Azeroth Shadow Trail

   Chapter 1074 170. A Night Around the Fireplace · The Adventure Story of Old Fording (Part 2)

   "There is nothing to say about our experience through the Dark Portal. Basically, according to the information you gave, with the help of the rift opened by the mages of the Quel'Thalas Sacred Relic Society, we went to that bad world.

  Before I saw Draenor with my own eyes, I was filled with disgust and hatred for orcs.

   But to be honest, after seeing their world, I actually began to understand the wars the orcs waged on their own accord. "

At a sentry on the edge of Cenarion Fortress, the great knight Tirion Fordring sat on a stone with a glass of fruit wine in his hand. He looked out at the quiet desert at dusk and recalled his journey in the world of Draenor. , said to Blake beside him:

   "I never thought that a whole world could be destroyed to such a degree of fragmentation. I was even praying for the suffering of the orcs when I saw a scorched Hellfire Peninsula.

   Although I know, they destroyed their world with their own hands. "

  The Great Knight shook his head, took a sip of fruit wine, and said:

  "Although it is not worthy of sympathy, if the orcs had explained to us such a tragedy when they entered Azeroth, perhaps the war would not have happened.

  The land is dead.

  I'm not a shaman, but when I set foot on the parched earth, I could clearly hear the despairing groans of the ground beneath my feet.

  It was a suffocating world of death.

   The stars I saw there were all gleaming with despair, and the great desert of Silithus in front of me looked rich in contrast to that, and the pathetic fel orcs.

   Compared with them, the hideous green skins are so cute. "

   "Evil Orcs? What's that?"

   Little Xingxing, who came to listen to the story, held a pen and paper and asked curiously.

  Fording took out a stack of photo-bound journals from his suitcase, handed it to Little Xingxing, and said:

   "These are some observations recorded by the Quel'dorei elves with gnome cameras. I don't want to describe that kind of fallen creature to you, Miss Blue Dragon, and it's hard for me to describe the current state of Draenor in words.

   You can see for yourself. "

"Great."

  Little Xingxing cheered with joy, took the log handed by Fording, and ran to the side to share good things with stupid Fina and Sianne.

  Blake didn't ask any further questions.

   He obviously knows what the fel orcs are, and he also knows the status quo of Hellfire Peninsula.

   It's not a good place to hear the name.

   "Tell me about your experiences, the misery of the world of Draenor needs no further description."

  The pirate sat on the stone with his legs crossed, poured a mouthful of rum, wiped his mouth and said:

"I am a prophet, I can see that world in my dreams, but I care more about your communication with the draenei. I heard that when you crossed the Hellfire Peninsula, you met the draenei waiting there. people?"

   "Yes, we met them."

   When talking about this matter, Old Fordring's tone was still surprised, he glanced at Blake and said:

   "Perhaps it was a tacit understanding between prophets.

   When we were attacked by a group of Hellboars in the evening as we crossed the crater in Hellfire Peninsula, a group of draenei rangers appeared just in time to help us disperse the terrifying beasts.

   They were headed by an archbishop named Neri.

   She claims to have been ordered by the Prophet Velen to greet us to a place called Shattrath, and that the Prophet has everything we need ready.

  Because of your reminder, I accepted the guidance of those draenei.

   was also there, and we were separated from the explorers of Quel'Thalas, who said they were going to a place called the Nagrand Steppe to hunt for treasure.

  The draenei also specially sent people to lead them through a place called Zangarhai, and heard that there are fallen creatures there. "

   "You can believe this kind of rhetoric, as expected of an honest Paladin."

  Black shook his head and explained to Old Fordring:

   "The draenei are not well-intentioned, but their hidden city Teredor is near Talador and Zangarhai. They don't want curious elves to find it, so they gave them a guide.

  The suffering of the draenei on Draenor is beyond your imagination, great knights, they have long learned to be cunning, and they are more shrewd than you can imagine.

   As for Nagrand, there are also draenei forces there.

  After the orcs abandoned their world, the draenei have made a comeback, and this time, they have learned to play to their advantage.

   Did your trip to Shattrath City go well? I heard there are demons there? "

   "The devil has not invaded the interior."

   Old Fordring said:

   "At least when I left Draenor, they were still concentrating on attacking a place called Farren, which is said to be a mysterious island on the mainland of Draenor.

The    demons seem to want to use it as a base for their invasion.

