Shadow Trails in Azeroth

Chapter 312 21. Then, it’s time for you to call me “Your Highness”——[2640]

(Added update for Prisoner Brother on the Throne [1/15]. I calculated it wrong before. This brother added three cute characters. Thank you so much. When I posted it just now, I reconfirmed it and found out that it is true. It's three

That means 40 chapters will be added today, not 35, but 5 more chapters will be added soon. )

"Look, that mountain, the fortress city built on the ridge, is called the Moon Guard. It is the home of the last remaining Moon Guard in Azeroth, and it is also the most elite legion of spellcasters under Elisande's command. .

But the relationship between them and the Grand Magister is not really a subordinate relationship, but more like cooperation. "

In the valley of the elven ruins of Tyano, Blake pointed to a looming mountain peak in the distance and said to Natalie beside him:

"Those Moon Guards were the first elves in the world to come into contact with arcane magic. When the Well of Eternity was still there, they could mobilize almost unlimited magic power to fight.

In the early days of the War of the Ancients, a large part of the reason why the Burning Legion failed to overthrow the Elven Empire was because of the super strong fighting power of these Moon Guards.

They use magic to kill demons as easily as eating and drinking.

Those mages in Dalaran are not worthy of licking their shoes now.

Unfortunately, after the Well of Eternity exploded, the Moon Guardians lost their source of magic.

Some of them gave up the way of mages and integrated into the Druid order of the night elves. For the rest, we reached an agreement with Elisande.

They help Elisande defend the city of Suramar.

The Grand Magister gave them the magic power of the Night Well as a reward. "

The ship's doctor wrote all this information in her "travel log". Now she likes to listen to the stories told by the captain who is ten years younger than her.

Every time I listen to the story, I feel like I am in that period of history, and I am immersed in the ancient wisdom and lessons.

"There are powerful Moon Guards and a large group of die-hard spellcasters. The Children of the Night also have spellcasting abilities comparable to those of high elves. With some casual training, you can embark on the path of a spellcaster.

If you think about it this way, the power in the hands of Grand Mage Elisande is terrifying. "

The ship’s doctor sighed:

"She can rely solely on the power of her hands to easily defeat all challengers after the Ancient War and establish a kingdom, or even an empire, of her own.

From what I have seen with my own eyes, Suramar is full of magic. If the children of the night come out in full force, at least no one in the eastern continent can resist them. The Alliance and the Horde unite together, and they are probably no match for these Children of the Night.

Such a powerful force was used by her to create a 'turtle shell'.

He sealed himself and his people in a city and sealed himself off for ten thousand years. "

"Because the night elves are watching them, my ship's doctor."

The pirate put his hands on his hips and looked at the Moon Protector Fortress in the distance. He sighed softly:

"At this point in time, the combat power of the Night Elf Moon Kingdom is invincible. If you add all the civilizations you know and don't know together to attack the Night Elves, the chance of winning is too small.

After all, it was the civilization that survived facing the fallen Titans 10,000 years ago and defeated the overwhelming Burning Legion.

In this vast expanse of stars, there are only a few civilizations that can accomplish such a miracle.

Although the group of young ladies who live in trees and pick wild fruits to eat are low-key, they are indeed the overlords of civilization and the backbone of the world of Azeroth.

Just thinking about going to Mount Hyjal to plunder in the future gives me a headache.

Of course, even if the night elves allow Elisande to move freely, she and her people will not leave Suramar. It's not that they don't know how vast the world is, they know it very well.

But they can't leave.

Am I right? Tutor Lilesa. "

Black turned around and looked at the lost General Windrunner behind him, who no longer had the calmness and vigor of before. His tone was gentle but full of malice and he said:

"The reason why the Nightborne cannot leave Suramar is the same as the reason why you high elves cannot leave Quel'Thalas. Both of your elven races are cursed by power!

The further away from home, the weaker you become.

That kind of weakness cannot be resisted by willpower. It is the gangrene that exists in your bones and the devil in your soul. The saddest thing is that it is released by you yourself.

