Shadow Trails in Azeroth

It is very difficult to convince a person with severe sociophobia and autism to enter a city with millions of people. Even Blake, who is so eloquent and calls himself the "Devil of a Thousand Tongues", almost ran out of saliva. Couldn't accomplish this feat.

After all his persuasion, Master Maitri, who was used to being alone, reluctantly agreed to go to Suramar, but he only waited in the woods on the border of the plains to ask the pirates to bring his disciple Elya Blue Moon to him. bring it here.

And he was really busy, so he only had an hour left for Black and Dean Blue Moon.

"I said you are also very strange. You obviously want to help your compatriots, but you have to act in secret."

In the border woods of Suramar, Black complained very familiarly:

"When they were fighting just now, I was still wondering why the devil's support came so slowly. I thought it was because the portal at the Well of Eternity was not very powerful. But after seeing you, I realized that you had secretly blocked it. Demonic mass teleportation, right?”

"That's hard."

Merritt, who was wearing a mask and covering himself tightly, whispered:

"Blocking the influence of evil energy on space is also a very unfamiliar field to me. I once tried to detonate the portal on the Well of Eternity from a long distance, but found that the portal was protected by the will of a dark god.

There is no way to destroy it individually. The war came so suddenly. I wanted to help but didn't know where to start. I could only do some trivial tasks, which made me feel guilty. "

"A side job? A small job? You are too humble. If I didn't know your true situation, I would have thought that my ancestor was a bullshit. Your modesty is almost hypocritical."

The pirate complained:

"Without your interference, the number of demons gathered in the Suramar Plains would have been at least one-third greater. In that case, Ravencrest and his rebels would not have been able to wait for the wilderness demigods and dragons to come to their aid.

You are already a clear example of using your personal power to turn the tide of the war. My ancestor, to be honest, I really don’t understand why you are always so unconfident?

Do you seem to feel guilty about the praise of others and always feel that your achievements were ‘stolen’? "

"Because it really wasn't my work, Black."

Hearing the pirate talk about this problem, the Hermit sighed. He raised his hand and let the magic of the arcane elements dance into a dazzling stream of light on his fingertips.

He was silent for several seconds, and then looked at the city of Suramar with the rising purple barrier in the distance and the dragons flying in the sky. He said softly:

"I feel guilty about facing the world because it's not my nature."

As soon as he spoke, he felt the strange gaze of his disciple beside him, which made the old hermit very embarrassed. Under Blake's faint gaze, he changed his words:

“Well, it’s true that I haven’t liked interacting with other people since I was a child. I prefer to stay alone in a quiet forest and daze. I still remember that when I was a child, my parents took me to the Moon Temple in Val’sharah to ask the priest for medical treatment.

The priests said that I was an insecure child, and I had been that way since I was a child. Being in contact with other people made me extremely stressed. In your words, my "social fear" is innate, but choosing the path of hiding is my own choice.

Because I did ‘steal’ something.

this! "

He raised his left hand.

The purer arcane magic gathered in the palm of his hand and turned into a white light beating energy ball that rotated around his slender fingers, like a magic trick for children.

He said to Blake beside him:

"I wanted to continue my studies after I became a formal mage through self-study, but my nature made me resist going to those unfamiliar mage towers or colleges. After my parents passed away, I embarked on the road of travel.

Perhaps I was lucky. I met a drunk and lost blue dragon in the mountains near Zin Azshara. I talked with it a lot and learned about the existence of 'Alunes' from the blue dragon's sleep talk. .

I spent a lot of time establishing a connection with this strange life, and spent another hundred years summoning it to the material world and signing a contract with it.

Since then, I have become stronger.

But Black, this knowledge that leads to power and truth was 'stolen' from the blue dragons. It was their secret but I learned it through dishonorable means.

All my achievements and my strength come from those dishonorable means. In this way, I am not qualified to stand with those masters who are doing research down-to-earth.

Also, I am a deviant.

What I study is incompatible with the theories of this era. I never use the magic of the Well of Eternity. I feel that the power from the Heart of the World has been abused, and squandering those magic will make this sleeping world weak.

Therefore I am a ‘freak’ in the eyes of others.

After being bound to Alunes for a long time, my elemental friends have become my source of strength. Without Alunes, I might just be an ordinary third-rate spellcaster.

I'll be honest with you, Blake, I do lack confidence in my magical abilities.

Maybe I was used to living alone in seclusion at first, but later I felt that it was a good life to walk around the world without any worries. In the end, I became more and more resistant to integrating into this era that seemed prosperous but was actually deformed.

The encounter with Little Lanyue was an accident.

