Shadow Trails in Azeroth

Blake had a very rough night's sleep.

I had a lot of weird "dreams" in the first half of the night, and in the second half of the night, in order to relieve the pressure those damn dreams brought to me, Seifer and I kept tossing until dawn.

Well, don't get me wrong, the captain and first mate were just playing cards until dawn.

After all, with Blake's "tortured" body, he was willing but powerless.

Early the next morning, Black, with half of his face covered with notes, yawned and walked out of the captain's room. As a result, he saw the warlock trio and Red, who had been gambling all night, retreating.

The three warlocks each held a large bag of chips in their hands with happy faces, while Red had a pained expression on his face. It looked like he had lost all his money.

But how smart is the warchief in such sneaky things?

Although he lost money.

But looking at the way he was hooking up with the three warlocks, it was obvious that he was taking advantage of the opportunity of losing money to get closer to these three guys whose strength was growing.

Well, this should be considered a disguised bribery, right?

Ha, you don’t have a share in such a good thing?

Black took off the note from his face and glared at the four gambling dogs. The latter were very obedient and sensible, and they all took out part of their chips to pay tribute to the captain.

This made the pirate look better.

"Go, invite old Viren to the command cabin, and tell him that I have something to tell him."

The pirate kicked the triumphant Evil Eye, who immediately nodded and ran towards the Draenei barracks on the ship, without even having time to wipe the shoe prints on his butt.

The other three people were sent by him to check the armaments on the lower deck to take stock of the armaments on the ship.

At the same time, take a look to see if any pirates are slacking off.

In Black's original words, the guy who dares to fish in such a fatal situation is no longer an ordinary derelict in his duty, and he must take a heavy blow.

If caught, he will be hung up and beaten on the spot!

Until no one else dares to fish anymore.

After doing all this, Blake staggered into the command cabin humming a pirate song and holding his hands behind his back.

It's already busy here. Anne Bonn is sitting on the command chair wearing a captain's uniform. Beside her, a group of dwarfs are running around reporting various parameters, and a dedicated navigation team is calculating the voyage.

Looking down from the observation deck on the bridge, Blake discovered that they had arrived at the border of Krokuun after a night's sailing. Beyond that was the sea of ​​fel magma covering the broken world.

Next, they have to cross this scorched sea as quickly as possible and reach the border of the Antolan Wasteland before the demon fleet is dispatched.

Considering that the ship may be sunk by a sudden appearance of the demon starship at any time when it crosses the sea of ​​magma, theoretically speaking, the pirates have put their heads in their belts during this voyage.

As for Crookun

There is no need to worry over there.

The Life Titan's tree of life remains there, her majestic aura covering the entire Broken Earth. The appearance of the demon starship will be sensed by her in advance, and the Iron Legion's defense is not afraid of the bombing from the sky.

With the high-tech anti-aircraft cannon made by Ulduar, if the Demon Starship dares to lower its altitude to the atmosphere, it will definitely be blinded by the light cannon.

The Deceiver seemed to know this, so it did not send its own fleet to continue to raid Krokuun. Instead, it sent a large army to harass Mac'Aree.

The cunning Kil'jaeden hoped that the anti-demon coalition would focus their efforts there, but Black and his party had already seen through the trick of the trickster, and they were also the same old suspects in Mac'Aree.

The final battle between the two sides will inevitably take place in the Antolan Wasteland, the demon's dominant territory.

Considering the quality and quantity of demons there, this operation was like a suicide attack.

In addition to the hope of decapitation operations, if the army really forces a frontal attack, even if the Iron Legion serves as the main coalition force, all the scum will definitely die.

It's like the bad joke Blake told before. In order to defeat the Legion in the Antolan Wasteland, each soldier of the Anti-Demon Alliance must kill at least two thousand demons!

least!

But the good news is that the pirate has a "king bomb" that can be effective at any time, and he is now eager to play this card.

"Blake, are you looking for me?"

The old prophet quickly came to the command cabin holding his Holy Staff of the Redeemer. Normally, the prophet would perform daily routine prayers at this time, but the war was urgent after all, and Viren didn't pay so much attention to it.

After all, this war on the world of Argus means something completely different to other people than it does to the draenei.

"Yes, I have something very important to tell you, Your Excellency the Prophet."

Black invited Velen to come up from the observation deck on the second-floor bridge of the command module, and then gave a wink to others to leave space for the two of them to talk confidentially.

