Shadow Trails in Azeroth

No one slept on Kui Island that night

Well, okay, that's a bit of an exaggeration.

At least Black and his pirates slept well. They piled together the treasures they looted from the Magister's Platform, and like the legendary dragon, used these luxurious things to make themselves a "big bed".

Large groups of pirates feasted and drank around the dazzling wealth, cheering and cheering for this epic robbery that could be recorded in history, and they were noisy all night long.

As for their outstanding leader, the powerful Black Shaw also spent the night happily.

Well, it hurts and makes me happy.

The ancient sage who was supposed to control the swarm of insects in the north to conquer Azjol Nerub sneaked into "night attack" Lord Black who wanted to cultivate his moral character.

The stinky pirate really wanted to refuse the temptation of beauty.

But after his little goblin took possession of a body, he became more and more proficient in the ways of seduction. In the end, it turned out that Blake's spiritual cultivation was still not good enough.

In the early hours of the morning, Xalatas, who left with satisfaction, disappeared as quietly as she came from Kui Island, which was tightly blockaded by pirates.

The Supreme Lord and the Lord of Darkness have no interest in the elven civil war.

To use her sarcastic words, what's the point of watching a bunch of gangsters fighting from the same origin? It's better to go to the snowfields of the North to watch the crypt lords hunt mammoths and dragons for the excitement.

Besides, after completing the conquest of the nerubians, Xal'atath will probably stay in Draenor for a long time to truly shape her swarm into the aqir swarm she remembers.

This is a job that requires a lot of energy.

Although the void connection with Blake allowed her to travel between the two worlds by walking in the void, she couldn't cuddle and hold him up with Blake every day, which somewhat made Xal'atath feel a little uninterested.

However, except for the pirates, it was indeed difficult for other forces on Likui Island to sleep well that night.

The Nightborne are preparing to attack, and the Quel'dorei are working hard to organize a defense. The Kaldorei have just emerged from the forest of Kui Island and are also sending envoys to contact the warring parties.

Everyone is very busy.

It wasn't until the early morning of the next day that Tyrande's handwritten letter was finally delivered to the leaders of both sides. For the Kaldorei who suddenly appeared and tried to become mediators, the black-skinned and white-skinned people responded in completely different ways.

Sun King Anastarian, who was already a little anxious, immediately responded to the Kaldorei's kindness.

Obviously, the Sun King still trusts his "distant relatives" more than the "employment" proposed by Black Shaw.

However, he did not intend to surrender, he just wanted to delay some time through the Kaldorei's neutral proposal to give the Quel'dorei reinforcements a chance to arrive.

The Sun King knew he could not give up the Sunwell.

This is a matter of principle.

Compared to Anastarian's enthusiastic treatment, Elisande was a little scornful of the letter sent by Tyrande, with strong dissatisfaction.

As far as the Nightborne Queen is concerned, she has come to an agreement with the Sisterhood of Elune over Azshara's threat.

The two sides are already an offensive and defensive alliance.

Under such circumstances, the appearance of the Kaldorei army and important figures is to help the Nightborne win this battle, rather than to jump out and act as some damn mediator.

Who are you!

He came here to mediate the war. This is a battle for survival. Do you really think it’s a joke? Can conflicts over the right to exist be resolved by holding hands and singing together?

These Kaldorei are so childish and ridiculous!

The Grand Magister originally didn't want to pay attention to this three-party meeting, but soon, she was cunning and realized that this was an opportunity!

If the Sun King would attend the meeting held by the night elves, it would mean that the Sunwell's defense would lose its highest commander for at least the duration of the meeting.

This means that the success rate of the sneak attack she planned last night will be greatly improved.

Wonderful.

Elisande caught the blind spot, and she immediately sent her envoy to report back to Tyrande, saying that she would personally attend the meeting for peace.

But secretly, the Sha'dorei Demon Hunter Master was already commanding the losers in the cruel training, and under the cover of advancing on the frontal battlefield, they circled towards the Sunwell.

None of this escaped the attention of the pirates who occupied the advantageous location.

But the pirates didn't inform Quel'dorei, and those white-skinned elves didn't pay the fleet, so why should they share information with them?

It’s going to cause chaos!

The more chaos, the better. The pirates also hope that the Children of the Night will be more powerful and can break through the Sunwell's defenses today, so as to create an opportunity for them to sneak into the luxurious palace and rob.

If something were not wrong, the stinky pirates would all want to be a cheerleader to cheer up the children of the night who were running for a sneak attack.

In short, during this ulterior waiting, when the sun reached nine o'clock, in the temporary camp set up by the night elves outside the Maple Leaf Forest on Kui Island, the leaders of the black-skinned elves and the white-skinned elves were almost there. Simultaneously.

The Sun King is still in his previous classic dress.

