Azeroth Shadow Trail

  Chapter 1478 111. Azshara asked me to punish Elisande, but she didn't say I couldn't outsource this

  Blake has been the Luna Chosen for some time now.

  Although he used his own words, he himself felt that it was a ridiculous thing for an unbeliever to become the **** of the moon.

Occasionally, when ranting to her little kiss Maiev, the pirate would say that it must have been because Lady Elune was so drunk that night because of the good things she did with Goldrinn, that she was promoted to a **** under the unprecedented drunkenness. elector.

  Smelly pirates are very self-aware.

   He looked at himself from the beginning to the end, and he didn't find a single thing that matched some of the characteristics of the clergy. After all, he doesn't like little boys, right?

But the boat is done. Although he was confused into the God's Choice, Blake is not proud of his identity. In his eyes, the Moon God's Choice represents the majesty of the Moon God walking on the earth, which is not comparable to his own **** of the endless sea. Evil power.

   After all, the identity of the Moon God is only useful for the elves.

  The human beings who believe in the Holy Light and the trolls who believe in Loa don’t even care about him. If they meet a religious lunatic like Isenlion, they might even be tied to the stake and burned to death.

   But as the saying goes, even a used toilet paper has its own value.

   No, when facing Tyrande Windspeaker with a frosty face, Black's identity as a divine choice suddenly worked wonders.

The High Priest of the Moon was obviously still worried about being humiliated and tortured by Blake in the Northshire of Stormwind Kingdom last time, but she also had to show her respect when she saw the crescent moon emblem floating behind Blake's head. The gesture leaned slightly towards Blake.

   This is a matter of faith, and the unbelievably beautiful high priest can play tricks on girls.

Speaking of which, Tyrande in the silver armor's fighting stance has a more sonorous and heroic temperament than the long skirt Tyrande. With her face, Queen Azshara looked at her beautiful face and called her an expert. , The amazing charm of this woman in the moonlight even filled Blake's eyes with admiration.

   If the other beauties are the Luna and the Titan guardians, then Tyrande in front of her is the degree to which the Luna took the rice spoon and slammed the rice into her mouth.

   As far as sheer beauty is concerned, His Majesty Tyrande is not at the same level as those vulgar fans.

  Everyone laughed at Illidan.

   But after seeing the charm of Tyrande walking in the moonlight at this time, it is estimated that everyone is Illidan.

   But the pirates have nothing but admiration.

   It's not because he's not a man, it's just because there are three beautiful girls like the one in front of him, and if it's not closeness but only looks, then Little Xingxing, stupid Fina and his sister can basically be selected.

   Well, everything is like this, anything that is scarce is worthless once there is more.

   "I said, if you're going to talk about things, can you take your eyes off my wife?"

  Malfurion Stormrage, who had returned from his moonwing flight form to his human form, said a word to Black in a calm tone, and the stinky pirate shrugged, withdrew his gaze and looked behind him.

  Several nightchild pirates were attentively bringing tables and chairs for the bigwigs, and Anaris Moonshire, the pirate king, and her fiancé, Lilas Windrunner, stood by in person.

   One holds a wine jug and the other holds a fruit plate.

   Obviously, this black and white elf mandarin duck is planning to watch this conversation forcefully.

   "Come on, let's sit down and talk."

  Black shamelessly made a "please" gesture as a master on the platform of the elf palace that had just been captured and looted by pirates.

   After taking his seat, he glanced to the side again, and said in a long voice:

   "General Shandris also come and sit, don't hide in secret, you know, if I want to assassinate your Mindo, you can't stop ten.

  Speaking of which, you still owe me a big favor, regarding you and Jarod.”

"To shut up!"

General Shandris Feathermoon, who was secretly protecting Tyrande, scolded the pirates to shut up. She had already grasped the silver-winged eagle bow decorated with moonlight, and put on a living log. arrow.

   As long as the stinky pirate dares to talk about her private affairs, this arrow will soon appear on the forehead of the stinky pirate in the form of a "decoration".

The general    stepped forward with a cold face and stood beside his Mindo, posing as a "bodyguard" with his hands tied, although Tyrande's strength did not require Feather Moon to protect her.

   But this is more of a proof of the identity of the High Priest of the Moon, and represents the close relationship between Shandris and Tyrande, who are mothers and daughters who are not related by blood.

  Although the age difference between the mother and daughter is only a few decades, both of them have lived for more than 10,000 years.

   "Then, before I start, let me ask you a question."

Blake snorted, and Lilas immediately stepped forward to pour wine for the three big men. This little puppy from the Windrunner family was very winking and polite. He poured wine for the captain, and then replaced it with hot tea for the big Drew. The ritual of Yiheyue is full.

   Then stand behind Black, exactly in the same position as Admiral Feather Moon, in order to strengthen the momentum for his captain.

   Well, it belongs to the top atmosphere group.

   "Are you two on your own behalf? Or on behalf of the Cenarion Order and the Sisterhood of Elune?"

  Black picked up his glass and leaned back in his chair in a languid manner. He said:

   "Is your purpose here to mediate this war? Or to participate in it? Last question, if you are here to mediate, what are you going to do?"

   "We are here for peace."

   Malfurion glanced at his wife and said to Black seriously:

"This is the internal affairs of the elves, and the Kaldorei can't sit back and ignore it. Although we have not established formal diplomatic relations with the Nightborne and Quel'dorei, we are all descendants of the Elf Empire. A clan of brothers of blood.

