Shadow Trails in Azeroth

The magic power of the Sun Well is being absorbed. In the magic well's golden liquid magic power surging like water waves, the magic flow visible to the naked eye rotates through various nodes of the magic well and finally converges on the tidal scepter suspended in mid-air.

Now this deep sea scepter shining with golden light is like the magic beacon Azshara placed in the Sunwell, which can gather the magic power of the entire Sunwell for her to use.

But the Sunwell has existed for seven thousand years, and the Queldorei elves have repaired and maintained it countless times. With their magical attainments, it is impossible not to add some "insurance measures" to this magic well.

Unfortunately, the "insurance" they imposed on the Sunwell wasn't enough.

At least in front of a spellcaster like Queen Azshara, these measures are useless.

“I have never seen the magic tide in the Sunwell as active as it is today in my life, and no Sun King dared to mobilize the energy of the entire magic well to fight so wildly.

This is absolutely arcane power that ordinary people can control. "

Beside Black, Darkan Drasil, the Queen's "die-hard loyalist", was looking up at the magic tide swirling in front of his eyes like a tidal wave.

His eyes were filled with awe and a hint of desire.

He had just taken a share of the gathered magic power, permanently infusing part of the pure magic power into his body to help him improve his magic control.

But the benefits he gained for himself were simply ants at the giant's feet compared to the arcane dominance set off by Azshara in front of him.

"Queen Azshara's power is unparalleled. She is the closest thing to the 'God of Magic' in the world."

Darkan said with emotion.

Blake ignored him and thought to himself, is this guy sick?

You want to praise Azshara and say these flattering words in front of her. What do you think it means? Do you want me to say something nice for you in front of the Queen?

Don’t you need to be paid in advance when asking for help?

"Ah, yes, yes, your queen is invincible in the world. Serve the queen well, and you will be invincible in the future too."

The pirate replied perfunctorily, his fingers still placed in the golden liquid magic floating in front of him, and he was sensing the strange spirit in the Sunwell.

Darkan heard the impatience in Black's words, and he shook his head slightly. He was expressionless on the surface, but in his heart he despised this pirate for being a pirate, too rude and arrogant.

I also plan to take the initiative to maintain a cooperative relationship.

But with his difficult appearance, it's probably out of the question.

As a spellcaster, Darkan rarely interacted with pirates. He didn't know Black's style of behavior, and he couldn't understand that money could be used to exchange for the goodwill of pirates.

Seeing that the pirates were ignoring him, he did not stop, walked to the other side, and continued to "gather some wool" for himself through Azshara's staff.

"Useless things."

The smelly pirate thought with disdain:

"Azshara has given you her scepter. Now you can control the magic flow of the Sunwell, but you only dare to carefully swallow a few mouthfuls of the residue.

Say you don't have the guts, you dare to openly surrender to the Queen of the Deep Sea.

Say you have courage, you have such an opportunity in front of you but you don't dare to follow your inner greed and gobble up the delicacy of this power.

You don't look like a qualified pirate at first glance. You probably won't be able to make a name for yourself in Azshara's extremely dangerous court.

It's better to join the Lich King as soon as possible.

As an immortal, at least you don't have to worry about being assassinated by warriors who jump out of nowhere. "

After thinking so sarcastically in his mind, Black ignored the bastard Darkan.

He focused his attention on the golden magic floating in front of him. Through contact with the water of the Sunwell, he could already feel that the panicked spirit was avoiding his "invitation".

"Hey, stop hiding, I'm watching you."

The pirate didn't move his mouth. This time he used the power of his mind and conveyed his meaning into the well water with the help of weak void impact.

Soon, he "heard" a response.

"Hey! What's wrong with you human? Can you see me? Can you feel me? Except Anastarian and his father, no other elves can do this."

A very pleasant voice was reflected in the pirate's spiritual level, and ripples appeared on the water in front of him.

The spirit appears.

But Darkan and his female assistant were unaware of it, and Black couldn't see it with the naked eye.

He raised his head, and purple light appeared in the depths of his pupils, allowing him to enter the "spiritual vision" state. Only then did he see clearly the elf girl standing on the golden water in front of him.

Well, calling her "elf" is inappropriate.

This spirit probably just used its most familiar appearance to outline its own image. She probably rarely saw humans, so she was looking at Blake up and down with wide eyes.