But no one is forcing you.

Although the night elves treated the ancestors of Quel'Thalas harshly and unkindly, the Moon Priests and the druids really want to save you.

They wanted to save their kind from a tragic fate, but Dath'Remar Sunstrider refused this kindness.

He is proud and confident that he and his people can find a way to coexist with magic.

So, now, six thousand eight hundred years after Dath'Remar Sunstrider founded Quel'Thalas, let me, an ordinary pirate, come to you, to the Ranger General of Silvermoon City, Quel. The big shot of Salas asked a question. "

The pirate coughed and pretended to be a wise man.

He crouched down.

Looking at Windrunner's mother, who was covering her face in agony, he asked:

"Do you think the baseless, foolish and arrogant fantasy of Dath'Remar Sunstrider, the first Sun King revered by all elves, has come true?

Do you think the high elves will get the future they want?

Do you think that you Quel'dorei are really more advanced than the night elves? "

"do not talk"

Ms. Lylitha Windrunner covered her head, surrounded by the corpses of the Withered Ones behind her, and said in a tone of pain, despair, and sorrow, with a trembling tone of request and escape:

"Stop talking, please, stop talking."

But her dejected posture became more bleak and she did not refute, which proved that the pirate's bad words were not nonsense.

Unfortunately, this is a secret that only pirates and elves know.

Ms. Natalie Serling, who was listening nearby, was confused. She didn't even know what riddle the two men were playing. Maybe the pirates heard their doubts.

The next moment, Blake stood up and motioned for Natalie to follow.

They walked to a still intact corpse of a withered spell. The pirate glanced aside. The group of little Nightborne children who had just been rescued were looking at them with their heads peeping under the care of Sephiel.

"Don't look at it, good boy. Eat some sweets first. I'll take you to find your mother later."

Blake grinned and sprinkled another handful of gnome hard candies towards the group of children, causing them to circle around Sephiel again and sing some kind of song by the Children of the Night.

The pirate felt nostalgic after hearing this, but he did not forget about the business.

"This kind of elves are called withered ones. They are the products of the descendants of the Sons of Night."

Blake pointed to the body at his feet.

The corpse had pale skin, a face as shriveled as a corpse, and the whole body was skinny and bones, with clear rib marks visible. The most frightening thing is that the faces of these withered people seem to have "melted".

Next to their lips, they could even see the white bones after the flesh and blood had been peeled off.

And the eyes that originally had the same purple glare as the Children of the Night have become pale and lifeless, and they have obviously lost their vision long ago.

They can only wander around like zombies, but they are still alive and have vitality.

But it's no different than dying.

Anyone who sees this thing will be shocked, including Natalie Serling, who is well-informed and has even dabbled in the mysteries of the void. The first time she saw the Withered One, she was terrified.

This is a terrible distortion of the power of life. It is different from the corruption of the void. It is not distorted like this by external forces. It is caused by internal decay and decay.

Represents a rather dark and terrifying fate.

The pirate snorted and looked back at Windrunner's mother, who had become autistic behind him. He said to Natalie in a gentle and patient tone:

"Becoming a withered spell is a fate worse than death. What tortures these elves is not only their hunger for the arcane power of the Nightwell, but also the fear of the gradual loss of their memories.

The last symptom of the Nightborne transforming into a Withered One under the torment of the demonic addiction in the body is the loss of vision.

After losing their sight, the only perception they have left is arcane energy.

They will turn into brainless beasts, looking for all the arcane magic that can be extracted from the unquenchable hunger surging in their hearts, and madly absorb that energy.

They will turn into mindless beings who feed on magic. "

"Demon addiction?"

Natalie caught a key word in Blake's words. She raised her head suddenly, covered her mouth, and said in a voiceless voice:

"That's not something only high elves have."

"Now you finally understand."

The pirate laughed, pointed in the direction of Suramar's purple sky, and said:

"Magic addiction is not exclusive to high elves. The Children of the Night built the Night Well, and the high elves built the Sun Well, although the names are different.

