Shadow Trails in Azeroth

"Oh, I came here in a hurry. My favorite 'Onyxia Dress' is still flying. I suddenly lost control of my soul. I don't know if she will crash?"

In the Black Wing Blood Circle, after Xal'atath and the disgusting pirate looked awkwardly chattering for a few seconds, she suddenly exclaimed and suddenly disappeared from the pirate's heart.

Black waited patiently for nearly five minutes before Xal'atas returned.

she says:

"It's done. Those orc cubs were almost thrown to death. Fortunately, we were flying close to the ground before and we have properly placed them and my clothes on the coastline. Sephiel will take care of the rest."

"Did you come back alone?"

Blake said as he moved towards Chromaggus's direction:

"Didn't Mother Dragon become suspicious?"

"How can she have time to doubt me now? She is almost too busy."

Xal'atath said sarcastically:

“The Dragon Mother’s expansion in the Gorgrond Wilds has been too overbearing and has angered the local ogre tribe. They have summoned the Gronn to attack the new lair of the black dragons.

It is said that a group of mysterious but powerful orcs also joined the hunt for the black dragon. The Dragon Mother has lost nearly ten adult black dragons in the past half month.

But things should be getting better now. Before I crossed the Dark Portal, the demon also landed in Gorgrond.

Those ogres are afraid of demons and should have retreated.

I guess it's only a matter of time before the Mother of Dragons escapes back to Azeroth. This time the demons are coming in full force. Although the elite of the army has not yet entered Draenor, just looking at the forward offensive, it is definitely an attack sweeping the world. Tide of demons.

The world of Draenor is too weak to withstand a full-scale Legion invasion.

In a few months at most, the whole world will fall.

The next target is naturally Azeroth.

When the Dark Portal cannot be destroyed, the demon only needs to reactivate that door, and an attack a hundred times more brutal than the orc invasion will begin instantly. "

"Um."

Blake nodded. He had already expected this result, so he didn't dwell on it. When they arrived at Chromaggus's den, the pirate said to Xal'atath:

"If Nefarian's guest is really a bronze dragon from another timeline, then the traces of my presence here cannot be hidden from it. I need you to use the power of the void to help me 'contaminate' the timeline."

"Wow, this is so difficult, my little master. I don't know how powerful I am in your heart, but there is no doubt that your request exceeds my limit."

Xal'atath said quietly:

"Time is the most superior force in the arcane system. To distort or pollute the time of your existence, only void creatures with powerful entities like the ancient gods can do it.

I'm a poor void spirit, I can't do it. "

"You are beginning to fail me, my servant."

Blake covered his face with the helmet in a playful manner and said:

"You never said you couldn't do something before. I'm beginning to miss the omnipotent you."

"Alas, you have grown to this point, my little master, let's be realistic, I already need you to protect me."

Xalatas smiled extremely seductively, she made a rustling sound as she licked her lips, and said:

"But although I can't distort the timeline, I can help you in a way. We can tamper with the traces you left. Increase the power and output the void residue to pollute the images you left in time.

Contaminate it to a point where it is absolutely impossible for a normal human being to bear it.

In this way, even if the bronze dragon comes, it will be difficult to see your true face through the obstruction of the void, let alone take the initiative to suspect you. "

"Can it still be used like this?"

The pirates became interested.

After knowing that Nefarian most likely had a bronze dragon ally, Black became interested in all the tricks that could be used against the bronze dragon.

“Of course, this is the correct way to use void power.

Among the six major systems, only the void has the "deceptive" effect on time, because the scale of the existence of the void even exceeds the eternity since the concept of "time" was born.

The superposition of countless chaotic eternities makes "time" beyond the reach of mortals, or even incomprehensible, but a ridiculous plaything in front of us.

I said that.

When I come back this time, I will take you into the warm void, and finally make you kneel at my feet and pray for endless joy. I always do what I say.

Now, let’s start the class!

listen carefully. "

Xalatas's tone instantly became very serious, and it even made the pirate feel like he was facing Dean Blue Moon.

she says:

"Raise your hand, focus my divine power on your fingertips, and let it vibrate at the highest frequency you can control. Then you can feel the traces of time on your body.

But be careful.

You will be tempted by the power that reaches so deep into the Void, the living knowledge of forbidden things that exist in the Void in forms you cannot fathom.