   As for Shattrath City, it's safe there, and if it wasn't for the fact that it's in a dead world, I'd even think it's the City of Light. There I saw the ultimate creation of the Light.

  Those naaru who are wise and gentle, powerful and compassionate.

   They have generously shared the wisdom of the Light with us, all I can say is, I thank you for the offer, Blake, without this trip, it would have been very difficult for me to realize the higher level of knowledge of the Light. "

  The great knight said in an emotional tone:

"Except for the Prophet Velen, the interview with the naaru is definitely the most commendable thing in this trip. Many of my subordinates are still staying in Shattrath, helping the draenei to resist the demons while also learning from the naaru. .

   As for Lord Velen, all I can say is that he is more of a prophet than you are.

   This is not to demean you.

only"

   "I understand, no need to explain."

  Black waved his hand and said:

   "In the profession of prophets, Velen is an absolute leader.

   He is the most powerful and best of us, and of all the self-proclaimed prophets of the stars, you won't find a more competent magician.

  Compared to him, I am an ignorant scumbag.

   But I'm more curious, what did Velen say about me? You should tell him everything about me, right? "

   "Said, said a lot."

   Fording drank the fruit wine in his hand. Facing the cool wind blowing in the desert night, he groaned comfortably, stroked his beard again, and said:

   "Lord Velen is very interested in you, and he took the trouble to ask me all the details about your story, especially about the means and causes and consequences of your intervention in those things.

   He said a lot of things I couldn't understand.

   Probably because I am not a prophet and cannot understand your thinking.

But he made it clear to me that you are a very good prophet, that you use the power of fate, not to change recklessly but to guide, he said, if he had half your wisdom, the draenei would not down to this point.

   He said that as a prophet, you are more qualified than him. "

   "Wow, as expected of Velen, it's nice to speak."

  The pirate looked smug and said:

   "But I'm a little embarrassed to be so praised by Velen. I'm different from him, he's a real technical streamer, and I may be more of a talent.

  I also know that the Church of the Holy Light is actively establishing contact with the Draenei. This is what Lord Fao told me personally, so I am curious, what is Velen's attitude towards Azeroth?

   Did he say he was coming to this world? "

   Facing Black's inquiry, Old Fordring shook his head and said:

   "I also asked the Prophet this question, and he was a faithful believer in the Holy Light, and I invited him to our world, perhaps united against the devil.

   But Velen refused.

   He said he was the source of disaster.

   He has already killed Draenor and the orcs, and he is unwilling to bring his own calamity into our world.

   Although His Excellency the Prophet did not say so, I doubt that he may have made up his mind.

   He said that he chose to escape when the world needed him the most, so he probably made up his mind to live and die with Draenor this time. "

   "Tsk tsk, I'm afraid of this."

  The pirate said a word without end, causing Fording to frown.

   But before the great knight asked, Blake took the initiative to change the subject, he said:

   "The little prince of Arthas doesn't seem to come back with you? Did he have a good time in Draenor? Or did he stay in Shattrath?"

"Uh"

  The question of the pirate made Fording show a very strange expression, and the great knight hesitated. After thinking for a few seconds, he looked left and right, and said in a low voice:

   "His Royal Highness Arthas decided to travel to that world, he took his two loyal captains of the guard, and in addition, he found new friends there.

   An orc who travels around Draenor like him.

   A young orc named 'Thrall'. "

  “!?”

  Rao is that Blake is ready, but when he hears this outrageous news, his eyes are still widened.

   The smelly pirate said in a strange tone:

   "Why didn't you draw your sword and cut it at the first meeting? When did Arthas's temper get so good?"

   "He chopped."

  Old Fording said embarrassedly:

   "In the slums of Shattrath City, Arthas was defrauded of money by the cunning fallen arakkoa, and when he ran to the theory, he happened to meet Thrall who was also deceived by the arakkoa.

   The two of them fought on the spot in the arakkoa gang's territory.

   That orc was very powerful, Arthas failed to kill him, but the two angered the arakkoa gang, and they were chased by a group of arakkoa and had to join forces to escape.

   They went to Tianya Tavern again to duel.

   But by the time we found Arthas, he was already drunk and had a fight with the orc in the tavern, and was thrown into the prison by the city guards of Shattrath City.

   Alas, what a quirky story.

   But that orc Thrall is different from other orcs.

   I don't know how to describe it. Although he has the appearance of an orc, he speaks like a little human nobleman who can't be more orthodox.

  I think this is probably why Arthas can tolerate him.

