Shadow Trails in Azeroth

Chapter 1245 341. Hello, how long have these symptoms been present? --——Monthly ticket plus updates【1025】

"Well, the authentic Wild West stew is really delicious and filling. If you eat a piece of it so hot, your whole body will be warmed up.

And the pickled cucumbers that accompany the meal are crisp and refreshing. They should be produced at Sardine Farm, right?

The taste is very good. "

In the small restaurant of Stormwind Fortress, there is a large and exquisite pot placed on the small table. The various stews in it exude a tempting flavor in the rich soup.

Blake put a lot on his plate and picked up the steaming pork liver pie on hand.

He was not as restrained as the others at the small banquet. He ate big mouthfuls and took a sip of the fragrant Milly family wine at his hand.

There is no trace of the decency of being a prince.

But it fits the rude image of pirates in people's minds.

This scene amazed the royal servants serving nearby. As loyal servants serving the Wrynn family, they had not seen such a "free" guest in the palace for a long time.

Although the pirate's food looked terrible, it was really delicious, and even King Varian, who had already eaten it in advance, moved his throat.

Speaking of which, he hadn't tasted country delicacies like Wild West stew for a long time since he became king.

After all, a king must have the dignity of a king.

"Haha, you can eat whatever you want. Do you still have to pretend in front of a pirate?"

Blake seemed to notice the movement of Varian's eyes. He picked up a napkin and wiped his mouth, laughing and saying:

"I used to be like you, Varian. When I was your age, my biggest wish when I got up every day in Proudmoore Fortress was that envoys from other countries would come to visit His Majesty the King.

So I can taste dishes from other places

Everything is great in Kul Tiras, and the people there have a lot to brag about, but even the most cunning sailor can't show off his fish and chips in front of others.

Xiaoer, my friend, what are you still doing?

Serve a bowl of rice for your king. "

Black blinked at Shore, who was standing next to him. The intelligence chief glanced at His Majesty with a subtle expression, shook his head, waved the servants to leave, and then personally served the young king with the tempting country delicacies.

"Well, it's still the same taste as in my memory."

A few seconds later, Varian made the same sigh and said:

“I still remember that when I followed Bolvar and led the people to escape from their hometown, the last meal I had in the western wilderness was this kind of stew.

The smell is still fresh in my memory.

But this time it tasted a little sweeter, perhaps because I had just lost my father when I left and thought I would never return to my hometown.

And now, I'm back.

I did not disappoint my father. "

"It's just a meal, you don't need to be so emotional, right? Your Majesty."

When Varian sighed, Black had already finished his portion. He leaned on the chair with his legs crossed, holding a glass of wine in his hand, sipping the wine, and said to Varian:

"If the stew in Westfall can make His Majesty feel so emotional, then when the first batch of Pandaren Farstriders come to settle in Stormwind City, Your Majesty will definitely feel emotional every day."

"Speaking of the pandaren, I would also like to thank Mr. Black for taking care of the Kingdom of Stormwind in Pandaria."

Varian blinked, raised his glass and said to the smelly pirate:

"Establishing good diplomatic relations with the pandaren is very important to the future of the Stormwind Kingdom. This makes us owe you a heavy favor."

"Can you still count what you owe me?"

The pirate laughed, waved his hand and said:

“It’s not that you have to, it’s just that the other kingdoms of human civilization are too disappointing, and they don’t value their relationship with me at all, which makes me very dissatisfied.

Speaking of which, Consultant Woking has been observing me. What is there on my face? "

Black suddenly switched to extremely orthodox troll language with a few hints of Zandalar accent, and looked at the young troll standing on the other side of the king. This question was a bit direct, catching the young man named Vol'jin off guard.

But he responded quickly and replied in Troll language very appropriately:

"No, Mr. Black, your manners are very decent, full of a kind of naturalness and freedom that comes from your heart. I am just curious about what kind of characteristics the humans who can attract the attention of Lord Bwonsamdi have."

"Then have you discovered my qualities that attract Bwonsamdi's attention?"

Blake switched to human language and asked, and Vol'jin answered in human language without any accent:

"I seem to have discovered that you seem to be a magical person who can bring everyone what they need. You have an instinctive intuition about the needs of others, and you have great magical powers that can satisfy everyone who comes with a request. .