But I admit that it was the best time in my lonely life. Until Queen Azshara's recruitment was delivered to me, I realized that I had to face the kind of life that I resisted again, so I hit the road again. "

At this point, Maitri let out a light laugh behind his mask.

He said:

"But I really didn't expect that Little Lanyue would take my parting joke so seriously. She really established a magic academy and carried it forward.

I have to say, this actually makes me feel proud. "

"With all due respect, Master, you are a negative example of not taking medicine when you are sick, which makes your condition worse and worse. You cannot stop taking medicine."

The pirate couldn't help but complain:

“Just when you feel you’re fine being alone, it’s time to realize that your mentality is heading down the path of autism.

Human beings are social, and the consequences of being disconnected from the world for a long time are not good.

Of course, you are a special case. Your spiritual life is so rich and you have many stories to share with yourself, which allows you to resist the world and choose to be alone.

But to be honest, even without Alunes, your spell-casting skills are still the pinnacle of this era and even this world. You may not know it, but ten thousand years later, a talented female mage will learn from your handwriting Li learned of the existence of Alunes.

She is a demigod.

But even so, she was unable to achieve the feat you accomplished alone. She summoned Alunes but was unable to sign a friendly contract with the ancient elements like you.

In fact, after you, the stubborn Aluneth never obeyed anyone again.

You are a genius.

An out-and-out genius is not a freak as those idiots say. They are just jealous of your talent, so they use obscene language to insult you. If you look at them even more, it means that our Nathalas Academy has lost.

But that's the price of being a genius.

Your skills and knowledge built the foundation of the magic system for the next era after the fall of the Elf Empire. Where I come from, the children who entered the magic academy in their first class listened to your stories and learned to write your name.

Your brilliance will not be buried by time, nor will it be forgotten by the world. "

Blake's words caused Maitri to fall into a long silence. After a few minutes, the spellcasting master let out a sigh of relief. His tone became gentler, but he still did not choose to take off his mask.

He whispered:

"That will happen ten thousand years later. Let it continue to be spread ten thousand years later. I just feel that I am doing well as I am now. You don't need to persuade me anymore, Black.

Go pick up Lan Yue.

I can't stay here long. "

He put his hand on Blake's shoulder, patted it, and said softly:

"Suramar is lucky to have you guarding it in secret, but other elven city-states do not have a god who will protect them ten thousand years later. Demons are attacking everywhere. Since I have the power, I must shoulder my responsibilities.

I don't expect applause, nor do I want to sing praises. I just use my own way to protect this world that treats me pretty well.

Thank you for your enlightenment, disciple of my disciples.

But the wanton lifestyle you mentioned is not suitable for me. Not everyone is suitable to stand in front of everyone. "

"Well, strong people have many quirks. I understand this very well."

The pirate winked, turned around and jumped into the void rift without saying anything more, but a second later, he poked his head out of the shadow in front of Maitri's eyes, startling his ancestor.

Blake blinked and said:

"You won't sneak away while I'm picking up Dean Lan Yue, will you?"

"Uh, no."

Maitri, a sociophobic patient, quietly let go of the seal he had pinched behind him. He coughed a few times and said:

"I will wait for you here, in the name of Nathalath, I swear."

The pirate gave a meaningful smile.

He nodded and disappeared into the shadows. A few minutes later, Black reappeared in the woods holding the weak Dean Blue Moon.

Ms. Lan Yue, who still had bandages on her arms and scars on her face, stood up from her disciple's arms. She was helped by Blake and took a few steps forward. Then she saw the familiar figure sitting on a stone in the forest. , there is a worn-out luggage at his feet, and he is holding a troll tome in his hand, looking at it intently.

The figure that seemed to be ready to embark on the journey made Ms. Lan Yue's body sway twice. She seemed to remember that when she was a child a long time ago, she always jumped behind this person.

It seemed that as long as he was in front of him, he was not afraid of anything.

But he just disappeared, leaving a letter one night and disappeared into his own world.

Miss Lan Yue, who had always been strong and steady, had red eyes. It was obvious that she really wanted to preserve her momentum, but she couldn't help but shed tears.

Blake quietly handed over a handkerchief, but the dean did not pick it up.

After a minute-long silence, the tearful Ms. Lan Yue let out a deep breath. She stepped forward, leaned towards the person in front of her with the most standard teacher-student etiquette and said:

"Long time no see, mentor, you don't have to pretend. Your mind was not on that book at all. You held the book upside down. Oh my god, I never thought that such a thing would happen to you."

