Shadow Trails in Azeroth

"This is really an extremely critical situation."

On the highest dome of Ulduar, Brian Bronzebeard looked at the Titan information launch pad in operation in front of him, as well as the reply code Alpha he placed on the launch pad. After receiving the information about the world from the Forge of Origin, When the signal that the restart agreement was terminated came, the old dwarf sat down on the ground.

Only then did he realize that his back was soaked with cold sweat.

But then, a feeling of joy for surviving the disaster came to the old dwarf's heart. He took out the dwarf pipe from his arms, lit it with trembling, and used the tobacco to relieve the tension in his heart.

He looked at the world in the distance from the highest point of the world. Because Ulduar was recaptured by the guardians and the long-term gloomy atmosphere here was dispelled, the sun also shined from high altitudes onto this land of creation in the mountains, giving the majestic Ulduar is covered with a layer of golden light, making it look sacred and legendary.

The sunshine gave the old dwarf excellent vision, allowing him to even see the Crystalsong Forest under the Storm Cliffs and the Icecrown Glacier in the distance.

Brian blew out the smoke ring deeply. He recalled his excitement when he saw the magnificence of the world for the first time. At this time, his mood became different from the past because he had just experienced the disaster that nearly destroyed the world. different.

Especially Brian's awkward position at this time.

After all, it was he who initiated this crisis and ended it with his own hands, just like a wonderful circle of destiny. For any explorer, this is a great cause that can be written in his autobiography.

But to be honest, the old dwarf really didn't want to try it again with such stimulation.

"Maybe I should retire?"

An idea rose in Brian's mind.

This was the first time he had a premonition that his adventure career might have come to an end. He knew what was wrong with him, and his uncontrollable curiosity had brought him a lot of trouble.

This experience of almost destroying the world was enough to give him a wake-up call. In terms of the lifespan of a dwarf, Brian had reached the end of his life. He only had more than 150 years left to live.

He did feel that he was a little helpless.

"Moira's child will be born, and the Bronzebeard family will usher in the next generation. I failed to be a good brother and a good prince. Maybe I can be a good grandpa?"

The old dwarf sat on the highest point of the cold Ulduar, blowing smoke rings and thinking:

“Maybe I can sort out my adventure stories, find a good writer to help me polish them, and then tell these stories to my grandson by the burning fireplace.

Well, that should be the best ending that an old dwarf who loves adventure and has traveled around the world many times can get.

Well, it’s decided! "

Brian let out a sigh of relief, patted the head of the monkey pet Greb next to him, and said:

"After completing the expedition to Argus with Lao Zhou, I will officially retire! This will be the last adventure in my life, and I must be fully prepared."

And when Brian finally decided to give himself and this troubled world a chance in a merciful way, at the observatory, the conversation between the Guardian, the Ancient God and the Star Saint had just begun.

As the leader of the Guardians of Azeroth, Raiden told Algalon the news that the Pantheon had been destroyed and that the Titan Soul was imprisoned in the world of Argus, the Fel Heart, after Algalon recovered from his injuries.

Obviously, the guardians intend to seek help from the Star Saint.

Faced with this bad news, Algalon was surprised, but his performance was much better than that of the other guardians who collapsed when they heard the news.

Although the expression on his face could not be seen due to his body shaped only by starlight, the pirate could feel Algalon's complex inner activities at this time.

He seemed to have guessed all this a long time ago.

After more than ten seconds of silence, the Star Saint from the stars shook his head and said in a low voice:

“Actually, this news has been circulating among Star Saint’s small circles for a long time.

Our most brave, powerful and curious outstanding compatriot Legron once brought us the truth about the disappearance of the Pantheon, but most of the Star Saints, like me, thought it was just a nonsense rumor.

Although Star Saints are not directly shaped by Titans, we are the first group to follow the Pantheon to observe the world, and our connection with Titans is very close.

We can feel that the gods of the stars are still there, weak but alive.

So we continued to perform our duties for thousands of years. Coupled with the Burning Legion's raging across the stars, the originally united Star Saints were scattered across the stars. We have not had contact with each other for a long time.

As time goes by, the original baseless rumors seem to be more and more confirmed, because if the Pantheon still exists, the Titans who shaped the order and protected the order will certainly not allow the Burning Legion to act so wantonly."

Algalon shook his head.

He leaned weakly in front of the observatory's console. He was silent for a moment and said:

"Then what are you going to do?

