Shadow Trails in Azeroth

Queen Azshara is truly a kind and generous ruler.

In order to show the dignity of the Second Elf Empire, she even thoughtfully prepared "gorgeous clothes and beautiful clothes" for her subjects to use to meet the Creator. They were all nobles that the Nagas found temporarily from the corners of Nazjatar. robes, and partly a "donation" from the Queen's favorite, His Excellency Black.

These elf-style robes were distributed to every leader. Even Lao Niu, who was recovering from a serious injury, was assigned a set of the largest noble robes.

The dwarf king Gelbin Mekkatorque, who still had a bandage on his head, was naturally assigned the smallest robe. The peculiar design once made the dwarf king think it was "clothes for the elves' pet dogs". ".

These strange gifts and requests made the leaders at the scene look at each other, and everyone was hesitant to change into these clothes.

The first one to break the silence was His Majesty Faao.

The old man shook his head, picked up the elf sacrificial robe in his hand and walked to the back to change into it. He whispered to the dwarves and humans around him who were complaining:

“If we can get the Deep Sea Empire as a powerful ally just by playing some pretend games with Her Majesty Azshara that she can enjoy, then I think we shouldn’t refuse.

Everyone, think of those warriors who died on the battlefield!

Compared with their noble dedication to the world, what we have to pay to win is nothing more than a negligible face. "

"What's more, my noble Queen has no interest in directly intervening in the government management of various countries. All she needs is superficial obedience."

The elusive Black appeared next to everyone, but he was not wearing elf robes, because the pirates had no intention of following these people to meet the Titan.

What is his status now?

Even if you go, you can't use the word "meeting". At best, it's just "dropping in".

Black held his pipe in his mouth, put one hand on Varian's shoulder and the other on Red's arm. He winked at the leaders around him and said:

"So, just give her superficial obedience, just as it satisfies the ultimate pursuit of a game like playing house for a poor girl who has been alone for ten thousand years.

You are all heroes who save the world. There is no reason why you should refuse to play with a little girl, right? "

The pirate's statement made Muradin, who was originally unhappy, hold his stomach and laugh out loud, but the wound involved caused the dwarf to grimace in pain.

Reid started to take off his clothes on the spot without any psychological pressure.

"But everyone, you have to keep one thing in mind."

Blake said as he retreated into the shadows:

"Surface loyalty only deserves superficial rewards. If you desire more, you have to pay more. Be careful when dealing with my Majesty. She never rules the country by her charming appearance.

His Majesty Varian should be fully aware of this.

Anyway, I wish you a smooth meeting.

When listening to the Titans' Hadith, remember to praise them. For a group of creators who have suffered terrible failures, necessary praise can help them regain their will faster.

And I really need them to recover as soon as possible. "

With that, the pirate disappeared into the shadows that drifted like dim moonlight.

Before finally disappearing, he glanced at the elves. The great astrologer Shadorei, who was a senior "Essence Emperor" at heart, had already changed into his noble robes and was admiring his posture in front of a magic mirror. .

Obviously this black-skinned elf does not regard the Queen's gift as a humiliation, and even regards this set of clothes as a reward for the Queen's recognition of his abilities.

Kael'thas was taking off his robe, and the attendant beside him put him into the gorgeous magical prince's elf robe.

There was no sadness or joy on the face of the little Sun Chaser. He believed that this was what he had to do to protect his kingdom and people. Although he hated it, he did not resist it.

Hiss, I haven't noticed it before, but after the queen's maid, Vashj, turned into an elf, her delicate profile looked very similar to Kael'thas' cheek.

Blake rubbed his chin, terrible gossip swirling in his mind.

Could it be that there really were some unknown secrets between the proud and jealous Vashj and Dath'Remar, the ancestor of the Sunstriders, ten thousand years ago?

With such gossip in mind, Blake finally looked towards the night elves.

Tyrande had no intention of wearing the priestly robes sent by Azshara, and Malfurion Stormrage beside her also had a calm expression.

The couple were still frightened by the chaos in the country at the end of Azshara's reign, and they did not think it would be a good thing for Azshara's empire to return to the world.

Well, it seems that if Azeroth can survive the wrath of the Dark Titan, the war between the Kaldorei and Naga will probably restart in a few years.

But that's a good thing.

The pirate laughed in the shadows.

Leaving Azshara's family alone is not a good future, and that terrible flaw in the Queen's character will definitely lead to terrible things once she unifies the world.

She and her empire really need to be checked.

If we also include the Sha'dorei who yearn for the Empire but are eager to maintain a certain independent status, the Quel'dorei who are neutral but swaying, the Dark Kingdom of Sarain who is hiding in the darkness and backed by the death camp, and is rapidly expanding its power, and the future is destined to Other elven factions will appear on the stage, and the elven civil war in the next era will definitely be interesting.

