Shadow Trails in Azeroth

Chapter 1514 147. On the Birth of an Empire - Additional updates from last month’s monthly ticket [125]

"Why would she do this?"

On the shores of the Night Coast of Quel'Thalas, the Child King, er, Varian Wrynn, who should now be called "Azshara's Emperor's Apprentice", frowned as he watched the incomparably noble Queen disappear into the waves of the deep sea. .

He couldn't understand Azshara's magical brain circuitry at all.

So he could only ask Blake, who was maintaining a farewell gesture beside him.

The loyal captain of the guard ignored the child king. He kept waving goodbye until the queen could no longer be seen. Then he straightened up, picked up his pipe and blew out smoke rings.

He said casually to Varian, who seemed to have experienced a "fantasy night":

"Why do you care so much? You have gained tangible benefits anyway. Thinking too much is a terrible burden on your young mind."

This biting sarcasm made Varian grit his teeth, but he had to admit that he did benefit from it.

He looked at the Stromka War Destroyer tightly in his hands. The Emperor's Sword returned so easily to the hands of the human king, which made Varian feel a little unreal.

But the heavy weight of the sword declared that all this was true.

This surprise came so suddenly that Varian could not even respond to the joy in his heart with a precise expression. He stroked the still sharp edge of the Emperor's Sword and carefully took off his coat. , wrap this sword.

The sight made the pirate nod.

good.

Still have some brains.

When Lothar held this sword, it caused him a terrible death. Now Varian finally learned the simple truth of "don't reveal your wealth."

In the current state of the human kingdom, as long as he dares to take out this sword and show off in the market, Lothar's previous experience will definitely happen to him again.

"I said, how are you going to use it?"

Blake blew out a smoke ring and asked.

Varian used his king's ribbon to tie the clothes wrapped around the emperor's sword tightly behind his back. Faced with Black's question, he had no reservations and said calmly:

"I want to take it to see Marshal Lothar."

"Stop! You have to call him 'Your Majesty' now."

Blake corrected the child king, then shook his head and said:

"And I think you are just doing useless work. Let me ask you, what if Lothar beats you again after seeing it? Didn't you get enough of the beating in North County last time?"

"Then I will fight back!"

Varian said in a deep voice:

"I will do my best to awaken my adoptive father, but if I see with my own eyes that all is irreversible, then I will fight back with the Emperor's Sword in hand!

I will use this sword to defeat the arrogant Lich King!

I will personally free a great soul from the curse of death. I know that you will use many great principles to convince me, saying that the marshal's sacrifice is great, but I am too ignorant to understand it.

But actually.

During this time, I thought very clearly. Although that kind of sacrifice is great, it is not what I want to see. If possible, I would rather bear that burden on his behalf.

He has given so much to mankind.

I wish he could rest in peace and not be free after death. "

"Well, these words really make me admire you."

Black blinked and said to Varian maliciously:

"Then, my dear Lich King II, I suggest you wait until your son grows up before doing this risky thing.

Perhaps starting from you, every supreme king of the Human Alliance went to Northern Xinjiang to take over Frostmourne from the previous Lich King when he was old and became the new Lich King.

Thereby freeing the previous High King from the shackles and curse of death, and becoming the new curse carrier himself.

This cycle repeats itself until the end of mankind. The bravest emperors always have to undertake the most difficult missions. Generations of sleepless emperors are forever watching over the future of this civilization.

Gee, if you think about it carefully, this tradition is still great. "

The pirate's words silenced Varian. After a few seconds, the young king looked at Black and said in a strange tone:

"Don't tell me that you just made a prediction for human civilization?"

"Oh, you reminded me."

Blake suddenly became interested when he heard this. He clapped his hands and said:

"Why didn't I think of that!

What a great prophecy of civilization. I must spread this prophecy quickly, so that the cowards who want to be the High King in the future will have to carefully consider the consequences.

Oh, yes, there is more!

Do you know how to promote the story that you got the Stork Card when you go back? "

"What's the point of this?"

Varian said in surprise:

"Can't you tell the truth?"

"Alas, after hearing your pathetic answer, I didn't know for a moment whether to feel pathetic for your brain or to feel pathetic for your childhood teacher."

Blake sighed and said:

"Tell me the truth? Are you crazy? So straightforwardly basing the hope of the revival of the human empire on the kindness of Naga? Do you know how aggrieved this statement will make your people feel?

