Shadow Trails in Azeroth

Chapter 1517 150. The truly smart people are those who know how to ask wise men for help——Additional update [425]

"I've seen it before, in Dalaran, and I was present at that battle. It was the first real battle I experienced as an adult."

When entering human territory from Eversong Forest, Vereesa Windrunner, riding on a beautiful pink combat chocobo, looked curiously at Varian Wrynn beside her.

To be precise, he was looking at the Emperor's Sword of Stromkar, which Varian had wrapped in clothes and tied tightly to his back with a ribbon.

Little Sister Windrunner said in a low voice with a nostalgic tone:

"I learned a lot from that battle, and I believe you also learned valuable wisdom from that battle. My mother often said that it is those unforgettable pasts that shape us."

"Yes, we are all created characters, performing a script that we cannot choose on a stage that we did not choose, and call it our own life."

Varian smiled.

He rides a white Quel'dorei warhorse that Vereesa found specially for him to show his noble status.

However, Varian today is somewhat melancholy like a poet. He looked at the distant hills where Quellins' cabin is located, and said softly:

"Unfortunately, I used to be a very bad actor. I never understood the things that the people I respected and loved taught me through their lives."

"Please don't say that, Your Majesty Varian."

Next to Vereesa, the archmage Luo Ning, who was driving the magic carpet slowly forward, touched his fiery red beard and said seriously:

“Although I am a young man and have not experienced much, judging from what I have seen and heard while traveling in various kingdoms, the Kingdom of Storms ruled by you is undoubtedly the most promising human kingdom.

There is not so much decay in your country, and now you have received the Emperor's Sword of Stromkar as fate would have it. This seems to be destiny destined for the rise of the Kingdom of Stormwind.

You will definitely become a very legendary ruler in the future. We are undoubtedly lucky to be born in the same era as you and to be able to witness your legendary story. "

"Well, I remember you were not such a talkative person before, Master Luo Ning."

Varian said in surprise:

"The last time I saw you in Dalaran, you were very taciturn. Could it be that the nourishment of love made you choose a more positive and better attitude towards life?"

"That's not true."

Ronin shrugged, looked at Vereesa with gentle eyes, and said:

"I'm just learning, learning like a very dangerous guy. If I can win the kindness of others with words, maybe I can avoid unnecessary threats to my lover and me.

What's more, what I just said is not flattery.

That's really what I think. "

"Learn well, don't learn it next time."

Varian suddenly grimaced.

Obviously, he knew who Luo Ning was "learning" from.

This group of people moved very quickly. Under the escort of a team of elite rangers, Varian arrived at the Quellins cabin in the afternoon. He saw the Grand Duke Bolvar, his loyal minister Shore and King Daelin.

He also knew why they came.

Then he jumped off his horse, glanced at the three of them, and walked towards another woodland with the Emperor's Sword on his back.

The existence of this sword cannot be revealed yet. It may be revealed during a meeting with His Majesty Lothar, but the land of Northern Xinjiang is too far away from the Kingdom of Stormwind, and Varian cannot take risks.

What happened to Lothar once was enough.

Vereesa and Ronin wanted to follow them, but before they could take action, they saw a black skeletal falcon circling down. In the falcon's oozing white skeletal talons, it was holding a weapon belonging to a woman. The emblem of the Demon King.

When she saw the emblem, Vereesa was immediately startled.

She grabbed Luo Ning and ran away.

But before she ran a few steps, she was stabbed at the foot by a sharp arrow wrapped in a cold shadow. The Windrunner girl almost cried. She turned around with a stiff neck and saw an armored magic blade. Leopard, General Lyresa holding a soul-string longbow was walking towards her.

"Mom, me."

Vereesa was about to explain, but was interrupted by Windrunner's mother waving her hand.

She said in a cold tone:

"I learned from your second sister about the various rebellious behaviors you committed after I left home, including but not limited to moving out of the Windrunner Tower and running to the dangerous Cursed Land to live with a spellcaster named Ronin. You still stubbornly resisted your eldest sister's orders and claimed that your relationship with Luo Ning had my permission.

Well, my rebellious daughter.

Your poor mother's death may have caused me to suffer from amnesia. Please tell me, when did I allow you to stay together with a human being? "

Little sister Vereesa, who was about to cry after being questioned by Windrunner's mother, covered her face and said in a tearful voice:

"I know I was wrong, Mom. I have been writing to you to explain this matter, but you didn't reply to me. I thought you acquiesced."

