Shadow Trails in Azeroth

This is not the first time that Shaun Moonclaw Archdruid has dealt with Black.

He was well aware of the cunning and changeable nature of the man in front of him. When he was a friend, he was already very annoying, but once he became an enemy, the worry would escalate to fear.

Although the legendary pirate Black Shaw had a bad reputation among the Druid community due to the "wrong propaganda" of the Society of Benevolence, many young people who were induced by the misinformation thought that the stinky pirate was a big bastard who caused wrath.

In fact though it is.

However, a group of rationalists led by Shaun Moonclaw were still unwilling to put the Cenarion Order on the opposite side of the Undead Fleet.

Rushing to deepen the conflict is not in line with the teachings of nature, let alone the interests of the druids.

What's more, although this operation to purify the Corruption Tree was apparently led by the Wilderness Demigods, in fact the honest and honest Ursoc did not hide the real promoters of this matter from the Archdruids.

Therefore, whether they like it or not, the druids already owe the pirates a huge favor.

The stinky pirate now also claims that he has a way to wake up the long-sleeping Lord Malfurion, which has caused many changes in Shaun Moonclaw's mentality.

Old druids who have experienced the ancient war know that Black will not give this news to the druids for free. It is like a poisonous bait, and it will definitely cause stomach upset after eating it.

But the druids had no better idea.

They must eat this bait and then let Black Shaw cut them severely.

Typical stinky pirate style plotting.

It makes you know that there is a problem, but you still have to jump into the hole he dug.

"Say it."

Shaun Moonclaw held his staff and looked at the Luna armor on Blake with complicated eyes.

Although the druids believe in the way of nature and are not followers of the moon god, as the national belief of Kaldorei, the old druids also have a deep understanding of the wisdom of the moon god.

He really couldn't think of what attracted Ms. Elune's attention to the stinky pirate in front of him, so that she could hand him such a god-given gift.

Pirate and moon god, even if these two words are put together, they are a kind of blasphemy against Elune's faith.

"Say your answer and we will do what you ask for."

The old druid gave up his struggle.

He said:

"Until the issue of the Tree of Shaladrassil is resolved, the entire Druid Holy Land has been placed under martial law. We will send a team of druids to block the border with Suramar. Elisande's army will not be able to pass through. here.

In fact, not to mention them, even the Kaldorei pilgrims have been refused access to this place. "

"Hmm, so refreshing?"

The pirate said in surprise:

"Why don't you bargain? Such a smooth agreement makes me feel very unfulfilled. Mr. Yuezhao, you know that I have come up with three arguments to persuade you on the way here.

They are reasoning, profit inducement and threat of force.

Why don't you give me some room to play? "

"what's the function?"

The Great Druid of the Moon Claw rolled his eyes, and the old Druid with a good personality said calmly:

"You have the information we desperately need. You just forced us to owe you a huge favor, but we don't have any means to check you.

This was an unfair conversation to begin with. "

"Don't say that. You can try to catch me, torture me, torture me, and force me to reveal those important information."

The pirate spread his hands and said:

"Look, I only have one person here. As long as three powerful druids like you come here, I will never be able to escape. Not to mention that this place is so close to the Temple of the Moon. I heard that Ms. Tyrande will be here in person. It's sitting there.

If a white tiger sister like her also joins the fight."

"Stop joking, it's not funny."

Moonpaw glared at him and said expressionlessly:

"Ms. Maiev has just submitted a report to the Sisters of Elune and the Druid Order. She categorically stated that Black Shaw's combat power has far exceeded that of a legend.

When encountering him, if the number of legendaries on your side is less than five, you must avoid fighting. To complete a hunt, at least ten legendaries need to participate.

Look, we are well aware of your threat, Lord Black. We are not your enemies, nor do we want to be your enemies. There is no irreconcilable conflict between us. "

"Smelly woman!"

The pirate cursed under his breath.

He suddenly lost interest and took off his owl helmet, revealing his eyes that he no longer concealed.

Sargeras' cursed vision was cut off by Maiev before. Black was very distressed, but could not repair it, so he could only offer it as a tribute to Old Garni as a witness to their friendship.

This wave of garbage god has made a lot of money.

He stared at the Great Druid of the Moon Claw with his sea-blue eyes, then took out the wine bottle and opened the lid. Without wasting any time, he said straightforwardly:

"How much do you know about this strange plant, 'Morning Wheat'?"

