Azeroth Shadow Trail

   Chapter 1344 94. Once you learn it! Blake teaches you how to weave destiny

   The orcs gathered to gather the remains of Brox and Ner'zhul.

Brocks is okay to say that at least there is a dark charred bone that can be missed, but Ner'zhul is much more miserable. After completing the ascension ceremony, he has no traces of flesh and blood, so everyone can only restrain the old orc's clothes. into an urn.

   Next, they will go to Nagrand and hold a grand condolence ceremony for the two orc heroes at Oshugu, the holy mountain of the orcs, and all the orc clans will send people to attend.

   However, this ceremony is only in the preparatory stage, and there is a conflict among the orcs because of the destination of the two old orcs.

   Ner'zhul's urn will be taken to the ancient sacred mountain of Oshu, and after a period of hiatus, it will be brought back to the necropolis in Shadowmoon Valley, which is the resting place of the previous Shadowmoon chieftains.

   No one has an opinion on this.

Only in the choice of Brox's burial place, the two factions had a fierce confrontation. The shamans of Drek'Tal believed that Brox had sacrificed for Draenor and should be buried in Nagrand. Beneath the Holy Mountain.

   But Warchief Reid and his scumbags clearly have a different opinion.

   The quarrel between the two sides has reached a fever pitch, and even some draenei who are enjoying the victory are lying on the side to watch the fun.

   Black was also attracted.

   He just finished drinking with a group of Maghar pirates, and he drank a group of chickens by himself, which made the pirates feel happy. It would be fun to see the greenskins arguing, but after a while, it would be boring.

  Because the quarrels of the orcs are too boring, the greenskin's swear words are so poor, and there is no wisdom to be learned from such quarrels, and there is no fun at all.

   "Brox Saurfang is actually dead, but no one dared to tell him the truth"

   The drunken stinky pirate suddenly said something, and then amused himself.

   With a weird smile, he walked to the other side, ready to go get some drinks with the vigilantes with cute little tails in the hall next to him.

   As soon as he left this lively hall, he saw the prophet Velen sitting in a quiet courtyard meditating in a high place.

  The Prophet was holding the purple crystal that he never left his hand, frowning as if trying to understand the future. He was so attentive that he didn't even notice the approach of the drunken Black.

   "It's very painful, isn't it? Prophet, I see that you are being disturbed by visions of the future. It seems that there is an important matter that you can't decide. Do you need to find a colleague to confide in your anguish?"

  The smelly pirate took off his pipe and suddenly asked a question, awakening Velen who was comprehending the future.

   The latter put down the sparkling crystal in his hand, and glanced at Blake, who smelled of alcohol, with complicated eyes. After a few seconds, he nodded.

Say:

   "I've never been able to find someone to tell me about this anguish before, but perhaps you can understand my burden, Lord Black, as such an extraordinary prophet, you have just demonstrated to me the miracle you have created with your own hands.

   I really want to ask you, how on earth do you put the changing future into your hands? "

  Vellen, who also suffered ups and downs today, looked very haggard. He stroked his beard and sighed, and asked in a sincere tone:

   "Seeing how skilled you are in fluctuating the line of destiny, making everything move forward along your plan really makes me very envious, and even gives me a new understanding of the profession of prophet.

  If I had one tenth of your ability, I might be able to avoid the disasters of the past ten years, and my people and I would not have to go through such rough pains.

   Maybe you can teach me?

   I heard that you have been working on Azeroth to spread your dark wisdom? Can you share some with me? "

   "Of course, I would love to share my experience with my wonderful peers."

  The pirate heard Velen blowing his rainbow farts, and suddenly a sense of pride rose in his heart. He grinned and pulled out the chair to sit in front of Velen.

   adjusted his expression and said seriously to Velen:

   "Describe your problem, Prophet, I need to know where are your concerns?

   Also, don't blame yourself for the draenei's disaster in Draenor.

  You lost the ability of prophecy when the draenei fell into this world, and it was not restored until a few years ago. You have been withholding this news for the sake of the peace of mind of the people.

   But that can't hide it from me.

