Shadow Trails in Azeroth

"Moonlight and the Flame of Hope have sealed off the chapel! Blake must have gone in there!"

Little Jaina's teleportation technique ultimately failed to send herself and Arthas directly into the chapel, because the place where the holy coffin was stored was blocked by the power of the two demigods.

That means the battle has begun, and the end result of them forcing their way in will definitely not be good.

"Oh my God! What on earth is he going to do!"

Arthas shook his hands. As someone who had seen the evil power of Frostmourne with his own eyes, he could not imagine the scene of that sword being held in the hands of his most admired Marshal Lothar.

This anger that would explode just thinking about it made the little prince hold the sword and was about to rush forward, but Jaina reached out to hold him back.

More and more people are gathering behind them. Except for those who are on the front line to block the crazy undead and cannot return, everyone else has come here in various ways.

"Follow me! Don't stay too far away from me, young man!"

A Quel'dorei elf wearing a red hood shook his head at this moment. He stretched out his hand and pulled back his hood, revealing an old but majestic face.

"Your Majesty Anastarian! You actually came in person?"

The appearance of this man shocked everyone around him.

They thought that the elves who came to help here were all commanded by Ms. Alleria, but they didn't expect that the Sun King actually came in person.

"Lotha is the last blood descendant of Thoradin, and I must stick to my agreement with the human emperor.

And young Varian Wrynn is also inside now. He is guarding Lothar with a Titan relic. Unfortunately, he is no match for Black Shaw. I cannot sit back and watch a human king encounter misfortune in front of my eyes. "

The old Sun King didn't explain much.

He reached out and grasped the magic sword at his waist. Well, it was not the Flame Strike still in Kael'thas's hand, but a gorgeous Phoenix Sword.

But when his magical attainments reached the level of the Sun King, it didn't matter whether he had a magical artifact or not.

He raised his left hand and flicked it gracefully in front of him, and a thick arcane barrier was opened, covering everyone around him.

As the Sun King raised his steps and walked towards the chapel shrouded in moonlight and flames, the people around him also grasped their weapons and followed step by step.

It was very difficult to get through the suppression of two layers of divine power, and it was very difficult for everyone to walk.

But at this time, the center of the chapel did not start a life-and-death battle as they imagined. In fact, the atmosphere between Black, Tyrande and Chi-Ji was very good.

If you exclude the bleeding archmage behind him and the energy rolling around him, this scene looks like three friends having a conversation.

The High Priest of the Moon and Chi-Ji Celestial were responsible for listening, while Black was responsible for persuading them to get out of the way.

"Illidan returns from the stars."

Blake was already a gossip as soon as he opened his mouth.

He stared at Tyrande Windspeaker, who was shrouded in moonlight and entered an enhanced state similar to the "Moonnight War God" but more inclined to the order of light. He whispered:

"I also saw that miserable lover squatting on the edge of the Dark Temple alone, holding the little yellow flower you gave her ten thousand years ago, recalling the beautiful past.

Seriously, Your Majesty, wouldn’t you consider meeting him?

You are forming an anti-demon coalition, right?

You and I both know that as long as you say a word, Illidan will immediately run back to Azeroth with his Illidari loyalists and kill everyone you dislike. "

"You're really boring, Blake."

Tyrande grasped the bow in her hand and said expressionlessly:

"You are draining the friendship we have built in Silithus, and you don't have much time. If you really want to chat, you might as well just hang up and throw the dark thing behind you aside.

I would love to chat with you for a long time.

Even these personal topics that don't interest me at all. "

"Ah, iceberg beauty, no wonder you can charm Illidan so much."

The pirate shrugged.

He felt a group of people approaching from behind. He shook his head and said:

"I am also a reserve believer of the Moon God. In theory, there is no difference between me and you, so now let me, as a future believer of the Moon God, let you describe one, uh, two prophecies, Tyrande.

A prophecy that is closely related to you Kaldorei elves.

You'd better listen carefully. "

"Say it, I'm listening."

Tyrande did not relax her bow. As long as the pirate made the slightest movement, she would launch an attack with divine power, but there was really no hostility in Black.

This made the High Priest of the Moon frown.

What the hell is this guy doing? Does he really think that he can bewitch the mind of a Moon Priest with words?