You just said that you already know that the Titan Soul is imprisoned in the evil heart of Argus by the Dark Titan. Are you prepared to risk entering the demon's base camp in the material world?

With all due respect, you are sending yourself to death.

I have looked at that terrible burning world from afar, and I can tell you responsibly that with your current strength, you will not even be able to make any waves in Argus if you enter there. "

"We are not alone."

The King of War said in a deep voice:

“We have our allies, the Aspect Dragon, the Titan Familia, and the warriors born among mortals, as well as the noble exiles from Argus, and we have warriors from another world accompanying us.

We still have you

Lord Algalon, I ask for the help of the Star Saints. Sargeras is corrupting the Titan Souls to form his Dark Pantheon. Lord Aggramar is the first victim. It is said that there are also star souls in the world of Argus. Fallen.

We must rush to welcome the other Titans back to Azeroth, a place of order, before they fall into darkness. Only their return can help us defeat the incoming demons in this world. "

"I"

Faced with Odin's request, Algalon hesitated.

It's not that he is unwilling to help. The Star Saints are all creatures of the order camp. He himself said that they have a very close connection with the Titans.

He wasn't afraid of the devil, he was worried about another thing.

Star Saints are a group of absolutely rational and obsessive-compulsive people. They do not make decisions based on personal feelings. They will evaluate the situation and then make the most accurate decision.

His star-shrouded eyes looked at the guardians and the mortal warriors wearing Titan armor around them. Muradin, who was holding a war hammer, and Dai Lin, who was carrying the Shield of Aggramar, raised their heads proudly and accepted the Star Saint. of scrutiny.

In the battle just now, the two of them cooperated, with Dai Lin withstanding the attack, and then Muradin jumped up with the hammer in hand and gave Star Saint a hard knee.

The ferocious fighting posture just now and the dull pain from his knees proved to the Star Saint that these flesh-and-blood mortals were not as weak as the mortals in other worlds.

Together they have a powerful fighting force comparable to that of the Titan Guardians.

Therefore, after a few seconds, Algalon withdrew his gaze and said to Odin:

"Have you ever considered that you are the last force in this world to defend it? Once your expedition fails, Azeroth will lose all hope of self-preservation.

Without you, this world would be as fragile as an infant in front of the Burning Legion. "

"No, your judgment is very one-sided."

Blake, who was sitting on the console with a pipe in his mouth, suddenly said:

"Even if the mighty me and these guys who want to die die in Argus, Azeroth will still have the power to protect itself, don't you feel it? Lord Star Saint.

The power of death that I introduced into this world has flourished in Azeroth, and as the demons set foot on the land, the power of death grows with each person they kill.

If they want to completely occupy this world, they must first fight the indifferent death.

And even if the death camp fails, doesn't the world still have the last resort to restart? "

The pirate grinned a crazy smile.

He patted the console on his butt and said:

"After you leave, we will hand over control of the protocol for the Forge of Origin to the King of the Dead for protection.

If things really come to a point of helplessness, then this failed era will disappear into the stars along with billions of demons and their leaders.

A new, pure world will be reshaped, and the Burning Legion, which is seriously injured, will have to face the void that takes advantage of the opportunity to rise. They will have no time to trouble Azeroth again in a short time.

In the end, maybe everything will be destroyed, but under our control, the ending of this destruction will be delayed for thousands of years."

"No, demons were never a problem."

Star Saint shook his head and emphasized:

"The real problem is that even if Sargeras doesn't have his demonic servants, the Dark Titan alone is enough to destroy it all."

"If I said Sargeras was not a problem, would you think I was crazy?"

The pirate grinned and complained under his breath.

Before Algalon could answer, he raised his hand, gestured to the guardians, and said:

"I need to talk to Mr. Algalon alone about the last words that one of his compatriots asked me to convey, so can you give us some time?"

Raiden and Odin looked at each other. The two guardian leaders silently led their brothers outside the observatory. Dailin glanced at the smelly pirate and left with his good brother Muradin.

As the door of the observatory slowly closed, the pirate coughed, took out the ticket book of the Nagfar that had not been used for a long time from his arms, and handed this inconspicuous thing to Olga. Long.

Star Saint took over the blood-stained creation in surprise. He carefully distinguished the faint breath in it. After a few seconds, he said:

"Does this belong to Habulon? But didn't my compatriot who has disappeared long ago"

"He died, twice, no, three times."

