Shadow Trails in Azeroth

The overall military operation of more than two thousand people plus the Croku Breakers is definitely not something that the stinky pirate can command accurately with just a few words. As he said, he is not responsible for the specific command of the follow-up advance force of the anti-magic coalition.

He is just here as the "big leader" to set the tone and make the commanders mentally prepared for the difficulties of the operation.

But to be honest, after witnessing the doomsday scene of the world of Argus, any commander with some experience knows how difficult the next life will be.

Fortunately, they don't have no choice.

The Exodar will always be cruising near the orbit of the planet Argus. Once the advance force's reconnaissance advance shows signs of failure, these people will still have the opportunity to retreat.

But no one wants to fail. After all, everyone has their heads pinned to their heads and crossed the sea of ​​​​stars to come here. This is not a self-guided trip.

Well, except His Highness Little Star.

The heartless Blue Dragon Princess was probably the only one in the advance army who really came with the mindset of traveling.

However, she was not so outrageous as to abandon the army and go have fun. She also knew how to help others move things and do some work as a "military reporter".

But Little Xingxing still took the time to walk around the petrified forest a few times, took some photos and wrote some thoughts.

She had made an agreement with Blake on the ship that she would follow the pirates to leave Krokuun and go to the more mysterious Mac'Aree, where the magical abilities of the little stars on the relatively intact land could help a lot.

According to the pirates, by the time they return, the war in Krokuun will be at its peak, and there will be no leisure time for her to run around.

The stinky pirate brought her to Argus, and if you think about it, you know that he must be planning to use the power of the Thunder Dragon for nothing. Black will not let the little star travel leisurely to the battlefield.

While His Highness Little Star was "collecting things", the pirates also took Mograine and his adjutants out of Camp Croku and headed to the scheduled place where the last batch of anti-magic coalition soldiers would land by air.

The last batch of commanders who came down were all commanding talents with extremely high command attainments but not good at fighting, including the elven commander Jarod Shadowsong, the human general Danath Trollbane and the war chief Red. The think tank, Warlord Eitrigg, and other all-round characters who have experienced wars and can coordinate military affairs.

However, the "not good at fighting" of these guys refers to the fact that compared with other slasher characters who charge into battle, when they really need to fight hard, they can also pick up their swords and easily chop down a few demons and so on.

Among the first batch of guys who can be delivered to Argus, there are absolutely no "civilians" in the true sense. Weak ordinary people can't even breathe normally in the harsh environment of Argus.

The three people were waiting here, and next to them was a group of death knights from the Black Crow Chapter who were awakening the dead.

Black saw a female lich in a black hood staring at him, so he looked there carefully for a few seconds, then waved his hand and said hello in a warm tone:

"Hey, Ms. Elisande, how have you been lately? This Quel'Thalas elf's body really suits you. Look, how does it feel when your black skin turns to white?"

"snort."

Faced with Black's proactive greeting, Ms. Elisande, the Black Crow Lich Chief, responded with an impatient snort. Obviously, even after death, she still only had full disgust for this stinking pirate.

However, although she retains the arrogance of being the Queen of the Nightborne, Ms. Elisande's work efficiency is really nothing to say.

The resurrection ceremony of the dead hosted by her in the depths of the petrified forest went very smoothly. A large group of Croku death hunters were digging the ground, and several resurrected eredar deaths were already standing beside Elisande. knight.

According to the timeline of the death of the last batch of pure-blood Eredar, these dead people are conservatively estimated to have been dead for more than 20,000 years, and they can still be successfully awakened into death knights. This shows how deep the resentment of the dead souls in this world is.

"What an evil act."

In response, Mograine's adjutant, the tall Lightforged Vindicator Shoe Girl, leaned on the Holy Light War Spear and commented with disgust:

"If it's just to win, is it worth abandoning the bottom line like this?"

"Your tone reminds me of a group of people I once hated. No offense intended, but as a commander who has experienced thousands of years of war, your ideas are really naive."

Blake held his pipe in his mouth, rolled his eyes, and complained mercilessly:

"If the Holy Light Legion can bring a few lichs with them when fighting demons in various worlds, I have no doubt that the number of times you win will definitely increase several times, maybe ten or twenty times.

After all, in a world where demons are raging, there are few other things, and there are as many corpses as there are.

On one side is victory, on the other side is the bottom line.

On one side is the survival of innocent people, on the other side is the preservation of one's own pure morality.

Look, you chose to put your perfect morality above the lives of millions and millions of innocent people, and you seem to be proud of it. If hypocrisy is also a kind of glory, then you are among the various civilizations in the world. He can be called a savior hero. "

"You're just confusing concepts, pirate from another world."

