Azeroth Shadow Trail

   Chapter 1071 167. I may be crazy, but I am complete without you

  After a night of chaotic fighting, the desolate ruins of Qiraji have returned to silence.

  The death knights are gathering the remains of their companions and bringing them back to Eresharas to be stitched and repaired. For these dead warriors, the torn body does not mean the end of the second life.

   As long as you sew and mend, you can continue to carry the will of the undead, and continue your war with the body of the dead.

   Of course, if the body is damaged too much, they can only find another way. For example, there are many intact corpses in the Syndra cemetery in Erethalas that can be used by them.

   In the past ten thousand years, the Syndra elves living in the city of ten thousand years have raised the butcher knife to their own people in order to satisfy their shameful addiction to magic and compete for less and less magic power.

   At the end of the War of the Ancients, the city had a population of nearly one million, and now the number of Syndra Elves who have been relocated to Suramar is less than two hundred thousand

   In short, the corpses in the City of Ten Thousand Years are enough for the Black Crows to use them for a long time.

The   Heroic Spirits also returned to the Sky Fortress after the battle. Their King of War destroyed C'Thun's remains, purified the Titan cage and returned with a great victory.

   There is a grand feast celebrating victory in the mead hall.

  The golden fortress did not stay in the great desert for too long. After the last heroic spirit stepped onto the Rainbow Bridge, the sky fortress flew slowly towards the sky in the east of Silithus.

   As I said before, Odin's driving Valhalla to Silithus was not just for C'Thun.

   He has a more important purpose.

  His goal is hidden in the mysterious land that borders Silithus, inaccessible to mortals.

  Black is going there in a few days.

   When the first rays of sunlight broke through the darkness and sprinkled on the ruins of the swarm, members of the Church of the Holy Light were holding a mourning ceremony for the dead outside the Beetle Wall.

  Although most of the battles last night were dominated by death knights charging forward, the kaldorei warriors of Cenarion Fortress and the local druids also participated in the outer battles, as well as hunters of hidden passages.

   They were few in number, but their casualties were not small.

   After the battle, the remains of the dead were collected.

  They will be incinerated into ashes and sent back to their respective hometowns.

Especially for elves, the great desert of Silithus is too far from the World Tree, and their souls after the battle can not return to their hometowns if they turn into elves, and they must be guided by the druids to return to the sea. Mount Gar, returning to the warm embrace of the World Tree.

   Fool Fina cried miserably in front of the burning wooden frame.

In the battle last night, seven brave shield girls stayed in this piece of yellow sand forever, even if their souls have returned to the Hall of Valor, but as a sensual mortal, Fenna still cannot accept this kind of The parting of soldiers.

  Heya, who was completely injured, stood beside Fenna, holding a bone horn in her hand.

   When Fina ignited the flame, the Supreme Shield Maiden blew a desolate horn to see off her companions.

   She knew that the souls of these companions would turn into mighty Valkyries in the Hall of Valor, their battles in the mortal world had ended, and they were freed from the shackles of flesh and blood in glory.

   They have come to the most beautiful end of being vrykul.

   She also knows that one day, she herself will step on the Rainbow Bridge and reunite with her sisters in the Hall of Valor.

  The remaining shield girls were all wounded. They silently inserted the weapons of the dead in front of the burning flames.

   But these weapons will stay here forever, to commemorate the **** battle of the Shield Maidens here.

   Their never-ending bellicose desire has been satisfied a little in the battle against the swarm last night, they fell in love with this desolate desert, and they left a part of their life here forever.

   This is the best memorial to the warriors.

   "The Holy Light protects the souls of the brave, we cannot forget the war last night, it was a dispute between darkness and light, we guarded our souls and this world.

  Thanks for the guidance of the Holy Light, let us cross the quagmire of darkness. "

  In front of the burning flames, the old man Fao, leaning on a thornwood staff, whispered Mass. He watched the bodies of the dead in front of him being engulfed by the flames and kept chanting scriptures in a low voice.

   These dead were not followers of the Light.

