Shadow Trails in Azeroth

"elder brother!"

In the palace painting academy, little Gianna exclaimed when she saw the eyes in front of her.

But the next moment, she realized.

I got the wrong person.

My brother is not as thin as the kind gentleman in front of me.

Moreover, he still has a scar on his cheek and is not as handsome as his brother. The brother in his memory is a very sunny person and does not have such a gloomy temperament.

This is another person.

He is not his brother.

"thank you, sir."

Jaina was placed on the ground by Black. She politely thanked the gentleman in front of her for helping her, and looked at him curiously.

Stalkers are not allowed to sneak in the palace.

But the gentleman in front of him appeared from the shadows, which proved that he had a special status.

who is he?

Blake just nodded.

He suppressed the emotional fluctuations in his heart that did not belong to him.

Prince Drake's memories were tumbling in his mind, and there seemed to be a voice urging him to hug the blood-connected relative in front of him, but he couldn't do this.

"Be careful, little princess, ladies can't be so rude."

He said in a hoarse voice.

Then he turned around and left.

"Orc Killer!"

As a result, Alsace, who got up from the ground next to him, saw Blake's iconic dress and immediately exclaimed. The little prince ran down the steps with light in his eyes.

He raised his head, stared at Blake looking up and down, and said:

"I heard your story from mentor Muradin, Orc Slayer! My mentor said you killed hundreds of green-skinned orcs alone! You are really good!

I will become a strong warrior like you in the future! Like you, defend my people! "

The little prince said loudly:

"Salute to the warrior!"

"I do not doubt your courage, Your Highness Arthas."

Black looked at him, then glanced at Jaina next to him, and he said:

"But to become a warrior, you can't start by bullying a lady, right?"

"I was wrong."

Alsace scratched his hair in annoyance, lowered his head and whispered:

"I didn't mean to annoy Gianna, she is a good friend of mine, I just accidentally said something about her brother. In fact, I also admire brother Drake.

He was a hero, but it's a pity that he has left us. "

"No! You're talking nonsense!"

Hearing this, Jaina immediately turned her head and screamed like a kitten with exploding fur:

"My brother is not dead! He promised me that he would come to Dalaran to see me after the voyage. He would never lie to me. You all lied to me that my brother died in the battle.

but no!

He didn't leave me, I still dreamed about him.

I dreamed that he took me fishing in Kul Tiras. I dreamed that he was with me, my parents, the idiot Tanred, and a blond sister I didn't know.

The instructor told me that a mage’s dream is the reflection of the real world in the arcane magic network, and they all have special meanings.

My brother must still be alive!

Don't talk nonsense! "

Alsace suddenly looked helpless, and at a young age he could see a strange expression on his handsome face. The entire human kingdom knew that Prince Drake had died in the battle.

But the little princess in front of her just refused to admit it.

No one could persuade her.

"I have met your brother, little Princess Jaina. I served on the Dreadnaught battleship in the Battle of Khaz Modan. I saw Prince Drake's heroic battle with my own eyes.

He is indeed a hero. "

Blake knelt down and said to Gianna, who was only nine years old in front of him:

"I was a witness to that battle. People like me are probably rare to find."

"Really?"

The little mage was surprised at this moment.

But there was also fear and uneasiness in the big blue eyes.

She tightened her grip on the hem of her skirt, fearing that she would hear the same tragic news as others had heard from the strange Mr. Stalker in front of her, but whom she felt close to.

Little Alsace next to him also became nervous.

He knew how much the death of Prince Drake had affected his friends.

He was also afraid that Blake would tell the cruel truth again.

But Blake didn't.

He just said to Gianna briefly:

"Prince Drake and his Dreadnaught battleship were indeed hit by the red dragon controlled by the orcs."

Jaina's eyes immediately filled with tears, and her body swayed a little, but the next moment, Blake's tone changed slightly, and he said softly:

"I saw him fall into the sea with my own eyes. There was chaos there. I don't know if he survived. But at the same time, I can't be sure if he really died there."

