Shadow Trails in Azeroth

Maitri left, walking very gracefully and without worries.

Even the great arcanist, who is so cool that he is almost cold and callous, and even the dignified Azshara looks down upon him, actually didn't even give a gift to his disciple. How uncouth!

But Blake knew that the hermit was not a heartless person, perhaps just as he said, he was used to being alone and regarded that as the world's blessing for a restless soul.

He is not a lonely man.

He has magic and truth accompanying him, and as far as spiritual life is concerned, he is more fulfilled and happier than 99 percent of the people in this world.

There is no need to bless him or worry about him, he is just embarking on another journey.

"What a dashing guy."

In the forest of Suramar, the sunlight cast mottled light spots on the ground through the ruined and ugly leaves. Blake watched the portal in front of him dissipate and couldn't help but said to Ms. Blue Moon who was walking behind him:

"Although I can't understand Grandmaster's lifestyle, maybe I should feel admiration? He may be the first and only true 'planeswalker' in the world, right?"

"What did the instructor say to you?"

Ms. Blue Moon was still recovering from her injuries, and even spoke with a sense of weakness, but she cared about the last conversation between Mentor Maitri and Black.

She looked at her disciple, Black curled his lips and said:

"Nothing, just some old men's instructions before leaving. Wear more clothes to avoid catching a cold. If you catch a cold, take medicine quickly. It's meaningless."

The pirate picked up his pipe, looked around, and said:

"What a stingy elder. I don't know how to give some treasures as a greeting gift to a junior ten thousand years in the future. I still have to serve you, I don't know what I'm expecting?"

"The mentor said that he wanted to complete the most precious creation in his life, and the weapon that entrusted his blessing to the world would eventually become your sword."

Ms. Lan Yue said dissatisfied:

"He left the most precious thing to you, are you still not satisfied?"

"He also left his elemental friends to you through a series of ingenious arrangements, mentor."

The crumb pirate winked and said:

"Perhaps the Holy Scepter of Alunes finally fell into your hands because of the secret arrangement of my mysterious ancestor. I don't think that such a mysterious guy will be defeated by time. Maybe he will hide in ten thousand years. They are watching our jokes in some nook and corner."

"He wouldn't do that cough cough"

Ms. Blue Moon retorted, but soon she covered her heart and coughed a few times. Blake shook his head and helped her leave. He opened the void rift leading to Suramar City and whispered:

"Look at your physical condition. It's really bad. Don't you classical mages take exercise? You're so weak after being punched by the evil lord. You're really fragile.

I'm not bragging, the warlocks of our time were very powerful. The three bastards under my command are all knives who can withstand the big ass of the abyss lord. They can chop up the evil lord with just a knife.

Sigh, I'm really not worried about you continuing to act alone, mentor, so, do you want to follow me to Zin-Azshari next? "

"Um?"

Dean Lan Yue looked at her disciple in surprise and said:

"Didn't you want me to protect Ravencrest? You said he was in danger."

"He will die sooner or later. Even by elven standards, Lord Ravencrest is already considered old."

Blake curled his lips and complained:

"Of course I'm not implying that you are also an old man. Ahem, I didn't mean that. I mean, maybe we ignored the opinion of the great lord himself.

Rather than living peacefully, as a soldier, he may pursue the glory and victory of being shrouded in horse leather.

Anyway, I changed my mind, can you help me? Master Mentor, considering that I might be beaten by Queen Azshara, don’t you want to watch with your own eyes? "

These words made Ms. Lan Yue reveal a fleeting smile. She coughed a few times and said:

"I confirm for the last time that Ravencrest will be resurrected after ten thousand years, right?"

"Well, I was standing next to his coffin board and watching."

The pirate helped the dean into the crack and said:

"He was resurrected by your own hands. You can express your apology in ten thousand years, but I don't think he will complain to you about his violent temper.

what do you think? "

"Oh well."

——

In Suramar City, a thick purple magic shield shrouded the city, isolating this turbulent city from the outside world that had become very dangerous.

The last frontline warriors who retreated under the cover of the dragon's breath returned half an hour ago. The news of the demon's collapse has spread throughout the city. At this time, the entire city is filled with the joy of surviving the disaster.

There were a lot of people in front of the Temple of the Moon who came to express their gratitude to Ms. Elune for her protection, but there were only a few busy high-level priests in the temple receiving the believers.

The other priests, especially the young girls, are not here, but no one blames them, because while the battle is going on at the front, the brave trainee priests have done something great, and they are also fighting their own battle in the city.

No one asked them to do this, but it was obvious that at this critical moment, Elune gave her maids enough courage and a supreme heart to save.

