Shadow Trails in Azeroth

Black left Dalaran, went to Lordaeron, and formed a team of four with His Majesty the Holy Light, the Grand Knight, and a Lich to "explore" the border of Tirisfal Glades, the heart of human civilization. .

The place they were going to was actually not far from the city of Lordaeron.

If you ride a horse, the straight-line distance can be reached in only three days. It is faster to ride a griffon, but because you have to move in secret and have to go into the mountains, the actual speed will definitely be much slower than estimated.

For this "adventure", Pope Faou made preparations in advance.

According to the Pope's itinerary released by the Holy Light Church, he should pray for five days at the Holy Light's Hope Chapel in the Stratholme area for the frontline war.

Therefore, no matter what secrets Black and Lich Merry plan to reveal to the Pope, they must complete it within five days.

Otherwise it will cause unnecessary waves.

The pirate master at this time did not know that there was an ignorant girl in Dalaran who was planning to track him. But if he knows, he probably won't have any special reaction.

Because he has a headache now.

Someone is trying to "save" his soul.

"You're on the wrong path."

While Blake was looking at the newly acquired Warlock's Grimoire, the Great Knight of Dathrohan, who was sitting next to him, wearing a long hood to cover his body and holding the reins of his horse, said in a calm tone:

"Everything you pursue can be obtained in the Holy Light. Whether it is knowledge, power, or peace of soul."

"I am a Proudmoore, Lord Knight."

Blake said without raising his head:

"The afterglow of the Holy Light has never flowed through the veins of this family. Although I was blessed by the Pope when I was born, the first scripture I came into contact with since I was a child was the 'Sacred Scripture of the Tide'.

Do you get me? "

"It's not too late."

Dathrohan said in his trademark, booming voice:

“I fought alongside your father and we trusted each other.

If you are willing, I can baptize you and lead you on the path of knighthood. I think His Holiness the Pope will also be willing to pull your soul from the darkness back to the sunshine. "

"What if I say no?"

The pirate was so annoyed by the great knight that he couldn't concentrate, so he closed the grimoire and said to Dathrohan:

"Will you pick up your sword, beat me up here, and preach to me physically?"

"I will continue to persuade you as I persuade others."

The great knight raised his horse's reins to make the carriage move faster. In the forest leading to the border mountains of Lordaeron, he said in a calm tone:

"You are not my enemy, and my blade will not be pointed at you. I will persuade you until you embrace the Light."

"That's the stubbornness of a preacher."

The pirate grinned, looked around, and said:

"But what if the other me says no?"

"Um?"

This rhetorical question made the great knight stunned for a moment.

He didn't understand what Blake meant.

It wasn't until he saw Blake taking out the domineering and evil Ursalus war scythe in the form of the Hand of Death from his bag that the great knight reacted.

"Evil thing!"

He immediately grabbed the hilt of the epee beside him with his left hand and shouted loudly:

"Derek Proudmoore! How dare you show such evil in front of a holy and noble person!"

Don’t blame the Great Knight for overreacting.

The appearance of this cursed holy object when it appeared was really too terrifying.

When Blake held it in his hand, the purple soul fragments howled miserably and swirled crazily around the pirate.

The shock it brought to the soul created a noisy and gloomy atmosphere as cold as hell around the running carriage.

Also mixed in among them was a Dreadlord Lord who dared to challenge Sargeras. It was created with the power of darkness and specifically used to provoke the evil impact of the Holy Light.

The moment it appeared, the Holy Light on the Great Knight counterattacked instinctively, turning gentleness into scorching heat, just like a ball of rising sun, too bright to be looked directly at.

In the carriage behind the two of them, His Majesty the Pope, who was chatting with the lich, also raised his finger solemnly, and a golden halo like a waterfall splashed out with him as the center of the circle.

When Ursalus's evil impact on the soul level was about to reach its peak, the legendary priest single-handedly suppressed the evil spirit of the Dread Lord back into his war scythe.

"This is my answer to all good intentions, Lord Knight."

Blake did not continue to provoke. Before the chain shaped by the holy light was about to bind him, he threw the war sickle back into the magic bag.

He said to the glaring great knight:

"Stop working in vain. My fate with the Holy Light has long been gone. The best time for you to save my soul should be in the red dragon's fire of Khaz Modan.

But you are not there.

Your Holy Light is not there either.

I prayed to it, but it didn't answer.

The silence at that time was a kind of rejection, and it obviously thought that I was lacking something. But while it rejected me, the shadow generously opened its arms and embraced me.

Your Holy Light is a bitch who takes advantage of others.

It is the shadow that gives me a place to live, the shadow teaches me to grow, and the shadow is at my disposal. It shapes the stairs under my feet and lifts me into my heaven. "

Having said this, Blake shrugged and said in a brisk tone:

"Besides, it's your business to have a good relationship with Dai Lin. I'm happy to see my father gain friends, but don't try to talk to me in that elder tone.

He is him and I am me. "

"Drake!"

The Pope's voice came from the carriage, with a rare anger.

The pirate immediately surrendered.

He raised his hands, glanced at the great knight whose eyes turned cold, whistled and said:

"I was wrong, I was just preaching, it was a bit extreme. I just wanted some personal space, I just didn't want to be told what I should do and what I shouldn't do.

I hate being taught how to live my life.

If I follow your preaching, it means that my past life is just a joke that can be changed at will. If I don't obey, you will accuse me of being a rebel.

You see, there is always someone who is going to be sad about this, so why did you insist on it in the first place?

I appreciate your efforts, but I don't need your help. "

"Let's talk about something interesting."

The old mage's voice came from the carriage again, as if trying to mediate, saying:

"For example, about those ancient stories that happened in the land of Tirisfal. Tell your Majesty, His Excellency the Grand Knight, and me a little story to relieve the tense atmosphere.

