Shadow Trails in Azeroth

Prince Kael'thas Sunstrider, who has always been famous throughout the world of Azeroth for his beauty and wisdom, witnessed the birth of the Elf God tonight, and at the same time, he was also emotionally disturbed by the unknown past that his father had always hidden. .

He even began to doubt his own origin.

Although his father kept insisting that he and his mother were in true love, seeing the happy figure of his father and the short spirit body leaving the Well of Destiny, talking and laughing, Kael'thas expressed serious doubts about the authenticity of this statement. doubt.

This made His Royal Highness a little bit lost.

When the other elves left the Well of Destiny with different intentions, Kael'thas still stayed in the quiet underground hall. He frowned, thinking about the clues in his childhood memories.

Indeed.

I had never thought about it seriously before, but now that I think about it carefully, some of my father's actions when I was a child were indeed suspicious.

For example, he would set aside a few hours every weekend to meditate alone in the Tower of the Sun. This was an unbreakable habit. No matter how tired he was or how serious the matter was, his father would disappear on time every weekend. Hours.

I even asked my mother.

My mother just vaguely said that it was my father's private matter and a secret belonging to the king.

Tsk tsk

So is this the truth?

The perfect father whom he regards as a role model is actually not perfect, right?

He also has the same problems as other kings. For example, Daelin had an elf lover, and Varian Wrynn also had an elf lover at a young age.

Is this the king's prerogative?

Pooh.

nausea!

"Ahem, actually, your poor mother is the third party."

When Kael'thas was feeling depressed, Black's glib voice suddenly appeared in his mind. When the prince turned around, he saw Black walking toward him with a pipe in his mouth.

The guy didn't speak, but he had a nasty smile on his face that made people want to punch him.

He lengthened his voice in Kael'thas's heart and said:

"Little Anastarian and Miss Anwena have known each other since childhood. He rescued his sister Anweina from his father's 'tyranny' at a young age.

And you have also seen that Anweina, who is the Holy Spirit of the Sun, also has an abnormal intimacy with your father. To be honest, my guess is that Anweina is not unaware of the existence of your mother.

She just pretended she didn't know.

This can be seen from the fact that the Elf God couldn't wait to ask your father to be her divine choice just after receiving the priesthood. Anweina hopes that her little Anastarian will always be with her.

Well, the possessiveness is surprisingly strong.

So, those innocent girls who look stupid are actually black inside after being cut open. Believe me, Kael'thas, this is a law and criterion of fate. "

"But it shouldn't be like this!"

His Highness the Prince clenched his fists and said with anger:

"How could he treat my mother like that? My mother loves him so much."

"Look around, I believe there is true love between your parents."

Blake comforted him hypocritically:

"Isn't your existence the crystallization of this true love? And think on the bright side, it is not a bad thing for you that Anweina becomes the god of elves, my dear handsome prince.

In the future, you will not only have a god-chosen father, but also a god-like mother. In my opinion, Anweina really regards you as her own heir. It is a complicated relationship of love and affection.

Well, as long as you make reasonable use of this preference, the rise of Quel'Thalas is just around the corner.

As a son, it is understandable that you are hostile to this kind of thing, but as a king, you have to accept it, right?

Oops, the grievances and hatreds between you elves are always so interesting. I can’t get enough of your corrupt stories. "

"I really want to punch you!"

Kael'thas gritted his teeth and said:

"Stop laughing! You keep laughing and never stop!"

"Ha, as long as you bear the responsibility of attacking the gods, I would rather stand still here and get punched by you."

Blake grinned and pointed at his cheek and said:

"Come on, hit here, harder."

"Blake!"

Just when the Pirate Crusaders were teasing Prince Kael'thas, a low call sounded behind him, and Illidan Stormrage was tearing open his elven robes.

The great demon hunter looked serious now.

He pointed to the magical tide of the Well of Destiny that was constantly changing in front of him, and said to Blake:

"Come here quickly, you seem to have a 'guest'."

"Calm down, I've been waiting for Him to come."

The pirate waved his hand and said:

“Calculating, it should be almost time.

This will be just enough for the magical tide of the reborn Well of Destiny to be pushed into the Twisting Nether. It seems that our Dark Titan is indeed always paying attention to the magical world of Azeroth.

