Shadow Trails in Azeroth

In the cabin of the Nagfar, the fear lord Mephistros with beautiful blue wings wrapped the silent elf sword Salamani in a shadow cloth that could block the breath.

It had completed its mission, but it didn't leave immediately.

Instead, he was seriously thinking about the "career advice" from Lord Silence. As Black said, it would be really difficult for a Nasrezim who was completely socialized to stand up in the cunning Dread Lord society.

Almost all the Dreadlords it knows and doesn't know laugh at it about its bad past failures.

This kind of blow to reputation and soul is secondary. The real trouble is that although their creator, Emperor Denathrius, was very generous to Blake, it was based on Blake's never failing.

Emperor Denathrius was a ruler who hated failure very much. Unless the failure of his subordinates was part of his evil plan, the emperor was never tolerant of losers.

According to the inside information that Mephistros spent a lot of money to obtain, after the Shadow Realm has been down due to the attack on the Eternal Arbiter, which has plunged the entire Kingdom of Death into substantial chaos, the Great Emperor is already deploying elite Dreadlords to return to the Shadow Realm to prepare for matter.

But unfortunately, as the third lord, Mephistros was not recruited.

This means a terrible reality.

It was strategically abandoned.

Although he was still nominally responsible for the Emperor's infiltration into the material world, how could the current situation be hidden from Nasrezim, who was known for his cunning?

It has lost ground.

Perhaps after a while, its title of fear lord will be snatched away, and then it will be kicked into a corner, and die with a group of lowly creatures waiting for destruction.

This is not the future an ambitious Dread Lord wants to see.

Therefore, the solicitation from Black at this time made Mephistros somewhat moved.

Although all its misfortunes came from the bastard pirate in front of it, even though the god in front of it was not particular at all, even though he was a slutty bastard who had promiscuous relationships with men and women and indulged in stupid alcoholic drinks.

But it has to be said that Black is indeed very cunning and vicious, and no one knows Black's potential better than Mephistopheles.

After all, it can personally deal with Blake's inner demons.

Rationally speaking, if one strips away the glorious title of Denathrius the Great as the creator of the Nathrezim, at least in Mephistros's mind, it feels that Black might be even better than the Emperor in terms of conspiracy and conspiracy.

Serving such an evil god is indeed a promising future.

However, the only hidden danger that prevented Mephistros from making up his mind to change his already precarious career path could not be ignored. It thought for several minutes, then raised its head and said to Black:

"You know, Lord Silent One, even if I devote my mind to you, I still cannot refuse the order from Emperor Denathrius.

He is our Creator and it is impossible for us to deviate from His will. "

"That's not a problem, my dear Third Lord."

Blake waved his hand and dropped the empty wine glass on the table. He said:

"I will impose a mental mystery on you that even Emperor Denathrius cannot unlock. I am very good at this. Then when my order goes against His will or you are about to be discovered as a traitor, that mystery will will start to turn you into a complete fool and idiot.

I can guarantee that Denathrius will never be able to find any damn clues in your brain that is jumbled into a mosaic by the void truth.

So, I mean, you better be smart.

Don't put yourself in a heck of a dilemma where you have to choose between two options, and don't go to Nasriya Fort if you have nothing to do. If you get caught, you'll probably end up miserable. "

"Dry!"

The Dread Lord screamed and cursed:

"What's the difference between this and me paying you to work? I bear all the risks and no benefits at all. Shouldn't you promise me a bright future at this time?"

Do you know how to do business, you bastard? "

"A bright future? Hey, that's what I only use when I'm lying to people. Are you really sure you want to hear it?"

The pirate glanced at it and said:

"Besides, can't you figure this out by yourself? Do you need me to say it? How about I call my contracted Dread Demon Lord Jin Teisha over now and sleep with you tonight to show you what it means? A bright future?"

"Don't! I can't bear that woman. I'd better leave it to the great Lord Silence."

The fear devil laughed evilly. It did not hesitate for long, and opened its evil heart to the pirates' gaze. It said:

"I know that you will not cooperate with the emperor for a long time, especially when I heard that the emperor used tricks to bring your beloved woman into his castle, I knew something was wrong.

