Shadow Trails in Azeroth

Blake has been the Chosen One of Luna for some time.

Although in his own words, he himself felt that it was ridiculous that he, an unbeliever, could become the chosen one of the Moon Goddess.

Occasionally when he complained to his little kiss Maiev, the pirate would say that it must have been because Lady Elune had done something good with Goldrinn that night, so she was so drunk that she promoted herself to a god in an unprecedented drunken state. Chosen One.

Stinky pirates are very self-aware.

He looked at himself from beginning to end, but found nothing that matched certain characteristics of a clergyman. After all, he didn't like little boys, right?

However, the deal is already done. Although he got the Chosen in a daze, Blake is not proud of this identity. In his eyes, the majesty of the Chosen of the Moon walking on the earth on behalf of the Moon God is not as good as his domination of the endless sea. The power of evil.

After all, the identity chosen by the Moon Goddess is only useful to the elves.

Humans who believe in the Holy Light and trolls who believe in Loa don't care about him at all. If they encounter a religious lunatic like Isenlien, they might even be tied to the stake and burned to death.

But as the saying goes, even a piece of used toilet paper has its own value.

No, when facing the cold-faced Tyrande Windspeaker, Black's identity as the God's Chosen worked wonders.

The High Priest of the Moon was obviously still brooding over the last time she was humiliated and tortured by Black in the North County of the Kingdom of Stormwind, but when she saw the crescent moon emblem suspended behind Black's head, she had to express her respect with a very respectful expression. He leaned slightly towards Blake.

This is a matter of faith, and you cannot let the beautiful high priest play with the girl's temper.

Speaking of which, Tyrande wearing silver armor in a combat posture has a more sonorous and heroic temperament than Tyrande in a long skirt. Matched with her beautiful face, Queen Azshara would call her an expert when she saw it. , the amazing charm exuded by the woman in front of him under the moonlight even filled Blake's eyes with admiration.

If the other beauties were the goddess of the moon and the Titan Guardians enjoying the food, then the Tyrande in front of her was the goddess of the moon holding a rice spoon and slamming the rice into her mouth.

In terms of pure beauty, Her Majesty Tyrande is not at the same level as those vulgar fans.

Everyone laughs at Illidan.

But after witnessing the charm of Tyrande walking under the moonlight at this time, I guess everyone is Illidan.

But the pirate only had admiration in his eyes.

It's not because he is not a man, it's just because there are already three beautiful girls like this in front of him. If intimacy is not counted and only looks are counted, then Little Star, idiot Fenner and his own sister can basically be selected.

Well, that's the case with everything. Anything that's scarce becomes less valuable once there's more of it.

"I said, if you're going to talk about things, could you please take your eyes off my wife?"

Malfurion Stormrage, who returned from the moonwing flying form to the human form, spoke to Black in a calm tone. The stinky pirate shrugged, withdrew his gaze and looked behind him.

Several pirates of the children of the night were diligently moving tables and chairs for the big shots. The pirate king Anarris Yuejun and her fiancé Lilas Windrunner were standing by in person.

One person is holding a wine bottle, and the other person is holding a fruit plate.

Obviously, this black and white elf mandarin duck planned to watch this conversation forcefully.

"Come on, let's sit down and talk."

On the platform of the elf palace that had just been captured and looted by the pirates, Blake shamelessly made a "please" gesture as a master.

After sitting down, he looked aside again and said in a long voice:

"General Shandis, come and sit down too. Don't hide somewhere secretly. You have to know that if I want to assassinate your Mindo, even ten of you can't stop me.

Speaking of which, you still owe me a favor, concerning you and Jarod."

"Shut up!"

General Shandris Feathermoon, who was secretly protecting Tyrande, scolded the pirates in a cold voice to shut up. She already held the silver-winged horned eagle bow decorated with moonlight in her hand, and attached it to a living log. arrow.

As long as the stinky pirate dares to talk about her private affairs casually, the arrow will soon appear on the stinky pirate's forehead as a "decoration".

The general stepped forward with a cold face and stood beside his Mindo, tying his hands and assuming a "bodyguard" posture. Although with Tyrande's strength, Yuyue did not need to protect her.

But this is more of a proof of the identity of the High Priest of the Moon, and represents the close relationship between Shandris and Tyrande. They are mother and daughter who are not related by blood.

Although the age difference between mother and daughter is only a few decades, they have both lived for more than 10,000 years.

"Well, before I start, let me ask you a question."

Black pursed his lips, and Lilas immediately stepped forward to pour wine for the three big men. This little puppy of the Windrunner family was very eye-catching and polite. He poured wine for the captain, and then changed it to hot tea for Big Drew. The offerings of Yi and Yue are filled.