You can only take a little at a time to satisfy your hungry appetite. Eating too much will make you noticed by the void. Even if you don't want it, the knowledge will actively seek you out.

This is very dangerous behavior.

Take your time, yes, that's it, you learn so fast, I really want to kiss you as a reward, but unfortunately my 'tempting clothes' are not here, so I'll talk about it next time. "

Under Xal'atath's guidance, Blake truly set foot in the void for the first time, only getting a taste of it.

He didn't feel the echo of the void emphasized by the essence of the void, but he did feel a completely different feeling from the usual shadow rhythm.

It's just like.

How to describe it?

On a spiritual level, we are involved in a dark and unknown lightless sea. Even if we know that a wave will capsize the ship and people will be killed, we still can't help but want to sail away.

Sure enough, every Proudmoore has an ocean in his heart.

"Very good, you picked up your first 'shell', a little boy playing on the beach."

Xal'atath chuckled and said:

"In the future when you come into contact with the Bronze Dragon, remember to maintain this 'void infusion' state at all times. It will help you disguise yourself in time and cut off all timeline tracking.

But you'd better pray that Nefarian's bastard friend isn't a high-level quicksand scale, and such a trick is not unsolvable in their eyes.

Those masters who travel the timeline can track into the future, and covering up the past is meaningless. "

"I'm not worried about that at all."

Blake felt the void pollution around him and said softly:

"There is no fixed future in this timeline. Any move forward will only result in an unreadable chaos. Even if Nozdormu comes, there is nothing I can do.

I just need to protect myself in the 'past'.

This is my home court.

Let's go and lurk in the Blackwing Lair to see who the 'invisible visitor' is for tonight's appointment. I hope she is not the troublemaker I am familiar with.

Otherwise, I would really be a bit reluctant to do it. "

"Um?"

Xalatath said doubtfully:

"My little master, besides Sephiel, do you know any other bronze dragons? Although I already know that you have a wide range of friends, this really shocked me."

"Chromie, you're a troublemaker."

The pirate jumped lightly onto the upward moving elevator and said:

"That's the good friend Sephiel always talks about. She is a real member of the Quicksand Scale, an adult bronze dragon, and very difficult to deal with.

And based on her character, I can be sure that even now that the bronze dragons have evacuated this timeline, the troublemaker must be paying attention to this timeline, ready to rush in to 'save' his friends at any time.

I even suspect that she may have discovered the secret that Sephiel is still alive.

I hope this has nothing to do with her. "

Blake waited patiently at the entrance of the Black Wing Blood Circle, and exchanged some information about Draenor with Xalatas. It was not until dozens of minutes later that the black dragon reopened the door for a shift, and the pirates were able to return to the Black Wing Lair in the outside world.

It was almost afternoon, and the black dragon that had gone out to "purchase ingredients" had returned. When Blake was wandering around the Black Wing Lair, he was commanding several draconian "chefs" to deal with the captured fire dragons and Lava Spider.

These giant dragons are really not particular about what they eat. What they want is an "original ecology".

But the process of processing the ingredients made the pirates frown. Although this stuff was indeed a rare ingredient, how could it be palatable with such rough processing?

The next step is to wait.

After Blake wandered around Blackwing Lair for several hours, after the bored pirates stole almost every dragon's wallet in Blackwing Lair and looked through the treasures of every dragon's lair, tonight's guests finally Belatedly showed up.

Right on Nefarian's throne platform.

All black dragons and dragonmen were ordered not to enter this place. In the corner where the banquet was arranged, Black was quietly hiding in the shadow behind a pillar wearing a void coat.

He was waiting for the party to begin.

When a certain time came, Xal'atas reminded in a low voice:

"coming!"

"Um?"

The pirate raised his head and saw a ball of quicksand light opening with difficulty on the platform. This time portal was not smooth at all, as if it was being torn apart under some kind of pressure.

After casting the spell for more than ten seconds, a short man rushed out cheering and landed on the other end of the long banquet table.

The black dragon prince Nefarian, who was already waiting and was about to fall asleep, suddenly woke up, adjusted his hypocritical expression, and showed a master's smile.

"You came a little late today, I almost thought you were going to be late, my friend."

Nefarian in human form raised his glass to the short dwarf girl sitting across the long table, who didn't pay attention to Nefarian's enthusiasm.

