Shadow Trails in Azeroth

In the Tower of Dark Night, Elisande told Star Eyes and Ms. Blue Moon about the "big plan" she had obtained after hard work. Commander Star Eyes' eyes widened as she expected.

This is normal.

For an upper elf noble who was born in the Elf Empire and grew up enjoying the magic of the Well of Eternity, the idea that the existence of the Well of Eternity is the foundation of the empire has long been engraved in his brain.

It is impossible for any normal upper elf to have such "treasonous" thoughts.

So after hearing the Grand Magister's plan, Commander Star Eyes stood up suddenly and exclaimed:

"No! This won't work! Without the Well of Eternity, what else do we have? We can't do this, we"

"We must cut off the connection with the Well of Eternity, Lord Star Eyes!"

Ms. Lan Yue, who had been silent until now, suddenly said coldly:

"Ellisande has the right idea.

Although her strategy is amazing, it is indeed implementable. I believe that an excellent Grand Arcanist like her cannot make mistakes in matters related to the Well of Eternity. She said that the portal and the Well of Eternity are connected, so that must be the case. .

Under such circumstances, sacrificing the Well of Eternity in order to defeat the demon is no big deal. "

Speaking of this, Ms. Blue Moon glanced at Elisande, who was quite surprised, and she whispered:

"And without the Well of Eternity, we still have the Night Well, right? This magic well was designed by Queen Azshara herself. Although its specifications are far inferior to those of the Well of Eternity, it is still enough to meet the short-term needs of the elves.

More importantly, if we blow up the Well of Eternity, the Elf Empire will inevitably disintegrate. In the next era, perhaps we should restrain the abuse of magic to avoid repeating the same mistakes.

magic

It's wonderful and alluring, but magic and magic are not necessary for survival. "

"Well said."

The Grand Magister's eyes shone.

She was prepared to be refuted, but she didn't expect that Alya Lanyue, who had always been at odds with her in the past, seemed to suddenly have an idea. She actually supported her plan so much and even said what she wanted. Things you want to say but find it difficult to say.

Once the Well of Eternity is blown up, the city of Suramar, which is home to the Nightwell, will inevitably become the center of the elven civilization in the next era. The Grand Magister in charge of the Nightwell also hopes to become the next Queen Azshara.

Of course, such arrogant ideas can only be entertained in Elisande's mind for now, and they are far from being implemented.

But this does not prevent Ms. Elisande from taking a new look at the stubborn Elya Blue Moon tonight. It turns out that this very rustic, traditional and boring old maid is not an incorrigible fool.

Perhaps in the future Elisande dynasty, she can give Lady Blue Moon a position to serve her.

"The plan itself is what it is. If it is confirmed that it will be adopted, then we just need to discuss some details."

Elisande rubbed her delicate chin and said to the two people in front of her:

"Of course, this requires Lord Ravencase's approval. After all, he is the absolute leader of the resistance. In addition, I have some good news to tell you, please convey it to the high lord.

Just a few hours ago, I received some encrypted magical communications from elsewhere, from some of the highborne nobles trapped in Zin-Azshari.

These include big names like Dath'Remar Sunstrider.

They jointly sent a document to Suramar, and they were willing to cooperate with the rebels in doing anything as long as they could defeat the demon and overthrow the rule of the tyrant Azshara.

As a sign of sincerity, the armed and private armies of the great nobles scattered throughout the empire have begun to gather towards Suramar and Black Crow Keep.

I made a rough calculation and found that the number of noble retainers and troops coming to help is very considerable. Not only can they make up for the battle damage of Black Crow Castle, but they can also provide the great lord with another vanguard group. "

The news about the Grand Magister boosted Commander Star Eyes’ morale. He finally smiled and said:

"This means that the great nobles who have been secretly communicating with Lord Ravencase have made up their minds. Those troops are still coming next, mainly the nobles trapped in the capital can be our eyes and best responders. Once Let's make a plan here, and the attack on the Well of Eternity can be launched quickly.

But I'm curious, what made those arrogant and foolishly loyal guys to Queen Azshara change their minds? "

"Of course it's our victory!"

Elisande said with a weird smile:

"This victory gives them hope. In addition, as far as I know, the nobles who are loyal to Queen Azshara are having a very difficult time in Zin Azshari.

Their foolish loyalty did not receive the rewards and rewards they deserved. In order to open the portal to welcome the arrival of the mysterious God of Darkness, the Lord of Demons, the Queen required her nobles to work day and night like humble slaves.

There were even nobles who died of exhaustion beside the Well of Eternity.

It seems that Azshara is really crazy.

I can't imagine how your Majesty, who was once so wise, could do such a stupid thing.

