Shadow Trails in Azeroth

Chapter 1246 342.Ah, the business of prophet is too complicated——[1125]

Ever since the Sarameni sisters were made into activated blades by Black, there has been a soul-connected relationship between the two swords. As Saratol and Eremeni continue to consume anima and become stronger, the relationship between them The relationship has become stronger and closer.

Through the connection between the two swords, Black can merge his consciousness into Varian Wrynn's will.

This is very troublesome.

But the advantage is that there is no need to use void magic to connect, and the contactless connection will not leave any impact on Varian's soul.

The void is not a benevolent force after all, especially when Varian is still a Holy Light Walker. Once the two forces collide, it is likely to cause serious consequences that Black cannot control.

After all, this is the realm of soul and will. Dean Lanyue dare not say that he has fully understood this mystery, and Black is not going to try it casually.

Of course, it was also because Varian had a "special status" in the minds of the pirates. He was also one of the men he admired back then, so he had to have a sense of ritual.

If someone else were here, Blake would definitely start with a void impact at the will level without any scruples.

At this time, with Shore personally leading the royal guards and MI7 spies on three levels of "protectors", Black was sitting on a chair holding the black sword Eremeni with both hands leaning on a sword.

Varian sat across from him in the same posture, leaning on Sharathol.

The two wills are in contact.

The two sister swords were also humming, and they were also under pressure. However, the sword girl, who had become stronger, did not care about this pressure anymore, and they were still in the mood to chat.

The content is about Varian Wrynn.

Sharathol said that she felt familiar with Varian as an old friend, while Eremeni, who had a more fiery and tomboyish personality, angrily denounced her sister as a traitor who had betrayed her master and had unwanted thoughts about other men.

And she, Eremeni, is extremely loyal to Black Shaw, which is probably why she is the master's favorite sword girl.

The most embarrassing thing is that because of the swords they held, Varian could also hear the quarrel between the two sword girls. This gave the young King a preliminary understanding of the "wonderful life" of the stinky pirates every day. understanding.

Look at others, their swords will quarrel with themselves.

"Steady your mind, Your Majesty, don't think wildly."

Blake suddenly said:

"In this case, I can see everything in your mind, so don't think about your private life with Queen Tiffin Elian, I'm not interested and I don't want to read it.

I have now been educated by various iron fists to be a pure pirate with a noble soul. Don't pollute my pure heart with your private life.

Besides, you think well.

Alas, my daily life is so colorful. You two, stop arguing and don't embarrass me in front of my friends, okay? "

Under his scolding, the two sister swords finally calmed down, and their consciousnesses came into contact more frequently.

Black is a powerful spellcaster, and he is more skilled at controlling consciousness than Varian, a warrior, so he barely reveals any information about himself when in contact.

Instead, it was what was in Varian's mind, everything that should be seen and shouldn't be seen.

Of course, the pirate's acting skills are quite superb.

He still maintained an expressionless posture, and soon discovered an abnormal "will singularity" in Varian's will protected by the Holy Light.

"Hey, Zella, come out and have a chat."

Black first carefully temporarily blocked Varian's will to prevent his conversation with Zella from affecting him, and then took the initiative to contact the singularity of will. He shouted to the other side:

"I think you definitely want to see me. After I warned Illidan Stormrage, prevented you from further influencing Faol, and now come to interfere with the third 'disciple' you chose, you Must be angry at me, right?

Stop hiding.

I know you are here, I am certain of your presence.

In my eyes, you are not as mysterious as others think, you annoying 'jigsaw puzzle'! "

Faced with such a direct provocation from the pirates, the Mother of Light, who connected the mysterious consciousness to Varian Wrynn, responded very directly. Golden light bloomed in front of Black's consciousness, almost lighting up everything in front of him. Dye into a sea of ​​golden light.

There is also the crisp sound emanating from the core of the Holy Light, and the joy surrounds it like a hymn.

Not to mention a believer in the Holy Light, even a guy without faith here would be fascinated by this scene.

This is not a cheap illusion or a false pretense.

