Shadow Trails in Azeroth

Jarod Shadowsong, a legend and soul figure in the late Elf Empire and the history of Kaldorei, an absolute C-position figure who shined in the War of the Ancients, and is also most likely the most powerful person in the history of Azeroth. commander.

This guy's legendary stories include but are not limited to taking up the position of leader of the anti-demon coalition after the assassination of Lord Kutalos Ravencrest. He used his charisma to unite dragons, demigods, nature dependents and high-ranking people. All the warriors, including the tauren, bravely resisted the Burning Legion commanded by Maronos the Destroyer and Archimonde the Defiler.

His commanding skills on the front line accurately delayed the demon army from returning to support the Well of Eternity, buying enough time for Brother Stormrage's desperate move.

In the final stage of the War of the Ancients, Jarod faced Archimonde's torture spell and persisted until the explosion of the Well of Eternity.

It can be said that without the commander in front of him who looks gentle and elegant but is actually mentally tough and has a deep heart, the War of the Ancients and even the story of Azeroth today would have been rewritten by irreversible disasters.

In addition, this guy is also a very dignified and stylish person.

After the War of the Ancients, he had a huge reputation among all races, and with a little thought, he could easily become the King of Elves.

At that time, even high-ranking nobles such as Dath'Remar Sunstrider were very convinced of Jarod's achievements. However, after this guy was almost killed by Illidan during an inspection, he took his wife and retreated decisively and surrendered. The supreme power of the elves was given to Marifao and his wife.

In addition, Jarod not only has first-class fighting skills, but is also quite accomplished in the love field.

After he and his wife retired, General Shandris Feathermoon, who served as the commander of the Silver Sentinels, still missed him. Just like Ms. Maiev, this relationship lasted for ten thousand years before making new progress not long ago.

In every sense of the word, anyone who has heard of Garrod's story has come to admire him. The courage, wisdom and high personal moral standards he displayed in his highlight moments are astonishing.

Unfortunately, the Sisters of Elune, in order to consolidate the rule of the Kaldorei, did not publicize Jarod's deeds at Maiev's suggestion.

Especially after Dath'Remar Sunstrider commanded the high elves to break with the Kaldorei, Jarod's story was almost unknown to the new generation of elves.

It was only after the news of the demon's return was confirmed not long ago that Jarod came back out of the mountain under the personal persuasion and "sleeping clothes" of General Shantis.

It was also at that time that the Kaldorei propaganda machine was firing on all cylinders.

In just a few months, the truth about the War of the Ancients was spread throughout the world, and the name of Jarod Shadowsong's legendary commander was also known to people.

This is to make it easier for a commander like Jarod who has won against demons to control the coalition forces of various races in the subsequent war. However, for a person who can regard the throne of the "King of Elves" as a burden, Jarod Shadowsong never tires of the side effects of this intense publicity.

This is one of the reasons why, as the commander of the anti-demon coalition, he took the lead and came to the dangerous world of Argus.

Rather than traveling around the world and talking to kings, chiefs, and priests, Jarod, who is very pragmatic, hopes to do something more meaningful for the war.

As for uniting the various races, it is obviously more appropriate for the priests of the Sisterhood of Elune to do it, who are more eloquent.

Of course, it is not ruled out that Jarod may have come to Argus for some other purposes. For example, right now, this legendary elf who is famous all over the world is talking to Blake around him in a familiar and almost "coquettish" manner. .

"Brother-in-law, you left without leaving a word, which really makes me feel sad.

Especially when you promised to protect me on the battlefield and the Defiler dropped its evil magic on me to break my will.

At that time I almost despaired. "

Jarod laughed and said to the confused Blake:

"But fortunately, I relied on you to protect my soul and finally survived Archimonde's torture. I also saw with my own eyes the victory you promised us.

Although my sister is very sad about your departure, I know that she has always been proud of you, especially the way you faced the fallen god on the other side of the demonic star sea with the romantic farewell of a man.

From that moment on, I was determined to be like you! "

"Huh? What? You want to be a pirate too?"

Blake snorted and responded with a pirate joke.