She claims to have formed an alliance with the devil to create a perfect paradise world for the upper elves, but if she continues to act like this, those foolish loyalists will not be able to wait for the promised perfect paradise and will turn into corpses to be buried with Azshara's dark fantasy.

In this case, if it were me, I would secretly resist, not to mention that after Suramar's victory, they already have a clear second choice. "

"How many Highborne are there in Zin-Azshari now?"

Ms. Lanyue asked in a low voice.

Elisande thought for a moment and replied:

"According to Lord Dath'Rema's handwritten letter, before the demons began to attack, the Queen ordered all the high-level elves in the country to be transferred to the capital. It is conservatively estimated that there are at least more than 300,000 people there."

"very good."

A cold light flashed in Lan Yue's eyes, and she said:

"That means we can solve these 'trouble' in one go. Now there is only one last question left. Elisande, in your plan, what are you going to use to blow up the Well of Eternity?

After all, that is not something that can be solved with just any arcane bomb. "

——

In the military camp in Suramar City, the soldiers who had returned from the front line were resting. In the center of the noisy camp, a group of commanders who were lucky enough to survive the battlefield were also relaxing in their own way.

Originally, the headquarters of the city defense army was arrogantly occupied by these men, but the cowardly city defense officer did not dare to argue with these murderous bastards.

He even had to spend his own money to buy a lot of fine wine to serve these heroes and warriors.

But no one was dissatisfied with this. After all, they were fighting with the demons outside the city. Without them, Suramar City would have fallen into a terrible desperate situation.

"Hey, Commander Jarod, why are you here?"

As a young man walked into the headquarters of the city defense army, the captains and generals who were drinking suddenly stood up noisily to welcome the arrival of this great hero who saved everyone at the last moment.

Young Jarod was still a little uncomfortable with the cheers.

Everyone in front of him was applauding, and many people patted him on the shoulder as if they were familiar with him, but in fact this was just their first meeting, and some big shots who had previously looked down upon him took the initiative to shake hands and offer him wine glasses.

He was drawn to the table where the generals sat.

Someone was urging him to tell his story, and everyone was curious about how Jarod Shadowsong, a little-known young man, persuaded the mysterious dragons to come to support the battlefield.

Jarod couldn't resist, so he could only start telling the story of himself after being sent into the dragon's territory by Lord Cenarius.

Although the young man modestly placed all the credit on the friendly demigods and dragon kings, his story still aroused exclamations from the people around him.

After all, even the arrogant elves are still in awe of those guardian dragons flying in the sky, not to mention that at the last moment of the war, the lives of people like them were almost always saved by demigods and dragons.

People must learn to be grateful.

Of course, Jarod is no longer an ordinary soldier. Before Lord Ravencrest fell into coma, the last order issued by the general was to promote Jarod Shadowsong to his combat staff, and He was given full authority to take charge of diplomatic affairs between the rebels and their allies.

For a commoner like Jarod who comes from the bottom of elf society, this is almost a step to the top.

But what happened to Illidan did not happen to Jarod.

Although some people secretly said that this young man was just lucky, most of the commanders and soldiers who survived the battlefield were not jealous or ridiculed about Jarod's good luck.

The truth is very simple. If you have the ability, you can also bring a group of demigods and giant dragons to the rescue when everyone is in need?

This is definitely not something that just anyone can do, this is real skill! And people with real abilities will naturally be looked upon with special attention by others.

People who can reach the level of high-level commanders may have mediocre abilities, but they are definitely not stupid.

Even if the demons are repelled, they will come back again. The next time they fight, they will have to rely on Jarod Shadowsong's magical diplomatic talent to bring reinforcements to fight.

In this case, who would be willing to offend someone who can save him from a desperate situation?

"Great, right?

This feeling of being surrounded and praised by others, look at these big shots who usually don't want to look at you seriously, so flatteringly calling you brothers.

He even patted his chest and said that he would find a marriage for you.

Haha, how does it feel to blend into the circle of big shots?

Care to share it with me? "

When Jarod drank a few glasses of wine and gradually adapted to the atmosphere and began to discuss war matters with other high-ranking commanders, the haunting and teasing voice appeared in the ears of Brother Shadowsong again.

He immediately sat up straight and then relaxed again.

In the noisy hall, Jarod picked up his glass to conceal his actions, and said in his heart:

"It actually feels pretty good, if they really know me well and respect me. Mr. Black, I know why they are so polite to me. You don't have to worry about me being immersed in this illusory sense of accomplishment.

To be honest, rather than wasting time here, I am more worried about whether the soldiers who have returned to the city can sleep peacefully tonight, as well as our 'allies'.

The demigods retreated into the forest, leaving only one representative of the dragon. I was very worried about this. Maybe they just came to help and were not willing to join the resistance for a long time.