Zella's debut ceremony has always been so exaggerated. This guy does have the strength and dignity to call herself the "Mother of Holy Light", but her scene cannot impress the well-informed pirates.

On the level of Varian's temporarily closed consciousness, Blake watched with a sneer as Zella's star projection appeared in the light.

Varian said that he had seen mysterious symbols and golden geometric lines accompanying the guiding voice in his dreams, but his description was not accurate.

Because Zera, a strange creature "Naaru" born in the holy light, does not only have symbols and lines. They are tangible, but their shape is also like the "tangram" that Blake said.

A torso that is spread out like glass is shaped with very thin and thin energy-enhanced holy light, and it is constantly rotating under the guidance of a bright core.

Their bodies are indeed shaped into very mysterious symbols, and most of them have shapes that are both simple and complicated. They are indeed fantastic and sacred enough in the eyes of mortals.

But in the eyes of the pirates, this guy is more like a strange magic weapon than a real life.

"Welcome to you, the great Mother of Holy Light, the first Naaru born during the Great Sequence of Light and Darkness, the ancestor and former leader of all Naaru, the faith totem of the Holy Light Legion, and the most troublesome enemy of the Burning Legion. .”

Blake spoke out a long list of Zella's titles, which represented his understanding and familiarity with the "glorious appearance" of the Holy Light Naaru in front of him.

"I have no intention of antagonizing you, mystical prophet of Azeroth."

Zeira didn't mind the pirates' hostility.

With the rotation of her holy and gorgeous golden body and the faint sound of hymns, she changed her language and said to Blake in a rather gentle human language:

"Your past has proven that you do have the ability to see into the future, but I don't know where your hostility towards me comes from. I never wanted to harm your world and your people.

Everything I do is just to fulfill the mission given to me by the Holy Light, which is to protect these stars. "

Zella's voice is very strange.

It's not a very holy royal sister's voice. On the contrary, if you listen carefully, it has the feeling of a baby voice. This strange contrast makes the pirates hate Zera even more.

He waved his hands to express his attitude towards the Mother of Holy Light in front of him.

He said:

"Everything about you is fine. I believe you have no ill intentions towards my world. I also believe that your 'guidance' to Faol and Varian is all out of the idea of ​​helping.

The only problem is the mission you are committed to!

Your starting point is evil and wrong. The more you do on this path, the more wrong you will become. Everyone relies on the 'prophet', so I won't be secretive.

I don’t know what you saw when you were born in the era of the great order of light and darkness among the stars. I will tell you directly that it is all fake!

It's a facade created in front of your eyes by a bastard.

He did this just to encourage you not to bow to the Burning Legion, and to let your stubborn nature guide those warriors who could have escaped to remain on the battlefield of Argus, fighting a hopeless war.

I can tell you clearly right now, Illidan Stormrage is not the 'son of light and darkness' you imagined!

Elune has never made such an outrageous prophecy about this strong being!

You were taken advantage of.

The mission you have insisted on since your birth is just a lie woven to promote war and death.

Although it will make you sad to say this, my dear Zella, it is time to look back, before you are crushed to pieces by the hands of the destined person."

"It makes no sense!"

Blake's "persuasion" made Zella, who was gentle just now, furious. It seemed that when it came to the "mission" she insisted on, this gentle Naaru became unreasonably stubborn.

She rotated her elegant and holy body and scolded the pirate who was making the prophecy in front of her:

"That's what I saw with my own eyes. At that time, even the stars had not yet appeared! Your world was born in accordance with the prophecy of that destiny, and the life of Illidan Stormrage perfectly fits the description of the 'son of light and darkness'

I have seen the truth!

And you ask me to choose between facts and predictions to trust you more? "

"Alas, good words can't persuade the damn devil."

Blake shook his head and said:

"When you see everything developing downwards like the 'prophecy', don't you doubt that the 'prophecy' itself is also arranged?

You are truly an unqualified prophet.

You have begun to convince yourself.

you are hopeless!

