Azeroth Shadow Trail

  Chapter 1321 71. Nasrezim, you guys are too good, right?

   "Everyone, what are you talking about, so serious?"

   As Prophet Velen and several members of the Council of Bishops were discussing the war that had begun, a discordant voice sounded behind them.

   Several archbishops turned their heads and saw that the stinky pirates were walking with arrogant steps that they did not recognize, and several of them frowned at the same time.

   This subtle change in expression did not hide Blake, who had been secretly observing them, and when he saw several people frowning at the same time, the pirate instantly exclaimed in his heart.

   Good guy!

   All Dreadlords!

   It seems that apart from Archbishop Neri, who has been busy outside, the draenei bishops' council has completely fallen.

   These dreadlords can do things efficiently.

   They actually infiltrated to such an extent that the draenei government could continue to function in this time of crisis. But the high-level has been infiltrated like this, and I can't imagine how many Legion spies are hiding among the draenei who came to support this time.

  The battle has not yet started, and all the members of the team are inside the ghost. How can we win?

  Fortunately, the dreadlords are not completely loyal to the Burning Legion. They also have their own purposes. Otherwise, after seeing this scene, Black would have thought of running away with the Draenor pirate fleet overnight.

   But Black did not debunk the horrific truth.

On the contrary, he pretended to walk up to the Prophet Velen with a simple face, sat on the supply box next to him, didn't speak, just sat there carelessly, with a "I watch you perform" gesture. Picked up the pipe.

   This made a group of dreadlords who were ready to tempt the prophet's mind very uncomfortable.

   Fraudulent performances are their specialty, but with such a guy who is afraid that the world will not be chaotic, it is inevitable that even professional actors will feel a little nervous.

   These high-level Naruzim who could deceive the naaru's perception under disguise exchanged glances, and they finally decided to ignore Black and continue their work.

   Anyway, the stinky pirate is also on his side. You can see from the bright "Seal of the King of Pain" on his finger. It is the favorite thing of Emperor Denasius.

   Being able to be given such a good thing by the Great fully proves that Blake Shaw has jumped into his camp, and Ms. Jin Taisha has emphasized before that in their last attempt, there is no need to worry about Blake getting in the way.

   "Keep talking, everyone."

  Blake exhaled a smoke ring and urged:

   "You don't need to care about me at all, I just find a place to take a break and watch the forging of the ring by the way. I only care about that thing on this ship. If anyone dares to reach out and get it, I will definitely be very unhappy.

   As for the rest, whatever. "

   "Who would take such an important thing casually?"

   An archbishop snorted and said:

   "The draenei's most powerful warriors are defending it, and no matter how powerful a thief is, it is impossible for a thief to sneak in and steal it. Lord Black, rest assured."

   "Ah, I'm relieved to hear you say that."

   The stinky pirate laughed, turned his head to look down at the battle line where everything was going well, turned his back to the people behind him, and seemed to really not care what they were talking about.

   This attitude caused the dreadlords to make eye contact with each other for a while, and then the topic just resumed.

   "Prophet, perhaps we should also look for individuals among our people who can become death knights."

   An archbishop suggested:

"Lord Ravencrest also requested that the warriors who died in this battle should join the death knight's warband. This is of course a difficult request to accept, but for the hope of the world of Draenor, Perhaps we should seize this opportunity.

   His Excellency Adal also persuaded us to be tolerant at this critical moment. "

   "I can understand your concerns, everyone."

   The silent prophet Velen sighed and said:

   "I'm not a fanatical believer, I can understand that there are other truths besides the Holy Light. This kind of blasphemy against the souls of the dead was unacceptable in the past, but now

   I can convince myself.

   If even Maraad acquiesced in this blasphemy for the future, then I can too. But regarding the active selection of death knights, let's take it a little bit slower. "

   The Prophet said softly:

   “We know what is favorable, but favorable does not mean right.

  We are also accountable to the people. Once they know that we have acquiesced in manipulating the dead, it will definitely cause an unnecessary uproar. Now is not the right time, everyone. "

   "Yes, the Prophet is right, folks, I can understand your expectations, but your advice is a little too hasty."