   But Fao believes that the Holy Light will still protect these heroic souls.

   Beside him, the young priest Lady Parrice was also praying. The long-legged priest seemed to have matured a lot overnight. She faced the most terrifying darkness in the name of faith, and she was not knocked down.

   She saved more than a dozen people's lives with her holy light last night. She participated in the process of Ms. Natalie's casting of the holy relic of light and shadow, and she witnessed a legend.

   This is enough to make her understand the will of the Holy Light more deeply.

   Farther away, the great knights are carrying their "trophies".

   A huge, surprisingly large scarlet greatsword.

  The weapon from the Qiraji sword king Veknilas, the dark blade made for giants.

  It was forged with peculiar crystals and insect carapaces, and it looked full of barbaric temperament, but this thing was very precious. The heroic spirits who fought together last night did not take it away, but deliberately left it to these brave mortals.

   It will be cut and sent back to Cenarion Hold.

   was re-forged there by the blacksmiths of the Kaldorei, forging armour and weapons for the great knights to commemorate the night of war.

  The Beetle Wall still stands, it may take more than ten years before it finally collapses, but there is no dark threat behind this wall.

   This angry desert can finally be quiet.

  The ruins will continue to be the domain of the swarm, and without the qiraji's dark masters, the silithids can finally enjoy the simple life they deserve.

  The Cenarion Order will deploy a magical natural magic here, so that the tamed swarm lords can continue to live here.

  When war requires them to appear, they can bring their own swarms under the command of their respective hunters to fight for the world and nature.

   Of course, not all hunters are willing to leave their pets in the desert.

   For example, the silent Rexxar took his new pet, a crimson scorpion lord, away from the ruins.

   Considering that he may soon have to go back to Draenor to find his own clan and fight demons, such a ferocious legendary bug can bring him more security.

   With just a few days of spawning and hatching, Rexxar can have a swarm that overwhelms enemies.

   The most terrifying thing is that if the orc lets go of the swarm, he can also create an army of qiraji swarms in the world of Draenor in a short period of time.

   This is a restricted power and cannot be used casually. But do you still need to talk about the rules of the rivers and lakes when dealing with demons?

   If you really encounter a demon, you will be done.

   "Why don't you see Black?"

   After the memorial ceremony, Nathanos, carrying a war bow, came to Fenna and asked with a little smugness:

   "Where did he go? I want to show him my new pet."

   "It's so ugly!"

  Fina rubbed her eyes and looked at the huge purple armored bug in the desert not far away.

   He is more than five meters tall and moves earth-shatteringly. That is Nathanos' new pet "Swallower" Blue. He is also a very powerful swarm lord, but he just feels that his IQ is insufficient and he looks very stupid.

  Look, Nathanos' fox electric claws and the champion dog Desolation are still on its head, and under the guidance of the cunning fox and the bark of barren excitement, it is digging the sand with the terrifying scythe worm limbs.

   The dust was flying like a runaway forklift.

  It is said that with the help of several druids last night, Nathanos lured it to slam it into a stone and knocked him unconscious, which was then successfully tamed by Nathanos.

  The heavy and ferocious armor bug and Rexxar's ferocious flying bug are completely two extremes.

  The stupid warrior said disdainfully:

   "Are you going out to fight with this thing to make the enemy laugh to death? I heard that you are after Ms. Sylvanas. Do you really think that having such a stupid pet will increase your masculinity?"

   "You just don't know how to appreciate the beauty of strength, my poor Fenna, you have muscles in your brain, and that's not okay."

   Nathanos snorted, admiring his stupid pet.

   He rubbed his chin and said:

   "Bru is a strategic weapon in the human kingdom. With it, I can win a war by myself. However, Ms. Windrunner said to set a hunter's code of secret passage.

   The silithid lord cannot be thrown into war on the mortal world, we swarm hunters must abide by neutrality.

   Forget it, let’s not talk about that. "

  Maris brushed his hair and said to Fenna:

   "I'm going back to Northrend to continue my mission, please tell Black for me that I will try my best to persuade Sylvanas to remain neutral in the chaos of the North Sea.