Black blew out smoke rings and told Algalon the story of Habulon and Hela. He concluded in a low voice:

"When Habron learned of the destruction of the Pantheon, his will to serve the stars collapsed.

That was his first death.

When he accepted the bewitchment of Helya and the exiles of the Maw, and determined to wash the world with the power of death to resist the fel invasion of the Burning Legion, his belief in order collapsed.

That was his second death.

Off the sea of ​​Zandalari, when he was pierced through the astral core by me, and finally realized that all he had done in the past was to contribute pathetic strength to the evil conspiracy of a group of bastards, his heart and his cursed life were completely gone.

That was his last death.

Before he died, he asked me to summon you here, Algalon.

He told me that you are the bravest and wisest individual among all the Star Saints. He wanted me to tell you about his sins. He wanted me to tell you not to repeat his mistakes.

He told me that you should not give up, even if all the truth tells you that you should give up, you can't give up!

To be honest, I will carry out the expedition plan to Argus with or without you. In my opinion, there is always a 50% chance of success, but if you don’t do it at the beginning, then what you get is 100%. fail.

No one will force you, Star Sage.

But I think you should give it a try, what if it works?

You are different from guys like Odin Ryden who have no choice but to make a desperate move.

You are a unique star saint. The six forces welcome you and want you to serve them. You have a choice in any situation. "

"My reason is telling me not to listen to your temptations. It says that you will definitely be a very good liar. The worst thing is that you are weaving lies with hope, which makes people whose eyes are shrouded in darkness will not speak out. Any doubts.”

Olgalon held the blood-stained ticket book in his hand and whispered:

"Like all my compatriots, I have seen countless worlds swallowed up by the flames of the Creator, and the people in those worlds were gone forever before they could even utter a cry.

Those planets go from birth to destruction in just a blink of an eye, and I am their executioner.

After the beginning of the chaotic era when demons ravaged the stars, the destruction of the starry sky has become the norm. I feel like I am living in an era where rebirth and destruction coexist.

But from beginning to end, I was never moved by it

I feel nothing. "

"stop!"

Blake reached out to interrupt, yawned and said:

"Habulon also said this before he died. You don't have to repeat to me that you Star Saints are all a group of cold observers without emotions.

I just need your answer, to go, or not to go? "

"That's what I'm going to say next, Black Shaw, the magical mortal."

The beaten and bruised Star Saint laughed weakly. He looked at the starlight projected by the observatory in front of him and said:

"Hundreds of billions of lives were destroyed. They either died because of the perfect blueprint to escape from the Titans, or they chose to join the evil side because they were unable to resist the demonic invasion.

I rarely see rebels.

Whether it's against the Creator or against the Destroyer, who has no chance of winning.

But you are an exception, and this world is an exception.

I have rarely observed the activities of those mortals before the world was destroyed. I am curious, are all those civilizations that have died as strong as you?

Do they all love life as much as you do, and can wield the sword against the Creator and the Destroyer for the sake of themselves and the existence of the world?

You are not perfect.

The era you are in is based on the destruction and curse of flesh and blood in the mythical era. It can be said that the collapse of order and the blessing of the void have shaped you.

But perhaps it is this imperfection that allows you to gain the uninhibited will to break away from the blueprint of creation and grow freely, and therefore have the ability and determination to change those inevitable fates that seem inevitable.

I know that many of the perfect life forms created by the Titans in the past have suffered various failures, but you have still been able to move on.

Perhaps Habron’s last words of advice also want me to convey this point. Perhaps, we can no longer have any confidence in the results of our cold and precise calculations. "

Having said this, Algalon raised his head, and under Blake's gaze, he took out a brilliant astral crystal and threw it into the black hole blooming in front of him.

He said:

“I will gather as many of my compatriots as possible to join you in this crusade of salvation, but until I make my decision, my mind is still telling me that I have done a stupid thing.

You say, magical mortal, how should I answer my rational persuasion and scolding? "

"Tell it to let it sleep for a while."

Blake jumped off the console, moved his shoulders, and said to Algalon:

"It is not a good thing to remain absolutely rational at all times. It means that your life has been following boring rules, and it means that there are no highlights or highlights in your life that can be recalled.

I don't envy idiots.

But occasionally, we have to let our emotions dominate the spirit. There is nothing wrong with being a fool who goes retrograde in the chaotic era of stars, right? "