Shadow Trails in Azeroth

Chapter 942 39. You finally appeared, the love of my life - more updates for Brother Silo [115]

"So, in the war that belongs to me, which you call the 'War of the Ancients,' we finally won? The demons were driven back to their evil home, but the empire also fell apart?"

In the hall of Black Crow Castle, several death knights were collecting the fragments of Lord Ravencrest's sarcophagus. In front of the lord's throne, a huge tactics table had been placed there.

Blake kindly provided a "world map" he drew and spread it out on the tactical table. Dean Blue Moon personally described the current state of the world to the newly awakened Lord Ravencase.

It can only be said that it is indeed the last light of courage of the Elf Empire. Although Lord Ravencrest is still a little unable to adapt to the outrageous thing of "sleeping for ten thousand years", his mind has begun to work. Accept this new change.

He changed into a neater suit of armor, placed the rune sword exuding the aura of death by his leg, and rubbed the world map in front of him with his fingers.

While reminiscing about the past, questioning the present, and perhaps imagining the future.

Faced with his question, Dean Lanyue explained:

"The War of the Ancients was indeed won, but in my opinion it was more like a desperate attempt to draw fuel from the bottom. Our compatriots expelled the demons at the cost of the destruction of the Well of Eternity, and also shattered the continents that were once connected.

The luxurious and noble Zin-Azshari that you and I remember no longer exists.

It sank to the bottom of the ocean and is now called Nazjatar.

In order to survive in the sea, the mad tyrant Azshara and her subjects made a deal with the power of evil and were transformed into ugly creatures called naga.

They established a huge deep-sea empire under the sea, spying on the land under the sun.

The Queen of Wisdom whom we once served has now become one of the unstable factors in this world.

As for the others, you may be able to see a few "acquaintances" in Mount Hyjal, but most of our contemporaries have withered away.

Some of them have been engraved in history and remembered by future generations.

But most of them died silently in the big explosion that shattered the earth, leaving no bones left. "

Ravencase nodded silently.

When I wake up, it's like traveling back in time, appearing in a completely unfamiliar era. The feeling that those he loved and those he hated were no longer alive was somewhat unacceptable.

It's like being cut off from all connections in the past and turning into a lonely boat on the vast sea, not knowing where to go.

Blake, who was watching from the sidelines, was very aware of this confusion.

He had the same feeling when he woke up in the waters of Khaz Modan. The so-called expectations were actually nothing at all. His first thought was to quickly find the things he was sent for around him and return him to his familiar environment. inside.

In that case, even the fear of the unknown can be put aside.

The most difficult thing is the confusion.

I have no direction, no goal, I don’t know what to do, I don’t know where to go, and I don’t know how I relate to the strange world in front of me.

Therefore, as a "experienced person", Black felt that he had to help a group of veterans in front of him.

After all, he came all the way to Val'sharah to wake up these elves, not just to watch them fall into depression and commit suicide.

The pirate coughed and interrupted Dean Lanyue's description of the current era. He took out another map from his bag and placed it on the big map in front of him.

He picked up the quill next to him, drew a circle on the cursed land of the Eastern Kingdom, and said to Lord Ravencrest:

"Here, there is a building called the 'Dark Door'. Seven years ago, it was opened by a human spellcaster, attracting intruders from other worlds.

You can understand the person who opened the Dark Portal as a "low-end version" of Queen Azshara. His behavior is no different from the Queen who opened the portal to summon demons to enter Azeroth.

The orcs who poured in from the world called Draenor across the Dark Portal invaded the territory of human civilization. We fought with them for seven years before we defeated them.

We thought this was the end, but it turned out that these seven years of war were just the beginning of turbulent times.

Just like the war ten thousand years ago, it started.

History is cyclical, I’m sure of that. "

The pirate emphasized his tone, pointed to the map of the Draenor world placed on the big map, and said:

"I have received definite news that the Burning Legion has landed in the orc world. That world is very small, only equivalent to a continent of Azeroth. It will only take the demons a few months at most to completely occupy it.

When the time comes, they will be able to enter Azeroth in large numbers through the Dark Portal.

The Burning Legion has obviously learned experience from its failure ten thousand years ago. This time they will choose to take a steady approach and swamp everyone in the world with their absolute quantitative and qualitative advantages.

They will not stop their destruction until they have killed the last of Azeroth's babies. "

"Can the Dark Portal be closed?"

