Shadow Trails in Azeroth

Blake's words silenced the entire tent.

The three centaur prophets and elders lying on the ground like war horses suddenly widened their eyes. Under the persuasion of the soul walker Black Horn, they had been looking forward to the legendary dark wisdom since last night.

And Blake did not disappoint them.

look!

He is truly a world-renowned villain!

This opening was indeed extraordinary, and it immediately broke through the imagination limits of the three prophet elders of the Malodi tribe.

They thought they would be thankful to have a complete clan left behind after the war, but they didn't realize that the pirates wanted to integrate the entire Centaur society and establish a unified civilization.

What is a pattern?

This sentence made the three elders not know what expression or language to use in response, and they felt a sense of shame in their hearts.

I am a centaur tribe known for their wisdom, but I have never dared to think of such a great achievement.

But precisely because they never dared to think about it, the three of them fell into a sluggish state after hearing Blake's words. This state made Blake helplessly shake his head.

He burned the apple core in his hand with the fire of the void, and said to the three old centaur prophets in front of him:

"I understand that you need some time to think about this important matter. After all, this is a feat that has never been done before in Centaur history.

I know you will be surprised or in disbelief, but as long as you nod, I can help you resolve your grudges with your old enemy, the tauren.

Even help you establish contact with the Kaldorei elves.

The Desolate Land is still yours. As long as you are willing to help this land that has been poisoned by you for a thousand years to regain its vitality, I think the most demanding Druids will accept you.

As you can see, I did wage a war on your land against your people, but trust me, I bear no ill will toward the centaurs.

I am just using this war to destroy the blood feuds of the old era, and use the skulls of those barbarians to lay a stronger foundation for Centaur civilization.

I just want you, children of the earth and nature, to be great again.

You have the dual blood of nature demigod and earth princess flowing in your body. On the day you are born, you are qualified to become a decisive force in this world.

You have the foundation for nobility and greatness.

You just took the wrong path. It's not your fault that you're like this. You just lack guidance.

No one has helped you before.

But now, I'm willing to do it for you. "

With everyone in the tent watching, Blake grinned a flawless smile.

Eight white teeth shined at this moment. This smile dispelled the gloomy temperament of the pirate, making him look sunny and trustworthy.

Soul Walker Black Horn curled his lips, and he said to himself that it was lucky that this guy didn't stay in the High Mountain for a long time, otherwise Ulan Gaoling's wisdom would be a bit incapable of defeating him.

Look at the nonsense he's telling the centaur now.

Gee, what perfect nonsense.

As for Elder Drek'Thar, he is now glad that he is blind. He no longer needs to pay attention to Black Shaw's evil performances. He can pretend that he has not seen or heard these terrible and ultra-nationalistic temptations. speech.

The old shaman almost didn't have to think about what a terrible and desperate future it would bring to the centaurs of the Malodi clan once they listened to Black's words.

Yes, the centaurs may indeed be unified with the help of pirates.

But what's the cost?

Forever losing the power to freely choose their future, they can only run wildly according to the script Black gave them, and there will be no day when their souls will never be freed.

This is how the devils in the story deceive people.

They will only outline a perfect future and use language to guide them, making the tempted believe that all this is a choice they made according to their own hearts.

But that's not it!

The freedom to be guided is illusory and the decision to be tempted is just a trick of the devil.

As for the last bystander, Magatha Grimtotem from the Bloodhoof clan, this legendary shaman who hates outsiders like Black in his heart seems to be able to understand the pirates' evil tricks.

She felt that such behavior was too evil.

But considering that the target was a centaur, Magatha did not say anything to stop him. Instead, he watched the "performance" of the smelly pirate with a kind of pleasure.

She even had some sympathy for these barbarians.

They had never been in contact with civilization, and the first time they came into contact with outside wisdom was a heavyweight opponent like Black Shaw. It was really difficult for these centaurs.

But the pirate didn't care about the thoughts and actions of the three people behind him.

He stood up and said to the three dubious centaur old prophets who also stood up:

"I will prove my sincerity through actions. I will free your mother. I will persuade your father to forgive you for your terrible sin. I will reveal your true nature before you.

Centaurs do not have their own gods, which may be the main reason why you fell into barbarism, but it doesn't matter, you will soon have a god who can protect you and bless you.

You should probably call her 'Grandma'.

But unfortunately, you may need to share her glory with others. "

Seeing that the centaur prophet in front of him was about to speak, Black stretched out his hand to stop him. He said:

"Don't give me the answer now, I will let you see with your own eyes everything I promised, I will pay my reward in advance, and then it will be your turn to show sincerity.

