Shadow Trails in Azeroth

"This is the situation. You'd better go back to Wyrmrest Temple now and prepare honestly for the final battle. Stop trying to become a means of showing the 'will of order' in the hands of the Titans of the Pantheon."

In the boiling Dean's Office of Nathalas College, Black, who was sitting in Dean Blue Moon's chair, put his legs on the desk in front of him, holding a pipe in his mouth and speaking to the man standing in front of him with a hint of instruction. The three dragon kings in front of him said:

"The Living Titan has a gentle personality and is not a source of trouble, but Norgannon's wariness of the void and stubborn insistence on the distinction between order and chaos have disgusted me.

You should see clearly that when I was trying to unite everyone to fight against Sargeras, it was that guy who kept trying to create divisions and conflicts.

I will find a time to explain this matter to Him clearly, and you will stop participating. "

The three dragon kings were silent for a while.

Spellweaver didn't want to say anything.

The Red Dragon Queen has not yet recovered from the experience of being implanted with a Void Seed and almost becoming a "Crimson Wing". Ysera looked left and right, and seeing no one speaking, she had no choice but to say:

"I admit that what you said makes sense, Your Majesty Black."

"Don't call me that, I'm not used to it."

The pirate waved his hands and said:

"Call me Silencer or Lord Moon Shadow. If you want to maintain a good relationship between us, you can continue to call me Black. As long as you don't scold me, I don't have much choice about the title.

I have always been such a nice person and I just can't understand why so many people call me arrogant. "

Seeing Blake starting to talk nonsense again, Ms. Ysera rolled her eyes helplessly. She sorted out her words and said sincerely:

"What you said makes sense, Blake. I also think that in this situation we should put aside our differences and unite together. I admit that we were a little impulsive when the Titans drove us here this time, but you shouldn't use that method to deal with my sister.

Look how you scared her. "

"Are you complaining? Ysera."

The pirate said with a wooden face:

"My wife is gone, do you understand what I mean? In this case, do you still expect me to stay in a good mood? Face these rude questions happily, and then patiently explain to you the cause and effect?"

You dragons are a bit too cruel, right? "

"Well."

Ysera could not refute Black's reasons. The Awakened One sighed and said:

"Condolences."

"Forget it, take your people back. You couldn't participate in the previous war in Argus, but once the demons come to Azeroth, the dragons will become an important fighting force."

The pirate blew out a smoke ring and said to the three dragon kings:

"I have asked the Life Titan to take care of the dragons. She promised to help the existing dragon eggs hatch quickly and try to increase the number of dragons before the devil arrives.

There are also Spellweavers.

Your physical condition and mental state require that you immediately go to Mac'Aree's Tree of Life to stay for a long time, and Lord Eonar will take care of you personally.

If the blue dragons need it, the Life Titan can also give you a 'fertility blessing' that lasts for a period of time.

I heard her say that that kind of blessing can ensure that the fertility rate of blue dragons reaches 100% in a short period of time. However, I think it is never your physical fitness that affects the reproduction of blue dragons, but the strange XP of blue dragons.

That's a stubborn disease that the Titans can hardly reverse with the power of creation. Isn't it that the Blue Dragons invented the love potion to solve this problem?

No aphrodisiac can make blue dragons fall in love with each other. This is a terrible truth. "

Blake complained under his breath.

He glanced at the three dragon kings and said:

"There is one more thing. I may offend you by saying it, but I hope I can serve as a mediator between the three dragons of your clan and the black dragon. Ms. Sinestra, Queen of the Black Dragon, has now led her tribe to the Curse. land.

She hopes to settle the feud with the Dragon Legion.

What I mean is that the black dragons want to rejoin the Aspect Dragonflight. All they want is reconciliation. They will not return to Azeroth in the future.

They have a new home in Draenor. "

"This is impossible!"

Malygos, the blue dragon king, gritted his teeth and said:

"Don't expect me to forgive them! Black, even if you are a god, you can't let us forget those terrible sufferings. This is sworn hatred!"

"wrong!"

The pirate stretched out a finger and waved it in front of Spellweaver's eyes. He said:

"The deep hatred between the blue dragon and the black dragon is not due to the Black Dragon Legion, but more to the vicious betrayal of Deathwing, so the black dragons put forward a condition.

They help us find the hiding Deathwing, and we are responsible for killing it, crushing its bones and turning it into ashes.

This is proof of their sincerity.

You see, in this situation, if the black dragon doesn't help, it will be difficult for us to find Deathwing's hiding place. That guy is too good at hiding. "

"You can't find it either? Blake."

