Shadow Trails in Azeroth

In the cabin, the ghost dragon Sephiel said to Blake seriously:

"The time nodes I manage are only one to six years after the Dark Portal. The next important time node will be opened between eight and ten years after the Dark Portal.

At that time, other bronze dragons will take over.

You still have two years to develop. When the next time comes, I can help you deal with other bronze dragons, but it can only take effect once.

Once this trick is discovered by my compatriots, I will no longer be able to help you, and I will be wanted by the Quicksand Scale.

But by then, we don’t have to worry anymore. "

In order to protect herself, Miss Long helped Blake intervene in the important incident of Gul'dan's death. Now she and Blake are tied together.

After such a long time together, she seemed to have accepted her fate and began to look at the existence of pirates from a neutral attitude.

And when necessary, help him make suggestions.

For example, right now, Sephiel is revealing some truth about the operation of time flow to Blake.

She pursed her lips and said to the pirate:

"The timeline of Azeroth is not a river flowing back and forth, it is a network. The extension of a node has infinite possibilities, but two points need to be connected to outline the direction.

You are safe and sound in this node of mine.

Just need to get through the next point.

When the two points are connected into a line due to your influence, your own time branch will be completely formed. After that, you don’t have to worry about the threat from the Bronze Dragon Legion.

According to my experience, when Quicksand Scale encounters this situation, it will immediately 'abandon' the timeline.

By then, there may be curious bronze dragons that will 'travel' along this line, but they will no longer actively interfere with the direction of your time branch. "

"clever."

Blake snapped his fingers and expressed appreciation. He turned back and opened a bottle of Elf Moonshine wine he bought from the Ancestral Turtle, and took out two cool wine glasses decorated with gold foil and crystal.

Fill the glasses with wine and push one of the glasses in front of Sephiel.

explain:

"After the tributary of time that belongs to me is formed, you don't have to worry about being wanted by the Quicksand Scale. With your relationship with me, you can safely hide in this tributary of time.

And I’m pretty sure that after ten years of the Dark Portal, your compatriots will no longer care about you as an ‘other’.

They will face more threatening challenges.

Until then, you and I are free.

No, no, no, I suddenly had a better idea, why wait ten years for Dark Portal? We have the best opportunity right now! The premise is that we move fast enough to catch up with that important node. "

The young dragon fell silent again. She glanced at the wine glass in front of her, and then at her illusory ghost body. At this moment, her teeth were itching with hatred.

She said to Blake:

"Did you do this on purpose? How can I drink now?"

"I know, this cup is also prepared for me."

The pirate finished his own glass, then picked up Sephiel's glass of wine and drank it all in one gulp. He happily wiped his wine-stained beard and said to Miss Long:

"It's just a sense of ceremony."

"well."

Miss Long sighed. After a few seconds, she looked at Blake and said seriously:

"I was attacked by Deathwing's void power. Both my past and future me collapsed in the timeline. If it weren't for your help, I might have been completely separated from the time stream.

I will literally 'die'.

I said it will take two years because it takes that long to allow me to recover at other points in time.

But now my destiny has been twisted astray.

I had resisted, I had hated, but now I accepted it.

I will try my best to help you, Blake, you are destined to make a career, and you will become an important pillar in this tributary of time.

But you have to promise me that you won't cause world-destroying events like undead disasters and legion invasions.

Alas, my time node is destined to be abandoned. But even so, I still hope that the future of Azeroth in this time tributary can continue. "

“You can see it with your own eyes, and you can participate.”

Blake played with the wine glass and said softly:

"You actually don't know why the bronze dragon is obsessed with guarding a troubled timeline.

I know.

That is the future that Aman'Thul, the creator titan of the Pantheon, had already decided when he gave you the power of time, because at the end of this future, the warriors of Azeroth will defeat the fallen titan Sargeras.

There are countless ways the future could go.

But only with such a timeline can we accomplish that impossible feat.

What the bronze dragon guards is not actually an unfathomable future.

But a future destined to win.

But even the Titans are limited by the limits of their abilities.

They don't understand that after defeating and sealing Sargeras, after victory, life must go on.

But the biggest problem is that after the era of Titans comes to an end, the stars do not usher in an era of peace. "

Having said this, Blake shook his head and said in a sarcastic tone:

"The so-called victory is just a stage that has been laid out by the careerists. The seal of Sargeras is not the end, but just the starting point of a sadder era.

Even the Pantheon and the Fallen Titan were toyed with and applauded by that group of people. They were like a group of flies hiding in the darkness, drawing strength from tragedy.

I don’t want that kind of pale victory that is full of hypocrisy and fraud! "

Blake cursed a few times as if venting his anger.

He added another glass of wine to himself, raised the glass, and raised it towards Sephiel.

explain:

"The past should be unchangeable, and the future should be unfathomable. Now you have been separated from the bronze dragon's mission. Now, you are free, Sephiel.

You can do whatever you want.

Our vision for the future of the world cannot just rely on imagination, we must do it down-to-earth, settle down, and come with me, Seifer.

I will expose those foolish tricks to you and the bronze dragonflight behind you.

I need an opportunity to expose the shameless faces of those people to you, and I am short of manpower right now. The ship Nagfar also needs a ghost mate.

Anyway, you bronze dragons won’t die, so just think of it as experiencing another kind of life.

