Shadow Trails in Azeroth

"What do you want to drink?"

In the captain's cabin with the cabin door closed, as the ghost ship docked in the port moved with the rhythm of the sea water, Blake opened his wine cabinet and looked back at the fool who was sitting on the chair with his hands clasped together and looking a little nervous. Finna.

He shrugged and said:

"From my experience, for those things that are difficult to talk about, a bottle of black iron molten spirit that can make you forget all your worries is the most suitable."

"Will it allow me to speak my mind openly?"

Fenner asked angrily.

Blake pouted and said:

"No, it can't, not any alcohol. You have to understand that they are just wine, not veritaserum. But it can make you as drunk as a kitten, so that we can avoid the embarrassment of each other later.

Seriously, some things don't need to be said, my dear sister.

Have you forgotten what you did in the Hall of Valor last time, which made us unable to talk to each other for a whole week when we met? I think you should learn a lesson. "

"I'm not going to do that either."

Fenna whispered:

"But little Gianna told me that you said you would come back before her wedding, and that was ten years. I felt that if I didn't say it now, I would have no chance in the future.

With my fighting personality and my weak brain, it is not certain whether I would have survived ten years without your help. "

"Well, should I say that your understanding of yourself is so clear that it makes people feel ashamed, or should I say that you are a little too unsure of your wisdom?

Can't you even see the joke I pulled on little Gianna?

I just don’t want the farewell to be too heavy, that’s all, so don’t think too much, if everything goes well, this journey will be over within a month. "

The pirate rolled his eyes and took out two bottles of the eternal wine that he had collected from Naga from the depths of the wine cabinet. He also generously took out an Arcandor fruit from his bag and presented it in front of Fenner. He pinched the fruit and threw it into Fenner's wine glass. He also added ice cubes and poured the amber wine into it.

He pushed the wine glass in front of Fenner's eyes and said:

"Drink it, you don't have to worry about the problem of magic addiction anymore. Although the magic addiction in your body is very small, you know, I prefer perfect things.

The slightest imperfection would destroy the beauty I admire. "

"The color is so strange, just like blood."

Fenna complained, then picked up the wine glass and drank the wine in one gulp without warning. The fruit of Arcandor added a lot of flavor to the wine, making the demigod warrior feel dizzy after drinking a glass of wine. Huhu.

There were also two clusters of blush on her face, which looked pale due to her unrecovered injuries.

But it is true that drunkenness makes people cowardly. After drinking this glass of wine, Fenner shook her head and shuddered, and her restrained posture seemed to be relaxed all of a sudden.

"Snapped"

She smashed the wine glass filled with ice cubes on the table and shouted boldly:

"Continued Cup!"

"Of course, of course, bartender Blake is at your service, beautiful Miss Fool."

Blake complained in a low voice, poured half a glass of wine into Fenner's glass, and poured a glass for himself. He leaned on his captain's chair, holding the wine glass and looking at the dizzy Fenner in front of him.

He said:

"Then, tell me, what you want to say to me, although I have roughly guessed it, but"

"You are always so smart, you always have to guess what I want to say."

Fenner snorted and murmured while tasting the delicious wine:

"You know when we first met, I really wanted to kill you, right? At that time, I thought that I would never have anything to do with the Proudmoore family in my life.

I hate everything in your family, and your behavior at that time was really disgusting. You were always mysterious and said things that no one wanted to hear.

You were a complete nuisance back then. "

"Yeah, yeah, for an idiot, anything that requires thinking is very annoying. Although I have never had your kind of thinking experience, I can probably guess that it must be very uncomfortable.

Just like even I hate those Riddlers. "

Blake took a sip of wine and played it casually. The elf lyre placed next to his storage cabinet levitated and plucked the strings without anyone controlling it, emitting a gentle lullaby.

Obviously, he hoped that this gentle music would help the drunk Fenna fall asleep.

When the stupid sister wakes up from the hangover, he will have gone ten thousand years ago. She may be sad about this, but time, the quack that can cure all diseases, will heal her.

"I don't like this song. It's soft. Let's change it to a more intense one, suitable for soldiers to listen to."

Fenna complained, and Blake shrugged. A thought in his mind caused the sound of the lyre to suddenly change, and a military music from the Elf Empire period echoed in the captain's room.

"You know, I'm actually a coward."

Fenner drank all the wine in the glass and whispered:

"Like you, I'm actually running away from these things."

"Huh? I don't think a warrior who dares to challenge Aggramar is a coward. To be honest, the way you spat at Aggramar and provoked you can be painted and hung in the Hall of Valor to inspire those heroic spirits. Learn from you what courage is.”

Blake laughed and said:

"If you are a coward, there are only a handful of warriors among the stars."

"But I am."

Fenner raised her head, blinked her bright eyes and said to Blake:

"Brother, do you know when I fell in love with you?"

