Azeroth Shadow Trail

Chapter 54 53. Safiel's determination

"Big brother!"

In the palace painting academy, little Jaina exclaimed when she saw the eyes in front of her.

But the next moment, she realized.

I have identified the wrong person.

My big brother is not as thin as the kind gentleman in front of me.

Moreover, he still has a bruise on his cheek, and he is not as handsome as his big brother. The big brother in his memory is a very sunny person, and he does not have such a gloomy temperament.

This is another person.

He is not his own big brother.

"thank you, sir."

Jaina was put on the ground by Laike, she politely thanked her husband for helping her, and looked at him curiously.

Rogues are not allowed to sneak in the court.

But the gentleman in front of him appeared from the shadows, which proved that he had a special status.

who is he?

Bo Laike just nodded.

Forcibly suppress the emotional fluctuations in his heart that do not belong to him.

Memories of Prince Drake rolled in his mind, as if a voice was urging him to hug the blood-linked relative in front of him, but he couldn't do it.

"Be careful, little princess, a lady can't be so rude."

He said something in a hoarse voice.

Then turn around and leave.

"Orc Killer!"

As a result, Alsace, who got up from the ground next to him, saw the iconic dress of Laike, and immediately exclaimed. The little prince ran down the steps with light in his eyes.

He raised his head, looked up and down at Bo Laike, and said:

"I heard your story from the mentor Muradin, orc killer! The mentor said that you killed hundreds of green-skinned orcs alone! You are really good!

I will also become a powerful fighter like you in the future! Like you, defend my people! "

The little prince said loudly:

"Salute to the Warriors!"

"I do not doubt your courage, Your Highness Arthas."

Bu Laike looked at him, then at Jaina next to him, and said:

"But to become a warrior, you can't start by bullying a lady, can you?"

"I'm wrong."

Alsace scratched his hair angrily, lowered his head, and whispered:

"I didn't mean to piss off Gianna, she's a good friend of mine, I just accidentally said about his big brother, actually I adore Drake big brother too.

He was a hero, unfortunately he has left us. "

"No! You're talking nonsense!"

Hearing this, Jaina turned her head and screamed like a kitten with fried fur:

"My big brother didn't die! He promised me that after the voyage, he would come to Dalaran to see me. He never lied to me. You all lied to me that the big brother died in battle.

but no!

He hasn't left me, and I still dream about him.

Dreams of him taking me fishing in Kul Tiras, dreams of him with me, and Mom and Dad, and stupid Tandred, and a blonde sister I don't know.

My instructor told me that the mage's dream is the reflection of the real world in the arcane magic net, and they all have special meanings.

My big brother is definitely alive!

You are not allowed to talk nonsense! "

Alsace suddenly looked helpless, and he could see a strange expression on his handsome face at a young age. The entire human kingdom knew that Prince Drake was killed in battle.

But the little princess in front of her just refused to admit it.

No one could persuade her.

"I have seen your big brother, little princess Jaina, I served on the battleship Dreadnought in the Battle of Khaz Modan, and I have seen the heroic battle of Prince Drake with my own eyes.

He is indeed a hero. "

Bu Laike knelt down and said to Jaina, who was only nine years old in front of him:

"I was a witness of that battle. People like me, you should rarely find them."

"Really?"

The little mage was surprised at this moment.

But there was also fear and uneasiness in the big blue eyes.

She clutched the corner of her skirt, afraid that she would hear the same tragic news from the mouth of this strange Mr. Stalker who made her feel close to her.

The little Alsace next to him also became nervous.

He knew how much the death of Prince Drake had affected his friends.

He was also afraid that Bo Laike would tell the cruel truth again.

But Boo Laike didn't.

He just said to Jaina briefly:

"Prince Drake and his battleship Dreadnought were indeed hit by a red dragon controlled by orcs."