He had very complicated feelings about the bearded elf in front of him, who looked very mature and experienced, but had an aura of his own.

On the one hand, he knew that he must have had a good relationship with this guy 10,000 years ago, and from a legal perspective, Jarod was indeed his "younger brother" after he and Maiev had a private life.

But on the other hand, the Black that Jarod sees is not who he really is.

To be precise, that was him in the future. Now he actually didn't know much about the legendary elf commander in front of him with admiration shining in his eyes.

This situation made the pirate once again feel that he was in the embarrassing situation of being shrouded in the shadow of his own greatness. He, who was always eloquent, would now become a bit clumsy.

Jarod seemed to see Blake's embarrassment. He laughed and said to the pirate:

"I knew our first meeting would be very weird. In fact, I was ready to meet you before in Suramar, but my sister drove me away.

She said you are not the person we remember yet.

But I know it's just that my sister wants to spend more time alone with you.

I didn't expose her trick. Judging from the miraculous deeds you performed in Azeroth, you are the Black Shaw I remember.

The omnipotent prophet in black.

You taught me a lot, my dear brother-in-law. Without your encouragement, I would never have been able to persevere in the situation ten thousand years ago. "

Having said this, Jarod smiled sheepishly, and whispered to Blake:

“They don’t know that at least 70% of the credit for the victory in that battle is yours.

It was you who helped us convince the dragon, who summoned the demigods, who found the powerful Huon Highmountain, and who told me the shortcomings and weaknesses of the demons one by one.

I can't take all the victories into my hands with peace of mind, it makes me feel uneasy.

So just as you predicted, I took Sarah Hill into seclusion and asked the Sisters of Elune not to over-promote me, but that won't be the case this time.

If we can win this time, then I will let the whole world know what you have secretly done to win.

Those applause and cheers, those honors and glory should all be yours. "

"Well, I appreciate you thinking about me, but I really don't need that."

The pirate sighed, pointed to a fallen petrified tree next to him, sat there, waved to Jarod, and asked his "brother-in-law" to sit next to him.

He held his pipe in his mouth, looked at the undulating darkness around him, and whispered:

"My purpose in coming to Argus is actually very selfish. You should be able to guess what I am thinking."

"I know, it's for my sister."

Jarod didn't seem to have any psychological burden on this matter. He brushed his long elf hair, looked around again, then lowered his voice and said to Blake in a serious manner:

"Actually, I have known about this for a long time. Regarding your separation and the sadness you hide in your heart, my dear brother-in-law, I felt it when we first met."

"Um?"

Blake glanced at Jarod beside him and said:

"Did I tell you this?"

"No, but I can feel it."

The pirate's brother-in-law shrugged confidently and said with emotion:

"When my sister took you back to the manor for the first time and introduced her mysterious 'boyfriend' to me, I could feel the subtle feeling you had when getting along with your sister.

You are obviously very powerful, unfathomably powerful, but you are always inseparable from your sister, and you always try your best to satisfy all your sister's wishes.

It’s like a walking ‘wishing machine’.

That feeling has gone beyond love at first sight, and is more like compensation and compensation. Later, as we experienced more and more things together, I began to gradually understand your mood.

Especially the pain reflected in your eyes every time you saw your sister's smile.

I'm not smart enough though.

But I can understand how it feels.

Especially during the ten thousand years when my wife and I lived in seclusion after you left, every time Sarah Hill was in great pain due to illness, I could understand your mood more and more.

You must be feeling very sad, but you still have to hold back your sadness and show a reassuring smile.

You will definitely lose her in the future, but apart from the pain, I have not seen you despair, so I know that you still have a way to save her.

I believe you can do this incredible thing.

You are omnipotent in my heart.

Actually, although this is inappropriate for me to say, I don’t think you need to feel guilty or sad about this. For us elves, a short separation is not a bad thing.

Because every reunion will be a surprise. "

Jarod rested his hands on the wood beside him, raised his head and looked at the gloomy evil sky above his head, which was completely different from Azeroth. He said softly:

"I think my sister thinks the same way, she is just too shy to tell you her true thoughts.

