Shadow Trails in Azeroth

"prophecy?"

In a cabin in the lower cabin of the spacecraft specially reserved for the Golden Princess and her divine warriors, the dark prophet Zul, who was tinkering with some suspicious-looking voodoo herbs, raised his head in surprise.

The old troll casually poured the crushed purple herbal juice into the medicine mortar in his hand. While picking up the grinding rod, he looked at Blake, who was sitting opposite him, playing with those deadly herbs in boredom.

Zul grinned mysteriously, and said in the strange tone of the troll:

"How do you know that I had a dream about prophecy last night? There seems to be something very magical on your ship. My pirate friend, my princess and I felt it as soon as we got on the ship.

Under its shroud, entering the prophecy is much easier than at other times.

I guess you came here to ask me if I made a prophecy about you? "

"Well, that's right. Do you want to tell me your prophecy? My dear Zul, I don't want to hide it. Old Velen and I both completed our respective prophecies last night.

Maybe we could exchange information? "

Blake casually took a black herb in his hand and squeezed a little juice into his hand.

The moment it came into contact with his fingers, white smoke came out, corroding the skin of his hands, but the wound began to heal in the next moment.

He played this dangerous game and looked at Zul in the dark. The old troll had no intention of hiding it. While making his own voodoo potion, he said in a long voice:

“Exchange is not necessary, and prophets should try to avoid talking about the future between prophets, because everyone views the future from a different perspective.

Not to mention that prophets have different understandings of the future.

It is very dangerous to let other people's thinking interfere with your own interpretation. Old Zul made such a mistake when he was young, which almost caused Zandalari to lose a border army.

I'd love to tell you all about the bits I saw last night.

But Blake, what I want to tell you is that the world of Argus is different from Azeroth. The future of our world is already chaotic, but the future of this world is doomed.

It is doomed.

Under this premise, any prediction we make in this world will be disturbed. You have to understand that what you see may not be true.

Maybe it’s what the crazy will of the world or other forces want you to see.”

At this point, Zul glanced at Black, who tried to avoid looking directly into the pirate's eyes, and said:

"There are so many strange forces entangled in you now. They all come from powerful beings and have their own reasons to interfere with the future you see, so as to lead you in a direction that is beneficial to them.

So, Blake, you have to be careful. "

"Didn't I come here to seek advice from the Dark Prophet?"

Blake blew out smoke rings and said:

"Isn't this just my cautious statement?"

"Hoho hoho, but sometimes, the more you know, the more it will interfere with your decision."

Zul touched his fangs, coughed a few times, and said in a strange tone:

"I feel like at this dangerous moment, old man Viren and I are being used as guns. This feeling is really bad. Okay, okay, let me tell you everything I saw.

I see your future, Black, not you to be precise, but the people around you. Lady Maiev Shadowsong, Warden of the Watch"

The pirate's eyes narrowed.

He didn't say anything, but motioned for Zul to continue.

The dark prophet recalled last night's prophecy, he frowned and said:

"I saw the terrifying darkness shrouding Ms. Maiev. There was light in the darkness, and the stars above her were also floating, indicating that three forces were 'fighting' for her.

These three forces correspond exactly to the three forces in you, which means that their target is not Maiev, but you.

You're too careless, Blake.

You expose your weakness to them, which opens their eyes to the possibility of controlling you.

I saw a burning battlefield, weary we were forced to fight a burning giant, and I saw a great sacrifice.

But I also heard your wails of pain.

You lost something important, which means that one of the three forces succeeded, but strangely, I don't see in you the symbol of being held in chains.

This proves that although Ms. Maiev has fallen into a sinister trap, you are not affected by it.

I believe that you are deeply in love with Ms. Maiev, so you are not able to ignore the death of your beloved because you are heartless. This only proves that you seem to have been prepared for all this? "

"Old man Viren said the same thing."

Blake curled his lips and said to Zuul:

“And Viren saw more, he had faith that I would move on after all of this, and he told me that whatever deep choices I made would have no impact on my subsequent experience.

This seems to prove that Velen is better than you in the prophet's profession. "

"Hey, Old Zul doesn't care what Old Velen saw?"

The Dark Prophet curled his lips and said angrily:

"That old guy has lived for 30,000 years, and he has eaten more salt than I have ever eaten. If he can't see more than me, then it means Viren is a fool.

I'm more curious about what you saw in the prophecy than Velen. Black, as Azeroth's most outstanding prophet, can you share with me what you saw? "

"OK."

The pirate snapped his fingers and said:

"I have seen more than you. Not only have I seen my pain, but I have also held the thread of the future. I have seen our victory in Antorus, and I have seen more."