Captain Faria is also a ruthless character. She can persevere in a nearly eternal war in different timelines until now. She is definitely not someone who can be driven crazy by pirates with just a few words.

She had no intention of arguing with Blake, after all, the two sides were now allies.

She just said briefly:

"When it comes to the bottom line, once you cross the first step, you are not far away from surrendering to the devil's power. I am not a heartless bastard, nor can I understand the necessary sacrifices. I have just seen too many people who think like you. people.

The devil is there.

They will not stop just because the enemy has the help of the undead, and your bottom line will eventually have a limit. Being breached again and again will eventually make you no different from a demon.

Sacrifice the bottom line in exchange for victory is just poison to quench thirst! "

"Well, this is what Zera taught you?"

The pirate played with his pipe and said softly:

"No wonder you have fought among the stars for tens of thousands of years and the results you have achieved are not as great as an ancient war, but the sacrifices and deaths you have caused are nearly a hundred times more than that war.

A veritable ‘friend of death’.

With my bottom line being so low, if I can win just by breaking through the bottom line, I can win all the way until the day when the stars die.

Speaking of which, Lord Mograine, what do you and your little cutie usually talk about? Have you told her the story of Azeroth? The story of how we defeated Sargeras by shattering our own world? "

"I've heard that story!"

Captain Faria frowned and said:

"I am shocked by the decisiveness of your ancestors, but you cannot use isolated cases to prove yours."

"enough!"

Mograine raised his hand and interrupted his lieutenant's argument. He glanced at Black, then turned back to Faria and said:

"You talked a lot today. You have a strong will! Especially in front of an ancient god."

"!"

At the Archbishop's reminder, Captain Faria immediately realized that her emotions were a little out of control. She decisively summoned the Holy Light to protect her mind, and looked at the pirates with fear.

The latter slapped his knees and made an evil sound of laughter. He blew out a smoke ring, raised his fingers shimmering with mysterious purple light, and said in a long voice:

"Look, after leaving Zeira's Holy Light Realm, I can still play with you in applause. My dear little cutie, you are not as determined as you think.

You have exposed your inner doubts in front of me, and you are also dissatisfied with the current situation of the Holy Light Legion.

It's okay, don't feel ashamed about it.

Fear and fear are normal, and it means you can still be saved.

Go ahead.

Stay away from this poisonous thing like me. Don't let me pollute your pure warrior heart. I want to talk to your archbishop about something, and we will summon you later. "

Faria had some doubts.

Especially after experiencing the all-pervasive "talking skills" of the Thousand Tongue Demon, she glanced at Mograine worriedly, and the latter waved his hand to her, indicating that she didn't need to worry.

After watching Captain Faria leave with her spear in a warrior posture, Black blew out a smoke ring, winked at Mograine and said:

"Guess what I just saw in your little cute mind? Although it was just a glimpse, I knew, Lord Mograine, that a mighty tough guy like you is really lethal in front of ladies. amazing.

Come, tell me quietly, is your little cutie particularly dependent on you when he is injured?

When are you going to tell Master Renault and Master Dallion that they are about to have a true light-forged saint as their mother? "

"Don't do this, Blake."

Mograine's expression was complicated, and he sighed and said:

"I know that you, Fording, and Uther all think that I am lost in the teachings of the Mother of Light, but I am very clear about my current situation.

I'm not sick and I don't need your treatment.

I knew I was fighting for justice.

Stop attacking my soul with vicious words. "

"Every alcoholic will tell others they are sober, but they do need help, they just don't know it."

Blake stopped pretending and said directly:

“I did not accuse Zeira of deliberately using the Holy Light to confuse you.

The Mother of Holy Light may have made an unintentional mistake, but she ignored that when the Legion of Holy Light constantly travels through various worlds and engages in a near-eternal war in the ever-changing time, the light in front of you will always become your only reliance.

It's actually not a big deal to believe in Zeira. She does represent an interpretation of the Holy Light Force, but the problem of not being able to listen to other voices is very serious.

Don't worry, Lord Knight.

I will cure you soon.

Including your little cutie, I will help you break your dangerous fanaticism and turn you back into a true warrior of the Holy Light.

That's not why I called you here.

I want to ask you about the next plans of the Holy Light Legion. Zera only sent one troop to support us. Is it because you have other operations going on at the same time? "

The pirate blew out a ship-shaped smoke ring and asked.

Mograine didn't hide anything, he nodded and said:

"The Zenidar has just received a very important piece of information. I can't reveal the specific content to you now, but if our operation is successful, it will have a subversive impact on the situation in Argus.

