Azeroth Shadow Trail

   Chapter 1305 55. Today's prophecy exudes the fragrance of money

  Black would love to take a break for himself. Although he is nominally resting now, Delano is going through a very special period, and there are so many headaches every day.

  No, just after discussing with Sera Moonguard about this subtle fraud by the black knights, the one-eyed orc pirate who was in charge of reporting the news the other day limped over again.

   "Captain, another guest has come to see you."

   the old orc shouted:

   "This group of ugly broken ones who claim to be your old friends."

   "Where do I get so many old friends in this world?"

  Black said impatiently:

   "Why did the Broken come to see me? I have nothing to do with them. Uh, no, I fought side by side with Lord Akama, so is it the Ashtongue Deathsworn from Shadowmoon Valley?

   They brought news of Akama? "

   "Akama? Who is it?"

  The pirate's question was directly dealt with by the "reporting pirates" under his command. The guy with the mechanical dwarf prosthetic eyes and prosthetic limbs scratched his head and said in a naive tone:

   "The Broken didn't say that name, they said they came to see the Pirate Prophet under the orders of a guy named 'Nupton'.

   said that he wanted to ask you to divination the future of the Broken Clan for them. "

   "Send away, send away!"

  Blake had a headache when he heard this, and he reprimanded:

   "Who came to me for divination? Am I such a casual person? If everyone heard my name and asked me to predict the future, wouldn't I be exhausted?

Are    pirate prophets the ones they want to see? Take me here for what? Is there a public toilet? Come when you want, go when you want?

   I'm too busy thinking about life and I don't have time to pay attention to them. "

   "Ow."

  The one-eyed dragon pirate responded, turned around and walked out the door with a lame leg, whispering regretfully as he walked:

   "What a pity, they brought so many treasures as divination commissions."

"and many more!"

   The word "baby" hit a certain point in Blake's heart at once, as if a strange switch had been turned on, and the stinky pirate who was still lazy just now suddenly came to his senses.

   He sat on the chair, looked at the one-eyed dragon orc in front of him, and said solemnly:

   "Although I'm tired and don't want to look at fate, people come here with kindness after all, and it's not good for our reputation to drive them away like this.

  I don’t care about personal honor or shame, but undead pirates still have a face after all, please invite them over, I will see the situation and make a divination for them.

   Also, are there really a lot of babies they brought? "

"many!"

   One-eyed dragon orc immediately described in an exaggerated tone:

   "Three boxes full of gems in the big box! The quality is so good that I have rarely seen you in Azeroth with you, Captain, for several years."

When    said this, the big ruby ​​​​on the finger of the **** orc shone almost to Blake's eyes, which made the pirate very satisfied.

   He rubbed his chin and said:

   "The draenei's gem-grinding and crafting skills are well-known throughout the stars, and gems that pass through their hands are said to be transformed into magic.

  What are you doing, you idiot?

   Hurry up and invite the distinguished guests in! "

   "Ow, I'll go right now."

   once again saw the captain's face-changing skills, and the orc pirate had to accept it. He rushed out the door and asked the pirates around him to help move things.

   And Black, who was sitting on the chair in the room, laughed like the fox who stole the chicken.

   "You indulge your greed so much, won't it have any effect on your life?"

   Maiev's faint voice came from behind the pirates, and the warden lady, who had changed into a long dress, said in a disgusting tone:

   "You were not like this back then. You were disdainful of the secret treasures in Azshara's court. I thought you were a selfless and otherworldly person."

   "At that time, it was probably because I knew that I couldn't bring things back, so I behaved generously. I guess I was bleeding from my heart as I traveled through the Queen's Palace but could only return empty-handed."

  The pirate snorted and said:

   "But now is the real me, Miss Maiev, you should accept the real me."

   "I'm trying to accept."

   Maiev said softly:

   "But it's kind of hard, like"

   "It's like a man who is crazy about the perfect goddess and suddenly finds out that his goddess also burps and farts. I know the feeling, it really sucks.

   After all, I've just been through this, and I find it heartbreaking to be pulled crotch by my adored Lord Sargeras' understanding of the Way of the Shadows.

   This seriously damaged the image of Qi Wei of the Dark Titan in my heart. "

  The pirate stretched his voice and said:

   "But then I've said it again, is it possible to think about the mysteries of the shadows with the mind of a warrior, can such a bad behavior mean that the Dark Titan is a weakling?

Obviously not.

