Azeroth Shadow Trail

   Chapter 1359 109. Come on, come on, come closer, heroes, witness the era of ashes!

   "Moonlight and Fire of Hope have sealed the chapel! Blake must have been in there!"

  Little Jaina's teleportation technique finally failed to send herself and Arthas directly into the chapel, because the place where the holy coffin was stored was blocked by the power of the two demigods.

   That means that the battle has already begun, and the fate of them forcibly breaking in will definitely not be very good.

   "God! What the **** is he doing!"

   Arthas shook his hands. As someone who had seen Frostmourne's evil power with his own eyes, he couldn't imagine the scene where the sword was held in his hand by his most admired Marshal Lothar.

   This anger that would explode just thinking about it made the little prince dash forward with his sword in hand, but Jaina reached out and grabbed it.

  More and more people gathered behind them. Except for the front line who blocked the crazy undead from returning, everyone else had come here in various ways.

   "Follow me! Young man, don't get too far from me!"

   A Quel'dorei elf with a red hood shook his head at this moment, he reached out and pulled his hood, revealing an old but majestic face.

   "Your Majesty Anastarian! You actually came in person?"

   The appearance of this person shocked everyone around him.

   They thought that the elves who came to help were all led by Lady Alleria, but the Sun King actually came in person.

   "Lothar is the last bloodline of Thoradin, and I must keep my promise with the Emperor of Man.

   And young Varian Wrynn is in there now, guarding Lothar with a titan relic, but unfortunately he is no match for Black Shaw, and I cannot sit and watch a human king suffer misfortune before my eyes. "

   The old Sun King didn't explain much.

   He stretched out his hand to hold the magic sword around his waist. Well, it wasn't the flaming blow that was still in Kael's hands, but a gorgeous Phoenix sword.

   But when his magical attainments have reached the level of the Sun King, it doesn't matter whether he has magical relics or not.

   He raised his left hand and flicked it gracefully in front of him, and a thick arcane enchantment was propped up, covering everyone around him.

  As the Sun King raised his footsteps and walked towards the chapel shrouded in moonlight and flames in front of him, the people around him also grabbed their weapons and followed step by step.

   It is very difficult to pass through the suppression of the two layers of divine power, and it is very difficult for everyone to walk.

   In the center of the chapel at this time, the battle to the death had not started as they had imagined. In fact, the atmosphere between Black and Tyrande and Chi Jing Tianzun was very good.

   If you take away the **** archmage behind you and the tumbling energy around you, this scene looks like three friends talking.

  The High Priest of the Moon and Chi-Ji Tianzun were in charge of listening, and Black was in charge of quibbling to persuade them to move out of the way.

   "Illidan has returned from the stars."

  Blake started gossiping as soon as he opened his mouth.

   He stared at Tyrande Windspeaker, who was shrouded in moonlight and had entered a state similar to that of the "Moonlight War God" but was more inclined towards the order of light. He whispered:

   "I also saw that sad lover holding the little yellow flower you gave her 10,000 years ago, squatting alone on the edge of the dark temple and recalling the beautiful past alone.

  Seriously, Your Majesty, wouldn't you consider seeing him?

   You are forming an anti-magic coalition, right?

  You and I both know that as long as you say a word, Illidan can immediately run back to Azeroth with his Illidari diehards and kill everyone you dislike for you. "

   "You're really boring, Blake."

   Tyrande clenched the bow in his hand and said expressionlessly:

   "You're wasting the friendship we built in Silithus, and you're running out of time. If you really want to chat, you might as well just grab it and throw the dark thing behind you aside.

   I would love to chat with you for a long time.

   Even these personal topics that I'm not interested in at all. "

   "Ah, the beauty of the iceberg, no wonder you can fascinate Illidan."

   Pirate shrugged.

   He felt a group of people approaching in the force behind him, he shook his head and said:

   "I'm also a reservist believer of Luna. In theory, I'm no different from you, so now let me, as a future believer of Luna, let you describe one, uh, two prophecies, Tyrande.

   A prophecy related to your kaldorei elves.

  You better listen carefully. "

   "Speak, I'm listening."

   Tyrande didn't let go of the bow in her hand. As long as the pirate moved slightly, she would launch an attack with divine power, but there was really no hostility on Black.

   This made the Great Priest of the Moon frown.

   What the **** is this guy doing? Does he really think he can confuse the mind of a moon priest with words?

