Shadow Trails in Azeroth

"There is nothing to say about our experience of passing through the Dark Portal. We basically followed the information you gave us and used the rift opened by the mages of Quel'Thalas Sacred Relic Society to go to that terrible world.

Before seeing Draenor with my own eyes, I was filled with disgust and hatred for the orcs.

But to be honest, after seeing their world, I actually began to understand the war waged by the orcs. "

At a sentry post on the edge of Cenarion Fortress, Lord Knight Tirion Fordring sat on a stone with a glass of fruit wine in his hand. He looked at the quiet desert at dusk, recalling his journey in the world of Draenor. , said to Blake beside him:

"I never thought that a complete world could be destroyed to such a degree of fragmentation. When I saw the scorched earth of Hellfire Peninsula, I even prayed for the suffering of the orcs.

Although I know that it was them who destroyed their world with their own hands. "

The great knight shook his head, took a sip of fruit wine, and said:

"Although it's not worthy of sympathy, if the orcs had told us such a tragic situation from the beginning when they entered Azeroth, maybe the war would not have happened.

That land is dead.

I am not a shaman, but when I stepped on the dry and cracked earth, I could clearly hear the desperate groan of the earth under my feet.

It was a suffocating world of death.

The stars I saw there all had a desperate light, and the Silithus desert in front of me seemed rich in such contrast, as well as those miserable evil orcs.

Compared to them, the hateful-looking greenskins are all so cute. "

"Fel Orcs? What is that?"

Little Xingxing, who came to listen to the story, held a pen and paper in his hand and asked curiously.

Fording took out a stack of photo-bound diaries from his luggage, handed it to Little Star, and said:

"These are some of the experiences recorded by the Quel'dorei elves with gnome cameras. I don't want to describe that kind of corrupted creature to you, Miss Blue Dragon. It's also difficult for me to describe the current situation of the Draenor world in words.

You can see for yourself. "

"Great."

Little Star cheered with joy, took the diary handed over by Fording, and ran to the side to share the good things with the idiot Fenner and Seianni.

Blake didn't ask any more questions.

He obviously knows what the evil orcs are, and he also knows the current situation of Hellfire Peninsula.

Just by the name, you know it's not a good place.

"Tell me about your experiences. There is no need to describe the misery of the world of Draenor."

The pirate sat on the stone with his legs crossed, took a sip of rum, wiped his mouth and said:

"I am a prophet. I can see that world in my dreams, but I am more concerned about your communication with the Draenei. I heard that when you traveled through the Hellfire Peninsula, you met the Draenei waiting there. people?"

"Yes, we met them."

When talking about this matter, Old Fording still sounded surprised. He glanced at Black and said:

“Maybe it’s really a tacit understanding between the prophets.

When we crossed the giant pit of Hellfire Peninsula in the evening and were attacked by a group of hellboars, a group of draenei rangers appeared in time and helped us drive away those terrifying beasts.

They were headed by an archbishop lady named Nellie.

She claimed to have been ordered by the Prophet Velen to welcome us to a place called Shattrath City, and said that the Prophet had prepared everything we needed.

Because of your reminder, I accepted the guidance of those draenei.

It was also there that we separated from the explorers of Quel'Thalas. They said they were going to a place called Nagrand Grassland to hunt for treasure.

The Draenei also specially sent people to lead them through a place called Zangar Sea. They heard that corrupted creatures were haunted there. "

"You believe this kind of rhetoric. He is indeed an upright paladin."

Black shook his head and explained to Old Fording:

"The Draenei are not well-intentioned, but their hidden city Teledor is near Talador and the Zangar Sea. They don't want the curious elves to discover it, so they gave it to the guide.

The sufferings the Draenei have suffered in the world of Draenor are beyond your imagination, Lord Knight, they have long learned to be cunning, and they are more shrewd than you imagine.

As for Nagrand, there is also Draenei influence there.

After the orcs abandoned their world, the draenei have returned, and this time, they've learned to use their strengths to their advantage.

How was your trip to Shattrath City? I heard a demon appeared there? "

"The devil has not invaded the interior."

Old Fording said:

"At least when I left Draenor, they were still concentrating their efforts on attacking a place called Falalon, which is said to be a mysterious island isolated offshore from the Draenor continent.

The demons seem to want to use it as a base for their invasion.

