Shadow Trails in Azeroth

Chapter 945 42. This is definitely not retaliation, Ms. Elisande, it is just a normal military deployment [415]

(Additional update for Brother Silo)

Black ran to Stormheim to wait for the start of Odin's trial of strength. There were still a few days before the start, and the stinky pirate decided to visit the Vrykul.

He wanted to see if he could trick some shield maidens into joining the ship as thugs.

During the Battle of Hades, the powerful fighting power of these Odin's she-wolves left a deep impression on the pirate, and he felt that the strength of his marines needed to be strengthened.

While Black was visiting the Shieldmaiden's tribe, something related to him was also happening in Val'sharah.

After Lord Ravencrest returned to his loyal territory, the Black Crow Legion under his command underwent a terrible qualitative change overnight, just like a warrior body finally having its own soul.

The entire Black Crow Castle seemed to "come alive" in an instant.

The Sarains, who have been officially assigned to the Black Crow Legion, have received a new mission. They awaken all the dead in the entire Black Crow Castle as quickly as possible, not even the rotten skeletons.

This allowed Lord Ravencrest to have barely enough manpower overnight.

So when the archdruid Malfurion Stormrage, who had just awakened from the beast's den, and his wife, the high priest of the moon Tyrande Windspeaker, were invited to visit their old friend, what they saw was Several death knights are directing the skeleton soldiers to rebuild the collapsed arrow tower.

The dilapidated city gate of Black Crow Castle has been temporarily repaired, although it still looks very poor compared to the glorious Black Crow Castle in the memories of Malfurion and his wife.

But considering that Lord Ravencase has been awake for less than a week, this work efficiency is already extremely fast.

When the two disguised guests were ushered into Black Crow Castle by the Ranger General of the Black Crow Legion, what they saw made the two Kaldorei leaders feel surprised and uncomfortable.

Silent undead are working everywhere.

They are still performing their duties according to the establishment ten thousand years ago. Even in the huge animal pens, there are undead beast masters feeding the ghost devil sabers with soul fragments from unknown sources.

The hippogryph knights in the sky also formed a formation and patrolled.

Their patrol range extends from Black Raven Keep to the east to the Blind Fens in Highmountain, and to the west to the edge of the coast of Val'sharah.

Because the southern end is the Temple of the Moon and the Druid's Dream Woodland, there are no additional patrols. Probably because the undead do not want to conflict with the worshipers of nature at this time.

This is also the main reason why Malfurion and Tyrande were invited here today.

Lord Ravencrest wanted to talk to them about the relationship between the Black Crow Legion and the Kaldorei Moon Nation, how to get along, and how to conduct diplomacy.

But what is certain is that they were invited to visit the lord, rather than the lord taking the initiative to visit them, which shows that Lord Ravencrest and his Black Crow Army obviously do not intend to become vassals of Kaldorei.

This gives people a bit of a headache.

"Malfurion, I feel very uncomfortable here."

Ms. Tyrande Windspeaker did not wear her iconic moon-white ritual dress today. Instead, she wore a hunting suit and carried a war bow like a night elf ranger.

The coat and cloak covered her body, but this did not detract from her stunning beauty.

The Moon Priest is a kaldorei, and her skin is a mysterious lavender color like other kaldorei.

But she is fairer, her cheeks are dotted with eyes as bright as moonlight, and under her straight nose are plump and sexy lips.

As a priest of the moon, she has facial lines on the skin above and below her eyes, but this does not detract from the shocking beauty of this face, but adds a touch of wildness to her.

The long eyebrows unique to elves are indigo green, which is the same color as her long hair. This hair color will show a more beautiful blue under the moonlight.

On the forehead of the Moon Priest, there is a crescent moon symbol.

It is not an ordinary decoration, but a unique emblem of being a chosen one of the Moon God.

If Maiev Shadowsong is the Dark Moon God of choice of the Moon God, then Tyrande Windspeaker represents the bright and sacred side of the Moon God.

Also chosen by the Moon Goddess, Ms. Tyrande's frontal combat effectiveness may not be as powerful as Maiev's, but once she distances herself and uses divine magic and powerful shooting skills to fight against the enemy, any enemy will feel the cruel power crushing her. pressure.

Tyrande is definitely the most powerful combination of priest and hunter in Azeroth. She is not a demigod, but like Maiev, she is not far away from being a demigod.

At this time, the Moon Priest Lady looked at the working undead on the left and right, she frowned and said:

"This is inconsistent with the will of the moon god. We should not treat the dead like this. They should rest in peace the moment their lives end."

"They are not the Kaldorei, my love."

Malfurion Stormrage, the archdruid beside Tyrande, let out a long sigh. His tone was still a little weak. After all, he had just woken up from a long nightmare.

