Shadow Trails in Azeroth

Chapter 1518 151. What? Can I finally graduate? --——Additional update【525】

After seeing Blake suddenly appear like a ghost, Her Royal Highness Princess Calia froze on the spot.

After Blake asked those words quietly, Her Royal Highness the Princess's cheeks turned crimson, she screamed, held her head and knocked Blake away, and rushed out of the tent.

As a result, I almost fell down because the skirt was too long.

This scene left Pirate Chip very speechless.

He respected women very much and wanted to help the "albatross" he had let out, but the latter screamed again. Looking at Black's friendly extended hand, he stood up and stood up as if he had seen something scary. He held up the hem of his skirt and ran away as if he was flying.

Judging from her vigorous movements and escape speed, she really has the potential to become a Paladin.

"What exactly did you show her?"

Blake looked back at the tent. Prophet Viren just smiled and said nothing. He took back the Soul Song Crystal that was humming slightly because he was close to Blake, and said slowly to the pirate:

"I promised Your Highness the Princess not to tell anyone. You should have confidence in the promise of a prophet, but I can only say that fate is a very magical thing.

Even though I have lived for thirty thousand years, I have never seen such a wonderful future. "

"Hey, no one cares about you when you play the Riddler game in front of others, but there's no need to do it in front of me, right?"

Blake sighed, walked into the tent and sat across from Viren.

He looked at the energetic old prophet in front of him and said with disgust:

"Have you stayed in Azeroth long enough? I heard that you went to Zandalari last month? Was it to discuss the majesty of the Holy Light Loa with the Zandalari paladins?

When exactly are you returning to Draenor? "

"My people have moved to this world, Black. Isn't it normal for me to stay here?"

Facing the malicious expulsion of the pirates, Velen seemed very calm. He turned the holy light rosary in his hand and said slowly:

"Thanks to your excellent suggestions, my people launched the Storm Fortress in the South China Sea near Pandaria. We found several material-rich islands in that uninhabited sea and planned to rebuild our civilization there.

Panda people are very friendly and willing to help us alien visitors.

And they are very enthusiastic, and they even sent those mighty flying dragon knights to bring us enough food for a year and all kinds of delicious food.

My people once again feel the kindness of the world after experiencing a tragic time. I think this time the reconstruction of civilization will be smoother than the last time.

This is all because of your proposals and plans, Black. It suddenly occurred to me that we draenei have not thanked you properly for this. "

"Well, if you really want to thank me, don't ban the Dark Templar from developing among your people."

The pirates complained:

"My apprentice Sirdan is having trouble recruiting assassins among the draenei. I think there must be obstruction from the top. It's impossible for a priest like you not to know the truth of the coexistence of light and shadow.

The painful lessons of the past have taught you that you not only need brave defenders and pious priests, but also those who walk in the darkness to protect your people thousands of miles away. "

"I understand, and I can accept the light and shadow argument, but now is not the time, Blake."

The prophet shook his head and said:

“The number of our remaining tribesmen is too small, and every healthy tribesman is very important to civilization.

But Lord Nobundo and I have discussed that there are many compatriots among the Broken who are no longer accepted by the Holy Light, and they can come and go freely under the teachings of the Dark Templar.

Especially our compatriots from Argus, who have become one with the shadows in their dormancy for thousands of years. They are the assassins you should pay attention to.

Of course, I know why you're talking to me about this, Blake.

We are all prophets.

We don’t have to be so careful with our conversations. "

At this point, Viren stopped, turned his rosary, and said in a low voice:

"The four escort ships, including the Exodar, are now preparing to sail in the secret dock outside Storm Fortress.

They were rested and inspected with the efforts of our spacecraft technicians. This is a very tedious process, but according to Maraad's report, we can be ready to fly into the stars in more than a month.

The Draenei are also doing their best to shape light-forged warriors and make final preparations for our war to return to our home planet and regain our heritage.

All forces in the Draenor Anti-Magic Alliance are also stepping up preparations for an unprecedented war.

You are the only one responsible for this.

I mean, the mysterious and powerful titan guardians of Azeroth, I'm not sure those warriors who are closely connected to the titan gods are ready.