But this has nothing to do with him now.

Just like other warriors who desperately needed a rest after experiencing the battle of Argus, Black Shaw, who returned to Azeroth, also needed a quiet space to relax himself.

He needed to plan for what was to come.

On the coast of Mac'Aree, aboard the Evil of This World, which was preparing to return to Mechagon Island, Black retrieved the domain treasure, the Crown of the Administrator, from the command module.

As it left, the enhanced Evil of this World returned to its original state of steel spaceship as the light escaped, which made a group of mechanical dwarf crew members make sounds of regret.

A few minutes later, the hatch to the lower cabin of the spacecraft opened.

Amidst the cheers of the ghost princess Nagfar, who was clinging to the mast and howling like a pirate, the black and gloomy ghost ship fell from the sky and plunged into the waves of the blue sea like a flexible whale.

Seifer, the first mate of the Nagfar, stood in front of the steering wheel and gave the order to set sail. The ghost sailors on the entire ship shouted their chants and dived into the deep sea.

Among these sailors are not only veteran ghost pirates from the past, but also the souls of warriors of various races who died in the war and were captured by ghosts.

Many of them have been sent into the Soul Box on the return journey of the Evil in this World, but there are still some people who have no worries and have chosen to stay on the ghost ship.

This is a great career plan!

Especially when the captain of this ship is a god, staying on this ship obviously has more prospects than returning to the mortal world. Of course, the premise is that they cannot be caught by Black when they are lazy and hang on the mast. Being whipped until his soul was broken.

If that were to happen, it would be a bit unlucky.

In the dark and silent captain's cabin, Blake reached out and pushed open the window. The changing and gloomy light of the deep sea bloomed in front of his eyes, outlining a familiar memory.

Blake took a step back and sat on his crude and gorgeous captain's chair. He put his pirate hat in his hands and rubbed it, and the pipe in the corner of his mouth was burning with hot smoke.

In the endless flickers of fire, the "collections" in the collection cabinets in the captain's cabin were also illuminated. Those skulls, from all races and domains, were very quiet.

They also seemed to sense Blake's unquiet mood at this time.

As the saying goes, you can only discover your true self when you are alone. The same goes for Blake. Even if he is truly a god at this time, he cannot avoid being affected by the thoughts rolling in his heart.

A hint of darkness creeps in.

The shadow that entangled the pirate like a snake in the night lay on his shoulder little by little, and Xal'atath revealed his charming face in the darkness.

She wrapped her arms around Blake's shoulders from behind and put her hand into the pirate's collar. She touched Blake's heart and whispered:

"There's a piece missing here. It's so pitiful that you left a part of yourself in Argus forever. I saw a god crying silently in the darkness. Perhaps he was commemorating the precious things he had lost.

You know, I have been trying to get rid of Maiev in various ways. I think her existence is the biggest threat to our relationship.

However, after she actually left, I realized

she is not. "

The ancient venerable kissed Blake's ear gently, and she whispered:

"A broken heart cannot fall in love with anyone. Perhaps from now on, every joy we have is just for the pure release of desire, without any superposition of love.

Will you become a hard-hearted person from now on? My little master.

After all, you no longer have a heart that beats for us.

I'm so stupid.

I always feel that the three of us should each occupy one-third of your heart, but that is not the case. The three of us are one body, and none of us will work without one.

So stupid.

That kind of competition is so stupid. "

Black was silent in the darkness. He just listened to Xal'atath's confession-like description. After a few seconds, the ancient sage hugged his little master tightly.

Cold and void-filled tears kept falling from her eyes, slapping on Blake's neck.

That is a deep sadness.

"Bring her back."

Xal'atath prayed the same and said:

"Bring my beloved Blake Shaw back with me, please."

"It's not as serious as you think, my dear."

The pirate reached out and pulled the ancient venerable from behind into his arms. He let her lie on his heart like a kitten. He stroked her hair and face and whispered:

"I can still feel your attachment and desire, I can still feel the light and darkness of this world, I can still feel happy because of those dirty and vulgar jokes, and I can also feel angry because of those things that I hate.

I haven't had much change.

Don’t worry that I will become one of those evil gods in the story who are so cold and careless about human life. I am not alone. I have a lot to share with you. "

"Bring her back, Blake!"

Sephiel's voice also sounded in the dark captain's room. The first parasaurus strode forward. She stood beside Blake, reached out and took off the pipe from the corner of the pirate's mouth and placed it on the table.

