Shadow Trails in Azeroth

Although Black has always said that this is a time of war, as a commander, he cannot take up too many resources, so he can just give himself a bed in the command module to rest.

But as the uncrowned king of the pirate industry and the commander of the immortal fleet, how could the pirates under his command do anything like this?

In the end, the pirates stayed in the captain's cabin of the World's Evil under the "repeated persuasion" of their subordinates. Anne Bonn, who temporarily served as the captain of the battleship, ran to squeeze in with the first mate, Ms. Natalie.

As a space carrier full of black technology, the captain's cabin is not set up with a small cubicle like the Nagfar, which is limited in size, but is very comfortable and luxurious.

The area alone was five times larger than Blake's room on his ghost ship, and it also had its own bathroom.

There is even a small library.

However, the technological-style decoration of the mechanical dwarf made the pirates somewhat uncomfortable, just like a barbarian guy who was used to the life of primitive people and suddenly stepped into modernity.

Especially the small mechanical refrigerator placed by the bedside made Blake feel like he was in another world, and his heart was filled with a strange happiness. However, the pirate's joy quickly faded after opening the refrigerator.

Looking at the green-packed Kaya Cola inside, Blake suddenly lost interest in trying the iced drink.

This thing is the flagship product of the goblin consortium Kayaro Trading Company. It is said that this time it was sent to the battlefield as the "official drink" of the anti-magic alliance.

It was probably because the goblin consortium provided relatively large amounts of money that the Anti-Devil Alliance Logistics agreed to include their products in the military beverage trade.

But God knows what those money-minded bastards would put in Coke to ensure sales. The ingredient list on the bottle is kept secret, so the Thousand Tongue Demon doesn't have the courage to try such a "secret goblin" drink.

He complained in his mind that even if he went crazy and drank evil magma on the ground, it would probably be cleaner than this thing.

So the pirate got bored and took out a bottle of Winter Spring Firewine, and just lay on the bed and sipped it while closing his eyes and listening to what was going on around him.

He could feel that the Evil of the World was flying towards the border of Krokuun at a steady speed. On the deck of the ship, there were many spellcasters who boarded the ship in the afternoon and whispered about this strange steel ship. Boat.

They will try to cross the magma sea between Krokuun and the Antoran Wasteland tomorrow afternoon. They will be the first vanguard to land in the Antoran Wasteland and use the Legion of Light's beacon system to establish a teleportation linking the two places. system.

In addition to the spellcasters, there is also a group of paladins on the ship.

They were having late-night snacks in the barracks on the upper deck and discussing boring doctrines.

In the small room next to the captain's room, the three warlocks were playing cards with Red. These four guys volunteered to serve as the captain's "night watchman."

But listening to the chief's complaints now, it seems that he has lost a lot of money and is still accusing three dirty warlocks of colluding to cheat.

Ha, you still need to doubt this kind of thing?

Blake took a sip of wine and thought out of boredom that before you start playing cards with the warlocks, you have to be prepared to be betrayed, right?

The pirate regained his senses.

He heard the sound of running water. That was Sephiel taking a bath in the bathroom. The door was not closed. Blake could go in at any time if he wanted.

But Blake, who was wearing pajamas, lay slumped on the bed, feeling completely unmoved.

He is really "out of energy" now, and he is not even in the mood to think about his favorite conspiracies. Now that he is rarely tired, he just wants to empty his mind and have a good sleep.

Probably it was always easy to fall asleep when you were extremely tired. Anyway, after a few minutes, Blake fell asleep in a weird posture.

His left hand hung down by the bed, and the Winter Spring fire wine in his hand poured drop by drop onto the metal-bottomed carpet, soon filling the entire captain's cabin with the aroma of wine.

The first parasaurus walked out of the bathroom wearing a bathrobe, and while wiping his wet hair with a towel, he saw Blake sleeping soundly.

This made Sephiel helplessly shrug his shoulders, and walked forward with bare feet to help the pirate take the wine bottle out of his hands, and then lovingly placed him on the bed and covered him with the quilt.

He leaned over and kissed the pirate's forehead, then sat on the sofa beside the bed, poured himself a glass of red wine, and picked up an autobiography of Little Star to pass the time.

She is a dragon.

Sleep is more of a way to kill time than a necessity for them, and after taking the body of the Eternal Tyrant, Sephiel rarely sleeps to relieve fatigue.