You and I both know that no matter how brave we mortals are, those Titan Guardians are the absolute main force in the Battle of Argus. "

"Don't rush it. Things here are very complicated and need to be advanced one by one. There is still an ancient god in the Titan Holy Land that has not been solved."

When it came to business, Blake's expression became serious, and he said to Viren:

"After tonight's meeting, I will immediately go to the North to promote the assembly of the Titan Guardians. If everything goes well, it should be enough for them to complete the recovery of the Titan Holy Land within a month.

Then we can head to Argus.

By the way, I had a prophetic dream not long ago, my dear prophet.

You can think that I am painting a pie for you, but in fact I can be sure that what I saw is true.

Just in my dream, I returned to the ruined land of Argus. I thought it had become a scorched earth, but unexpectedly, after your world was polluted by evil energy and fell apart, there was still a miraculous piece of land. Keep it fresh in your memory.

I can see the blooming flowers, the former Arcane Academy standing forlornly on the grass-covered ground, and the consul's seat that you used to use to execute your decrees.

Although the glorious place has collapsed, some momentum still remains.

Ancient spirits roamed their homeland as if twenty-five thousand years of time had not affected them. "

"Um?"

Upon hearing Blake's prediction, the prophet's eyes suddenly lit up.

It has been 25,000 years since the Draenei left their home planet, and the world of Argus has been corroded by evil energy for the same length of time. In such a long time, no world can withstand the terrible corrosion of evil energy.

In the imagination of Velen and the remaining draenei, their world must have become a wasteland hell, with no trace of nature left.

But now, the pirate's words gave him new hope.

"That's a large land called Mac'Aree. It seems to be well protected."

Blake stood up, shook his head and said:

"In my dream, I even saw a pure lake still remaining in Mac'Aree. It was really a strange scene, but maybe it was also a bait.

What I want to ask is.

If Argus can still be inhabited, and if that world is still willing to accept wanderers back home, will you go back to your home planet? "

This question made Velen hesitate for a moment. The prophet thought about it and said:

"It depends on what the people think, but I think after so long, the draenei seem to have become accustomed to the days and nights wandering among the stars, maybe.

Perhaps my hometown has become a symbol of beauty in my heart.

Time can dilute many emotions that we once thought would never be forgotten, especially for those of us Draenei who coexist with the Holy Light and live almost forever.

There is no going back to the past.

We should accept the present and look forward to the future.

Therefore, we will most likely stay here, Blake, and we will be as grateful as you are for the gifts and blessings of this world. "

"That's good."

This sincere answer satisfied the pirate.

He grinned, waved and threw a golden ring seal to Viren, winked and said:

"With your words, I dare to give this thing to you. The future of this world needs to be planned, especially after the bronze dragons leave.

Destiny can go astray, but it cannot end.

Wearing it means that we have to take on the responsibility of protecting our destiny and future. This may be the meaning of the world asking us to be prophets. "

Viren glanced at the golden seal in his hand. He saw the pattern of eyes surrounded by layers. He understood what Black meant. This was an invitation.

An invitation available only to true prophets.

When Viren raised his head, Blake was no longer in sight. Old Man Delaney hesitated and put the golden ring on his finger.

He stood up, walked out of the tent, and looked at the peaceful world in front of him with greedy eyes. He thought of Argus and Draenor.

He has let down both worlds

He would no longer let down the beautiful world that opened its arms to them.

Then, let me protect the fate of Azeroth!

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After Blake and Viren finished talking, they took a breath and sorted out the timeline for the next big operation, and then planned to leave in a leisurely way. After the meeting ended in the evening, they would evacuate from the boring Northern Xinjiang.

But when he was halfway there, he saw Arthas in a cloak sneaking towards the temporary camp where Dalaran was. This scene immediately made Black, who was peeping in the grass, furious. Come.

Good on you Alsace!

The oaths I made in Draenor before were all nonsense, right? Don't you forget to talk to Jaina about love on this occasion?

See what you can do!

The itchy pirate looked around and decided to step forward and tie the little idiot with a sack and beat him up, but then he rolled his eyes and decided to teach Alsace a painful lesson.

So he wrote a letter and secretly dropped it on the table where Lady Catherine was resting.

A few minutes later, Lady Catherine, who was sitting at the table while chatting with Mrs. Jin Jian and preparing to drink a glass of lunch wine, found the letter left for her. When she opened it, her eyes widened.