   Anyway, Arthas and Thrall had gone to the Nagrand Steppes when I returned to Azeroth with the lightforged knowledge bestowed by the Prophet.

  Thrall went to meet an old orc grandmother who was said to be highly respected in the local area, and Arthas went to find the holy place of the Burning Blade clan, a place called Havalor.

   He didn't know which **** **** was bewitched by him, and he wanted to learn the way of the sword saint of the orcs.

Oh, right. "

  Old Fording seemed to remember something, he patted his forehead and said:

   "The Prophet Velen also made a prophecy for Arthas and Thrall, but the result of the prophecy was very strange.

   Velen told me that the fortunes of both children had been reversed, and he said it was very clever.

   He said that one of the two children was pulled back from the tragic desolation to the bright world, while the other was pushed back from the great lonely sacrifice to the warm world of mortals.

   He guessed that you did it. "

  The great knight stared at Black, and he said:

   "Thrall I don't know, but you must have predicted the fate of Arthas and changed it, right at the time of the Battle of Dalaran, right?"

   "I didn't just change him."

  Black shrugged, reached out and drew a circle around the Cenarion Fortress behind him, saying:

   "Everyone who came here has been changed by me, including you, Lord Fordring. You all owe me a favor, but I will not ask you to repay it.

   At least not now.

  Oh, this stinky Velen is really talkative and hates it very much. How could he just tell other people about this kind of communication between prophets? Didn't he find out

   Am I also trying to change his fate?

   is so annoying. "

  Black seemed to have lost interest in talking.

   He stood up and asked Old Fordring one last question.

   "What happened to the alliance between the draenei and the orcs? Was it Velen or Ner'zhul?"

   "Ner'zhul proposed."

   Fording replied:

   "I just happened to witness that event. In Shattrath City, the Shadowmoon orcs sent messengers to meet Velen, and Ner'zhul confessed the terrible sins the orcs had committed against the draenei.

   He said he would make amends for the draenei if they survived the demonic attack.

The followers of    Velen were angry.

   But the Prophet himself accepted Ner'zhul's request for an alliance, and the naaru expressed their support. It is likely that the prophet saw a dire future from the prophecy.

   Anyway, that's a very important thing.

   But from my years of experience, the alliance between the two of them is still only at the verbal level, and the hatred between the orcs and the draenei is terrible.

   Both the greenskins and the humans are immortal, and there is an eternal feud between them and the draenei.

  It is not so easy to really unite against the enemy.

   However, the arrival of the demons is a good opportunity. According to the speed of the demons in the world of Draenor, it is impossible for both sides to join forces.

   Besides, I also saw the black dragon in Shattrath City! "

  The Great Knight said in a puzzled tone:

   "I have absolutely no idea when those black dragons crossed the Dark Portal, but they also seem to be trying to form some kind of alliance with the forces of Shattrath City.

  It is said that they were also attacked by demons in Gorgrond, and even the most savage ogres had to join forces with the black dragon.

  The messengers of the black dragons also said that vile demons killed their princesses.

   But I clearly saw it last night"

   "Shhh!"

  Black raised his finger, put it to his mouth, made a silent motion, and said:

   "You didn't see anything last night, Your Excellency the Great Knight. Well, I know everything I should know, it's time for your prayers, go and pray to the Holy Light.

   I hope the great Holy Light can stop the demons from burning, killing and looting in our world. It can be delayed for at least a few days. Our preparations are far from enough. "

   After finishing speaking, the pirate waved goodbye to Fording in a friendly manner, and turned around to the fool Fina.

  Old Fording looked at Black's figure, he felt that the stinky pirate must have a lot of things to hide in his heart, but Velen seems to be the same.

   Prophets are really a bunch of guys who like to keep silent on important matters.

  The Great Knight shook his head, turned and walked towards the fortress.

   It was getting dark, and he really wanted to start praying.

   But ten minutes later, the serious-looking great knight came out again. He came to Black, who was discussing the various legends of Draenor with Little Star, and whispered to him:

   "Your Majesty calls you over, Blake."

   "I'm busy."

  The smelly pirate said without looking back:

   "This idiot little star doesn't believe that there are monsters in the world that can strangle a black dragon with bare hands. I must correct her stupid idea."

   "You must go over immediately!"

   Fording put his hand on Blake's shoulder, and he said with emphasis:

   "That weird elf named Illidan, there is news sent, and I want to tell you the name."

   (end of this chapter)