By the way, you can receive generous rewards from them that far exceed the help you give. "

"Smart! He is indeed the youngest shadow hunter in the history of the Darkspear clan."

Blake marveled:

"Although my friend Shore told me that it was your father, Chief Sen'jin, who sent you to Stormwind City to express the sincerity of alliance to His Majesty Varian, I guess the person who really heard Bwonsamdi's oracle was you yourself.

And the decision to come to Stormwind City was also based on your own thinking, right?

I'm curious, why do you do this? "

The pirate put down the wine glass in his hand, took out the jade pipe and filled it with shredded tobacco. He lowered his head and asked:

"What makes a young troll with a great future in his own clan risk being killed by his former enemies and come all the way to the human kingdom?

What are you looking for here?

Most importantly, did you find it? "

Facing the series of questions from the pirate, Woking felt that this guy was making things difficult for him, but Shore's eyes became serious.

As someone who is very familiar with Black's style, he has rarely seen pirates pay so much attention to an alien the first time they meet. The last time he saw such a situation, he should have discussed Grom Hellscream and Kane... When the blood hoof.

In other words, can this young troll who serves as King Varian's advisor on foreign affairs be as important as those two powerful warriors in the eyes of pirates?

This is somewhat interesting.

"I came to Stormwind because I received an oracle from Bwonsamdi, and I didn't lie."

The young troll adjusted his mentality. He touched the fangs near his mouth and answered politely:

"I thought I would be ignored in this city, and even prepared to be expelled from the kingdom. But beyond my expectation, although the owner of this city is younger than me, he has a tolerant heart. heart of.

His Majesty Varian personally led me around the city and explained to me the grudges and grudges between the Kingdom of Stormwind and the trolls. He also asked me the same question.

I will answer you the same way I answered him, Mr. Pirate.

I came here to find a hope that could protect my people before disaster struck. Bwonsamdi once showed me in a dream the destruction that would be caused when demons invade this world.

I was terrified.

But in this city, I feel the peace of mind. "

"Very good, that's great. If I hadn't seen you more than once in prophecies about the future of the world, I would have believed this sincere statement."

Black blew out a smoke ring, and as the smoke rose and obscured his vision, he looked at Vol'jin and said:

“You will do great things in the future, young troll, and you will reach a height that you can’t even imagine.

In the future I see, Varian Wrynn by your side will receive all the power of the Alliance. He is respected as the 'High King' by humans, dwarves, gnomes, elves and draenei.

But even he needs to talk to you as an equal one day.

Of course, that future has evaporated.

But the ebb of destiny does not mean that the former protagonists will withdraw from the stage of history. You will still do great things, but maybe no longer in the way I am familiar with.

You are a cunning troll, Vol'jin.

You're only telling half the truth.

And the best thing is that I have some friendship with your Death God, and I also have my spies on Zandalar Island. I only need to go out and find a random garbage dump and ask, and I can get the truth.

So, I ask you.

Have you met the Dark Prophet Zul? Was it he who guided you to Stormwind City? "

Under the pirate's questioning, Vol'jin's slightly ferocious troll face showed a defeated expression. He shrugged and responded with a grin like that of a troll:

"Well, you are indeed as difficult as the rumors say, Sir Pirate. Yes, after Bwonsamdi sent down the oracle, I went to the holy land of all trolls.

In the golden city of Zandalari, I met the dark prophet Zul. He gave me a prophecy. He said that his eyes were almost blind, and the once clear future was blurred in his eyes.

But he said this was not a bad thing, at least there was no longer darkness in front of him.

He told me to come to Stormwind City and stand with the Lion in the Light. It might not be able to save my people, but at least it would give us the best chance of surviving the disaster.

In addition, he asked me to tell you something very strange.

He asked me to say to you for him:

You're welcome. "

"Well, I knew the prophets were a nasty bunch."

Blake instantly understood what Prophet Zul meant.

The latter refers to the incident with Thor. The Zandalari trolls possess the knowledge to resurrect Thor. With the guidance of the Dark Prophet, they could have resurrected him before Black killed him.

But Zul didn't do that.

As the pirate said before, this is a tacit understanding between prophets.

Zul made Blake a favor.

"I had no intention of thanking that old, ugly, rude, and disrespectful troll."

The pirate curled his lips and said:

"He is not so generous as to give me a victory, so what is his request?"