  You didn't predict the massacre of the orcs at all, perhaps because the malicious Kil'jaeden did something in secret, in short, you can't blame it all on you. "

   Velen nodded.

   He didn't refute Blake's excuse, and he didn't seem to want to talk about it, so he adjusted his tone, raised the purple crystal in his hand, and said:

   "I have the ability to predict since I was a child, and after getting this 'Song of the Soul' crystal that can reveal the future, I have a more delicate control over the future.

  I can see many future directions in my dreams, but this makes me more and more at a loss.

   Because I know the future is uncertain, I cannot make a choice.

   For me, when I see the future not going the way I predicted, I always feel anxious, and that uncertainty keeps me going.

   Many times, that means the wrong start.

   And one mistake will be extended to many mistakes until things don't end. I've made this mistake more than once in past Star Exiles, even leading to the death of a noble naaru, for which I've been berating myself.

   Although they all said it was not my fault, as a prophet I failed to grasp the correct context, which in itself was an irrefutable fatal mistake. "

   Having said this, the old prophet sighed and said:

   "I even felt that knowing the future was not a blessing for me, but a terrible burden, and the more I knew, the more painful it was.

The more you understand   , the more you understand the weakness of human power in the face of fate.

   I want to change.

   But I am afraid of change.

   The shackles of fate surround me, and every thread of those shackles is as heavy as a mountain.

   I can only be like a mouse trying to understand everything but completely unable to understand the true meaning of fate, finding a breathing space for my people in the dark cracks. "

   "Yeah, I've been stuck with this kind of thinking for a while, but it's normal."

  Black immediately understood the prophet's distress.

   In the tone of someone who has come over, he hypocritically comforted:

   "When I first became a prophet, I was also hesitant and timid to change the future, because I was afraid that seeing the future I knew was messed up by my own hands would make me lose control of the future.

   This means that I will personally undo the greatest advantage for me.

   Changing fate is a dangerous thing for prophets, it means that we are actively giving up our advantages and being pushed to the bottom by chaotic fate.

   You must be in pain, right?

   Knowing what will happen in the future but unable to stop it, he can only watch the tragedy happen.

   You take one step forward and you will step into a trap, and one step backward will lead you to a dead end.

   can only choose to stop in place.

   So many futures, so many changes, you can see and hear, but you cannot catch the pulse of change.

  Choices are always difficult.

   More choices means more losses.

   What's more, you have the fate of a race on your shoulders. "

   "That's right! That's it!"

  Black's words brightened Velen's eyes, and the old prophet nodded and said:

   "That's what worries me the most.

I want to lead the tribe to move forward to avoid danger in advance, so I can't lose the foresight of the future, but if I do too much, once my fate is disrupted, I will become a real 'blind man', and I can no longer see those hidden 's crisis.

   is like a balance, and you must try to maintain the balance between the two ends, but this balance is really difficult to grasp.

   Your summary is really accurate.

   So how did you get over this vexing predicament? "

  The Prophet's reaction also made the pirate shrug his shoulders. He rubbed his chin and comforted:

   "Don't worry, we'll talk slowly.

   First of all, make sure that things have developed like this, which does not mean that you are not good enough, Your Excellency.

   Actually, you are too good to have so much pain, but in my opinion, Lord Velen is a good prophet but not a good 'Fate Weaver'.

  Being able to see the future doesn’t mean being a good prophet, it’s just the basic skills of our profession.

  If everything follows the predetermined destiny, then the ability to see through the future will not be the same. In that case, we regard the line of destiny as an untouchable golden rule, and we can only move around in the cracks left by destiny.

   That is not called a prophet.

   That's called 'Prisoner of Fate'. "

  The pirate said to Velen who raised his eyebrows in a tone of sharing his professional experience:

   "You may not have that experience, but there are bronze dragons in Azeroth, they are the guardians of the timeline and destiny, and any attempt to change the destiny in that world will attract the attack of bronze dragons.

   The first time I changed my fate was forced, because if I didn't change I would die.

   I was also terrified by the threat of death.

  If I fail, I will meet a fate more painful than death.