"Morning wheat?"

Shaun's brows suddenly wrinkled.

As an Archdruid who is deeply immersed in the ways of nature, he certainly knows the information about this rare plant. He recalled the knowledge in his mind and said:

"Morning wheat was first discovered six thousand three hundred years ago.

At that time, one of our members was ordered to go to the jungle of Feralas to investigate the reproduction of elven dragons. She accidentally strayed into an extremely mysterious crater bordering Feralas, where there is a surprising and strange ecology.

It was also at that time that we came into contact with the magical morning wheat for the first time.

It can only grow in the strange terrain we call Un'Goro Crater. To be precise, only the fertile soil there can provide the nutrients needed for the growth of Morning Sunwheat.

That plant has high medicinal value.

The most peculiar thing is that under the catalysis of natural magic, it will produce confusing gases that cannot even be dispelled by natural magic.

It can make it easier for low-level druids to establish a connection with dreams. For high-level druids, inhaling the gas of morning wheat will also allow them to stay in the dream for a longer period of time.

But frankly, we don’t know enough about this amazing plant.

It also has many magical properties. "

"Yes, I agree with your statement. You are indeed professional in this aspect, but you are not professional enough."

Blake took a sip of wine and said:

"While I was traveling in the Endless Sea, I happened to learn an interesting little bit of knowledge about Morning Sun Mai from a friend. Do you want to hear it?"

Although the stinky pirate spoke in an understatement, the Archdruid of the Moonclaw clearly felt that he was getting closer to the truth.

So he nodded.

"If you want to listen, just pay! What are you waiting for?"

Blake curled his lips and shouted:

"You don't really think that I will tell you such important information so casually, do you? But since you have already agreed to help, I will accept less this time."

The pirate rubbed his fingers, thought for a moment, took out the Wolf's Edge Halberd from his bag, and said to the angry archdruid:

"Look, I got a good weapon a few days ago, but if this thing wants to become powerful, it must be re-blessed by the gods of the wilderness who have blessed it.

Everything else is easy to talk about, except for the blessing from the Nian beast inside, I have to go to Moonlight Grove.

I know that there is the base camp of the druids, and you rarely welcome outsiders there, but I have to go there. Who asked you to seal the Nian beast in the Luna Lake and only let it be unsealed once a year.

There is nothing I can do. "

"You actually even know this?"

When he heard Blake requesting a trip to Moonlight Grove instead of the lion's request for other excessive conditions, the Moonclaw Archdruid's face suddenly relaxed.

He reached out and touched the wild-looking Wolf's Edge, and indeed he felt the scorching power from the Nian Beast of the Wild Gods.

The pirate didn't lie, this weapon did have a blessing from the Nian beast.

But the fact that the Nian beast was sealed in the Luna Lake was a secret that even the druids rarely knew, but it was exposed by the stinky pirate in front of him.

The old druid once again felt the magic of Black.

He sighed and said:

"I can promise you this request. When your time is right, I will personally take you into the Moonlight Grove. But you have to go to the seal of the Nian Beast by yourself.

That wild demigod has always been kind to the druids who sealed it."

The old Druid smiled bitterly and said:

"But there's nothing we can do about it. Who can make it so that it can't suppress its wild desire for destruction?"

"I understand, I understand."

Blake laughed, rolled his eyes again, and asked:

"But I heard that Nian Beast has a blood descendant who is living in exile? You exiled it on a small island, right? It's in the Sea of ​​Mist."

"Yeah, Kuken."

The Archdruid of the Moonclaw has given up asking Black about the source of these strange information, and he answered calmly:

“In fact, there are many blood descendants of the Nian beast, but most of them have inherited the wild nature of the demigods and cannot communicate. The only exception is the little Kuken. It does not show the same strong aggression as its brothers and sisters.

We thought it could grow up safely, so we took it away from the sealed area and put it on an uninhabited island.

You are a hunter.

It's normal for you to be interested in these rare beasts, but what I want to tell you is that although Kuken is peaceful, it is also of demigod blood, and it is difficult to tame it. "

"I won't tame it."

Blake pouted and said:

"I can't afford to keep such a big white dog with two heads, and it can breathe fire. It looks very edible. But this news will definitely make other hunters excited.

A descendant of demigods.

A life born with great strength will take off immediately when it meets a good master.

I'll just collect the tickets then. "

"It's up to you, as long as you can find the island."

