculously kill Kil'jaeden, it will be useless. The Burning Legion will not collapse just because of the Deceiver's death.

Kil'jaeden and Archimonde are just the 'professional managers' of the Legion, and even though they look majestic, they are just slaves of the Dark Titan.

Unless, you can directly assassinate Sargeras!"

"I haven't lived enough yet. Look at what you came up with! I guess I have to be about ten times stronger to avoid being trampled to death when I give Lord Sargeras a pedicure."

Blake felt that Little Star was not cute at all. She looked so silly before, but now she seems to be smart all of a sudden.

It's really hard to adapt.

He jumped down from the Thunder God's Throne and glanced back. The soldiers of the Holy Light Legion also entered the shadow of the world, and they were resting on the edge.

The ground in front of the pirates was turning into quicksand, and Old Man Sachiel clearly felt the changes in the academy's environment. When he knew that Blake was back, he wanted to talk to the pirates about the construction style of the base, but he just used his own

Quicksand's heart could jump out of the ground. Before the old man could say anything, the fire in Sakir's eyes suddenly burst into flames when he saw the pirate for the first time.

In the eyes of the initiate, the image of the pirate is still that of a handsome evil ruffian, but outside his body, it seems that there is an abyssal creation that reaches into the sky and the earth.

A spellcaster of Thakiel's level can clearly see Blake's changes. He can see the abyssal face of the Thousand Tongue Demon hiding in Blake's body, emitting cold malice towards him.

The slender and weird armless body, the black tattered robe woven with the abyss' breath, the purple face of chaos under the dark hood, and the ten thousand snake tentacles wrapped around the abyssal face.

Those eyes!

Those eyes that rotated to look at him from all directions, those blue eyeballs with flipped pupils, seemed to sense a target that could be preyed upon.

They emit a strange light, like shining dark stars appearing in front of Thal'kiel's eyes, teaching him thousands of truths from the lightless sea.

Ah, come, obey, listen, kneel.

That is the call of truth, just like the rolling tide hitting the ignorant on the beach, trying to sweep him into the dark but warm ocean in a rolling wave.

Integrate with endless knowledge and let your humble existence become a part of greatness.

Thal'kiel felt that his crazy mind was being summoned, and every spark of his mind was cheering and urging him to embrace the abyss in front of him.

But the intellect's wisdom desperately resists this call to truth.

It was trying to wake up the old man, but this task was so difficult that Sachiel's body froze in place in the conflict between instinct and reason, and his fingers trembled.

It's like excitement and fear.

"Hey! Wake up!"

After more than ten seconds, Old Man Saqil woke up from his strange thoughts.

The fire in his eye sockets rose, and he saw Blake standing in front of him, staring with a "concerned neurotic" look, and waving his left hand to slap his burning skull cheek.

"Whoosh"

The old man who woke up flashed several meters away from the pirates with a whoosh. He grabbed the screaming Headwind Reaper and blocked it from his eyes. In a tone that was mixed with fear and anxiety, he asked incoherently:

"You...you...what have you become? What happened to you in the Seat of the Triumvirate? Why are you like this?"

"Well, this matter is very complicated and can't be explained in a sentence or two. As long as you know it's not a bad thing."

The pirate picked up his pipe, calmed down his thoughts about the truth, and sent away several spiritual students who were summoned by the truth. He watched the spiritual students who were just waking up from a dream rub their eyes and turn around to leave. He shrugged helplessly.

Shrugging, he said to Thakir:

"The good news is that I am a true demigod now. The bad news is that after the inexplicable upgrade, I may really need to adapt to the new power.

You are all spiritual beings who are not protected by flesh and blood. If they come too close to me, they will be involuntarily summoned by me and dedicate themselves to the truth, so I want to leave here.

This is for your own good."

"Then leave quickly! The further you go, the better!"

Old man Sachir waved his hand and urged:

"Even I can't resist your void breath, let alone others. You, the scourge and god of plague, leave my academy quickly and wait until the main force of the anti-magic alliance in Azeroth is assembled before coming back.

I'll fix the base here.

Leave the Governor's Crown you got here, I know that thing has the effect of strengthening the field. With it, this base is impregnable."

"That's not okay!"

The pirate turned his head and said:

"It's useful if I keep this thing. The precious field enhancement cannot be wasted on you."

After saying that, Blake took a few steps back and saw the croaking little fish-man carrying a beaten, bruised and swollen Argus that looked like a squirrel, walking towards him triumphantly.

As if returning from hunting, Benbolba showed off the unlucky "squirrel" ears to Black.

It also held a strange large pancake in its other hand, which exuded a delicious aroma, but half of it had been eaten by the fish-man. This stupid fish-man's mouth was full of butter-like pancake foam.

With bright eyes, it handed the remaining half of the muffin to Blake, gesturing for him to try it too, and winking in frustration that this thing was a real "good thing."

"What is this?"

The pirate took the half piece of muffin and looked at it in front of his eyes. He felt that there was something strange about the food.

"That is a sacred waffle with the addition of 'wisdom enlightenment'. It is the specialty pastry of the magic chef of the Mystic Academy. It is a sacred pastry that can only be made in the Academy."

Sachiel, who was far away from the "dangerous" Black, noticed the food in the pirate's hands, and he reminded:

"Eating this sacred waffle will enlighten the eater's wisdom and expand their thinking, but after the destruction of the Arcana Academy, the method of making this thing was lost.

What your little fish man caught should be a small animal in the academy kitchen that always eats waffles. The academy chef named it the "Waffle Thief".

I remember they called him Fisher, and he was a common pet among the chefs.
To be continued...