She noticed Black's weird ears, raised her finger and pointed at the pirate's ears and asked:

"Are you an elf? Or a human? I have never seen an elf with such small ears. Are you underdeveloped? Poor disabled elf, who are you?

Why did you call me ‘Anweina’?

Anastarian doesn't call me that. He has been calling me 'Sun Holy Spirit' since he was a child. I don't know why he calls me that.

I don't like this name. "

"Because I am a prophet, Anweina."

Blake showed a friendly smile. He stood there and explained to the lively spirit in front of him in a spiritual dialogue:

“I can see fragments of the future, and I know that you will leave the Sunwell in a certain future and live among mortals in the name of Anweina.

You will also fall in love with a weak blue dragon, and in the end you will sacrifice yourself for him to save the world.

You are such a good boy.

Although the fate is relatively miserable. "

"Wow! A blue dragon? Do you want me to sacrifice myself to save the world?"

The spirit blinked her eyes in surprise and shook her head like a rattle. She frowned and said:

"I don't think I will like a blue dragon. Those blue dragons have been trying to come to see me for a long time without alerting the elves.

But I don't like them.

Because they always say that I am a very cherished research sample, and they also lure me and say that they will take me away from here and go to a fun place. Hey, do they really treat me as a stupid child?

Speaking of which, you just said you wanted to take me away too? "

The spirit from the Sunwell stared at Blake with a wary look on a human trafficker. She took a step back and said to the pirate:

"Give up, I won't leave here, this is my home, I like my home."

"Don't be so direct, little girl."

The pirate picked up his pipe, rubbed his forehead and said:

"I don't mean to take you away by force. I just need to take some time to explain the current situation to you, so please bear with me, okay?"

"I don't have time for you."

The spirit body shook its head and said worriedly:

"I can hear the pain of little Anastarian here. He must be in need of help now. There is a very bad woman beating him. I grew up watching him.

I can't let him get beaten like this.

I want to help him.

I'm going to lend him all my magic. "

"If you dare to move, that bad woman will come and beat you up soon."

Blake squinted his eyes and threatened:

"She hasn't discovered your existence yet. Once she finds out, you will be taken back to the deep sea to be her pet. Believe me, that bad woman has a criminal record. She tried to capture my blue dragon friend before. As a pet.

Speaking of which, when were you born, little Anweina? Was it when the Sunwell was being built? Or did Dath'Remar Sunstrider wake you up in some way?

As far as I know, there is no magical spirit like you in the Night Well. "

"I do not know either."

The spirit called "Anweina" by Blake tilted her head and frowned. After thinking hard, she gave an unreliable answer.

she says:

"When I woke up, Dath'Remar was dead and buried by the elves. It was his son who found me. He taught me many things and said that my birth was given to the Quel'dorei by the world. Gifts and blessings.

But I feel as if I was not born from this well, I seem to be born from an older power.

Ouch, it hurts! "

Anweina cried out in pain and said:

"That bad woman is draining my magic power again. Her appetite is so big! She must be very powerful. I haven't felt this level of draining for so long in the past.

She was sucking me dry!

Is that crazy woman the embodiment of magic?

How could she control my power so easily? "

When Anweina rubbed her head and cried out in pain, the pirate quickly dropped a scout on Anweina. The next moment, the character entry of this strange spirit appeared in front of the pirate:

Name: Anweina Tige/Sun Holy Spirit

Race: Eternal Spirit/World Blood

Occupation: No ordinary occupation

Legendary profession: No legendary profession

Mythical Profession: Level 2 Civilization Guardian [Binded to Quel'dorei Civilization]

Character description:

Anveena was born from the essence of the ancient world blood. She is the last echo in the world left after the destruction of the Well of Eternity.

She should have perished completely with the collapse of the Well of Eternity, but Dath'Rema Sunstrider's act of building the Sunwell unexpectedly gave Anveena hope of rebuilding her consciousness.

She is the embodiment of the pure magic of the Sunwell and the greatest miracle that the nation of Quel'Thalas can produce.

"Let me just say, it is impossible for the pure magic power of the Sunwell to give birth to a spirit like you. The large amount of magic power can at most create powerful arcane elements.

But you, you are the product of a completely different concept. "

The pirate grinned and said to Anweina seductively:

"Please believe me, Miss Sun Holy Spirit, I am really here to help you. Have you seen my friends hunting down demons in your home before, right?