The Emperor may have hoped to use this method to control you, but he overlooked one thing, that is, everyone who wanted to control you before had no good end.

You are a mad dog!

Blake, no chain can be tied around your neck, and anyone who tries will lose their hands and possibly their lives.

To be honest, whenever I think about the fight between you and the Great Emperor, I feel sad and bleak about the future. Although it is a bit rebellious to say this, I really don’t think that the Great Emperor can surpass you in terms of shamelessness and viciousness.

You may be the final winner.

The survival principle of Nasrezim has always been to make friends with winners. Anyway, I can't survive there, so I might as well give it a try and regard it as investing in the future.

Say it.

Tell me, Lord Silent One, what do you need your loyal servant to do for you? "

"First go to the dark star field of the stars, find the Eredar people who have fled in panic, and send them a letter of surrender for one of my employers. What I mean is, personally send this invitation to your old superior. .”

Blake casually took out a Stone of Truth that recorded certain information from the tide of the Sunless Sea, and threw it to the Dread Lord, who had been chained to the mind.

He said:

"After completing this matter, return to Azeroth, assist Tichondrius on the side of the Undead Scourge, 'monitor' the Lich King and his army of death, and be ready to start a war to harvest souls in the material world for the Great Emperor's cause.

That’s all for now.

If there is anything else, I will tell you again.

Do not be ashamed of your betrayal, my dear Mephistros, Emperor Denathrius has enslaved you for countless epochs in the name of the Creator.

You should learn to fight for freedom, even though you are a bunch of bastards who are afraid of chaos in the world.

But chop suey also has the freedom of chop suey.

Go ahead.

Dedicate yourself to a great cause. "

Black waved his hand, and the third lord who made a weird laugh flapped his blue wings and disappeared into the shadow of the captain's cabin. The pirate walked to the cabin window in black pajamas.

He looked at the silent coast under the dark night in front of him and the huge building complex of the entire Nathalas Academy, as well as the brilliance of the Well of Destiny that bloomed brightly in the dark night.

A bright white moon hung in the sky. When Blake looked at it, the moonlight dimmed little by little as if shy.

Well, it's getting late, it's time to rest.

Blake yawned, closed the window and lay back on the bed.

Maiev's spirit of vengeance appeared next to Black. The pirate stared at her and reached out to touch her face. With the activation of the newly obtained N'zoth's anima, the dim spirit of vengeance in front of him collapsed like quicksand. In place.

He appeared in the pirate's spiritual world again and was designated by Blake as his spiritual guardian. With her protecting Blake's sad heart, he might have a good dream tonight.

Blake fell asleep.

The Quiet One does not want to be disturbed, so the whole world becomes quiet.

——

"I have adjusted the Eye of Aman'Thul to a suitable point in time. According to your request, I have adjusted your timeline so that you can stay there for twice as long when you enter ten thousand years ago. "

At noon the next day, in the hall at the bottom of the Well of Destiny, Blake held Sephiel in his arms as he bid farewell to him. The two of them touched their foreheads and enjoyed the last quiet time.

But Aman'Thul, the King of the Gods, is a lookless guy. The Titan King is chattering to Blake about the points that need to be paid attention to during this long journey.

He pointed at the time artifact that rotated at an unusual frequency and told Blake:

"It will send you to before the outbreak of the ancient war. You will stay there for about thirty days. When the time is up, you will be pulled back to noon fifteen days from the current moment.

This is the longest scale that you, as a god, can stay in for a period of time without destroying the integrity of the timeline. "

"anything else?"

Blake let go of Sephiel, who was reluctant to leave. He looked at Aman'Thul, who had a serious face, and said:

"Is there anything else I need to pay attention to?"

"have."

The King of Gods said seriously:

"Use your godhead power as little as possible. The time network of Azeroth is shaped by my godhead. You cannot use the same level of power to collide with it. This will cause serious consequences.

The mildest one is that you are lost in a completely broken network of time, and it may take tens of thousands of years to find your way back to this timeline.

Secondly, you should minimize the intersection with important people on the timeline as much as possible.

But your situation is special.

You are traveling back in time based on a circle of destiny. That past time is the conceptual 'future' for you, so your changes to the timeline will not be as serious as other people's changes.