Ysera said suspiciously:

"You are a god of the void, higher than Deathwing. There is no reason why you can't feel the location of the betrayer, right?"

"Of course I can do it, it's easy, I don't even have to waste a second on it."

The pirate shrugged, grabbed his pipe and said:

"But am I not intimidating you? I hope you will forget your hatred, even temporarily. It is rare that the dragon mother still has the heart to find her former guardian glory.

I mean, almost.

The number of black dragons that have died at the hands of the three-color giant dragon in the past ten thousand years is not a small number. No matter how much hatred there is, it should have dissipated with the death of Deathwing, right?

You are hatched from the same mother's womb. "

After saying this, it was obvious to the naked eye that Spellweaver was about to go berserk again, but Ysera and Alexstrasza looked at each other, and the two queens were somewhat moved.

Before the "family separation" incident occurred, these female dragons had their own small circle among themselves, and they had a good relationship with Dragon Mother Sinestra.

"An important question, Lord Black."

The weak Red Dragon Queen sat on the chair, trying hard to overcome the shadow caused by the pirates just now, and said seriously:

"The black dragons are polluted from the source. Even if Deathwing is crushed to ashes, this kind of pollution cannot disappear in a short time. They are not pure.

The influence of the Void has warped them.

Until this problem is solved, no one can accept them with confidence. "

"This is easy to handle."

The pirate shrugged and said:

"As far as I know, the Mother of Dragons already has a batch of pure, uncontaminated black dragon eggs. She has brought 'samples' this time. You can go to the Cursed Land to check for yourself."

"This is impossible!"

The Spellweaver widened his eyes and said:

"Deathwing is still alive, and all the black dragon eggs laid during this period are."

"See with your own eyes, Spellweaver. I'm not in the mood to explain it to you anymore."

The pirate rolled his eyes and took out a pocket watch to check the time.

He stood up and said:

“My guests are arriving and our conversation ends here.

The Black Dragon Mother is waiting for you in the mountains of the Cursed Land. You can lead your legions there and kill her to prove your hatred and your ruthlessness.

You can also go over as a friendly gesture to find out the truth and come to an agreement.

With the news informing me, you'd better hurry up. I won't stay in the material world for more than seven days.

I'm going to travel far away soon.

If you can't come to a conclusion before then, you will have to challenge Deathwing on your own, but the Titans will probably help.

So your chances of winning are quite good. "

After saying that, Blake picked up a glass of fine wine soaked in the fruit of the Arcandor tree, took a sip of it, then politely said goodbye to the two beautiful queens, turned around and disappeared into the floating light. middle.

The Nathalas Academy was very lively right now.

In order to celebrate the creation of the Well of Destiny and the growth of the Tree of Arcandor, the college, which has always pursued high-quality teaching, announced a half-day holiday today. Almost all students came to watch the new Well of Destiny.

The huge tide of magic that spread throughout the academy made these students of all races cheer. Even the druids and shamans who used natural magic and elemental magic could feel the majestic magic.

Of course, some night elves have a very bad attitude toward magic wells.

This morning alone, the patrolling academy guards caught a dozen radical elves trying to destroy the Well of Destiny.

They stubbornly believed that this well would bring the same terrible disaster to the world as the Well of Eternity. They even organized a parade, but unfortunately, people of other races could not understand their hostility towards the magic well.

"What a miserable fool. Tens of thousands of years have not made them smarter. It is their faith that has destroyed them."

In a conference room high in the academy, the phantom of Queen Azshara's power was suspended by the window, looking at the dazzling Well of Destiny below with admiration, and at the same time looking at those in the crowd with disgust. The noisy Kaldorei elves.

The college itself has the seminary of the Moon God Sect, and the Moon Priests who serve as instructors are the leaders of these marchers.

"I said, Your Majesty, considering that I am also a cleric... well, a moon god with followers, so you should not say anything like this.

Although I don't think faith is a good thing either, I have to maintain my position. "

Black sat helplessly on the edge of the conference table. He admired Azshara's perfect back and said:

"Representatives from Quel'Thalas and Suramar are coming soon. Have you figured out how to negotiate with them?"

"Negotiation? No, the Queen never negotiates!"

Azshara's vision turned around and said to Black:

"I will declare my will to my subjects, and I will distribute the fruits of Arcandor to the elves in a neutral and impartial manner.

I don't ask for their loyalty.

But I will demand that they always submit to my empire.