The pirate governor probably had been managing a group of pirates for a long time, which made her temper become more and more out of control. She touched the decorative sword on her waist and shook her head.

This thing is a bit too fierce when taken out, and it is not good for her image.

"Gina! Lend me your staff."

Lady Catherine stood up, straightened her clothes and said something to Lady Golden Sword who had just picked up the wine glass. The latter looked at her in surprise, but still handed her precious Torrent Staff to Lady Catherine.

Then she was surprised to see Catherine angrily walking toward the Dalaran camp with her staff in the posture of a monk holding a stick.

Not long after, as Mrs. Golden Sword watched while holding a wine glass and having fun, Arthas screamed and ran out of Jaina's tent holding his head.

Behind him was Her Majesty the Queen of Kul Tiras, who kept beating him with her staff.

This scene immediately caused a tremor in the entire camp, but due to their identities, no guard dared to stop them. At this moment, Dai Lin was still talking to Varian about the Emperor's Sword, and there was no time to stop them. .

In the end, Queen Mia rushed out and hugged the angry Queen Catherine, giving the beaten Alsace a chance to escape.

Seeing how angry Lady Catherine was, it was not difficult to guess that the two smelly children must have done something bad in the tent, such as kissing or something.

After all, bound by Black's oath, Arthas couldn't do anything else if he wanted to.

"Ha, this is what happens to stupid kids who don't obey!"

Blake, who was hiding on a branch, watched this scene with satisfaction.

He was so happy.

Old King Terenas was not in the mood to care about his children at the moment. He was thinking about how to deal with tonight's meeting in the tent.

After admiring the sight of Lady Catherine chasing Alsace with her staff and beating him, Blake was satisfied and found a place to take a nap.

He slept until the sunset and then stretched his body and stood up. Then he saw the several Gargon hounds he had left beside him to protect him before going to bed. They loyally maintained their stone statue postures, but there were blood stains on the corners of the rock mouths of the hounds.

This made the pirate's mouth twitch.

Well.

It seems that the unlucky guy who tried to disturb him was killed and eaten by the stone hound.

Gee, that’s really miserable.

When Blake woke up, he patted the heads of several stone hounds with satisfaction and praised them for their good guarding work. He took out a bottle of wine from his bag, opened the lid and took a sip, which he used as a mouthwash.

Then, he wandered towards the camp that was already guarded by the Knights of the Silver Hand and the Death Knights.

Right there, tonight's King's Council is about to begin.

Speaking of which, Black also hopes to see the wonderful scene of a stupid young man among these kings, provoking Lothar at the meeting, and then being killed by Frostmourne on the spot.

I don’t know if I can get what I want today.

Hey, speaking of it, I can actually use mind magic to interfere with the thoughts of these old guys. Anyway, Frostmourne will definitely not refuse a soul that comes to the door.

What a great idea!

The pirate's eyes lit up, he rubbed his hands, and planned to do just that.

But just when Blake was about to sneak in and do bad things, a slight cough sounded in the forest beside the pirate. Blake looked back and saw Windrunner's mother sitting on a chair, holding a war bow in both hands.

The eyes under the black visor were staring at him.

"Just watch the fun, okay."

General Lilesa said hoarsely:

"You can't do bad things!"

"Blake, you've caused enough trouble this time. Just let them go tonight and give peace a chance, okay? Also, Dean Lanyue informed me that after tonight's meeting, , take you back to Tol Barad."

"Don't go!"

Hearing this, the pirate immediately twisted his neck and said like a naughty child losing his temper:

"I'm no longer interested in playing with those old men and women who don't respect martial ethics."

"You really don't want to go?"

Windrunner's mother shrugged and said:

"I heard that Dean Lanyue is going to grant you a diploma. It is said that they re-discussed which thesis and decided which one to pass.

Anyway, I don’t know much about mages. Since you are not interested, then I should reject her? "

"Oops, I was just kidding."

When Blake heard that he could graduate, he immediately became interested. He turned around and rushed to Windrunner's mother with a whoosh, and said to her:

"Then let's leave now? It's the most boring thing for these old men and women to have meetings here. Watching them waste time is not as important as my graduation ceremony.

Come, my retainer, take my hand, yes! that's all.

Three, two, one!

Let's go! "