However, I still hope that you will minimize the interference with other destinies as much as possible. The 'butterfly effect' on the timeline is very scary. As a prophet, you should know this very well. "

Blake blinked, turned back to Sephiel and said:

"So me going to the past can also be said to be 'back to the future'? Well, this is a really tough concept. Also, let me make sure.

I can't knock Tyrande unconscious and stuff him into Illidan's bed and pour them two love potions, right? "

"Well, you'd better not do that, Captain."

Sephiel said in a difficult tone:

"That will lead to, well, terrible consequences, such as the inexplicable appearance of a traitor, Tyrande, the Moon Priest Malfurion and the Archdruid Illidan.

This is just too confusing. "

"Oh, it's a pity that I still have a few bottles of potions with me. It's such a pity. Forget it, I understand, what else?"

Black sighed regretfully and looked at the King of Gods again. Aman'Thul touched his white beard, and a look of seriousness appeared in his eyes that reflected the sea of ​​stars.

He said:

"I know the complicated relationship between you and Maiev Shadowsong, but you can no longer reverse Maiev's fate like you did during the Battle of Argus.

She is another link in the circle of destiny. It is no exaggeration to say that she is the pillar of your destiny. Once her destiny is reversed, you may disappear on the spot.

Take no chances, Silent One, even gods cannot violate the foundation of their existence. "

"I wouldn't do that."

The pirate assured him, and then asked:

"After I come back, this circle of destiny"

"It will be untied."

Aman'Thul nodded and said:

"Maiev's destiny in the future has been bound by the Shadow Realm, and the Death Force can withstand the impact when the Circle of Destiny is unraveled, so you don't have to worry about your wife.

Most importantly, you complete your meeting with Sargeras.

I don't know what you want to talk about, but if you think it's worth the risk, there's not much we can do but support you.

Finally, Quiet One, I wish you a pleasant journey.

Also, don't pay attention to Norgannon's petty actions, we don't mean any harm. "

"Ha, I have forgiven you, don't be afraid, Titans."

Blake grinned, changed his Luna armor into a traveler's outfit, and pulled up the black hood to cover his face and eyes.

He waved his hand and took out his Pantheon emblem and tied it on a dog chain, then called for his pet. When Drake lowered his head, shaking his head, he put the dog chain around his neck.

This was not over yet. Under Aman'Thul's stunned gaze, he took out the mark of sin that led to the Holy Land of the Firstborn and threw it on Drake.

"Emperor Denathrius is a cautious man. At the final moment of the victory of this conspiracy, he will definitely pay attention to my traces. Naturally, I cannot take this important thing with me."

The pirate casually threw a "Super Sheep Transformation Technique" to twist the appearance of the Dragon King Devourer into his own.

Drake was already his backup of will, and now with the blessing of the Pantheon emblem and the mark of sin, it is no different from Blake in terms of breath.

Seeing Drake in his human form bowing to him politely and saying goodbye, the stinky pirate laughed and said to his pet:

"Protect the guys I care about. I'll be back soon. When Emperor Denathrius sends people to find you, ignore him and just say that you have something to do.

If that doesn't work, just fight Norgannon.

The ill-natured Eternals will enjoy this kind of cannibalism drama. "

After saying that, Blake stepped into the Eye of Aman'Thul, which began to spin. He looked back at Sephiel, whose face was full of tears, and blew a kiss gently and sluttishly.

The next moment, under the personal control of the King of Gods, the time artifact began to rotate rapidly, causing the pirate's figure to disappear into the flow of time.

"Quack! Quack!"

Noisy cries rang out in the hall at the bottom of the Well of Destiny. The little fishman running along the way panted and watched Black disappear into time. With a roar, it rushed towards the time travel that was starting.

Aman'Thul wanted to stop it but was blocked for a moment by the Mystery Box thrown by the little murloc, causing Benbol to pinch his nose and jump into the turbulent timeline like diving.

At its last moments, it was still making faces at the King of the Gods.

What a hateful little fool.

"It was disturbed"

Aman'Thul immediately stepped forward to check, and said to Sephiel, who looked nervous:

"But don't worry, the timestamp is still accurate, it's just a slight change in the position of the space. This is not a problem for a god.

But maybe this sudden accident was also destined? "