This is how things are done in the civilized world, and maybe you can start learning from now on.

I believe.

I will be the centaur's best teacher. "

After speaking, he looked around, coughed, and said to the three prophets and elders in front of him:

"If you have no objections, then find a quiet place and let's talk about the details. It will take a day or two before the war in the outside world comes to an end. I believe we can discuss a solution that satisfies both parties. plan.

That is a plan decided by you, and you can choose your own future. "

——

War in Desolace is chaotic.

Despite victory on all three battlefields, only a few centaurs were killed or captured on the spot. Most of the centaurs fled from the battlefield and began to wander throughout the entire Desolate Land.

The coalition of tauren and orcs is carrying out a brutal hunt.

Their targets were the centaur nobles who held leadership positions in centaur society, while the large number of untouchables and warriors were selectively spared.

With the help of the portals provided by the Sha'dorei pirates, who were weak in battle but had good magic skills, the tauren hunters and orc warriors could always accurately lock their targets and launch attacks.

On the third day, the night elves, who had been motionless, seemed to have received orders from their superiors. A group of Silver-Winged Sentinel hunters dispatched from Feralas also joined in this cruel and precise hunting.

It seems that the Kaldorei have finally made up their mind to take this opportunity to completely solve the centaur problem in Desolace.

This land is between the Stonetalon Mountains and the Wilds of Feralas. It is the traditional sphere of influence of the night elves. With the demons about to return to the world, it is not for the Kaldorei to solve the unstable factor in the hinterland in advance. harm.

After a brief exchange between Cairne Bloodhoof and the current leader of the Silver Winged Sentinel Vanguard, the tauren retreated from the battlefield and returned to their fortress, which meant that the ongoing hunt for the centaur nobles was taken over by the elves.

The tauren can finally free their hands to move forward with more important things.

At this time, exactly three days had passed since the war started.

In the early morning of the fourth day, with the joy of a winner and a good sleep, Lao Niu finally brought his think tank and friend Hamuul Runetotem with the very capable Sunwalker Chief Dezko. Riding the tauren's huge Kodo mount, they arrived at the source of disaster in the Desolate Land.

That is, the Centaur's holy land, Spear Valley.

Lao Niu originally thought that when the other three major tribes were attacked, the fourth tribe, the Marodi tribe, which was stationed in the Spear Valley, should also enter a state of war.

But unexpectedly, when he entered the Spear Valley, what he saw was a very quiet situation.

Although the savage centaur tomb guards were still as rude and unruly as before, they uncharacteristically gave way to the visiting tauren.

Centaur shamans were also sent to "escort" them to the depths of the sacred Spear Valley.

The centaurs along the way glared at these old enemies, the tauren, but no one took the initiative to do anything. They even spat. It was obvious that the centaurs of the Malodi tribe were not friendly.

But they seemed to have orders.

All this surprised Old Cow Kane. It was not until they were escorted into the interior of the sacred mausoleum excavated from an entire mountain under the towering Marathon hills that they understood what was happening here.

"Why are you so surprised?"

The great pirate Black Shaw leaned in a comfortable posture in the dark and crystal-filled ancient mausoleum in the gilded tent that only the prophets of the Marodi tribe were entitled to enjoy.

In addition to his "evil servants", there are three old but calm centaur prophets beside him.

That is the commander of the Malodi tribe.

But now, the three prophet leaders are guarding the evil pirate Black Shaw with a respectful attitude, and looking at the tauren who set foot on the holy land with a look of disgust but patience.

"You tamed them? It only took three days, no, two days?"

Although Lao Niu has seen many big scenes, when he saw this scene, he was still frightened by Blake's "omnipotence".

Hamuul and Sunwalker behind him also showed shocked expressions. They could not imagine that the savage centaur could show such a respectful servant temperament.

"Don't put it so harshly, what does 'taming' mean?

It's a terrible word. It brings back a lot of bad memories, some very unkind remarks, and some very bad radical ideas.

Don't use this word again. "

Blake sat cross-legged in the golden tent. He spread his hands and explained to Lao Niu:

"Our understanding of our centaur friends is too shallow. They are not all creatures cursed by savagery and violence. They occasionally follow the guidance of wisdom.

This gives me hope for a centaur union.

I described my idea to my three friends. I told them that wisdom can lead the centaurs to become great again. They felt that what I said made sense, and they were willing to help me complete my mission of appeasing the earth.

My new friends are really warm and honest, and very eager to learn.

I even plan to prepare some apprentice seats in my Warlock Academy for the centaurs of the Malodi clan. I will not only share wisdom with them, but also share power.

