Shadow Trails in Azeroth

The night is long but it has an end.

At dawn, Miss Maiev, who returned to Shadowsong's ancestral home completely exhausted, could no longer lift her tired fingers. She took off her owl helmet with difficulty and tried to take off her armor, but her body shook and collapsed. land.

She breathed heavily, shook her head to suppress the memory of the hunting and killing in the dark night last night, and dispersed the cold breath from her body.

She had to do it.

She has to return to the Moon Temple after the sun rises to do her daily work as a priest.

Mr. Black made it very clear that she could not go out hunting alone until she fully mastered the war skills of the Warden, and while the teachings of the Shadow Moon had not yet been determined, she still had to maintain the dignity of the Moon Priest.

Blake calls this "disguise training."

This is also a very important "job skill" for the Watch, and Maiev must learn to hide her secrets from others discovering her identity.

But she's going to be really tired.

Even with the guidance of Lord Moon Shadow, a new recruit would still be approaching his limit in hunting down a hundred low-level demons in one night. Maiev felt that she would be in desperate need of some sleep.

Even if it’s only ten minutes.

She couldn't even take off her armor after wielding the war blade for so long.

"Such a weak posture is not acceptable, Maiev."

Blake appeared next to Maiev. He bent down and put his arms around Miss Maiev to pull her up from the ground. In the past, such intimacy would definitely make Miss Priest's cheeks turn red, but now she really doesn't have the strength to push the pirate away. .

"Remember the story I told you last night? I completed an epic robbery alone in that city called Dalaran, and my useless subordinates didn't even help at all. It fully proves that a strong person can achieve his goals without the help of others.

You need to learn from me. "

The pirate boasted about himself and helped Maiev take off her armor. Physical contact was inevitable in the process, but the priestess was too sleepy to complain anymore.

"Look at you, poor little guy, you're really tired."

Black helped Maiev sit on the easy chair. He squatted in front of the priestess, held her face, and said:

"Do you want me to sing you a lullaby?"

"I'm going to be late."

Maiev said drowsily:

"I need to take a shower and change clothes. Tyrande and I are hosting the morning ceremony today. There is only an hour left, but I am so tired. Mr. Black, are you going to have to live like this every night from now on?"

"Of course, this is training. For the sake of your life, don't be careless."

The pirate stroked Maiev's long hair and said softly:

"But at least you can rest now. Don't worry, I will wake you up. Do you need me to help you finish washing while you rest? I'm not bragging, I'm very good at taking care of people.

I can help you get everything ready without disturbing you. "

"Then please."

Maiev couldn't open her eyes when she spoke, but now she said to Black:

"Wiping your body is too much. A lady shouldn't do this. Well, I'm so sleepy. I need to sleep for a while, just for a while. Remember to wake me up."

"Huh? Do you want it or not?"

The pirate squeezed his eyes and looked at Miss Maiev, who had begun to snore weakly. He put his hand on Maiev's forehead to let her fall into the deepest sleep, and said in a longer voice:

"Then I'll assume that you need it? Look, you didn't refuse, right?"

Blake Crumb hummed a fast-paced pirate song and helped Maiev take off his combat boots and gauntlets. He then kicked the little fishman who was covering his eyes and thinking about something obscene, and asked him to fill the bathtub with water.

The little fish man yelled angrily.

It felt that Blake was getting worse and worse, actually deceiving an ignorant girl in this way.

Tsk tsk, but Miss Maiev seems to be hopeless. She has fallen into the clutches of the evil god Quiet. Although she, who is extremely righteous, can't stand this kind of bad behavior, she will not put herself on the line for a person who has already been killed. The victim of the altar destroyed his good relationship with Blake.

Well, the kind-hearted fishman Lord will pray for Miss Maiev's miserable soul when she completely falls into the evil god's love offensive.

With such a bad idea, Benbolba quickly put down a tank of bath water with a suitable temperature, and then handed Black a set of black elf underwear with both hands with a croak.

The pirate stared at the "gift" sent by Benbolba. He stretched out two fingers to lift the lace underwear in front of his eyes, and then glanced at Maiev, who was sleeping next to him wearing only her underwear.

He rolled up his sleeves and scolded the little fishman angrily:

“Not yet, asshole.

Taking out such obscene clothes will only make her think that I am a pervert, so she needs to change into something more conservative! No peeking is allowed for a while. If you dare to take a dwarf camera to secretly take pictures, I will not break your legs.

etc!

Where did you get such sexy clothes?

Be honest!

