Shadow Trails in Azeroth

"Everyone, what are you talking about? Are you so serious?"

As Prophet Velen and several members of the Council of Bishops discussed the war that had begun, a discordant voice sounded behind them.

Several archbishops turned around and saw that the stinky pirate was walking towards him with the arrogant steps of disowning his relatives, and several of them frowned at the same time.

This subtle change in expression did not go unnoticed by Blake, who had been secretly observing them. When he saw several people frowning at the same time, the pirate suddenly exclaimed in his heart.

Good guy!

Everyone fears the devil!

It seems that except for Archbishop Nellie who has been busy outside, the Draenei bishops' council has been completely defeated.

These Dread Lords can work efficiently.

Even with such penetration, they were able to allow the Draenei government to continue functioning at this critical moment. But the top management has been infiltrated to this extent. It is hard to imagine how many legion spies are hidden among the draenei who came to support this time.

The war hasn't even started yet, and everyone on your side is a traitor. How can you win?

Fortunately, the Dread Lords are not completely loyal to the Burning Legion. They also have their own goals. Otherwise, after seeing this scene, Black would have thought of escaping with the Draenor pirate fleet overnight.

But Blake did not reveal the terrible truth.

On the contrary, he pretended to be innocent and walked to Prophet Velen, sitting on the supply box next to him. He didn't say a word, just sat there carefree, holding a cup in his mouth with a playful attitude of "I'm watching your performance." Lifted his pipe.

This made a group of fear demons who were ready to seduce the souls of the prophets very uncomfortable.

Fraudulent performances are their specialty, but with such a guy who is afraid of chaos in the world standing by and watching, no matter how professional the actors are, they will inevitably feel a little uncomfortable.

These high-level Nasrezim, who were able to deceive the Naaru's perception under their disguises, exchanged glances with each other, and they finally decided to ignore Black and continue their work.

Anyway, the stinky pirate is also on his side. You can tell by looking at the "Seal of the King of Pain" shining brightly on his finger. It is the favorite thing of Emperor Denathrius.

Being given such a good thing by the Emperor fully proves that Black Shaw has jumped to his side, and Ms. Jin Tesha has emphasized before that in their last attempt, there is no need to worry about Black obstructing them.

"Keep talking, everyone."

Blake blew out a smoke ring and urged:

"You don't need to pay attention to me at all. I just found a place to rest and take a look at the forging of the ring. I only care about that thing on this ship. If anyone dares to reach out and take it, I will definitely be very unhappy.

As for other things, whatever. "

"Who would just take something so important?"

One of the archbishops snorted and said:

"The most powerful warriors of the Draenei are guarding it. No matter how powerful a thief is, it is impossible to sneak in and steal it. Don't worry, Lord Black."

"Ah, I feel relieved to hear you say that."

The stinky pirate laughed, turned to look at the battle line below where everything was going smoothly, and turned his back to the people behind him, as if he really didn't care what they were talking about.

This attitude caused another period of eye contact among the Dread Lords, and then the topic just resumed.

"Prophet, maybe we should also look for individuals among our people who can become death knights."

One archbishop suggested:

"Previously, Lord Ravencrest also requested that the warriors who died in this battle should join the Death Knights. This is of course a difficult request to accept, but for the hope of the world of Draenor, Maybe we should take advantage of this opportunity.

Lord Adar also advised us to be more tolerant in this critical moment. "

"I understand your concerns, everyone."

Prophet Velen, who had been silent, sighed and said:

"I am not a fanatical believer who clings to ancient times. I can understand that there are other truths besides the Holy Light. This kind of blasphemy against the souls of the dead was unacceptable in the past, but now

I can convince myself.

If even Maraad tacitly agrees that this blasphemy is good for the future, then I'm okay with that. But regarding the initiative to select death knights, it is better to be a little slower. "

The prophet whispered:

“We know what’s good, but good doesn’t mean right.

We are also accountable to the people. Once they know that we acquiesce in manipulating the dead, it will definitely cause unnecessary uproar. Now is not the right time, everyone. "

"Yes, the prophet is right, everyone, I can understand your expectations, but your suggestions are a bit too hasty."