Jaina's eyes immediately filled with tears, and her body shook a little, but the next moment, Bu Laike's tone changed slightly, and he said softly:

"I saw him fall into the sea with my own eyes, and there was chaos there. I don't know if he survived. But equally, I can't be sure whether he really died there."

Bo Laike stood up, took a step back, and called the shadow to wrap around his body.

He winked at Jaina and said softly:

"But if even an incompetent person like me can escape from that terrifying battlefield, maybe"

"I knew it, my big brother is not dead!"

The little princess wiped away her tears at this moment, she showed a smile, and said firmly:

"He will definitely come back to see me. He never lied to me. He will definitely do what he promised me. I knew they were all lying to me.

thank you, sir.

Thank you for bringing back the news of my big brother, father will be very happy too, me."

"shh"

The moment he escaped into the shadows, Bo Laike stretched out his gauntleted finger, put it to his mouth, and made a silent movement.

He said to little Jaina:

"There is a magical wishing fountain in Dalaran, right? Little princess, you should know that some beautiful wishes will not come true once you say them.

Wait with hope.

He will show up.

One day, he will come back to you.

I promise. "

"Ok."

The little princess immediately covered her mouth, as if she was afraid that if she said her wish, it would not work like the legendary wish. She and Alsace watched Bo Laike escape into the shadows.

Seconds later, little Arthas whispered to little Jaina:

"Are you happy now? That's the Orc Slayer, a warrior of the Alliance. He just bravely assassinated a green-skinned legendary sword master. He won't lie.

Maybe your big brother is recuperating somewhere right now.

Maybe he is like you, waiting for his injury to heal, and then miraculously appears in front of your eyes. In short, don't be angry, okay?

Varian is still waiting for us in the banquet hall, we."

"boom"

Before Alsace could finish his sentence, a fist hit him lightly on the top of his head from behind.

Then a fifteen or sixteen-year-old black-haired young man who also wore a prince's ribbon hugged Alsace and Jaina's shoulders from behind.

He whispered:

"So, who bullied little Jaina? Is it the idiot Arthas? Little Jaina, do you need my help to beat him up?"

"Varian!"

The two children yelled at the same time.

They smiled and turned around to hug the young man behind them.

He is Varian Wrynn, Prince of Stormwind Kingdom who lives in exile in the northern border and temporarily lives in the court of Lordaeron. He is fifteen years old this year. The three of them are very good friends.

They are also destined to make a big career in the future.

On the eaves farther away, Bo Laike squatted in the shadows, looking over here, he saw little Jaina chirping and saying something to Varian, and Varian listened tenderly.

He saw the future Supreme King of the Alliance, taking care of little Jaina and Arthas like a kind big brother, and he also showed a smile in the shadows.

He looked down at the silver anchor pendant in his hand.

The crest of the Proudmoore family was also melted in the dragon fire. He originally planned to give it to Jaina, but now, he glanced at him and shook his head.

He stood up silently and moved his shoulders.

Not yet.

In his spare time, Laike also thought about how to use the identity of Drake Proudmoore to get along with his family members, but after thinking about it, he didn't get an answer.

It's like asking a sane adult to adapt and integrate into a family of complete strangers overnight.

Even if only utilitarian factors are considered, this is impossible.

Even Bu Laike knows the stories of everyone in that family and the life trajectory of everyone.

He is familiar with them.

He even knew them better than they themselves, but the more he was like this, the more daunting he was about the rough fate of that family in the future.

Moreover, he has no way of guaranteeing that he will play that prince in front of these relatives who are most familiar with Redek Proudmoore, without revealing his secrets.

It is true that Kul Tiras does not have legendary priests like Faol's crown, but they have the Church of Storms there, and those tidesages are no less powerful than the mages of Dalaran.

What's more, behind the Church of the Storm, which is very close to the Proudmoore family, is also implicated in the most dangerous and demagogic force in the world of Azeroth.

That is a more dangerous power than Hela's Hell Abyss.

He wasn't ready to step in yet.