The Holy Light Legion you lead travels through different worlds ravaged by demons, fighting all the way in different time streams. According to the legends of some worlds, you have been fighting demons for nearly a million years.

Don't you think about how many souls you personally sent to the world of death behind every difficult victory the Holy Light Legion achieved?

Of course, I’m not saying that fighting is bad.

What I mean is that if you only see war, you will only become the most useful pawn in the hands of conspirators. Okay, I won’t discuss this with you, fate will eventually reveal the truth of everything to you.

I have only one request! "

The stinky pirate raised his head and shouted to the projection of the Mother of Holy Light in front of him:

"There is a territorial division issue among the fortune tellers who set up stalls on the same street. Look how polite Zul, the Dark Prophet, is, and look at you!

The rude guy has repeatedly interfered with my planned personal and world destiny in Azeroth. I think we should make this issue clear.

My suggestion is that you take all your prophecies and leave my world immediately!

And I'll give you a friendly farewell in return, what do you think? "

"The fate of the Legion of Light is closely related to Azeroth."

Zella said softly:

"This is something you, a mortal prophet, cannot stop. If you really believe in fate, you should cooperate with me."

"I can't stop the Legion of Light from committing suicide everywhere under your leadership, but you don't have to worry about the fate of Azeroth."

Blake rolled his eyes, snapped his fingers and said:

"And I think I can help you solve the issue of 'right to survive' once and for all. For example, I can tell some of my 'enthusiastic' demon friends about your stronghold in Krokuun.

Another example is the news that you have been trying your best to keep secret from the members of the Legion of Light.

Deep within the ruins of Mac'Aree's Seat of Archons lies a truth that will destroy the members of the Legion of Light. Do you think I will do this? "

Zella was silent.

Such silence was expected by the pirate. He sneered and said:

"As someone who has gone deep into the void realm, I have also done some research on strange beings like Naaru. I know that you also have the concept of 'life and death'.

Even you, Zella.

The moment you die, you will also make a pleasant knocking sound, which then turns into something 'very interesting'.

Everything you try to hide is actually meaningless. Another Naaru leader, Mr. Adal, who has parted ways with you long ago, is very open-minded about this issue.

It never shy away from Naaru's "dual nature of light and darkness", but you are very concerned about the cruel answer that you don't want to face. This fully proves that you are a stubborn person and a hypocrite at the same time.

So, make a deal between prophets. "

Blake coughed, pointed in a direction, and said:

"Before I say the word 'get out', take all the 'rags' you collected and leave Azeroth and never come back! Of course, with any luck, we will meet again soon.

I mean, face to face, close enough for you to clearly see the disgust and disgust written on my face, you a failed prophet.

You are a disgrace to our profession. "

After Zella's long silence, she made a sigh-like sound and whispered:

"I just want to help."

"I know, I understand your sincerity and dedication to the Holy Light."

Blake spread his hands, and his tone became much gentler when he saw Zera softened.

He said:

"If you weren't obsessed with that stupid mission, maybe we could be friends. But your biggest problem is that you are too determined, so determined that you are stubborn, and you are so stubborn that you are stupid.

You believe so much in what you see with your own eyes that you turn a blind eye to well-intentioned reminders.

That is a fatal weakness for prophets like us.

You see, you still don't understand why your fellow naaru would rather follow Velen and flee across the stars than continue to follow you.

Before you understand this reason, I really don't dare to be friends with someone like you who doesn't take your own life seriously.

Your stubbornness will kill me.

Go away and give Varian his sanity. The next time we meet, I wouldn't mind describing your current situation and the terrible conspiracy that encompasses everything.

That is, if you are still alive. "

Blake flicked his fingers, and when the golden light dissipated in front of his eyes, he reminded again:

"Don't try to sneak your core of Holy Light, which is still floating among the stars, into Azeroth. If you do, I don't mind smashing it with my own hands!

I mean it.

The fate of the entire world is planned by your outstanding colleagues, and there is no place for other prophets in this plan! Azeroth can only have one true prophet.

that's me!

It can only be me! "