What I am more worried about is, if the soldiers place their hopes on their allies but these hidden forces do not participate in the next war with the devil, what can we do to defeat the devil? "

"Well, this is a good attitude."

Blake chuckled and said:

"But are you expecting me to give you an answer? Jarod, I have helped you so much, do I have to put the last bite of food into your mouth?

Although I am your brother-in-law, you still have to find your own way to do some things. Didn't Ravencrest, who was awake in the world, give you the title of 'Diplomat' before he fell into coma?

Can't you guess what the great lord wants you to do? "

"I know."

Jarod pursed his lips and clinked glasses with the Huntress Commander next to him in a friendly manner. While drinking, he worriedly said to the pirate:

“But to be honest, I don’t have a lot of confidence.

The demigods were brought by Brother Stormrage. I was not involved and I don’t know what kind of agreement the demigods and the druids reached, and the dragon.

I used your suggestions in my process of convincing the dragon.

But I can feel that those powerful creatures don't actually care about the survival of the Elf Empire. They come to the battlefield just to fulfill their mission.

Their dispatch actually had nothing to do with my persuasion.

If I could do it again.

I mean, if it's a long-term alliance, I'm really not sure at all, I'm not a professional diplomat, and what the Blue Dragon King said to me was mean but made sense.

Lord Malygos said that the elves were responsible for this disaster. "

"So you're troubled?"

Blake snorted and said:

"You can't think of a reason to convince them to ally with you. You are worried that you will live up to Ravencrest's expectations, just like Illidan who almost made himself crazy."

"That's what I think, but what I'm more afraid of is that my failure will directly lead to the collapse of the resistance, and many people will die because of my failure."

Jarod said in a low tone:

"Frankly, it's very stressful for me, and I feel like I'm taking on a pressure that shouldn't be shouldered by an ordinary person like me."

"Don't panic, young man."

The pirate was silent for a few seconds, and then said in a hypocritical tone:

“This is a big deal, there’s no point in panicking.

But I think you can think about this problem from another angle. You see, if you don’t do it, someone else will have to do it. But after all, you have already succeeded once. You have experience, although that experience is not enough to help you. Deal with the trouble.

But let me ask you, would you want to hand over your hopes and those of the resistance to a stranger whom you are not familiar with and have never dealt with dragons and demigods?

Would you entrust your hopes of survival to a noble Highborne diplomat who once served Queen Azshara? "

Brother Shadowsong fell silent.

Blake also laughed and said:

“Look, if you don’t want to, no one will.

This is the survival instinct of life. Just like you are sitting on a carriage rushing towards a cliff. Even if you know that the driver in front of you is very professional, you will still want to hold the reins in your own hands at the last moment. .

Fighting hard when desperate is an explanation for oneself.

This kind of stubborn action may not keep you alive, but at least at the moment of death, you can calmly tell yourself that you tried your best.

I don't have much time to provide you with psychological counseling, Jarod, but I, an evil god who has experienced some things, can teach you some superficial life lessons.

I call this stuff dark wisdom.

Where I come from, countless people are willing to give anything just to listen to my wisdom.

Now, since your sister is doing some exciting things with me, I'm going to teach you it for free. Oh, don't think about it, bad boy, I'm just training her to fight the devil. "

Black's teasing and malicious explanation made Jarod, who wanted to get up, sit back in his chair again.

He coughed a few times and said to his brother Shadow Song:

“If you want to convince others, you have to convince yourself first.

You have to have a logically sound rhetoric. Don't use too many emotional words to describe a bright future. Just briefly tell the people you need to persuade what benefits they can get if they help you.

This is the first step.

If you can't win them over with profit alone, you have to tell them what losses they will suffer if they don't help you.

This is the second step.

If telling facts and reasoning doesn't convince them to go with you, you have to make some gestures.

For example, tell the dragons that if they sit back and watch the resistance fall, you will surrender with Suramar's soldiers and Queen Azshara transforms the Nightwell into a second demonic portal."

"Will they believe it?"

Jarod asked in surprise.

Blake snorted and said:

"Look what a stupid question this is. What does it matter whether they believe it or not? The question is whether they dare to bet on how crazy mortals are in desperate situations.

Have you, a good boy, never blackmailed anyone since you were a child? "

"oh."

Jarod nodded, keeping this evil suggestion in mind, and asked urgently:

"Any other suggestions? Mr. Black."

"Um?"

The pirate snorted in a long voice, dissatisfied with this title.

Jarod immediately changed his mind and said:

"Help me, brother-in-law, I want to learn your dark wisdom."

"That's pretty much it. Well, listen up. The key to a perfect fraud is..."