Shadow Trails in Azeroth

Fenna hummed a song and left the Nagfar happily.

Idiots are always easily satisfied.

What's more, the thing she had been thinking about finally made substantial progress. On the way, she kept thanking Xal'atath for helping her.

Just like what Black said, without the secret advice from the ancient sages, Fenner's brain would not have been able to accurately control Black's fatal but hidden psychological weakness.

Of course, Xal'atas was not out of kindness to help Fenner realize her dream.

She just planned to comfort her little master in this way because her previous mission to hunt down N'zoth failed. She knew that Blake was not a person who liked the taste of failure.

In addition, the pirates' series of actions have proven that Maiev Shadowsong, a cunning woman, has completely "domesticated" the young master, which makes Xal'atath, who is obsessed with competition and drunkenness, very dissatisfied.

Unlike Sephiel, who is very Buddhist, the Ancient Venerable has always regarded the fight for Black as a war of love, and she will do her best to ensure that she wins at all costs and means.

Under the current situation where the outcome of the three-party game could not be determined at all, Xalatas immediately came up with a very abominable way to break the situation, which was to introduce new "variables".

Turn the three-legged confrontation into a "four-nation melee" to break the balance and give yourself a chance to win.

Fenner Golden Sword is the most suitable variable.

She has a deep love for Blake, and Blake also has deep feelings for her. The most important thing is that Fenner is a recognized fool and can be easily manipulated by her.

In this regard, Little Star is actually very suitable.

But the problem is that Little Xingxing is still a young dragon, and Xalatas knows very well that his little master, who claims to have no bottom line, actually has a bottom line.

He couldn't do such an outrageous thing.

The other ladies who maintain an ambiguous relationship with Blake are more or less close to each other. The Lord of Fire, Thessaly Black Crow, is inseparable from Blake.

The relationship between the two is not so much love as it is the derivative of a failed mental domestication.

They do have feelings, but it's not enough to shake Maiev's position in Blake's heart, and there is absolutely no chance of winning.

Not to mention Calia Menethil.

In Xal'atath's view, her union with Black was more of Black's final "processing" of the identity of "Drake Proudmoore".

Calling it love is too much, and at best it means pitying this "helpless" woman, and at most a mortal is just a passer-by in the pirate's long life.

Calia is not a threat to them, monsters, monsters, and snake gods at all. She is a cute and pitiful little sheep. Although Her Royal Highness the Princess is the most likely person to leave an heir for Black in the material world, it doesn't matter.

Just heirs.

It is not necessary for the gods.

As long as Xalatath wants it, as long as Black needs it, she can give birth to a dozen "cute" descendants of the ancient gods for her little master at any time.

Finally, Azshara?

But such a proud soul as Azshara disdains binding herself to a man. Not to mention that Azshara and the young master have no substantial progress at all. Even if there is, Xal'atath is not worried at all. .

That can't be called emotion at all.

At most, it's just a one-night stand, just a way for a man and a woman to comfort each other when they need each other.

The relationship between them is the most twisted.

Azshara and Black need each other, and their possible intimacy is just a tool for both parties to deepen their mutual trust.

Hey, I feel sad just thinking about it.

To sum up, Fenna Golden Sword’s “entry” has become inevitable.

At this time, Xal'atath, who had returned to the world of Draenor and was preparing to expand his swarm empire, completed his "final design" with such ease.

She was very confident that the relationship between the little master and Fenna would enter a new stage after today. Then when Maiev, that stinky woman, came back, she would have to face more than just the challenges of the ancient sages.

But it is the double obstacle of the ancient venerable + the God of Courage.

If despite this arrangement, Lady Shadowsong still cannot be taken down, then Xal'atath will admit defeat.

In short, Fenna's victory is also the victory of Xal'atath. The glorious figure of the God of Courage has been covered with a dark coat, but Fenna does not care about this.

The idiot warrior even sang a song after leaving the dock. Although he had only had a brief moment of intimacy with his stinky brother, it was enough to make the pure God of Courage blush and feel his heart beat and look forward to the future.

Again.

Idiots are easily satisfied.

"Next, I'll go to Kul Tiras to see old man Daelin, stay with little Jaina and Tanred, and then persuade my mother not to be so impulsive. After all, the Elven God has expressed dissatisfaction with her."

Fenna was thinking about her next plan in her mind. When she walked through the town of Losberg and was about to go to Lady Catherine's mansion and go to Kul Tiras through the portal, the steps of the demigod warrior suddenly stopped.

The God of Courage gently held the elf sword at her waist, and her right hand also held the broken blade pendant wrapped around her brother's hand. She turned back and said to the empty stream behind her:

"Are you coming out on your own, or should I 'invite' you to come out?"

"Oh, dear Miss Fenner, put back the dangerous Tesarak in your hands. That terrible weapon makes me tremble with fear."

A pleasant but somewhat vicious voice appeared in the waves of the small stream. As Fenner watched, Ms. Vashki, the head maid of the Queen's Palace, appeared in the whirlpool of the water holding a golden deep-sea scepter.