If today's matter was not so serious, Malfurion would not have come with his wife.

He also looked at the situation in Black Crow Castle and said:

“Lord Ravencrest and this Black Crow Castle have never been the territory of the Moon Goddess, they believe in the principles of the upper elf.

Although you and I both know that Lord Ravencrest is not one of those fallen ones, we still cannot be too harsh on matters of faith.

After all, if it weren't for him back then, there wouldn't be a world like this.

The world owes him a favor that will never be taken lightly. Nor does the will of nature express more fury. Has the moon decreed for thee? "

Tyrande shook his head.

she says:

"The moonlight was calm, and Elune acquiesced in their existence."

"Then let's finish this conversation today as the leaders of the Kaldorei, not as believers."

Malfurion reached out and patted his wife on the shoulder, giving her an encouraging smile, and Tyrande nodded.

But the way she looked at her husband was somewhat strange.

It's not that the loyal Moon Priest has moved on to someone else or anything, it's mainly that Malfurion's current posture is a bit strange.

That face was still the gentle one in his memory. His long green hair and beard were also well-kept, and the natural war lines on his face were as fresh as he remembered.

Although the Stormrage brothers were born as commoners, the appearance of the two brothers was in the "handsome" category among the night elves, but their temperaments were quite different.

As the older brother, Malfurion is more calm and gives off a sense of security that people can rely on.

And Illidan is more wild and free. In Blake's words, Illidan is a handsome ruffian who does things regardless of the consequences and doesn't bother to explain to others.

But now, Malfurion, who has returned from the nightmare, has some strange "embellishments" on him.

Two sword-like antlers extend from his hair, and wings covered with white feathers grow from behind his arms. These beast-like features make him look very different from ordinary elves.

And in Malfurion's beard, which represents wisdom, there are flowers that bloom again and again.

This is all a manifestation of the power of nature's love for a life, but the problem is that nature seems to love the Archdruid too much, so that he has begun to leave the human form.

Of course, the pirates had already explained this situation to the Archdruid of the Moonclaw.

This is because Malfurion was fighting against the void in his nightmare and needed the help of nature. The long-term confrontation caused changes in his body.

This change made Malfurion even more powerful.

But alas, it is irreversible.

In other words, Ms. Tyrande will have to accept that she has a "birdman" husband from now on. Well, this is actually not a bad thing.

After all, it is a very novel experience in every aspect.

The couple walked into the main castle of Black Crow Castle. The death knights along the way looked intently. They were the elite of the anti-demon coalition during their lifetime, and they would only become more loyal to their duties after their death.

It's just that these dead people are silent, making the huge Black Crow Castle look like no man's land.

To be honest, it's a bit confusing.

"Kakaka"

The heavy door of the lord's hall was slowly pushed open by the death knight. As the archdruid and the high priest walked into the hall, they immediately saw Lord Kutalos Ravencrest sitting on the lord's throne.

On his left stood his daughter, and on his right was Dean Lanyue holding a staff.

Several commanders of the Black Crow Legion, the Blood Matron and her lieutenant Fandos were lined up on both sides of the hall, and the undead servants of the Ravencrest family were busy at the reception table in the hall.

They arranged the freshly picked fruits and drinks that had been stored for 10,000 years, and took out the precious vessels, trying their best to create a scene prepared for distinguished guests.

This scene made the two Kaldorei return to 10,000 years ago in a trance.

The last time they came to Black Crow Castle, the scene was almost exactly the same as before.

The only difference is that the Elf Empire has disappeared in time, and the old people in front of you have become another form of life.

"Welcome you two, the dilapidated Black Crow Castle is flourishing today."

Lord Ravencrest was wearing his own black armor, and his long sword filled with cold light and dotted with rune light was placed next to his leg.

He expressed his joy at the arrival of the two Kaldorei leaders in the tone of a host welcoming his guests.

He tried very hard to show his kindness, but unfortunately the presence of death filled his every move, even his smile, with a cold sense of chill.

It is difficult for the dead to make the living feel happy.

No matter what they do, the living will feel threatened.

The atmosphere was a little awkward for a while.

"I told you, Ravencrest, we undead are not good at hosting banquets."

Dean Blue Moon sighed, and she said to Ravencase:

"Your arrangements make them feel uncomfortable and leave us at a loss as to what to do. Just do as I say, don't do these rituals before your death, and don't try to get back to the past.

Let's finish today's conversation in the undead's straightforward way. "

"Yeah, indeed."

The Lord also let out a long sigh.

The biggest problem with becoming undead is that they still have memories of the past, but it is difficult for them to have any emotional fluctuations in those memories.

Recalling the past is like looking at another person's life. Whether it is sadness or joy, it is difficult for them to be moved at all.

Lord Ravencrest is pretty good.