Everything that happens here cannot be hidden from His perception.

Don't worry, Illidan, He will still return to the stars at the boundary of the material world. Even He cannot cross the stars in an instant and come here to stab us to death with his terrible scorching sword.

This is just an expected 'remote meeting'. "

Black turned around and said to Illidan, who had taken out the Supreme Blade and made a fighting stance:

"But this is a high-level private meeting. I can understand that you are very eager to have a fencing match with Him, but I must ask you to leave.

The next conversation here is a secret between gods and cannot be heard by mortals, otherwise it will cause unnecessary waves.

Be patient, Brother Dan.

There is always a chance for you to resolve each other's conflicts and grievances. "

"I'll confirm again."

Illidan turned back to face Black with his fierce expression. He showed a deep and evil smile and asked:

"Black, you will not betray us at this critical time in this 'private meeting' and sell Azeroth and our last hope to Sargeras, right?"

"Good guy, do I have such a bad image in your mind?"

Black puffed his beard and complained:

"Although I admit that I have a very flexible moral bottom line, do you really think I would do such an outrageous thing? What benefits can I get from selling you?

Will Sargeras spare my life because of this?

You have seen with your own eyes how I destroyed the prototype of the Dark Pantheon and shattered the dark ambitions of Sargeras and the world of Argus.

I think this should be regarded as sworn hatred, what do you think? "

"Having said that."

Illidan put away the Supreme Blade, moved his wings and said:

"But who could have predicted the magical plan of Lord Silent One? If your behavior pattern is so easy to guess, you are not the Black Shaw I know.

be careful. "

The Great Demon Hunter reminds:

"Sargeras is not a guy you can deal with with words or conspiracy, even a conversation of will is very dangerous.

Since we haven't finished preparing for the battle yet, restrain your shocking taunting ability, and don't let the Dark Titan be so angry that he immediately launches an invasion of Azeroth.

Just think of it as me begging you for this world, okay? "

The pirate did not answer, but just stretched out his hand and made a gesture of "OK, everything is wrapped up on me". He watched Illidan and Kael'thas disappear into the darkness of the Well of Destiny Hall.

He could also hear Kael'thas curiously asking Illidan about the Dark Titan. The whole world knew that Illidan and Azshara were the two living beings who had directly communicated with Sargeras.

No one knows the mysteries of the Dark Titan better than they do.

"Seal the Well of Destiny, my servants, no one is allowed to approach it!"

Blake waved his hand, and the Faldorei guards in the surrounding darkness immediately took action.

These spider elves have witnessed the magic of the Arcandor Tree with their own eyes and are full of hope for the future. They are now full of energy, and their loyalty to Black has reached 20,000%. At the request of the pirates, within a few minutes, through All the roads to the hall at the bottom of the Well of Destiny are closed.

The magical Scepter of Sargeras is placed in the middle of the Well of Destiny. Its existence ensures that no outside force can enter the core of the Well of Destiny through the portal.

While the power of that staff continued to take effect, not even Queen Azshara could sneak in quietly.

And all this preparation is for now.

Black stood alone under the magical tide of the dazzling Well of Destiny. He took out the wine flask soaked in Arcandor fruit from his arms, opened the lid and poured a sip into his mouth.

In the stream of magic power that he looked up at, a dark green light spot quietly emerged, like ink dripping into a basin, spreading out in a few seconds.

The strong evil force appeared silently in front of the pirates. The penetration of this force did not cause the scepter of Sargeras to move. The reason was simple.

The scepter sensed its master's aura.

Not Blake, but its true owner.

Dark Titan, Sargeras!

In the rolling tide of the magic power of the Well of Destiny, the dissipated evil energy quickly rotated into a door leading to the depths of the twisted void, and heavy and boundless breaths came from it to suppress all the surrounding existences. above.

The crystal tree Akandor was the first to be overwhelmed, and those crystal-like beautiful branches were constantly shaking and emitting the mournful cry of plants.

Blake ignored it.

The luxurious marble under his feet was also being corroded quickly by the oncoming evil wind. He could feel a majestic will trying to pass through the evil door in front of him and pass through the perfect Well of Destiny. The medium enters Azeroth.