The pirate changed a mysterious tone and whispered to Zul, who pricked up his ears:

"At the end of this war, you will see a scene that will be unforgettable in your lifetime.

A titan will be sacrificed to a cruel death, a titan will fall into the endless sunless sea, and the broken world beneath your feet will be shattered by the roar of the demon of truth.

All of Argus will cease to exist!

And we will triumph in such destruction. Of course, this is not even a truce in our war with the demons. They will soon come back.

The next battle will take place on the land of Azeroth. "

Zul was obviously swayed by Blake's "prophecy".

Looking at the big scene predicted by others, it could be the fall of the Titans and the collapse of the world. Then looking at his own petty attitude, a feeling of shame surged into Old Zuer's heart.

He looked at Blake suspiciously.

The guy in front of him was as capable of telling lies with his eyes open as his outstanding prophecy skills. Even Old Zul couldn't tell whether the pirate was telling nonsense or really telling the future he saw.

But if what Black said is true, it means that the outcome of the Battle of Argus will really be far beyond his imagination. As a prophet and a troll recorder, it is really terrible to see such a scene in his life. And no regrets.

At this moment, Zul, who had always been calm, felt a sense of anticipation for a duel.

Or the hope of victory.

Just as Black had done with the others, with a few words he instilled hope in the Dark Seer and made him temporarily forget his fear of demons.

The pirate didn't stay for long. He and Zul exchanged a few words before getting up and leaving.

Combining the prophecies of these two prophets and combining them with the scenes he saw last night, Black could basically figure out the truth about the "farewell" that Maiev had been waiting for.

If nothing else happens, my little cutie will fall into the death camp. This means that whether Blake wants it or not, he will have to go to the Shadow Realm after this battle is over.

This is actually good.

Anyway, things on Emperor Denasius' side really need to come to an end.

Blake, who was walking in the darkness, took a puff of his pipe. A ball of sparks flickered in the darkness, illuminating Blake's gloomy face. He bared his teeth in a silent, evil smile.

If the Emperor thinks that he can control himself to become his loyal dog with such despicable means, then Black really doesn't mind performing Azeroth's "traditional arts" for the Eternals.

Well, speaking of it, I should start thinking about how to give my dear emperor a "great happy" ending from now on.

"Um?"

Blake was about to leave the lower deck when he suddenly heard a faint noise in a utility room next to him. This made the pirate roll his eyes, tiptoe over and scan the utility room with a ray of thought. Take a look.

I found a young man hiding here, lying on the table writing a letter.

The pirate maliciously manipulated his thoughts of truth to get closer to see the content of the letter, but when his power approached the guy, the sword on the young man's hand suddenly buzzed, making the human emperor Varian Wu Ryan stood up suddenly.

"Who's there?"

He scolded.

The next second, Blake pushed open the door and walked in with a stinking face.

He glanced viciously at the Emperor's Sword of Stromka in Varian's hand. This thing was very sensitive to the power of the void due to its past experiences.

Perhaps it was also strengthened by Queen Azshara in a special way, causing it to even faintly sense the thoughts of truth emitted by Black.

Hey, this is no longer interesting!

"I said, Your Majesty the Emperor, your soldiers are training on the deck. As the commander-in-chief, it's fine that you don't show up. Why are you hiding here alone?"

Blake leaned against the cabin with his arms folded, and he curled his lips and said:

"A young man in his prime, staying alone in a dark room hiding from others, with a few photos of beautiful girls at hand, I don't mean to say that this kind of behavior is really suspicious.

A little boy who is immersed in self-reward will never grow up. "

"I'm just writing a letter and I don't want to be disturbed. Just like this."

After not seeing each other for the past few days, Varian always spoke with an aura that was familiar to pirates. It was a kind of self-restraint that belonged to a superior person.

As for where Varian learned it from, does it need to be said?

Who else in Azeroth could embody this kingly aura so vividly except that Lord?

"Ha, then I have to ask one more question. Regarding the fact that Queen Ellienne has no complaints about her husband spending time in the secret room every night to meet with a queen who is enough to make any man's heart sway for a long time, does she really have no complaints? ?”

Blake asked maliciously.

Varian shook his head, reached out and put the photo of his wife on the table into his armor.

He glanced at Blake, sighed and said:

"When I was being taught by Queen Azshara, my wife and my son were beside me. This was requested by the Queen. She said that she was already troubled by those obscene rumors and did not want any new scandals to spread because of these things. .

Just before I set off, my Elian was awarded the title of 'Honorary Maid' by the Queen.