Blake stood up and took a step back, calling for the shadows to wrap around his body.

He winked at Jaina and said softly:

"But if even an incompetent person like me can escape from that terrifying battlefield, maybe"

"I knew my brother was not dead!"

The little princess wiped away her tears at this moment, showed a smile and said firmly:

"He will definitely come back to see me. He has never lied to me. He will definitely do what he promised me. I know that they are all lying to me.

thank you, sir.

Thank you for bringing back the news about my brother, my father will be very happy, I."

"Shhh"

The moment he escaped into the shadows, Blake stretched out his gauntleted fingers and put them to his mouth, making a silent movement.

He said to little Gianna:

"There is a magical wishing fountain in Dalaran, right? Little princess, you should know that some beautiful wishes will not come true once they are spoken.

Wait with hope.

He will show up.

One day, he will come back to you.

I promise. "

"Um."

The little princess immediately covered her mouth, as if she was afraid that if she said her wish, it would be like the legendary wish and it would not work. She and Arthas watched Black escape into the shadows.

A few seconds later, little Arthas whispered to little Jaina:

"Are you happy now? That's the orc killer, a warrior of the Alliance. He just bravely assassinated a green-skinned legendary swordmaster. He won't lie.

Maybe your brother is recuperating somewhere right now.

Maybe he is just like you, waiting for a miracle to appear in front of you after he recovers. In short, don't be angry, okay?

Varian is still waiting for us in the banquet hall, we."

"boom"

Before Alsace could finish speaking, a fist lightly hit the top of his head from behind.

Then a young man with black hair, about fifteen or sixteen years old, who also wore a prince's ribbon, hugged Arthas and Jaina's shoulders from behind.

He whispered:

"So, who bullied little Jaina? Is it Arthas, the idiot? Little Jaina, do you need my help to beat him?"

"Varian!"

The two children shouted at the same time.

They smiled and turned around to hug the young man behind them.

He is Prince Varian Wrynn of the Kingdom of Stormwind, who is living in exile in the Northern Territory and is currently living in the court of Lordaeron. He is fifteen years old this year, and the three of them are very close friends.

They are also destined to do great things in the future.

On the eaves farther away, Blake was squatting in the shadows, looking over here. He saw little Gianna chirping something to Varian, while Varian listened with a gentle look on his face.

He saw the future High King of the Alliance taking care of little Jaina and Arthas like a kind brother, and he also showed a smile in the shadows.

He glanced down at the silver anchor-shaped pendant held tightly in his hand.

The crest of the Proudmoore family was also partially melted in the dragon fire. He originally planned to give it to Jaina, but now, he took a look in front of him and shook his head.

He stood up quietly and moved his shoulders.

It's not yet time.

In his spare time, Blake also thought about how to use the identity of Derek Proudmoore to get along with his family, but after thinking about it, he didn't get an answer.

It's like asking a sane adult to adapt and integrate into a family of complete strangers overnight.

Even if we only consider utilitarian factors, this is impossible.

Even though Black knew the story and life trajectory of everyone in that family.

He is familiar with them.

He even knew them better than they knew themselves, but the more he did, the more daunting he was about the rugged fate of that family in the future.

Moreover, he had no way of guaranteeing that he would not reveal his secrets in front of the relatives who were most familiar with Redek Proudmoore.

It is true that Kul Tiras does not have legendary priests like His Majesty Faol, but they have the Church of Storms there, and the power of the Tide Sages is no less than that of the mages of Dalaran.

What's more, behind the Church of Storms, which is very close to the Proudmoore family, is also implicated in the most dangerous and deceptive force in the world of Azeroth.

That is a power more dangerous than Hela's Hell Abyss.

He wasn't ready to get involved.

After entering the new world, his own life was in a mess. He also didn't have the ability to change the family's heavy fate in the future while being pursued by the bronze dragon.

