Shadow Trails in Azeroth

The orcs gathered to collect the remains of Brox and Ner'zhul.

It's okay to say that Brox has at least a black scorched bone that can be missed, but Ner'zhul is much miserable. After completing the ascension ceremony, he has no traces of flesh and blood anymore, so everyone can only restrain the clothes of the old orc. Into an urn.

Next, they will go to Nagrand to hold a grand comfort ceremony for the two orc heroes at Washugu, the sacred mountain of the orcs. At that time, all the orc clans will send people to participate.

However, this ceremony was still in the preparatory stage, and there was a conflict among the orcs over the fate of the two old orcs.

The urn of Ner'zhul's ashes will be taken to the ancient sacred mountain of Oshu, where it will rest for a period of time and then be brought back to the necropolis of Shadowmoon Valley. This is the final resting place of all the Shadowmoon chiefs.

No one has an opinion on this.

Only on the choice of Brox's burial place, the two groups had a fierce confrontation. Shamans such as Drektal believed that Brox had sacrificed for Draenor and should be buried in Nagrand. Under the Holy Mountain.

But Chief Red and his lackeys obviously have different opinions.

The quarrel between the two sides has reached a fever pitch, even causing some Draenei who were enjoying their victory to lie down and watch the fun.

Blake was also attracted.

He had just finished drinking with a group of Mag'har pirates, and drank alone and knocked down a group of noobs, which made the pirates feel happy. It was fun to see the greenskins quarreling, but after watching it for a while, it became boring.

Because the quarrels between the orcs are so boring, and the green skinned curse words are so poor, there is no wisdom to be learned from such quarrels, and there is no fun at all.

"Brox Saurfang is actually dead, but no one dared to tell him this fact."

The drunken pirate suddenly said something and then made himself amused.

With a weird smile on his face, he walked to the other side, ready to have some drinks with the hoof girl guardsmen with cute little tails in the hall next to them.

As a result, as soon as he left this lively hall, he saw Prophet Velen sitting in a quiet courtyard high up, meditating.

The prophet was holding the purple crystal that he never left his hand, frowning as if he was trying to understand the future. He was so attentive that he didn't even notice the approach of the drunk Blake.

"Is it painful? Prophet, I see that you are being disturbed by visions of the future. It seems that you cannot decide on an important matter. Do you need to find a colleague to talk to you about your distress?"

The stinky pirate took off his pipe and asked suddenly, waking up Viren who was contemplating the future.

The latter put down the shining crystal in his hand and glanced at Blake, who smelled of alcohol, with complicated eyes. After a few seconds, he nodded.

explain:

"I have never been able to find anyone to talk to about this distress before, but maybe you can understand my burden. Lord Black, as such an outstanding prophet, you have just personally demonstrated to me the miracle you created.

I really want to ask you, how do you take the ever-changing future into your hands and use it to your advantage? "

Velen, who had also experienced ups and downs today, looked very haggard. He stroked his beard, sighed, and asked for advice in a sincere tone:

"Seeing you so skillfully fluctuate the thread of fate and make everything move forward according to your plan really makes me very envious. It even gave me a new understanding of the profession of prophet.

If I had one-tenth of your abilities, I might have been able to avoid the disasters of the past ten years, and my people and I wouldn't have to go through such ups and downs.

Maybe you can teach me?

I heard that you have been working to spread your dark wisdom in Azeroth? Can you share some with me? "

“Of course, I would love to share my experience with my amazing peers.”

When the pirate heard Velen blowing his rainbow fart, he suddenly felt proud. He grinned, pulled out his chair and sat in front of Velen.

He adjusted his expression and said seriously to Viren:

"Describe your problem, Prophet. I need to know what your concerns are?

Also, stop taking the blame for the draenei's disaster in Draenor on yourself.

You lost your ability to predict when the Draenei fell into this world, and you only recovered it a few years ago. You have been hiding this news for the sake of the peace of mind of your people.

But this cannot be hidden from me.

