Azeroth Shadow Trail

Chapter 945 42. This is definitely not retaliation, Ms. Elisande, it's just a normal military transfer【415】

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Bu Laike ran to Stormfjord to wait for the start of Odin's power trial. At this time, there were still a few days before the start, and the stinky pirate decided to go to the Vrykul for a while.

He wanted to see if he could trick some shield girls into serving as thugs.

In the Battle of Hell, the powerful fighting power of these Odin's female wolves left a deep impression on the pirates, and he felt that the strength of his Marine Corps urgently needed to be strengthened.

While Bu Laike was visiting the shield girl's tribe, something related to him was happening in Valsharah.

After Lord Ravencrest returned to his loyal domain, his Crow Legion underwent a terrible transformation overnight, as if the body of a warrior finally had its own soul.

The entire Black Rook Castle seemed to "come alive" in an instant.

The Rhines who had been formally assigned to the Black Rook Legion received a new task. They awakened all the dead in the entire Black Rook Castle as quickly as possible, even those rotting bones were not spared.

This allowed Lord Ravencrest to have barely enough manpower overnight.

Therefore, when Archdruid Malfurion Stormrage, who had just woken up from the den, and his wife Tyrande Windtalker, High Priest of the Moon, were invited to visit their dead, what they saw was Several death knights are directing the skeleton soldiers to rebuild the collapsed arrow tower.

The dilapidated city gate of Black Rook Castle has been temporarily repaired, although compared with the glorious Black Rook Castle in the memory of Malfurion and his wife, it still looks very dilapidated.

But considering that Lord Ravencrest has been awake for less than a week, this work efficiency is already amazing.

And when the two distinguished guests in disguise were ushered into Black Rook Castle by the Ranger General of the Black Crow Legion, what they saw made the two Kaldorei leaders feel surprised and uncomfortable.

Silent undead are at work everywhere.

They are still performing their duties according to the establishment ten thousand years ago. Even in the huge animal pen, there are undead beast masters who are feeding those ghost magic saber leopards with soul fragments that they don't know where.

And the hippogryph knights in the sky are also patrolling in formation.

Their patrol range extends from Black Rook Hold as the center, eastward to the Blind Swamp in Highmountain, and westward to the edge of the coast of Val'sharah.

Because the southern end is the relationship between the Temple of the Moon God and the Druid Sleeping Grove, there are no additional patrols, probably because the undead don't want to conflict with the worshipers of nature at this time.

This is also the main reason why Malfurion and Tyrande were invited here today.

Lord Ravencrest wanted to talk to them about the relationship between the Black Crow Legion and the Kaldorei Luna Kingdom, how to get along, and how to conduct diplomacy.

But what is certain is that they were invited to visit the lord, rather than the lord taking the initiative to visit them, which means that Lord Ravencrest and his Black Crow Legion obviously do not intend to become vassals of the Kaldorei.

This is a bit of a headache.

"Malfurion, this makes me uncomfortable."

Ms. Tyrande Windtalker did not wear her iconic moon-white sacrificial dress today, but was wearing a hunting suit and carrying a bow like a night elf ranger.

A coat and cloak concealed her body, but it did not detract from her stunning beauty.

The Priest of the Moon is a Kaldorei, and her skin is the same mysterious lavender color as other Kaldorei.

But she is fairer, with bright eyes like moonlight dotted on her flamboyant cheeks, and plump and sexy lips under her straight nose.

As a priest of the moon, she has facial lines on the skin above and below her eyes, but this does not detract from the shocking beauty of this face, but adds a touch of wildness to her.

The elves' characteristic long eyebrows are indigo green, which is the same color as her long hair. This hair color will show a more beautiful blue under the moonlight.

And on the forehead of the priest of the moon, there is a crescent moon symbol.

It is not an ordinary decoration, but a unique emblem of being a chosen one of the Moon God.

If Maiev Shadowsong is the dark moon god chosen by the moon god, then Tyrande Windtalker represents the bright and holy side of the moon god.

As the God of the Moon God, Ms. Tyrande's frontal combat power may not be as powerful as Maiev, but once she opens the distance and uses divine magic and powerful shooting skills to confront the enemy, any enemy will feel the cruel power crushing pressure.

Tyrande is definitely the combination of Azeroth's most powerful priest and hunter. She is not a demigod, but like Maiev, she is not far from a demigod.

At this moment, Ms. Moon Sacrifice looked at the laboring undead left and right, she frowned and said:

"This is against the will of the Moon God. We shouldn't treat the dead like this. They should rest in peace the moment their lives end."

"They are not kaldorei, my love."

The Archdruid Malfurion Stormrage beside Tyrande let out a long sigh, his tone was still a little weak, after all, he just woke up from a long nightmare.