Before the conversation began, the pirate took out the Toure Naru beacon staff from his luggage, handed it to the old prophet with a surprised look on his face, and said:

"This was accidentally discovered by the Holy Light Legion when they were cleaning up the Temple of Light of the Void. It is said to be the sacred object you left there when you escaped from Argus.

Zera told me to return it to you before the great sacrifice. I originally planned to take the opportunity to blackmail him, but considering that Zera died so miserably, I let it go.

This time it’s easier for you. "

"Thank you, Black. The Staff of Turei means a lot to the draenei."

The prophet reached out and took the staff from the pirate with nostalgia and emotion.

He stroked the holy staff, which glowed with warm holy light, with a sigh on his face. His fingers touched the shining Naaru emblem on the top of the staff, and he whispered:

"This holy staff was once the symbol of the Holy Light in the world of Argus. It represents all the beautiful characters that are opposed to darkness. I still remember that in that world called Shagall, my best disciple As Kara holds it in an epic battle against demons.

In order to cover the retreat of the people, she and her seventy-seven brothers fought against a hundred times their demons on the broken star. That day I saw a scorching sun erupting in the apocalyptic world.

That was the last blessing my disciple left to the people.

When this staff, which I personally gave to her, returns to Draenei society, it will surely bring Askara's courage and blessings back to our hearts.

Thank you, and thank you, Mother of Light, for your gift. "

"Well, yes, you should indeed thank her, and we should all thank Zella for her sacrifice."

Blake yawned and echoed without sincerity. Then he watched Viren put the staff into his bag, and then started talking about the business.

He said:

“Now that the good news has been told, it’s time to tell the bad news.

I won't hide it from you, Prophet, I need you to lead a group of warriors to Mac'Aree to take charge while we advance into the Antoran Wasteland. The demons have been increasing their troops there in the past few days, and they seem to be gathering there to destroy our logistics base.

That's important there!

Even more important than the front lines in the Antoran Wasteland."

"Blake, I'm a prophet, I mean, you can speak your mind in front of me without beating around the bush."

Viren sighed.

The leader of the Draenei looked at the endless sea of ​​fel magma in the distance, and he whispered:

"You don't care about the outcome of the war in McCareh. Anyone with a bit of strategic vision knows that that place is just a cover-up used by both us and the devil to paralyze each other.

The real decisive battle will inevitably take place at Antorus Burning Throne. And the reason you want me to go to Mac'Aree to take over is to lure Kil'jaeden out of his throne? "

"um, yes."

The pirate nodded calmly, winked and complimented:

"No matter who you send there, there will be problems, but it is best for you to go there.

I am certain that even if we enter the Burning Throne and come into contact with the Titan Soul, as long as you show up in Mac'Aree, the Deceiver will abandon the war and go to 'meet' you regardless.

Allowing that guy to mobilize his troops in the Demon Fortress is a terrible threat to anyone. We must exclude him from the Demon's command level before the war begins.

But you can't just show up in Mac'Aree, I mean, appearing suddenly at a critical moment can always catch the fraudster off guard. "

"That being said, I can indeed understand the significance of your arrangement for victory."

Viren glanced at Black with a strange look, and the 30,000-year-old prophet sighed and said:

"But you can't even hide the malicious smile on your face, Black. You're such a bad guy, you're just looking forward to seeing the complicated relationship between me and Kil'jaeden explode at the last moment.

It's like I want to tear apart the most painful relationship in my heart and expose it to everyone's eyes, so as to enjoy the evil pleasure of peeking into taboos. "

"Yes, yes, what you said is so accurate."

Blake clapped his hands and stopped pretending. He curled his lips full of malice and said:

"That's what I think, and I know that you always know how to choose, and you know what to do is right. For our victory in Argus, I know that you will complete this task of luring the enemy perfectly.

I have no doubt about it.

My only question is, when you and Kil'jaeden really meet again in Mac'Aree, can you defeat the big demon who has a complicated relationship with you and is passionate about you?

Or let me put it another way, can you just do it? "

"Kil'jaeden is a great demon who was instilled and shaped by Sargeras himself. Its evil power is far beyond imagination."

Viren did not hide his shortcomings. He said:

"When facing it that is countless times more powerful than before, I have no guarantee of victory at all, but I will hold it back. Even if it costs me my life, I will definitely trap Kil'jaeden. In the ruins of Mac'Aree.

