Shadow Trails in Azeroth

After the Godhead of the Silent One completed the explosion of power and "forcibly disarmed" all life in the entire underground hall in an instant, whether it was the friends standing here to watch the birth of the Well of Destiny, or the dragon angrily running to stop this group of people from doing stupid things They all fell into a dead silence at the same time.

The slender, weird and scattered abyss projection shrank little by little into Blake's twisted shadow in the light, but it was just like the sudden appearance of a giant dragon in the clouds.

Even after dissipating, the power is still there.

The Spellweaver, who had been angry just now, was now very calm, so calm that even the concept of "fear" could not arise. It could only be forced to observe the eruption in front of it with an absolutely calm attitude. The great existence of the Well of Destiny.

The expressions of the others were similar to those of the Spellweaver. They were all in shock and trembling in awe of the great power. Of course, there were also guys who were better at acting and took the opportunity to make a strong impression on their presence.

For example, the Warlock trio, they are the absolute protagonists in Red's absence.

These three guilds rushed out of the crowd and knelt at Black's feet like extremely sincere believers. They also loudly recited the "Abyss Moon Canon" compiled by someone in three languages: human, troll and orc. .

The words are full of exaggerated words such as "great", "supreme", "invincible", "unique", "miracle", etc., which are similar to those read by some cultists, and coupled with the three warlocks at this time The extremely flattering and elongated roar, as well as the burst of divine power that had just been glimpsed, really made these gorgeous words for flattery full of some mysterious deterrence.

But others can't do it like the warlocks.

"Ahem"

Old man Sakir coughed a few times while watching this scene with cold eyes.

The Great Initiator, who already had a strong blue body, controlled a broken Defiler's eyeball, and let the infinitely powerful Archimonde's burning skull float in his hand.

With this majestic posture, he explained to the other fellow spellcasters around him slightly awkwardly:

"Well, we warlocks are generally not like that. Most warlocks actually have a bit of self-respect. Those three goods are the best among all.

Never bring them into the image of a warlock.

Damn it!

You three, get up quickly!

Stop being embarrassed there. "

The three warlocks turned a deaf ear to the scolding of the school leader, pretending that they didn't hear it at all.

The three guys spoke in unison and increased their voices at the same time, ending this gorgeous and exquisite flattery performance with a roaring worship.

whispering sound.

If the old coffin board tells us to get up, we will get up? Why should a warlock who kneels down based on his ability ask us to get up? Can you make us any offer we can't refuse?

Are you also a god?

Haha, don't look at the three of us gentlemen kneeling here like insects, but in front of us is the only native god of Azeroth! In addition to evil energy, the other five major powers can speak of the super golden thigh.

This is us.

How many people want to kneel but don’t have the means?

Blake also left enough time for his dirty warlocks to complete the performance.

Although he didn't care about those ridiculous flattery words and wasn't too interested in this kind of overly real performance, the time of the three warlocks was very clever. On this occasion, the fanatical prayers from the believers were obviously more prominent. Show your dignity and excellence.

This little thing satisfies some bad desires in the stinking pirate's heart.

Furthermore, he also needs to leave some time for others to react.

"Slightly, slightly, slightly~"

Taking advantage of the moment when the dragons were idle, Little Star jumped to the side of Blake who was in a raised position with a whoosh, hiding behind the captain and making faces at the Spellweaver and his grandfather.

Blake didn't say anything about this transgressive move, which fully proved that he was the iron backer for Little Star to act mischievously in this world and among the stars.

"I guess Norgannon didn't tell you the terrible truth when he asked you to stop me."

The pirate stretched out his hand expressionlessly, and gently grabbed a handful of liquid magic that shone with seven-color rainbow light from the magic tide that continuously spurted out golden light like a backward waterfall, turning the dark night above his head into a starry day. .

He looked at the three dragon kings and let the magic power, like bright stardust and red liquid, fall between his fingers. In the psychedelic light, he whispered:

"Perhaps the Mysterious Titan was negligent, or perhaps He simply doesn't care about you, the 'imperfect beings' in His eyes. Well, you don't really think that when the Titans gave you power, it meant that they regarded you as their own?

No way.

Will the wise dragons be foolish on this issue?

Look how thoroughly Deathwing has thought. Compared with the generosity of the Sunless Sea, what the Titans have given you is simply nothing. "

"You can't do this."

Spellweaver hugged the Focusing Iris in his hand tightly. The old blue dragon, who had always been in a very bad mental state, now looked old and pitiful.

It wasn't really trying to go against Black.

It has thought about it very carefully and confirmed that the emergence of the second Well of Eternity will really not be of any benefit to Azeroth at this time.