A pair of gorgeous phoenix robes are embellished with some emblems representing the king's status. He holds a sin'dorei golden staff, but there is a magic sword on his waist that looks like flowing fire.

Astonishingly, it was the Quel'dorei secret treasure Flamestrike that had been held by Prince Kael'thas Sunstrider for a long time. It seems that the strength shown by Elisande yesterday put a lot of pressure on the Sun King, forcing him to take it. Returned this secret sword.

As for how this sword was returned to Azeroth from Draenor, there are many ways. The Quel'dorei elves, who are founded on magic, have many ways to deliver a sacred object overnight.

It is worth mentioning that when the Sun King appeared, in addition to the royal seal, he also had a luxurious gemstone ring on his left hand.

The ring continued to shine with arcane light, causing Elisande's expression to change slightly when he saw it.

Damn it!

This ring was definitely not a creation of the Elf Empire. The pressure it exuded made the Grand Mage feel like a world was roaring at her.

"snort"

After seeing Elisande appear, the Sun King gave a cold snort.

His gaze was definitely not friendly.

But when he saw the Sargeras staff that was constantly tearing apart space in the hands of the great magister, the Sun King also had a hint of fear in his eyes. Yesterday, he personally experienced the unreasonable and domineering power of this damn staff.

Its tearing and manipulation of space simply transcends the space rules of this world. If Elisande is willing to pay some price, she can even directly destroy all the palace defenses in the Sunwell.

How could such a dangerous weapon fall into the hands of a madman who wanted to start a war? Which irresponsible guy gave this to her?

Damn it!

"A sneeze."

The Sun King's inner rant had just ended when Blake, who was getting up and walking around while rubbing his lower back, sneezed loudly.

He rubbed his nose and wondered if the madness last night had given him a cold, but he soon realized that it was probably someone who was complaining about him behind his back.

Tsk tsk, damn it!

I have provoked too many people, and I can't even accurately determine who is cursing me for a while.

The pirate stood on the edge of the Magister's Platform, looking towards the Kaldorei camp. He was also very interested in today's talks, but he had no intention of running over to watch in person.

Blake looked around, took out a strange stone and threw it on the table. Then he took out a bottle of wine, slumped in the chair with a gusto, and poured his psychic energy into the stone.

After changing several "perspectives" in succession, he finally found the perspective of a Stoneborn "sculpture" very close to the Kaldorei camp.

With the injection of anima, the scenes in the camp soon appeared in front of the pirates in a "projection" manner, just like watching a movie.

It is still live broadcast, but unfortunately there is no such thing as barrage "check-in".

The pirate smiled proudly.

He felt that he had finally found the correct use of stone descendants in the material world. The fact that they could not be sensed by any force after turning into stone statues determined that they were simply the best "camera".

Twelve hundred stone assassins and an equal number of Gargon hounds are enough for the pirates to control all changes in the entire Kui Island without leaving home.

"Hey, Her Majesty the Queen is arriving soon."

In addition to paying attention to the talks between the three elven factions, the pirate also took the time to snoop outside the island. He noticed that Queen Azshara's carriage had secretly entered Sunchaser Island and would reach Quel'Danas Island by evening at the latest.

This made Blake couldn't help but rub his hands.

He was really looking forward to what kind of expressions would they respond to when Azshara appeared in front of these elves?

Gee, that will definitely be very interesting.

——

"Peace?

Let me ask first, does your definition of peace require us to give up when we are only one step away from victory, allowing the children of the night to abandon their yearning for a better life and return to Suramar to continue living a miserable life?

If this is such peace, then we don’t care! "

In the Kaldorei camp, Queen Elisande of the Nightborne showed her "strong character" at the beginning of the meeting. She sat on a chair made of living wood and ignored the Sun King's coldness. Face and disgust.

she says:

"The magic of the Sunwell has never only belonged to Quel'dorei. It is a magic well shaped by the water of the Well of Eternity. The Well of Eternity belongs to the Elf Empire!

We are all members of the empire, why are you the only one who can enjoy the blessing of this magical power? "

"Your shamelessness is really shocking, Elisande! Your existence simply represents the moral bottom line of the elves!"

The Sun King snorted and gritted his teeth and said:

"The Quel'dorei have been associated with the Sunwell for nearly seven thousand years. During these seven thousand years, the entire world has recognized our ownership of the Sunwell. This is a magical holy place built brick by brick by our ancestors.

Do you really think you can make this damn ridiculous claim by mentioning the Elf Empire?

You want to share your sunwell, so why not take out your nightwell and share it with us? My people also suffer from a lack of magic.

We cannot even live long outside the light of the Sunwell. "

"You want the Night Well? Okay."

