Shadow Trails in Azeroth

The Karabo Temple was very lively this evening. In order to celebrate the great victory in the war against the demons, the local people held a grand bonfire party here.

Their joy and happiness are understandable, after all, the dying world of Draenor has begun to regain its vitality, especially after Archdruid Hishari Black Crow of the Cenarion Expedition announced that the vitality of Everglades has begun to grow. , both the orcs and the draenei were immersed in the happiness of the rest of their lives.

Even the elements of the world came to join in the fun.

Tonight's shamans, no matter where they came from, could feel the extremely active elemental power. Even without their request, the elements took the initiative to help light a large bonfire for cheering and enjoyment.

The Draenor pirates on the Ashland Peninsula got all kinds of fine wine from nowhere, the Draenei took out the food supplies they had reserved, and the traveler Zhou Zhuo, who had no shortcomings except for fighting and being cheap, was invited Come be a chef.

The entire Karabor Temple became a sea of ​​joy.

The usually serious paladins all made an exception today to have a good time drinking. The young paladins who followed Turalyon to another world also quickly got lost in the hot charm of the enthusiastic hoof girl.

Less than an hour after the hedonic banquet started, several paladins were invited out by their fellow Draenei female defenders to "go around."

Regarding this ambiguous invitation, Turalyon just pretended not to see it.

Interrupting other people's enjoyment will be resented. Don't think that becoming a Paladin will make you immune to "justice's blackmail".

Moreover, the Lord Knight is also very sad now. He is thinking that if Ms. Alleria is here, and he proposes marriage in such a warm atmosphere, maybe it will happen?

Looking at Luo Ning and Miss Vereesa hugging each other and spreading dog food next to them, it really makes people unhappy.

But don't be too envious of these lucky young guys. As far as Turalyon knows, among the current group of draenei defenders, most of the female defenders are easily over a thousand years old.

The draenei are immortals. Just look at Velen and you will know that once blessed by the Holy Light, these draenei can even achieve "eternal life".

Therefore, tonight is not a beautiful memory of innocent girls and passionate young people. It is just a group of grandmothers who came to find some fresh meat to satisfy their craving.

But looking at the eagerness of the Paladins to try, I guess they wouldn't care about this.

In addition to the enthusiasm of the hoof girls, the generally serious male draenei also let go to find happiness tonight.

They took off their armor by the campfire and started a small "Jedney Contest" amidst the cheers of the drunken warriors, naked except for a pair of shorts.

This is a way for the draenei to celebrate.

Seeing these draenei with strong muscles and round waists slam into each other like Tabu sheep and start wrestling fiercely, the charm of male hormones is simply overwhelming.

Some female human paladins and female mages, as well as a small group of men, had their eyes wandering.

In addition to these, the centaur and wild boar mercenaries who survived the tragic war were also invited to the banquet. They fought terribly in this battle.

Of the more than 30,000 mercenaries in total, less than 3,000 were able to come back alive. Fortunately, these two races were notoriously heartless and enjoyed fighting. Otherwise, the battle loss ratio alone would have been enough to make them collapse on the spot.

The centaurs, led by their respective prophets, mourned the victims, and then rushed away to the large dining table where the food was piled to eat like revenge.

They have used their sacrifices to obtain generous food rewards for their tribesmen, and now it is time for them to enjoy the simple pleasure of victory.

Everyone was very satisfied with the banquet, even the Illidari and Death Knights came to join in the fun, but these two groups always wandered among the crowd, and occasionally "invited" a few guys out to "have fun" .

The good news is that Black's warning was correct, and there was indeed a Dreadlord among the crowd who planned to take advantage of the opportunity to cause trouble.

The bad news is that the people mixed in the crowd are all low-level Nasrezim, and there are basically no high-level demons that are really powerful enough to avoid the detection of demon hunters.

Therefore, rather than deliberately provoking trouble, this is more like a desperate attempt by the Dread Lords to avoid failure.

But this news did not make the pirate feel at ease. As a very successful warlock, no one knew the Nasrezim's disgusting brown sugar habits better than him.

Once stuck to them, it is difficult to get rid of them.

"I'm sure that bitch Jin Tesha is observing me secretly, but I just don't know who she will appear as today?"