If it weren't for the seriousness of today's matter, Malfurion would not have come here with his wife.

He also looked at the situation in Black Rook Castle and said:

"Lord Ravencrest and this Black Rook Castle have never been the territory of the Moon God, they believe in the principles of the Highborne.

Even though you and I know that Lord Ravencrest is not one of those fallen, we cannot be too critical when it comes to matters of faith.

After all, if it wasn't for him back then, the world wouldn't exist now.

The world owes him a favor that will never be light. The will of nature has not expressed more anger, has the moon god issued a will to you? "

Tyrande shook his head.

she says:

"The moonlight is peaceful, and Elune acquiesces to their existence."

"Then let's finish this conversation today as the leader of the Kaldorei, not as a believer."

Malfurion reached out and patted his wife on the shoulder, giving her an encouraging smile, and Tyrande nodded too.

But the way she looked at her husband was somewhat strange.

It's not that the loyal priest of the moon is empathizing with someone else, but Malfurion's current posture is a bit strange.

That face was still the gentle face in memory, the long green hair and beard were well repaired, and the natural battle lines on his face were as vivid as in memory.

Although the Stormrage brothers were born in the common people, the appearance of the two brothers belonged to the "handsome" category among the night elves, but their temperaments were quite different.

As the big brother, Malfurion is more calm, revealing a sense of security that people can rely on.

But Illidan is more wild and free. In Laike's words, Illidan is a handsome ruffian who doesn't care about the consequences and doesn't bother to explain to others.

But now, Malfurion, who returned from the nightmare, has some strange "decorations".

Two sword-like antlers protruded from his hair, and wings covered with white feathers grew behind his arms. This beastly feature made him look very different from ordinary elves.

And in Malfurion's beard representing wisdom, there are flowers blooming and blooming.

This is all a manifestation of the force of nature's love for a life, but the problem is that nature seems to love the Archdruid too much, so that he has begun to leave his human form.

Of course, the pirates have already explained this situation to the Moonclaw Archdruid.

This is because Malfurion was fighting against the void in his nightmare and needed natural assistance. After a long period of confrontation, his body was mutated.

This mutation made Malfurion even more powerful.

But alas, it is irreversible.

In other words, Ms. Tyrande has to accept that she has a "bird man" husband from now on, er, which is actually not a bad thing.

After all, from all aspects, it is a very novel experience.

The husband and wife walked into the main castle of Black Rook Castle, and the death knights along the way did not look sideways. They were the elite of the anti-magic coalition army in life, and they will only become more loyal to their duties after death.

It's just that these dead are silent, making the huge Black Rook Castle look like no man's land.

To be honest, it's a bit intrusive.

"Ka Ka Ka"

The heavy door of the lord's hall was slowly pushed open by the death knight. As the archdruid and the high priest entered the hall, they immediately saw Lord Kutalos Ravencrest sitting on the lord's throne.

On his left stood his daughter, and on his right was Dean Lanyue holding a staff.

Several commanders of the Black Crow Legion, Mistress Blood and her adjutant Fandos were lined up on both sides of the hall, and the undead servants of the Ravencrest family were busy at the reception table in the hall.

They arranged the freshly picked fruits and the 10,000-year-old drinks properly, and took out those precious vessels, trying their best to create a scene for distinguished guests.

This scene brought the two Kaldorei back to 10,000 years ago in a trance.

The last time they came to Black Rook Castle, it was almost exactly the same as the scene before them.

The only difference is that the elf empire has perished in time, and the old people in front of them have become another form of life.

"Welcome to both of you. The dilapidated Black Rook Castle is flourishing today."

Lord Ravencrest was wearing his own black armor, and his longsword, radiant with cold light and dotted with runelight, lay beside his leg.

He expressed his joy at the arrival of the two Kaldorei leaders with the tone of a host welcoming guests.

He tried very hard to show his kindness, but it was a pity that death made his every move, even his smile, full of a sense of coldness and sternness.

It is difficult for the dead to please the living.

Whatever they do, they make the living feel threatened.

The atmosphere was a little awkward for a while.

"I've said it all, Ravencrest, we undead are not good at holding banquets."

Dean Blue Moon sighed, and she said to Ravencrest:

"Your arrangement makes them feel uncomfortable, and it also makes us at a loss, just as I said, don't engage in these rituals in life, and don't try to get back to the past.

Let's finish today's conversation in the straight-forward way of the undead. "

"Well, indeed."

Your Excellency also let out a long sigh.

The biggest problem of becoming undead is here, they still have memories of the past, but it is already difficult for them to have any emotional fluctuations in those memories.

Reminiscing about the past is like looking at another person's life, whether they are sad or happy, it is difficult to move them at all.

Lord Ravencrest is fine.