Until you rescue all the Titan Souls and until your war in the Antoran Wastes is won. "

Black paid no mind to Velen's determination.

But he invited the old prophet here not just to hear Viren express his determination, but he also wanted to hear more things, so he looked at Viren expectantly.

The old prophet didn't want to talk to him.

He knew how gossipy and evil this pirate was in his heart, but considering that once the cruel war started after separation here, there might be no chance of meeting him again.

So Viren hesitated for a moment, and finally said:

"If I can't come back, if I am unfortunately buried on the land of my hometown, Blake, I hope you can do one thing for me. This is something that only you can do and I dare not entrust it to anyone else."

"You say I have always been very generous with my final wish to die bravely."

The pirate blinked and made a gesture of listening.

The prophet did not hide it. He glanced around and whispered:

"It's about my son

It was the 'Lakish' who was sent by the Burning Legion to assassinate me during the war at Karabor Temple. He was adopted by Kil'jaeden after I escaped from Argus.

Out of hatred for me, the fraudster instilled terrible thoughts in my son. It turned my son into a real demon who always knew me so well.

It knew what to do to cause me the most pain, to subject me to horrific torture.

After the war on Draenor was over, I was supposed to put Rakish on trial for the terrible things he had done to my people over the past twenty-five thousand years.

but I

I."

"No need to explain, Prophet, I can understand this complicated emotion."

Seeing the embarrassment on Viren's face, Blake waved his hand "empathetically" and said in a hypocritical way:

“In addition to being a prophet and a leader, you are also a father.

You have been suffering from the suffering of your wife and children and turned this pain into protection and dedication to the people. To be honest, this makes even a bad pirate like me feel moved.

Do not worry.

If you are unfortunate enough to be in trouble, my fleet and I will be happy to shelter Brother Rakish.

If he is willing, I can also arrange for him to have a 'plastic surgery' or something, so that he can start a new life in Azeroth with a new identity.

There is no need to worry about the evil thoughts he has been indoctrinated into. "

Blake snapped his fingers and said:

"As we all know, Void Power is completely professional in the field of curing such difficult mental illnesses. In fact, I hope you can survive so that I can personally return a good child who has been cured to you.

Apart from this little incident of Rakish, is there anything else you would like to say before going on this important and almost fatal mission? "

"have!"

Viren glanced at Black, who was holding a pipe in his mouth, and said:

"Just last night, the fluctuations of fate seemed to be particularly active. I made a prophecy for you through the gift of fate, Black."

"Oh? Is it free?"

The pirate raised his eyebrows, curled his lips and said:

"If it's for a fee, I won't listen to it. I'm short of money recently."

"I mean it."

The prophet carefully touched the Soul Song crystal in his hand, and said to Blake:

"I saw in the prophecy that you are planning a dangerous action, and you are preparing to perform on the land of Argus what you have done countless times in Azeroth.

You try to change your destiny again in this strange world.

The most important thing is that this time, you are not sure of winning! "

The pirate pursed his lips, blew out a smoke ring, looked at the prophet, and said:

"So, what advice would the prophet give me?"

"I have no advice for you, Blake."

Viren shook his head and said:

"Because I couldn't see the ending of the prophecy, and there was power interfering with my ability to see that ending in advance, but I could sense that you would be in pain.

This is a choice.

You choose one and lose the other.

But it's not just a choice given to you, there are many destinies entangled with you, and they will all react to it. It's too complicated.

Even with my experience in prophecy, I am completely unable to figure out the context.

But the only thing I can be sure of is that no matter what choice you make, your story will not end in my hometown. "

"You mean, no matter what I do, I won't die here?"

Blake raised his eyebrows and said:

"Your Majesty the Prophet, do you know what what you are saying now means?"

"I know, and I'm sure of it."

Viren said confidently:

"No matter what you plan to do, whether you do it or not, you will never die here, because I see the background of you moving forward over the mire of pain and across the mountain of despair.

Of all the prophecies I have had in my lifetime, there has never been one as clear as what I saw last night.

You'll move on, Blake.

The war with demons will not be your end.

This may mean that you have already planned for all possible outcomes, which is also in line with your image of having no plans in my mind. "

"Oh my god, your level of complimenting others is getting better and better, and it makes me feel embarrassed."

Blake laughed and waved his hand.

He watched Velen leave. When he turned his head, the pirate's expression fell into thought. He felt that he needed to see Zul.

If he and Viren both made prophecies last night, then maybe he could piece together more truths from Zul.