  Ishana, the high-ranking priestess who knew Velen well, shook her head and scolded:

   "In order to survive, we draenei have abandoned a lot of red tape, but there are some bottom lines that cannot be crossed. Only by respecting the dead can the living be appeased.

   If the warriors know that their remains will be manipulated after death, their courage will also be diminished.

   Such advice is not appropriate to say at this moment of life and death. "

   The priestess looked like a very distinguished person, and her reprimands made the other archbishops nod and agree, but then the priestess whispered to the prophet who was facing a little slower:

   "However, Velen, have you heard about that strange rumor? About that legendary magic sword?"

   "You mean, the secret weapon mentioned by the Nathrezim spy we caught?"

   Velen frowned again, and said:

   "According to it, the Legion has secretly transported that weapon to Draenor, and intends to use it as the last hope of sacking the world as a decisive weapon.

   That sword has a very evil name, Frostmourne. "

   "Yes, that's it."

  The high priest Ishana was also worried. She looked at the battlefield below and said to the prophet:

"I don't want to hide from you, Velen, a picture came to my mind when I prayed to the Light last night before my expedition. I'm not a prophet, but I think I should put what I saw in the Light's dream. The picture tells you."

   "No modesty required, Ishana."

   Velen chuckled and said:

   "Your mother was a well-known 'sorceress' in Argus. Although you have converted to the Holy Light, your natural prophetic blood is still there, and it doesn't surprise me that you can see the silhouette of the future.

  Tell me, what does the Holy Light foretell you? "

   Black, who was sitting on the box next to him, also pricked up his ears. He knew that what this so-called "High Priest Ishana" said next must be very important.

   "I saw you kneeling beside an evil eredar in a dream, you were crying, Velen, I don't know what happened, but you seemed to be in pain.

   I have never seen you in such pain. "

  Ishana described her dream in a low voice, saying:

   "The most bizarre thing is that in my dream, you held a terrifying cold sword in your hand, and it seemed that you were going to do something to the dead eredar with that sword.

   I'm sure you're trying to save him.

  Because I know you, old friend, you can't take a corpse as an act of blasphemy.

   And according to the intelligence of the Nathrezim spy we caught, that Soul Eater has the ability to revive the dead, you must be careful, Velen. "

  Ishana reached out and grabbed Velen's wrist, and she said in a very concerned tone:

   "Maraad's insistence is correct, and I have also seen the shadows shrouded in the draenei, those gathered malice is directed at you.

  Those malice have been brewing for more than 20,000 years, and they may be about to erupt on today's battlefield.

   I ask you! Velen, no matter what happens, you cannot leave this ship! Even if we all die, you must protect yourself, you can't do anything irrational.

  You are our last hope for the troubled draenei. Huh? What’s wrong with you? Velen, why are you showing this expression?

   Did I say something wrong? "

  Ishana looked at Velen, whose expression was indescribable. Under the questioning of the high priest, the Prophet said with a complicated expression:

"The prophecy you saw, Ishana, I saw it too. On the day we left Argus twenty-five thousand years ago, on the night we left home, I also prophesied that scene.

   I knelt in a devastated ruin, and I embraced a fel-contaminated eredar, his face covered with fel herpes and fissures, who cursed me before he died.

   I couldn't understand the meaning of that scene.

   But in the future I saw, there was no such magic sword. "

   "That's because fate has been messed up, Prophet."

  Black couldn't listen anymore.

  These Nasrezim are so clumsy in "weaving destiny", their rhetoric is so bad that Black, the master of conspiracy, is completely uncomfortable.

How could such a flawed statement affect Velen's mind? Have these guys never cheated on characters like the Prophet before?

   Is this the first time they have done this to a real prophet?

   No wonder they have been unable to grasp the real point that affects Velen's mind.

  The pirates decided to help.

   So under the almost murderous gazes of the other archbishops, the pirate breathed out a smoke ring and took the initiative to say:

   "You should have discovered it, right? When you approached me, the Soul Song crystal in your hand that could help you see the future failed.

   Not because this mysterious Atama crystal lost its power to spy on destiny, but because it was too close to me, the "singularity of destiny".

   But you and I are both in the line of prophets, and you should understand the uncertainty of the future.