At the platform of the two-story building of Karabor Temple, the stinky pirate held a bottle of wine and complained to Akama beside him:

"Perhaps you who are drinking with me are the Dread Witch in disguise? I should stab you with two swords to see if it's true. If you bleed or die, maybe you are the real one."

"Are you Azeroth's spellcasters so bold when it comes to identifying authenticity?"

Sitting on the edge of the platform, the leader of the Ashtongue Deathsworn pulled down his hood. This guy who had always been bitter and resentful was unexpectedly honest today.

His eyes under the hood scanned the joyful Temple of Karabor, eyes shining with nostalgia. This grand banquet reminded him of the long-gone old days.

When he was Archbishop of Carabo, such banquets would occasionally be held in this city filled with holy light.

These seem to represent the return of the good old days.

But his twisted and hunched body and arms reminded him that those memories would never reappear in this dark place. This cold reality awakened Akama from his memories.

He raised his head and took a sip of the wine with a bit of disgust towards himself. The spicy taste made him cough.

He even coughed up tears.

"Cry if you want, why should you be so hypocritical?"

Blake next to him said in a mean tone:

“What shame do weather-beaten old men have to cry in the dark for everything they have lost?

Especially for someone like you who has experienced a lot, shedding a few tears will make you appear more real in front of such a joyful thing as regaining your temple.

A warm-hearted pirate like me will not laugh at your weakness. "

"But you can't even hide the smile on your face, you bastard."

Akama complained.

But soon, the leader of the Broken Ones raised his head and looked at the unique reflection of the world of Argus in the especially clear night sky tonight.

After a few seconds, Akama suddenly said:

"Just an hour ago, Old Hatun, the chieftain of Cro'ku who followed Illidan Stormrage to Draenor, came to see me secretly.

Our ancient brethren who remained behind extended an invitation to me and all the Broken Ones of Draenor, draenei aliens twisted by suffering, and Hatton thought we should unite.

Compared with his determination and proud self-identity, we broken ones seem too weak. "

Akama hesitated.

He seemed to be seeking advice, and while sipping the wine with his sharp-toothed mouth, he said to Blake:

"Old Chief Hatton didn't think that becoming a Broken One was a disaster at all, he was even proud of it. He believed that the form of the Broken One was a symbol of the fragmentation and distortion of the world of Argus.

That is the glory of their ancient remnants who stayed in their hometown and fought for more than 20,000 years. Therefore, Hatun trusts us more than the Draenei and Velen.

He regards us as compatriots who truly care about their hometown.

He invites us to return to Argus with his Crokus to continue the battle.

Blake, I now have no doubts about your wisdom. What do you think we should do in the face of this invitation? "

"Hey, you need to pay for help."

Blake squinted and said:

"I did a small favor for Viren in the afternoon, and he gave me a very generous reward. You asked me to predict your fate, so why don't you show me your favor?"

"You are good at everything, but your greedy appetite is disgusting."

Akama said in a gloomy voice:

"You can take everything we have, and I need some advice right now."

"Then I'll tell you, don't make a hasty decision yet."

Blake snorted, pointed to the sky, and said:

“Although the world of Argus was pulled by Illidan to the stars within easy reach of Draenor, the road to that world is currently blocked.

You can only rely on the Draenei to repair their spaceship and carry you back across the star sea.

Therefore, it is not a good idea to completely fall out with the draenei now. Besides, I also know something about the situation in Old Hatton. They lived a really hard life in Krokuun.

In contrast, you Broken Ones in the world of Draenor can at least have enough food and clothing. Old Hatton's initiative to come to you is actually not an invitation to return to Argus and Akama.

You should be more discerning. "

said the pirate in a hushed voice;

"He is testing your attitude towards them. The Croku tribe can survive to this day in the suffering Argus, and every one of them is a human spirit.

I believe in their strong feelings for their hometown, and I also believe that they are willing to sacrifice everything for Argus, but look at that world, even with the naked eye, you can see that the world has fallen apart.

That's not a good place to live.

Any leader with any sense would not choose to fight to the end there if they had a better choice. "

Akama's eyes lit up, he blinked and said:

"So, Old Hatton actually wants us to accept them? Rather than annexing us in turn?"

