Shadow Trails in Azeroth

Black really wanted to take a vacation for himself. Although he was nominally resting now, Delano was going through a very special period, and there were still too many things happening every day that were a headache.

No, just after discussing the subtle fraud of the Black Knights with Serra Moon Guard, the one-eyed orc pirate who was responsible for reporting the news a few days ago limped over again.

"Captain, another visitor has come to see you."

The old orc shouted:

"This ugly bunch of broken people claim to be your old friends."

"Where did I get so many old friends in this world?"

Blake complained impatiently:

"Why did the Broken come to see me? I have nothing to do with them. Uh, no, I fought side by side with Lord Akama. So, are they the Ashtongue Deathsworn from Shadowmoon Valley?

Did they bring news about Akama? "

"Akama? Who is it?"

The pirate's rhetorical question was directed to the "reporting pirate" under his command. The guy with the mechanical dwarf prosthetic eyes and prosthetic limbs scratched his head and said in a naive tone:

"The Broken Ones didn't say this name. They said they came to see the pirate prophet on the orders of a guy named 'Nobundo'.

He said that he wants you to divine the future of the Broken Clan for them. "

"Send away, send away!"

Blake had a headache when he heard this, and he scolded:

"Who comes to me for divination? Am I such a casual person? If everyone hears my name and comes to me to predict the future, then I won't be exhausted?

Is the pirate prophet something they can see if they want? What do you think I am here? Public toilet? Come when you want and leave when you want?

Just say that I am too busy thinking about life to pay attention to them. "

"Ouch."

The one-eyed pirate responded, turned around and limped toward the door, and whispered regretfully as he walked:

"What a pity. They brought a lot of treasures as divination commissions."

"etc!"

The word "baby" suddenly hit a certain point in Blake's heart. It was like a strange switch was turned on, and the stinky pirate who was just lazy suddenly became energetic.

He sat on the chair, looked at the one-eyed dragon orc in front of him, and said seriously:

"Although I am too tired to take another look at my fate, after all, people come here with good intentions. It would not be good for our reputation to drive them away just like this.

I don't care about personal honor or disgrace, but the undead pirates still want to lose face after all. Invite them over, and I'll take a look at the situation and divine fortune for them.

Also, are they really bringing a lot of treasures? "

"many!"

The one-eyed dragon orc immediately described in an exaggerated tone:

"There are three boxes full of gems in big boxes! Their quality is so good that I have rarely seen it since I followed you, captain, to rob houses in Azeroth for several years."

When he said this, the big ruby ​​​​on the finger of this bastard orc almost dazzled Black's eyes with its shining light, which made the pirate very satisfied.

He rubbed his chin and said:

"The Draenei's gem polishing and manufacturing skills are well-known throughout the stars. It is said that the gems passed through their hands can be transformed into magic.

What are you still doing, you idiot?

Why don't you hurry up and invite the distinguished guests in! "

"Ouch, I'll go right away."

Seeing the captain's face-changing skills again, the orc pirate couldn't help but feel convinced. He rushed out the door and yelled at the surrounding pirates to help move things.

Blake, who was sitting on the chair in the room, was smiling like a fox who had stolen a chicken.

"If you indulge your greed like this, won't it have any impact on your life?"

Maiev's faint voice came from behind the pirate, and the warden lady, who had changed into a long skirt, said in a disgusted tone:

"You were not like this back then. You were dismissive of the secret treasures in Azshara's palace. I thought you were a selfless and otherworldly person."

"At that time, it was probably because I knew I couldn't bring the things back, so I acted very generously. I guess my heart was bleeding when I walked through the Queen's Palace but came back empty-handed."

The pirate snorted and said:

"But this is the real me now, Miss Maiev, and you should accept the real me."

"I'm trying to accept it."

Maiev said softly:

"But it's kind of hard, like."

"It's like a man who crazily worships a perfect goddess and suddenly discovers that his goddess also burps and farts. I know this feeling, it is really bad.

After all what I had just been through, I found it heartbreaking to be held back by Lord Sargeras, whom I adored, for his understanding of the ways of shadow.

This seriously damaged the image of Dark Titan in my mind. "

The pirate said in a long voice:

"But then again, does it mean that considering the mysteries of the shadows with a warrior's thinking and this kind of bad behavior shows that the Dark Titan is weak?

Obviously not.