It just so happens that you asked this question, so I would like to ask a few more questions. "

The Archbishop stared at Blake and said:

"What are you doing in Mac'Aree?

The Legion of Holy Light has fought against demons there several times. I can tell you responsibly that although that land has not been corroded by evil energy for some unknown reason, there is nothing but the ruins of the past and wandering ghosts there. Nothing else.

And there are actually several strongholds where demons hide there. Although the number of demons stationed there is small, they are all tough elites.

We also suspected that Mac'Aree was hiding important items from the Burning Legion or the eredar, but all our searches turned up nothing. "

"For the treasure there is not in the hands of the devil, my dear Archbishop."

Blake shrugged and took out the Eye of the Prophet and the Mark of Enlightenment in front of Mograine. These two gems of different colors would vibrate slightly when they were close to each other.

They were mutilated and thus unable to exert their true power, but Mograine could feel the connection between the two jewels and the world of Argus itself.

Because he constantly travels through various worlds to fight, he has spent more than a thousand years with the Draenei of the Legion of Light in worlds with different time flows, so he also knows the history of the Draenei very well. .

When he saw the two gem fragments in front of him, he immediately understood.

"Is this the remains of the Crown of the Governor?"

The Archbishop widened his eyes and said:

"It is said that this artifact can be used to communicate the will of the world. Did you go to Mac'Aree to find the last piece? If this is the case, then it is indeed as you said. The weight of this matter is definitely far beyond the war in Krokuun. Above victory and defeat.”

"I not only want to use it to communicate the world's will, but also to satisfy my desire for treasures along the way. After all, a boy who doesn't reward himself won't grow up.

However, it seems that you also understand the rationality and importance of this operation, so I think you will definitely be willing to go with me. "

Blake grinned and said:

"Take your little cutie and your guards with you. We will travel to Mac'Aree and help you treat your illnesses. I also want to hear your stories of conquests in different worlds.

Can you tell me how many demons you have killed? Didn't they give you any honorary title? Like ‘Ashbringer’ or something like that? "

"Isn't that the name of the sword in your sister's hand?"

Mograine shook his head. The expression on his face rarely remained serious. Instead, he said with a warrior-like melancholy:

"Although I admit that this title is powerful, I don't think I deserve it. My long war years are not as glorious as you think, Black.

As you said, we lose more than we win.

We failed to save many worlds from the devil, but instead watched many worlds perish in flames.

In the home port of the Legion of Light, that city is filled with exiles from all over the stars. What should I say? It was like a loser's base camp, much like the slums of Shattrath City under the protection of Adal.

Everyone is just holding together in the name of Holy Light's revenge. In fact, everyone knows that their hometown has been destroyed, and everyone knows that there is little hope for the future.

The soldiers of the Holy Light Legion were not so indifferent from the beginning. Everyone just used their firm will to fight against the despair that never disappeared.

After all, there is nothing we can do but fight in the face of the despair the devil brings us.

Unfortunately, due to Illidan's reckless actions, the Zenidar was also pulled here from the other side of the stars along with Argus. Our current star map cannot support us from crossing the star sea and returning to our home port.

Without our protection, without Zella's guidance, we don't know if the exiles and recruits can survive the demonic attack. Perhaps everything we see when the Zenidar returns to its home port will be just another desolate ruin. , just like countless irreparable failures in the past.

Damn it!

Blake!

I said that!

Don't attack my mind with your void magic! "

Faced with the roar of Mograine who suddenly woke up, the pirate shrugged his shoulders, put away the thoughts of truth and emotional induction that were stained on the Archbishop, and grinned and said:

"Don't be angry, I just think that keeping all negative emotions in your heart is not a healthy lifestyle. You also need a listener, and I can guarantee that I am the best listener you can find.

Lo and behold, here comes Jarod.

Come and say hello to the man who once almost became the Elf Emperor. "

The pirate glanced at Jarod Shadowsong who fell from the sky and the several watchers who were dedicated to protecting him.

This was the first time he saw Jarod. He recognized this guy with an outstanding temperament at a glance. When he was hesitating how to say hello, the latter took the initiative to wave and said with a smile on his face:

"Hey, brother-in-law, long time no see."

"???"

The archbishop who was still angry just now was filled with confusion. It was obvious that this strange name of Jarod made him think a lot in an instant.

Blake sighed, glanced at Mograine who was staring at him, and said helplessly:

"Okay, he is calling me, okay? Don't stare at me with that gossipy look, His Excellency Archbishop Mograine, this matter is very complicated and cannot be explained in a sentence or two.

We can save it and share it slowly when we are talking to each other on the road. "