Shadow Trails in Azeroth

While the fledgling Brother Stormrage was being questioned by the demigods, in the Shadowsong ancestral home in Suramar City, a warm and beating fire lit up from the fireplace, and Miss Maiev stood up with some disappointment and prepared to go back to the Temple of the Moon.

Half an hour had passed since the agreed story time, but she hadn't seen Mr. Black yet.

There may be no stories to listen to tonight.

Although I don't know why, Miss Maiev, who arrived on time, felt slightly disappointed when she failed to see the voice that could calm people's hearts.

As the clouds of war in Suramar City become heavier and heavier, and I don’t know when it started, the story of this night seems to have become a necessary part of life.

At least while Miss Maiev was listening to the story, she could temporarily forget the plight of the wounded who were constantly being sent back to the city from the front lines.

Although the city administrators have been claiming that the elven resistance is superior, as healers at the rear, Maiev and her sisters can easily distinguish the increasingly cruel frontline situation from the number of wounded soldiers.

It is said that the demon army is standing still on the Suramar Plains, but the brutal battles outside the battlefield have never stopped.

But just as Miss Maiev turned around and left thoughtfully, as the shadow swayed, the gentle voice sounded behind her.

"Sorry, something happened, I'm late."

Blake patted the non-existent dust on his body and sat on a chair by the fireplace. In the peaceful atmosphere of the dark hall illuminated by the warm firelight, he took out a bottle of wine and poured it into two glasses, and then turned to Mary who turned around. Wei said:

"As compensation, I will tell you two stories tonight, about a pair of brothers and the girl they both love. These are very good stories."

"Then can I make two wishes?"

Miss Maiev turned around and showed a sly smile, which made the pirate laugh. He handed a glass of wine to the trainee priest and said:

“You are too greedy, this is not the virtue taught by the Moon God.

But I feel that you are uneasy, maybe I can help you make a prediction. You know, besides being a storyteller, a handsome and successful pirate, a moon god, and a mysterious time traveler, I'm also a good prophet. "

"OK."

Maiev did not reject the offer.

But she refused the wine offered by Black. As a priest, she should not enjoy such an addictive liquid, let alone at this moment of war.

Time passed by little by little, as if it was midnight in the blink of an eye. Blake stopped talking, poured the last sip of wine into his mouth, and looked back. Maiev had fallen asleep on the chair by the fireplace.

She must be tired.

Although Blake didn't pay much attention to the situation in the city, he knew that the Moon Temple in the city was definitely very busy in the past two days without even guessing.

As the only healing profession currently existing in elven society, one can imagine the pressure that the Moon Priests are under during this time of war.

Seeing that Maiev was sleeping so soundly, the pirate grinned a weird smile. Being able to sleep so calmly in front of a strange man probably proved that the young Miss Shadowsong had regarded Black as someone she could trust.

This seems to fully prove Blake's "charm". After all, he did not use the power of the void to interfere with Maiev's thoughts. This was Miss Shadowsong's own choice.

"Who else dares to say that I am a man who doesn't know how to be charming?"

Blake stood up, murmured something in a low voice, then picked up the blanket from the edge of the chair and gently covered Maiev. He wanted to lean over and kiss the girl's cheek, but ultimately did not do so.

When dealing with an innocent girl, nothing good will come of being too hasty.

But the embarrassing thing is that Maiev's sleep makes the pirate free again. As a void god, he no longer needs sleep to replenish his energy.

Now the Stormrage Brothers, Jarod, Ravencrest, Huon Highmountain and other important figures are also advancing according to his ideas. In order to ensure that they are not discovered by interested people in the other world, pirates must in this era Maintain a minimal involvement.

"Would you like to take a tour of Zin-Azshari?"

Blake thought.

But he quickly rejected this idea. The elven capital has now become a demon den, and Azshara and the Defiler who just passed through are sitting there.

Although I wasn’t worried about being exposed, it would be pointless if I just walked around and looked at the scenery.

Now is the early stage of the Ancient War, and the war between the parties is only brewing. There is still some time before the arrival of Sargeras, and Black does not want to alert the enemy.

It's better to stay here with Maiev.

The Pirate Pirate lay back on the chair without any psychological burden, picked up a book of the Elf Empire's scenery and started reading it, but a few minutes later, Black felt a certain presence approaching from the nearby streets.

"Another night meeting with a lady. I don't know if it was an illusion. Lord Quiet One's popularity with women suddenly improved."