   But Black just described in a calm tone:

   "Demons will soon enter this world, because of the failure and humiliation brought to them by the heroic night elves 10,000 years ago, you will become the first civilization to be attacked by demons.

   The scope of this war will be far greater than the scale of the War of the Ancients. Deceivers and polluters, and even Sargeras himself, will join the war.

   The elves depend on for a living, and the world tree that helps you gain immortality will be dedicated to the war itself as the price of victory in this battle, and countless elves waiting to be resurrected will also become terrifying consumables.

   There is no need to refute me, Tyrande.

  I know you won't allow this cruel, almost severing the foundation of Kaldorei civilization to happen, but the cruel reality doesn't care what you think.

  If we can win, the Kaldorei civilization will continue, but you will enter a long decline.

   You also have the seeds of the World Tree in your hands.

  You will plant the second World Tree in a path-dependent manner. However, that is just the beginning of another disaster. As the wheel of war spins, one terrifying enemy will appear in the next era.

  You will be hit again and again, and eventually sink with this troubled world.

   Until the hour of final judgment. "

  The smelly pirate stopped.

   A strange smile opened at the corner of his mouth, and in the moonlight, he said softly:

   "The Luna Sisterhood of the World of the Dead prayed for Lady Elune's assistance, and in order to help her relatives get through this difficult time, Elune would choose to sacrifice all the Kaldorei in a cruel way"

   "Shut up! Shameful heresy!"

   Black's words completely angered Tyrande.

   Not because the future he described made the high priest uneasy, but also because of his remarks about the moon **** Elune. How could the benevolent moon **** do such a cruel thing?

   How could he abandon the kaldorei who had always believed in him?

   "No no no, you have no reason to be angry, Tyrande, my first prophecy is for you! But this second prophecy"

  Black pointed to the sky.

   His meaning is self-evident.

   Under Tyrande's disbelieving gaze, the pirate said softly:

   "Look, Lady Elune didn't refute me, and her eyes clearly passed through the barriers between present and future to see what I described.

  The future is not set in stone, two people.

   The future can change.

   The era of despair I described can be avoided, and the means to avoid it are in my hands. What do you think I am doing here at the risk of being killed?

Step aside!

   I'm just helping you, just like before.

   I'm even free this time.

  You two idiots!

   When you choose to stop me, you choose to embark on that hopeless future

   Every minute you delay here means that the era of despair is getting closer!

  You pathetic mortals can't see the waves of fate, but I can, I can tell you, you two, right here, right before my eyes, the fate of Azeroth has been divided.

   On my left is a miserable age of war that can only breed endless stupidity, death and despair.

   And on my right hand is an age of ashes woven by my own hands

   It also breeds war and chaos, and it also makes the world feel miserable, but I've programmed it with an ending that will satisfy most people.

so.

   It is not me who has to make a choice today, my dear Tyrande and my dear God of Hope. It's up to you to make a choice, um, look, I'm done speaking in one minute and three seconds.

I said it before.

   I can convince you in two minutes, now there are thirty seconds left for you, ding ding ding ding! "

  Black held up his dwarf pocket watch and dangled it in front of his eyes. He squeezed his eyes and said:

   "Time is running, you two, there are only twenty-seven seconds left. The fate of Azeroth is already in my hands, and the pressure is really scary, right?

   But trust me, I'm used to it. "

   "Elune is above."

  The pressure that Black brought to Tyrande in an instant made the priest of the moon a little bit in a hurry. If there was a random other person standing in front of him, then Tyrande would not believe the other party's nonsense at all.

   As the **** of the moon, she also undertakes some "prophecy" responsibilities during the daily sacrifices. She knows better than most people what the profession of prophet really means.

   But the Blake in front of him is not one of those magic tricks, every prophecy he made in the past has been fulfilled.

   Just this identity and this record are terrible.

   If Tyrande's heart-pounding words he says now really represent the future

  The Moon Priest stared at the pirate's face.

   She tried to capture a hint of "deception" from Blake's expression, but the latter not only did not reveal any flaws, but instead put on a handsome shape, so that the priest of the moon could see it more clearly.

   "Only fifteen seconds left."

  Blake friendly reminder:

   "If you can't make up your mind, why not ask the amazing Lady Elune?"

  The pirate's words made Tyrande's heart sink.

   She tried to pray to Luna, but got no response, and it seemed that Luna himself was upset by Black's bad prophecy.

