Shadow Trails in Azeroth

Miss Maiev didn't know what she was crazy about.

But she did spend a whole night wandering around the depressing city of Suramar with a mysterious Lord Moon Shadow under the terrifying situation of demon invasion.

There is not much difference between Suramar ten thousand years ago and Suramar ten thousand years later. This city seems to be frozen in time. There are many things that happen when pirates take beautiful girls shopping around the lights of the city streets. Talk.

"Did you see that tower? I killed many fallen nobles with one arrow there. The one who was bleeding was so miserable."

“And the flat land beyond the mouth of the river will become an estate in the future, and the bend in front of you will become a coastal port in the future.

It was from there that my ghost ship and I slipped into Suramar's city ward, and our night was fruitful. "

"Sir Yuejun is in charge of the overall situation in the city now, right? He is really an outstanding imperial noble, but his future heirs will not be less generous.

The city would experience oppressive darkness, but would eventually rise again under the leadership of another Lady of Tsukigun. "

"Well, the Waning Moon Tavern! This is one of my favorite taverns. Although I don't really like the wine in it, it doesn't matter. It will become a landmark building of this city in the future.

It's a pity that the tavern owner I know well is not born yet. "

Black took Miss Maiev through the streets. The aura of the Silent One enveloped the two of them, preventing them from being discovered by the soldiers patrolling the city. The magic barriers placed everywhere were also insignificant to them. Meaningless.

He was like a tour guide, telling Miss Maiev the little stories that happened between him and this city of ten thousand years, without taking into account that Maiev herself was born in this city.

In terms of familiarity with Suramar, Miss Maiev is far superior to the pirate Black, but the details in the stories Black tells are more about the future changes of the city.

And the clever Miss Maiev can also understand from the lines of those stories the various stories that this city will experience in the future.

This made this night-long "road-crushing" wandering more interesting.

At first, Black was talking and Maiev was listening. By the end, Maiev was freely discussing the details of the stories with Black.

Until the two of them came to a place that Maiev was very familiar with as dawn was approaching.

Shadowsong's ancestral home.

The place where she and her brother were born and grew up.

It was only then that Miss Maiev realized that the route Blake chose to walk in the city was very subtle, and the last stop without turning back was right here.

"I need a place to stay. It's too inconvenient to stay in the Moon Temple all the time."

The pirate stretched his body and said to Maiev beside him:

"I will live here during this period."

After speaking, he bent down and took out a spare key from under the third flower pot in front of the house under Maiev's surprised gaze. Then he turned back to Maiev and said:

"Have you developed this habit now? Leaving the key at the door is not a good way to prevent theft."

"I've been meaning to ask before, Mr. Black."

Seeing this, Miss Maiev couldn't bear it anymore.

Wearing a moon-white sacrificial robe, she asked in a low voice:

"Why are you so familiar with me? Will I be your friend in the future?"

"You want to know?"

Blake opened the door to Shadowsong's ancestral home as if he were back home. As he pushed the door open and went in, he looked back at Miss Maiev, who nodded.

The pirate curled his lips and said:

"I'm not going to tell you the answer. You have to guess for yourself. The process of finding the answer is half the fun of solving a problem. How can I take away that fun?

Go back, Maiev.

Otherwise Tyrande would have to worry again. I really didn’t expect that the relationship between you two would be so good at this time. Remember to come on time tomorrow night to listen to the story, and think about what you want to wish for.

And, most importantly, what price are you willing to pay for this wish to come true? "

"Like going shopping with you?"

Maiev couldn't help laughing, and the young trainee priestess said:

"I really don't think this kind of companionship can be considered a 'price'. You must be a good person, Mr. Black. It's really interesting that you pretend to be a bad guy and scare people like this."

"Well, you're probably the first pretty girl on the planet to say I'm a good person."

Blake stood at the door of Shadow Song's ancestral home, winked, and said in a strange tone:

"This is probably why so many stories will happen in our future. Continue to maintain the impression that I am a good person, Maiev, I hope you think so, it makes me feel happy.

Late at night.

Go back early. "

"It feels weird that you're saying that to me on my doorstep."

Miss Maiev complained:

"But it is true that it is late at night. You should go to bed early. Mr. Black, we will see you tomorrow. Do you want me to tell Tyrande about God's Chosen? I think she is qualified to know."

"No, you're not ready yet."

Blake shook his head and said:

"Faith, this thing is very important. Let's wait until you find your own faith. If the situation continues, it should be within the next few days."