She stretched out her hand to lift Blake's face, stared into those eyes, and said seriously:

"That poor woman is waiting for you in another world. She told you and us that she is not afraid of waiting, but that is just deceiving. No one is not afraid of being forgotten.

She gave her all for you and you have to reciprocate that feeling. "

"Ah, I will, I will act soon, as long as I take care of these last troubles."

Blake stretched out in the captain's chair and said:

"I'm a little tired now, I need to take a rest."

"Rest? Or relax?"

Xalatath's voice sounded in the darkness, accompanied by some not-so-glorious sounds. As the ancient venerable straightened her body in a straddling posture, she licked her lips in the darkness, and then He leaned down and kissed Blake's heart gently.

she says:

"The hole here is so big, maybe Sephiel and I can't fill it together. You are about to leave the material world, right? Little Master.

The gods should live in the sky, and the ground should never be your place to set foot.

But there are many people waiting for you.

Will you give them an explanation? "

"I have no idea."

Amidst Xalatath's low breathing, Blake stretched out his hand, took Sephiel's neck and pressed her lips to his neck. He whispered:

"Perhaps you can try to fill the hole in my heart so that I no longer have to rely on devouring her feelings and attachments for a living. The problem is, my little cuties

Can you two make a god feel satisfied and happy?

bring it on.

Give it a try. "

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The Nagfar returned to Tol Barad Island late the next day, almost two months had passed since Blake left here.

When he stepped onto the island's land, the pipe-smoking pirate moved his shoulders. He walked towards Nathalas Academy on the South Island without disturbing anyone.

A person walks through the dark night like a ghost, and the moonlight in the sky seems to be shy, letting the dark clouds block the last ray of light in the dark night.

But when we walked to the bridge connecting the North Island and the South Island, an uninvited guest got up at this moment.

"Thorim?"

Blake looked at the shrunken Storm Guardian in front of him in surprise, and said:

"If you don't go to defend the Creator, or go back to Ulduar to preside over major events, what are you doing here? Are you planning to abandon the Pantheon and switch to the Sunless Sea or the Kingdom of Moon?

Well, I really welcome a big man like you to make this right choice. There is no future if you continue to hang out with the increasingly declining arcane force. You and your brothers should properly plan your career future. . "

"Please don't make such a joke, Lord Moon Shadow."

Thorim acted very free and easy at this time. This prodigal Storm Guardian did not wear his own Titan armor, nor did he carry his iconic and powerful guiding star war hammer Umir.

He wore linen robes like an ordinary Vrykul, without any of the noble embellishments that a Titan guardian should have.

He moved his neck and glanced at the bright moon that reappeared from the dark clouds above his head. In that place where the moonlight shone, he said to Blake seriously:

"We agreed before, Your Excellency, when you return to Azeroth after completing the Battle of Argus, you need to do me a favor. Come on, right here, let me change from a sin-ridden god's creation to an ordinary person. of mortals.

I have said goodbye to my past, glory or failure.

I am ready for my future. "

"Ha, is the curse of flesh enough to corrupt the Titan Guardians?"

Blake shrugged. The moonlight above him was once again obscured by dark clouds. Blown by the deep night wind, Blake's elongated shadow began to devour everything around him.

In the deep, muddy voice of the Silent One, which penetrates directly into the soul, he said:

"I can do it, it's not difficult at all, but I'm curious, Thorim, what is the main reason why you want to become flesh and blood? Don't fool me with atonement or anything like that.

You know, it's not easy to hide your thoughts in front of a God of the Void.

It's not that I can't see it, I just want you to say it yourself. "

"Well"

This question made the Storm Guardian, who was very brave on the battlefield, hesitate for a moment.

He looked around and whispered:

"You know, the Shieldmaiden clan under Lord Odin has a supreme shieldmaiden named Heya. She participated in the traditional ceremony of my family Brunhilda clan and won the victory in the previous battle to liberate Ulduar.

I feel ashamed to say it, but that ancient ritual was supposed to be used to select a wife for me.

Well, for the Titan Guardian, a wife is more of a spiritual companion. After my Sif passed away, I was already heartbroken.

But what can I say, after learning about Sif and Loken's scandal, I felt stupid.

I'm a big fool.

So I plan to start all over again, and I plan to pursue Miss Heya as a mortal. "

Thorim shrugged and said angrily to Black who was suppressing a smile:

"She completed the ceremony after all, didn't she? Legally speaking, she is already my wife, but she told me that even if I am a noble guardian, I cannot get her approval so easily.

She will not accept a coward as her partner.

These shieldmaidens have a very radical set of values, so I thought it might be interesting to start a mortal journey with this reason.

What do you think? "