At least he still has a biological daughter by his side, which can bring some warmth to his memories, but the other undead in Black Crow Castle are not so lucky.

Everyone's temperament has changed drastically, everyone is confused, and everyone is eager for a war with the devil.

It's not that they are naturally warlike, it's just that they don't know what to do other than war. That was their only "main mission" after waking up in this era.

"Then I'll tell you straight."

Lord Ravencrest, who was sitting on the throne, put his hands on the armrests and said in a calm and indifferent tone to Malfurion and Tyrande in front of him:

"The Burning Legion is returning to this world, you two.

The war ten thousand years ago was not the end, it was just a truce in the middle. This is why we, the dead, are summoned to this era that does not belong to me, and we have no intention of conflict with the living.

Our swords are not drawn just to fight you.

The mission of the Black Crow Legion's existence here can only be clarified on the battlefield. I invite you two here today to reiterate this view.

We will not seek expansion in Val'sharah or Kaldorei territory, nor will we violate the taboos of your faith by converting the dead night elves into our members.

We can both pretend the other doesn't exist and do our own thing.

If you need help, we'll be happy to help.

As long as your people can accept aid from the dead. "

After Ravencrest finished speaking his thoughts, Malfurion and Tyrande breathed a sigh of relief at the same time.

The biggest problem for the dead is that they cannot reproduce naturally.

If they want to expand their power, they must find the dead and awaken them.

Such behavior is a terrible blasphemy in the moon god's faith or natural books. Once Lord Ravencrest decides to expand his power, the war between the Kaldorei and the Black Crow Legion will be inevitable.

Now, Your Excellency the Lord has taken the lead to set an example, which makes the potential conflict between the two disappear instantly.

The atmosphere in the hall suddenly became peaceful.

"This is also our idea, Your Excellency."

High Priest Tyrande said in a gentle tone:

"It is with this idea that we came to Black Crow Castle to meet our old friends from ten thousand years ago. I am very happy to see that you are still as wise as you were ten thousand years ago. Death has not weakened your wisdom."

"In addition, during the ancient war ten thousand years ago, we received full help from Black Crow Castle. Without you and your soldiers on the front line to resist the demons, we would never have any hope of winning the war."

Malfurion also said sincerely:

"We, and even the whole world, owe you a debt of gratitude. We are here today to express our gratitude and respect that has been delayed for ten thousand years."

"There is no need to say these polite words, Malfurion, and Tyrande, you are all my descendants, and I should protect you and your friends.

I choose to fight to protect this world.

It not only belongs to me, but also to my daughter, and to all those who want peace. My only regret is that I was unable to keep Illidan and persuade him to give up that terrible idea. "

Lord Ravencrest replied:

"I have learned from my daughter what happened to Illidan after he left Black Crow Keep. I am sorry, Malfurion, that I was not able to take good care of your brother.

As his mentor, I couldn't stop him from embarking on that cursed path. "

When the lord mentioned his apprentice Illidan, Malfurion and Tyrande's expressions became sad. The relationship between these three people was too messy.

There is also a hint of taboo in the chaos.

If Lord Ravencrest in front of them was not the real elder and their benefactor, others would probably be stopped immediately by the Archdruid if they mentioned it.

"Ravencrest, you really can't speak."

Dean Lanyue shook her head. She felt the embarrassment between the two people in front of her, so she took over and talked about the second thing.

she says:

"Now that the misunderstanding between the two parties has been resolved, I will make a request to the Kaldorei on behalf of the Black Crow Legion. We will not develop our power in the Kaldorei territory.

But other elves are not protected by this.

Right in the heart of the Kaldorei kingdom, in the wilderness of Feralas, there is the ten thousand-year-old city of Elre'Thalas, which is the hometown of the Sindra elves.

Now they are all accepted by Elisande, but there are a huge number of dead buried in that city."

The dean pushed up her crystal glasses and said:

“The Black Crow Legion will train there!

That thousand-year-old city will become our military camp and recruit training camp. The Black Crow Legion will expand at least one forward legion and one spellcaster legion in the next few months.

This is all to ward off the threat of demons.

I think the Warden should have also reported the situation in the world of Draenor to the Sisters of Elune.

Therefore, facing the crisis before us, the wise Ms. Tyrande and Lord Malfurion should not stop our actions, right? "

“Isn’t that place already occupied by Shaldorei?”

Tyrande asked doubtfully.

Lord Ravencrest glanced at his silent daughter, and he said implicitly:

"It is now, but as long as you two nod, it will soon be no longer. Including mobilization, transportation and preparation, and the time for the attack, it may take about twenty days to a month.

Well, the transport force doesn't have to bother the Kaldorei fleet to provide support.

We have enough capacity.

We also have allies who are not so reassuring, but work well together. You two, you can go back, and we will see you on the battlefield. "