Shadow Trails in Azeroth

Chapter 1751 119. Behold, the era of the coming of the Saint!

"The decisive battle between Azeroth, the Burning Legion, and the Dark Titan requires us."

Facing Blake's chaotic invitation, Lyden hesitated. He looked at the armor and weapons belonging to Odin in his hands and said:

"If there are no guardians to join the war, then"

"Don't take yourself too seriously, Lord Lyden."

Blake interrupted Leyden and blew out smoke rings and said:

"The Battle of Argus has wiped out all the top brass of the Burning Legion. After the Eredar left the Legion, the Dread Lords collectively jumped back, and the King of the Abyss was killed with a headshot, the elite forces of the Burning Legion have long since fallen apart.

The decisive battle in the future is destined to be the Dark Titan commanding countless demons to pour into the world.

For those ordinary demons, the power of the guardians is very powerful but there are too few of you.

When the Forge of Will is overloaded and the Forge of Origin consumes most of its energy, Ulduar is unable to create more Iron Legions, which greatly reduces your importance.

Letting the guardians go out to kill the demon army is a bit overkill.

As for Sargeras, it doesn't make any difference whether he has more guardians or fewer guardians. It's just a matter of swinging the sword one more time. In summary, although it is a bit hurtful.

But the next war will be the same with or without you. "

The pirate blew out a smoke ring, put his hands on his hips and said:

"As Odin said, your mission and your tasks are actually over after the Titan Soul comes to Azeroth. You have dedicated your last strength to this world.

I think the world should be kinder to you.

Just like those who have made contributions deserve better treatment, I am willing to personally send you into this world that has been protected by you.

So, guardians, listen to my advice and be more chic, okay? Just like Odin and Thorim, they took off the heavy responsibility given by the Titans from their shoulders and lived for themselves from then on.

This is the award you deserve. "

This kind of persuasion made Leiden and the Pure Virgin beside him look at each other. The great guardian's wisdom allowed him to easily capture another meaning in Blake's words.

The bad guy wasn't deceiving them, otherwise the display of malice wouldn't be so obvious.

Leyden hesitated and said:

"What are you worried about? Black, why do we have to dismantle the Guardian system? You should know that we are harmless and we will not have any impact on the current or future order."

"Oh, I really can't lie to people now. My thoughts are almost written on my face. People can see through it at a glance, just like those third-rate conspirators.

Getting older.

It's really a pity that I can't even deceive people. "

Blake touched his cheek and pretended to make a funny expression that made people laugh, but in the next moment, he became serious.

He held his pipe in his mouth and looked at the four guardians in front of him.

He said:

"I know, I am convinced that you are all truly good people, my fellow guardians, and if you were the only ones back here, I would not hesitate to instruct Jarod to treat you as a truly trustworthy ally.

But therein lies the problem.

You are not the only ones coming back with us this time. "

"Titan?"

Faroldis exclaimed and said:

"Black, what do you mean by this? Are you worried that the Creators will rebel and join Sargeras at this last moment?"

"No, no, no, I'm not worried about this. I'm worried about something more terrifying."

The pirate narrowed his eyes and said:

“Rather than losing a head-to-head match, I’m more worried about having a lucky victory and then having the victory stolen by some terrible guy.

Of course, Lady Eonar is merciful.

I also really enjoyed her gentle and kind way with all things, but you know, kind ladies don't dominate the pantheon.

Khazgoroth is the sculptor of the world who wants to shape a better future. He only wants to make the world a better place, while Gorgonas is the prodigal son of the pantheon.

He is still very young.

Young people are always attracted by some beautiful things and ideals, and are willing to devote their blood to them.

This means He is easy to settle.

But Norgannon and Aman'Thul seem to me to be formidable threats, folks. "

Blake blew out a smoke ring and took off his pipe, playing with it in his hands. He said to the guardians:

"Odin just said that the development of this world does not conform to the perfect blueprint set by the Titans. Algalon also admitted this personally."

"Is that why?"

Ms. Freya scolded somewhat incomprehensibly:

"Do you think the Creators who have just been rescued by mortals will restart the world after possible victory because the world does not conform to their plans?

Are you crazy? Black, in your eyes, there are no good people among the stars, right? "

"I really want to agree with you, Ms. Freya. When I had such evil thoughts, I wanted to slap myself twice. How could I speculate on the Supreme Creator with such malice?"

Blake shook his head and said slowly:

"But then I thought that there might be people who would express strong dissatisfaction with your speech at this time, such as those Titan worlds that were destroyed and restarted by the Star Saints themselves.