Even if you have witnessed my greed, it will not change the fact that I captured your heart ten thousand years ago. My dear Maiev, I advise you to accept the reality. After all, the mentality of men and women is always different during the period of love and after marriage. "

"What are you implying? You annoying guy."

The warden lady said very dissatisfied:

"I have never thought about developing further with you. I am very satisfied with our current relationship. We can just stop there. There is no need to think too much."

"Oh my God."

Blake pretended to be desperate and covered his forehead. He said painfully:

"I am such a powerful and handsome pirate, but I am treated like a 'dried banana' by a thousand-year-old woman. What you said makes me feel like a top duck, which is really frustrating.

However, I always find the good in the bad.

For example, can the sentence "You are very satisfied with our current relationship" be understood as saying that you are very satisfied with my "service" for you these days? "

"Shut up!"

Maiev felt a little ashamed and angry after being teased.

But she also realized one thing. She would never be able to defeat this stinky pirate with at least three tongues in a battle of words.

She didn't want to humiliate herself, so she snorted and swaggered out of the room with the hidden watcher "bodyguards" beside her to go to the island to relax.

The female dog licker Sera Moonguard also took the initiative to hold a parasol for Ms. Maiev. The pirate gritted his teeth at the sight. This guy had never been so attentive when he was around him.

But anger is still anger, and business still needs to be done.

Soon, a group of Broken Ones wearing priest robes were brought to Blake by the pirates. The room chosen by the stinky pirates had a very strange shape. There was a staircase inside, dividing the ground and stairs into height differences.

The pirate's chair was right on top of the steps, allowing him to effortlessly look down on the guests.

The Broken Ones in front of them are as wretched and twisted as the Gray Deathsworn in appearance, but their mental state is much better than that of the exiles in Shadowmoon Valley.

Although these Broken Ones have stooped bodies and ugly faces, they walk with their heads held high, exuding confidence and self-respect.

Although the draenei had lost their noble appearance after being tortured by the strange plague, Blake did feel a very positive power from these elemental breakers.

Their appearance is distorted, but their souls are still as noble and pure as ever.

"Salute to you, Lord Black."

The leader, a Shaman of the Breakers, bowed respectfully to the pirate in front of him. He was also surrounded by "small balls" made of lightning elements.

This is the shaman's signature magic "Lightning Shield", a manifestation of the elements favoring them.

"I am the envoy of Lord Nobundo, the Great Shaman of the Broken, and I come to express my gratitude to you."

The Shaman of the Breaker spoke in the correct Draenei language, but he was interrupted by Black reaching out his hand midway through his words. The pirate took off his pipe in displeasure and said coldly:

"Do you still have to hide your identity in front of a prophet? Lord Nobundo, I'm beginning to feel that you are not here to seek guidance on fate, but are here specifically to try to expose me as a 'fake prophet'.

To be honest, I felt offended!

If there is no spiritual compensation, I refuse to predict the future for you. "

This straightforward revelation made Nobundo, the great shaman disguised as an ordinary Breaker, a little embarrassed.

However, as an older generation of Draenei who escaped from Argus with Velen, Nobundo had already seen countless strong winds and waves, which made him calm down instantly.

Thinking of the "intelligence" he had received from Archmage Khadgar before setting off, the Great Shaman of the Breakers smiled, took out a delicate small box from his arms, and opened it to Black.

A breathtakingly beautiful sapphire ring placed inside instantly soothed all the dissatisfaction in Blake's heart.

His "offended" soul felt the sincerity and goodwill of the guests, and his spirit received precious solace.

Blake, who had been cold-faced just now, suddenly turned into a smile. He walked down his chair and steps, took the "apology" from the Broken Ones, and put it in his hands to look at it carefully.

After a few seconds, the pirate nodded with satisfaction and said to the great shaman in front of him calmly:

"So, let's start divination now?"

"Well, actually we're not just here to seek divination."

The powerful shaman Nobundo, whose body was filled with elemental power, whispered to Black:

"Before I begin to pray to fate for answers, I must first fulfill the instructions of my old friend. Akama has entrusted me to convey to you his decision and that of all the Ashtongue Deathsworn.

They accepted your previous promise and are willing to send people to join your faction. In addition, Akama very much hopes that you can take the time to go to Shadowmoon Valley. He has very important things that he wants to discuss with you face to face. "

"Ha, I know that on the surface, you Broken Ones are on opposite sides of the world, and your factions are in serious conflict, but in fact it's all just for the Draenei."

Black laughed and whispered to the leader of the Elemental Breaker faction in front of him:

“It seems that past suffering has made the Broken Ones aware of their situation.

