Shadow Trails in Azeroth

Chapter 1743 111. The last night of Argus [Additional update 1620]

"You should smile, so that I can feel some comfort when my heart is broken."

On the lakeside lawn at night, Blake, who kept pouring himself wine, said to the spirit of revenge lying in his arms:

"Maybe you can say a word to surprise me. Maybe when I open my eyes tomorrow morning, you will urge me to do this and that as usual.

It's a pity that you can't smile, you can't speak, and you can't surprise me.

You are just a shadow that makes me sad and reminds me of the last memories of the woman who disappeared in the light. "

Faced with these words, the vengeful spirit who looked exactly like Maiev in the pirate's arms, and whose whole body was covered with shadows like an African elf, was of course unable to respond in any way.

She is essentially just a "toy" made for Blake by the little fishman with the help of the "limited wishing technique" of the Wheel of Fortune, and is just the last remnant of Maiev left in the material world.

She's not even a complete Spirit of Vengeance, because there are too few remaining traces of Maiev.

Even though Black tried his best to strengthen her with the power of the God of the Void, he could only elevate her to a legendary level of power.

For ordinary watchmen, such a spirit of vengeance is already powerful, but for pirates with two godheads, this is just a toy used to express their grief.

In the dim starlight, Blake looked at the spirit of revenge in his arms.

A few seconds later, he leaned down slightly, kissed the cold lips, and then lay on the lawn with open arms as if holding a life-size pillow of Maiev.

Under his outstanding skill of controlling the spirit of vengeance, the shadow Maiev stretched out her body and curled up in his arms like a living person.

"Why do I feel like I'm a little perverted by doing this?"

Blake opened his eyes and looked at the stupid little fishman standing next to his head, looking curiously at the Spirit of Vengeance. He said to his pet:

"Do you think it would be more perverted if I ordered her to join me now?"

"Quack!"

The little fish man expressed his opinion, then covered his big eyes and took a few steps back with a look of disgust.

"Okay, okay, I know, I shouldn't do that."

Blake sighed, waved his hand and commanded Maiev's Spirit of Vengeance to stand up, and with an outstanding flash of light and a whirlwind attack of swords, he forced the two watcher commanders hiding beside the pirates out of their hiding places. .

The Orthodox Watcher Ms. Nasa and the Void Watcher Sera Moonguard did not fight back. They both jumped back to a safe area in a swift and deadly manner, and looked at the person in front of them who was exactly the same as Ms. Maiev with complicated eyes. The Spirit of Vengeance.

Blake ignored them.

He knew that the two Watcher lieutenants had hopeless admiration and complicated feelings for Maiev deep in their hearts. Although it was unnecessary to talk about age with the night elves, to be honest, there was absolutely no relationship between them and Maiev. It's just an ordinary superior-subordinate relationship.

More like sisters, or even further, mother and daughter.

The first batch of Watchers that Maiev personally trained had long since perished in thousands of years of guarding and hunting, and now the only remaining ones have become the absolute backbone of the Watchers.

For these women, Maiev is their "god".

"We are escorting the lady back to Watch Island."

After several minutes of silence, Nasa said to Blake:

"I know this is cruel, Lord Black.

I know that the spirit of vengeance in front of you is your last tribute to Lady Maiev, but please understand that Lady Maiev means more to the Watch than just a leader.

We need her to return to our home base to inspire generations of new Watchmen recruits to follow the path of the Black Moon more firmly. "

"Well is that how you talk to me?"

The pirate was lying on the grass with his eyes closed, just like a drunken tramp. Except that there was no dirty vomit on him, his dissolute posture was really indescribable.

But Black was still very unhappy with the Watcher's tone. He raised his left hand and snapped his fingers.

The next moment, as Nasa and the Moon Guard retreated slightly in fear, the inherited power of the Black Moon Stalkers belonging to them was completely blocked at this moment, as if Elune's light could never shine on them.

This has never happened before.

This also proves a terrible fact.

"You should have heard the truth from other talkative guys that I have become a god, and as Ms. Elune's only chosen one to set foot in the Kingdom of Moonlight God, I have become a god of the Moon God.

I command the dark moon in the Pale Lady's stead, my presence a testament to Elune's dark rage. And you who were born in response to the power of the Black Moon are my most direct dependents in the material world. "

Blake glanced at them, took a sip of wine, and said in a long voice:

"You should respect me more, Nasa, and Sera. From now on, you should say 'please' when you talk to me. In addition, in addition to the sculpture of Lady Elune in the Watcher's Crypt, there will be additional sculptures belonging to Lady Elune." My sculpture.

You should also put me and the Moon God together in your Black Moon Sacred Scripture.

Of course, Ms. Elune's name should be placed first, after all, it is not overstepping. Now, come here, you two, and I will bestow upon you Lord Moonshadow's blessing.