He grinned and disappeared into the room. When he reappeared, he was standing in the shadow of the approaching person like a ghost.

"My dear Dean Lanyue, why are you running around at night without rest?"

Black whispered to the hooded elf archmage in front of him:

"Don't you think the double pressure of assisting Lord Ravencrest with military affairs during the day and doing magic test papers at night to increase your knowledge doesn't consume your energy?

We made an agreement when we separated last time. In order not to cause any trouble in our fate, we should maintain a minimum amount of contact. "

"I came here for something."

Ms. Alya Blue Moon shook her head. She ignored the complaints of her mysterious disciple. On the quiet street at night, she turned back to Black and said:

"I have been following your advice to join in this necessary war, but things have changed, and I feel the need to talk to you. About Suramar, about Elisande."

"What happened to her?"

Blake asked in surprise:

"Does the Grand Magister want to surrender to the enemy? She won't be so naive when she has already made substantial hostility to Queen Azshara."

"No one can guess what Elisande is thinking, but I found that she is definitely planning something secretly."

Dean Lan Yue said seriously:

"The two suggestions she made to Ravencase seemed quite normal on the surface, but I found some time today to take a look at the main body of the Nightwell, which had been pushed to the final stage, and found some clues.

Some of the magic runes aren't working quite right, Blake.

Elisande said that she was going to set up Suramar as a logistics base for the resistance, but she held back. The Archmage left some 'backdoors' in the Nightwell.

If she wanted to, she could use the powerful magic of the Nightwell to completely seal off the city.

This makes me feel worried. Perhaps Elisande and us are not of the same mind. She was only forced by the current situation to stand with us to resist Azshara's tyranny.

But whenever she has the chance, she will withdraw from this war. She is fighting against the snipe and the clam. To be honest, I am not very relieved to leave our retreat in the hands of such a person. "

Speaking of this, the young Dean Lanyue glanced at Blake and said:

"I haven't told Ravencase about this yet. After all, I don't have evidence in my hand. My reason tells me that I'd better talk to you. Maybe I can get the answer from you."

"I am deeply honored to be so trusted by you, my dear Dean."

Blake grinned and said to the worried Dean Blue Moon:

"But my opinion on the matter is to let her be. Remember the prophecy I gave you on the night Azsuna was destroyed? The key to this war is not winning, but time.

You participated in the previous battle in the Grand Temple, and you saw the power of the Burning Legion with your own eyes. A wise spellcaster like you wouldn't really think that our chances of winning will get better and better after the war is prolonged, right?

Suramar was just the place where the war began, but the city was not where the disaster ended.

Whether we want it or not, we must go to Zin Azshari to face the originator of all disasters, the proud Queen Azshara who sits on the throne.

Your personal grudges with her, my personal grudges with her, and how to destroy the portal on the Well of Eternity and shatter her dark illusions can all be completed in that city. "

The pirate reached out and patted the dean on the shoulder, and he comforted in a low voice:

"As for Suramar, this city has its destiny, just like each of us has our own destiny, there is no need to interfere or force it.

You don't have to trust Elisande's character, but you have to believe in her cunning. Before the victory of the Suramar War, the Grand Magister will firmly support Lord Ravencrest.

She knows exactly what it takes to achieve a snipe-clam situation, and she will be our strongest ally until the turning point comes.

As for letting her be after victory.

At least I never expect the ambitious Grand Magister to completely surrender his loyalty to someone.

That's not realistic. "

"So, the crux of the matter lies in the Well of Eternity."

Dean Lanyue narrowed his eyes.

The thick dark circles under her crystal glasses meant that she had not gotten a good rest these days, but the aura of indifference lingering around this lady at this time represented the anger burning in her heart.

She glanced at Blake and said:

"We are ultimately going to destroy the magic well that brought prosperity to the Elven Empire, right?"

"You are such a smart lady."

The pirate said implicitly:

"The destruction of the Well of Eternity will trigger a catastrophe that will be the twilight of the Empire, but we must make up our minds if we must do so to prevent a mad king from dedicating the world to a dark god."

"I am extremely looking forward to that day, my future disciple."

The worries in Ms. Lan Yue's heart were soothed. She took a deep breath, clenched her fists in the long sleeves of her robe, and said:

"Azshara ruthlessly destroyed what I loved. She took away my hope and made me suffer. I will crush her ambition and let her taste my pain.

Thank you, Blake.

Thank you for giving me a chance to be an Avenger. "

"Protect Lord Ravencrest, my mentor."