You bastard has learned too. Come here, I have to beat you to death today. Isn’t it scary? You are the chosen one, you can be resurrected even if you die. "

An hour later, the energetic Miss Maiev arrived at the Moon Temple on time before the morning ceremony. Although she only took a nap for a few dozen minutes, thanks to the excellent dream-making skills of Sir Silent One, Maiev made up for the tiring night. of fatigue.

Her cheeks were red, and she couldn't help but wipe her arms when she walked. Weird thoughts surged in her heart, and she complained that Mr. Black was going too far.

He actually gave her a bath to relieve her fatigue without permission.

While Mr. Black insists that wearing a blindfold during the entire incident was absolutely not rude, it's still humbling to think about.

But from another perspective, Mr. Black is a god, and he is his divine choice, so perhaps this behavior is nothing in the eyes of the gods.

Are you making a bit of a fuss?

And although Mr. Black has been hiding it, his clumsy behavior of wanting to get close to him but being afraid of damaging his image in his heart is actually cute when you think about it.

He is actually pursuing himself, right?

"Maiev, come on, there are a lot of believers in the temple today, and we are very busy. Teacher Diana said that she will not show up today, and will leave full responsibility to the two of us.

Hey, what are you laughing at? "

Tyrande was already waiting for her companions at the entrance of the temple. She urged, but then she noticed the strange smile on Mavi's iceberg-like face and asked.

Maiev hurriedly straightened her face and returned to her usual indifferent attitude. She glanced at Tyrande, especially the looming Moon God emblem on his forehead.

She whispered:

"They haven't decided yet, okay? A miracle has appeared. According to tradition, a chosen one like you should be a candidate for the high priest."

"I"

Tyrande hesitated, and said to Maiev:

"I declined on my own. I feel that my cultivation is far from enough to bear the responsibilities of the high priest. What's more, it is a time of war. Maiev, we still have too many important things to do.

I don’t know why, but I always feel uneasy today. "

The beautiful priestess touched her heart, glanced at the sky outside the door, and said to Maiev:

"I feel like something important may happen today. Alas, the situation is getting worse. I hope Elune protects us. By the way, Maiev, do you want to go see Illidan with me later?"

He was hurt badly and I was worried. "

——

"Why are you looking at me like a scumbag? You bastard is getting too much."

On the street outside the Temple of the Moon, Black, dressed as a Farstrider in a cloak and hood, watched Maiev and Tyrande walk into the temple.

In the morning light, he moved his shoulders and said to the bruised and swollen little fishman at his feet:

"As you can see, I wore a blindfold the whole time like a blind man, and I didn't touch her body with my hands. In this era, my character is that of a gentleman, do you understand?"

"Quack!"

The little fishman made a contemptuous gesture to his owner with a bad expression.

Yes, you did wear a blindfold the entire time, but do you need eyes to peek? You also said that you didn’t touch people with your hands. It’s true that you didn’t use your hands, but you used your tentacles, right?

This fishman saw it with his own eyes!

The way those tentacles were wiping in the water with a towel rolled up was just like the scene of the "Nun's Dark Depravity" cult.

Disappointed at first glance.

You dirty evil god, stop giving glib explanations, your existence is simply an insult to the word "gentleman".

"I think you just deserve a beating!"

Black clenched his fists again, and the little fish man croaked and begged for mercy, then dexterously threw out the small harpoon and brought himself to Black's shoulder.

It sat on its "throne" and pointed in another direction.

Blake glanced at it and said:

"What? Stealing things and stealing feelings? Do you believe that now that you appear in front of Hu En, the black bull can strangle you to death with his own hands. He was beaten to the point of death all because he chased you, a thief."

The little fishman curled his lips and croaked a few times.

"Okay, okay, I know he's a witness to real history, and we really should go see it."

Black rubbed his chin, glanced at the Temple of the Moon where believers were already singing hymns, turned around and disappeared with a whoosh in the wind that was still carrying gunpowder smoke.

He was going to see Huon Highmountain and Brother Stormrage who were recovering from injuries in the city. Of course, when the priests finished their work for the day, he had to come back to pick up his "girlfriend" from get off work.

He felt that Miss Maiev was accepting him, which was a good advancement.

He didn't want to give up halfway.

Although Huon Gaoling entered the battlefield by mistake, this brave bull did help the elves kill the demon commander. This achievement alone was enough to make the arrogant high elves be grateful to Huon.

Therefore, Huon, who was injured after the war, was personally escorted by several archmages back to Suramar to recuperate. He was in a room in the Lord's Hall where Lord Ravencrest rested.

The tauren warriors who followed Chief Huen to chase the thief would stick to the outside of the chief's room, but these fierce high mountain warriors would definitely not be able to find the evil god who strolled in through the window.