Then he stood behind Black, exactly in the same position as General Yuyue, to enhance his captain's momentum.

Well, the top atmosphere group belongs to it.

"Are you two here on your own behalf? Or on behalf of the Cenarion Order and the Sisters of Elune?"

Blake picked up the wine glass, leaned back in his chair in a lazy manner, and said:

"Are you here to mediate this war? Or to participate in it? The last question, if you are here to mediate, what are you going to do?"

"We come for peace."

Malfurion glanced at his wife and said to Black seriously:

"This is an internal matter of the elves, and neither Ricardore nor the Elves can sit idly by. Although we have not established formal diplomatic relations with the Nightborne and Quel'dorei, we are all descendants of the Elf Empire. It is a clan of blood brothers.

Even if we don’t talk about blood, let’s just talk about the significance of the existence of both parties to the world.

As the demonic invasion predicted by you gets closer and closer, it is not in everyone's interest to allow precious combat power to be wasted in internal fighting. "

"And Azshara"

Tyrande added calmly:

"Elisande was a cunning ruler who shared with the Sisters of Elune the growing conflict between the Shal'dorei and the Deep Sea Empire and invited us to join the rebellion against Queen Azshara.

Although this alliance does not mean that the Kaldorei will be involved in all wars and conflicts caused by the Nightborne, if we are to guard against the threat of Queen Azshara, then we need to persuade our allies to conserve their strength.

I believe that the elves of Quel'Thalas, founded by Dath'Remar Sunstrider, will also understand the common dilemma we face.

They cannot expect Queen Azshara to forgive their 'sins'.

I have met Queen Azshara with my own eyes, and I am very familiar with her behavior. No matter what the Quel'dorei think, in the eyes of the Queen, there is no difference between their behavior of tearing apart the land and sealing borders and Elisande's overstepping the throne. There is no essential difference.

In the eyes of the Queen, they are all traitors.

Of course, so do we ‘wild elves’.

The Queen will never tolerate the existence of traitors. From this point of view, our involvement in this war is not just for peace of mind, Your Majesty Black."

"Uh, don't use this title. It makes me look old all of a sudden."

The stinky pirate waved his hand very "humbly", put down his wine glass, spread his hands and said:

"I roughly understand the reasons for your actions and what you mean. I have to say that your decision is very correct. If I were you, I would most likely make the same decision.

But I guess you have overlooked one point, about the cause of this war.

If you watched the battle that took place today, you will know that the conflict between the Shal'dorei and the Quel'dorei cannot be bridged. The Nightborne hope to get the Sunwell, but the Quel'dorei will not do so easily. Give up your holy land.

Both sides are trying to survive!

What reasons are you going to use to persuade the Children of the Night to withdraw their troops? Or persuade the Queldorei elves to be more generous? Can you conjure a well of eternity that satisfies all cravings for magical experiences? "

This question kept the three Kaldorei executives in front of them silent for a long time.

Finally, Malfurion sighed and said:

"Yes, Lord Black, your question is something we cannot ignore. Before coming here, we thought we could convince them with the future and common threats.

But after witnessing the fight to the death between the two sides, I have lost confidence in this mediation. That's why we're visiting you tonight.

Maybe the answers we can't find can be found in you? "

This answer made the pirate blink, he grinned and said in a long voice:

"But I am not a pacifist, I am a pirate, everyone, I like chaos, I pursue disputes, war is my cash machine, and destruction is my colosseum.

I tell you both without humility that I was the one who secretly incited Elisande's ambitions for the Sunwell, and it was I who cooperated with her to complete this fatal raid on Quel'dorei.

I personally led the situation to this point, and I am the instigator of this war. "

Blake raised his left hand and made a puppet motion.

He said:

"I feel like everything is still under control now. To put it simply, I haven't gotten what I want, I haven't had enough. You want peace?

No!

I won't give it to you.

unless"

The stinky pirate raised his fingers at the three of them and said:

"You can satisfy my desire for profit and my pursuit of treasure. You want a solution to the problem, right? I can give you some dark wisdom for free.

listen!

The Nightborne came here to carry out their conquest under the command of Elisande. You must understand that when a person rules a city for ten thousand years, the obedience of others becomes a fatal tradition.

If they want the Children of the Night to retreat, they must first eliminate the culprit who has been encouraging their ambitions.

I mean, you have to kill Elisande and let the Quel'dorei hold the Holy Land. Or kill Anastarion and help the Nightborne complete their conquest to gain their goodwill.

Yes!