Well, speaking of trouble, speaking of bronze dragons

Blake recovered from his confusion, looked at the dark sky in the distance, rubbed his chin, and thought to himself:

"I left a warning last time, I hope you will behave better."

——

Bingfeng Mound, the place where the Burning Blade Clan was defeated.

Sephiel, a young bronze dragon in the form of a high elf, is conducting reconnaissance and testing here. This battlefield has been cleaned up by Ravenholdt's assassins.

Anything of value is recycled.

But that is just a cleaning in the eyes of mortals. In the eyes of a bronze dragon, there are still many traces left that cannot be ignored.

Sephiel was suspended in the air a few inches above the ground.

In her yellow snake-eyed dragon eyes, streaks of quicksand and breeze appeared in the surrounding darkness, outlining everything that happened that night.

It was like a cool holographic projection, like a movie playing, and Sephiel was standing there like a real bystander.

Look at everything that happened here a few days ago.

She saw Old Dahl being surrounded and assassinated by the League of Assassins.

I also saw the Shadow Council disrupting the situation.

Things were normal up to this point, but then, the appearance of time remnant Derek Proudmoore immediately caused the situation to spiral out of control.

Dahl. Triple Blood Blade died in the battle three months in advance.

After Lao Dahl died in the final battle of the old tribe in the Burning Plains, the Flame Blade Sankesu fell into the hands of the last Flame Blade Saint Samuro, and was also killed by Derek Proud. Moore gets.

After the war, Lantrisor Fireblade, who was supposed to return alone to the broken world of Draenor and make a career on the Nagrand prairie, was captured alive by Halduron Brightwing.

Now he is imprisoned in the Violet Prison in Dalaran.

The old swordmaster Jubel, who did not deserve to die here, also died during the siege of Pasonia and Muradin. To make matters worse, Dar's legendary body was obtained by the Shadow Council.

"What a mess!"

There was anger in Sephiel's eyes.

Although the changes caused by the changes in Old Dal and the Burning Blade Clan are far from enough to affect the fluctuations of the world line, for it, this wanton change of the timeline is tantamount to another provocation.

If Derek Proudmoore is allowed to continue his activities.

The more and more small quantitative changes he brings will sooner or later turn into irreversible qualitative changes.

"Um?"

Just when Sephiel was sulking, it suddenly seemed to hear a familiar sound, like the sound of some kind of strings being fluctuated.

This shocked her.

"There was another weak disturbance in the timeline. Jaina Proudmoore's fate line shook a few times. It's that hateful time remnant again!

He is provoking me! "

Sephiel immediately raised his head and clenched his fists.

It looked in the direction of the city of Lordaeron, but this time it did not act recklessly. Instead, it stayed where it was and called out its past and future selves.

Ask them to help you check around.

The stupid failure of Durnholde Castle had taught it the importance of details. Half an hour later, Sephiel from the future and the past reported to it in the present.

There are no signs of a time paradox!

The important world-line characters in Northern Xinjiang are all in their respective positions.

The general situation of the war has not been affected. Orgrim Doomhammer has joined forces with the Amani Trolls in the Hinterlands and is preparing to attack Quel'Thalas.

The human army, led by General Turalyon, rushed to the Hinterlands to form an alliance with the Wildhammer dwarves, preparing to block the Horde army.

The Ravager clan and the Twilight's Hammer clan of the orc great warlock Gul'dan are beginning to secretly study the magical defense of the high elves, and are using the rune stones of Raynor Bandil's magic enchantment to spawn more two-headed ogres.

Except for the weak fluctuations in the city of Lordaeron, everything else in the world was as usual.

very good!

Sephiel confidently transformed into a dragon and took off, flying towards the city of Lordaeron.

It has grown.

It learned its lesson.

It checks all possible problems ahead of time.

It blocked all possibilities for the cunning Derek Proudmoore to play tricks.

This time.

It won't lose!