Azeroth Shadow Trail

Chapter 1321 71. Nathrezim, you are too good, aren't you?

"Everyone, what are you talking about, so serious?"

As Prophet Velen and several members of the Episcopal Council were discussing the war that had begun, a discordant voice sounded behind them.

Several archbishops looked back and saw that the stinky pirate was walking forward with a bold and unrecognizable pace, and several of them frowned at the same time.

This subtle expression change did not hide from Bu Laike who had been secretly observing them, and seeing several people frowning at the same time, the pirate instantly exclaimed inwardly.

Good guy!

Everyone fears the Demon King!

It seems that apart from Archbishop Nari, who has been busy outside, the Bishop Council of the Draenei has completely fallen.

These fear demon kings are efficient in their work.

They actually allowed the draenei regime to continue to operate at this moment of crisis even though they had infiltrated to such an extent. But the high-level has been infiltrated like this. It is hard to imagine how many legion spies are hidden among the draenei who came to support this time.

The battle has not yet started, and all the ghosts on my side, how can we win?

Fortunately, the Dreadlord is not completely loyal to the Burning Legion, they also have their own purpose, otherwise, after seeing this scene, Bu Laike would have thought about escaping with Dellano's pirate fleet overnight.

But Bo Laike did not expose the terrible truth.

Instead, he pretended to be innocent and walked to the side of Prophet Velen, sat on the supply box next to him, didn't speak, just sat there carelessly, with a "I'm watching you show" attitude He lit his pipe.

This made it very difficult for a group of dreadlords who were ready to seduce the prophet's heart.

Fraudulent acting is their specialty, but there is such a guy who fears the world will not be chaotic and strong onlookers, no matter how professional the actors are, it is inevitable that they will feel a little nervous.

These high-ranking nathrezim who could deceive the naaru's perception under the guise exchanged glances, and they finally decided to ignore Bu Laike and continue with their work.

Anyway, the stinky pirate is also on his side, just look at the shining "seal of the king of pain" on his finger, which is the beloved object of Emperor Denathrius.

Being able to be given such a good thing by the Great Emperor fully proves that Braike Shaw has jumped into his camp, and Ms. Jintaisha has emphasized before that in their last attempt, there is no need to worry about Braike Shaw getting in the way .

"Keep talking, everyone."

Bu Laike exhaled the smoke ring and urged:

"You don't need to pay attention to me at all, I just find a place to rest and take a look at the forging of the ring by the way, I only care about that thing on this ship, if anyone dares to reach out for it, I will definitely be very unhappy.

As for the rest, whatever. "

"Who would take such an important thing casually?"

One of the archbishops snorted and said:

"It is guarded by the strongest draenei warriors, and no thief can sneak in and steal it. Don't worry, Your Excellency Laike."

"Ah, I'm relieved to hear you say that."

The smelly pirate laughed, turned his head to look down at the battle line where everything was going well, and turned his back to the people behind him, as if he really didn't care what they were talking about.

This attitude made all the fearful demon kings make eye contact with each other for a while, and then, the topic just now resumed.

"Prophet, maybe we should also look for individuals who can become death knights among our clansmen."

One archbishop suggested:

"Previously, Lord Ravencrest also requested that all the warriors who died in this battle should join the death knight's battle group. Of course, this is an unacceptable request, but for the hope of the Dellano world, perhaps We should seize this opportunity.

His Excellency Adal also advised us to be tolerant at this critical moment. "

"I can understand your concerns, gentlemen."

Prophet Velen, who had been silent all this time, sighed, and said:

"I am not a fanatical believer. I can understand that there are other truths besides the holy light. This kind of blasphemy of the dead soul was unacceptable in the past, but now

I can convince myself.

If even Maraad acquiesces in the future's benefit to such blasphemy, then I can accept that too. But regarding the initiative to choose the death knight, it is better to slow down a little bit. "

The Prophet whispered:

"We know what's good, but good doesn't mean right.

We are also accountable to the people. Once they know that we acquiesce in manipulating the dead, there will be unnecessary uproar. This is not the right time, folks. "

"Yes, the Prophet is right, everyone, I can understand your expectations, but your suggestions are a little too hasty."