The Archdruid of Moonclaw was already very Buddhist. He looked at the pirate and said:

"Now, tell me some interesting facts about Chenguangmai."

"It's very simple."

The smelly pirate took the dwarf's pipe in his mouth, rubbed a ball of void fire in his hand and lit the tobacco leaves. He covered his face while puffing out the smoke, and whispered to Shaun:

"After the morning light wheat is combined with the power of nightmares, it can still release confusing gas, but at this time the role of the morning light wheat is no longer to help the druids fall asleep, but to make them have nightmares.

The most peculiar thing is that such a nightmare cannot be awakened until the gas in Chenguangmai is exhausted, let alone the existence of corrosion.

Because its power does not come from the Emerald Dream, but instead draws power from the void.

Your natural magic cannot awaken those Chenguangmai victims, not because the natural magic is not powerful enough, but because you know nothing about the mysterious void knowledge.

Malfurion was not only trapped in a nightmare, he was also tortured by the will of the void, which may explain the various changes in his body.

He tried to understand that knowledge, but he couldn't understand it, so he had to turn to the forces of nature, which loved him but accidentally gave him too much power.

Let him transform from elf to beast

Speaking of which, I'm also curious. When you found out that Malfurion Stormrage couldn't be revived, did you check the incense burning in his lair? "

"I understand."

Shaun nodded.

But then, his expression became very ugly.

He hesitated for a moment, looked around, and asked in a very low voice:

"Do you know who did it?"

"Of course I know, I know everything, my friend."

The pirate rubbed his fingers. Just when the archdruid thought that Black was still asking for a price, he discovered that the pirate put on his owl war helmet and jumped into the shadow rhythm guided by the void without looking back.

Before the hour, he left the last words that lingered in Moonpaw's ears:

"I won't tell you who it is, I don't want to get involved in anything involving the poor guy. There are bad people in the Cenarion Order, no doubt about it.

But if I were you, I would choose not to pursue it again.

Believe me, forgetting is a good thing for everyone.

In the final analysis, Malfurion was trapped but not harmed. Moreover, the source of the disaster has disappeared, and that person has come to regret it.

People have to learn to look forward, right? "

This message left Shaun Moonpaw stunned.

Blake didn't seem to say anything, but he did give a piece of advice. This was advice from a prophet that made people have to consider it carefully.

He hesitated for a few minutes, and finally turned into a storm crow and left. He had to rush back to Moonglade immediately to wake Malfurion back.

At the same time, in a cave in the distant Mount Hyjal, the archdruid Fandral Staghelm knelt on the ground and cried bitterly. Next to him was the body of a nightmare aberration.

It was torn to pieces by the angry and desperate archdruid's own hands.

It is rare to see a druid who walks the path of nature be so violent, but it does happen. This aberration died so tragically that almost every bone was torn off by Staghelm himself.

Before this cruel thing happened, Staghelm had called it "son" with great emotion.

Unfortunately, as the soul of Xavius, the ancestor of the Satyr Nightmare King, was taken into Hades, the pretense of being released by it was finally broken.

It's like a beautiful dream.

Unfortunately, the more perfect the dream, the more painful it will be when you wake up.

"ah!"

Archdruid Staghelm knelt on the ground and let out a desperate roar like a dying beast. He punched the ground with both fists until his hands were bloody, but he didn't even notice.

"Grandpa. Grandpa, what's wrong with you?"

A little shadow elf girl heard the painful roar coming from the beast's den. She anxiously tried to come in to check on her grandfather, but at this time, Staghelm, who was in pain like a beast, heard the sound and suddenly woke up.

He looked at the corpse at his feet, suppressing his nausea, hatred and pain, and trying to calm his tone.

He said:

"My dear Istalya, don't come in! I'm fine, I just had a nightmare, it's okay, I've woken up. It's a bit messy here, I'll clean it up.

You wait for me outside, I'll be out right away. "

Staghelm spoke tender words to his granddaughter.

But he waved his bloody left hand, summoned the brutal piranha with natural magic, swallowed the disgusting corpse of the nightmare aberration, and then dived underground.

While doing the most ruthless thing, he said to his little granddaughter in the gentlest tone:

"In a moment, grandpa will take you to the Moonlight Grove to play, okay?

Let's go see Malfurion. Don't you admire him the most? I think maybe he will wake up today and you can say hello to him in person. "

"Yeah! Grandpa is the best."