After Maiev left, the Night Elves needed a new Moon Night Warlord, the Watchers needed a new Warden, the new Warden also needed adjutants, and the Orthodox Wardens also needed a new void faction.

You may not understand the significance of this arrangement now.

But trust me.

You will thank me later. "

At the pirate's request, Nasa and Sera, who were trembling all over, walked to the lawn in front of him and half-knelt in front of the pirate with a humble attitude. Blake sat up from the grass at night.

He yawned and raised his hand to pat Nasa's helmet.

A large amount of forbidden knowledge poured into the mind of the watchman's adjutant like a flood, and as Black's fingers moved, the light of a dark moon also enveloped Nasa's body.

Her set of war-scarred Watcher armor quickly "melted" in the black moon and was reshaped into a moon-night battle dress, which was exactly what Blake and Maiev would wear when they transformed into the moon-night war god form. That set of divine armor that was both ceremonial and gorgeous.

Nasa was struck by lightning.

Black did not directly give her any power, but the infusion of knowledge in the moonlight made Nasa feel that the world in her eyes was completely different.

Especially in front of her eyes that had completely turned into dark pupils, Blake, sitting cross-legged on the grass, had become a moon god with a black moon crown.

As the over-expanded divine power in Blake's body was dispersed and transferred to the two watcher leaders, his figure became more majestic in the eyes of the two people, making them unable to look directly at him.

"You are the second Moon Night War God of Kaldorei, Nasa."

Blake looked at Nasa who had her head lowered in front of him and said:

"I will give you the surname of 'Moon Shadow', which will be the source of inheritance for every Moon Night War God. Under my watch, you will truly take over the title of Maiev's Warden.

Your new mission is to spread the knowledge of Elune's dark side while maintaining the legacy of the Watch.

I don't want to see this precious power passed down only in Kaldorei society because of stupid racism. It's such a waste.

No matter what race, no matter what bloodline, no matter male or female

As long as one can realize the existence of the Moon God, as long as one can find one's true self in the black moon, and as long as one has the loyal creed of a watcher, every life can walk on the road of watch.

From now on, in addition to Watch Island, the Watchers will have new Black Moon Academy in the Dark Coast and the Sea of ​​Mist to spread the knowledge of the Moon God and the wisdom of Lord Moon Shadow.

Sierra.

As the warden's adjutant, you have come to take office as the dean of Black Moon Academy. You have to put down the pyramid in your hand and try to pick up the pointer.

If you don't know how to lead, then go to Nar'thalas Academy for some training. "

As he spoke, the pirate stretched out his hand and knocked on Serra Moon Guard's forehead, like a mark, imparting the forbidden knowledge belonging to the Moon Night War God to Serra Moon Guard, whom he actually trusted more.

"Your Majesty, we will faithfully carry out your will, but we doubt whether the Sisters of Elune are willing to support the reform of the Warden."

The new Moon Night War God Nasa Moon Shadow said helplessly:

"They stubbornly believe that only the bright moonlight can represent the grace of the moon god. This is the main contradiction between us and them."

"Yeah?"

The pirate sneered and said:

"You two, you haven't inherited any of Maiev's style. In the past, no one supported you, so you were suppressed by the heretics of the Sisters of Elune, but now, go ahead and do things boldly!

If they have any opinions, let Tyrande come and talk to me.

But that noble high priest also has to kneel down before me, doesn’t he? "

This sentence made the two watchmen look at each other.

With their hearts surging, they no longer had any questions. They stood up and said goodbye to Black, then turned and left to summon the Warden Wardens who were still able to move to convey Lord Moonshadow's oracle to them.

ha.

I have long been dissatisfied with those pretentious Moon Priests, but now I have a legitimate reason to resist them. If they dare to do evil in secret, then I will beat them in the name of Lord Moon Shadow!

As for Lady Maiev's Vengeful Spirit.

It’s not that Nasa and Sera don’t want to take her back to the Watcher’s Cave, but they really have no choice. Do they really want to steal something from a god whose good and evil are uncertain?

Don't die!

"Come out, what are you doing hiding there? Do you think you can become an assassin just by moving quietly?"

The pirate sat there cross-legged, reached out to take the wine bottle handed to him by the Vengeful Spirit next to him, bit the cork angrily, and said to behind him:

"I can smell the stench of the Holy Light on your body from more than ten miles away."

"Uh, I just"

His Majesty Varian Wrynn stood up awkwardly from the trees by the lake and waved his hands to explain:

"I just saw you talking about business with your followers, so I turned around and left without disturbing you. I swear I have no ill intentions, and I am not deliberately prying into the privacy of a god."

"You came just in time."

