Shadow Trails in Azeroth

After a night of fighting, the desolate Qiraji ruins returned to silence.

The death knights are collecting the remains of their companions and taking them back to Elrethalas for stitching and repair. For these dead warriors, having their bodies torn into pieces does not mean the end of their second life.

As long as it is mended, it can continue to carry the will of the dead and continue its own war with the body of the dead.

Of course, if the body is too damaged, they can only find another way. For example, there are many complete corpses in the Sindra Cemetery in Elrethalas that they can use.

In the past ten thousand years, the Sindra elves living in the city of ten thousand years have fought for less and less magic power to satisfy their shameful magic addiction. They did not hesitate to raise the butcher knife against their own people.

At the end of the War of the Ancients, the city had a population of nearly a million. Now the number of Sindra elves who have been moved to Suramar is less than 200,000.

In short, the corpses in the City of Ten Thousand Years are enough for the Black Crow Group to use for a long time.

The heroic spirits also returned to Sky Fortress after the battle. Their War King destroyed C'Thun's remains, purified the Titan Cage and returned with a great victory.

There is a grand feast celebrating victory in the mead hall.

The golden fortress did not stay in the great desert for too long. After the last heroic spirit stepped onto the Rainbow Bridge, the Sky Fortress slowly flew towards the eastern sky of Silithus.

As I said before, Odin drove the Hall of Valor to Silithus not just for C'Thun.

He has a more important purpose.

His target is hidden in the mysterious land bordering Silithus that is inaccessible to mortals.

Blake is going there in a few days.

When the first ray of sunlight breaks through the darkness and shines on the ruins of the insect swarm, members of the Holy Light Church are holding a mourning ceremony for the war dead outside the Beetle Wall.

Although most of the battle last night was dominated by death knights, the Kaldorei warriors of Cenarion Fortress and the local druids also participated in the peripheral battles, as well as the hunters in the secret passage.

Their numbers were small, but their casualties were considerable.

After the battle, the bodies of the victims were collected.

They will be incinerated to ashes and sent back to their hometowns.

Especially for the elves, the Great Desert of Silithus is too far away from the World Tree. After their death in battle, their souls turned into elves and could not return home. They had to be guided by druids to return to the sea. Gar Mountain, returns to the warm embrace of the World Tree.

The idiot Fenner cried miserably in front of the burning wooden frame.

In the battle last night, seven brave shield maidens stayed in this yellow sand forever. Even though their souls have returned to the Hall of Valor, as a sentimental mortal, Fenna still cannot accept this. The farewell of warriors.

Heya, who was covered in injuries, stood next to Fenner, holding a bone horn in her hand.

When Fenner ignited the flame, the Supreme Shieldmaiden blew the desolate horn to see off her companions.

She knew that the souls of these companions would turn into mighty Valkyries in the Hall of Valor. Their battle in the mortal world was over, and they were freed from the shackles of flesh and blood in glory.

They have embarked on the most wonderful ending of being a Vrykul.

She also knew that one day, she would step onto the Rainbow Bridge and reunite with her sisters in the Hall of Valor.

The remaining shield maidens were all wounded. They silently inserted the weapons of the dead in front of the burning flames. The shield maidens would carry the ashes of their compatriots back to the Skod Asheer tribe.

But these weapons will remain here forever to commemorate the deadly battle where the Shield Maidens shed their blood.

Their never-ending desire for war has been somewhat satisfied in the battle with the insect swarm last night. They fell in love with this desolate desert, and they left a part of their lives here forever.

This is the best memorial to a soldier.

"The holy light protects the souls of the brave. We cannot forget the war last night. It was a dispute between darkness and light. We protected our souls and the world.

Thanks to the Holy Light for guiding us through the mire of darkness. "

In front of the burning flames, the old man Fa'ao, holding a wattle staff, was saying mass in a low voice. He watched the corpses of the dead in front of him being engulfed in flames and kept reciting scriptures in a low voice.

These dead were not followers of the Light.