But after a few minutes, Sephiel's eyes moved away from the interesting words in the book and placed them on Blake's face in the dim light.

She discovered that the pirate actually grinned in his dream, like a child having a sweet dream?

This discovery surprised Seifer.

how? Can the ancient god who is the master of the thinking of all living things also dream? What did he dream about that made him smile so happily?

Did you find the money?

But Blake was actually not dreaming this time.

He wasn't even dreaming.

A few minutes ago, when he fell asleep and closed his eyes, he felt something was wrong. A strange gentle force guided his mind into a very chaotic place.

He stood in that strange space, and what he saw before his eyes were all kinds of clips about the future and the past, like a small window showing hundreds of movies on a big screen at the same time.

There is some strange order hidden in the chaos.

These fragments seem to be connected together by an invisible thread, and they are open to Blake's inspection, whether traveling to the past or exploring the future.

The pirate could break free from this space at any time, but he knew what was going on as soon as he thought about it.

The Crown of the Governor was placed on the Evil of This World to provide the spacecraft with domain enhancement, which is equivalent to the entire ship being included in the domain of the world's artifact, and this artifact has an entry for "Prophet".

As the owner of the artifact, Blake should have accidentally triggered the "prophetic dream" of the world artifact, just like the dream-returning elixir that Lao Zhou took out before setting off from Draenor.

"Huh, is this how traditional prophets like Old Velen and Old Zul felt when they made predictions?"

Blake stood in this strange prophetic dream, watching the various fragments of fate flying before his eyes.

He thought this was actually quite interesting.

Although he is the best prophet in Azeroth, in fact, the pirate is just a guy who sells his dog's meat. This is the first time that he has truly entered the field of "prophet".

He was not in a hurry to leave, but after thinking briefly, he stretched out his hand to pause the tumbling fragments of fate in front of his eyes, and then pulled it in the direction of the future.

Soon, he saw the scene he saw last time when he was in the state of Huimengxianjiu.

In the scorching fire, he saw a group of tired warriors fighting a burning Titan under the reflection of the star curtain, and he was among them.

But the scene was still the same as last time. In the image of flames wrapping everything, he screamed in pain but could not see the reason.

Probably because of the Ancient God's resistance to time, the predictions about him in the future have always remained in this obscure state. This made the pirates quickly lose interest in this specious prophecy.

Such ambiguous things were not what he wanted to see.

He hopes to get some more precise and clear futures, just like the stories he remembers in his mind. It is best to get into each person's background, past and personality characteristics.

To be precise, what Black hopes to get is a piece of precise intelligence, rather than a picture of the future that can be explained in any way.

"No wonder old man Willen has been emphasizing that being able to see the future is only the basic skill of a prophet. A good prophet needs to learn to capture a trace of truth in these complicated pictures before making his own thinking and interpretation."

The pirate was bored and fiddled with the future fragments in front of him, and he complained:

“The entry barrier to this industry is so high, but the error rate is also ridiculously high. Even Old Man Velen cannot guarantee that every prediction will be correct after 30,000 years of practice.

This is not a healthy career environment at all. I was very wise not to choose this career path.

never mind.

There's nothing great about my future.

I believe in my own strategizing more than these nihilistic and beautiful fragments. "

With this thought in mind, Black planned to leave this meaningless prophetic dream, but when he turned around, the pirate suddenly had an idea.

He is very sure of his future.

But after finally entering the dreamland once, it would be a pity to leave like this.

Black transformed into a pipe in his dream, held it in his mouth and turned around. He changed his thinking and no longer looked at his future.

He could feel that Sephiel was beside him, so he wanted to see Sephiel's future.

The picture fragments floating in front of him suddenly changed with the change of the pirate's mind. Scenes of stories about Sephiel appeared in front of Blake's eyes. As the pirate's fingers pulled, he saw Sephire in the future.

As the sun rises, the bronze dragon seems to have regained its body. She flies freely over the sea in a beautiful dragon form. In the shadow of her dragon wings is the Nagfar that rides the wind and waves.

As soon as the scene changed, Sephiel transformed back into the eternal tyrant.

She was fighting a group of strange-looking guys in the form of an eternal dragon, and she was wearing a surprisingly large black pirate hat on her dragon head.

The scene changed again, and this time Sephiel seemed to be very old.

In her human form, she had silver hair and was nestling under the sunset with a handsome old man with tattoos on his arms who looked like her back. What appeared in front of them was a completely unfamiliar city.