Maiev and Tyrande and the priests cooperated after the shield was raised. Seeing the demons without reinforcements, the city guards finally became bold and killed the flying demons that rushed into the city to cause trouble. They were still gathering in chaos. Hundreds of people were rescued from the ruins of the city.

This is good news.

The bad news is that by the time the last demon was lifted off the head by the astrologer's apprentices with magic, the entire Yongyue Market area had become a blazing ruins of evil fire.

And according to the tax collector, this market area was home to six hundred people, at least, when it was complete.

At present, this place has been blocked by the city's elite led by Sir Yuejun. The mages are clearing the ruins to hunt down possible demons. The Black Crow Guards in bright armor block the entrance to prevent irrelevant people from approaching.

The Moon Priests comforted the injured and treated their injuries.

The caliber of external propaganda has been established, this will be "a victory for the heroic and unyielding people of Suramar to spontaneously resist the demons", but for those priests who really tried their best to save people in the fire and disaster, this is a bullshit victory. .

They were unable to save those who might have survived from those tyrannical demons.

They couldn't even get close to the burning ruins. They could only wait until the evil fire burned out and drag out the miserable corpses on the black and gray streets.

Although they did not participate in the battle outside the city, in Suramar City, they still saw with their own eyes how this vivid disaster took away the lives of those who were still running around just a moment ago.

At that moment, the glorification of war in heroic stories suddenly seemed so pale, while the casualties of the innocent victims who only existed in the gaps between the background boards of the story were so real.

Just like a distant gust of wind, before it really hits people's faces with grit, no matter how cruel or beautiful the news is, it is just a story from the mouth of the bard.

Maiev sat silently beside a burned-out ruins.

The face of the beautiful young priest was covered with black ash, and her hair also had burnt marks. The quiver on her back was empty, but she still held the bow in her hand tightly.

It's as if the war isn't over yet.

She stared blankly at the three corpses placed across the street.

Those were the victims who were found in the ruins behind her. The father at home had become a withered skeleton but still maintained a hug and protective attitude, while the wife and children who should have been in his arms had gone to another world with him. .

Maiev recognized the man.

He is a small businessman in the market area and delivers a batch of fresh fruits to the Moon Goddess every Wednesday. As far as she knows, this family is a sincere believer in the Moon God.

She was the Priest of the Moon, and she was supposed to protect them.

She did indeed do that. When everyone else was taking refuge, she, a trainee priest, frantically led her companions who might die in the war at any time into the battlefield where they shouldn't be.

She had thought that she was different from those cowards.

She believed that she had the courage and responsibility granted by the moon god.

She tries to be a protector.

But unfortunately, after rushing into the battlefield according to her thoughts, she discovered that she was nothing.

Not a protector, not a savior, not a healer, she held a war bow in her hand and carried a sharp blade on her back, but she couldn't even break through the battle line composed of the lowest level demon guards.

The knowledge and tactics taught by Mr. Black remained in her mind like imprints, but she did not have enough strength to use them.

If she came faster, maybe

If it were Mr. Black here.

"Maev!"

Tyrande's call sounded from behind, but Maiev did not answer. She was immersed in her own weird thoughts and unwilling to pay attention to the things around her.

Windspeaker didn't blame his companion.

In fact, several young priests were like Maiev. They were shocked by the bloody reality when they set foot on the battlefield for the first time, even Tyrande herself.

The armor on her body still had traces of the battle. She should be grateful to the moon god for protecting her. The dagger stabbed by the succubus just now missed her by a hair.

This makes Tyrande's heart not calm yet, but what is better about her than Maiev is that she dragged the three children out of the fire with her own hands and used magic to extinguish the evil fire and save them.

Her throat was very uncomfortable at the moment, perhaps because of inhaling the hot smoke, but the trainee priest still endured the pain and walked to Maiev. She followed Maiev's dull eyes and saw that the corpse across the street was being bitten by Tyrande. Biting his lip.

She recited Elune's name in a low voice, drew an elven religious symbol in front of her, put her hand on Maiev's shoulder, and whispered:

"Those people you saved want to see you. They want to say thank you in person."

"No need."

Maiev said hoarsely:

"I didn't save anyone, I just... just pretended to want to be a hero, but unfortunately, I am not the Maiev Shadowsong predicted in the prophecy who can destroy the disaster before it strikes."

"Maev, don't be so hard on yourself."

Tyrande looked at Maiev with great distress.

She half-knelt on the ground, held Maiev's dirty face in her hands, and put her forehead together with Maiev's forehead.

She whispered:

"You have done a great job. It was you who led us when we were all at a loss. It was you who inspired courage in us and in the hearts of those soldiers, my sister.