Faced with the pirate's strong rhetorical question, Spellweaver wanted to respond angrily to his bold act, but his forced calm mind was unable to generate even a trace of anger.

It could only explain through gritted teeth:

“The Titan Soul has returned but is very weak. The world has just gone through the Argus Crusade, and every warrior is very tired. Creating a magic well that can be connected to the Twisting Nether at this time will only make us repeat the mistakes we made thousands of years ago.

The Dark Titan will notice its flash in the Twisting Nether.

This will only make His arrival faster. "

"Maybe that's what I want? Okay, no kidding, don't be scared, people.

I'm just telling the truth. I admit that what you said is very reasonable, but what I want to say is that when facing Sargeras, giving us a hundred years to prepare is still not enough. "

Blake shrugged, took the Arcandor tree seed from the gem box held by the valley walker with his head lowered beside him, and said in a gentle tone:

"The Dark Titan is simply not an enemy that can be defeated by relying on common sense. Instead of sitting back and waiting for death, it is better to take the risk and give it a try. Maybe there will be unexpected gains.

Stay there and watch carefully, dragons. I don't intend to regard you as enemies, but I also hope that you, who were born and raised in Azeroth, will think about it carefully.

Which party do you belong to? "

"I thought there were only two camps in this war: us and the Burning Legion. When will there be a third party?"

The Red Dragon Queen couldn't stand the bullying of her brother by the stinky pirates. She strode forward to support the weak Spellweaver and scolded:

"Choose a side? Choose between you and the Creator? Black! Are everyone here on your side?"

"Although you are beautiful, I don't like the tone of your voice. Your Majesty, you should pay more attention."

The pirate lifted the seed in his hand and put it into the golden light of the waterfall in front of him.

He said without looking back:

“If you don’t pay attention now, you will have to pay attention in the next life.

My dear Alexstrasza, I am not targeting anyone, but I really don’t think that a dragon king who has been imprisoned by the orcs for several years is qualified to speak nonsense in front of a god. "

Black's talent for ridicule was still sharp. One sentence struck the biggest shame in the Red Dragon Queen's heart. Her calm state seemed to be broken. A surge of anger burst out from the bottom of her heart, pushing Alexstrasza to clenched her fists and stepped forward. .

But just as she came within a hundred yards of Blake, a fatal chill broke out in the Queen's heart, and she suddenly realized that she was doing something extremely stupid.

But it was too late to retreat.

Amidst the evil laughter of the three warlocks and the exclamations of the little star, a tentacle lingering in purple light sprang out from the shadow of the Red Dragon Queen herself.

The purple light that has been filled with the power of the void surges in the eyeballs at the top of the blue tentacles. In just an instant, a fresh corpse of the Aspect Dragon Queen will appear here.

"No!"

A green shadow blocked her sister at the critical moment, and Ysera, the Green Dragon Queen, opened her arms without fear to face the imminent void impact.

This action woke up everyone present.

Dean Blue Moon tried to grab Black's hand, and the old lich shouted.

no!

The consequences of killing the Green Dragon Queen here are too bad. At this critical moment, everyone needs to unite.

But Blake did not lose his mind. The tentacles wrapped around the majesty of the void god quickly dissipated, and before it dissipated, it touched Ysera's pale face like a snake.

It's like a malicious joke.

"We are friends, Your Majesty Ysera. I have always been very generous to my friends, but your sister's unstable emotional problem really needs to be looked at by a doctor."

Blake looked back and smiled.

His smile reminded the other onlookers of the gossip some time ago about Black doing something embarrassing with the Green Dragon Queen in the Emerald Dream.

At that time, everyone just wanted to have fun.

But now this scene seems a bit...

The Pirate Pirates felt what the others were thinking, but he ignored them. His eyes flashed with purple light, and he whispered in Shasiyar like a nightmare whisper:

"How about I help you see a doctor? Ms. Crimson Wing?"

This weird title made the Red Dragon Queen feel like she was struck by lightning. She screamed the next moment and fell into Ysera's arms, covering her head.

The Void Seed has been implanted in her spirit and only needs to be confirmed and activated again. The second "Deathwing" of Azeroth was born under Blake's gaze.

"Your Excellency Black Moon Shadow, we have no ill intentions."

In the dead silence of the underground hall, amidst the burst of power from the Silent One, a voice that only he could hear rang out. Ms. Eonar said apologetically:

"Norgannon didn't have any ill intentions. He just sensed the abnormal gathering of magic power. He thought that some mechanism arranged by Sargeras in this world was triggered.