   But after I set a trap for the bronze dragon using my then crude technique, I realized the true use of the 'prophetic power'.

   Destiny is there, it's a complex frame, but not untouchable.

   is like a lot of gorgeous building blocks, as long as you find the right way, you can stack them at will to make the future look what you want!

  With the first experience, I began to change my destiny drastically, I went to chaos the future with my own hands, I no longer resisted the change but accepted it with a more open mind.

  I am no longer afraid that the chaos of the future will make me weak, because every time I change the future, I will plant a strong seed for myself at the same time.

  I am like a spider lying on the web of destiny, unraveling the thread of destiny bit by bit, and using those materials to carefully fabricate a future that belongs only to me and only advances according to my ideas!

   A lot of people are wondering, don’t I worry about my failure when I do something crazy?

   I'll answer them, I'm not worried!

  Because I knew I was going to win before I decided to do something!

   It may appear to others that I am gambling, but in fact I am just reaping the fruits of victory that have taken root after the seeds I planted in the past have taken root. Because when my enemies didn't kill me in the past, I already won in the future. "

  Blake stopped.

   He looked at Velen and concluded:

   "As prophets, our understanding of reality is different from others, their 'present' is our 'past', and their 'future' is our 'present'.

  We are always one step ahead, which is the biggest advantage.

  Understanding this is the key point for us to grasp the precision, sow the seeds now, let them take root and sprout when we need them in the future, and become our help.

   As long as you plant enough seeds, you can support a future that you can ride.

   is like playing a game of chess.

   Prophet, when others can only predict what will happen next, what we have to think about is how to end it. In my opinion, getting the most benefit with the least damage is what a prophet should really do.

  Others are gamblers of fate.

   But we are the dealers of fate. "

  The pirate took out his titan luck die and placed it in front of the prophet, he said:

   "It's like this dice, the moment an ordinary person throws it, he will leave everything to fate.

   But every good prophet is the best gambler. When we roll the dice of fate, we can throw as many as we want, not because we are lucky

   Just because this dice is filled with lead.

   We are cheating, but the truth of the prophets is that simple. "

   Velen frowned.

   He understood, but Blake's statement conflicted with his style, so he was hesitant to take this very utilitarian advice.

   But stinky pirates don't care about that.

   He raised his eyebrows and said to Velen:

   "Your Excellency the Prophet, I have given you the dark wisdom you seek. It is up to you whether you use it or not, but my dark wisdom is not free."

   "Well, I'll pay for this amazing experience."

  The Prophet smiled.

   The next second, Black shook his head.

   He took off his pipe, stared into Velen's eyes, and said seriously:

   "I don't want money."

   "I know, you saw some silhouettes about Frostmourne and Brox's future, Lord Prophet, don't deny, I noticed the change in your expression.

  You see what I'm going to do next, and you're worrying about it.

   This is the reward I want! "

  The pirate said in a deep voice:

   "Don't reveal it, don't say a word!

   In the future, when you see any future related to me, don't say a word to others, and I will not reveal the slightest future about you and your people.

   This is an agreement between prophets.

  You have to know that if the two prophets are going to go to war, then the whole world will not be at peace. Deal? "

   Velen was silent.

   The old prophet whispered:

   "You're going to do something terrible."

   "I will give you a chance to restore Argus!"

  Black took out his chips without hesitation.

   These words made Velen look up sharply, and the old prophet saw the resolute expression on the pirate's face and the gesture of holding the sword around his waist.

   Obviously, this is a choice.

  War?

   or peace?

"I agreed."

   Velen nodded, and the pirate smiled again. He winked at Velen and said:

   "Look, you learned!

  The 'seed' of Frostmourne was planted by your own hands in the present, so the stormy future will add another fuelwood. It is not difficult to prepare the future, right?

   Just kick the wheel of fate hard at the right time. We don't need to brake, we want it to fall faster! "

  The old prophet was stunned for a moment, then a smile appeared in the corner of his eyes.

   That smile grew stronger and stronger, and finally turned into a cheerful smile.

really.

   The work of compiling destiny is not as difficult as he imagined.

   (end of this chapter)