Silly boy, you have to say that!

Listen well and learn well. I will only teach you once. "

After saying that, the stinky pirate coughed twice and handed Varian the leftover lobster leg he had just eaten, meaning that we should talk while eating.

Varian wanted to be polite.

But he was a little hungry because he had no choice but to eat midnight snack. Besides, there were only him and Blake here, and there was a strange-looking stone monster.

So the young king was not polite, took the lobster legs and started to eat them.

Well, don't tell me, it tastes pretty good.

It seems that this bastard Black Shaw will no longer be a pirate. He can probably do a prosperous business by setting up a barbecue stall anywhere.

"Don't just eat, you bastard, listen up."

On this desolate coast, the sea breeze blew under the dark night, causing the smoke rings exhaled by Blake to fly in the wind. He coughed and said:

"You have to tell your people this. During your teleportation to Stratholme in a depressed mood, you were accidentally interfered by a mysterious force, causing your teleportation to deviate.

Here you can add a little mysterious element to fill your story and give it more mystical appeal.

You can say that you saw a piece of light, which was the revelation given to you by the golden holy light. In the light, you heard Emperor Thoradin or the Heart of the World speaking to you.

They tell you that the world and human civilization are in danger, and they need a leader who is good enough to lead the people out of the dark place of despair.

And you!

Varian Wrynn, you are the Chosen One. "

Blake squinted his eyes and looked towards the dark sea, and he said:

"You tell everyone who is interested in your story that you were sent to a mysterious realm during the Trek teleportation, where you met all the famous figures in history, including Emperor Thoradin and Anduin Lothar. Human greatness.

You could even add a goddess figure to refer to Azshara in case the lie is revealed later.

Anyway, judging from the various legends Azshara has left in this world, no one will question you if you call her a goddess in the eyes of mortals.

Just say that they conveyed their mission to you.

He also guided you through difficult trials to retrieve the Emperor's Sword Stromka, who was disappointed with the division of mankind. The meaning of this sword in your hands is the authority given to you by the ancestors of mankind!

After the Great Schism lasted for more than two thousand years, the human empire was reunited!

What Lothar failed to do, you will do.

And you must continue to tell this story for the rest of your life, constantly strengthening the majesty of the Emperor's Sword and its legend of choosing the king. As for why you want to do this, I don't think I need to explain to you too much.

If you don't even understand the necessity of strengthening your own legal authority, then you are really unqualified as a king. "

"This is deception."

Varian ate the lobster meat, frowned and said:

"I can understand the necessity of lying in many things, and I can also accept the occasional white lie to answer people's questions, but according to you, I have to spend my whole life completing this lie that I made with my own hands.

Maybe saying this will make you laugh at me.

But my conscience is troubled. "

"Lie? Why do you think this is a lie?"

Blake sneered and asked:

"Did you get lost during the teleportation? Did you get the Emperor's Sword of Stromkar after a fantastic night? Did you promise Azshara that you would personally reshape the human empire?

So please tell me, apart from exaggerating the plot a little bit and polishing the details a little bit, in the story I taught you, is there any point where you are lying or deceiving?

Even if your people finally believe your story, turn your story into a proud legend over endless time, and finally shape the legend passed down from generation to generation into a mythological story unique to mankind, what does all this have to do with you? ?

You just told a white lie, didn't you?

Believe me, your people and your descendants will enjoy the story I tell you more than the dry truth that tonight is no fun.

They will be proud of your lies, they will eventually believe in your divine right to rule, they will eventually unite firmly around you, and use their own hands to put you on the throne of the emperor!

Even when you sent Shaw to steal things from the Holy Light's Hope Chapel, Old Man Faao would eventually be willing to help you hide the price that the human empire must pay if it wants to rise.

He will even personally help you transmit your fantasy epic, and will do his best to help you perfect all the loopholes in your story. In the end, the story of you and Lothar will be written into the canon!

Countless people will grow up reading the stories I wrote for you, and countless people will regard you and your empire as their only destination in life! Your father and your adoptive father would be proud of everything you have accomplished.

Even if it turns out that it's all just fiction, people will definitely give up on the truth and choose to continue to follow you.