You cannot bring peace and eliminate the problem of war on your own, but you can kill the people who cause the problem once and for all.

Although this cannot cure the root cause, it is completely sufficient to treat the symptoms. "

The stinky pirate put down his wine glass and picked up his pipe. As the first wisp of smoke rose, he whispered:

"This is also one of my goals. In the past, people would offer me a reward to kill someone. Today I also experienced the feeling of being a boss.

Go ahead and kill Elisande or the Sun King, and you will have the peace you want.

And you know what’s the best part? "

Black picked up the wine glass again, raised his glass to Malfurion and Tyrande with a wink, and said:

"You can't be greedy and want it all. For the sake of peace, you must choose a side."

"That's not the answer we want."

Tyrande shook his head and said:

"Killing is not the virtue of the Moon God. Choosing one side also means that we will lose the other side. Forget it, I probably shouldn't have pinned my hopes on seeking the advice of a prophet of chaos in the first place.

Tomorrow morning, in the name of Kaldorei, we will invite the Grand Magister and the Sun King to discuss with the town where the war broke out today.

If you have time, Your Majesty Black, I hope you can be here. "

"I don't have time, I'm going to sleep in."

Blake immediately refused.

He said boredly:

"I'm not interested in hearing a thousand-year-old woman point her nose and curse. Well, I'm not talking about you, Your Majesty Tyrande, I'm talking about Elisande.

If she does go to the appointment tomorrow, then you will be 'blessed'.

I guess you can definitely appreciate how high the elegant Saras language can be raised in terms of trolling people. To be honest, in terms of 'language art', Elisande is really the best I have ever seen. The most talented guy. "

Having said this, Blake grinned and said:

"It will definitely be an eye-opener for you, so I won't send you two off. Good night."

The pirate raised his glass, said goodbye to Malfurion and Tyrande who had already stood up, and watched as the archdruid transformed into a beautiful and majestic moon-winged form, carrying his wife and disappearing into the night.

A few seconds later, Black looked back at General Shandris Feathermoon. He drank all the wine in the glass in one gulp and said in a strange tone:

"Why are you staying here? Are you going to ask me for advice on the secret technique of 'Palace Fighting'? No, as General Yuyue, you can't even deal with a country elf girl in a love war?"

"Shut up, you stinky pirate with three tongues!"

General Yuyue waved her bow in displeasure, and she threatened:

"Don't sleep too hard tonight!"

"whispering sound."

The pirate looked Shandris up and down and said disdainfully:

"Your fat figure is not my cup of tea at all, so don't come! I'm too lazy to spend time training you. Tell me, why are you staying? Do you have any differences with your parents that you want to express?"

"Yes."

Shandis looked around and whispered:

"My Mindo was trapped by the Sisters of Elune and the will of faith. She could not make such a cruel decision, and my father always hated war.

Although he was occasionally pedantic, he really wanted to see peace.

But I'm different.

I am a soldier, I pursue victory, and before coming here, Jarod reminded me of something. You just said that in the war on Ku Island, we must choose a side, right? "

"Yeah, what's the problem?"

Black showed a meaningful smile, holding a pipe in his mouth and said to Shandis:

"So what exactly are you trying to say?"

"Can we choose your side?"

General Yuyue raised her head and looked at Blake with burning eyes. She said seriously:

"We should be on the side of the winner, or in the words of you humans, if you want to win, you have to bet with the dealer. Although you try hard to create an image of staying out of it, in fact you are also a party to this war. Right?

Moreover, I am curious, how many parties are involved in this war?

I feel that this war has just begun, and even the Sunwell may not be the final goal of this war. I feel that you are promoting something that no one knows but is absolutely terrible. "

"Tsk, are you Shandris Feather Moon? Or are you the Dread Lord in disguise?"

Blake flicked his pipe and said:

"Did you accidentally find some strange fruit in Mount Hyjal and after eating it, your IQ suddenly increased several times? If there is such a fruit, please bring me some quickly. My sister needs this kind of brain supplement very much."

"No kidding! I'm serious."

Shandis said seriously:

"You have to give me an accurate answer, Mr. Black"

"Ahem, I think with the unclear relationship between you and Jarod, you can no longer call me Your Excellency."

The pirate coughed and said:

"Your plan is very good, but unfortunately, we are not open to betting business for the time being. You have to fight your own battle. This is your own choice. Shandris, I don’t need to jump left and right for you this time. Opportunity.

Gee, speaking of it, you are much more qualified than your mother.

Want to be the Kaldorei Queen?

Don’t be formal, just say it.

If you want, I will help you arrange it right away. "