  You have witnessed that my greed can't change that I captured your heart 10,000 years ago, my dear Maiev, I advise you to accept the reality, after all, the mentality of men and women during the period of love and after marriage is always different. "

   "What are you implying? You nasty bastard."

   Ms. Warden said very dissatisfiedly:

   "I didn't think about developing further with you. I'm very satisfied with the relationship we have now. It's fine to stop here. There's no need to think about it too much."

   "My God."

  Black pretended to cover his forehead in despair, and said in pain:

   "I am such a mighty and handsome pirate to be treated as a 'dried banana' by a 10,000-year-old woman. What you said makes me feel like a top duck, which is really frustrating.

   However, I can always find the good side in the bad things.

   For example, can you say that you are very satisfied with our current relationship, can it be understood that you are very satisfied with my 'service' for you these days? "

"To shut up!"

   Maiev, who was molested, was a little embarrassed.

   But she also realized one thing, she would never be able to defeat this stinky pirate with at least three tongues in the battle of tongues.

   She didn't want to humiliate herself, so she snorted and walked out of the room with the "bodyguards" who were hiding beside her to relax on the island.

  The female licking dog, Sera Yuewei, also took the initiative to put up a parasol for Ms. Maiev, and the pirate gritted his teeth for a while. This guy had never been so attentive when he was by his side.

   But when you are angry, you are angry, and you still have to do business.

   Soon, a group of broken people wearing priest robes were brought to Blake by the pirates. The room chosen by the stinky pirates was very strange. There was a staircase inside it, which divided the ground and the stairs into heights.

   And the pirate's chair is just above the steps, allowing him to look down at the guests effortlessly.

   The broken ones in front of them are as wretched and twisted as the gray deathsworn ones in appearance and appearance, but their mental state is much better than the group of exiles in Shadowmoon Valley.

   Although these broken ones are hunched and ugly, they walk with their heads held high, revealing an air of self-confidence and self-esteem.

  Despite being tortured by the strange plague to the point that he has lost the noble appearance of the Draenei, but Black did feel a very positive force from these Elemental Breakers.

   Their appearance is distorted, but their soul is as noble and pure as ever.

   "Salute to you, Lord Black."

  , a Shaman of the Shatterer headed by him respectfully leaned over to the pirate in front of him, and he was surrounded by "small balls" made of lightning elements.

   This is the shaman's signature magic "Lightning Shield", a manifestation of the elements favoring them.

   "I am the messenger of His Excellency Nobleton, the Great Shaman of the Broken, and I come to express it to you."

  The Shaman the Shaman spoke in draenei with a round accent, but he was interrupted by Black reaching out halfway through his speech. The pirate took off his pipe in annoyance and said coldly:

   "Do you still need to hide your identity in front of a prophet? Lord Nuboton, I began to think that you are not here to seek the guidance of fate, but a counterfeiter who is specifically trying to expose me as a 'fake prophet'.

   I'll be honest, I feel offended!

  I refuse to foretell the future for you without spiritual compensation. "

   This was a straightforward dismantling, which made the great shaman Nubotun, who was disguised as an ordinary Broken, a little embarrassed.

   However, as an older generation of draenei who escaped from Argus with Velen back then, Nobleton had seen countless winds and waves, which made him calm down in an instant.

   Thinking of the "information" he got from Archmage Khadgar before he set off, the Shaman of the Broken smiled, took out a small delicate box from his arms, and opened it to Black.

A beautiful and thrilling sapphire ring placed inside    instantly calmed all the dissatisfaction in Blake's heart.

   Let his "offended" heart feel the sincerity and kindness of the guests, and let his spirit get precious comfort.

  Blake, who had a cold face just now, turned into a grin by the way. He stepped down from his chair and stairs, took the "apology" from the Broken, and looked at it carefully in his hand.

   After a few seconds, the pirate nodded with satisfaction, and said to the big shaman in front of him in a gentle manner:

   "So, let's start divination now?"

   "Well, we're not just here for divination."

  The powerful shaman Nobleton, surrounded by elemental power, whispered to Black:

   "Before I begin to pray to fate for an answer, I must complete the entrustment of my old friend, and Akama has entrusted me to convey to you the decision of him and all the Ashtongue Deathsworn.

   They have accepted your previous promise and are willing to send someone to join your faction. In addition, Akama very much hopes that you can take time to go to Shadowmoon Valley. He has something very important to discuss with you face to face. "

   "Ha, I knew that on the surface, you Broken Ones are on different sides, with serious conflicts between factions, but in fact they are all played for the draenei."