It all started when you asked a prophet a hundred times smarter than you tonight about how an empire should be born. It all started when you made up your mind to tell your story.

I've said it this far, do you still need me to continue describing it to you? "

Black took off his pipe and looked at Varian Wrynn, who had been stunned. He whispered:

"The only problem with Lothar is that when I told him all this, he chose to refuse. He chose to insist on the final destination of an idealist.

I won't comment on whether his actions were correct or not.

I just want to tell you that the foundation of the empire that you want and that countless people want is established in this way! No empire in history was born out of the harmony of sacred prayers and everyone holding hands, singing and dancing. "

The pirate chuckled.

He reached out and stroked the Emperor's Sword carried on Varian's back, and whispered:

"No one asked you to be a bad guy, Varian, but I taught you what the Light didn't teach you, so if you fail in the future, don't put the blame on me.

Oh, right.

I'm warning you as a prophet, Varian, that if you make up your mind, you'll have to hurry. You are not one of those idiots who turned a deaf ear to my warnings. You should know that demons are real.

And they're coming soon. "

After saying that, Black took a few steps back and disappeared into the darkness in front of Varian's eyes. As he left, he said to the young king, who rose to his feet:

"I won't call you kid king anymore, because I think you should grow up. This is cruel to you, but fate will always choose some people who are destined to do great things and give them constant training.

Please trust me, Varian.

After your destiny was changed by me, your so-called pain and loss are no longer worth mentioning compared with everything you will endure in your original destiny.

Maybe it's because of my intervention that you became so lacking.

Anyway, good luck, High King. "

After Black disappeared, General Karl, who was on guard on the coast, also carried his battle ax and prepared to leave. However, after leaving, the Stoneborn general looked Varian up and down. She said stiffly in the human language she had just learned:

"Your Holy Light is too weak.

That kind of power is not the mercy you think. The Holy Light is never merciful. I have personally participated in the war where the wrath of the Holy Light blooms. I have seen them destroy a world with a ray of light.

King of mankind, why does your holy light exist? "

"guard!"

Varian firmly stated his oath of the Holy Light, but was ruthlessly laughed at by General Karl.

General Shi Yi laughed and said:

"Then you are an idiot! Because even a stranger like me can see that you are a roaring lion of holy light, and you have to do only one thing!

Go fight!

Go and fight!

To destroy!

Go punish!

If you can't even defeat the enemy, your protection will be meaningless, because the weak are not qualified to protect anything. "

After saying that, General Karl also flapped his wings and disappeared into the night sky.

She told Varian these secrets of the Holy Light not to bless him. Her purpose was very simple. She hoped to see Varian become a qualified Warrior of the Holy Light.

Only in this way can he bring more deaths. Countless deaths to the Emperor's endless great cause.

Varian did not leave this desolate coast until dawn rose. The young king stood up from the extinguished campfire and took out an exquisite compass box from his arms.

It was a gift from his wife.

He opened the box and there was a magical picture of his child.

Varian stroked the portrait, with a gentle smile on his lips. In the early morning light, the young king took out the photo of his son, placed it on the corner of his mouth, kissed it gently, put it in his pocket, and then Touching his heart, he held it as if he had grasped something, and carefully put it into the compass box.

The next moment, he threw the compass fiercely into the sea in front of him, watching it disappear into the waves.

Then he turned and left, clad in the morning light.

From this moment on, he will become a liar, he will shape an empire based on lies, and he will make becoming the emperor his goal in life.

So, farewell.

My weakness and kindness.——

"Quagua?"

Benbolba, who got up early, was swimming around on the bottom of the sea with his murloc pirates, driving a large group of fish for hunting training. The murlocs were having fun, but their leader was suddenly hit by something from the sea. What came down hit the head.

The little fishman angrily grabbed the thing and planned to throw it out.

But it was soon attracted by the exquisite compass in its hand

Wow, baby!

It looks like a magical compass with magic attached to it.

Judging by its shape and sophistication, you can tell it’s worth at least several thousand gold coins! Was he hit on the head with thousands of gold coins?

Benbol croaked and opened the compass. There was nothing inside, but there was a groove for placing photos.

The little fishman was immediately happy. He took out a majestic magic photo of himself from his bag and stuffed it in, and hung the compass around his neck very dearly.

As a pirate captain, you should have your own magic compass.

I am so lucky today!