Shadow Trails in Azeroth

Chapter 1127 223. People who are too honest cannot do bad things - monthly tickets plus updates [1920]

"So, you're leaving?"

In Evernight Harbor, Black, who had successfully received the blessing of the Nian Beast, was bidding farewell to his tauren and orc friends. This parting came so suddenly that both Kane and the orcs were a little stunned.

"Of course, I came to Moonlight Grove just to imbue my weapons with the blessing of the Nian Beast."

The stinking pirate raised the Wolf's Edge in his hand. The sharp blade blessed by the Nian Beast seemed to be entangled with endless flames as he waved it. Anyone who was close to the weapon could feel the burning on it.

He patted his war spear and said to the others:

"Now that I have achieved my goal, there is no point in staying here. You can also see that the druids here don't like me very much.

They thought it was me who had seduced their forest king to go to Desolate Land in advance, and spread the obscene and blood-curdling scandal between me and Queen Ysera.

They were all a bunch of assholes who wanted me to leave as soon as possible. I could feel it when someone wanted me to go away. "

Blake complained, poured wine into his mouth, and said to the others:

"Besides, my time is tight and I have to go to the desolate Azshara coast, so I won't continue to waste time here with you.

But I heard that there are signs of demons in Felwood, not far from Moonglade. "

The smelly pirate rubbed his chin, looked at the orcs beside him, and said:

"It is said that some of them played a very disgraceful role in the corruption of the orcs. Maybe you would like to go there and help the druids kill a few demons?

Anyway, when you leave Moonlight Grove in a few days, you will have to pass there. "

"Of course, we'd love to."

After Brox heard Black say that the demon in Felwood was suspected to have appeared in Draenor, he immediately narrowed his eyes, put down the glass of fruit wine and made a promise.

"Did you go to Azshara's coast to bring bad luck to the naga?"

Old Cow Kane also put down his cup. He looked at Blake and said angrily:

"Do you need my help?

I heard from the druids here that the Nagas gathered an army in those ruins many years ago. We are discussing with the elves about going to Azshara to log wood after the city is established on the banks of the Raging River. .

Anyway, we will have to confront the Nagas sooner or later, so why not take advantage of the opportunity for me to go there to help you and inspect the enemy's situation. "

"No need."

Blake refused:

“I have my business to do there, so you should stay here with Hamuul and discuss with the druids the issue of recruiting tauren druids.

This is a big deal for you.

But don't wait too long. After you move to the Barrens, my people will send you the first batch of supplies, and a dedicated person will contact you then. "

The pirate patted the table, raised his glass, and said to the people in front of him:

"Well, everyone, I may be traveling twice in the near future. I don't know when I will meet again next time. I wish you a happy life, and if you encounter misfortune, I wish you a worthy death."

After saying that, he drank the wine in the glass in one gulp, waved his hand freely, and disappeared into the shadow of the house with the leader of the wolf on his back. The unlucky blessing he left behind also made a group of orcs very dissatisfied.

But this has nothing to do with stinky pirates.

He used the swift hippogryph provided by the druids to take the sky route and flew to Astrana in Ashenvale, the elven city where they had stayed before.

Black planned to stay in Astrana for a day, then take the land route through the entire Ashenvale forest and finally reach the Azshara coast adjacent to Ashenvale.

Calculating that there was just enough time, he could still experience the feeling of the Elf Tavern.

But what disappoints the pirates is that although Astrana, a large elven city, does have taverns for travelers, it is not lively at all.

There is no chaos or mixed bag like a tavern should have.

The elves seemed to think that the tavern was just a place to drink, and their peaceful and lazy personalities made their tavern no fun at all. The pirates lost interest before even finishing a bottle of fruit wine.

He left a few silver coins in disappointment and walked around the elven city of Astlanna, purchasing some fine arrows handmade by elven hunters, and making special arrows for the druids. I bought some rare materials from the big tree house that sold spellcasting materials, and then wandered into the residential area of ​​the elf city.

The night elves are worthy of being ridiculed by other elf factions as "barbarians who live in the trees". Their urban residential areas are built on huge and towering trees.