  Blake laughed, and he whispered to the leader of the Element Breaker faction in front of him:

   "It appears that past suffering has made the Broken aware of their situation.

  Although you were all draenei once, but after your body was severely alienated, and this alienation has been engraved into life, so that future generations cannot get rid of the distorted posture, you and the draenei gradually drifted away.

  You are an independent civilization and do not want to be completely dependent on weak draenei.

  Tell me the truth, great shaman, are you and Akama playing a double reed?

  You are a dove, and Akama is a hawk. Once the draenei's attitude towards you changes, will you bring the Broken to Akama? "

   "Your Excellency the Prophet! Your words also offend me!"

  The great shaman Nubotun was a little angry, and he said in a deep voice:

   "Please don't use such a dark mind to speculate about our relationship with the draenei, we are a civilization and have never planned to divide each other.

   Akama agrees with this. "

   "Ah, yes yes yes, of course you can tell yourself that, but the truth is that everyone knows very well. You have been changed, and your past determines that your future must be independent.

   It doesn't matter whether the draenei treat you kindly or not. "

  The pirate blinked and said to Nobleton:

   "This is my prediction for the future of the Broken Ones, you will prosper, your number will even exceed the main body of the draenei, and in the end, you will be active on the stage of three worlds as an independent civilization.

Oh, right.

  I am going to correct a fact that has been misunderstood by you for a long time. "

  Black reached out and tapped Lord Nobleton's chest, he said softly:

   "You always thought that the draenei were twisted into the Broken, because of the 'Red Mist Plague' tainted in the Orc War. You thought it was the plague that made you what you are now.

   But no!

The    Plague is only a catalyst, it represents the extreme embodiment of the strange life energy of Draenor, but it does not have the power to completely change the life form.

  The Ogre Empire has been fighting against the natural servants who spread the red mist plague for a long time, and they have not seen them twisted into you.

  The reason why the Broken became the Broken is because the draenei's overly powerful spiritual power has affected the material plane. To be more precise, you have broken your will for various reasons and lost your ideals and spiritual persistence.

The breakdown of    will change your form.

  You draenei, like the elves in our world, belong to a peculiar race that is very sensitive to external energy. There are at least seven or eight branches under the elves, and you draenei are no less so.

   Eredar, Draenei, Lightforged Draenei, Demon Draenei, The Broken. Trust me, this is just the beginning, you will have many more 'brothers' in the future. "

   "This interpretation."

   Nuboton did not refute this point. There are also different opinions about the cause of the Broken Ones in their group. Black’s explanation has some truth.

   "Do you think I can't come up with an example?"

  The pirate smiled implicitly, pointed to the sky, and said:

"But I have examples to support my statement. On your home planet, in the world of Argus, which has been away for 25,000 years, those eredars who remained there did not experience the red fog plague. down, and transformed into a broken person like you.

   This is the mark that the years of suffering have left on you.

   Sooner or later you will meet your compatriots far away from home, and then you will know what my prophecy stands for. The home of the Broken civilization is not in Draenor, nor in Azeroth.

  The draenei may have been unable to adapt to the poor conditions of Argus.

   But you can! "

  Blake patted the round-eyed Nuboton on the shoulder, and he whispered in a godly tone:

   "Argus no longer belongs to the draenei led by Velen, they will find a new home in Azeroth, but the homeland is calling the Broken.

   In a future where the demonic catastrophe has vanished, that world will embrace you with open arms again.

  So, my dear leader of the Broken, are you ready to return to your hometown and get your inheritance back? Are you ready to become the king of Argus in your hometown? "

   This very exciting and exciting prophecy made the big shaman speechless for a while, but it made the Shamans of the Shamans beside Nuboton excited one by one.

  Whether Black's prophecy is true or not, the grand blueprint he describes alone is enough to make every brokenhearted person feel that the future is full of hope.

   is worthy of being a pirate prophet who is famous in another world!

   This eloquence alone made him qualified to be comparable to Velen.

   "Of course, the realization of a bright future depends on whether you work hard now. There is no such thing as a pie in the world."

  The pirate snorted, played with the big gem in his hand, and said to the broken ones in front of him:

   "So, work hard, everyone."

   "The money you pay can only buy such a prophecy. If you want to know how to realize this prophecy, you need to show a little more sincerity."

  Blake waved his hand humbly and said:

   "Everyone in my hometown knows that I am innocent in doing business, so if you encounter trouble in the future, you are welcome to come to divination.

   Of course, a friendly reminder, with full remuneration. "

   (end of this chapter)