The alluring maid in red dress looked at the weapons held by Fenner's hands with great fear. As someone who had participated in the Argus War, she knew the origins of these two weapons.

The one-handed sword that shaped the phoenix sword pattern came from Odin's war spear stained with the blood of Aggramar. It was shaped by Muradin in the Forge of Heroes into the ordinary elven war sword it is today.

But its lethality is terrifying, and it is qualified to be called an "artifact" in Azeroth and even among the stars.

Few people know the name of this sword, but Vashj learned through her own channels that Fenna Golden Sword called the sword that challenged Aggramar the "Titan Slayer."

A very straightforward name.

But it fits the linear thinking of the warriors, and its crude naming also represents the legend of this sword.

As for the Broken Blade Pendant held in Fenner's right hand, it's even more serious.

It was a strange object formed after Black Shaw, the Quiet One, used magical magic to shrink Aggrama's Titan Saber. Tesarak, famous among the stars, would undoubtedly not be able to exert its full power in Fenner's hands.

But it was very easy for the God of Courage to wield the enemy-breaker sword skill of Tesharak and easily destroy Vashj's perfect body while razing the town behind him to the ground.

Fortunately, Vashj wasn't here to fight.

Fenner looked at the elf form of Madam Viper. Even the idiot warrior who hated Naga had to admit that the elf in front of her was indeed beautiful, with the same shocking coquettishness as her queen.

And she is very good at matching clothes. Look at the long skirt she is wearing now. The hem of the skirt is open to the top of her thighs. It’s really

"Shameless goblin!"

Fenna cursed rudely in her heart and asked at the same time:

"What are you doing here?"

"Of course in the service of my sovereign Queen."

Lady Viper Vashj snorted, with a strange evil smile, and said to Fenna:

"But I noticed the sweet smile and uplifting mind of the Goddess of Courage. Considering that you left the Nagfar, can I think that the forbidden love between you and your brother has finally come true? What's the progress?

As expected of the elf of Quel'Thalas.

You have perfectly inherited the corruption of the empire and brought it to a level that does not belong to the elves. "

"Yes, I don't deny this. I just kissed my brother. It was a wonderful experience."

Fenna responded to this speculation indifferently, but as the Titan Killer in her hand was unsheathed little by little, a cold and majestic killing intent enveloped Vashj.

She stared at Madam Viper, licked her lips, and a ferocious breath that a warrior should have erupted, and Fenner's sinister voice sounded in the explosion.

she says:

"But I doubt you can spread this gossip. I have killed many soft-skinned snakes, and I have also killed many elves. A guy like you who is both a soft-skinned snake and an elf will definitely be able to bring me A very strange 'experience'."

"stop!"

Mrs. Viper sensed trouble. She immediately paused, looked around, coughed and said:

"I don't mean to provoke you, Fenna, I just want to ask you to do me a favor, a very personal favor, one that you can perform without other Quel'dorei noticing and getting involved.

I have prepared a reward for you. "

"I don't think I need any reward. I just want to cut off your tongue."

Fenner immediately refused.

But in the next moment, Vashj shook her head and took out an elf-style warrior armor that was both majestic and ferocious, and threw it at Fenna's feet.

she says:

"This is the armor worn by Dath'Remar Sunstrider in the War of the Ancients. It is the armor that Queen Azshara ordered her best magic craftsmen to make for the lords.

I can guarantee that this is the best weapon you can find in Azeroth. It may not be the sturdiest, but it is definitely the most suitable for elven warriors.

This is one of the few remaining sets of Lord's Armor in the world, and it has a deeper symbolic meaning for Quel'dorei. I will give it to you for free.

I just need you to confirm one thing for me. "

"Um"

Fenna blinked, she let go of the weapon, looked at Vashchi in surprise, and said:

"Whatever you say first, and no matter whether it succeeds or not, this armor will not be returned to you."

"I want you to bring Kael'thas here."

Vashj whispered:

"I mean, find a chance to knock him out. I need to confirm some baseless rumors about me."

"Ha! They all say Kael'thas is your descendant."

Fenna immediately became interested, and she eagerly said:

"Did you really have an affair with His Majesty Dath'Rema?"

"Your language is really vulgar and does not match the way elves talk at all, but that's the problem. I don't remember having any interactions with the Sunstrider during the Empire.

Although I did have children.

It was an embarrassing accident that shouldn't have happened, and I didn't know who the child's father was. There was so much chaos in the palace on the eve of the explosion of the Well of Eternity.

All I remember is that the Queen's palace was attacked, and that night I was lost in the chaos... ahem. "

Vashj whispered awkwardly:

"Anyway, you don't have to go into this. You just need to bring Kael'thas over! That's all."

"No! I want to hear it all, or I won't do it."

Fenner said stubbornly:

"And the time is not right."

"Because I gave birth to that child after I fell into the deep sea."

Mrs. Viper frowned and said:

"There seemed to be some kind of power protecting him from the curse of N'Zoth's flesh. I was so frightened that I didn't dare tell the queen, so I sent him back to the land and placed him outside the elven village on the Black Coast. .

