Shadow Trails in Azeroth

At the end of a hectic night's journey, it was the morning of the next day. In a green valley in the core of the Troll Empire, which was quite far away from the country of the Pandaren, a rotating emerald door opened silently.

The golden candle dragon stuck out its tongue and could no longer fly after being chased by a terrifying thing all night. It snaked its body like a snake and carried a group of people back to the material world from the Emerald Dream.

No matter how much Black, who was covered with the "treasures" of the God of the Wild, scolded and urged him, the young Xianglong who had been flying in the dreamland all night stopped moving, and lay down beside a water and began to snore. .

Turn on the bad mode!

Hello! Flying in the Emerald Dream is also tiring, okay? She didn't rest for a second the whole night.

"Oh, what a delicate creature."

Blake looked at the completely ruined candle dragon, put his hands on his hips angrily and said:

"Can you carry forward your Xianglong's beautiful tradition? We are going to do something big, and save the world by the way. How can you do something big if you are so lazy?

never mind.

Rest for thirty minutes and then we continue.

Today at lunch we have to rush to the mountains of Dazar'alor where the Zandalari trolls are located. According to my plan, we will arrive at the border of the Elf Empire tomorrow afternoon.

Hey, I knew I wouldn’t take you with me.

It’s all a burden!

If I had left alone, I would have stolen all the way to the outside of Suramar City by now. "

"Just brag, you arrogant hairless idiot."

Hearing Black's chattering, the big horse monkey demigod carrying Fu Zan's long stick suddenly felt unhappy. It scratched the moonfire that was accidentally scorched by the moonfire thrown by Ursol when it followed Black, the bad guy, to steal something last night. Monkey butt, grinning his ugly face again.

While combing his smooth and handsome monkey hair, he made a face to Blake and said:

"I admit that your move of taking us across the world in the Emerald Dream is very powerful, but you are not fearless. You also avoided those wilderness demigods who were awakened in their dreams last night. .”

"You big monkey know nothing."

The pirate glanced at the Monkey King and said:

"I'm just too lazy to say hello to them. It's not my fault. Those demigods are all my old friends. Of course, they don't know me yet.

But that doesn't matter.

It is too easy for a handsome spirit like me to make friends.

A bastard like you won't understand. "

After mocking the horse monkey, Black turned back to look at Emperor Shaohao who was sitting on the ground, taking out pastries and fruit wine to eat and rest at the same time.

The young pandaren emperor was holding a map of Kalimdor drawn by the Lorewalkers in his hand, and was determining their current location according to the direction illuminated by the sun.

This is a very demanding job, but Shaohao is very skilled at it.

Within a few minutes, he found their current resting point on the map. After measuring the location, the Pandaren Emperor said in surprise:

"It only took us one night to cross almost a third of the continent?"

"Then do you think I was kidding you when I said I would reach the Elf Empire within two days?"

The pirate leaned against a tree with his pipe in his mouth. He looked at the map in Shaohao's hand and said casually:

"If it weren't for stealth operations to avoid attracting the attention of the guardian dragons, if it wasn't for protecting your fragile minds, a void rift spanning both ends of the continent would be enough to solve the problem.

Although there is interference from the magic tide of the Well of Eternity, with a little calculation, I can easily grasp the precise landing point. "

"So in addition to being a pretentious prophet, you are also a master of witchcraft?"

Shaohao swallowed the cold bun in his hand and asked curiously while drinking fruit wine to accompany his meal.

Blake snorted, not even bothering to answer this stupid question.

He has too many titles, and he can even be the best court jester in the world when necessary, but does he have to talk about this kind of thing everywhere?

"This is not far from Dazar'alor."

Seeing that Blake didn't want to talk about this issue, Shaohao didn't ask further. He picked up the map, clicked on it, and said to Blake:

“According to the records of the Lorewalkers, you can reach the ancestral land of the Zandalari trolls by walking half a day further east, which is a mysterious area called Nazmir.

The trolls and their powerful loa do not allow any outsiders to enter. Lorewalkers speculate that there should be the birthplace of troll civilization in that jungle.

Alas, this is a rare visit. If it weren’t for an urgent trip, I would really like to stay here for a few more days. "

"This is easy to handle."

Blake rolled his eyes, he snapped his fingers to Shaohao, opened a dream door, and said:

"Follow me and I will take you to Nazmir to have a long experience."

"Wait a minute, I'll bring my travel scroll."

Although Shaohao had some complaints about Black's style of conduct, as a pandaren who loved to travel, he would definitely not miss the opportunity to see hidden places.