Sure enough, when the war with demons was mentioned, Lord Ravencrest, who seemed a little melancholy just now, instantly became active. His tone was cold, emotionless, and dry.

But his heartfelt disgust and resistance to the devil made the dazed dead soul in front of him seem to "come" to life all of a sudden.

really.

It doesn't matter if friends, relatives, and the familiar era are gone, as long as the former enemies are still there. For a warrior, this is enough.

"Reenacting the counterattack at the Well of Eternity? It's a good idea. The only problem is that it's a bit difficult to do."

Blake shrugged, drank his wine and said:

"The Dark Portal in the world of Azeroth has actually been blown up, but there is still a Dark Portal on the Draenor side. I know at least two forces that have crossed the world rift caused by the Dark Portal. Went to Draenor.

Judging from their experience of traveling back and forth, it is useless even if we risk blowing up the Dark Portal in the Draenor world.

When the door opened, it had connected the two worlds spatially, and the fate of the two worlds was bound by this. I think you should know very well that demons are masters of playing with space.

This situation is not difficult for them.

The Legion's resources are almost unlimited, and they can rebuild the Dark Portal overnight. Ancient experience cannot work. "

"Then the only option left is war, right?"

Lord Ravencrest asked softly.

Although it was a question, he didn't need anyone else to answer it.

And this slightly desperate answer did not make the Elf Lord feel intimidated.

Instead, he began studying the world map more closely.

Obviously, he had already planned in his mind how to fight this war.

That's good!

Dean Lan Yue cast an appreciative look at his disciple. He was indeed a stinky pirate who played with people's hearts. With just a few words, he gave Culotas Ravencrest a new goal.

Blake blinked proudly, "What's this?"

If the Dean is willing to let him go ahead, he can completely convince Lord Ravencrest to lead the Black Crow Chapter to fight against the Nightborne of Suramar tonight.

This is not difficult at all.

All we need to do is use the experience of Elisana Ravencase as a medium to stir up hatred a little. With the stubbornness of the undead, after hearing that her precious daughter was almost cheated to death by Elisande, Ravencase The lord will definitely have murderous intentions.

Black is familiar with this.

"We will leave Val'sharah soon."

After a few minutes, Black said to Lord Ravencrest:

"I will leave behind my Sarlaine subordinates to serve as the caster force of the Black Crow Chapter to support the reconstruction of your Chapter. Your Excellency, the Blood Matron will also be the relay between the two of us.

It is conservatively estimated that there are still several months before the demonic invasion. Perhaps you can take advantage of this time to go to Mount Hyjal and discuss it with the High Priest Tyrande and the Archdruid Malfurion.

If we really wanted to fight the demons, we would be doomed without the support of the Kaldorei.

And the Sunstrider family of Quel'Thalas.

It is your former comrades-in-arms, the descendants of Dath'Remar Sunstrider. They established a kingdom. Although they only imitated the essence of the political infighting of the Elf Empire, the rest was just so-so. "

"Huh? Has Tyrande become the leader of the Kaldorei?"

Lord Ravencrest heard the familiar name. He raised his head and said doubtfully:

"She and Malfurion got together? I thought she would choose Illidan, a passionate and always fierce man.

That kid is a love interest at first glance.

Although he did many wrong things under my command, I am sure he can become a hero. Where is Illidan? I should probably ask him to come back and resume his role as commander of the Moon Guard. "

"Uh, this is it."

Blake glanced at the silent Elisana and whispered:

"Illidan is so awesome now. He is your daughter's mentor. There is a small force named Illidari, who has some conflicts with his brother and sister-in-law. Probably because he has always liked his sister-in-law.

In short, this is someone else's family matter, and I can't comment on it.

Speaking of which, you and Ms. Elisande should have something in common. "

The stinky pirate took a sip of wine and quietly said over the fire:

"After all, before we came, Ms. Elisande tried to use her third-rate magic to resurrect you and your battle group. As her subordinates, she helped her gain an advantage in the confrontation with the Kaldorei."

"Um?"

Lord Ravencrest's gray eyes narrowed immediately.

He said:

"Although a lot has changed in ten thousand years, it cannot change some things, such as Elisande's stupid ambition."

"Actually, she's okay with the Ravencrest family. She still misses her old friendship."

Blake added:

“She also helped take care of your daughter during your absence.