Ishana, a high-ranking priestess who knew Velen very well, shook her head and scolded:

"In order to survive, we Draenei have abandoned a lot of red tape, but some bottom lines cannot be crossed. Respecting the dead can appease the living.

The courage of warriors is also diminished if they know that their remains will be manipulated after death.

Such a suggestion is not suitable to say at this moment of life and death. "

The priestess seemed to be a very prestigious person, and her scolding made the other archbishops nod and agree, but then, the priestess whispered to the prophet who looked slightly calm:

"However, Velen, have you heard that strange rumor during this time? About the legendary magic sword?"

"You mean, the secret weapon that the Nathrezim spy we captured mentioned?"

Velen frowned again, and he said:

"According to it, the Legion has secretly transported the weapon to Dellano, and intends to use it as a decisive weapon to loot the last hope of this world.

That sword has a very evil name, called Frostmourne. "

"Yes, that's it."

The high priest Ishana was also worried. She looked down at the battlefield and said to the prophet:

"I don't want to hide from you, Velen, when I prayed to the Light last night before I set off on the expedition, a picture appeared in my mind. I am not a prophet, but I think I should take what I saw in the dream of the Light. The screen tells you."

"No need to be modest, Ishana."

Velen chuckled lightly and said:

"Your mother was a well-known 'witch' when she was in Argus. Although you have converted to the Holy Light, your natural prophetic blood is still there. I am not surprised that you can see the silhouette of the future.

Tell me, what does the Holy Light foretell to you? "

Bu Laike, who was sitting on the box next to him, also pricked up his ears. He knew that the next words of the so-called "high priest Ishana" must be very important.

"In my dream I saw you kneeling beside a wicked eredar, crying, Velen, I don't know what happened, but you seemed to be in pain.

I have never seen you in such pain. "

Ishana described her dream in a low voice, she said:

"The most bizarre thing is that in my dream, you held a terrible cold magic sword in your hand, and you seemed to use that sword to do something to the dead eredar.

I'm sure you're trying to save him.

For I know you, old friend, that you cannot desecrate a dead body.

And according to the information we captured from the Nathrezim spy, the Soul Eater Demon Sword happens to have the ability to revive the dead. You must be careful, Velen. "

Ishana reached out and held Velen's wrist, she said in a very concerned tone:

"Maraad's insistence is correct, and I have also seen the shadows hanging over the draenei, and the malice gathered is directed at you.

Those malice have been brewing for more than 20,000 years, and they may be about to erupt on today's battlefield.

I ask you! Velen, no matter what happens, you must not leave this ship! Even if we are all dead, you must protect yourself, and you cannot make any irrational actions.

You are the last hope for us beleaguered draenei. Huh? What’s wrong with you? Velen, why are you showing this expression?

Did I say something wrong? "

Ishana looked at Velen, whose expression was hard to describe. After being questioned by the high priest, the prophet said with a complicated expression:

"The prophecies you saw, Ishana, I saw too. On the day we left Argus twenty-five thousand years ago, on the night we left our homeland, I also prophesied that scene.

I knelt in a devastated ruin, and in my arms a fel-tainted eredar with fel blisters and fissures on his face cursed me as he died.

I couldn't understand the meaning of that scene.

But in the future I have seen, there is no such magic sword. "

"That's because fate has messed up, Prophet."

Bu Laike couldn't take it anymore.

These nathrezim were so bad at "making up fate" that their rhetoric was so bad that the master schemer, Bu Laike, was sick.

How could such a statement full of loopholes affect Velen's thoughts? Have these guys never tricked a prophet or something before?

Is this the first time they've done this to a real prophet?

No wonder they had been unable to grasp the true focus of Velen's mind.

The pirates decided to help.

So under the almost murderous stares of the other archbishops, the pirate exhaled a smoke ring and said:

"You should have discovered it? When you approached me, the soul song crystal in your hand that could help you see the future failed.

It's not because this mysterious Atama crystal has lost the power to spy on fate, it's just because it's too close to my 'singularity of fate'.

But you and I are in the business of prophets, and you should understand the uncertainty of the future.