But Blake just described in a calm tone:

"Demons will soon enter this world, and because of the defeat and humiliation brought to them by the heroic night elves 10,000 years ago, you will become the first civilization to be attacked by the demons.

This time the scope of the war will be far greater than the scale of the War of the Ancients, and the Deceiver, the Defiler, and even Sargeras himself will join in this war.

The World Tree that the elves rely on to help you gain immortality will be dedicated to the war itself as the price of victory in this battle, and the countless elves waiting for resurrection will also become terrible consumables.

No need to contradict me, Tyrande.

I know you won't allow such a cruel thing to happen, which will almost cut off the foundation of Kaldorei civilization, but the cruel reality doesn't care what you think.

If we prevail, the Kaldorei civilization will continue, but you will enter a long decline.

You still have the seeds of the World Tree in your hands.

You will plant the second world tree in a path-dependent manner. However, that is just the beginning of another disaster. As the wheel of war rotates, one after another terrible enemies will appear in the next era.

You will encounter blows again and again, and eventually sink into this troubled world.

Until the final moment of judgment arrives. "

The stinky pirate paused.

A strange smile appeared on his lips, and under the moonlight, he whispered:

"The Sisters of the Moon Goddess in the world of the dead pray for Lady Elune's aid, and in order to help her loved ones survive this difficult time, Elune will choose to sacrifice all the Kaldorei in a cruel way."

"Shut up! Shameful heresy!"

Black's words completely angered Tyrande.

It wasn't because the future he described made the high priest uneasy, but more because of the nonsense he said about the moon god Elune. How could the kind moon god do such a cruel thing?

How could He give up on the Kaldorei who had always believed in Him?

"No, no, no, you have no reason to be angry, Tyrande, my first prophecy was for you! But this second prophecy"

Blake pointed to the sky.

His meaning is self-evident.

Under Tyrande's disbelieving gaze, the pirate whispered:

"Look, Ms. Elune didn't refute me. His eyes obviously penetrated the barrier between the present and the future and saw everything I described.

The future is not set in stone, you two.

The future can change.

The era of despair I describe can be avoided, and the means to avoid it are in my hands. What do you think I am doing here at the risk of being killed?

Step aside!

I'm just helping you, like I always have.

I even got it for free this time.

You two idiots!

If you choose to stop me, you are choosing to embark on that hopeless future.

Every minute you waste here means that the era of despair is getting closer!

You miserable mortals can't see the twists and turns of fate, but I can, I can tell you, you two, right here, right before my eyes, the fate of Azeroth has split between its two sides.

To my left is an age of terrible misery, a time of war that breeds nothing but endless stupidity, death, and despair.

And on my right hand is an era of ashes woven by my own hands

It will also breed war and chaos, and it will also make the whole world feel pain, but I have prepared an ending for it, an ending that will satisfy most people.

so.

I am not the one who has to make the choice today, my dear Tyrande and my dear Lord Hope. It's your turn to make a choice. Well, look, my speech ended in one minute and three seconds.

I already said that.

I can convince you in two minutes, but now you have thirty seconds left, ding ding ding ding! "

Blake raised his dwarf pocket watch and waved it in front of his eyes. He winked and said:

"Time is flowing, you two, there are only twenty-seven seconds left. I have put the fate of Azeroth into your hands. The pressure is really terrible, right?

But trust me, I'm used to it. "

"Elune on top."

The pressure that Black brought to Tyrande in an instant made the Moon Priest a little confused. If it were a random person standing in front of him, Tyrande would not believe the other person's lies at all.

As the chosen one of the Moon God, she also assumes some "prophetic" responsibilities during daily sacrifices. She knows better than most people what the profession of prophet means.

But the Blake in front of him is not one of those charlatans. Every prediction he made in the past has come true.

Just this identity and this record are terrifying.

If what he says now that makes Tyrande's heart tremble is indeed representative of the future.

The Moon Priest stared intently at the pirate's face.

She tried to capture a hint of "deception" from Blake's expression, but the latter not only showed no flaws at all, but instead put on a handsome pose to let the Moon Priest see it more clearly.

"Only fifteen seconds left."

Blake kindly reminded:

"If you can't decide, why not ask the magical Lady Elune?"

The pirate's words made Tyrande's heart sink.

She tried to pray to the moon god, but got no response. It seemed that the moon god herself was upset by Black's bad prophecy.