After saying that, the pirate slammed the door and sent the lady back to the Temple of the Moon, acting like a straight man.

But what Maiev didn't know was that on her way back to the Temple of the Moon, Blake's eyes had always stayed on her. This was protection that spanned space. Anyone who dared to harm her would see the real one for the first time. Dark hell.

In the hall of Shadowsong's ancestral home, a flame lit in the fireplace.

Blake leaned comfortably on the elf-style easy chair, covered his legs with a blanket, and held a wine bottle in his hand like an insomniac old man.

He closed his eyes, and his huge will quickly swept across the entire Elf Empire and even the entire ancient Kalimdor continent under the moonlight. He could feel the obscure and powerful auras following him, patrolling near Suramar.

Those powerful creatures born in ancient times are silently observing this demonic disaster.

He could also feel that the portal opened on the Well of Eternity was like a scorching fire baking the world, with countless demons pouring out of it, and the breath of some "old acquaintances".

"Big Butt has arrived and is sitting in the Well of Eternity. Aker is also approaching the border of the world. The Nasrezim's twenty-five sons are rushing to various battlefields, and their vanguard fleets are trekking among the stars.

Well.

Lord Sargeras, hurry up, hurry up.

Pick up the pace. "

The pirate rocked his chair, and in the warm glow of the fire he whispered:

"Don't keep me waiting too long."

——

Early the next morning, in the Tower of Darkness in Suramar City, the light of teleportation shone brightly under the personal maintenance of the Grand Mage, and Lord Ravencrest strode out of it with murderous intent on the battlefield.

He looked around and said in a deep voice:

"The war on the front line is urgent, Elisande, but you are asking me to leave the battlefield and come here to talk to you in secret at this time. You better have a reasonable reason."

"High Lord, I have two reasons."

The Grand Mage didn't panic at all.

She raised her hand to invite the great lord and Ms. Lan Yue behind him to sit down, and then she said:

"Yesterday's battle scene has shown how difficult the demons are. According to our interrogation of the captured demons, we know that the power of the Burning Legion spreads across the stars. Although it is not ruled out that the demons are telling lies to intimidate us, I still feel that we It is necessary to prepare in advance.”

"You want to run away?"

Ms. Blue Moon asked indifferently, which immediately attracted Elisande's rebuttal. She scolded:

"In your eyes, everyone wants to escape, Lan Yue! I know it makes you sad that your academy was destroyed, but you should at least maintain your sanity as a great arcanist.

Open your eyes and take a look. Just a demon vanguard has caused us to lose many troops. Moreover, those demons are not stupid. They are not afraid of us because they are dormant at this time.

They are just waiting for the arrival of their commanders, those high-level beings called big demons, to counter our decapitation tactics.

We don’t have much time left!

Are you sure you want to waste it on boring arguments? "

Seeing that his two lieutenants were about to quarrel, the great lord slammed the table and scolded:

"Now is not the time to quarrel! Elisande, please speak politely, and Lan Yue, please also suppress your anger. We need to unite now."

The two great arcanists saw the great lord getting angry, and then they calmed down.

The Grand Magister shook her head. She took out a blueprint from the prepared box and handed it to Lord Ravencrest, spreading it out. Although the Lord was an upper elf, he was not proficient in magic. He could only draw it from A complex magical device can be seen on the drawing, but Dean Lan Yue knows what he is good at.

She could tell at a glance that the drawing represented a new magic well. She looked at Elisande in surprise and said:

"Are the rumors circulating among mages before true? Azshara really plans to set up a small magic well in Suramar?"

"Yeah, it's true."

Elisande said frankly:

"This matter was originally supposed to be handed over to the court mages. I was just an overseer. However, due to preparations for the demonic invasion, the queen transferred the court mages back to Zin-Azshari, and the construction of the 'Nightwell' was suspended. .

However, the preparations for this magic well have been completed, and now it is only necessary to send the mysterious Pillar of Creation to the bottom of the magic well to activate it.

This is the first thing I asked the High Lord to discuss when he came back.

The defensive perimeter of the Great Temple cannot be defended. I believe the Great Lord can see this. Once the great demons arrive on the battlefield, once the demons start a general attack, the defense line will collapse in a short time.

This is not my intention to undermine our morale, I am just telling the truth. "

Ravencase didn't answer, but he didn't deny it either. He just frowned and looked at the drawings in front of him. After a few seconds, he raised his head and said:

"So, Elisande, you must have a solution? You are not a mediocre person who only asks questions."