Well, the druids and dragons were absolutely right to be worried.

The magic well created by Black and the spellcasters in Azeroth at this time really became a tool for the Dark Titan to penetrate the will. Just like the Well of Eternity ten thousand years ago, this thing will become the cause of a terrible disaster. fuse.

"No! You can't come here! The Dark Titan is prohibited from traveling here!"

When the wind of evil energy further strengthened, the pirate stretched out his hands and intertwined them in a forbidden movement. The breath of moonlight and void burst out in front of him, blocking back the breath of evil energy that tried to further corrode matter.

The strange movements in the Well of Destiny hall became strangely quiet at this moment.

Blake shouted to the evil energy door that was constantly spinning in front of him:

"This is just a remote meeting. I think in order not to cause panic among the Titan Souls, we should just talk with our will, my dear Lord Sargeras.

If the Well of Eternity can't bring you to Azeroth in person, then my little poor replica certainly can't do it either.

So don't try it.

We designed it with this situation in mind.

We have learned from the lessons of the Well of Eternity and the War of the Ancients. If you strengthen the power of your will on this well, it will forcibly 'stop' after six seconds. "

"Black Shaw, the Silent One, the Shadow of the Moon, the Titan Slayer, and the Nemesis of the Legion, you didn't die by that sword. This really surprises me."

Perhaps Blake's persuasion had an effect. A few seconds later, a burning will sent out his own words.

The moment Black's will came into contact with Him, his eyes immediately reflected a tall figure walking in the dark galaxy as hot as thousands of burning suns.

He has long since lost the well-proportioned body and noble form of a Titan. His star-sea body is filled with burning flames everywhere. The mutations in his body make him look like an ancestral demon far more than a fallen Titan.

In addition to the majestic devil horns on his head that look like a burning crown, he also has wings made of lava and even a flaming tail on his back.

He walked among the stars, and everything turned to ashes wherever he went.

It was not difficult for the pirate to deduce the destination of Sargeras's "far journey". After seeing the dark titan's destructive power, he calmed down and took another sip of wine before speaking:

"Although countless people have called me this, I have to admit that it still makes me feel extremely honored to have my title and my name read out by you, my beloved Lord Sargeras.

Although the last meeting between you and me was not very 'friendly', and although I was almost stabbed to death by your sword last time, this does not hinder my admiration and admiration for you.

However, I have heard some bad news from some gossips among the stars, regarding the Burning Legion you founded, which is currently suffering a small 'setback'.

I heard that your new entrepreneurial project, Dark Pantheon, not only lost all your money due to some small tricks, but this failed venture also affected your originally prosperous career.

Some of your reports left when you needed help the most.

Oops, what a bunch of profit-seeking bastards. I was filled with righteous indignation and wished I could help you get rid of those shameless traitors who betrayed you right now.

I don’t know if you can give me this honor. "

Blake spread his hands and said as if chatting with an acquaintance:

"After all, everyone knows that I am your number one fanatic admirer among the stars. I can raise a butcher's knife to anti-fans for idols, and I can do this without any psychological burden.

real.

All I need is a look from you, and I can leave now, and it's free of charge. Just consider this a small service for my idol. "

"help?"

Faced with Blake's crazy words, the Dark Titan advancing among the stars let out a deep laugh and said:

"I have never needed help. Even without the Deceiver, the Nathrezim, and the Eredar, my servants would still be invincible.

Blake Shaw, your achievements have impressed me, so I'm going to give you a fair chance.

Just be patient.

I will arrive in your world soon, and I will have a good discussion with you about what you did to me. Because of you, I had to suspend the war with the dangerous void.

But I think it's worth it. "

"I'm flattered by how much you think of me."

Blake curled his lips, raised his head and said:

"But rather than you coming to Azeroth and stabbing me to death in the wreckage of the world, I have a better idea to tell you, and it only takes up a little bit of your time.

What I mean is that all those losers you worked so hard to recruit are running away and abandoning you so that you have to do this despicable act of destruction yourself.

This is so inappropriate.

A big shot like you needs a loser to serve you. This is a status symbol, so..."

The pirate pointed at his handsome face and said:

"Can you see me?"