Shadow Trails in Azeroth

After Black brought the Paladins and a group of Kroku prisoners back to the Kroku camp, they were immediately warmly welcomed by Chief Hatton.

Of course, the vigilant and indifferent chief still has no sympathy for the stinky pirates who destroyed their sacred objects, but he is very concerned about the nearly a hundred compatriots who were rescued from the Annihran melting pool by the stinky pirates' group.

These people are all Broken warriors who have been captured by demons before. They are all very loyal and die-hard resisters.

You can tell this by looking at the injuries on their bodies.

Those soft-headed bastards have surrendered to the devil in the endless suffering years in the past, and the Crokus who are still alive today are the last hard-core people in this world who have not succumbed to the devil's power.

Each is the best and most precious warrior.

Black had no problem with the Kroku Breakers' dislike of him. After all, breaking a sacred relic that had been preserved for more than 20,000 years when they first met without being beaten to death on the spot proved that the Kroku Breakers were very dissatisfied with him. He's interesting enough.

What was giving him a headache was the few paladins following Black who were whispering and looking excited.

Including the always sensible old Fording, several old knights whose combined age easily exceeded 300 years old were just like the cheering children, sharing the insights they gained when they listened to the true meaning of the Holy Light under the Mother of Light.

This bothered Blake.

"Hey, I say, you guys! That's enough!"

Black turned around, blew out a smoke ring, and shouted to several paladins:

"Don't spread Zera's nonsense around this camp. I admit that she is a very powerful ancestor Naaru, but you must also know that what Naaru says does not represent the will of the Holy Light.

You are all guys who went to Shattrath City to listen to the Hadith of Adal, can you please stop acting like you have never seen the world?

If you really want to 'listen to the gospel', then go to Shattrath City. Adal's theory of 'twins of light and darkness' is correct, and Zella's theory of 'holy light is all things' is a complete heresy.

Even I, a void walker, know this! If Pope Fa'ao were here, he would definitely pick up his holy staff and hit you on your stupid heads!

Everyone is tens or hundreds of years old, please be more careful! "

"But."

Faced with Black's scolding, Uther was a little confused. The Lightbringer recalled the wonderful feeling of being wrapped in the Holy Light and being spread the gospel by the Holy Light's will. He said excitedly:

"I have never been so close to the Holy Light. Even during the Light Casting Ceremony, I have never heard the grace of the Holy Light so clearly."

"Yes Yes!"

The old drunkard Kurtaz also said excitedly:

"I can hear the Holy Light speaking to me. He praises me as a brave and mighty guardian. He thanks me for everything I have done to uphold justice!

This is a supreme honor. "

"Yeah?"

Black sneered, pointed at the old drunkard's empty belt, and said:

"Then tell me, where is the wine bottle that you never leave behind?"

"ah?"

After being reminded by the pirates, Kurtaz lowered his head suddenly and realized that he had forgotten his wine bottle on the Zenidal.

This was something that was simply unimaginable in the past. A hip flask is as important to a dwarf drunkard as a forging hammer. This is as outrageous as an old drunkard cutting off his lifeblood and throwing it away after listening to a lecture.

"How many minutes has it been?"

The pirate sarcastically said:

"You were transformed from an alcoholic and depraved bastard into a pure warrior of the Holy Light, right? If I left you in Zenidal for two days and then picked you up, I'd be afraid that you wouldn't even forget the name of your human lover. Already?

You bastard!

The belief in the Holy Light in Azeroth and the belief in the Holy Light Legion are not the same at all. Do you really think there is no factional conflict between the Naaru?

Heretics exist at all times.

And you almost became the kind of character who was tied to the stake and burned to death by Isorien. "

Black held out his finger rudely and said seriously and solemnly to the three knights in front of him:

"Don't listen to the so-called 'voices of the Holy Light' in your minds, let alone act according to those voices, if you don't want to become the schizophrenic ghost Mograine is!"

Hearing the pirates mention "Mograine", Old Fording and Uther's hearts suddenly became heavy. They talked with their brothers before leaving, but as the pirates said, the current War Archbishop has become better. strangeness.

Especially when he talks about his family and hometown, his alienated indifference makes people feel chilled.

As for the dwarf alcoholic paladin.

This guy was already yelling and running towards the teleportation beacon being recovered by the Zenidal. He was going to get back the precious wine bottle given to him by his lover.

Otherwise, your ears will be tugged when you return.

Yes, the Church of Holy Light is so free. Even the Great Knight of Dathrohan has a secret lover, and Fording and Mograine even got married and had children.

Obviously, under the leadership of Pope Faou, the Holy Light Church is not an ascetic organization.

From this point of view, although Black does not like the formality of the church, he will never compare the Holy Light Church and the Holy Light Legion together.