I was serious. "

"just you?"

  Fina looked at Nathanos disdainfully, and said:

   "Sylvanas can eat you like a sandwich for breakfast! I think you should prepare for the worst, I mean, you should go and buy a bottle of 'love potion' from stinky brother.

Believe me.

   You'll need it when a weak man like you is forced to stop her by doing bad things to Sylvanas. "

   "Wow, I find your words are getting more and more poisonous."

   Nathanos squinted his eyes and said:

   "You're being influenced by Black, and that's not good. What the **** is he doing now?"

"do not ask me."

   Fina rolled her eyes and said in a strange tone:

   "Maybe he's 'taming' his 'pet' too."

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   Stupid Fina's words aren't quite right.

  Black isn't taming pets, he's just doing what he's determined to do.

   The dark bilge of the Nagfar will have been blocked, and Black in the dark is standing in front of a tool table, with the humming Blade of the Dark Empire in front of him.

  Sefir stood beside him, Cho'gall's Twilight Hammer in his hand.

   Chief Mate Long's expression was a little serious. She looked at Blake, who was moving her fingers, and whispered:

   "I didn't make this suggestion because of jealousy or any other reason, but I really think you should think about it again. It's not the first time Xal'atas has been rebellious and sneaky.

   She tried to infect you with her Void powers at Eagle Claw Peak when you were promoted to Legendary.

  In Onyxia's dragon's lair, with his own guidance and arrangements, he almost made a mess of your brain.

  I believe that this evil Void Essence does have some distorted feelings for you, but her existence is obviously a greater threat to you than the benefits she brings to you. "

  Sefir looked at the Twilight Hammer in her hand, she said to the silent Black:

   "You can't trust her promise. For a void creature, a contract is just a piece of paper that can be torn at any time. She represents dangerous uncertainty. I doubt that even if she is rescued by you, she will be born in a solid state in the future.

  I am even more afraid that her next random act will ruin your future.

   You must seriously consider this decision.

   She has been entangled with you for too long, and you have tried your best to get rid of her. Now is an opportunity. Perhaps, sending Xal'atas back to the void is the right decision.

   You may be sad for a few days, but”

   "You are suggesting that I kill her with my own hands."

  The smelly pirate sighed and said:

   "In her current state, returning to the void has only the only outcome of being assimilated by the will of the void, which is a more tragic fate than the death of eternal silence.

   Indeed, what you said makes sense.

  My reason is also telling me that saving her was not the right decision.

   She will only cause me trouble, and I have fulfilled her desires, I owe her nothing.

   is the truth, and there is no problem with logic. I think I can easily persuade myself to give up her, but it turns out that I can't. "

  Black turned his head to look at Sefir, he pointed to his forehead, and said:

   "Without the interference of Xal'atas, I have rarely regained my peace during this time, and I almost forgot that feeling. No one speaks to you in your head, no one infuses the voice of darkness.

  No one keeps teasing you when you do things, no one always feeds you evil and dark depraved thoughts.

   I can make full use of my intelligence to make one decision after another, I enjoy the feeling of mastering my brain, but... I just don't get used to it.

  My wisdom is still sharp, but I always feel that there is a dark flavor missing. Such thoughts may be called 'the wisdom of the pirates' or the 'wisdom of the prophets'.

   But it wasn't the kind of dark wisdom I was familiar with and wanted. "

  The pirate shrugged, opened the jug and poured a sip of wine into his mouth.

   said to Sefir:

   "I may be insane, but I'm not complete without her. Just like I wouldn't call this ship 'home' without you."

   "Then you are really crazy."

   Sefir rolled his eyes at the smelly pirate.

   She stretched out her hand and placed the Twilight Hammer next to the Blade of Dark Empire in front of Blake, then bent down and made a "please" gesture, saying:

   "Come on then, do what you have to do, and bring back that little **** of the void. But say it in advance, don't expect me to give her this body back!

   I love this dress.

   I declare that it is mine. "

   (end of this chapter)