The high-ranking priestess Ishana, who was very familiar with Velen, shook her head and scolded:

"In order to survive, we draenei have abandoned a lot of red tape, but there are some lines that cannot be crossed. Respecting the dead can appease the living.

Warriors' courage will also be diminished if they know that their remains will be manipulated after death.

Such advice is not suitable to be made at this critical moment of life and death. "

The priestess seemed to be a person of great status. Her scolding made the other archbishops nod in agreement, but then, the priestess whispered to the prophet whose expression softened slightly:

"But, Velen, have you heard about that strange rumor during this time? About that legendary magic sword?"

"Are you talking about the secret weapon mentioned by the Nasrezim spy we captured?"

Viren frowned again and said:

"According to it, the Legion has secretly transported the weapon to Draenor, and intends to use it as a decisive weapon to rob the world of its last hope.

That sword has a very evil name, Frostmourne. "

"Yes, that's it."

High Priest Ishana was also worried. She looked at the battlefield below and said to the prophet:

"I don't want to hide it from you, Velen. When I prayed to the Holy Light before going out last night, a picture appeared in my mind. I am not a prophet, but I feel that I should tell what I saw in the Dream of the Holy Light. The picture tells you.”

"No need to be modest, Ishana."

Viren chuckled lightly and said:

"Your mother was a well-known 'witch' in Argus. Although you have converted to the Holy Light, your natural prophet bloodline is still there. It doesn't surprise me that you can see the outline of the future.

Tell me, what did the Holy Light predict to you? "

Blake, who was sitting on the box next to him, also pricked up his ears. He knew that the next words of the so-called "High Priest Ishana" must be important.

"I saw you in a dream kneeling next to an evil eredar. You were crying. Velen. I don't know what happened, but you seemed to be in pain.

I've never seen you in so much pain. "

Ishana described her dream in a deep voice, saying:

"The most bizarre thing is that in my dream, you were holding a terrifying cold demonic sword in your hand, and you seemed to be using that sword to do something to the dead Eredar.

I'm sure you want to save him.

Because I know you, old friend, you can't desecrate a corpse.

And according to the information about the Nasrezim spy we captured, that Soul-Eating Devil Sword happens to have the ability to resurrect the dead. You must be careful, Velen. "

Ishana reached out and held Viren's wrist. She said in a very concerned tone:

"Maraad's insistence is correct. I also see the shadow hanging over the draenei. The gathering malice is directed at you.

Those malicious intentions have been brewing for more than 20,000 years, and they may be about to explode on today's battlefield.

I demand it of you! Velen, no matter what happens, you can't leave this ship! Even if we are all dead, you must protect yourself. You cannot do anything irrational.

You are the last hope for us draenei people who are in trouble. Huh? What’s wrong with you? Viren, why do you have this expression?

Did I say something wrong? "

Ishana looked at Velen, whose expression was hard to describe. After being questioned by the high priest, the prophet said with a complex expression:

"The prophecy you saw, Ishana, I have also seen it. On the day we left Argus twenty-five thousand years ago, on the night we left our hometown, I also predicted it. That scene.

I knelt in a devastated ruin, holding an eredar contaminated by evil energy in my arms. His face was covered with evil herpes and cracks. He was still cursing me before he died.

I couldn't understand the meaning of that scene.

But in the future I see, that magic sword does not exist. "

"That's because destiny is messed up, Prophet."

Blake just couldn't listen anymore.

These nathrezim were so poor at "weaving destiny" that their words were so bad that it made Black, the master of conspiracy, feel uncomfortable all over.

How could such a flawed statement affect Viren's thoughts? Have these guys never tricked a character like the Prophet before?

Is this the first time they've done this to a real prophet?

No wonder they have been unable to grasp the real focus of Velen's psyche.

The pirate decided to help.

So under the almost murderous gazes of the other archbishops, the pirate blew out a smoke ring and took the initiative to say:

"You must have discovered it, right? When you were close to me, the Soul Song Crystal in your hand that could help you see the future failed.

It’s not because this mysterious Atama crystal has lost its power to spy on destiny, it’s just because it’s too close to my ‘singularity of destiny’.

But you and I are in the business of being a prophet, and you should understand the uncertainty of the future.