"Doesn't my lack of reply mean that I don't agree?"

The soul fire in Windrunner's mother's eyes was beating, and frost was sprayed from her mouth when she spoke, which represented her unhappy mood at this time. As for Luo Ning.

The terrible pressure from his mother-in-law made the young mage's mouth go dry.

He tried to imitate Blake and tell a few jokes to ease the awkward atmosphere, but was given a glare by the Banshee King, which almost froze his soul.

Damn it!

My mother-in-law wants to kill me, and she can't hide her gaze from someone who wants a knife, so how on earth am I going to survive my mother-in-law's wrath?

Waiting online.

Quite urgent.

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"Hahaha, look at that stupid bitch in Dalaran. He actually dares to come to see his mother-in-law without a gift. Isn't he looking for death?"

On the outskirts of the Quellins cabin, a stinky pirate disguised as an ordinary Quel'dorei ranger was leaning against a tree, drinking wine and watching the internal affairs of the Windrunner family ahead.

This guy loves to watch the excitement.

But soon, Blake noticed that there was trouble.

Because he discovered that Princess Calia Menethil was walking towards the tent of Prophet Velen, who was invited by Faol to witness the meeting, led by that little fool from Alsace.

Judging from the frown on Her Royal Highness's face, she probably encountered some trouble and needed to find a prophet for an answer.

It is normal to do fortune telling when you are in a bad mood.

But Blake just felt that this matter should have something to do with him, so he put away the wine bottle, coughed a few times and walked over there pretending to be on patrol.

He dropped a dwarf radio by the tent and began eavesdropping on the conversation between Prophet Velen and Princess Calia Menethil from a safe distance.

Then, he showed a very bad expression.

At this time, in the tent where Draenei incense was lit, old Velen looked at the sad-looking human princess in front of him with a smile. He felt the fullness of the holy light from this princess.

There is no doubt that this princess with outstanding temperament and dignified appearance is also a Holy Light Walker.

"I heard from my brother Fa'ao that you are one of his best disciples."

Viren said gently:

"It turns out that the Menethil family's bloodline is very good, and your younger brother has also walked the path of the Holy Light. However, I feel that the thoughts in your heart are like a mess.

Have you encountered any problems that bother you? "

"There are indeed many troubles, but there are only two of them that I cannot solve, Lord Prophet."

Princess Calia Menethil is as beautiful as the last time she met Black, and is even a bit thinner. By human standards, she already belongs to the top-notch appearance category.

After all, she is a woman who can be valued by Deathwing, and there is absolutely no need to question her appearance.

You can question the Destroyer's mind, but you can't question its aesthetics.

However, probably due to the long-term pressure, Princess Caliya's mental state is not very good, and she always feels depressed.

But this gave her already outstanding temperament a touch of melancholic "sick beauty".

She remembered Faao's instructions and decided not to retain her inner doubts in front of this alien prophet. She let out a sigh of relief and looked at Velen's kind and wise eyes.

she says:

“The first thing is about my country. My brother was originally the successor of this country, but his fate suffered waves and shocks, so I had to stand in front of the stage.

Just the other day, I had a long talk with my father and my brother.

He made it clear that he refused the throne of Menethil and was not even willing to accept the title of dukedom given by his father. He said that he wanted to become something greater than a king.

He said that a king will only fight for his own people, but he will fight for all mankind and the world.

I admire my brother, but I cannot have confidence in myself as the heir to the country. I don't know if I can shoulder the hopes of this country, and my father is getting older. "

"Well, many of the heirs of civilization have this kind of self-doubt."

Viren stroked his beard and said with a smile:

“But if you can face your own self-doubt, you are much better than most people. You know what the problem is and you are trying to solve it.

You have a strong heart, Princess Calia.

The shadow of the past still hangs over your heart, but I see that you have not bowed to the past, but are asking yourself to keep moving forward. You are stronger than many men.

However, I also know that this kind of comfort is not enough to gain you confidence, and Faao recommends you to find me because he probably hopes that I can peek into the future for you.

This is risky behavior, kid.

But I am willing to take a risk for the hope of a country. "

The prophet took out his purple Soul Song Crystal. He suspended the crystal in the air, held the upper half of the crystal, and said to Caliya:

"You can see those fragments of the future through your own eyes, but I want to remind you, Caliya, that peering into the future is a very risky behavior. You must accurately distinguish between reality and illusion from countless futures.