Maybe Dath'Rema discovered something and took the child back, but he never revealed the secret until his death. I now doubt that it was indeed my and Sunstrider's child.

I have to find out the truth.

Fenner, for the sake of all women, please help me. "

"Well, that's a great story. Okay, I'll help."

Fenna snorted. She was in a good mood and picked up the armor on the ground. She looked at Vashj suspiciously and said:

"But the time of your appearance is a bit too coincidental. Tell me honestly, where is your queen?"

"Well, I think it's best that you don't know."

Mrs. Viper made a weird laugh and said:

"You will be heartbroken, God of Courage."

——

"It's really strange. How did you know that I was leaving and why did you come together to visit me today?"

In the captain's cabin of the Nagfar, Blake, who was confused because of Finna's affairs, was about to take a nap, but a new guest came to visit.

"I guess your last guest was a beautiful girl who came to exchange feelings with my favorite?"

The proud Majesty the Light of Light glanced at the two wine glasses placed on Blake's table. She sneered and said to the pirate:

"So, have you become hungry because of the pain and loss in your soul? My Majesty the Silent One."

"I feel you are here to provoke me, my queen."

The pirate rubbed his forehead and leaned on the head of his big round bed. He said to Queen Azshara without energy:

"I heard that you prepared a luxurious thank-you gift for me. Originally, I should have welcomed you with a respectful attitude, but I really am not in that mood now, Your Majesty.

So, put the gifts down and go back. I think there are still a lot of things in your empire that you need to deal with, right? Don't waste your precious time on me.

Take my advice, it's not worth it. "

"Hmph, do you really think that you, a god, have such a high status in my heart?"

The Queen sneered.

explain:

"I have learned many of the mysteries of the gods from the Arcane Titans, and my Force connection to the arcane has been pure again since I was freed from the flesh-curse of the vile Old God.

Maybe it won't take a few hundred years for me to reach the same level as you, Blake.

But you are right.

I do have a gift for you.

After all, you are now a god, and I must respect you. I heard that nothing can express the reverence we mortals have for the gods more than a sacrifice. "

Azshara stared at Black. Under the pirate's wide-eyed gaze, the queen slowly stepped forward, and with a flick of her hand, the bad-tasteful but extremely gorgeous long dress slipped off her perfect body.

Well, she is indeed Her Majesty the Queen.

Are you really not considering wearing more clothes under your long skirt?

Azshara's fingers followed the curve of her body all the way down, and finally stopped on her slender waist. She showed off her shocking charm, brushed her long hair with her other hand, and said to Blake:

"So, are you satisfied with this sacrifice? Lord God."

"It's beautiful."

Blake admired from the bottom of his heart:

"But if it is just to strengthen trust and cooperation between the two parties, there is no need to do this. Your Majesty, I know that your proud soul disdains to use such a low-level way to show sincerity.

If you feel disgusted, then stop it. I am also a god and have no interest in tasting a disgruntled sacrifice. "

"No, no, no, this is thank you, thank you from the bottom of my heart."

Azshara crawled on the pirate's bed on all fours like a cat. She leaned close to Black and whispered:

"I just want to finish those things we didn't finish ten thousand years ago. At that time, you commented that underneath my perfect appearance was an unruly and ugly soul.

Frankly, it made me feel ashamed and angry.

But now, I feel that my soul has been purified by you. Besides, during the ten thousand years of loneliness, I occasionally long for some warmth.

Since you are about to go back to the time when we first met, I hope your small contribution now can change your impression of me.

My Lord God. "

"Well, this is really hard to refuse."

Blake blinked, and he put his hand on Azshara's delicate and perfect chin, as if stroking a gem. The queen was obviously very confident in her charm, and she did not reject the pirate's caress.

It wasn't until a few seconds later that Blake suddenly became less interested.

He pulled back his finger and said:

"Perhaps it's because the aesthetics of gods are always higher than that of mortals. I think you are beautiful, but, look, I don't have any impulsive desires to vent, so I'm sorry

Please come back. "

"Maybe you like that?"

Azshara blinked.

Under the pirate's gaze, Azshara's skin began to have the alluring scales of when she was a Naga, and the perfect light within the light transformed back into the strange posture of the Queen of the Deep within a few seconds.

Her tentacles dotted with gems and gold rings snaked around Blake's wrists and legs from everywhere, and as her charming face approached the pirate, she whispered in his ear:

"This form is tougher and less fragile. Maybe you don't have to be patient? Well, I noticed it, the fire started burning.

So fiery, so sharp.

With all due respect, you are truly a nasty evil god with unique aesthetics.

Lord Silent One, no wonder you were so cold to me ten thousand years ago. I thought it was just because of Ms. Maiev."

"Has anyone ever told you that you really don't know how to chat, Your Majesty Azshara?"

"So? Is the enraged evil god about to impose divine punishment? You know this is a one-night stand to comfort each other, right? So, you don't need to be so gentlemanly.

I mean, be loose, be rough, my lord. "