Even if you see the same future multiple times, it will be reversed due to the participation of others or your own promotion. This may explain why the prophecy you saw is different from the prophecy seen by High Priest Ishana. There are some subtle differences.

But that's a good thing, prophet. "

"Huh? Why do you think this is a good thing? Blake."

The prophet frowned and asked:

"I don't think it would be a good thing for me to have the weapon that the Legion used to destroy us."

"Well, maybe you can think about it the other way around."

Blake shrugged and said:

"The sword is in your hands, not in the hands of someone who is trying to destroy the world. You should have some confidence in your charitable character, right?

And rather than thinking about the changes and differences between the two prophecies, perhaps I think you should focus more on the magic sword itself.

That magic blade named "Frostmourne", I also saw it when I peeked into the future in Azeroth some nights.

That's scary stuff.

But it is also something that can solve the current dilemma of the draenei. "

The pirate looked at the old prophet and whispered:

"Death and the Holy Light do not conflict, and the six forces have never been in tense opposition. Balance! Balance is the law of all things. As you said, there are other truths besides the Holy Light.

An excellent being like you is loved by all truths, and as long as you are willing to listen, they will give you everything you want.

Can the draenei save the world?

sure!

It only takes a little bit of trivial sacrifice to make the currently weak draenei glow with endless hope. I mean, even those painful souls who have stepped into the door of death can be sent back to the material world. .

That magic blade is a 'key', Prophet.

In the prophecies I have seen, it is a magical power that can communicate between life and death.

The Draenei have suffered terribly in the past ten years or so in the Age of Disaster. You did not choose to fight when you could have fought, and your wrong strategies have caused heavy damage to yourselves.

I believe that your heart is filled with pain, prophet, and you wish you could find a time machine to travel back to more than ten years ago, or even two hundred years ago, to give yourself a slap in the face for making the wrong choice at that time.

But everything deserves a second chance, and that magic sword is the 'regret medicine' for you and the Draenei.

Listen.

The miserable dead souls are eager to return to the world and regain the power they should have to fight for themselves, their tribe, and the world. As a leader, you should satisfy their desires.

Rather than letting them down a second time. "

After Blake finished speaking, the entire observation platform fell silent.

The Nasrezim were stunned. They exchanged looks with each other, completely confused as to what had just happened?

Why would this bastard Black speak for them? Does this notoriously chaotic guy really want the Dreadlords' conspiracy to succeed?

Or did Ms. Jin Tesha pay a heavy price that they didn't know and finally persuaded Blake to switch sides and help?

Thinking about it carefully, it seems that among the vicious rumors about Black, there are indeed rumors that the stinky pirate likes some "foreign women" and the like, and Ms. Kim Tessa is also a famous "beauty" in Nasrezim.

Could it be

hiss.

No way?

Prophet Viren was very silent. After nearly a minute of silence, he looked at Black, his eyes full of exhaustion, and he asked:

"So, my excellent colleague, your advice to me is to let me make choices according to the development of fate?"

"No, that's not what I meant."

Blake shook his head and said:

"Look at you, Lord Velen, how tortured you have been by the changing fate? What I mean is, just this time, give up making choices based on countless possibilities in the future.

Just this once, listen to your heart and go with what you feel.

Things have reached their worst, how much worse can they get? When fate tells you that the future is bleak, let fate go to hell!

You should make your choice as 'Velan', not as a 'prophet' or 'leader'.

You can't expect something that makes you sick to make you better.

This is advice from someone who has been there. "

"boom"

The moment Blake finished speaking, a loud noise exploded in the sky of Shadowmoon Valley, and the pirates and everyone looked up.

The sky cracked!

A terrifying "crack" was torn open in the sky of the material world, reflecting the evil light coming from the twisted void.

At least four demon warships of the Burning Legion are bringing their terrifying figures from the Twisting Void into the material world bit by bit. The terrifying figures hang down, almost covering the entire Shadowmoon Valley.

Amidst everyone's stunned exclamations, and in the dead silence of the entire Shadowmoon Valley battlefield, only Blake pretended to take out his dwarf pocket watch from his arms and checked the time.

He shrugged and said in a strange tone:

"Well, the Legion has invaded. The devil is at work. He's so on time."