"Let me guess."

Blake rubbed his forehead and said:

"During the decisive battle in the Burning Plains, I saved your life?"

"No, that's appreciation."

Fenner shook her head and explained:

"At that time, I felt that you were not so annoying. Yes, I did thank you for saving my life, but you didn't think that I would fall in love with you just because you saved my life, right?

Although I like to read those knight novels, I am not a brainless, silly, sweet princess. "

"So, it's Dalaran?"

Blake raised his eyebrows and said:

"I played tricks on Archimonde and the World Destroyer during the Battle of Dalaran. I think such shocking conspiracy abilities should be enough to make you fall in love with me at first sight, right?"

"No!"

Fenner took the wine bottle on the table and filled her glass with wine.

She shook her head and said:

"At that time, I felt that you were very powerful. At that time, I thought that if I combined your brain with my strength, I would be able to defeat Dai Lin easily.

That's when I began to accept you as my family.

Although I have a slight crush on you, that’s because you are different from the slutty prince I imagined.

Guess again.

You shouldn't be that stupid in my impression, brother, you definitely have no intentions. Alas, just take pity on your stupid sister. Brother, before you leave for a long journey, have a good talk with me, okay? "

"All right."

Blake was embarrassed for a moment, thinking that Fenner was so smart today, she could actually tell that she was absent-minded.

He carefully recalled the time he spent with Fenner. After a minute, he said:

"So, it's in Kul Tiras, right?"

"Well, it's in your hometown."

Fenner leaned back on her chair as if she was drunk.

She raised her head and looked at the chandelier hanging above the captain's cabin. It was an elf-style crystal chandelier. It was so shiny that a dragon like Sephiel would like it.

She looked at the stream of light reflected on the chandelier, and amid the increasingly exciting military music in the background, she said:

"But not when we faced N'Zoth together. Before that, to be precise, it was the time when I lived with my mother in Proudmoore Fortress.

I heard your story from the servants in the palace. Aunt Elsa told me all the embarrassing things that happened when you were growing up. When Lady Catherine received my mother and me, she also expressed her love for her son between the lines. thoughts.

Derek Proudmoore

I learned about your past life in the place where you grew up. "

Having said this, Fenner withdrew her gaze from the chandelier above her head. She looked at Blake seriously and leaned forward to lie on the table.

She drunkenly curled her fingers at Blake, as if she wanted to tell a secret.

Blake also lied down on the table with dignity, like a real brother and sister sharing some secrets. He pricked up his ears, and then he heard Fenner say:

"After I learned the story of Derek Proudmoore, I knew you were not him!"

"Um?"

The pirate blinked and said:

"What does that mean? I think I've stated my thoughts many times? I've never been Drake."

"No, no, no, that's not what I meant. Don't interrupt me. Do you still want to hear it?"

Fenner glared at her bratty brother. Blake made an apology gesture and then made a "please" gesture. Fenner then snorted with satisfaction.

She yawned and continued:

"You always tell people you're not Drake, but others think it's just a way to distance yourself from a failed life after you experienced a tragic event.

Even Sephiel, Xalatath and Maiev think so, Dean Blue Moon and little Jaina also think so, Lady Catherine and Old Man Dailin all think they failed to take good care of you.

But only I know!

What you said was just what it meant on the surface. You didn't want to express any deeper thoughts.

You're not Drake!

You are Blake, a ghost who comes from nowhere. "

The pirate's eyes narrowed.

He looked at the idiot Fenner in front of him. He really didn't expect that his biggest secret would be discovered by a little idiot like Fenner, but this also made Blake interested.

He did not deny Fenner's conclusion, but asked:

"Why do you say that? Is there any evidence?"

"Evidence, no."

Fenna lay on the table and shook her head, she said:

“But I understand where you’re coming from, brother.

Because I was disgusted with my complicated identity, and I also wanted to wake up one day and this body would be replaced by a more relaxed mind, which would allow me to abandon all cognitive worries.

And I have loved reading those deviant novels since I was a child.

do you know?

Almost everything you do after rebirth is what I imagined you would do once you change your identity. You are not trying to prove anything to anyone, nor are you expressing dissatisfaction to anyone. You are simply eager to enjoy your second life freely. "

The stupid warrior grinned.

She reached out her hand and stroked the cheek of the younger brother in front of her.

She said softly:

"You don't like war, let alone conspiracy. You just long for adventure, a free and unrestricted adventure. You have never been Derek Proudmoore.

You've always been Blake Shaw.

I discovered this secret, but I am a coward and I have never dared to say it. I was afraid that you would hate me and alienate me because I discovered your secret.

The most terrible thing is that I already fell in love with you at that time, brother.

But you know what’s the best thing about this secret for me? "

"Um?"