Wo'jin shrugged this time and said helplessly:

"Lord Zur said, you have already guessed it."

"Okay, I did guess that."

Blake snapped his fingers.

Under Shaw's stony gaze, his shadow twisted to form the body of Serra Moonguard, and the fallen warden stepped in front of the king in uniform. This scene was enough to make the timid shout for protection.

But Varian didn't care.

Although he is no longer a warrior, the bravery in his heart has not faded at all.

"Send word to Northrend."

Blake did not shy away from the people in front of him and said to Moon Guard:

"Tell Sephiel again that my bodyguard Tur doesn't need to follow me to Northrend. He has to go back to Grizzly Hills quickly, bring elite bearmen with him, and escort the Loa priests of Zandalar for me in the ancestral home. Dak is logged in and active.

Be sure to keep them safe.

This is my response to the favor of the Dark Prophet Zul, Lord Vol'jin.

You can write a letter and send this news to Zandalari, telling the Dark Prophet that we are even. "

"I will."

Although he still didn't understand why the Zandalar Golden Dynasty sent priests to Northrend, Vol'jin also felt the importance of this news.

He nodded and agreed.

Then, Black turned his attention to Varian again. He moved his neck, stood up, drew out the Salamani sword with a pop, moved the plates on the table outward, and put the Elven Divine Sword in his hand. Put it on the table.

He said to Varian:

"Your Majesty, the meal has been eaten and the warm-up is over. It's time to solve your problem. Before that, let's taste this sword. Does it feel familiar?"

"It's hard for me to say."

When Varian saw Salamani, he had an inexplicable feeling, as if in some forgotten dream, he had charged into battle with such a powerful sword.

At the pirate's invitation, he stood up and reached out to touch the blade of the divine sword with cloud patterns and runes in front of him. The coldness of the weapon made him blink.

He raised his head and said to Blake:

"This sword"

"I can't give it to you."

The pirate shrugged and said:

"This is my beloved thing, and you have deviated from your destiny. This sword no longer fits you, but today, it may help you truly understand your heart.

You know what I mean.

This is why I came to Stormwind City, at least this is one of the reasons. "

Black took off his pipe and put it in his hand. He looked into Varian's eyes, as if he wanted to see the soul through his eyes, and he said:

"When did you start hearing the voice claiming to be the Will of Holy Light? Was it after the Battle of Silithus?"

"Um."

Varian seemed to be tortured by this question. He did not hide it, nodded and said:

“Just after Faao Mianxia returned to northern Xinjiang from the desert, I could see some fantastic patterns in my dreams, which were simple but full of mystery.

It is a pattern born from light, representing the first ray of light among the stars that pierces the darkness.

That kind of holiness cannot be deceived. "

"I didn't say she was a liar, Your Majesty."

Blake shook his head and corrected:

"Zeela never lies, which is probably her only advantage, but she understands people's hearts well, and like me, she has the ability to weave lies from the truth.

And for all holy light creatures, the 'light' emanating from Zela has an irresistible attraction.

For example, I know that even though I have told His Majesty Faao to be careful, he is still connected to the Mother of Holy Light. I will not comment on this behavior.

This is a matter between you Holy Light believers.

I don't believe in the Holy Light.

This has nothing to do with me. "

"Then why are you obsessed with helping me get rid of this noise?"

Varian asked in confusion.

Blake pointed to the sword in front of him and said:

"She can seduce others as she pleases, but some people just can't! And I don't like to owe favors, my young lord, I took what was yours.

I'll have to give you something back. "

The stinky pirate blinked, and he motioned for Varian to hold Salamani's sword hilt and said:

"And this also allows you to owe me a favor. At some point in the future, when you are angry and want to chop me to death, maybe the help I give you today can help you calm down before you actually do it.

I will save my life because of this

See, this is the correct use of favor.

Are you holding it tight? "

Blake asked, and Varian, who was holding the Elven Divine Sword upside down, nodded. Then Blake clasped the lower end of the sword hilt and gently pulled it outward. Under Varian's surprised gaze, Salamani was split in two. .

He holds a white sword, while Blake carries a black sword.

"Open your heart, Your Majesty.

I want to use your heart as a window to have a good talk with our dear Zella. She can take away your faith, but your soul must stay here! "