You didn't predict the massacre of the orcs at all, perhaps because Kil'jaeden, who had malicious intentions, had done something secretly. In short, this matter cannot be entirely blamed on you. "

Viren nodded.

He did not refute Black's excuse for himself, and he seemed not to want to talk more about this matter, so he adjusted his tone, raised the purple crystal in his hand, and said:

"I have had the ability to predict the future since I was a child, and after getting this 'Soul Song' crystal that can reveal the future, I have more detailed control over the future.

I can see many future directions in my dream, but this makes me more and more confused.

Because I know the future is uncertain and therefore I cannot make a choice.

For me, I always feel anxious when I see the future not going the way I predicted, and that uncertainty puts me at a loss.

Many times, that means a false start.

And one mistake will extend into many mistakes until the matter cannot end. I've made this mistake more than once during my past exodus from the stars, even leading to the death of a noble naaru, and I've always blamed myself for it.

Although they all said it was not my fault, as a prophet, I failed to grasp the correct context, which in itself was a fatal mistake that cannot be refuted. "

At this point, the old prophet sighed and said:

“I even feel that predicting the future is not a blessing for me, but a terrible burden. The more I know, the more painful it is.

The more you understand, the more you understand how weak human beings are in the face of fate.

I want to change.

But I'm afraid of change.

The shackles built by fate surround me, and every thread of those shackles is as heavy as a mountain.

I can only be like a mouse trying to understand everything but completely unable to understand the true meaning of fate, finding a respite for my people in the cracks of darkness. "

"Yes, I have been stuck in this kind of thinking for a while, but this is normal."

Blake immediately understood the prophet's distress.

He said in a hypocritical tone of voice:

“When I first became a prophet, I was very hesitant and timid about changing the future, because I was afraid that seeing the future I knew so messed up by my own hands would make me lose control of the future.

This means that I will personally eliminate the greatest advantage to me.

Changing destiny is a dangerous thing for a prophet. It means that we are actively giving up our advantages and being pushed to the bottom by chaotic destiny.

You must be in pain, right?

Knowing what will happen in the future but unable to stop it, we can only watch the tragedy happen.

One step forward will lead you into a trap, one step back will lead you into a desperate situation.

The only option is to stay where you are.

There is so much to come, so many changes, you can see and hear, but you cannot catch the pulse of the changes.

The choice is always difficult.

More choices means more to lose.

What's more, you also shoulder the fate of a race. "

"Yes, yes! That's it!"

Black's words made Velen's eyes light up. The old prophet nodded and said:

“That’s what troubles me the most.

I want to lead my people forward to avoid danger in advance, so I can't lose my vision of the future. But if I do too much, once my destiny is disrupted, I will become a real 'blind man', and I will no longer be able to see the hidden things. crisis.

Just like a scale, we must strive to maintain a balance at both ends, but this balance is really difficult to grasp.

What you summarized is really accurate.

So, how do you get past this vexing dilemma? "

The prophet's reaction also made the pirate shrug. He rubbed his chin and comforted:

"Don't be anxious, let's talk slowly.

First of all, let’s be sure that just because things have turned out like this doesn’t mean you’re not good enough, Your Excellency the Prophet.

In fact, you are too good to have so much pain, but in my opinion, Lord Velen is an excellent prophet but not an excellent 'destiny weaver'.

Being able to see the future does not mean that you can be a good prophet, it is just the basic skill of our profession.

If everything follows a predetermined destiny, then the ability to see into the future will be the same as not having it at all. In that case, we regard the thread of destiny as an untouchable golden rule, and can only move around in the cracks left by fate.

That's not called a prophet.

That's called 'Prisoner of Destiny'. "

The pirate said to Velen, who raised his eyebrows, in a tone of sharing professional experience:

"You may not have that experience, but bronze dragons exist in Azeroth. They are the guardians of the timeline and destiny. Any attempt to change the destiny in that world will attract the attack of the bronze dragons.

The first time I changed my destiny was because I was forced to do so because if I didn't change, I would die.

I was also terrified under the threat of death.

If I fail, I will face a fate worse than death.