The moment you first crossed the burning fire and shot the sharp arrow at the ferocious demon, we knew why we came here.

Elune would be proud of your courage. "

"This is not enough, Tyrande, this is not enough, we can do more. If we hate tragedy, then we should stand up and stop it from happening.

Tears are the most useless form of mourning."

Maiev closed her eyes, and two tears slipped from the corners of her eyes, leaving embarrassing tear marks on her dark and gray cheeks.

The two young priests just maintained their posture of resting and praying. Tyrande whispered Elune's prayer to calm the sisters' minds, but she heard Maiev praying, but not to Elune. .

This made Tyrande confused, but before she could ask, Maiev's delicate ears suddenly moved. She stood up suddenly and threw Tyrande, who was caught off guard, to the ground.

"Maev."

Tyrande watched as his sister rushed into another extinguished fire behind her like crazy, picked up the bent spear beside her and dug into the ashes.

She thought Maiev was stimulated.

But when she stood up, she heard Maiev shouting to her:

"Come! Quick! Come and help, there is a sound here, I heard it. She is asking for help!"

"Maev, don't beg you like this."

Tyrande's heart broke.

This place had been burned by demonic fire, and there was no way anything could be left here.

She watched Maiev rummaging through the burned ruins, and her mind recalled the stories her mentors had told her about the veterans who had survived the war but lived in nightmares all their lives.

She felt that Maiev must have been stimulated too much.

Ignoring the embers flying in front of her, she rushed into the ruins of the fire scene to drag Maiev out, but when she got close to Maiev, she also heard the weak, almost inaudible gasps and cries for help.

"Elune is on top!"

Tyrande threw herself on the dirty ashes. She stretched out her hands to push away the mess in front of her. Maiev also inserted the melting and cooling spear in her hand into the gap of the broken board.

The two girls worked together to lift the broken wooden board.

What appeared in front of them was a collapsed fireplace, but perhaps it was Elune's appearance that caused the fireplace to just support the remains of the wall when it fell, leaving a small "safe zone" in the corner.

That's where the cry for help came from.

"Come help! Come help!"

Tyrande's shout spread, and soon the priest girls ran over. These young girls rushed in and pushed aside the crumbling bricks. Maiev got in regardless of the danger.

After a few excruciating seconds while others waited with bated breath, a young girl was carried out by Maiev. She looked like she had just grown up.

Her body was covered in dust from the evil fire, and her arm that was holding the broken hunting bow was covered in spots.

Those embers with dirty power almost killed the child, but a dim Elune amulet hung around the child's neck. It was this amulet given from the Temple of the Moon that saved her life.

"Treat her quickly!"

Maiev shouted hoarsely.

She knelt on the ground and hugged the girl in her arms tightly, as if she wanted to take her back from death.

Tyrande stepped forward regardless of the dirt on her body. She called on Lady Elune's power, and the warm and bright moonlight gathered together, pouring into the child's increasingly weak body like gurgling water.

The girls covered in gray stared around and prayed silently. They had never been so sincere in their desire for a miracle to come.

One second, two seconds, three seconds.

Tyrande's hands began to shake, and the child's gasps were inaudible.

Maiev was desperate and wanted to call that name, but at this moment, Mr. Black's gentle voice sounded in her ears:

"That's Lady Elune's domain. He's watching over here. He won't like me stealing her spotlight. Boo, you scared her."

As Maiev watched in surprise, a brighter light than ever before emerged from Tyrande's trembling hands.

The bright moonlight formed a flying crescent that covered Tyrande's body. While leaving a crescent moon emblem on her forehead, it also made the girl in Maiev's arms cough hard.

It was as if she was frightened by Maiev's breath, and she struggled instinctively after waking up from the nightmare.

Miss Shadowsong clumsily comforted the girl in her arms, but after thinking about it, she still signaled Tyrande with her eyes to comfort the frightened girl.

When standing up, Maiev glanced at the hunting bow in the girl's hand and the inscription on her collar.

Say softly:

"Shandis Yuyue is really a brave girl. She will achieve great achievements in the future."

"Maev, you."

Tyrande hugged the frightened girl and patted her back. Windspeaker was still covered in the moonlight of Elune, allowing the child to smell the warmth in her arms and fall asleep peacefully.

She looked at Maiev.

The latter smiled and nodded to her.

While the other priests were looking at the miraculously rescued girl in surprise, Maiev quietly withdrew from the crowd. She took one last look at the body across the street, then took a deep breath and nodded to them, Then he turned around and strode towards Shadow Song's ancestral home.

Her steps were brisk, as if there was an invisible melody of encouragement surrounding her.

In the brisk singing, Maiev's dirty face showed a smile, as if she was running towards her destiny.