But Faao believes that the Holy Light will still protect these heroic souls.

Beside him, the young priest Ms. Partrice was also praying. This long-legged priest seemed to have matured a lot overnight. She faced the most terrifying darkness in the name of faith, and she was not knocked down.

She used her holy light to save the lives of more than a dozen people last night. She participated in the process of Ms. Natalie's casting of the sacred object of light and shadow. She witnessed a legend.

This was enough for her to understand the will of the Holy Light more deeply.

Further away, the great knights were carrying their "trophies".

A surprisingly large scarlet sword.

A weapon from the Qiraji Sword King Vecniras, a dark blade made for giants.

It was forged with strange crystals and insect carapace, and looked full of barbaric temperament. However, this thing was very precious. The heroic spirits who fought together last night did not take it away, and specially left it to these brave mortals.

It will be cut up and returned to Cenarion Keep.

There it was reforged by Kaldorei blacksmiths to forge armor and weapons for the great knights to commemorate this night of war.

The Beetle Wall still stands, and it may take more than ten years before it finally collapses, but behind this wall there is no longer the threat of darkness.

This angry desert can finally be quiet.

This ruin will continue to be the territory of the swarm. Without the dark leadership of the Qiraji, the silithid can finally enjoy the simple insect life they deserve.

The Cenarion Order will arrange a magical natural magic here so that the tamed swarm lords can continue to live here.

When the war requires them to appear, they can bring their own insect swarms under the command of their respective hunters to fight for the world and nature.

Of course, not all hunters are willing to leave their pets in the desert.

For example, the silent Rexxar took his new pet, a ferocious crimson flying insect lord, away from the ruins.

Considering that he may soon go back to Draenor to find his clan and fight against demons, such a fierce legendary insect can bring him more security.

With just a few days of spawning and hatching, Rexxar can have a swarm that overwhelms her enemies.

The most terrifying thing is that if the orcs let the zerg swarm develop on its own, he can create a Qiraji swarm army in the world of Draenor in a short period of time.

This is a restricted power and cannot be used casually. But do we need to follow any rules in the world when dealing with demons?

If you really encounter a devil, just do it and be done with it.

"Why don't you see Blake?"

After the memorial ceremony, Nathanos, who was carrying a war bow, came to Fenna and asked with a bit of pride:

"Where did he go? I also want to show him my new pet."

"It's so ugly!"

Fenna rubbed her eyes and looked at the huge purple armored bug in the desert not far away.

Standing over five meters tall, his movements are earth-shaking. That is Nathanos' new pet "Swallower" Blue. He is also a very powerful swarm lord, but he just seems to have a low IQ and is very stupid.

Look, it still has Nathanos' fox electric claws and champion dog Desolation on its head. Under the guidance of the cunning fox and Desolation's excited barking, it is digging in the sand with its terrifying sickle blade limbs.

The dust was flying like an out-of-control forklift.

It is said that last night, with the help of several druids, Nathanos lured it into hitting its head on a rock and knocked himself unconscious. Only then was Nathanos successfully tamed it.

The heavy and ferocious armored insect and Rexxar's ferocious flying insect were completely two extremes.

The idiot soldier said disdainfully:

"Are you bringing this thing out to fight to make your enemies laugh to death? I heard that you are pursuing Ms. Sylvanas. Do you really think that having such a stupid pet can increase your masculinity?"

"You just don't know how to appreciate the beauty of strength. My poor Fenna, your brain is full of muscles, and this won't work."

Nathanos snorted, admiring his stupid pet.

He rubbed his chin and said:

"Bruce is a strategic weapon in the human kingdom. With it, I can win a war by myself. But Ms. Windrunner said that we should set up a hunter's code for a secret passage.

The Silikite Lords cannot be thrown into the wars of the mortal world, and we Swarm Hunters must remain neutral.

Forget it, let’s not talk about this anymore. "

Maris brushed his hair and said to Fenner:

"I am going back to Northrend to continue my mission. Please tell Black for me that I will do my best to persuade Sylvanas to remain neutral in the chaos in the North Sea.