As for Shattrath City, it is very safe there. If it were not in a dead world, I would even think it was the City of Holy Light. There I saw the ultimate creation of the Light.

Those naaru who are wise and gentle, powerful and compassionate.

They generously shared the wisdom of the Holy Light with us. I can only say that I thank you for your proposal, Blake. Without this trip, it would be difficult for me to realize the higher realm of the Holy Light knowledge. "

The great knight said in an emotional tone:

"Except for Prophet Velen, meeting the Naaru is definitely the most commendable thing on this journey. Many of my subordinates are still staying in Shattrath, helping the draenei resist demons while also learning from the Naaru. .

As for Lord Velen, I can only say that he is more of a prophet than you are.

This is not meant to belittle you.

only"

"I understand, no need to explain."

Blake waved his hand and said:

"In the prophet's profession, Velen is the absolute leader.

He is the strongest and best among us, and of all the self-proclaimed prophets in the stars, you will not find a more qualified divine being.

Compared to him, I am an unlearned scumbag.

But I'm more curious, what does Viren think of me? You should tell him everything about me, right? "

"I said it, I said a lot."

Fording drank all the fruit wine in his hand. Facing the cool wind blowing from the desert night, he groaned happily, touched his beard again, and said:

"Your Excellency Viren is very interested in you. He took the trouble to ask me for all the details about your story, especially about the means and causes and consequences of your involvement in those things.

He said a lot of things I couldn't understand.

Maybe it's because I'm not a prophet and can't understand your thinking.

But he told me clearly that you are a very good prophet. You make good use of the power of destiny and guide instead of recklessly changing. He said that if he had half your wisdom, the Draenei would not To this point.

He says that as a prophet, you are more qualified than he is. "

"Wow, as expected of Viren, he speaks nicely."

The pirate showed a proud expression and said:

"But I am a little embarrassed to be praised so highly by Viren. I am different from him. He is a real technical player, while I may be more of a talent.

I also know that the Holy Light Church is actively establishing contact with the Draenei. This is what His Majesty Fao told me personally. Therefore, I am curious, what is Velen's attitude towards Azeroth?

Did he say he was coming to this world? "

Faced with Black's inquiry, Old Fording shook his head and said:

"I also asked the prophet this question. He is a loyal believer in the Holy Light, so I invited him to come to our world. Maybe we can unite to fight against the devil.

But Viren refused.

He said he was the source of disaster.

He has harmed Draenor and the orcs, and he is unwilling to bring his own disaster into our world.

Although the Prophet did not say so explicitly, I highly suspect that he may have made up his mind to die.

He said that he chose to escape when the world needed him most, so he probably made up his mind to live and die with Draenor this time. "

"Tsk, tsk, that's what I'm afraid of."

The pirate said something without any beginning or end, which made Fording frown.

But before the great knight could ask, Black took the initiative to change the subject. He said:

"It seems that the little prince Arthas did not come back with you? Did he have a good time in Draenor? Or did he stay in Shattrath?"

"Well"

The pirate's question made Fording look strange. The knight was hesitant to speak. After thinking for a few seconds, he looked around and lowered his voice and said:

"His Royal Highness Arthas decided to travel that world. He took his two loyal guard captains with him. In addition, he found new friends there.

An orc who traveled to Draenor like him.

A young orc named 'Thall'. "

"!?"

Although Black was already prepared, his eyes widened when he heard the outrageous news.

The smelly pirate said in a weird tone:

"Didn't you draw your sword and strike at him when we first met? When did Arthas have such a good temper?"

"He cut it."

Old Fording said awkwardly:

"In the slums of Shattrath City, Arthas was defrauded of money by a cunning and fallen arakkoa. When he went to argue, he happened to meet Thrall, who was also defrauded of money by arakkoa.

The two of them started fighting on the spot on the territory of the Crow Man Gang.

The orc was quite powerful, and Arthas failed to kill him, but the two of them angered the arakkoa gang, and were chased by a group of arakkoa, so they had to work together to escape.

They ran to Tianya Tavern again to plan a duel.

But when we found Arthas, he was already drunk. He had a quarrel with the orc in the tavern and was thrown into prison by the Shattrath City defense army.

Alas, what a strange story.

But that orc Thrall is different from other orcs.

I don't know how to describe him. Although he has the appearance of an orc, his conversation and temperament make him look like an orthodox little human aristocrat.