I don't know if this is good or bad. "

"Well, then you have to worry, Your Majesty."

Black said solemnly and confidently:

"The war maids around His Majesty Azshara are not simple characters. Their good qualities are jealousy of others and desire for the Queen's favor.

The Queen enjoys their loyalty and encourages them to fight among themselves in order to win her attention. In other words, the innocent and lovely Queen Ellienne is now forced to join this evil struggle.

Even if she doesn't want to, the other war maids will not let her go.

I suggest that you quickly let Shaw take the fastest spaceship to return to Azeroth and personally protect your queen and your prince, lest those vicious Nagas steal their home.

Speaking of which, are you hiding here to write a suicide note to your family?

It is unlucky to be prepared to die on the battlefield before the war even begins. "

Faced with Black's inquiring, Varian wanted to retort.

But thinking that there was no need to pretend this in front of an ancient god, he nodded simply, looked at the unfinished suicide note, and said:

"I just hope that I can write down everything I want to say while I still have time to think. I heard about the horrors of the battle from the advance troops, and I don't think I will have time to do this under those circumstances.

Maybe I can make it back alive, maybe I can't.

But when I came here, when my wife and I said goodbye to our son, I put life and death aside.

Queen Azshara commented that my behavior was very stupid. She believed that with the current situation of human civilization, once something happened to me here, the enlightenment I had worked so hard to establish would be split again in an instant.

Her criticism makes sense.

But I'm still here. "

Varian let out a long breath, patted his breastplate, and picked up his sword again. He stroked the blade with his gauntlet and said to Black:

"I just want my people to know that they can worship Thoradin the Great and continue to trust their Emperor to do everything for them.

I just want to establish this tradition.

Until the Emperor falls, no enemy can harm his people. "

"I'd love to say you're an idiot, because the emperor's duty has never been to fight on the battlefield, but considering you're not as old as me, there's nothing wrong with being a little more idealistic."

Blake said something venomous.

He thought for a while, then took something out of his bag and threw it to Varian. The latter took it in his hand and found that it was a strange irregular crystal with a trace of evil energy remaining in it.

"This fragment of the evil heart can resurrect you once on the land of Argus. I originally wanted to leave it to my dear, but she probably wouldn't accept it, so I gave you an advantage."

Blake turned around, raised his hand and said without looking back:

"You finally look good, child king. Well, child emperor, there were no cliches of the Holy Light in your conversation with me. This shows that Queen Azshara has taught you well.

Go back alive.

Tell your family what you want to say in person, not in a cold letter. Educate your son well and don't let little Anduin embark on a path of playing cards that is hated by everyone. "

With a bang, the hatch closed.

Varian looked at the crystal in his hand, placed it in his armor, and silently said thank you.

Outside the door, Blake looked around, reached out and patted the shoulder of Gene, the old wolf who was hiding in the shadows and guarding the place. He whistled and said maliciously:

"What a loyal dog! You just have to protect your master like this. It's great that Queen Mia sent you here. There are a lot of demon bones for you to chew on."

"You really deserve a beating!"

A cold-faced Jean emerged from the shadows and reached out to grab the Gilnean wolf-headed command sword forged from the fragments of the Scythe of the Moon at his waist. It seemed that he planned to give Black a sword.

But the pirate was not afraid at all. Instead, he raised his fists and made a punching gesture, eager to compete with the gray wolf Jean.

But Gene still has sense.

In the end, he did not draw the knife, but just looked at Blake. After a few seconds, he said:

"Although this emperor is immature and idealistic, he is actually pretty good, right?"

"Huh? Emperor? I didn't see any emperor. I only saw a hungry lion about to undergo a coming-of-age ceremony, hungry for blood.

I saw a candidate for emperor who needed to win to prove he was worthy of the throne.

He has big ambitions and he can do big things.

But he might need a little luck. "

The pirate picked up his pipe and said:

"But it doesn't matter. When he returns to Azeroth from Argus, you will have a real emperor. Don't say stupid things like that is also my emperor.

I am a pirate, dear Jean, and the majesty and glory of the Emperor never shine upon us.

Anyway, congratulations in advance. "

After saying that, Blake turned and left, but after taking a few steps, he rubbed his forehead and said to Gene:

"Let your emperor have time to go to the Hall of Valor. My idiot sister is looking for a 'son-in-law' for her 'daughter'. I think he is quite suitable."

Ah, some brothers questioned that this and this were not updated last month. Wasn’t this and this added on the 11th last month? Hey, hey, you can question my level, but you can’t question my character~