"That's most likely the case."

The pirate snapped his fingers and said:

"You can test it out. Anyway, Shadowmoon Valley has been reshaped now, and the Ashtongue Deathsworn has taken back the Karabor Temple. Although they have to share it with Illidari, this city is big enough.

It is enough to accommodate the old, weak, sick and disabled in Kroku, and give the soldiers a place to rest.

The world is resurrecting, my Akama.

Draenor not only belongs to the orcs and draenei, it also belongs to the Broken. You can build a new home here, and you can see your home planet every night when you raise your head.

You swore to free it.

But this does not conflict with you living a good life in the new world.

Even a more prosperous and better Azeroth."

Blake grinned and said in a long voice:

"After all, Argus is no longer suitable for survival. You, Velen, Nobundo, and even the stubborn Maraad should understand this cruel reality.

Saving your home planet is more of an obsession than a necessity for you.

People need ideals to support themselves to survive, but people also need to eat, drink, sleep and fall in love. These activities are difficult to complete in Argus.

Last time Nobundo came to me to predict the fate of the Broken Ones, didn't I tell you?

You can become the King of the Broken in Argus, or you can leave some of you to live there and remember the past.

But if the Broken Ones want to grow and develop, they always need a place that can support you.

Okay, here’s my advice, and now I’m going to get paid. "

The pirate coughed and whispered to Akama:

"Activate the city's defenses and seal off the inner sanctum of the Temple of Karabor"

"Huh? What do you want to do?"

Akama suddenly trembled and looked at Black.

The latter shrugged, drank the wine in his hand, let out a comfortable burp, and said to the Broken One:

"I'm going to do something bad to entertain myself.

When others ask, I tell them that this was a mistake made by the Ashtongue Deathsworn when they were cleaning the palace. I don't need long, just ten minutes is enough. "

"You'd better restrain yourself."

Akama stood up and said to the drunk Black:

"There are so many powerful people here. If you really do something terrible, it won't end well."

"You seem to have guessed what I'm going to do."

The pirate blinked and said:

"You are such a clever little kid. According to the tradition of pirates, I should kill you now to prevent you from leaking the secret and making a joke. I actually don't care what other people think.

Do me a favor and get to work, okay? "

After sending Akama away, Black stretched hard on the spot, looked back at the joyful banquet below, grinned, took a step back and disappeared into the gentle shadows of the night.

A few minutes later, as the internal defenses of Karabor Temple were "accidentally activated" by a clumsy Breaker warrior, all the passage doors leading to the inner temple were closed together.

This news alarmed the Arch Druid Staghelm who was guarding important things in the inner hall, as well as a group of Draenei undead cultivating here. On the altar behind them is a large sword box made of living wood.

It was the Tree of Life taken from the Everbloom Grove, and only this kind of thing could isolate the terrifying corrosion of the magic sword Frostmourne on any life.

But even if it is blocked by the tree of life, the cold breath of death still continues to escape.

"Everyone is having fun outside, why don't you join in? Choosing to be a child who doesn't fit in is not the right attitude towards life.

I mean, even if you are an undead, you have to pretend to be lively, right? "

Blake walked out of the floating shadows, wearing a pirate costume and holding a pipe in his mouth. He drunkenly looked at the Archdruid Staghelm and the vigilant undead in front of him.

Facing his question, the leader of the undead Draenei, Ms. Yrel, who had just become a death knight but was still very weak because she had held Frostmourne, replied in a hoarse voice:

"Thank you for your kindness, Mr. Black, but no happiness belongs to the dead, and the living do not share our emotions. We only find them noisy."

"Well, there must be something wrong with the way you find happiness."

Blake complained.

Under the gaze of all the undead, he passed over the expressionless Archdruid Staghelm, walked to the altar, and put his hand on the sword box of Frostmourne that was sealed by the living wood.

His hair seemed to be blown around by the escaping breath of death.

When the cold light illuminated his blue eyes, he whispered:

"Thank you for your hard work. Thank you for guarding this sword and not allowing anyone to get close. You have done your job very well. Your attitude deserves praise.

Everyone, you can get off work and go out and do something to please yourself.

Next, it's up to me to deal with all the trouble Frostmourne brings. "