You gave her the best thing, allowing her to look forward to tomorrow every night and under every moon during the ten thousand years of solitude.

that's hope

You may think that it is terrible to make your sister wait for ten thousand years.

But this is not the case. From the perspective of the elves, it is actually a wonderful experience to face a long and boring life with expectations.

brother-in-law

I can feel that you are very confused at this time.

Although you appear to be at ease, you are trying to do something that you are not sure about. For someone like you who is used to being in control of everything, this is a very dangerous signal.

This means that you are leaving your home field and trying to enter an area that you are not familiar with.

Do you need me to give you a suggestion? "

"explain."

Blake snorted.

He blew out smoke from his nostrils and stared at the guy next to him with some annoyance.

This guy talks a bit too much, and the pirates suspect that Jarod may also have some weird abilities, such as being able to accurately feel the mood of the people around him.

But the strange thing is that after Jarod said so much, the pirate didn't feel offended or disgusted.

It may be those friendships from the past or the future that allow Black to tolerate Jarod Shadowsong's speculation on his thoughts again and again.

For a guy who is good at playing tricks, Jarod has not yet been beaten up by the stinky pirates or turned into a fool, which fully illustrates the kindness of the pirates to him.

"Don't be tied down, brother-in-law."

Jarod grinned and said:

"In your words, that's not cool at all. Girls won't like men who are timid. If they are destined to be separated, they can't forget the chic farewell kiss.

You will get her back anyway.

You once predicted to me that you would have an unlimited future with your sister. I believe you can do it, although I can't even guess how you should do it. "

"Well, this is great, a pot of elven chicken soup from ten thousand years ago."

Blake read with an expressionless expression, took off his pipe, moved his fists and said to Jarod next to him:

"I fully expected you to bring me the wisdom of a conqueror, but I didn't expect you to waste a few precious seconds of my time. Maybe I should have a 'real conversation' with you."

"Uh, ahem, the commanders are waiting for me. Look at me, I get carried away when I meet the idol I admire. Oops, I've wasted too much precious time."

Jarod jumped up with a whoosh and made a very serious gesture, coughed twice and said to Black:

"Well, brother-in-law, I won't disturb you anymore.

I went there first to meet with the commanders. If we are going to complete the final sniper attack on the Burning Legion in Azeroth in the future, then the war in Argus is the best war rehearsal.

I must seize this precious opportunity to bring the coalition forces of all races into the most perfect joint state possible. This will definitely be very busy.

Well, brother-in-law, see you next time. "

After saying that, the elf commander showed his bright smile again, waved to Black, and quickly headed to Croku's camp under the protection of several watchers.

Blake watched him leave, but did not beat his naughty brother-in-law. He sat on the tree where he was, maintaining the posture of rising smoke.

It wasn't until Archbishop Mograine came to urge him to set off for Mac'Aree that Black stood up from the fallen tree where he was.

He took a deep breath, moved his body, and returned to his previous heartless and evil look under Mograine's gaze.

"Why are you looking at me like that?"

The pirate held his pipe in his mouth and said provocatively:

"Your eyes look like a fool trying to peer into the mind of the ancient god. Do you need me to open my heart of darkness and show you enough? Archbishop.

Are you ready for your soul to fall into the abyss forever? "

"Don't be so aggressive, Blake."

Mograine shook his head, and after a few seconds, he said:

"If this makes you uncomfortable, you can actually cry. I have seen too much destruction and tragedy, and I will not laugh at you for it."

"Okay, this is what you said."

The pirate raised his head with a grin, his eyes dancing with a swirling purple halo.

A few minutes later, Captain Faria looked dumbfounded as the crying Archbishop Mograine walked back behind the expressionless Black.

With a nervous look on her face, she rushed over to support the Archbishop of War, who was wiping away tears. She yelled at Black:

"Evil fellow, what have you done to our commander?"

"Well, as a man, it's not a sin to cry."

The pirate tilted his lips and waved to the group of little stars in front of him who were ready to go. He turned to Faria and rolled his eyes and said:

“Archbishop Mograine just cried bitterly because he could not bear the sadness in his heart because he had seen too much destruction and tragedy.

Do not worry.

No one would laugh at him for it. "