Blake reminded:

“Once we are lucky enough to win the battle with Suramar, Lord Ravencrest, as the leader of the resistance, will definitely become a thorn in Queen Azshara’s side.

She will stop at nothing to kill the leader of the resistance.

That would be a terrible catastrophe for the coalition forces. "

"I will, Black, my disciple."

Dean Lanyue nodded and said:

"I will try my best to do anything that can make Azshara suffer, not to mention Ravencrest is an old friend of mine. I will not sit back and watch him be harmed by conspirators.

I think this is probably the reason why you saved me from the fate of death. I have my responsibilities that I must shoulder. "

"Well, yes, that's what I think, mentor."

Blake blinked, grinned, and said:

"It's late at night, you should have a good rest. Of course, I hope you have brought the magic test papers you completed in the past two days, so we can take some time to check your progress.

After all, for spellcasters, knowledge is our power. "

"I brought it."

Dean Lanyue shrugged and took out a thick stack of test papers from her luggage. She pushed up her glasses and said:

"There are still a few questions that I don't quite understand. Maybe I need to take up some of your time to explain these obscure and novel magic theories to me."

"Of course, of course, as you can see, I'm very free."

The pirate sighed and said:

"In an era where a lot of things are destined to happen and I can only fine-tune the direction of events on a small scale, as a prophet, I have a lot of time to answer your questions.

So, let's look at this question.

Regarding the technique of using pure magic power to take on the ionic state in a time-accelerated state, to understand this theory, you must first master time-acceleration magic.

I remember I analyzed the spell model of this magic to you in my dream the day before yesterday. "

"I have mastered this spell, but I am not very proficient yet. Do you need me to demonstrate it to you and then let you point out my mistakes?"

"Well, okay, let's find a safer place first, mentor, lest the magic power goes out of control and blow up the whole street. I can adjust your mental state for you by the way.

You look terrible and look very tired.

You need to rest, even if it's just for a few minutes. "

——

"Well, the Well of Eternity! The shocking power."

In Zin-Azshari's gorgeous palace, Archimonde the Defiler, who had just crossed the evil portal to Azeroth, was standing on the edge of the Well of Eternity. The blue-skinned eredar demon opened his arms. Arms, as if to embrace this miraculous thing that bursts with energy from the heart of the world.

The Defiler admired the rare and supreme thing among the stars in front of him. Behind him, a large number of eredar wizards took over the tired upper elf spellcasters and continued to expand the energy supply from the Well of Eternity. The Devil's Gate causes it to continuously expand in the material world, forming a huge rotating reflection like a hill.

"The Supreme Master is approaching this world. He hopes to see a completely surrendered star soul. We must achieve this great victory for Him!

Work harder, you losers!

Expand the portal and launch your master's legions into the world. "

The big blue man scolded the eredar wizards under his command. Its roar made the entire Zin-Azshari tremble, and even the feeble upper elves showed fearful expressions amid the surrender of all demons.

As spellcasters, they have never seen an alien creature as powerful as the Defiler. The supreme power possessed by the great demon seems to represent the generosity and majesty of the Lord of the Legion.

This made many high-level elves who had completely surrendered eager to look forward to it, but it also made many nobles in the palace look at this scene worried.

However, the owner of this gorgeous palace did not care about the arrival of the big devil.

On the high dome of the Elven Court, Queen Azshara was still leaning on her royal chariot in an elegant and relaxed posture. This proud ruler with unparalleled manners didn't even bother to focus on Archimonde. .

She just stared at the growing portal in front of her, and her amber eyes could see the majestic burning figure in the reflection of the rotating stars.

She could feel the power of the dark gods, and it fascinated her.

However, the Queen also had her own troubles before meeting the God of Darkness. She looked at the demons walking around, put the golden goblet in the hands of the maid next to her, stood up, walked to the edge of the platform, and said to Archimonde :

"Defiler, your master promised to shape this world into a perfect paradise for the Highborne, and you and your fellow demons declared that no one in this world could withstand the power of the Legion.

But unfortunately, you received a failure.

My less-than-wise subjects beat up your vanguard, which frankly disappoints me. If this is the power of the 'invincible' legion, then maybe I should reconsider my cooperation with you. "

The arrogant queen snorted disdainfully. She looked at Archimonde and said in a frivolous and majestic tone:

"Come on, convince me, Defiler, and convince me to continue supporting your demons as they roam my land. If you don't do what you promise,

I don't mind getting my hands dirty. "

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