No matter how bad a religious organization is that allows life to release its desires, it will not be so bad that it dehumanizes. On the contrary, only those organizations that regard all emotional release as unhealthy are likely to carry out terrible annihilation under the call of absolute order. Human things.

The Legion of Light under the leadership of Zela is not so extreme.

But from the Pirates' point of view, they are not far away from that point.

After Black finished training several paladins, he turned to look at the calm-looking General Maraad. The latter noticed the pirate's gaze and waved the Immovable Seal ring on his finger.

This world artifact from Draenor has the highest level of defense and protection attributes. This kind of defense is of course not just physical defense, it also has a protective effect on Maraad's spirit.

Moreover, the Draenei under the leadership of Velen are all loyal believers of Lord Adal's faction, who is also the ancestor Naaru. They and the Holy Light Legion are not in the same pot.

"Get ready to receive the airborne landing."

The pirate glanced at the time and said something to Maraad.

The latter nodded calmly and quickly went to discuss with Chief Hatton. Then the Croku cavalry in the entire camp were sent out to various areas of the Petrified Forest to meet the incoming advance army.

The landing of two to three thousand people will make the marginal place of Krokuun lively overnight.

Blake did not accompany him.

After the Annihran melting pool was breached by the Holy Light Legion, the demonic power in the entire southern barren land of Krokuun was wiped out. In this case, as long as the follow-up troops do not specifically jump in the face of the demons, They are just absolutely safe.

Of course, this is the territory of the demons after all. After the Annihran melting pool was attacked, the local demons also mobilized again, which meant that a fierce battle was coming.

The stinky pirate quickly walked up to the observation deck at the highest point of Croku's camp. He planned to fly his little bird in the sky to see the mobilization of the demons, but he didn't expect that as soon as he climbed up to the observation deck, he saw a melancholy tattoo. The macho man is sitting on the edge of the cliff, holding a small dried yellow flower in his hand and reminiscing about the past.

Illidan was probably too immersed in his own thoughts, which caused this top hunter to not notice Black sneaking closer to him.

Of course, it's possible he found out, but he didn't care.

His relationship with Blake was complicated.

The friendship between the two can be traced back to fighting side by side 10,000 years ago. There are very few people in the world that Illidan can completely trust, but Black, who blew up the Well of Eternity with him, is definitely one of them.

"Tylande will come to Argus in the future. It is said to be the oracle of the Moon God."

Black stood behind Illidan with his hands behind his back. He whispered:

"Do you need me to help you 'arrange' it? Even if you don't do anything, just talk."

"No need."

Illidan "looked" at the dried small yellow flowers preserved by magic in his hand. Amid the demonic wind filled with evil energy, he whispered:

"What I should say to her was already said 10,000 years ago. Just like you and Maiev didn't have too many words to say goodbye, Black, tell me, do men like us have to go through these heartbreaking things?" ?

Many people commented that it was this experience that made us strong. "

"Well, I don't think pain shaped me. Maybe you did, but I definitely didn't."

The pirate lowered his body and sat next to Illidan, the Saint of Love. He picked up his Balrog pipe that started to burn as soon as it touched the corner of his mouth, and looked at the distant place shrouded in green evil lava and black smoke flying all over the sky. Forged Demon Camp.

He said:

“You just fall in love with someone you shouldn’t fall in love with, or you’re just unlucky.

Don't believe what Tyrande said. She chose Malfurion of her own accord.

no.

Based on my understanding of Tyrande's character, this is just a step too late for you to express your love. If you were the first to express your feelings to Tyrande, then it will be your brother who is disappointed now.

She is actually a silly girl who is hesitant when she should be decisive, and very reckless when she should be hesitant. It is precisely because of her simplicity that she is loved by Elune.

I am certain that her feelings for you two brothers are true. If she is a girl who knows how to play, she can easily play with you two brothers.

Maybe I think you should regret that she is not, otherwise you would have a chance to really compete with your Buddhist brother. "

"Use the dirty words you pirates use to say that you want me to be a licking dog?"

Illidan snorted, shook his head and said:

"Impossible! Absolutely impossible. My love for Tyrande will never change, but I choose to seal it because the road I want to walk is destined to be lonely.

I don't want to drag my lover into this damn fate. "

"You know, it was your damn sullen personality that made you lose her."

Blake said rudely:

"I really don't know what I did ten thousand years ago. If I were willing, maybe you and Tyrande would have three children by now, at least!"

"You suggested it, more than once."

Illidan laughed and whispered:

"I also refused, more than once. Maybe you think I'm stupid, but I'm actually a person who enjoys spiritual company more, just like your Maiev."

"Hey, I'll get angry if you talk about her again."

The pirate blew out a smoke ring, and the conversation between the two men fell silent.