These big trees planted by druids are particularly tall. Each tree is rare in the human world, and along different thick branches you can reach the homes of different elves.

A giant tree is a "community".

They will carve climbing stairs on the tree trunks, or simply hang water vines to weave soft ladders. Climbing such soft ladders is difficult for humans, but it is easy for elves who are naturally flexible.

Blake identified the big trees in the residential area. He was looking for a specific "house number" and saw a group of elf children chasing each other and playing.

They were playing out the plot of the War of the Ancients. There were boys who wore druid masks to play Malfurion, and there were also children who wore strips of cloth over their eyes to play Illidan.

The person who plays Tyrande Windspeaker is a very beautiful little girl. She wears a carefully woven wreath on her long green hair.

A group of children had a great time, and Blake, who was squatting on a branch nearby, was also very happy to watch. He even applauded and whistled for the children's superb performance.

Also throw them delicious gnome gummy candies to reward their fun performances.

Although each of these little children in front of him is much bigger than him.

The growth of night elves is a very magical and mysterious process. Not much is known to the outside world, but what is known is that the growth period of elf children is particularly long because of their immortality.

But another sequelae of immortality is that the aging of elves is often uncontrolled, and they are prone to aging rapidly after encountering some bad things.

This is likely related to changes in mood.

Reflected on children, those with calm and precocious personalities will have a much shorter early childhood than their peers, while innocent children will maintain their childish attitude for a longer period of time.

Of course, for the immortal Kaldorei, changes in appearance are not a big deal, and in their tradition, age means nothing.

The most vivid example of this strange feature is the beautiful little girl in front of Black who is playing Tyrande Windtalker.

Istaria Staghelm.

The granddaughter of Fandral Staghelm, the only daughter of Valstann Staghelm and Lyana, she was still pregnant in her mother's belly when she lost her father in the Battle of Quicksand a thousand years ago.

But now a thousand years have passed, and this girl still looks like a half-grown child.

This growth rate is considered very slow even among elves, but there are rumors that this is Staghelm using natural magic to bless his granddaughter.

Let her grow up in the healthiest way.

Or maybe Old Staghelit didn't want his granddaughter to grow up too early, which would make her realize the sadness of loss earlier.

"Ouch"

With a faint neighing sound, the black-feathered falcon flew over the surrounding towering trees like a ghost and landed accurately on Blake's shoulder. After resting in Moonlight Grove for a few days, Hisari Black Crow, who was in a very good mood, turned her head and looked at the little girl below.

She said to Blake in Soul Link:

"Lord Staghelm is waiting for you at his home. Also, I don't think you have too much contact with Istaria. Everyone in the Cenarion Order knows that this little girl is the center of Staghelm's heart.

If you dare to do something bad to her, Staghelit will definitely strangle you to death with his own hands. "

"Do I look like such a bad person?"

Blake complained.

He stood up, took out a large bag of gummy candies from his bag, and threw them next to the children, causing the elf children to exclaim with joy.

They weren't worried that there was something wrong with the delicious candy.

Astrana City is protected by the Ancient Tree of War and the Ancient Tree of Wisdom, so bad guys and poisonous things cannot enter at all.

"Hey, eat less sugar! That little idiot over there, you are almost losing your teeth. If you eat too much sugar, be careful your teeth will become crooked."

Blake stood up on the branch, shouted to the children below who were distributing candies under the auspices of the little girl Istaria, and then followed the guidance of Hisari Black Crow, all the way up the crisscrossing branches, Arriving at the treehouse where Staghelm is.

This is obviously not Old Staghelm's home.

It should be the quiet place that Staghelm specially found for today's meeting. It is located at the top of the big tree. From here, you can easily see the entire city of Astrana.

When Black opened the door and came in, the white-haired Fandral Staghelm was making tea.

Using the natural technique that druids are good at, he mixed together the leaves newly picked in the forest and brewed them with boiling water to create a light aroma.

This is the "tea" of elves, more like an herbal soup.

But it’s much better than the sailor’s black tea in Kul Tiras. There’s a reason why Black’s “hometown” is derided as a food desert.