You have been targeted by the Burning Legion, and those Dread Lords are coming for you.

They hope to use your huge magic power to open a door to the twisted void in this world, and summon terrifying demons to destroy the world.

Your home is no longer safe and you should find a safer place. "

"But...but the elves will protect me!"

Anweina shook her head and refused:

"Little Anastarian swore an oath to me on the eve of his coronation as king. He would protect me at all costs. I believe him, but I don't believe you.

You have a smell that scares me. "

"I fully believe in the Sun King's determination to protect you, I just doubt his ability."

The pirate blew out a smoke ring and said to Anweina:

"Look, he couldn't even defeat Queen Azshara. He asked so many people to help, but in the end he was still pushed to the ground and beaten by Queen Azshara.

This fully proves that the Queldorei elves have no ability to protect you. If the demons really come, they will only end up with a tragic death.

And as I said just now, the devil is coming for you, Anweina.

If you continue to stay here, you will be a threat to the elf children you like.

This threat is increasing day by day. The best way for you to protect them and yourself is to leave here with me and completely disappear from the sight of the demons. "

"You said they can't do it, but can you?"

The innocent Anweina was a little shaken when she heard this statement, but she still asked suspiciously:

"You don't look very powerful. If the devil comes to catch me, can you protect me?"

"Ahem, it seems that you still lack understanding of who I am. It seems that I need to introduce myself to you."

Blake immediately straightened his back, coughed a few times, pointed at himself and said:

"Standing in front of you is the mighty pirate who played tricks on Archimonde, the powerful assassin who killed Kil'jaeden with a sword, and the powerful ranger who faced the fallen titan in the world of Draenor and still escaped unharmed. It was the invincible warlock who was personally selected by the Will of the Void and had personally killed three ancient gods.

If that still doesn't make you trust me, let me tell you one more thing.

I have an ancient god lover, and she loves me with all my heart.

Believe me, there is no one in this world who knows how to protect you better than me.

I have planned to rebuild a magic well in my territory that is more powerful than the Sun Well and the Night Well. I will make it comfortable and make it your new home. "

"Wow, your title is so long. It does sound more powerful than little Anastarian."

Anweina widened her eyes and said:

"But I still can't make up my mind to leave my home. That, that since I woke up, I haven't been anywhere else, and I'm a little scared.

What if you are a bad guy? "

"How could I be a bad person?"

Blake asked in surprise:

"Have you ever seen such a handsome and gentle bad guy like me? And there are some things I really don't want to say for fear of hurting your heart, but you little fool is so ignorant, so I can only say it.

My Anveena, do you think your existence is a good thing for the Quel'dorei elves? "

"Of course! I am the protector of this country and the elves!"

Mentioning this matter, Anweina suddenly puffed up her chest proudly. She fiddled with her golden hair and said loudly and proudly:

"It's all because of my protection that the Quel'dorei elves have been able to resist the barbaric trolls for so long, and it's also because I generously gave them magic power that allowed their civilization to prosper!

Without me, Quel'Thalas wouldn't be what it is now. "

"Yes, yes, you gave them plenty of magic, just like a generous mother giving an insatiable child all the toys they want."

The pirate lengthened his voice and said quietly:

"Every day they are absorbing magic, the magic addiction in their bodies is growing day by day. The Quel'dorei elves 2,800 years ago could still leave Quel'Thalas and cooperate with the Human Empire to conquer the trolls.

But what now?

How many elves dare to leave this land for a long time? It's not that they don't yearn for the vastness of the world, but they can't leave and don't dare to leave.

The addiction will kill them.

This is also because of your generosity, my Anweina. You have protected your children so well that you have caused them to suffer from incurable diseases and turned them into sissy mommies.

Is this what you want to see?

You have also seen those children of the night, those magic addicts who have 'evolved' to the point where they cannot eat other food to satisfy their hunger except magic. This is the future of the Quel'dorei who are protected by you.

Just listen to my advice.

If you want your children to thrive, you have to be strict, if you want to ruin their lives, give them everything they want.

You're making a mistake that all new moms make.

But that's okay, I can help you heal your kids.

Isn't it just magic addiction? It's a piece of cake. "

The pirate snapped his fingers, and in a very weird tone that always appeared in some very exciting and weird comics, he said to Anweina, who had a dark and sad face with a winning chance:

"This elf mother, you don't want all of your children to become sick, right?"