Even the same future that you have seen many times will be reversed due to the participation of others or your own promotion. This may explain why the prophecy you saw and the prophecy seen by the high priest Ishana Somewhat slightly different.

But it's a good thing, Prophet. "

"Huh? Why do you think that's a good thing? Boo Laike."

The Prophet frowned and asked:

"I don't think it's a good thing that I have the weapon that the Legion uses to destroy us."

"Well, you might think about it the other way around."

Bu Laike shrugged and said:

"That sword is in your hand, not in the hand of a man trying to destroy the world, you must have some confidence in your charitable character?

And instead of considering the changes and differences between the two prophecies, perhaps I think you should focus on the magic sword itself.

The magic blade called 'Frostmourne', I also saw it when I spied the future some nights in Azeroth.

That's scary stuff.

But it's also something that can solve the draenei's current predicament. "

The pirate looked at the old prophet, and he whispered:

"Death and the Holy Light do not conflict, and the six forces of the original have never been in conflict. Balance! Balance is the law of the operation of all things. As you said, there are other truths besides the Holy Light.

Such an excellent life as you is loved by all the truths, as long as you are willing to listen, they will give you back everything you want.

Can the draenei save the world?

of course can!

It only takes a little sacrifice to make the currently weak draenei glow with endless hope. I mean, even those painful souls who have stepped into the door of death can be sent back to the material world .

That magic blade is a 'key,' Prophet.

In the prophecies I have seen, it is a magical power that can communicate life and death.

The Draenei have suffered a lot in the past ten years of disaster era. You didn't choose to fight when you could have fought. Your wrong strategy caused you a lot of damage.

I believe that the Prophet is full of pain in your heart, and you wish to find a time machine to travel back more than ten years, or even two hundred years ago, to slap yourself in the face when you made a wrong choice at that time.

But everything should have a second chance, and that magic sword is the 'regret medicine' for you and the Draenei.

Tune in and listen.

The miserable souls are eager to return to the world and regain the power they should have to fight for themselves, their people, and the world. As a leader, you should satisfy their desire.

Instead of letting them down a second time. "

After Bu Laike finished speaking, the entire observation platform fell silent.

All the Nathrezim were stunned, they exchanged glances with each other, completely confused about what happened just now?

Why would bastard Bu Laike speak for them, does this notoriously chaotic guy really want the dreadlords to succeed?

Or did Ms. Kim Tessa pay a heavy price unknown to them, and finally persuaded Bo Laike to turn to help?

Thinking about it carefully, it seems that among the vicious rumors about Braike, there is indeed a gossip that the stinky pirates like some "human mothers" and the like, and Ms. Jintaisha is also a well-known "beauty" in Nasrezim. .

Could it be

hiss.

No way?

Prophet Velen was silent. After nearly a minute of silence, he looked at Bu Laike with tired eyes and asked:

"So, my excellent colleague, is your suggestion to me, let me make choices according to the development of fate?"

"No, that's not what I meant."

Bu Laike shook his head and said:

"Look at you, Your Excellency Velen, look at how you have been tortured by the ever-changing fate? I mean, just this time, give up making choices based on the countless possibilities in the future.

Just this once, listen to your heart and go with how you feel.

Things have reached the worst level, how bad can it go? When fate tells you that the future is bleak, let fate go to hell!

You should make your choice as a 'Velen', not a 'prophet' or a 'leader'.

You can't expect the things that make you sick to make you well.

This is a suggestion from someone who has been there. "

"boom"

The moment Bu Laike finished speaking, a loud noise exploded in the sky of Shadowmoon Valley, and the pirates and everyone looked up.

The sky is cracked!

A terrifying "rift" has been torn open in the sky of the material world, reflecting the fel light from the Twisting Nether.

At least four demon warships of the Burning Legion are bringing their terrifying figures from the Twisting Nether into the material world bit by bit. The terrifying figures hang down, almost covering the entire Shadowmoon Valley.

In the astonishment of everyone's exclamation, in the dead silence of the entire Shadowmoon Valley battlefield, only Laike pretended to take out his dwarf pocket watch from his arms to check the time.

He shrugged and said in a strange tone:

"Well, the Legion has invaded, and the demons are at work, so on time."

(end of this chapter)