Of course, there is also the batch of fruits that should belong to Naga, Black. No one in this era understands the magic of Akandor fruits better than me.

Its quantity is too small for me to give the full fruit to my subjects.

But I can at least use diluted potion to restore the loyal Naga to some of the elf postures they dream of, just like those miserable Faldorei under your command.

I can restore some of the characteristics of the elves to my abyssal subjects."

"Huh? Are you going to mass-produce 'mermaids'?"

Blake's eyes widened in surprise and he said:

"Preserving the elegant and beautiful upper body of the elves and the snake-like and fish-like lower body of the Naga, well, I believe that such beautiful creatures will become popular throughout the Endless Sea in a short time."

"Ah, your idea is good. My subjects will definitely like this idea. It can distinguish them from the humble land elves without damaging their beauty, strength and wisdom."

The Queen was very pleased with this proposal.

She controlled her clone to come to Blake's side, put her hand on Blake's cheek, and said:

"Only the most loyal warriors and matrons can obtain the complete fruits, allowing them to be permanently restored to their glorious and pure state.

In conjunction with the life-shaping power my gods have blessed me with, my subjects will only love me and be more loyal to me. Thank you, Blake, my favorite, my god.

Not only did you fulfill my most desired fantasy, you also gave me the unwavering strength to rebuild my empire.

You say, how should I reward you? "

"Bang bang bang bang"

Just when the atmosphere between the Queen and the pirates became a little ambiguous, a knock on the door sounded at this moment without a wink. The pirates shrugged, and Queen Azshara snorted dissatisfiedly, but she quickly turned around to Black. Sit on the chair next to him.

The next moment, the door of the conference room was pushed open.

Radiant, as if he had suddenly become younger, Sun King Anastarian and representatives of the Suramar Noble Council walked into the conference room together with the great astrologer Etaeus and Lilith Yuejun.

They all stopped when they saw the vision of Queen Azshara sitting on the main seat, and then everyone looked at Black beside the queen.

Lord Moon Shadow responded with a flawless fake smile to express that this meeting was not centered on him. In fact, he was just a bystander in this meeting on elven affairs.

The two forces misguessed Black's plan from the beginning. What they wanted to convince was not the pirates, but Azshara, who was more difficult to deal with.

It is really unimaginable, what price did Queen Azshara pay for a god like Black to give her the power to distribute the fruits of Arkandor?

"Take your seats, my subjects."

The Queen waved her hand with a charming wave to signal the elf representative in front of her to take a seat. She did not waste time on greetings, but went straight to the point and said:

"My favorite Black has brought good luck to the elves, and the return of the Tree of Arcandor means redemption for my poor people who are suffering from the evil addiction.

But considering the vast populations of Quel'Thalas and Suramar, the fruit of this tree alone is never enough, my subjects.

Although you all have a long life to wait for the gift to arrive, how to distribute the fruits is directly related to the rise and fall of the Elf Kingdom.

Considering your deep-seated misunderstandings about me, I don’t want to explain anything. I just tell you that I will distribute the fruits in a fair way.

I have discussed it with my excellent Grand Arcanist Elya Blue Moon, and I will also make the recipes for potions and potions made with fruits as raw materials open to all of you.

I'll even share some of my insights and thoughts on how to use the Arcandor fruit more effectively with you.

But it’s not free! "

Azshara leaned back on the chair and looked at everyone in front of her like a queen. She had already stated her will, and now it was her subjects' turn to respond.

Blake looked at the elves in front of him with interest.

There is no doubt that the elves of Quel'Thalas have a sworn hatred for Azshara because Azshara blew up their sunwell. The Shal'dorei should also hate Azshara for killing their queen and preventing the Nightborne from taking over the Sunwell.

But unfortunately, Black did not see the slightest spark of hatred dancing in the eyes of Anastarian or Lilith Yuejun.

On the contrary, their eyes were full of peace.

There was even a hint of expectation.

Hatred belongs to the past, and it can also belong to the future, but without the present, the past is meaningless, and the future will become a mirror.

Now is all that matters.

And now, the elves need "hope" in Azshara's hands.

This made Blake nod with satisfaction.

The black prophet had long predicted that no matter what excessive things he did to the elves, these guys would eventually forget their hatred and bow at his feet.

It turns out that the pirate's prediction was correct.

As long as the chips are high enough, forgetting hatred can also be a contribution to peace. This trick is not very effective against hard-core people, but unfortunately, no matter where in the world, there are too few hard-core people.

The empire that Azshara longed for will truly be rebuilt today.

So, salute the Queen and her Empire!