Shadow Trails in Azeroth

Chapter 893 223. Run away from home, Your Highness the Princess! --Additional update for Brother Shuangyanyu【325】

Moira Bronzebeard felt like she was going crazy.

She didn't know why this idea kept swirling in her mind after Princess Fenna from Kul Tiras visited her.

She even suspected that she had been cursed.

But after becoming a priest of the Holy Light during the Orc War, she repeatedly checked with the power of the Holy Light and found that her mind was not affected.

But that idea was so strong that after Princess Fenner left, he sneaked out of the palace and ran to the Explorer Hall.

But when she actually stood behind Black Shaw, Princess Bronzebeard suddenly realized something.

She seemed a little too reckless.

Her understanding of the person in front of her was limited to those legends that were not true or false, things about Dalaran, things about Kul Tiras, and some gossip within the Holy Light Church.

It is said that the pirate in front of him has a close personal relationship with the Pope of France, and some people claim that he is a "true prophet".

This statement has appeared a long time ago, and it coincides with the story told by Princess Fenner's elf attendant just now.

Even the brave and independent Princess Fenna herself said that her ability to reach this point is inseparable from Blake Shaw's encouragement.

This made Princess Moira wonder if there was any close relationship between Fenner and Black.

She's going to be confused now.

Feeling like I was being stupid, maybe it would be better to turn around and leave before he noticed.

She is the Bronzebeard Princess!

If someone discovers his inappropriate behavior, it will definitely become a shameful incident that affects the reputation of the Bronzebeard family. So, the dwarf princess in a cloak quietly turned around and was about to leave, but unexpectedly heard a voice behind her.

This made Moira's whole body stiffen.

It's like being caught doing something stupid, embarrassing and shameful.

No matter her age, being a mother to the human being in front of her is enough. After all, she is an immortal species.

"I don't have any questions for you."

With a sense of caution, Moira said to Black, who had his back to her admiring a vrykul sword on an exhibition shelf:

"I just came to thank you for giving me this gift and to ask why."

As she spoke, she also took out the ring of flames crown that had just been given to her by Princess Fenner.

To be honest, this crown was forged very much in line with the aesthetics of the dwarves, and the Bronzebeard Princess fell in love with it at first sight.

The most important thing is that even though it is always surrounded by burning flames, it is not hot when you touch it with your fingers, and it has a heart-warming feeling.

As a member of the dwarf royal family who is good at forging, the princess could easily tell that this crown was not just a decoration, it was also a very powerful magic item.

After learning from Princess Fenna that this crown was a gift from the pirate in front of her, Moira really wanted to thank her in person.

Moreover, as a very smart woman, combined with Black's poor reputation in the human world, she could easily deduce that the purpose of the pirate's gift was not simple.

"I know you just had a secret discussion with my father. If you plan to use this gift to ask me to help persuade my father, then I cannot accept this gift."

Moira raised the ring of flames in her hand with some regret and said:

"I cannot participate in the politics of the Bronzebeard Kingdom."

"Why not?"

Black continued to admire the various exquisite collections in the display cabinets in the Explorer Hall. The Eye of Kilrogg on his shoulder levitated and floated in front of Moira Bronzebeard.

It was like looking at the bronze-bearded princess with her own eyes.

To be honest, although dwarf girls have never conformed to the aesthetic standards of humans or elves, Moira Bronzebeard's appearance is completely disgusting.

Of course, she has the big nose and high forehead that are iconic and proud of the dwarves, and she also has the standard height of the dwarves. In addition, the dwarves do not regard slenderness as beauty, they admire a stocky and strong figure.

Well, it's stocky, not bucket-waisted, it can be understood as "flesh, but still with lines".

By this standard, Princess Moira is a true "dwarf beauty".

The most important thing is that she has a pair of big, bright eyes that are very bright and shiny by the standards of any race, and she also wears gold hoop earrings on her ears.

The princess braided her bright, flaming maroon hair that belonged to the Bronzebeard royal family, and put it on both sides of her head, forming a hairstyle unique to dwarves.

Some trendy dwarf girls also use this hairstyle.

But this style of dressing up hair is suitable for these two short races, and women of other races are a little unable to control it. If Fenner had her hair like this, it would make Blake laugh out loud.

The pirate observed the Bronzebeard Princess whom he met for the first time and said:

"Is it because His Majesty Magni doesn't allow you to get involved in politics, or do you hate that kind of situation where interests are exchanged?