Panting, she picked up a lava spider's leg, put it in her mouth and bit it like a crab.

While eating, he said vaguely:

“The Bronze Dragon is never late, but it’s also not early, we will only appear at the right time.

Alas, in other timelines, the Eternal Dragons have become more and more active. Nozdormu has been missing for too long, and the entire Quicksand Scale dragons are leaderless. Dragon Queen Saumilian and her son have no idea how to lead us.

They are fighting an unwinnable war.

And I, I know all the truth, but I still have to pretend to be stupid with them. It’s really tiring. But fortunately, I will soon get rid of those crazy days.

All it takes is a legitimate 'fight to the death', which is easy. "

This old-fashioned little dwarf is dressed very interestingly. She wears a set of bronze armor, but the decoration on her shoulders is a clock with gears running.

Under a long shiny orange hair, he wears an eye patch similar to that of a pirate on his right eye, but the main body of the eye patch is like a magnifying glass.

Her orange eyes were enlarged, making her look very funny and magical.

In addition, her body is covered with various pendants related to "clocks", and clocks, in the mortal world, represent time.

After seeing the little dwarf's face clearly, Blake let out a sigh of relief.

Fortunately, it's not Chromie.

It was another bronze dragon that he had never seen before, but it was dressed as a dwarf. This weird and evil person seemed to be familiar with Chromie, and he seemed to be another troublemaker.

"You look like you're working really hard."

Nefarian nodded. Although he didn't know the meaning of the nouns in this bronze dragon's words, he was still very graceful and said in a gentle tone:

"Then let's not talk about plans tonight, so as not to upset your appetite, just enjoy the feast."

"Hey, no need to pretend, Nefarian."

The little dwarf snorted and said in a sarcastic tone:

"I have known you since you were born. Don't I still know what you are? I know what you want to ask me. Don't worry, I have arranged everything.

I will bring you the 'trophy' you need at some time in the future.

In exchange, you must help me complete my plan. I want to spend the rest of my life in this wonderful timeline, where there will be no eternal dragons to interfere with the rest of my life.

The war on the timeline is unwinnable, so I can only be a shameful deserter.

Although it is embarrassing to avoid this thing, it is really useful. "

"Aren't you afraid that my father will trigger the Twilight Hour and destroy the world?"

Nefarian shook the wine glass in his hand and asked:

"Are you so confident in our abandoned timeline?"

"I am scared."

The little dwarf pushed up the magnifying glass on her eyes, and picked up a piece of fire dragon's liver with a fork. She was like a philosopher at this moment, and said with a serious expression:

"But I would rather take the risk of facing an unknown future than being stuck in a 'Mobius strip' that I can't escape from."

"But for the bronze dragon, isn't the unknown the most terrifying thing?"

Nefarian asked:

"I still can't understand your choice. You gave up your omniscience and omnipotence just to seek comfort?"

"I want to correct your stupid statement. The bronze dragon is not omniscient and omnipotent!"

The little dwarf bit into the delicious fire-smoked dragon liver, and she said:

“I actually don’t like this timeline.

There is no future me here.

I have no way to deliver crisis warnings to me, no way to summon my future self to help me fight, and no way to share my current happiness and distress with my future self to seek my comfort.

But at least I won't lose my past.

I can hide in the past and enjoy the peace instead of being hunted by my future self. Do you know how desperate the 'endless war between myself and myself' is?

Before I was born, when I was born, when I died in battle, when I went crazy. In every one of my past and future, I will fight with myself until only one of us is left.

The worst part is, I may not win yet.

When all memories and expectations are tainted by endless battles, there is nothing to look forward to in eternal life.

I suspect that in the future or in the past, I was driven crazy by this kind of despair.

You envy the bronze dragon's 'immortality' and 'eternal life', but you completely don't understand how much we have paid for this curse. I gave up on my own initiative, Nefarian. "

The little dwarf lowered her head and touched the pocket watch on her wrist very dearly. She said:

"Don't look down on me for this, I just want to make my life easier."

Holding the fork in her hand, she poked several holes in the liver of the fire-smoked dragon as if to vent her anger, and then took a big bite of the delicious food in her hand.

She murmured and repeated:

"You are ignorant and cannot understand."

"You just need to hide in the sewers and pick up the leftovers of good people, and enjoy the conspiracy of being a bad person like a mouse. What an ignorant and happy guy you are."