The pirate sneered a few times and said:

"If you don't come to me, I will go to you. Although you have almost unlimited power as the emperor of the empire, how dare you extend your dirty hands to my disciples?

Did you enjoy playing with Valeela these days?

I sincerely hope you have a good time, after all, you will no longer be able to play anymore, and I am going to perform a mental castration on you in the name of the Silent One.

Great, right?

Come here, don't be afraid, it won't hurt, just be patient and it will pass. "

"That was an accident!"

Varian suddenly became embarrassed, and the young king explained awkwardly:

"It was just, well, it was just, in her words, just leisure and relaxation after a victory, and I was the victim in this matter, Mr. Black.

If this can dissipate your anger, your disciple kicked me away mercilessly after playing with my mind.

She declared that she had dedicated everything to Elune, and that there was no place in her heart left for earthly feelings, even if I begged her in a low voice not to leave.

but.

well. "

"That's pretty much it."

Black looked at Varian's undeniable sadness, snorted, and said with a weird smile:

"Come here, mortal emperor, come and chat with a god who is so bored that he is almost crazy. This is the highest honor you can get as an emperor."

"Yes, Your Majesty."

Varian responded with dignity, brushed the grass clippings on his body, came to Black's side with a few bottles of good wine, sat next to the pirate in a warrior posture, and said very seriously:

"I'm here to say thank you, Lord Black.

My survival depends entirely on the fragment of the Fel Heart you gave me before departure. Even now, I can still clearly feel the feeling of Taysalak's blade scratching my skin and body."

Varian touched his chest under his robe. There was a horrific scar there. It was definitely a painful experience that he would never forget in his life.

On the battlefield of Argus, he fearlessly charged towards the gods and had already died once.

"Your Holy Light is a bit interesting."

Black squinted his eyes and looked at the power flowing in Varian's body. It was pure holy light, with a holy smell that made the pirates very unhappy.

But the form it takes in Varian's body is completely different from ordinary holy light.

That's flame.

Angry flames.

"So, you have recovered the warrior heritage?"

The pirate took a sip of his wine and asked.

Varian smiled and nodded, and said with an emotional tone:

"Just when I rushed towards Aggramar, just when I saw Miss Fenner stabbing the fallen titan with a death wish.

I realized that pure holy light could be used to heal and protect, but what I needed in times of despair was not just healing and protection. I also needed a power that could break through the limitations of being a mortal and turn everything around.

I know that is a gift that only warriors can receive.

So, I arrogantly prayed to Anger under the light of the Holy Light, and like a miracle, Anger responded to me in an instant. I learned the power of sadness that is said to be understood only after experiencing despair and pain.

It was only then that I realized that I had been deceived by those old orcs. "

The emperor laughed, clinked glasses with Blake, winked and said:

"I also learned about the death wish. I know that it is not just the power of sadness and despair. When a person's will is completely dedicated to great things, the desire to protect will also be transformed into a state of mind that transcends death.

I finally understood the prophecy you left for me, Black Prophet.

I am now a paladin and a warrior. "

"Oh, this is the 'Destined One'."

The pirate had a long, drawn-out voice, skillfully weaving hope, and said as if making a prophecy:

"Zera's emphasis on you is indeed correct. You do have the potential to change your destiny. You will achieve great things. Varian, I have already seen that future."

"Thank you for your recognition, Lord God."

Varian smiled. After drinking a bottle of wine, he let out a warrior-like groan of relief. Then he looked at the pirate and asked in a low voice:

"I just want to ask you to make another prophecy for the next final battle, about our decisive battle with Sargeras, and about our world."

"Let me ask you, if I predict that you will lose, will you lay down your weapons and lie down to die?"

Blake asked.

Varian shook his head. He wanted to say something but then he stopped laughing. Obviously, he understood what Black meant, and he had already reached this situation.

Prophecy is meaningless.

Destiny should be in your own hands, rather than relying on some illusory things. This is probably the most important lesson Varian Wrynn learned during the Battle of Argus.

"I heard the death threats from Shore."

Varian whispered:

"If we want to be wary of the erosion of death, then His Majesty Lothar is there."

"no need to worry."

Blake drank wine and said vaguely:

"Destiny has its own arrangement. In addition, as the Black Moon God of the Watchers, I announce to you that the Watchers will soon open a permanent training ground in the Eastern Continent.

Any life that passes the watch trial will be qualified to go to the Black Moon Academy in the Sea of ​​Mist to study the inheritance of watchers and Moon Night God of War. As a human emperor, you must cooperate with my family members.

Of course, since it is a permanent trial ground, it needs a moderator. Considering that she and you will interact frequently in the future, you'd better choose a watchman who gets along well with you. "

The pirate drunkenly looked at Varian, whose eyes were shining, and said:

"Emperor of mankind, do you have a suitable candidate to recommend to me?"