"I just just"

Master Maitri, who was distracted by Blue Moon, stood up awkwardly. He was at a loss to explain, but Black poked Dean Blue Moon's trembling arm and whispered:

"Hey! Mentor, don't reveal such an embarrassing thing. Be careful what if the Patriarch teleports again? He teleported from Ashenvale twelve times to the Pandaria border in one go. I almost lost him."

"Blake!"

Master Maitri scolded in embarrassment.

This was probably the first time that the Archmage of Social Terror spoke so loudly, but when he saw the evil smile on Black's face, he knew that this was his evil-minded disciple who was enlivening the atmosphere.

He shook his head and said to Blake with a straight face:

"Then, Lord Quiet One, can you give us master and disciple some private space?"

"Oh, I'm not an outsider!"

Blake retorted in a loud voice:

"We are all a family, Master. Is there anything you can't say in front of me? Are you still afraid that I will write these things in my diary and spread them everywhere?

Hey, what kind of bad bastard image do I have in your minds?

Having said that, this is probably Master Metrie's last public appearance in War of the Ancients.

I have to record this, so that it can be used as first-hand information in the future when those little mages who are good at persuading each other with their fists debate Master Maitri's quirks! "

"Whoosh"

Maitri stretched out his hand and threw a teleportation spell on the yelling Black, sending his disciple to the sea on the other side of the world.

But two seconds later, Blake, who was all wet, jumped out of the shadows holding two lively fish. He glared at his ancestor angrily, shrugged, grabbed the sea fish and ran to the burning fire next to the forest. Grill on the evil fire.

After confirming that Black was far enough away, Maitri glanced at his disciple.

He hesitated for a few seconds and said to the silent Miss Lanyue:

"Blake told me what will happen to you in ten thousand years. My disciple, I have a guess that may help you avoid self-destruction in ten thousand years.

But I want to confirm one thing first. "

——

Ten minutes later, Blake, who was munching on grilled fish, heard Dean Blue Moon's call. He stood up and walked back to the forest with the fragrant grilled fish. He saw Master Maitri, who had already packed his luggage and was preparing a teleportation technique.

He's leaving.

But before leaving, the Great Master of Social Fear said to his disciples:

"Little Lanyue, please leave for a moment. I have a few words to say to Blake."

"Um."

Dean Lanyue was obviously reluctant to leave her mentor, but she didn't say anything more. She just glanced at Black and then backed away from the forest.

Maitri stood in front of the portal leading to another elf city-state. He hesitated for a moment, then reached out and took off his mask, revealing a very handsome and handsome face with the aura of a vicissitudes of life.

Of course, none of the elves are ugly. The characteristics of this race are handsome men and beautiful women. If you pick anyone in Suramar today and throw them to Black's hometown, they can enter the entertainment industry without makeup.

He looked at Blake, who was grabbing a piece of grilled fish and biting it without caring about the image. He knew that this bad guy was deliberately pretending to be rude.

This brought a fleeting smile to Maitri's lips.

He thought for a while and said:

"Take good care of Lan Yue, I entrust my only disciple to you."

"Um?"

Blake blinked in surprise and said:

"You sent the dean away just to talk to me about this?"

"No, there's a lot I want to say, but this is all I can say."

Maitri's hair was flying in the wind in the forest. He looked at his disciple who was ten thousand years later with a gentle look, and he said softly:

"Blake, I think you actually know that the problem with Blue Moon is not that you want to replace your impression in her mind with someone else. You may have other purposes in coming to this era, but I believe that Blue Moon is also yours. One of the purposes.

You both know what the problem is, but you keep running away from it.

I can't understand love or attachment. For me, I am interesting enough personally to allow me to face the reality of being alone calmly, but this does not prevent me from wishing you all the best.

You are all spellcasters.

You should understand that spiritual companionship is far better than material connection. If there is no vacancy for my poor disciple in your private life, then you might as well leave a place for her in your spiritual world.

Just treat it as me, the Patriarch, requesting you.

Take good care of her for me in the future.

please.

In addition, when you go back, don't let Lan Yue look for me again. I have prepared a 'funeral' for myself. I am used to traveling alone, so just let me leave without worries.

goodbye.

Blake from the future, I will show up when you need me, just think of this as 'reward'. My disciple told me that you are a very realistic person, so I will pay you. "

The hermit's figure disappeared in the teleportation stream, his last voice echoing in the pirate's ears.

Like the wind of trouble in the forest, it blew the pirate's hair.

The Patriarch, who had no majesty at all, "threatened" Black and said in a very serious and weak tone that was obviously reserved for people who were threatening for the first time:

"Don't let others bully her, and you are not allowed to bully her, or I will beat you."