Contrary to the Sun King's expectations, after hearing his rebuttal, Elisande generously took out several bottles of magic wine that had been stored for thousands of years and placed them on the table. She also said "please" to the Sun King. action, says:

"Come and taste the Nightborne's delicacies. Only if you truly understand the Sha'dorei's dilemma will you understand our desire for the magic of the Sunwell.

Your Majesty the Sun King, let me tell you the truth, the reason why the war has reached this stage is not only our fault. "

The Grand Mage snorted and said:

"On the day I ascended the throne as king, I politely asked your envoy if I could purchase magic power from you to meet the needs of the people.

But your messenger proudly rejected me.

If you had chosen fair trade that day and exchanged magic wine for pure magic power, things would not have come to this! "

After saying that, Elisande turned to look at Tyrande Windspeaker, who was attending on behalf of the Kaldorei. She looked at Tyrande up and down. This moon priest was different from the image in her memory.

Compared with the last time the two met, Tyrande at this time was a little less green and pure, and a little more calm and majestic.

The Grand Mage chuckled lightly and said:

"You are worthy of being called a 'treasure' by Queen Azshara. Ten thousand years have not faded your beauty at all, and being a wife has given you a more seductive flavor."

"Great Magister, please respect my profession."

Tyrande said calmly:

"Please do not say these words in front of a member of the clergy, it does nothing for the peace we seek today."

"Peace? Do you Kaldorei deserve to talk to me about peace?"

Tyrande's response seemed to anger Elisande. The great magister had a jealousy in his eyes that only a woman could have, and said to Tyrande:

"I will not ridicule you for abandoning our ancient noble traditions, living in the forest among wild beasts, abandoning civilization and degenerating into savagery like trolls, Kaldorei.

Let’s talk about the problem of Elre’Thalas.

The Syndra elves living in that ten thousand year city were once your compatriots, but how did you treat those pure-blooded upper elves?

You trapped them in an increasingly run-down city!

You keep them in captivity like pigs and dogs. You know what terrible things the elves in the city have done for magic power. But instead of lending a helping hand when the massacre occurred, you just stood by and watched with indifference!

An entire million Sindra elves have perished due to your ruthlessness of sitting back and watching their demise. Only 300,000 people are left, and an elven faction with great potential has been destroyed in your hands.

They were almost doomed!

it's me!

It was Shaldorei who accepted them when they were most in need and despair. It was me who ordered to share the meager magic power of my people with those poor people, and thus saved their lives! "

Elisande sneered, pointed at Tyrande's nose, who looked increasingly embarrassed, and said:

"Every Sindra Elf who died did not die in vain, and every Kaldorei had blood on their hands! You massacrers still have the nerve to accuse me of being the initiator of the war?

How do you say the word "peace" with peace of mind without feeling ashamed?

Is this what your moon god taught you? "

After saying that, the Great Mage, who was getting better and better, looked at the silent Sun King again. She crossed her arms and said with the ribbons of her robe flying:

"And you, Quel'dorei!

I don’t want to ridicule you for living like a monkey, constantly intermarrying with lower races to dilute your noble bloodline. Although you have not degenerated to live in trees and eat wild fruits, look at you now!

You have not learned the power of the Elf Empire, but you have inherited the empire's decadence and decay. Your dynasty can last another thousand years because of the Elf God's blessing.

But I feel that even though we are at war, you should also feel sorry for the tragic experience of the Sindra elves. After all, seven thousand years ago, your ancestors were killed by this group of wild elves who were called "peaceful" They are expelled and exiled!

Dath'Remar Sunstrider had to lead his people across the sea and endure the humiliation of being extorted by savage trolls before he established your kingdom on this land!

And now, you, the unscrupulous descendant, actually want to cooperate with the person who personally decided to banish your grandfather?

Haha, if Dath'Rema knew anything about it, he should raise his coffin now and give you, this unfilial son, two hard slaps in the face!

You stupid Sun King, you don't understand at all that on matters related to magic, you should stand firmly with us instead of kneeling down to lick the Kaldorei!

Only the Shal'dorei can understand your pain. "

"Peace?"

Elisande, who had already gushed out his feelings, opened his arms and shouted to all the elves in front of him:

“I don’t see any peace here at all!

We are all subjects of the empire. We can just pretend to be what we are to each other in front of outsiders, but there is no need to be so hypocritical in the eyes of our own people.

The Kaldorei say we Nightborne are a fallen people, and we are! We gave in to our thirst for magic, but the Kaldorei! You yourselves are not as clean as you think!

Our filth lies in our addiction to magic, and your filth lies in the heart that is named after the Moon God!

Look, a bunch of sanctimonious hypocrites! A group of white lotuses who do evil things in the name of faith and feel at ease! A group of arrogant people who think they are powerful but turn a blind eye to the tragic experiences of their brothers and sisters and then jump out to mediate the war!

Your merciful moonlight has never shined on us, the people of darkness!

And your so-called peace is only for yourself!

How disgusting! "