The method that can answer your questions may bring you more doubts. If you are willing to take the risk, then come into contact with this crystal, and I will show you the infinite possibilities of the future. "

"Um!"

Her Royal Highness the Princess did not hesitate. She stretched out her hand and touched the lower end of the crystal. She said:

"This question has tortured me, and I am willing to take risks to see if I can become an excellent ruler in the future. Even if it is just one possibility of countless futures, that is enough.

I needed a little confidence to carry me down this path I never envisioned.

Please begin, Your Majesty the Prophet. "

Viren nodded. The next moment, he closed his eyes and began to spy on the thread of future destiny. Under his guidance, Caliya also closed her eyes.

Her will seemed to have entered a kaleidoscope-like world, and there were hundreds of jumping pictures in front of her at the same time, showing her countless future possibilities.

That's progress from the past to the future, and it doesn't happen overnight.

Countless futures extending from the starting point when Princess Calia was born are densely packed like spider webs, showing her the infinite possibilities that exist within her.

She was a little dizzy.

She saw her childhood self who died in an accident, and her fate of being the only one who existed without her younger brother. She also saw the tragedy of being married to Deathwing and dying miserably from dragon fire in the night.

That's all her.

She in countless timelines.

She tried to make herself see this clearly, but there were too many possibilities, and Princess Caliya was soon overwhelmed, so she glanced at the process of growing up and planned to look to the future.

Just when her idea was born, the kaleidoscope-like fragments of the future shattered like soap bubbles, leaving only a limited number of possibilities.

The most eye-catching thing is that she has turned into an undead, standing in the throne room of the completely destroyed and ruined Royal City of Lordaeron, wrapped in holy light. In front of her, there are countless undead in ragged clothes kneeling down and paying allegiance to her.

That's a scary future.

But Calia saw in that future that she would eventually become a ruler accepted by the people, and there would be an "unexpected surprise"!

Right next to the pale lady, the Queen of the Undead, stood a familiar undead wearing a shabby navy suit, gray blond hair, and a navy three-cornered hat.

That's Blake!

After death, Blake, or Drake, maintained a close relationship with himself, standing on the throne together, and he called himself the "Warrior of the Pale Lady".

this.

This seems to mean that Calia's future destiny has nothing to do with Black.

Thinking this was just a possibility, she looked to the future fragment on the other side.

In that clip, she was sitting in a gorgeous palace wearing a royal robe, holding a lovely child in her arms, and receiving congratulations from ministers and generals.

And in this future, right behind his throne, stood Blake, also dressed in a prince's costume. The latter looked at the mother and son with tender eyes.

Damn it!

not like this!

Princess Calia shook her head and looked towards the third destiny.

As a result, what she saw this time made her almost faint.

On a pirate ship, Blake opened his arms to welcome the storm, howling that he was the king of the world. Behind him, Calia, who was also wearing shameless pirate underwear, hugged her captain and her own breasts with a satisfied look on her face. husband.

The two people laughed in the wind and waves.

Even though it's wild, you can definitely see the close connection.

She continued to read.

But in every future that belonged to her, there was a Black who haunted her like a ghost. In the end, the princess gave up. She took the initiative to withdraw her fingers and cover her face.

she says:

"Please tell no one else of my fate, Lord Prophet."

"Uh, I'll keep it a secret."

Lord Viren was also surprised. He also saw the fate of Princess Calia. He really didn't expect that the bond between the princess in front of him and that bastard Black was so deep?

As long as there is a future for these two people, they are destined to be tied together. It is simply a destiny.

The prophet also roughly guessed what Princess Calia's second troubled question was. He felt that he did not need to answer it. The vision of the future had already proven everything.

"Every future that belongs to me has Blake by my side. I thought the dreams I had had were just boring jokes, but now it seems that they are indeed my future.

I will convince myself and accept it bravely. "

Princess Calia stood up, tried to calm down, and then said goodbye and thanked the prophet. She turned around with a red face and tried to leave the tent.

But the next moment, the tent curtain was opened.

Black, with a dull face, stared at the panic-stricken Princess Calia. He looked at the beautiful face in front of him, and said in a long voice:

"You just said, what do you want to be brave enough to accept?"