Based on my understanding of the inheritance laws of the dwarves, if there is no next generation royal member of the Bronzebeard family except you, then the position of king is destined to fall on you.

Wife of His Majesty Magni, your mother passed away many years ago, and the king has no intention of marrying again.

Your uncle, Prince Muradin, has dedicated his life to forging, wine, and fighting. In the future I see, he is proud to be the defender of the Dwarves and the Bronzebeard clan, and he will not have a small family of his own. .

And your other uncle Brian

It’s okay if he doesn’t say anything.

If you are the destined king in the future, why can't you participate in the politics of the kingdom in advance? My friend Kael'thas Sunstrider is a prince, with the same noble status as you, and the same initiative to inherit a country.

He fled the court because he hated political fighting. What about you? "

"I don't want to talk to you about this."

Black's question seemed to touch some of Moira Bronzebeard's psychological taboos. She took a few steps back warily and said:

"Our relationship is not that good yet."

"Give me a little more time, your generous highness."

Blake didn't care about the Bronzebeard Princess's resistance, and he said:

“I occasionally read some humanities books of various races to pass the time.

My favorite is a series of papers on the customs of various races written by Lord Axenus, a famous royal historian in Ironforge and even the entire eastern continent.

Her views are sharp and full of unique insights.

One of the studies on the status of women among the dwarf clans opened my eyes. In the paper, the female historian from the Bronzebeard clan believed that women among the Wildhammer dwarves had the highest status.

Next is black iron.

Her hometown of Ironforge is full of unreasonable male chauvinism, and the status of female dwarves in the Bronzebeard clan needs to be improved.

What do you think of this point of view, Her Majesty the Princess? "

"I am the second author of Axenus's paper"

Moira Bronzebeard snorted. She felt that the human in front of her always had something to say, and her dwarf temper made her dislike this hidden way of speaking.

So she asked directly:

"what do you want to say in the end?"

"Then I'll tell you straight. Please forgive me, Your Highness."

Blake laughed. He finally turned around, looked at the dwarf princess under the hood, and said softly:

"Having a patriarchal father has made your life miserable since you were a child, right? Even though you have tried so hard, you still can't get your father to recognize your abilities.

The saddest thing is that he doesn't approve of you just because you are a girl.

It's not that you lack ability.

As far as I know, although His Majesty Magni loves you very much, he has always wanted a son to rule the kingdom after him, and is disappointed that you failed to become his desired male heir.

You had a bad relationship with your father because of it, right? "

"Where did you know this?"

Moira was shocked.

The princess said in an incredulous tone:

"My father didn't even mention this idea to my two uncles. He only discussed it with a few of his advisors. I overheard it in an accident.

Are there people from you among his advisors?

This is impossible!

Those advisors are all old dwarves who are over two hundred years old. When they became the king's advisors, your grandfather was not even born yet!

Did you bribe them? "

"Perhaps a more acceptable explanation."

Blake spread his hands and said with a smile:

"I am a prophet, Your Highness."

"All pretense and vigilance are meaningless in front of me. I know your troubles, I know your pain, and I know why you came to see me.

Like I just said, you need to ask me a question and I will give you an answer.

As for why I want to give this crown to you, don't think too much. I have many ways to make your father accept my proposal. In fact, he has already accepted it.

The fate of the dwarves is about to take a great turn, and I have single-handedly brought it about.

I don't need an under-appreciated heir to the throne to help me persuade His Majesty Magni. Even if I really want to ask for help, I won't ask you.

You and your father will quarrel as soon as they meet, and asking you for help will only be counterproductive.

Besides, don’t you think this crown should be yours by nature? "

"It definitely feels that way."

Moira Bronzebeard stroked the Ring of Fire in her hand and said:

"It's like a friend I've never met made this crown for me. He knows my preferences, knows I like to watch the flames burn, and even the weight is perfect for me to wear.

This is the most perfect gift I have ever received since I was a child. I really want to know who forged it? "

"Is that your problem?"

Blake coughed and said in a long voice:

"If it is confirmed, then I will tell you the answer?"

"No, no, no, that's not the problem!"

The Bronzebeard Princess waved her hands hurriedly.

She took a deep breath, then looked at Blake and asked seriously:

“If you are really as magical as Princess Fenner and other rumors say, then there is only one prophecy I want to get from you.

I want to ask you

Can I become a qualified ruler in the future? Can I impress my annoying father? Can I transcend his rule? "

"Well I feel like you're not looking to me for answers."