The guardians suddenly disappeared, and the dragons just went there to check on our behalf.

We have no intention of going against you, we are not enemies. "

"You are not. I know that you are the supreme guest of me and this world. Your child Gorgonas is also my guest. I also welcome Lord Kazgoros.

But others”

Blake glanced at the Void Seed that had been dispersed in the Red Dragon Queen's will, and with a hint of regret, he replied:

"Please prepare Lord Aman'Thul and Lord Norgannon. I will go and talk to them after I finish the work at hand, about some 'position issues' that exist between us.

Until then, enjoy your new life in this beautiful world once watched over by the Pantheon, dear Lady Eonar, a world that would have nothing to offer you.

You deserve it, don't be shy.

Oh, by the way, please do me a favor and use your power to ripen the seeds in my hand with me. The growth of this tree is very important to the elves.

This is for the righteous cause of salvation. "

"I've never been interested in the weird ideas of my brothers, and I'm glad we're not hostile, and I hear Arcandor singing, Black.

What a cute little guy. "

The Life Titan chuckled and said with interest:

"This tree species is very strange. It is the fusion product of arcane magic and life. It is very suitable for my power. After it grows, it can give me a branch of Arcandor when I leave Azeroth." A branch as a souvenir?”

"I can even give you the seed, provided it grows enough to give birth to a second tree seed."

Blake said to the Titan of Life like he was showing off a treasure:

"I'm not bragging, Lord Eonar.

The seed in my hand is the last Tree of Arcandor among the stars. This is a treasure that no amount of money can buy. Out-of-print items are always the most expensive.

But maybe it can grow healthier and stronger under the care of a top star gardener like you? "

"I would love to, Quiet One, it would be my pleasure."

The Titan of Life readily accepted the pirate's invitation, and the next second there was a majestic breath of life transmitted from the bottom of the sea to the Arcandor seeds that Black threw into the bottom of the Well of Destiny.

Blake also gently injected the life force that could be mobilized in the Moon Shadow Godhead into the breath. Under the leadership of Eonar, and amid the ecstatic cheers of the elves, a magic tree with branches and leaves like pale crystal appeared. The entire process of germination, growth, flowering and fruiting is completed in just a few seconds.

Like a dream that was too wonderful to be true, it seemed that with just a blink of an eye, a towering tree growing towards the ground along the outline of the Well of Destiny appeared in the Well of Destiny where only the magic tide originally existed.

This tree absorbs the huge flow of magic from the Well of Destiny to grow, and balances the arcane energy with the life force under the skillful control of the Titan of Life. It proudly reappears in Azeroth ten thousand years later in a perfect posture. On the land of Sri Lanka.

Around the circular fountain square in front of Teaching Laboratory Building No. 13, students and instructors who were awakened by the huge magic power of the Well of Destiny gathered around to witness the whole process of the growth of the beautiful magic tree.

They regarded it as a miracle, and the instructors of the Druid Academy almost went crazy!

Except for Shaun Moonclaw, the Archdruid who saw this strange tree with his own eyes when he was young, the other druids could not find any record of this tree in the natural encyclopedia.

The Archdruid of the Moon Claw stood in the crowd, twirling his beard and smiling as he watched the beautiful and dreamy crystal tree in front of him grow bigger and bigger, until its brilliant canopy enveloped the entire No. 13 Teaching Experimental Building. stand up.

The bright moonlight and the golden magic of the Well of Destiny merge together, reflecting on the ground through the translucent branches and leaves, refracting a wonderful and dreamy light.

It was as if the dark night was suddenly illuminated, and the stars in the sky were covered with mysterious gauze.

"Blessed are the Quel'dorei and Sha'dorei."

The Great Druid of the Moonclaw reached out and picked a beautiful leaf from the crystal branch hanging beside him, and stored it in the cover of his magical manual as a bookmark, and prevented the two druid apprentices beside him from following suit.

He could pick the leaves because he was a mentor and an archdruid, and could withstand the heavy life force on the leaves. He also got Arcandor's permission before picking.

But not others.

Removing Arkandor's leaves will result in dire punishment. Under the command of Moonclaw, the Druid instructors began to call vines to form a wall to prevent unsuspecting students from harming themselves.

As this month's rotating vice-dean, Archdruid warned the gathered instructors from various schools:

"Be prepared, tomorrow at the latest, the black and white elves will break through the gate of the academy, but I don't know how much they will have to pay for this eternal salvation?

If Blake became a god, ordinary treasures would not be able to satisfy his huge appetite.

Tsk tsk, I want to observe a moment of silence for my compatriots in advance. "