But the behavior is strikingly similar.

They were unwilling to give up the pursuit of magic under the persuasion of the night elves, and they were unable to suppress the desire for magic in their blood, so they indulged their desires.

Let yourself absorb excess magic power every day to satisfy your needs.

Day after day, year after year.

The magic strengthened Shal'dorei and Quel'dorei, but the magic also transformed and destroyed them through repeated indulgences. They were no longer able to resist the hunger for magic in their souls.

Their entire family has fallen into a feverish and tragic addiction.

If you don't give them magic power for a day, they will become restless! If you don't give it for half a month, they will lose their minds! If you don't give it for a month, they will start to degenerate. "

Blake patted Natalie on the shoulder, who had been stunned. He pointed to the corpse of the withered man at his feet and said:

"The causes of the Nightborne's addiction to magic are slightly different from those of the High Elves, but the manifestations are the same. It's just that the Shal'dorei degenerate faster than the Quel'dorei.

Probably because the Children of the Night have absorbed more magic for three thousand years than Quel'dorei, resulting in a stronger addiction to magic.

But addiction is addiction!

That is an incurable disease engraved in the blood and souls of the two races of elves!

Now, do you understand why Quel'Thalas has been a country for 6,800 years, but few high elves have moved outside the country? It's not that they don't want to leave

As long as they leave the light of the Sunwell, they will meet the sad end of the Withered.

I've always heard that the high elves are proud of the great magical talent that all people have, and every time I hear this statement, I laugh.

Yes, my smile was mocking them.

How can a group of elves who have sucked magic and become stupid still have the right to be complacent? "

Natalie pursed her lips and nodded.

The black-robed ship's doctor turned around and looked at the autistic General Lilesa behind him with a look of pity. She could now understand why General Windrunner lost control so much when he saw the Withered Man.

She saw the future of the high elves.

Suramar and the Withered are the future of Quel'Thalas.

What's even more desperate is that she can't reverse this future.

As the pirates said cruelly, the Quel'dorei elves have gone too far on the road to self-destruction. They have long missed the opportunity to save themselves, and the future of this race can only slip in despair.

"No! The Night Well has existed for ten thousand years and is still supplying magic power."

Natalie looked at the pirate and said:

"The Sunwell has existed for more than six thousand years, and it has never had any problems. As long as the Sunwell still exists, the high elves' demonic addiction will not break out on a large scale.

As long as they protect the Sunwell, as long as they..."

"So, my ship's doctor, facing a civilization that is about to die due to magic addiction, your advice to them is to let them continue to indulge their desires, continue to absorb magic power, and continue to strengthen their magic addiction?"

Blake looked at Natalie with strange eyes and said:

"As a high-level doctor, when faced with an addicted patient, you prescribed medicine to make him take more drugs? Are you kidding me?"

"I"

Natalie was stunned by this question, and she wanted to refute and explain.

But thinking about it carefully, there is really no need to explain.

This problem has no solution.

"Okay, now that the problem has been explained clearly, it's time to talk about the solution."

The pirate strode up to General Lilesa. He stretched out his hand, pulled up the autistic Windrunner mother, stretched out his hands, and tapped General Lilesa's shoulders on both sides.

Just like the conferment of honors by nobles.

He looked into Windrunner's mother's dim eyes and said to her:

"I want you to fight for me, Lylitha Windrunner. I want you to become my retainer willingly, and stop talking about crazy things like pursuing peace and freedom.

As long as House Proudmoore lasts, you will dedicate everything to my cause!

Just like you give everything for your country.

Only such great loyalty can give me enough reason to convince myself to put the method that can save your people and country into your hands. "

"you"

Lilesa raised her head sharply and looked at the pirate.

The latter put his hands on his hips, tilted his head, and said to her:

"You should call me 'Your Highness', my 'ancestral elf', and be polite. The children next to you are watching, so don't teach them a bad lesson."