She loved her so much that she even tried to become her adoptive mother, train her to succeed Illidan as the leader of the demon hunters, and sent her to the magic city of humans to find some necromancy books in order to resurrect you.

It's a pity that something went wrong. If she hadn't met me, Miss Elisana might have been buried there. "

"Really? Then I really want to 'thank' her."

Lord Ravencrest took his daughter's hand.

He grinned an indifferent smile on his stiff face and said:

"You two go and rest first. I will lead my battle group well. The Black Crow Knights will not be absent on the battlefield against the demons! In the name of the Ravencrest family, I swear!"

With the lord's assurance, the pirates returned satisfied.

When leaving Black Crow Castle, Dean Blue Moon seemed to want to say something, but ultimately remained silent.

She knew that she could cultivate Blake into a studious person, but she could not change the chaotic nature in the stinking pirate's heart.

"Dean, tell me, if the Black Crow Legion and Suramar's Demon Swordsman Legion confront each other head-on, how long can the Demon Swordsmen under Elisande's command last?"

Blake looked at the stars above his head and asked casually.

Dean Lich thought for a while and said:

"Two hours?"

"No, I think the winner can be decided within an hour."

The pirate looked back at the Lord's Hall, where the lights were still on, and said:

“If the Black Crow Knights become familiar with the death knight’s tactics and have enough Sallain blood elves as casters, this time can be shortened again.

Well, it just so happens that the upgrade of Nagfar no longer requires ordinary keels, so the corpses of several black dragons in the World Destroyer's lair can be donated to the Black Crow Knights to make ice bone dragons.

Although in theory, bone dragons are best made using blue dragon corpses.

But I don't want to scare little star.

So, let’s make do with the black dragon first. "

"Don't mess around."

The dean warned:

"Suramar also has the support of the Magic Legion. Once the war really starts, the blue dragons will intervene."

"No, the Spellweavers don't care about such things."

Blake said firmly:

"Even if the Blue Dragon intervenes, it will definitely be on our side. Its little star is the second mate on my ship. We and the Magic Legion are our true people.

The dean will stay here for a few days to catch up with Lord Ravencrest, so I won't stay here.

I'm going to Stormheim. "

The pirate stretched greatly, winked at Dean Lanyue and said:

"There's a big boss over there who wants to invite me to a very exciting and hot show. Dean, do you want me to get a ticket for you?"

"No, I'm busy."

The Lich said a few words in a sassy voice and left here in the light of teleportation. The pirate shrugged and hurried back to his ghost ship.

But as soon as he got on the boat, Blake noticed something was wrong.

The Nagfar was extremely silent tonight, and the entire ship was filled with dead silence, as if it had been swept by some force. He pulled out Salamani with a swipe, and was about to buckle his helmet when suddenly the world began to spin.

In a slight dizziness, Blake found himself sitting in his captain's cabin, sitting on his vulgar and expensive gold chair.

In front of him, the naked Onyxia was looking at him with an indifferent gaze.

"That's enough, Xal'atath!"

The pirate scolded:

"I don't like it. Wait, you're not Xal'atath! You are."

"Nagfar!"

The mysterious girl who looked exactly like Onyxia floated in front of her.

She came to Blake, stretched out her hand and pressed it on his chest. She approached his neck like a puppy, moving her nose and sniffing several times.

She whispered:

"My name is Nag'Fal, are you my father? Black Shaw? Or Derek Proudmoore?"

"Well, you finally gave birth to your own consciousness, my little baby."

The pirate was ecstatic for a moment.

The ship spirit of the Naqfar finally showed consciousness.

It's just that this title is a bit weird.

He picked up the sheet from the side and covered the boat spirit in front of him. He corrected it as if talking to a child:

"You can't call me father. You are my ship, not my daughter. You should call me captain, or master."

"But I was born to this point under your care."

Nagfar, the boat spirit girl, tilted her head and said:

"It's written in the books in your cabinet. If you gave birth to me, then you are my father. I also want to ask you, where did the silver-haired elf go?

She would sneak over and sleep with you every night while she was on the boat. "

The newly born Ship Spirit blinked his eyes, as if he didn't understand anything, and asked in a low voice:

"Is she my mother?"

"No, she is not."

The pirate replied with a sullen face, and the ship spirit blinked again and timidly said:

"What about Mother Sephiel?"