Seeing the excited emperor follow the prophet in black into the door of the dreamland, the Monkey King, who was very worried about Shaohao, curled his lips, picked up his magical long stick of fortune and rushed in with his tail wagging.

The little fishman didn't follow.

This is normal.

It has completely experienced the destruction and rebirth of Nazmir ten thousand years later, and it has no interest at all in that bad jungle full of blood plague and barbarians.

It would rather lie next to Zhulong, soak in the stream and have a good sleep.

Ten minutes later, the pirate who passed through the Dream Gate and arrived in the Nazmir Jungle acted like a tour guide. He reminded the Pandaren Emperor and the Monkey Demigod who were looking at everything behind them:

"Don't go over there, that's the underworld of Bwonsamdi, the troll god of death.

That eccentric bastard is not going to welcome you with his hands in the air, and I don't want to deal with that smooth-talking bastard. He is always unreliable and might sell me out to make a profit.

But I remember that there should be a palace left by the early troll civilization nearby. You and your monkey friends can go there for a walk.

Remember to be careful of the blood trolls in the surrounding jungle.

Those guys are easy for you to deal with, but if you accidentally contract the blood plague, it will be over.

In addition, if you hear strange sounds while wandering, you must come to me immediately. I don't want to take two blood plague spreaders to the elves.

You might be asked to quarantine in place for half a month as soon as you cross the border.

Then my trip would be completely ruined. "

"What about you? Where are you going?"

Shaohao has already opened his study tour scroll, preparing to record the scenery of this mysterious troll ancestral land and bring it back to Pandaria as precious information.

He already knew that the world was about to be shattered. Who knew whether this land could still exist after the Great Schism? He wanted to record the scenery along the way and leave something for future generations.

However, Blake, who had brought them through the dreamland, left a few words of advice and walked to the other side, which made the Pandaren Emperor couldn't help but ask.

"I want to find a good place to 'burn paper' myself."

Blake replied impatiently:

"Do you want to come with me?"

"ha?"

This answer made Shaohao's eyes widen.

As a panda, he must understand the meaning of this word.

During the festival when Pandaren commemorate their ancestors, they will write their thoughts about their ancestors on paper and burn them. In this way, they will convey their mortal thoughts to the realm of death.

But does this custom also exist among elves?

And this black prophet, you are still alive. It would be a bit unlucky to burn paper for yourself like this, right?

But how fast the pirate was? Before Shaohao could ask the second question, Blake's figure had already disappeared into the humid jungle full of weird trees.

"Shaohao, come on, you idiot! Look what I found! The dead troll idiot is still wrapped up in cloth!"

The Monkey King's cheerful shouts came from behind, and the emperor looked back and was shocked.

He shouted:

"No, that's the mummy of the trolls, put it down quickly! You bastard monkey who doesn't respect the dead, it seems I have to recite the scriptures a few times to purify your crazy mind."

——

Of course Blake was joking when he said he was going to burn paper for himself.

He didn't come to Nazmir to "revisit his old place." After leaving Shaohao and the monkey demigod, Black followed the skills in his mind and walked through the jungle like a ghost to reach a small shallow lake.

He looked at the dilapidated buildings and temples around him. If he remembered correctly, on the Zandalari Island ten thousand years later, the Ancestral Turtle collectors found the mysterious "Scroll of Destiny" nearby, and then Won by Blake in a turtle shell game.

The mysterious scroll helped the pirate a lot when he was still weak. He escaped from death several times by relying on the strange and unreasonable judgment of the hand of fate.

"Ha, a trace of power left by the mysterious Loa forgotten by time. Hey, I should have thought of it at that time! Who else could have that kind of weird power besides myself?

Co-author Is that the ‘heirloom’ gear my large size ‘mailed’ to me in the small size?

Sure enough, it was all arranged.

There is really no one else who arranges scripts for himself. Sure enough, it is not an unreasonable slander when others call me crazy. Who would think of such a thing except a crazy person? "

The pirate pouted.

While complaining about himself, he took out a blank scroll from his bag, extracted a bit of power from his Quiet One godhead, and shaped it into the rough law of "rock-paper-scissors", then wrote it on the scroll in the form of words and sealed it carefully. .

He originally wanted to find a box and store this thing underground until it would be found by the turtle people who were digging around ten thousand years later, but he thought that when he got the scroll, it was already in tatters.

At first glance, it looks like it has not been well preserved.

So the pirate didn't bother to bother, just found a broken temple by the lake, threw the scroll into the weathered shrine, clapped his hands and prepared to leave.

But the next moment, he heard the screams of chickens and dogs jumping from the jungle.