Algalon himself admitted that in the past time, he personally destroyed countless civilizations.

Therefore, smart Ms. Freya might as well guess who gave the order to the Star Saints? Who gave the Star Saints the authority to restart the imperfect world? "

The pirate paused.

In the dead air of the laboratory, he spread his hands and said innocently:

"Of course, I absolutely believe that the Creators are not idiots who don't know how to repay their kindness, but I don't like to take risks, and I don't like to leave my destiny in the hands of others and then surrender.

I would not dare to collide with the Creator Titan.

Although their souls exude a delicious fragrance in my eyes, I can still restrain myself.

They are weak, fellow guardians.

If they want to do something, they have to do it through their trusted servants, and I don't want to completely fall out with them, so I can only feel wronged to you.

I promise, okay?

I promise that I will give you a beautiful destiny that you can choose by yourself, and I will never get involved. Maybe after a long time, you can meet again in Ulduar in a more glorious manner.

By then, I guarantee, you will be the real ‘gods on earth’. "

These words left the guardians unable to utter any words of rebuttal. Even Freya, who believed most firmly in the Creator, clenched the stick of life in her hand.

She was not afraid of the terrible future described by the pirates maliciously. What made her feel chilled in her heart was that she did not think Blake was talking nonsense.

She knew that with the current development of civilization in Azeroth, the situation described by the pirates might become a reality.

As the guardians of the Titans, they are simply unable to resist the orders from the Creator. Perhaps. Perhaps Odin saw this clearly and chose to become a mortal so freely.

The King of War does not want to put himself in the embarrassing situation of having to become a mortal enemy with the mortal warrior he favors. He would rather forget everything and start from scratch than give up his own glory and persistence.

Well, this is really a solution that only a warrior can come up with.

"And this matter is still a personal grudge."

Blake pouted and said:

"After all, you saw something you shouldn't have seen in Antorus. I'm a god now, and I'm the one who needs face."

"Lying protocol activated: We didn't! We didn't see anything!"

The Holy Mother of Purity immediately retorted.

As a result, Blake and the Guardians fell into an awkward silence.

"Okay, I've said everything that should be said and shouldn't be said. Since we are friends, I will set aside a few minutes for you to discuss it carefully."

The Pirate Pirate glanced at the Virgin Mary who lowered her head in shame with a look that said, "I'm worried about your IQ." He gestured to Vice Dean Farodis, and the two of them walked out of the laboratory.

As he left, Black turned back to the guardians and said:

"Don't worry about Mimiron, that lunatic is able to resist the Creator's orders due to irreversible damage to his thinking circuit.

I asked him about it, and he had no interest in becoming a mortal at all. It just so happened that he got a lot of great engineering drawings from Kingaros, enough for him to study happily for hundreds of years.

Therefore, the immortal guardian of wisdom will stay in the palace of Ulduar, waiting for the brothers to return from their journey.

After you leave, the Titan City will be permanently sealed in the Storm Peaks until the next era that belongs to you is pushed away by your own hands.

My saints, prepare yourself on the eve of your new birth. There is no need to worry about the demon war, I mean, since this is a trouble in the mortal era, let it be solved by the mortals. "

With that, Blake slammed the door.

On the platform outside the laboratory, the lightning, thunder, wind and rain in the dark night had stopped.

When Blake looked up at the sky, a bright moon appeared shyly from the disappearing dark clouds, projecting the gentlest moonlight on him, reflecting the reflection of the clawed abyss behind him.

Beside Blake, Faroldis tremblingly looked at the "Eve before the Advent of the Saint" recorded in his handbook. He closed the handbook suddenly, looked at the pirate again, and said:

"Are you going to give the Creators a slap in the face?"

"Well, don't say it so directly, my dear deputy dean."

The pirate took out a bottle of wine, bit off the cork and took a sip. He then wiped his mouth and replied gently to Farodis:

“I just declare sovereignty, just like I did on the battlefield of Krokuun, and I need to tell the Creators clearly what I mean.

This is our territory. They are just distinguished guests. We all have a common enemy now. Any differences can be suppressed.

But if they really have bad intentions, I won't be able to deal with them. "

"But they represent order"

Farodis said in a difficult tone:

"Your rejection of them means we are falling into the realm of chaos, which may be a free choice for an individual, but for a world it means a terrible fate."

"No! Faroldis, enough of the black and white thinking of you spellcasters!"

Blake put his arm around Faroldis' shoulders. He pointed at the brightly lit academy in front of him and the sea in the distance. He said:

"Open your eyes and look here, my dear vice-dean, this small college contains all the inheritance of the six forces, and the same is true for this world!