I was serious. "

"just you?"

Fenna looked at Nathanos disdainfully and said:

"Sylvanas can eat you like sandwich bread for breakfast! I think you should be prepared for the worst. I mean, you should go buy a 'love potion' from your bratty brother.

Believe me.

You'll need it when you, a weak man, are forced to do bad things to Sylvanas to stop her. "

"Wow, I find that your words are getting more and more poisonous."

Nathanos squinted and said:

"You're being influenced by Blake, and that's not good. What the hell is he doing now?"

"do not ask me."

Fenna rolled her eyes and said in a strange tone:

"Perhaps he is also 'taming' his own 'pet'."

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What idiot Fenner said is not entirely correct.

Blake was not taming the pet at this time, he was just completing what he was determined to accomplish.

The dark bottom of the Nagfar was now sealed. Black stood in front of a tool table in the darkness, with the buzzing Blade of the Dark Empire placed in front of him.

Sephiel stood beside him, holding Cho'gall's Twilight Hammer.

The first parasaurus's expression was a little serious. She looked at Blake who was moving his fingers and whispered:

"I didn't make this suggestion out of jealousy or other reasons, but I really think you should think about it again. This is not the first time that Xal'atath has been unruly and secretly evil.

She tried to infect you with her void power when you were promoted to Legend in Eagle Claw Peak.

In Onyxia's dragon's lair, with his own guidance and arrangements, your brain almost became a mess.

I believe that this evil Void Essence does have some twisted feelings for you, but compared to the benefits she brings to you, her existence is obviously a greater threat to you. "

Sephiel looked at the Twilight Hammer in her hand, and she said to the silent Black:

"You can't believe her promise. For void creatures, the contract is just a piece of paper that can be torn at any time. She represents dangerous uncertainty. I doubt that even if she is rescued by you, she will be solidified in the future.

I'm even more afraid that the next time she messes around, it will really ruin your future.

You must think carefully about this decision.

She has been entangled with you for too long, and you have tried your best to get rid of her. Now is an opportunity. Perhaps sending Xal'atath back to the void is the right decision.

You might be sad for a few days, but"

"You're suggesting that I kill her myself."

The smelly pirate sighed and said:

"In her current state, the only outcome of being sent back to the void is to be assimilated by the will of the void. That is a fate more tragic than eternal death.

Indeed, what you said makes sense.

My reason is also telling me that saving her is not the right decision.

She only caused me trouble and I fulfilled her desires and I no longer owed her anything.

That's the truth, and there's nothing wrong with the logic. I thought I could easily convince myself to give up on her, but it turned out that I couldn't. "

Blake turned to look at Sephiel. He pointed to his forehead and said:

"Without the interference of Xal'atath, I rarely found my peace during this period. I almost forgot that feeling. No one speaks to you in your mind, no one instills the voice of darkness.

No one is teasing you all the time while you are doing something, no one is always feeding you evil, dark and depraved thoughts.

I can make full use of my wisdom to make decisions one after another. I enjoy this feeling of dominating my own brain, but I just don't adapt.

My wisdom is still sharp, but I always feel that it is missing a bit of darkness. Such thoughts can be called 'pirate's wisdom' or 'prophet's wisdom'.

But it's not the kind of dark wisdom I'm familiar with and want. "

The pirate shrugged, opened the flask and took a sip of wine.

Said to Sephiel:

"I may be crazy, but I am incomplete without her. Just like I wouldn't call this ship 'home' without you."

"Then you are really crazy."

Sephiel rolled his eyes at the stinky pirate.

She reached out and placed the Twilight Hammer next to the Blade of the Dark Empire in front of Blake, then bent down and made a "please" gesture, and said:

"Then come on, do what you have to do, and bring that little Void bitch back. But agree in advance, don't expect me to give this body back to her!

I love this dress.

I declare it to be mine. "