He had at least one biological daughter by his side, which could warm his memories somewhat, but the other undead in Black Rook Castle were not so lucky.

Everyone's temperament has changed drastically, everyone is confused, and everyone is longing for a war with the devil.

Not that they are naturally warlike, it's just that they don't know what to do but fight. That is the only "main task" after they wake up in this era.

"Then, I'll be straight."

Sitting on the throne, Lord Ravencrest put his hands on the armrests, and said to Malfurion and Tyrande in a calm and indifferent tone:

"The Burning Legion is returning to this world, two.

The war 10,000 years ago was not over, it was just a truce. It is for this reason that we, the dead, are summoned to this time that is not mine, and we have no intention of conflicting with the living.

Nor are our blades drawn to fight you.

The mission of the Black Crow Legion to exist here can only be clarified on the battlefield. I invite the two of you here today to reiterate this view.

We will not seek expansion in the lands of Val'sharah or the Kaldorei, nor will we violate your religious taboos by converting the dead night elves into our members.

Both of us can pretend the other doesn't exist and do our own thing.

We are also happy to help if you need it.

As long as your people can accept the aid of the dead. "

After Ravencrest finished his thoughts, Malfurion and Tyrande both heaved a sigh of relief.

The biggest problem with the dead is that they cannot reproduce naturally.

If they want to expand their power, they must find the dead to wake them up.

Such behavior is a terrible blasphemy in the belief of the moon god or the natural classics. Once Lord Ravencrest decides to expand his power, the war between the Kaldorei and the Black Crow Legion is inevitable.

Now, Your Excellency the lord took the lead in setting an example, which made the potential conflict between the two disappear in an instant.

The atmosphere in the hall suddenly became peaceful.

"That's what we think too, Your Excellency."

High Priest Tyrande said gently:

"We came to Black Rook Castle with this kind of thinking in mind to meet with our old friend from ten thousand years ago. I am very happy to see that you are still as wise as you were ten thousand years ago. Death has not weakened your wisdom."

"In addition, we received full assistance from Black Rook Castle in the Battle of the Ancients 10,000 years ago. If you and your soldiers were not on the front line to resist the demons, we would never have hoped to win the war."

Malfurion also said sincerely:

"We, and even the whole world, owe you a debt of gratitude. We are here today to express our gratitude and respect for being 10,000 years late."

"There is no need to say these polite words, Malfurion, and Tyrande, you are all my juniors, I should protect you and your friends.

I also choose to fight to protect the world.

It belongs not only to me, but also to my daughter, and to all people who want peace in their hearts. My only regret is that I couldn't keep Illidan and talk him out of that horrible idea. "

Lord Ravencrest replied:

"I have learned from my daughter what happened to Illidan after he left Black Rook Hold, and I am sorry, Malfurion, for not being able to take good care of your brother.

As his mentor, I have not been able to stop him from going down that damned path. "

When the lord mentioned his apprentice Illidan, the expressions of Malfurion and Tyrande became sad. The relationship between these three people was too messy.

There is also a trace of taboo in the chaos.

If the Lord Ravencrest in front of him was not the real elder and their benefactor, the archdruid would have stopped him immediately if others mentioned it.

"Ravencrest, you really can't talk."

Dean Lanyue shook her head. She felt the embarrassment of the two people in front of her, so she took the conversation and talked about the second matter.

she says:

"Now that the misunderstanding between the two parties has been resolved, I will make a request to the Kaldorei on behalf of the Black Crow Legion. We will not develop our power in the Kaldorei territory.

But other elves are not protected by this.

Just in the hinterland of the Kaldorei kingdom, in the wilderness of Feralas, there is a city of thousands of years, Elesalas, which is the hometown of the Sin Della elves.

Now they are all accepted by Elisande, but there are a huge number of dead buried in that city."

The dean pushed her crystal glasses, and she said:

"The Black Crow Legion will train there!

That city of ten thousand years will become our barracks and recruit training camp, and the Black Crow Legion will expand at least one forward legion and one spellcaster legion in the next few months.

This is all to ward off the threat of demons.

I think the Watcher should also report the situation in Dellano world to the Sisterhood of Elune.

So, in the face of the imminent crisis, the wise Ms. Tyrande and Your Excellency Malfurion will not stop our actions, right? "

"There, isn't it already occupied by Xia Duolei?"

Tyrande asked suspiciously.

Lord Ravencrest glanced at his silent daughter, and he said subtly:

"It is now, but as long as the two nod their heads, it will not be soon. Counting the time of mobilization, transportation and preparations, the attack may take about 20 days to a month

Well, the transportation force does not need to trouble the Kaldorei fleet to provide support.

We have enough capacity.

We also have not so reassuring, but pleasant allies. You can go back, two, and we will see you on the battlefield. "

(end of this chapter)