Even the same future that you see many times will be reversed due to the participation of others or your own push. This may explain why the prophecy you see and the prophecy that High Priest Ishana sees. There are subtle differences.

   But that's a good thing, Prophet. "

   "Huh? Why do you think this is a good thing? Blake."

   The Prophet frowned and asked:

   "I don't think it would be a good thing for me to have the weapon the Legion uses to destroy us."

   "Well, you might be able to think the other way around."

   Black shrugged and said:

   "The sword is in your hands, not in the hands of someone trying to destroy the world, you should have some confidence in your charitable character?

   And rather than considering the changes and differences between the two prophecies, perhaps I think you should focus on the magic sword itself.

   That magical blade called Frostmourne, I saw it when I peeked into the future some nights in Azeroth.

   That's scary stuff.

   But also something that would solve the draenei's current plight. "

  The pirate looked at the old prophet, and he whispered:

   "Death and the Holy Light are not in conflict, and the six Forces have never been in conflict with each other. Balance! Balance is the law of the operation of all things. As you said, there are other truths besides the Holy Light.

   A life as good as you is loved by all truths, and they will give you everything you want as long as you are willing to listen.

Can the   draenei save the world?

sure!

It only takes a trivial sacrifice to make the currently weak draenei glow with endless hope, I mean, even those suffering souls who have stepped through the gates of death can be sent back to the material world. .

   That magic blade is a 'key', Prophet.

   In the prophecies I have seen, it is a magical power that can communicate life and death.

  The draenei have suffered heavily in the disaster era of the past ten years. You did not choose to fight when you could have fought. Your wrong strategy has caused serious damage to yourself.

  I believe that you, Prophet, are full of pain in your heart. You can't wait to find a time machine to travel back more than ten years ago, or even two hundred years ago, to slap yourself for making the wrong choice at that time.

   But everything deserves a second chance. That magic sword is the 'regret medicine' for you and the draenei.

  Let's listen.

  The tragic souls are longing to return to the world and regain the power they should have to fight for themselves, their clan, and the world. As a leader, you should satisfy their desires.

   instead of letting them down a second time. "

After   Black finished speaking, the entire observation platform fell silent.

   All the Nasrezim were stunned. They exchanged glances with each other, completely ignorant of what just happened?

  Why does the **** Black speak for them, does this notoriously chaotic guy really want the dreadlords' plot to succeed?

   Or did Ms. Kim Tessa pay a heavy price they didn't know, and finally persuaded Black to defect to help?

   Thinking about it carefully, it seems that in the vicious rumors about Blake, there are indeed rumors that the stinky pirates like some rumors such as "waitresses", and Ms. Jintaisha is also a famous "beauty" in Nasrezim.

  Is it

   hiss.

No way?

  The Prophet Velen was very silent. After nearly a minute of silence, he looked at Blake with exhaustion in his eyes. He asked:

   "So, my excellent colleague, is your advice to me, let me make a choice according to the development of my destiny?"

   "No, I didn't mean that."

  Black shook his head and said:

   "Look at you, Lord Velen, see what you've been tormented by your changing fate? I mean, just this time, give up making choices based on countless possibilities in the future.

  Just this one time, listen to your heart and go with how you feel.

  Things have already reached the worst level, how bad can it be? When fate tells you that the future is bleak, let fate go to hell!

  You should make your choice as a 'Velen', not a 'prophet' or a 'leader'.

   You can’t expect the things that make you sick to make you better.

   This is a suggestion from someone who has passed by. "

   "Boom"

   Just as Blake's voice fell, a loud noise exploded in the sky of Shadowmoon Valley, and the pirates and everyone looked up.

   The sky is cracked!

  The sky of the material world was torn apart by a terrifying "crack", reflecting the fel light from the twisted void.

   At least four Demon Battleships of the Burning Legion are bringing their terrifying figures from the Twisting Void into the material world little by little. The terrifying figures hang down and almost cover the entire Shadowmoon Valley.

   In the stunned exclamation of everyone, in the dead silence of the entire Shadowmoon Valley battlefield, only Blake pretended to take out his dwarf pocket watch from his arms and checked the time.

   He shrugged and said strangely:

   "Well, the legion is invading, the demons are at work, so on time."

   (end of this chapter)