This kind of sharing is the basis for our long-term cooperation. "

The smelly pirate stroked the ancient centaur-style pendant that exuded power in his hand. He laughed and said:

"The Malodi clan sensed my sincerity. They were simple and grateful and even elected me as the 'Chosen Khan', and my dark wisdom would lead the centaurs to rise.

But you all know that I am a person who is indifferent to fame and fortune.

Such exaggerated glory should not belong to me.

I persuaded my friends to let you set foot on the Centaur's holy land, but in exchange, you and I will also clean up the pollution in the holy land for the friends of the Malodi tribe.

They said that evil satyrs had sneaked into the holy place, stolen their holy objects, sealed the tombs, and spread curses and darkness there, making their holy place a mess.

This is intolerable to any righteous person. I have sent my friends there to conduct reconnaissance. Are you ready?

We are going into Marathon together to cleanse our centaur friends of the dark evil. "

"That's what we're here for."

Kane touched his desert halberd, looked left and right, and said:

"But if the holy object that opens the Holy Land is stolen by Sartre, how do we get in?"

"Simple, didn't we bring cheating methods?"

Black laughed and snapped his fingers, and Blackhorn, the soul walker wearing a priest's robe behind him, took out the Hammer of Khaz'goros, the sacred object of the Highmountain Clan.

Black Horn stroked the simple stone hammer and recited a spell in a low voice.

The next moment, the ground where everyone was standing shook.

In Kane's exclamation, everyone was "swallowed" by the earth in an instant, as if melting, being pulled into the ground, and walking along the thick ground in an indescribable manner.

Ten seconds later, they were sent deep underground in the Holy Land of Marathon. In a huge cave filled with fluorescent vines and various colored crystals, the group of people was "vomited" out by the earth again.

Such an experience is a bit exciting for flesh and blood creatures, and the pressure of traveling through the earth is not something that just anyone can bear. After being sent underground by the Holy Hammer, the old centaur prophets couldn't bear it at first.

One by one, they covered their mouths and rushed to the side to vomit.

Lao Niu and his brothers were strong, but slightly dizzy.

But their expressions were not pretty, because in front of them, Magatha Grimtotem, who had been expelled from the Bloodhoof clan, was staring at them with a look of disgust and hatred.

Next to Magatha, there is a white-haired old orc shaman with black cloth strips on his eyes and a pair of elemental axes on his waist. This can make Magatha, an old war woman who has always been unruly, willing to act as a servant. Following proved the strength of this old orc shaman.

He should be the "blind prophet" respected by the orcs.

"Aren't Grom and Saurfang brothers here?"

Kane looked around and asked:

"He shouldn't miss the opportunity to challenge a powerful enemy like this, right?"

"Grom said that he is not interested in weak elemental creatures. He is leading his Warsong clan around the Desolate Land, hunting down those centaur nobles."

The old shaman said helplessly:

"You also know the bad temper of the Hellscream family. If he doesn't want to come, no one can force him. As for Saurfang, they are enjoying the joy of war with their descendants.

That's a part of family education that they all lack."

"Shua"

Before the old orc finished speaking, a shadow bloomed in front of Blake's eyes.

Wearing purple and black armor, Void Watcher Sera Moonguard strode out with steps as graceful as a cat.

She also held the head of a dark satyr in her hand. This guy must have been in pain before dying. Its eyes were wide and full of fear, and dirty blood was still dripping from under the head.

"The Satyr Lord Velitarn is dead, and the Satyrs under his command are being hunted. Give us some time, Captain, the dark filth they spread is about to end."

Blake nodded with satisfaction. The efficiency of the Watchers was as admirable as ever.

He threw the head of the Satyr Lord who had polluted the Holy Land to the three Centaur prophets behind him, making the Centaurs who had been suffering from the inability to purify the Holy Land rejoice.

If they had doubts about Black's words before, then after seeing the substantial proof given by the pirates, they no longer had any doubts about Black's wisdom and strength.

Looking at the respectful manners of the three old centaurs towards Black, Soul Walker Blackhorn, Magatha Grimtotem and the old orc Drek'Thar shook their heads at the same time.

The centaurs in Desolace have willingly stepped into the beautiful blueprint carefully prepared by Black for them, and they are determined to make the centaur civilization great again.

The more determined they are, the tighter they will be tied by the thread of darkness. They will shout for glory and become the best puppets in Black's hands.

Fight desperately for the pirate's ambition, and regard the pirate's ideal as the ultimate pursuit of his civilization.

Unless Black showed some kindness, they were hopeless.