Blake looked back in surprise.

Good guys, the embarrassed Shaohao and the Monkey King were screaming and rushing out of the jungle one after another. Behind them, there were several bloody faceless men chasing them.

This was probably the first time these two guys saw real void creatures. With their strength, they could have easily dealt with these abyssal creatures, but they were obviously frightened by the faceless men's ugly appearance and filthy thinking. .

Think about it, how "simple" the world was ten thousand years ago. The strong men of this era only had to worry about the savage troll headhunters and the elves who abused magic.

How can they be as "lucky" as the descendants of the demons dancing around ten thousand years in the future? When they wake up in the morning and go to the toilet, they may see exciting scenes of the arrival of evil gods or the invasion of legions. Naturally, it is impossible to train the assholes ten thousand years in the future. It's that state of mind where the mountain is collapsing and the face remains unchanged.

"monster!"

When the Monkey King saw Blake standing next to a collapsed temple and watching the fun, he immediately swung his tail and shouted:

"Terrible monsters burst out of the ground! These trolls are really crazy. They don't care that their ancestral land has been completely occupied by dark evil things.

This is not a good place, let's run. "

"It's tugging at my mind, the evil things of the abyss are roaring at me, there is a terrifying darkness hidden in the troll empire, and we must warn them.

The creature of the abyss roared out of its prison.

It's going to swallow the world! "

Shaohao's performance was slightly better. After all, he was a monk blessed by the Supreme God.

But he is still in the mood to help the trolls worry about it. It has to be said that these "Eternal Emperors" who have left their names in history do have their own characteristics.

"Why are you panicking?"

Blake waved his hand calmly and said:

"This must be the Holy Mother of Purity hiding in the laboratory again and doing some weird experiments. The security facilities in Odile are really bad."

The black prophet complained.

He coughed twice and glared fiercely at the faceless men who were chasing after him.

The breath of the void god spread out, shocking the ugly faceless men to the ground in an instant, shaking their bodies and melting into balls of filthy black blood that seeped into the earth.

"Be quiet, you idiot! Are you in such a hurry to die?"

Black stamped his feet on the ground, threatening the man-made ancient god G'huun who was roaring in the underground city and was immediately frightened into silence.

The brainless beast felt that there was a terrifying similar creature on the ground, and it almost immediately retracted into its cage, which also caused the dark atmosphere of the entire Nazmir Jungle to dissipate in an instant.

"This poor little thing was injured by them. I was targeted by those monsters just to save it."

Shaohao looked at the miraculous scene in front of him. The brave monk finally had a clear understanding of Black's power, but now he was holding a baby Lesognathus that had just hatched from the egg. .

The poor little thing was infected by the will of the Faceless Man and would be half-dead and let out a weak scream.

"Hey, isn't this Gani?"

Blake looked at the little pitiful baby in Shaohao's hand in surprise. He squeezed his eyes and took the weak baby Lephignathus. The bright stripes on its body were very recognizable, allowing the pirates to recognize its identity at a glance.

The prophet in black laughed and blew on the dying little creature in his hand, dispelling the void air that polluted it while giving it pure life force.

The little thing suddenly came to life, staring at Blake who was smiling at it with its cute big eyes.

When Blake bared his teeth at it, he seemed to be frightened. He jumped into the water with a squeal, and swished through the water like a turbo duck before escaping back into the jungle.

"Hahaha, no wonder I will be so attached to it in the future. This guy has been my 'pet' for a long time."

Blake stood there with his hands on his hips and laughed happily.

He looked back at Shaohao and the Monkey King who were still in shock. He handed them a bottle of wine and said in a long voice:

"I know that you resisted my existence after learning about your great future and end. You thought that my appearance gave you an opportunity to 'cheat' and make your epic story look less legendary.

But young emperor, the truth is not so.

I did modify your story, but this is just to allow you to join me on the grand journey to meet the Dark Titan. You can fight just for your people, or you can fight with me for the world ten thousand years from now. war.

I did not destroy your legendary story, I just made it more exciting, even if only a few people will remember this story in the end, and no bard will sing it.

But I think in terms of Pandaren philosophy, perhaps the journey itself to find the answer is more worth savoring than the result?

Relax, young emperor.

I can assure you that Pandaria will survive this disaster. I'm not kidding, I have many friends across the land.

Such as Lao Chen, such as Lili, such as Master Zhu who always vomits blood in every battle. In fact, I also have the title of 'Honorary Elder of the Shado-Pan'.

Look, I look different from you.

But I am a true 'spiritual Pandaren' at heart, my lord.

Take a rest and we'll set off. "