   After all, the fact that Lady Elune has a basically unrelated sister in the Shadow Realm is a secret among the gods and not something a mortal like Black should know.

  The Bitter Winter Queen of Blazing Blue Fairy herself would not reveal the complicated relationship between her and Lady Elune, a secret that even the other Eternals don't know about.

   Luna now feels like he might have made a mistake in choosing Black.

   This guy is a bit beyond all his expectations. He seems to have some secrets that the gods don't know.

   "Oh, is Luna also hesitating?"

  Black glanced at the rolling moonlight in the sky, and whispered:

   "Let me add some chips, my dear lady, I only say one place, I only say one name. Zare"

   "Om"

   The noun that the pirate was going to say in a strange language was not finished, and just two syllables were uttered, and the moonlight of the entire chapel disappeared at this moment.

   In Tyrande's painful groan, her moon **** power was forcibly imprisoned. On the contrary, the bright moonlight completely enveloped Blake at this moment.

   This means that Elune has made a decision in place of Tyrande!

"Ha ha ha ha"

   Black laughed and carried Frostmourne behind his back. He strode past the slumped Moon High Priest, and touched the moonstone decoration on Lady Tyrande's forehead.

   But he still has Chi-Ji in front of him.

   "Stop, Blake, maybe we can talk again!"

   I hope Tianzun is also a little frightened by the scene in front of him.

   He saw with his own eyes that the Moon God chose Black's prophecy, which made the Supreme Heavenly God feel a shock, but unfortunately, the pirates had no time to waste.

   "Tianzun! Stand up, don't struggle and it won't hurt!"

  Black raised his left hand.

  Laughing wildly, Xal'atas turned into colorful smoke and burst out like a tentacle monster, covering the beautiful and luxurious body of Chi Jing Tianzun.

   This is not to say that the power of Xalatas can already match that of the Supreme Heavenly God, the main thing is that the Chijing Heavenly Venerate is also a little nervous at this moment.

   The result is right in the arms of the ancient Venerable Sha Neng majesty.

   He could easily break free from Xal'atath's siege, but by the time he broke free, Black had done everything he wanted to do.

  After all, Lothar's coffin is already in sight.

   "Back off!"

   As Black walked into the hall of the coffin with the dissipating moonlight, the last obstacle that stood before him and Lothar was Varian Wrynn, clad in lion armor and the shield of Aggramar.

   The young king holds the power of Menethil in one hand and the Titan artifact in the other.

  Looking at the look in his helmet, Varian clearly wouldn't allow Black to put the dark things in his hands in the hands of a great man he regarded as his father.

Fortunately

  The pirates didn't plan to discuss with him either.

   "bang, bang"

  Two loud noises erupted behind Varian, and the two golden Valkyries who had been guarding Lothar's coffin waved their golden halberds and silently launched a fierce attack on the child king.

  Varian was completely unaware of the danger coming behind him.

   He tried his best to break out the Holy Light to stop the Val'kyr's charge, but he was not the holder of the Shield of Aggramar personally designated by Odin.

   This Titan Divine Shield in his hand can only protect him from being hurt, but it is powerless to stop Black, who is not blocked at all, and walks up to the holy coffin step by step.

   "Don't! Don't! I don't allow it!"

   Varian growled.

   But the **** who walked into the light only gave him a dark back. Black smashed the wooden box behind him to the ground, and the humming Frostmourne jumped out of the sword box in an instant.

  The power of the dark sword has taken over this holy place belonging to the Holy Light, and she is cheering and eagerly longing for the arrival of the real sword bearer.

   She has already smelled the delicious and powerful soul of this bald old man lying in the light in front of her, that terrible and tough will. He is perfect!

   He is more perfect than Ner'zhul, more than Velen!

Blake straddles the golden holy coffin condescendingly. He looks at the bald old man who has been in a coma for too long and misses too many bald old men. This guy is lying in the coffin in a dead posture. .

   "Go."

  The pirate stretched out his finger and tapped the hilt of his sword in the darkness.

   The only touch made the pirate's soul feel as if it was frozen.

   But under his push, the suspended Frostmourne dropped down a little bit, and finally fit perfectly into Lothar's vacant hands interlaced in front of his chest.

   A non-existent screeching sound splashed in the ears of the pirates, like the last piece of the puzzle of fate, finally returning to its place.

   Black bone, stand up.

  Conquer the world!

   (end of this chapter)