After a few seconds, the pirate took the initiative and said:

"Zera talked to you about the 'Children of Light and Darkness', right? I guess that doll Innaru also told you that as long as you are willing, she can devote herself to you immediately."

"Can you please stop speaking so obscenely! It's obviously a very serious matter, but why does it become so dirty when it comes to your mouth?"

The Demon Hunter Commander shook his head and said:

“But you’re right, Zella is sincere.

She said that she had been holding on since the birth of Qunxing until now just to wait for my arrival. She said that she was very tired, but she had to complete her mission.

She was willing to give me all her power derived from the Holy Light. She promised me that after receiving the blessing of the Holy Light, I would become a better me.

I will be the prophesied child of destiny who can truly end the terror of the Burning Legion.

Frankly speaking, I'm a little excited.

But I ultimately rejected her.

I have done this stupid thing of exchanging freedom for strength once before, and I lost it that time.”

Illidan turned the little yellow flower in his hand and said with a wry smile:

"I lost a lot."

"Very well, I won't comment on Zella's crazy idea. Let's make a boring prediction during casual conversation."

The pirate blew out burning smoke rings and said:

"If you accept Zera's gift, you will become a child of light and darkness, able to control evil energy and holy light at the same time, completing the near-impossible unification of the stars.

At that time, in addition to your firm will to hunt demons, you would also be inspired by the Holy Light. I am not sure what you were like at that time.

But I think part of Zera's will will be reborn in you.

You have also seen what the soldiers of the Holy Light Army are like. You will become that kind of person. In order to maintain absolute order, you will be willing to draw your sword against all existences that hinder you.

In Zera's eyes, I am a hopeless guy, and the world I was born into is also full of forces that are harmful to order.

You may be able to defeat the Burning Legion with the power of light and darkness, and you may even play against Lord Sargeras. You may survive, return to Azeroth, return to the place where you were born, and start spreading the gospel of order of the Holy Light.

You end up on the opposite side of your beloved Tyrande.

You might kill her yourself."

"I won't!"

Illidan gritted his teeth and said something, earning a sneer from the pirate. He said:

"It's true that you don't know how to do it now, but that's not necessarily the case for Illidan, the Son of Light and Darkness. You know, when your sincere faith takes the next step and burns into fanaticism, the development of many things will be out of your control.

The Burning Legion will be defeated, but that does not mean peace will come. You and your followers will become the new source of chaos, and chaos will lead to war, even in the name of order.

war

die

Your victory means nothing.

Because the Force will eventually be unbalanced due to the surge in death, you will become the next Sargeras, even more extreme than the Burning Legion.

After all, under the rule of absolute order, no evil thoughts can exist, but human nature determines that dark thoughts will never die due to the weight of order.

You will go to the other extreme, and then you will push the door open with your own hands. "

Black took off his pipe, patted Illidan on the shoulder, and whispered:

"Tell me now, do you still think Zella is a normal person? I told her when I first met her that the fate she saw during the Great Sequence of Light and Darkness was just an illusion prepared by the black hand.

I was moved by her dedication all the way to the present, but what she did was not to save, but to fulfill the destiny of a chess piece.

You are the sword shaped by fate, and you must pierce the weakest point of the stars.

Fortunately, you met me.

Your burden will be shouldered by me, and I will find a way to close the door after I push it open. Do you know what’s the best thing about this for you? "

Illidan made a listening gesture, and the pirate laughed and said:

"This means you won't become a miserable eternal jailer, which means you still have a long time to complete your hunt, or be brave and tell Tyrande those words you didn't say ten thousand years ago.

You are immortals

Monogamy does not apply to you. You know that your brother is actually under a lot of psychological pressure because of your affairs. How could he, a druid, not like children?

But he chose to spend ten thousand years sleeping.

Tyrande is a very passive woman, which means you have to be proactive.

You like spiritual love, this is what you said yourself, then spiritual cheating is not actually cheating.

You know what I mean?

I know it's a long shot, but maybe Tyrande got drunk one day, right? No one stipulates that the Moon God Priest cannot drink alcohol. For a while, my family secretly drank alcohol behind my back.

She thought I didn’t know.”

"You just want to watch the fun."

Illidan decisively rejected this suggestion, saying:

"I don't want to hurt them anymore, and we're talking about fate."

"What's there to talk about about fate?"

Blake puffed his beard and stared:

"Destiny is like a handful of sand that you can never hold. The harder you try, the faster it will fall apart. The only hope is to use the power of fate to shape you into a sand sculpture."

Only in this way can it last forever in time.

Go ahead with your ideas. "

The pirate stood up.

He patted Illidan on the shoulder and said sincerely:

"I predict you will have a lonely but glorious future, my dear sand sculpture."