Azeroth is unique among the stars. No other world has ever been as complex as hers.

Our world does not belong to order, nor does it belong to chaos.

She is destined to become a microcosm of the balance struggle between the six forces in the future.

She will become the center of this sea of ​​stars! No force can control her future. What is left in this world is freedom from coercion.

We can obviously be detached and independent from the disputes in the Force, so why do we tie ourselves to the chariot of the arcane realm so easily? Do you really think that the Creator Titan is perfect?

If they were so perfect, why did Lord Sargeras kill them?

Think about this question carefully.

When you get the answer, you will understand how correct what I did tonight is, well, I am always right, but most of the time I am misunderstood by the ignorant.

That's all. "

The pirate snorted, rested his left hand on the balcony railing, raised the bottle with his right hand and drank tons of wine, he said:

"This is just a coalition, there is no one who is in charge. If there must be a leader, it can only be us. Let me tell you a secret.

Even without those Titans, I can still win!

They are just the icing on the cake.

If they insist on dealing with us with the arrogant attitude of offering help in times of need, then give them a good look! "

Blake let out a laugh that made Faroldis' hair stand on end. He licked his lips and whispered:

"Didn't you hear that?"

"The sleeping star souls of Azeroth are hungry."

——

At dawn, above the snowfields of Howling Fjord in Northrend.

A tall figure wearing a tattered cloak and carrying a large curling ax appeared with difficulty in the village near the Vidwa Fortress near the Grizzly Hills.

In such blizzard weather, even the bravest Vrykul warriors would choose to stay in a warm room to kill time by drinking, bragging or fighting. Therefore, the sudden appearance of a distant traveler easily attracted many hunters who were defending the village. of attention.

"Odin, come on! That guy hiked across Bear Head Mountain! Still in this weather, he can't hold on any longer. Someone come quickly!

Go help! "

An old hunter from the Dragon Raider clan exclaimed in surprise when he saw the figure staggering closer in the wind and snow. As the Vrykul who respected warriors saw the scene in front of them, they rushed out of the fence used to defend against the beast and helped him. That weak guy.

They also saw three severed heads of Explosive Tooth Bears in the backpack behind this guy's tattered cloak, which made everyone think that this strange guy was an absolute warrior.

And he's young.

Judging from the frozen eyebrows and beard, this guy should be at most fifty years old, a proper young adult among the Vrykul.

However, he seemed to have experienced a lot, because he only had one eye on his scarred face, and the other eye was blind. Judging from the wounds, he should have been injured in the battle.

"He has a child in his arms!"

A vrykul huntress exclaimed as they discovered a sleeping vrykul baby wrapped in a freshly peeled animal skin in the frail young vrykul's arms.

The moment the child was hugged by the huntress, he began to cry loudly when he escaped from the arms of his "father".

His cry was as majestic as a storm on a snowy night, making the rough Vrykul people around him laugh.

They all agreed that this child with a howling voice like a storm would definitely achieve great things in the future, and of course, his father would definitely become a legendary warrior of the Vrykul people.

That is, if he can recover from this severe frostbite.

"What are you doing?"

On the slopes of Bear's Head Mountain amid heavy snowfall, Vice Dean Faroldis, wearing an elf fur, was recording everything that happened in the Vrykul Village below, while looking back at Blake beside him, who was waving a shape. A strange heroic battle ax and an elaborate cast-iron bow.

He seemed to be planning to bury the two weapons somewhere, searching up and down the steep hillside like a pirate looking for a treasure trove.

Upon hearing Farodis' inquiry, Black said without looking back:

"Of course I'm preparing 'initial equipment' for the father and son. Although Odin said that they don't need any preferential treatment, we are friends after all, so I can't let them wear a blank slate to challenge the evil of the world, right?

Don't disturb me. I have to weave a legend about the "Xiongtou Mountain Warrior Treasure House" for the nearby Vrykul people later. Prepare the portal, Mr. Dean.

Our next stop is Kul Tiras, and finally we go to Darkshore.

Tsk tsk, Ms. Freya is really confused. She has to choose a half-elf. It’s really a headache. Do you think we should take the opportunity to give Dai Lin another ‘illegitimate daughter’ or something?

Well, I think this must be interesting. "

"Please spare your old father."

The vice president lamented:

"Dai Lin has spent eight lifetimes practicing blood mold to have a son like you, but are you really sure you want to spread the news about the coming of the saint?

Don’t forget, your sister is also a ‘saint’. "

"Believe me, Finna will love this story."

Blake winked and said:

"But you can't reveal it to her, just think of it as my gift of recovery to her."

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