The pirate made a gesture of listening, and Finna, smelling of alcohol, put her head next to Blake's ear and whispered to him:

"If you were never Derek Proudmoore, if you were never my brother then why do you keep rejecting me because of your stupid blood relationship?

We're just strangers with nothing to do with each other, right?

Does my beauty not match your taste? Or am I not as good as your three wives? You said you didn't like skinny elves, so I exercised very hard.

Look, my muscles are tighter than Sephiel's legs.

So, Blake Shaw.

I want to ask you a question, and you must answer me honestly. "

Fenner was really drunk.

She tried to stand up, but when she stood up, she staggered back into the chair. She held the last bit of wine in the glass, as if she had injected the last courage into herself.

She looked at Blake and said seriously:

"Who do you want to be? The free Black Shaw? Or Derek Proudmoore? Shhhhhhh, answer this question seriously."

Fenner raised her fingers and shook them like a drunken cat. She said:

"This is related to the relationship between you and me in the future, whether we are hiding and hiding together as siblings as we are now, or whether you and I truly embrace our inner thoughts and become a more intimate partner.

But don't be afraid.

I have become accustomed to calling you my brother. I will not ask to share your love for Maiev and Sephiel, and Xal'atath. You know, we elves have always been very open-minded in this regard.

Don't expect me to be like my stupid mother and give everything to you like she tried to die for Dai Lin.

I am the god of courage.

I have too much to worry about. "

Blake fell silent. He really didn't expect that this torture from the soul was actually asked by the idiot Fenner at this moment when he was about to leave.

But he also had to admit that Fenner's question just now was a dead end.

If he admits that he is Drake and wants to maintain a brother-sister relationship with Finna, then he is giving up the self he has been flaunting.

Losing oneself is a terrible thing for mortals, let alone gods whose existence is determined by their will.

And if he admits that he wants to become Black, it will be equivalent to him personally declaring that he and Fenner have no blood relationship, and then the last reason that has been hindering his union with Fenner will be destroyed.

"who are you?"

Blake had a headache and said to the drunken Fenner in front of him:

"The Fenna I am familiar with cannot be so smart. You must be some hateful guy pretending to be one! I am warning you, change the Fenna I am familiar with quickly before I get angry.

You have to know the price of provoking the gods. "

"Huh? Who am I? You need to decide this question yourself, stupid brother."

Fenna staggered closer to Blake while holding the table. She threw the wine glass in her hand on the ground, wiped her mouth and said to Blake:

"Who am I? Your idiot sister? Or your Fenner Golden Sword?"

She coolly pulled away the pirate's hands that were intertwined in front of her, straddling Blake's lap, and reached out to put his left hand on her waist.

She lowered her head and stared at Blake's complicated eyes with wide eyes.

she says:

"So, you are Black, right? Don't call me sister anymore, understand. Why can't you tear your clothes off? Is it because I'm drunk and weak?"

"This is an artifact armor. Of course it won't be torn apart that easily, you idiot."

Blake closed his eyes, and after a long silence after a rant, he opened his eyes, took a deep breath, and kissed Fenner on the lips as she watched in astonishment.

The stupid warrior was obviously frightened.

She probably didn't expect this result, but she quickly responded enthusiastically but clumsily.

The passionate kiss ended after a few minutes. At this moment, Finna was already panting and lying on the pirate's shoulder. Her body was trembling but she did not refuse Blake's wandering hands.

Even with a sense of expectation.

"Thank you, Finna."

Blake said in her hot ear:

"Thank you for making me stronger at this important moment, but not today. Let's make a deal. After I bring Maiev back, I will be serious about starting a new story of ours with you."

"Hate you!"

Fenna gritted her teeth and said:

"You know I came here wearing only single clothes, you know what this means! You bastard, are you still waiting? I heard that you and Azshara were hiding in Mac'ree's hut and kissing passionately.

Why didn't you think of Maiev at that time? "

"Because it's different!"

Blake held Fenner's head in his hands, and he said to Fenner seriously:

"She is different from you. Just like the pure desire to release and the cuddling of the soul are never the same. If you want me to treat you the same as I treat Azshara."

"Then I can wait."

The blue anger around Fenna flashed for a moment, making her sober up. Obviously, getting drunk was just a means for demigods.

The stupid warrior held Blake's head and kissed him on the forehead.

She whispered:

"I will wait for you to come back. I know that you are leaving the material world. I will leave with you. When Xal'atas taught me, he said that I should seize this last opportunity.

Ah, I spilled the beans. "

"Ha! I knew you couldn't come up with that fatal question, but..."

Blake took Fenna into his arms.

As the two of them quietly enjoyed the tenderness before parting, he said softly:

"Forget it, let's just do it. It's not a bad thing to have one more person to accompany you. Anyway, we already have enough love debts, right? But you know, it's actually fun to call me sister at certain times.

Well, you are too pure.

You will understand later. "