What do you think? "

Miss Long was a little silent for a moment. She glanced at the dark and cold cabin around her, and then at her ghost body. After more than ten seconds, she said:

"My people have tried countless shapes and professions as they managed the timeline, but as far as I know, no bronze dragon has ever chosen to become a pirate.

Well, that sounds interesting.

Your hat is beautiful, I want one too! I want to be a pirate dragon! "

——

Early the next morning, three old battleships under Black set sail from Totaka Pier and headed for Zemland Port in Vodun, where the Devout Snake People should already be waiting for them.

As for the big ship Alpaca left for the fox people, it is docked at the dock, and the ancestor turtles are loading the prepared supplies onto the ship.

Then wait for the foxes to come and join, then sail the ship to the coast of Nazmir, where it will join the main fleet, and finally sail to the eastern continent together.

Eudora returned to Wharton last night, went to the Akunda Temple to pick up her people, and recruited some adventurous foxes to go with her.

The Water Rat Gang had just been established and it was when they needed manpower.

There are three ships running side by side on the sea, with full sails, and the sea breeze is strong, making the ships very fast and stable. These three ships were all identified by Blake using the "Treasure Appraisal Technique".

They are all battleships of excellent quality.

It may not be more powerful than an ordinary battleship, but it must be stronger and more durable.

The leader is the "Black Fang". As you can tell from the name, it is a battleship belonging to the orcs of the Black Fang clan.

Red Blackhand was quite proud of himself. He pretended to be wearing a black three-cornered hat, holding the steering wheel on the stern of the ship, and giving orders to the orcs under his command from time to time.

Seeing the sailors busy, Chief Blackhand would laugh heartily.

He no longer had to endure Black's taunts about his sailing skills. He was now a captain, and the ship was the property of the Blacktooth Grinning clan.

Of course it nominally belongs to Blake's Immortal Fleet.

"What a weird troll ship!"

Blackhand glanced at the thick masts erected on the deck. The appearance of these troll warships was not much different from human warships, but their ships only had one mast and a time oar cabin for acceleration.

While taking advantage of sea breeze and ocean currents, it also has the function of human acceleration.

This kind of ship maneuvering is definitely different from the warships he was familiar with before, but it doesn't matter much, just learn it.

"Teach these trolls a lesson!"

Red grabbed the rudder and shouted to his orcs:

"Before returning to Zemlan Port, I want these idiots to at least learn to climb the ship's net! Use your fists to teach them! The disobedient bastards will be hung directly from the mast!"

The same scolding also echoed on the other two ships.

The person who controls the second ship "Blackhand" is Maim Blackhand. He also has a group of orc sailors and exile trolls under his command. He is also scolding the orcs to quickly train this group of exiles.

The third ship is called the "Mysterious Mother". This ship is prepared for the devout snake people. It is currently commanded by the orc warlock Tiga Evil Eye.

There are less than 600 people under Black's command, and they are now scattered on three ships. The personnel quota of each ship is seriously insufficient. In addition, the troll exiles all know almost nothing about sailing.

Therefore, the captain did not give them too many requirements.

Relying on this group of landlubbers, it would be great luck to be able to sail the three ships back to Zemland Port smoothly.

"They need training, these bastards are completely inadequate."

In the water under the three ships, Blake stood on the deck of the Nagfar, observing the sea surface through the water film above the deck. When he saw that the three ships could not even move in a straight line, the pirate master's expression changed. Very bad.

"At their level, let alone fighting against the regular navy, they may not be able to defeat civilian merchant ships. The Zandalari trolls don't use artillery, and the Ancestral Turtles can't buy enough naval guns.

Oh my god.

I only have this group of landlubbers under my command, and they will be laughed at by my peers. "

Blake crossed his arms with a look of despair.

"I think it's pretty good."

Behind him, Sephiel in ghost form also looked up at the sea. She wore an old sailor's tricorn hat on her head and said to her captain:

"At least they can sail the ship and return to the eastern continent from Zandalar Island, but a long sea journey is enough for these landlubbers to grow into qualified sailors.

Of course, if you want to quickly form a fighting force, you may want to recruit some pirates. Why not try your luck in the Free Town of Kul Tiras? "

"It has only been seven years since the Dark Portal, my Miss Long."

Blake looked back at Sephiel and said in a faint tone:

"Free Town, the holy land of pirates, is still just a desolate small fishing village. After Dai Lin's death, the group of pirates dared to approach Kul Tiras, and it will take at least twenty-five years for that ghost place to prosper. , becoming a real pirate mecca.

However, your idea reminded me.

We can try our luck in another place.

Tol Barad.

The large island outside the Palatine Gulf was once a military base for the Alliance, but it has been destroyed by the Horde. It used to be the military port of Kul Tiras.

Maybe we can find some useful hands there, as it happens to be very close to Vashj'ir.

We can also smoothly complete the requests from our ancestor turtle friends. "

"You can also go to Torgoda!"

Sephiel tilted his head and thought for a while, followed Blake's example, snapped his fingers, and said to his captain:

"Your Kul Tiran navy specializes in the black prison where criminals are exiled. There must be many villains there waiting for you to recruit."

"That place should be listed as a candidate."

Blake shrugged, pointed to the three ships on the sea, and said:

"With this group of cobbled-together landlubbers, they still want to break through the defense of the Kul Tiras Navy? Even with the blessing of cursed gold coins, it is completely impossible.

I know exactly how powerful my hometown is.

It’s better not to offend my old man until his wings are full. I don’t want the Nagfar to become his trophy. "