But after I used my crude skills at the time to set a trap for the bronze dragon, I realized the true use of the 'prophet ability'.

Destiny is there, a complex framework but not untouchable.

It's like a lot of colorful building blocks. As long as you find the right way, you can stack them at will to make the future what you want!

With this first experience, I began to radically change my destiny. I personally tried to mess up the future. I no longer resisted change but accepted it with a more open mind.

I am no longer afraid that the chaos of the future will make me weak, because every time I change the future, I will plant powerful seeds for myself.

I am like a spider lying on the web of fate, unraveling the threads of fate from the past bit by bit, and using those materials to carefully weave a future that belongs only to me and advances only according to my ideas!

Many people are curious, don't I worry about my failure when I do something crazy?

I'll answer them, I'm not worried!

Because before I decide to do something, I already know that I will definitely win!

It may seem to others that I am gambling, but in fact I am just harvesting the fruits of victory that have taken root and sprouted from the seeds I planted in the past. Because when my enemies have not killed me in the past, I have already won in the future. "

Blake paused.

He looked at Velen and concluded:

“As prophets, our understanding of reality is different from others. Their ‘present’ is our ‘past’ and their ‘future’ is our ‘present’.

We are always one step ahead, which is the biggest advantage.

Understanding this is the key point that we must grasp accurately, plant the seeds now, and let them take root and sprout when we need them in the future, becoming our help.

As long as you plant enough seeds, you can support a future that you can ride on.

It's like playing a game of chess.

Prophet, when others can only predict what will happen next, what we have to consider is how to end it. In my opinion, obtaining maximum benefits with minimum damage is the true behavior style of a prophet.

Others are gamblers of fate.

But we are the dealers of destiny. "

The pirate took out his Titan good luck die and placed it in front of the prophet. He said:

"Just like this dice, ordinary people will leave everything to fate the moment they throw it out.

But every good prophet is the best gambler. When we throw the dice of fate, we can throw out as many points as we want, not because we are lucky.

Just because this die is filled with lead.

We are indeed cheating, but the truth of the prophet is that simple. "

Viren frowned.

He understood, but what Black said conflicted with his style of doing things, so he was hesitant to adopt this very utilitarian suggestion.

But the stinky pirates don't care about that.

He raised his eyebrows and said to Viren:

"Your Majesty the Prophet, I have given you the dark wisdom you seek. It is up to you whether you use it or not, but my dark wisdom is not free."

"Well, I'll pay for this awesome experience."

The prophet smiled.

The next second, Blake shook his head.

He took off his pipe, stared into Viren's eyes, and said seriously:

"It's not money I want."

"I know that you have seen some sketches of Frostmourne and Brox's future. Mr. Prophet, there is no need to deny that I have noticed the changes in your expression.

You saw what I was going to do next, and you were worried about it.

This is the reward I want! "

The pirate said in a deep voice:

"Don't reveal it, don't say a word!

From now on, when you see any future related to me, don't say a word to others, and I will not reveal the slightest bit about the future of you and your people.

This was an agreement between the prophets.

You have to know that if two prophets go to war, the whole world will be unrest. Deal? "

Viren was silent.

The old prophet whispered:

"What you are about to do is a terrible thing."

"I will give you a chance to recover Argus!"

Black took out his chips without hesitation.

These words made Velen look up suddenly, and the old prophet saw the determination on the pirate's face and the gesture of holding the sword at his waist.

Obviously, this is a choice.

war?

Or peace?

"I agreed."

Viren nodded, and a smile appeared on the pirate's face again. He winked at Viren and said:

"Look, you got it!

The 'seed' of Frostmourne was planted by you in the present, adding another fuel to the precarious future. It's not difficult to prepare the future, right?

We just need to give the wheel of fate a hard kick at the right time. We don't need to brake, we want to make it fall faster! "

The old prophet was stunned for a moment, and then a smile appeared in the corners of his eyes.

The smile grew stronger and stronger, and finally turned into a cheerful smiling face.

really.

The work of compiling destiny is not as difficult as he imagined.