After entering the new world, his own life was a mess. He also doesn't have the ability to change the heavy fate of that family in the future when the Bronze Dragon is chasing him.

Well, speaking of trouble, speaking of bronze dragons

Bu Laike recovered from his delusions, looked at the dark sky in the distance, rubbed his chin, and thought to himself:

"I left a warning last time, I hope you learn to behave better."

——

Icewind Post, the place where the Burning Blade Clan was defeated.

The young bronze dragon Sefiel in the form of a high elf is conducting investigation and testing here, and this battlefield has been cleaned up by Ravenholdt's assassins.

Anything of value is recycled.

But that is just cleaning in the eyes of mortals. In the eyes of a bronze dragon, there are still many traces that cannot be ignored.

Safiel was suspended in the air a few inches above the ground.

In her yellow snake-eyed dragon eyes, streams of quicksand breeze emerged from the surrounding night, outlining everything that happened that night.

It's like a cool holographic projection, like a movie is playing, Seifel is like a real bystander, standing there.

Looking at everything that happened here a few days ago.

She saw Lao Daer being surrounded and assassinated by the Assassin Alliance.

Also saw the Shadow Council spoiler.

Things were normal up to here, but then, the appearance of time residue Drake Proudmoore immediately led the situation out of control.

Dahl. Triple Blood Blade died in battle three months early.

Sanksu, the Flame Blade, who was supposed to die in the old Dahl battle after the last battle of the old tribe in the Burning Plain, fell into the hands of the last Fire Blade Saint Samuro, and was also killed by Derek Proud Moore got it.

Lantresor Burning Blade, who was supposed to return to the incomplete world of Dellano alone after the war and make a career on the Nagrand grassland, was captured alive by Halduron Brightwing.

Now locked in the Violet Prison in Dalaran.

The old swordsman Jupeel, who shouldn't have died here, also died in the siege of Pasonia and Muradin. To make matters worse, Dahl's legendary body was obtained by the Shadow Council.

"What a mess!"

There was anger in Safiel's eyes.

Although the changes caused by the changes of Old Dar and the Burning Blade Clan are far from enough to affect the fluctuation of the world line, for it, this wanton change of the timeline is tantamount to provocation again.

If Drake Proudmoore is allowed to continue his activities.

The more and more small quantitative changes he brought about will sooner or later turn into irreversible qualitative changes.

"Ok?"

Just when Seifel was sulking, it suddenly seemed to hear a familiar sound, like the sound of some kind of string being fluctuated.

This surprised her.

"There was another slight disturbance in the timeline, Jaina Proudmoore's fate line shook a little bit, it's that nasty time residue again!

He is provoking me! "

Seifel suddenly raised his head and clenched his fists.

It looked in the direction of Lordaeron City, but this time it did not act recklessly, but stayed where it was, calling out its past and future self.

Ask them to help check around.

The foolish failure of Dunholde Castle had taught it the importance of details, and half an hour later the future and past Sephiel reported to the present.

There is no sign of a time paradox!

The important world-line figures in Northern Xinjiang are all in their respective positions.

The general situation of the war has not been affected either. Orgrim Doomhammer has joined forces with the Amani trolls in the Hinterlands and is preparing to attack Quel'Thalas.

The human army, also led by General Turalyon, rushed to the Hinterlands to form an alliance with the Wildhammer dwarves, preparing to stop the Horde army.

The Orc Warlock Gul'dan's Ravager Clan and Twilight's Hammer Clan are beginning to secretly study the magic defense of the high elves, and with the help of the runestones of Renault Bandir's magical enchantment, they have spawned more two-headed ogres.

Except for the slight fluctuations in Lordaeron City, the rest of the world is as usual.

very good!

Safiel took off in the shape of a dragon full of confidence, and flew in the direction of Lordaeron City.

It has grown.

It learned its lesson.

It checks all possible problems in advance.

It blocked all possibilities for the cunning Drake Proudmoore to play tricks.

this time.

It can't lose!

(end of this chapter)