"Happy ending! I like it!"

Blake whistled with satisfaction.

Although he knew that such a scene only represented a possibility of the future, he was still sure that Sephiel would still be by his side until he grew old.

That's great.

Just like a lie that makes people happy also has its own value.

"Where's Xal'atath?"

The pirate blinked and wanted to see the future of Xal'atath, but no matter how much the pirate imagined, the picture in front of him was completely dark.

"The hell is this thing broken?"

Blake cursed, and then his mind suddenly understood.

As an ancient venerable, Xal'atath is in the same situation as himself. The upper void allows them to be immune to the changes of time, so naturally they cannot predict Xal'atath's future.

The pirate cursed unhappily, but he turned his eyes and returned to Sephiel's future to carefully observe the last picture.

Finally, in the distorted shadow cast by himself in the setting sun, he discovered the shadow of Xal'atath who was approaching creptly.

This shows that Xal'atas was also with him at the last moment, and he still had the same mischievous temperament.

This made the smile on the pirate's face grow even more.

Then, he decided to take a look at Maiev's future, and all he saw was one picture.

In the desolate background of an extremely dark and scorched land, at the top of a strange obscure tower, Maiev was half-kneeling there to maintain the priest's prayers.

Her back was turned to Blake and her face could not be seen.

But the pirates could see that Maiev's arms and feet were covered with heavy black chains, as if she was imprisoned somewhere. Looking down from the deserted tower, they could only see the gray sky and earth, and occasionally Another flame ignited.

In the distance lies an eerie pale river.

It stretches from this dark place to the end of sight, but it doesn't seem to have a river flowing, with no place to come from and no place to go. It seems more like it runs through this nightmare land.

Blake's expression hardened.

He knew where this place was, as he could tell from the iconic River Styx. This was the Maw, a hell in the Shadow Realm designed to punish those hopeless souls.

Why is Maiev here?

Did his rescue in Argus ultimately fail?

Or is it that his partner in the Shadow Realm plans to use Maiev to threaten him to do things for him?

etc!

The pirate's mind suddenly took a turn.

He tilted his head and thought, does the appearance of this very miserable-looking future fragment mean that he has broken the circle of destiny that connects the past and the future and circulates endlessly?

If that stinky woman is imprisoned in the Maw, does that mean that I only need to go there in the future to rescue her?

Maiev will never leave her after all.

As she said, this is a temporary separation.

ha.

What's the bad news here?

This is obviously the best news!

Blake's mouth suddenly grinned with a smile full of satisfaction and malice.

He only needs to ensure that the future he sees before his eyes becomes a reality, which means that he knows in advance the trump card used by Emperor Denathrius to threaten him.

In this way, the initiative is in your own hands.

Wonderful.

He felt that he should be grateful for tonight's strange prophetic dream. Satisfied, he was ready to leave the dream and go back to reality to think about the details of what to do next.

But then he rolled his eyes.

The trigger of this prophetic dream is not specific. It’s finally happened once, so it’s better to look at other people.

He didn't care about the fate of those guys who were incomparable with him, so he thought about it and wanted to see what kind of person his idiot sister would become in the future.

As a result, the scene changed, and Violent Fenna was holding a child with a kind face. Beside her, there were two half-elf children noisily fighting with wooden swords.

The sight startled Blake.

He had never thought that his stupid sister who only thought about muscles could have such a kind side.

But when he saw the silver anchor pendants hanging around the necks of the two children and the black and white swords they held in their hands, which were more unique in shape than they were now, Blake's eyelids suddenly jumped.

"Impossible! Absolutely impossible!"

The pirate held his head and muttered:

"How could a person with such a bottom line like me sink to such a level? Ha, I know, this prophetic dream must be a vicious tool used by other evil forces to interfere with my will!

Besides, old man Velen taught me that these are just possibilities for future development. They are between reality and illusion, so I will never have this happen to Fenner.

What the hell! "

Just when the pirate was trying to convince himself, the scene in front of him changed.

In the garden of the manor where Fenner's mother was, a drunken and handsome man who was very familiar to Blake was wearing an apron and inviting the children to have lunch.

This scene made the pirate cover his eyes in despair.

He didn't want to see it anymore.

Damn it!

The profession of prophet is really too exciting. It is not suitable for an innocent pirate like me. Well, do you want to see the future of Little Star?

Well.

forget it.

The more I read, the more annoyed I become. Understanding the future is really not a good thing.