The pirate rubbed his chin and said:

“I sense that you came to me for comfort.

It can be seen from this that your father's stubbornness has cast a shadow on you, so much so that you yourself have begun to doubt whether you can become a qualified heir.

But I'll give you an answer.

I have seen that future, Moira, where you will stand on the throne and rule proudly, but you are not here, your kingdom is still far away.

You will eventually return home, but you won't become King Bronzebeard.

This does not detract from your greatness, because you will personally raise a king who belongs to all dwarves.

You and your father will eventually reconcile, and after going through many, many hardships, you will realize that it was not just your father's stubbornness that caused your tragedy.

And your inaction. "

"My inaction?"

Moira was angered by Black's words.

She glared at the pirate and said in a sharp voice:

“How do I convince a stubborn father who just wants a son to accept me?

I showed him my knowledge.

Compiling books with his historian, I wrote a paper that even a pirate like you has read, but he turned a blind eye!

I showed him my bravery.

When the orcs attacked Ironforge, I joined the Church of the Light and used my power to heal the wounded on the front lines. His guards all thanked me, but he was indifferent!

I show Him my strength.

When I was a child, I learned martial arts from Muradin. I went out alone in the city to fight snow leopards and brown bears. I also went to eradicate snow monsters, but all I got was a scolding.

He believes that princesses should stay in the palace honestly and be married off as a tool for political marriage when they grow up!

He is a stubborn old man!

He's still a dwarf, which makes him as stubborn as a mountain. I've gone as far as I can, I've tried it all.

But I failed.

Are you still saying that I have done nothing?

You claim to be a prophet, no, you are just like him, you are all blind!

I shouldn't have come here, all I got was a disappointment.

as always.

Every expectation is met with disappointment. "

The Bronzebeard Princess held the crown in her hand and took a few steps back. With Black's guidance, she finally spoke out the words that were deeply hidden in her heart. Her eyes were red with anger.

Not just because of the pirates' comments, but also because of the injustices he suffered in the past.

"I'm about to cry."

Blake covered his eyes hypocritically and said:

"You long for recognition and respect from your father, but you keep working hard but you keep getting disappointed. You keep trying to turn disappointment into strength, but you are tired.

You don’t expect it anymore.

So you allowed your dissatisfaction with your father to turn into a shadow and engulf yourself completely in order to take revenge on your father.

That's the question I want to hear.

That's the answer I'm interested in giving. "

The pirate figure disappeared from the spot in a flash, and when he reappeared, he was standing in front of Moira. He took the Ring of Flame out of Moira's hand and placed it on the head of the crying princess.

It's like a coronation.

He said:

"If someone thinks you can't do it, prove it to them! Stubborn old men will never accept their mistakes unless they see it with their own eyes.

I proposed to your father to create a dwarf hammer to reunify the three hammers, but from his eyes, I saw a kind of helplessness.

he knows.

He couldn't handle the Dark Iron Clan.

But, you can. "

Blake half-knelt in front of the Bronzebeard Princess. He looked into those red eyes, and what was reflected in those pupils was a soul longing for recognition.

She would even burn herself to get the respect she deserves.

"You can do what the great Magni Bronzebeard couldn't do. When you return to Ironforge with the Dark Iron dwarves who surrender to you, the expression on your father's face must be wonderful."

The pirate whispered:

"The divided dwarves are destined to unify, so why can't you be the one to unify? You like this crown, right? Do you know who forged it?"

Black patted Moira on the shoulder and said:

"Emperor Dagran Thaurissan has just lost his allegiance to his master.

I personally expelled the Fire Demon King, and the time of slavery for the Dark Iron dwarves was over. However, they had knelt for too long, and they did not know how to enjoy their freedom.

Their emperor was very ambitious, but he didn't know how to lead his people.

And you

You have been preparing for rule for decades, all you need is a chance to prove yourself.

Go and rule them all.

Prove your father wrong and find a destined love. "

"But, but Thaurissan what if."

Moira's eyes widened.

She instinctively wanted to ask a question, but she saw the pirate raised his finger at her and made a silent gesture. Blake stood up and whispered:

"Are you so unsure of your own charm? My lord. I am a prophet. Believe me, Dagran Thaurissan will become your servant.

He will be extremely obsessed with you.

His empty heart is in need of a new master at the moment. What could be more suitable as a shackle than a passionate love? "