Blake was still holding a bouquet of flowers randomly picked from the city flower bush as a gift for the patient, but when he approached the room, he heard conversations coming from inside.

The weak but deep voice was Huon Highmountain, and the other gentle voice of persuasion was probably Jarod Shadowsong.

This discovery made the pirate wink.

Brother Yingge's learning ability is really impressive. I taught him some "art of negotiation" last night, and this guy came here early in the morning to practice it.

He is really very strategic.

He did not immediately run to see the dragon envoys who stayed in Suramar, but first came to negotiate with Huon Gaoling, the tauren chief.

On the one hand, he sought help and alliances with fellow mortals for Lord Ravencrest's army, and on the other hand, he also became familiar with and tried out the newly learned art of negotiation.

Black stood at the door and listened for a few minutes. He found that the conversation between Jarod and Huon was going well. After seeing the threat of demons with his own eyes, the High Chief of Highmountain did have the intention to find allies.

Although Hu En is a naive tauren, he is not stupid.

He did not believe that the Highmountain tribe could resist the demon's attack by relying on the terrain of the Highmountain. Once the demon captured Suramar, they would only need to climb over the mountains to enter the land of the Highmountain.

This is literally a threat on the doorstep.

And these elves defeated the demons.

Dragons and demigods are helping them. If the Gaoling clan wants to survive the demonic crisis, then forming an alliance with the elves is a very good choice.

With this idea, Huon and Jarod almost hit it off.

When Blake left with a weird smile, Brother Shadowge was already having a heated discussion with Hanhan Black Bull about the specific alliance and troop dispatch plans.

"Some people are born to do this."

Blake waved the flowers in his hand and said to the little fishman sitting on his shoulder:

"My brother-in-law is one of those wizards who has fully equipped his diplomacy and commanding talents before he was born. Although his other attributes are terrible and he can't even kill a demon guard with a magic sword, this does not prevent him from becoming the most brilliant person in this era. The boy with eyes.

No need to worry here.

Let's go and see Brother Egg. In order to save Ravencase, that guy went crazy and sucked the Moon Guard for more than ten months and almost made himself a fool.

If it weren't for my ancestor's magic weapon descending from the sky, the innocent boy Illidan would have received a box lunch. "

He held the flowers and walked towards the room where Brother Stormrage was. These two young men who brought demigod reinforcements to the resistance were naturally Suramar's distinguished guests. The Grand Magister specially arranged a luxurious room for them to live and rest.

But as Blake approached the room, he suddenly heard the two brothers arguing.

"Just lie down! Look at you now, as if you were stepped on by a giant dragon! You have to take a good rest even if something big happens!"

This was Malfurion's voice, filled with concern and the majesty of an older brother.

"I had to see her. I had something to say to her. When I was about to die, I realized that all my waiting and timidity were meaningless. In this era when everyone can die at any time, I never want to experience that again. The feeling of disappearing alone with regret.

You help me go! "

This was Illidan's voice, full of determination and the courage of a younger brother.

"Tylande won't run away. She is in the Temple of the Moon. Maybe she will come to see you in the evening. She came yesterday, but you were in a coma at that time.

Be good, Illidan, now is not the time to show off. Alas, where did you find my diary? "

"I picked it up accidentally! But that's not the point. The point is that I know your feelings for Tyrande, Malfurion, my brother

I can't wait any longer.

Come on, Moon God!

Why do such terrible things happen to me one after another? "

Then the house fell silent.

He was obviously going through an embarrassing and unspeakable agony that could easily lead to brotherhood turning against each other. As we all know, this kind of love triangle drama is a favorite among people who have fun.

then

There was a loud "bang", and Brother Stormrage's door was kicked open.

As the two brothers looked back at the same time, the prophet in black strode into the room holding a handful of flowers that were randomly matched together.

He looked at the two brothers whose expressions changed greatly in front of him, and showed a very friendly smile under the hood. He spread his hands, and while the little murloc on his shoulder took out the popcorn, he said to Brother Stormrage:

"Oh, the great black prophet sensed that a terrible tragedy was about to happen, so I came here to stop you from trying to kill each other over a woman.

A rift, a terrible rift, had been created between the brothers.

But this shouldn't be the case.

There's still hope for a better solution to this exciting, er, embarrassing situation.

So, young people who are young and impulsive and dominated by the sour stench of love, as a successful man with three wives and many confidantes, I feel it is necessary for me to teach you a little bit of precious life at this moment. experience. "

Pirate Chip looked around and said:

"Come, let the gentle and passionate Dr. Blake heal your impulsive and young hearts."