Your stories are always interesting and I think this one will not disappoint. "

"Okay, let's tell stories to spend this boring journey."

Blake put the grimoire aside, took out his pipe on the bumpy carriage, and slowly put in the shredded tobacco.

He thought for a while and said softly:

"Let's talk about the birth of Tirisfal. You may think you understand it very well, but in fact, most people don't understand what happened on the land beneath their feet."

"According to the official records of the Holy Light Church, the birth of human civilization was 2,800 years ago. At that time, our ancestors, under the guidance of Emperor Thoradin, united the barbarian tribes and established a true empire.

However, this statement is not rigorous.

In fact, the first humans appeared more than 7,000 to 8,000 years ago.

Of course, the ancestors at that time still maintained the form of Vrykuls, and were in the process of flesh and blood degradation. Therefore, to be truly honest, the ancestors at that time were a group of real primitive people.

But they already have their own clan civilization.

Although their numbers are small, they are already thriving in the Tirisfal region. At that time, this place had luxuriant water and grass, an excellent environment, and no dangerous wild animals. It was a truly God-given place.

It is the cradle of human civilization in the true sense.

7,300 years ago, our ancestors made first contact with the high elves of Quel'Thalas.

Don't be surprised, three.

Although the high elves have concealed the records of this period, the time we have been in contact with them is indeed much longer than the 2800 year node. "

The pirate lit his pipe and said:

"The high elves at that time, led by their first Sun King Dath'Remar Sunstrider, crossed the ocean and came to the eastern continent.

During this period, they were also plundered by Zandalari pirates, and some of their tribesmen were lost while crossing the sea.

Guess where did those high elves, who were semi-exiled by their compatriots, set foot on the eastern continent for the first time?

Yes, right under our feet.

They landed in the Tirisfal region and lived here for a hundred or two hundred years.

They were friendly to our ancestors, living next to each other, and looked at us back then with the same eyes as the primitive people.

But besides the good natural environment, there are other reasons why they stay here.

From our ancestors, they heard the legend about the god Tyr that spread in Tirisfal, and that legend has been passed down to this day.

It is still used as a bedtime story in the human kingdom, told by mothers to their children.

The high elves stayed here because they felt the power existing under this land, and they tried to study it, understand it, and control it.

at last.

Steal it.

Stealing the power left behind by the god Tyr that should not be touched or discovered. "

Blake paused, blew out a smoke ring, and then said to the other three people who were patiently listening to the story:

"Even though the high elves are so glamorous now, they were in a miserable state when they migrated here. It's understandable that they have such undesirable thoughts.

After all, our ancestors already regarded Tyr as a legendary god at that time, and our ancestors did not have the ability to find the artifact left by Tyr.

This gave the high elves an opportunity to take advantage of.

Unfortunately, probably due to the bad intention of taking it without telling anyone, it brought misfortune and trouble to the high elves. Many high elf spellcasters went mad as they studied the power beneath the land. "

"go Ape?"

In the carriage, Fa'ao, who was turning the rosary beads and listening to the story, suddenly stopped turning and asked:

"What kind of madness?"

"Losing his mind, shouting, claiming that he heard the voice of the gods, being fanatical and crazy, irritable, violent, and having nightmares, until he pointed the weapon in his hand at his companions.

Until he completely lost his will and became a body filled with darkness. "

Blake described the symptoms of madness in detail. The Pope's face in the carriage became even more ugly. The Pope was silent for a few seconds and then asked:

"So, those ancestors of the high elves finally chose to leave?"

"Yes, they gave up researching the myth of Tire. Perhaps they felt fear or perceived a threat."

The pirate said loudly:

"As far as I know, during that time, many high elves believed that the reason why the tribe went crazy was that the local Vrykul clan did not tell them the correct information.

Those crazy guys once planned to destroy our ancestral clan in order to get the real clues about Tyr's artifact.

However, this proposal was rejected by Dath'Remar Sunstrider.

The first Sun King was indeed a truly great man in terms of strength and personal ethics. He ordered his people not to harm the local Vrykul clan and stopped research on mysterious powers.

One morning, the high elves abandoned most of their already built homes, and under the leadership of Sunstrider, left Tirisfal forever and headed north.

They finally reached Quel'Thalas.

There, they would rather face the harassment of forest trolls that were a thousand times their number than turn back to Tirisfal.

Because they know that there is a disturbing dark power hidden under this land.

They make a mistake once and they'll never look for it again. "

Black chuckled lightly, looked at the great knight with playful eyes, and said:

“Then here’s the question, three of you.

The high elves knew that Tirisfal was not a good place seven thousand years ago. But now, seven thousand years later, we humans are still unaware of the hidden crisis in the heart of our civilization.

His Majesty Fa'ao, who is the leader of the Holy Light Church, and Mr. Merry, the wisest spellcaster in Dalaran, can only learn about all this through the narration of a stinky pirate.

You feel that the high elves forgot to remind our ancestors to stay away from the Tirisfal region and not to stay here.

Or did they deliberately conceal the news? "

The three people inside and outside the carriage fell silent. Only the pirate picked up his warlock's grimoire again, flipped through it, and said:

"Be careful with those pointed ears. They are not as silly as they appear. Their close relatives, the night elves who occupy the entire continent of Kalimdor, banished them for no reason."

"In addition, every human being who knows the history of the empire will ask a question after reading the general history.

Why did the only emperor in human history, the wise and powerful Thoradin the Great, who founded the empire, abdicate at an advanced age and mysteriously disappear overnight with his sword Stormka?

Where has Emperor Thoradin gone? What happened to him?

Don't worry, you three.

The answer to the mystery will be revealed soon. "