"I have been awaiting your arrival."

Staghelm meets Black for the first time.

But he didn't act like a stranger. He smiled and maintained a polite but friendly expression, as if he was entertaining friends from afar.

This does not seem to be consistent with the reputation of this archdruid who is rumored to have a fiery and stubborn personality.

Well, maybe because he had something to plead with Black?

"Because of your help, I saw my son again, which rekindled hope in my already despairing heart."

Staghelm placed a cup of tea in front of the pirate. He didn't chat for too long and said bluntly:

"I helped your friend tame the King Insect in Silithus. I think this has represented my sincerity and attitude. I think that since you are so powerful and can communicate with the world of life and death, there must be a way to do so. Let me see my son again.

What I mean is, let my family be reunited and never be separated again. "

When he said this, Staghelm stared closely into Blake's eyes. He didn't even hide his desire and openly exposed his weaknesses.

This gesture made Blake raise an eyebrow.

People who do this are either noobs who don't know anything, or they are strong guys who are very confident in their own strength and are not worried that their weaknesses will be exploited.

The pirate coughed and said in a strange tone:

"You probably haven't attempted suicide during this time, right?"

"No, although I'd love to try."

Deer Helmet sighed, looked at the lush tree crown outside the window, and said:

"My son has told me the problem with the Kaldorei. As long as the World Tree continues to exist, it means that our souls will always return to Nordrassil after their lifetimes are over.

The eternal life granted by the Aspect Dragon is like a lock that blesses us but also separates us from the cycle of life and death.

Immortality is not a bad thing.

But for my situation, it makes me very desperate. I don't know how I can break this blessing and curse?

How can I enter the normal cycle of life and death?

Only then can I meet my children in another world. Mr. Black, a wise man like you can definitely give me an answer, right? "

"Just blow up the World Tree."

Black gave a joking answer, but when he saw Staghelm actually thinking about this suggestion, the pirate almost spit out the hot tea in his mouth.

He waved his hands and said:

"I was just joking, don't go crazy.

Listen to me, the rules of the Shadow Realm are very strange. Even if you get rid of eternal life and enter that world in soul form, you may not be assigned to the Arden Fairyland where Valstann is.

I mean, other druids can definitely go, but you can't.

The things you have done will turn into sins, and your sins determine where you will go after death. Therefore, entering the Shadowlands through normal means is an adventure for you.

But we can use another method to ensure that you can see Valstann again. "

"any solution?"

Staghelm asked urgently.

Blake made a tearing motion and said:

"The reason why life and death cannot come into contact is because of the isolation of the curtain of life and death. That curtain is very stable now, but according to my prophecy, it will soon face challenges.

As long as we seize this opportunity, it is possible to tear apart a fragment-like node in the curtain of life and death.

In this way, you can step into the world of death with a living body. "

The pirate coughed and lowered his voice and said:

"I have a way to take you into the Arden Fairyland on your own feet, so that you can see your son alive, and you don't have to experience death again.

but.

I am missing a key thing now, a treasure forged from the Eternals of the Shadow Realm, which will be sent into this world in the future.

And I want to ensure that it is manipulated by me when it falls into this world. "

"Where is it?"

Deer Helmet got straight to the point and asked:

"How do I get it?"

"We have to do something that looks bad to others to provide an opportunity for that thing to come. This is a conspiracy that is not presided over by me.

Now the power to play cards is still in the hands of the conspirators behind the scenes. I hate this feeling. It seems that I have returned to the weak days.

Unfortunately, we can only follow his ideas. "

Blake took a sip of hot tea and said in a faint tone:

“Everything we did was to get him to trust us.

To do this, we may have to go to the orc world first. I can do this alone, but to be safe, I need someone who can help.

Someone I can trust.

Someone who can fight with me and win.

A person who doesn't care so much about other people's evaluations and will be influenced by other people's thoughts.

A person with clear goals, determination and motivation.

A person who does not view doing bad things as sin. "

Staghelm nodded.

He fully understood Blake's purpose, so he picked up the tea cup, took a sip, looked at Blake and asked calmly:

"So, when do we leave?"