After all, the fact that Ms. Elune has a basically unrelated sister in the Shadow Realm is a secret among the gods and is not something that mortals like Black should know.

The Winter Queen of Ardenweald would not reveal her complicated relationship with Lady Elune, a secret that even the other Eternals did not know.

Luna now feels like she may have made a mistake in choosing Black.

This guy is a bit beyond all his expectations. He seems to have some secrets that even the gods don't know.

"Oh, is Moon God hesitating too?"

Blake glanced at the moonlight rolling in the sky and whispered:

"Let me raise the stakes, my dear lady, I only name one place, and I only name one name. Zare"

"Buzz"

The pirate had not finished speaking the noun he was about to say in his strange language. As soon as he uttered two syllables, all the moonlight in the entire chapel disappeared at this moment.

As Tyrande moaned in pain, her moon power was forcibly imprisoned. On the contrary, the bright moonlight completely enveloped Blake at this moment.

This means that Elune made the decision on behalf of Tyrande!

"Ha ha ha ha"

Black laughed and carried Frostmourne on his back. He strode past the Moon High Priest who was lying on the ground, and touched the moonlight gem decoration on Ms. Tyrande's forehead.

But there was Chi-Ji before him.

"Stop, Blake, maybe we can talk some more!"

Hope Tianzun was obviously frightened by the scene in front of him.

He saw with his own eyes that the Moon God chose Black's prophecy, which made the Supreme God feel shocked, but unfortunately, the pirate had no time to waste.

"Tianzun! Stand still and don't struggle. It won't hurt!"

Blake raised his left hand.

Laughing wildly, Xal'atath turned into colorful smoke in the posture of the ancient lord, and enveloped Chi-Ji's handsome and luxurious body like a tentacle monster.

This does not mean that Xalatath's power can match that of the Supreme God. The main thing is that the Chi-Ji God is also a little nervous at this moment.

The result was exactly what the ancient venerable wanted to do.

He could easily break free from Xal'atath's siege, but by the time he broke free, Black had already accomplished everything he wanted to do.

After all, Lothar's holy coffin is already in sight.

"Back off!"

When Black walked into the Coffin Hall with the dissipated moonlight, the last obstacle before him and Lothar's Coffin was Varian Wrynn, holding the Shield of Aggramar and wearing lion armor.

The young king holds the Power of Menethil in one hand and the Titan artifact in the other.

Judging from the look in his eyes under his helmet, it was clear that Varian would not allow Black to place the dark object in his hands into the hands of the great man he regarded as his father.

Fortunately

The pirates had no intention of discussing it with him.

"Bang, bang"

Two loud noises erupted behind Varian. The two golden Valkyrie Valkyries who had been guarding Lothar's coffin waved their golden halberds and silently launched a vicious attack on the child king.

Varian was completely unaware of the danger coming from behind.

He tried his best to burst out the Holy Light in an attempt to stop the Val'kyr's charge, but after all, he was not the holder of the Shield of Aggramar personally designated by Odin.

The Titan's holy shield in his hand could only protect him from being hurt, but it was powerless to stop Black, who was not blocked at all and walked up to the holy coffin step by step.

"No! No! I don't allow it!"

Varian roared.

But the bastard who walked into the light only gave him a dark figure. Black smashed the wooden box behind him to the ground, and the buzzing Frostmourne jumped out of the sword box in an instant.

The power of the Dark Sword has taken over this holy land of the Holy Light, and she is cheering and eager for the arrival of the real sword holder.

She had already smelled the delicious and powerful soul of the bald old man lying in the light, and the terrifying and tenacious will. He was perfect!

He is more perfect than Ner'zhul or Velen!

Blake sat condescendingly on the golden holy coffin. He looked at the bald old man in front of him who had been unconscious for too long and missed too much. This guy was lying in the coffin like a dead man. He lacked a sword that belonged to him. .

"Go ahead."

The pirate stretched out his finger and tapped the hilt of his sword in the darkness.

The only contact made the pirate's soul feel like it was frozen.

But under his push, the suspended Frostmourne drooped down little by little, and was finally placed perfectly into Lothar's free hands intertwined on his chest.

A non-existent soft click sounded in the pirate's ears, just like the last piece of the puzzle of destiny finally falling into place.

Dark bones, stand up.

Conquer the world!