I think this is probably why Alsace can tolerate him.

In short, when I returned to Azeroth with the lightforged knowledge gifted by the prophet, Arthas had already gone to the Nagrand grasslands with Thrall.

Thrall went to meet an old orc grandmother who was said to be highly respected in the local area, and Arthas went to find the Holy Land of the Burning Blade Clan, a place called Havalor.

He didn't know which damn bastard had been bewitched him, and he wanted to learn the way of the orc's sword master.

Oh, right. "

Old Fording seemed to have remembered something, he patted his forehead and said:

“Prophet Velen also made prophecies specifically for Arthas and Thrall, but the results of the prophecies were weird.

Viren told me that the fate of the two children had been reversed, and he said it was a very clever method.

He said that one of the two children was pulled back to the bright world from a tragic and desolate situation, while the other was pushed back to the warm world of mortals from a great lonely sacrifice.

He guessed it was you. "

The great knight stared at Black closely and said:

"I don't know Thrall, but you must have predicted the fate of Arthas and changed it during the Battle of Dalaran, right?"

"I more than changed him."

Black shrugged, reached out and drew a circle around Cenarion Fortress behind him, and said:

"Everyone who comes here has been changed by me, including you, Lord Fording. You all owe me a favor, but I will not ask you to repay it.

At least not now.

Oops, this stinky Velen is really talkative and annoying. How can he just tell other people about this kind of communication between prophets? Didn't he notice?

Am I trying to change his fate too?

So annoying. "

Blake seemed to have lost interest in conversation.

He stood up and asked Old Fording one last question.

"What happened to the alliance between the draenei and the orcs? Was it led by Velen or Ner'zhul?"

"It was Ner'zhul who suggested it."

Fording replied:

"I happened to witness that incident. In Shattrath City, the Shadowmoon orcs sent an envoy to meet with Velen. Ner'zhul admitted the terrible crimes the orcs had committed against the draenei.

He said he would make amends to the draenei if they survived the demonic attack.

Velen's followers were furious.

However, the Prophet himself accepted Ner'zhul's request for an alliance, and the naaru also expressed their support. It is possible that the prophet saw a terrible future from the prophecy.

Anyway, that's an important thing.

But based on my years of experience, the alliance between them is still at a verbal level. The hatred between the orcs and the draenei is too terrible.

Greenskins and humans are fighting to the death, and there is an eternal enmity between them and the draenei.

It's not that easy to truly unite against the enemy.

However, the arrival of the demons is a good opportunity. According to the speed at which the demons are conquering the world of Draenor, it will be impossible for both sides to unite.

Moreover, I also saw the black dragon in Shattrath City! "

The great knight said in a puzzled tone:

"I have absolutely no idea when those black dragons crossed the Dark Portal, but they seem to be trying to reach some kind of alliance with the forces of Shattrath City.

It is said that they were also attacked by demons in Gorgrond, and even the most savage ogres had to join forces with the black dragon.

The messengers of the black dragon also said that the despicable demons killed their princess.

But I clearly saw it last night”

"Shh!"

Blake raised his finger, put it to his mouth, made a silent gesture, and said:

"You didn't see anything last night, Lord Knight. Okay, I know everything I need to know. It's your prayer time soon. Go and pray to the Holy Light.

I hope that the great Holy Light can prevent the demons from burning, killing and looting in our world, and can delay it for at least a few days. Our preparations are far from enough. "

After saying that, the pirate waved goodbye to Fording in a friendly manner and turned towards the idiot Finna.

Old Fording looked at Black's figure. He felt that the stinky pirate must have a lot of things to hide in his heart, but Velen seemed to be the same way.

The prophets are indeed a bunch of guys who like to keep silent on important matters.

The great knight shook his head, turned and walked towards the fortress.

It was getting dark and he was really going to start praying.

But ten minutes later, the serious-looking Grand Knight came out again. He came to Black, who was having a heated discussion with Little Star about various legends of Draenor, and whispered to him:

"My Majesty calls you over, Black."

"I'm busy."

The stinky pirate said without looking back:

"This stupid little Xingxing doesn't believe that there is a monster in the world that can strangle a black dragon with bare hands. I must correct her stupid idea."

"You must go there immediately!"

Fording put his hand on Black's shoulder and said with emphasis:

"That weird elf named Illidan has sent you some news. I will tell you by name."