Although you were all draenei once, you gradually drifted away from the draenei after your bodies were severely alienated, and this alienation was engraved into your lives, making it impossible for future generations to get rid of your twisted posture.

You have become an independent civilization, and you do not want to be completely dependent on the weak draenei.

Tell me the truth, Great Shaman, are you and Akama playing a double act?

You are a dove and Akama is a hawk. Once the draenei's attitude towards you changes, will you take the Broken Ones to join Akama? "

"Your Majesty the Prophet! I am also offended by your words!"

The Great Shaman Nobundo was a little angry, and he said in a deep voice:

"Please don't use such dark thoughts to speculate on our relationship with the Draenei. We are a civilization and have never intended to divide each other.

Akama also agrees with this. "

"Ah, yes, yes, of course you can tell yourself this, but everyone knows the truth very well. You have been changed, and your past has determined that your future will inevitably lead to independence.

This has nothing to do with whether the Draenei are friendly to you. "

The pirate blinked and said to Nobundo:

"This is my prediction for the future of the Broken Ones. You will prosper, your numbers will even surpass the main body of the Draenei, and eventually, you will be active on the stage of the three worlds as an independent civilization.

Oh, right.

I want to correct a fact that has been misunderstood by you for a long time. "

Black reached out and touched Lord Nobundo's chest, and he said softly:

"You have always thought that the Draenei were twisted into the Broken because of the 'Red Mist Plague' they were infected with during the Orc War. You think it was the raging plague that made you what you are now.

But no!

The plague is just a catalyst. It represents an extreme manifestation of the weird life energy in the world of Draenor, but it does not have the power to completely change the form of life.

The Ogre Empire has been fighting against the natural servants who spread the Red Mist Plague for a long time, and has never seen them twisted like you.

The reason why the Broken Ones became Broken Ones is because the draenei's overly powerful spiritual power affected the material level. To be more precise, you have had your will broken for various reasons, and you have lost your ideals and spiritual perseverance.

A breakdown of will changes your form.

You Draenei, like the elves in our world, are a strange race that is very sensitive to external energy. There are at least seven or eight branches of the elves, and you Draenei are no less generous.

Eredar, Draenei, Lightforged Draenei, Demon Draenei, Broken One. Believe me, this is just the beginning, you will have more "brothers" in the future. "

"This explanation."

Nobundo did not refute this. There were different opinions on the origin of the Broken Ones in their group. Black's explanation made some sense.

"You think I can't give you an example?"

The pirate smiled implicitly, pointed to the sky, and said:

"But I have examples to support my statement. On your home planet, in the Argus world that has been away for 25,000 years, the remaining Eredar people there have not experienced the Red Mist Plague. Next, I was transformed into a broken person like you.

This is the mark left on you by the years of suffering.

Sooner or later you will meet your compatriots far away from home, and then you will know what my prophecy means. The home of the Broken Civilization is not in Draenor, nor in Azeroth.

The draenei may have been unable to adapt to the harsh environment of Argus.

But you can! "

Black patted the shoulder of Nobundo, who had wide eyes, and whispered in a sly tone:

"Argus no longer belongs to the draenei led by Velen. They will find a new home in Azeroth, but the homeland calls to the Broken Ones.

In the future where the evil disaster is eliminated, the world will open its arms to embrace you again.

So, my dear leader of the Broken Ones, are you ready to return to your hometown and take back your inheritance? Are you ready to become the King of Argus in your homeland? "

This exciting and exciting prophecy left the great shaman speechless for a moment, but made the Shamans of the Breakers beside Nobundo extremely excited.

Regardless of whether Black's prediction is true or false, the grand blueprint he described is enough to make every suffering Broken One feel that the future is full of hope.

He is worthy of being a pirate prophet famous in another world!

This eloquence alone has given him the qualifications to be comparable to Viren.

"Of course, the realization of a better future depends on whether you work hard now. There is no such thing as pie in the world."

The pirate snorted, played with the big gem in his hand, and said to the Broken Ones in front of him:

"So, work hard, everyone."

"The money you paid can only buy a prophecy like this. If you still want to know how to realize this prophecy, you need to show a little more 'sincerity'."

Blake waved his hand humbly and said:

"Everyone in my hometown knows that I am a good child in business, so if you encounter trouble in the future, you are welcome to come and divine your fate.

Of course, a friendly reminder, bring enough remuneration. "