"Of course I am not, High Lord."

The Grand Magister laughed a few times, pointed at the drawing and said:

"I want to complete it, and I need Ms. Elya Blue Moon to help me. Only our two great arcanists can complete this task within a few days.

As long as the Nightwell is established, it can create a thick barrier surrounding the city in Suramar. I believe that the demons will not be able to break through it in the short term.

In this way, the anti-magic coalition forces will have a stable base.

At the same time, fellow elves everywhere also have a safe haven. News has been sent to Elrethalas, Sundara City and other small cities that the demons are not just attacking Suramar.

They are in full bloom and there are demons everywhere.

Now that Zin-Azshari has fallen, only the city of Suramar has enough power to shelter the homeless refugees. "

"That's a good idea."

The great lord nodded, he closed his eyes and thought, and then said:

"Suramar is only separated from Highmountain and Val'sharah by a mountain. If Suramar becomes the base camp of the anti-magic alliance, Black Crow Castle and the legions in other areas will have a stable place to supply and rest. The three Being united is enough to allow us to survive the devil's attack longer.

But you can’t win with passive defense!

And we must buy time for Suramar to build the magic well. With our current military strength, I'm afraid."

"This is the second thing I want to say, Lord."

Ms. Elisande waved to the magic swordsman guarding the door.

After a while, two young elves were invited in. One of them was the newly awakened Moon Guard Illidan Stormrage, and the other was a young man wearing the armor of the Suramar City Guard.

Lord Ravencrest looked at the two of them doubtfully and said:

"Illidan, this person beside you"

"The High Lord, his name is Jarod Shadowsong. He is a soldier of the City Guards. He is also a true warrior and an excellent commander. It was he who helped us rescue those from Xin from the Demonic Forward. Azali’s refugees.”

Illidan Stormrage paid the high lord the elven courtesy.

He said seriously:

"I was about to recommend this talent to you. You need an excellent commander like him. In addition, Jarod has made a very bold military proposal for our current situation.

I hope you will listen. "

"Oh? A military suggestion, interesting."

Lord Ravencrest inherited the arrogance of the upper elf, and originally he would not pay much attention to soldiers from the lower class like Jarod.

But Illidan Stormrage was a young man he was very optimistic about. He felt that Illidan would be able to achieve great things in the future. There must be something unique about the young man who could be praised so much by Illidan.

Therefore, the great lord put away his arrogance, sat on the chair and looked at Jarod, which made the young Jarod very nervous.

He was even speechless until that weird voice sounded in his ears again.

"Why are you nervous? You look like this, you really embarrass the Shadowsong family! You have to behave decently in front of the big boss, you little idiot, tell me the brilliant idea in your mind.

I'm sure that Ravencrest will give you enough space to display your talents. Believe me, this highborne is the only one besides Azshara and Dean Blue Moon that I look at in a different light.

Say it, don't be afraid. "

Under the scolding of that weird voice, Jarod's heart strangely calmed down. He coughed a few times, showed the courtesy of a soldier to the high lord, and then said eloquently:

"Your Majesty the Great Lord, I also participated in yesterday's battle. I killed a demon with my own hands, but during the battle, I saw the powerful power of the alien emperor's demigod guard, which gave me an idea. "

"You mean, the stick-wielding monkey?"

Ravencase recalled yesterday's battle, nodded and said:

"That monkey is really powerful. If it hadn't cut off the rear, we would have lost at least two elite cavalry. But the monkey seems to be very naughty. It refused my reward and was not even willing to live in the same camp with us."

"That's just the Monkey King's character, Lord, and that's not the point."

Jarod said seriously:

"Maybe it's because I'm more attached to it. I talked to it after the war, and I asked it if there were any demigods as powerful as it in this world.

The Monkey King gave a definite answer, and it told me an important message.

The great lord, the Monkey King, said that demigods and demigods are attracted to each other. He told me that our battle with the devil has actually attracted the attention of many wilderness demigods who are as powerful as it, or even stronger than it. .

Those mysterious creatures wander in the mountains and forests on the edge of Suramar, and there are many of them. My thought is, if we can get their help."

"Are you sure those mysterious and powerful demigods really exist?"

The high lord already understood what Jarod meant.

He leaned forward and looked at Jarod, and said in a serious tone:

"Are you sure you can persuade them to help us?"

"I"

Jarod wanted to be humble, but the voice in his ears sounded again, so his answer changed in his astonished perception:

"Yes, High Lord, I am sure! Please leave this matter to me."