   Even if you don’t talk about blood, let’s talk about the meaning of the existence of both parties to the world

   At the moment when the demon invasion predicted by you is getting closer and closer, it is not in everyone's interest to let precious fighting power be consumed in the infighting. "

   "And Azshara"

   Tyranid calmly added:

   "Elysander is a cunning ruler who shares with the Sisters of Elune the growing conflict between the Shaldorei and the Deep, and invites us to join the fight against Queen Azshara.

  Although this alliance does not mean that the Kaldorei will be involved in all wars and conflicts caused by the Nightborne, if we are to guard against the threat of Queen Azshara, then we need to persuade our allies to preserve their strength.

  I am sure that the elves of Quel'Thalas, founded by Dath'Remar Sunstrider, will also understand our common predicament.

   They cannot expect Queen Azshara to forgive their 'sin'.

I have seen Queen Azshara with my own eyes, and I am very familiar with her style, and no matter what Quel'dorei thinks, in the Queen's eyes, there is a difference between their behavior of breaking the ground and Elisande's presumption of kingship. There is no essential difference.

  In the eyes of the Queen, they are all traitors.

   Of course, so do we 'wild elves'.

  The Queen will never tolerate the existence of traitors, and from this point of view, our intervention in this war is not just peaceful, Your Honor Black.”

   "Uh, don't use this title, it feels like I'm getting old all of a sudden."

  The stinky pirate waved his hand very "humbly", he put down the wine glass, spread his hands and said:

   "I probably understand the reason for your actions and what you mean. I have to say that your decision is very correct. If I were you, I would probably make the same decision.

   But I guess you missed one point about the cause of this war.

If you have watched the battle today, you will know that the conflict between Shal'dorei and Quel'dorei cannot be bridged. Give up your sanctuary.

   Both are for survival!

  What reason do you use to persuade the Nightborne to retreat? Or persuade the Quel'dorei elves to be more generous? Can you conjure up a well of eternity that satisfies all cravings for magical experience? "

   This question silenced the three Kaldorei executives in front of them for a long time.

   Finally, Malfurion sighed and said:

   "Yes, Lord Black, this question of yours is something we cannot ignore, and before we come here we feel that we can persuade them with the future and the common threat.

   But after seeing the immortality of both sides with my own eyes, I have lost confidence in this mediation. That's why we're visiting you tonight.

   Maybe the answers we can't find can be found here? "

   This answer made the pirate blink, he grinned and said in a long voice:

   "But I'm not a pacifist, I'm a pirate, gentlemen, I like chaos, I pursue strife, war is my cash machine, and destruction is my Colosseum.

  I tell the two of you without humility, that it was I who secretly incited Elisande's ambitions for the Sunwell, and it was I who cooperated with her to complete this deadly raid on Quel'dorei.

  I personally led the situation to this scene, and I was the initiator of this war. "

  Black raised his left hand and made a puppet motion.

He says:

   "I feel like everything is under control right now, to put it simply, I haven't got what I want, I haven't had enough. You want peace?

Do not!

  I will not give you.

unless"

  The smelly pirate hooked his fingers to the three and said:

   "You can satisfy my thirst for profit and my quest for treasure. You want a game-breaking answer, right? I can give you a little dark wisdom for free.

listen!

  The children of the night came here to carry out their conquests under the command of Elisande, you should understand that after a man has ruled a city for ten thousand years, the obedience of others becomes a deadly tradition.

   If you want the Nightborne to retreat, you must first knock out the culprit who has been agitating their ambitions.

   I mean, you have to kill Elisande and let Quel'dorei hold the Holy Land. Or kill Anastarian and help the Nightborne to complete their conquest to gain their goodwill.

Yes!

  You cannot bring peace and eliminate the problem of war with your own power, but you can kill the person who caused the problem once and for all.

   This is certainly not a cure, but it is enough to cure the symptoms. "

  The smelly pirate put down his glass and picked up his pipe. In the first plume of smoke, he said softly:

   "This is also one of my goals. In the past, people gave me a bounty to kill someone. Today, I also experience the feeling of being a boss.

  Go, kill Elisande or the Sun King and you'll get the peace you want.

   And you know what the best is? "

   Black raised his glass again, winked at Malfurion and Tyrande and said:

   "You can't be greedy and want everything. For peace, you must choose a side."

   "This is not the answer we want."

   Tyrande shook his head and said:

   "Killing is not the virtue of the Luna, and choosing one means we will lose the other. Forget it, I probably shouldn't have pinned my hopes on seeking the advice of a chaotic prophet in the first place.

  In the early morning of tomorrow, in the name of Kaldorei, we will invite the Grand Magister and the Sun King to discuss with the town where the war broke out today.

  If you have time, Your Majesty Blake, I hope you will be there too. "

   "I don't have time, I have to sleep in."

  Black immediately refused.

   He said boredly:

   "I'm not interested in hearing a thousand-year-old woman pointing her nose and scolding the street, uh, I'm not talking about you, Your Majesty Tyrande, I'm talking about Elisande.

  If she does make an appointment tomorrow, then you will be 'blessed'.

I guess you can get a sense of how elegant Saras can be elevated in terms of spraying people, and seriously, in terms of 'language arts', Elisande is really something I've seen The most talented guy. "

   Having said this, Blake grinned and said:

   "You will definitely be eye-opening, then, I won't send you two, good night."

  The pirate raised his glass, said goodbye to Malfurion and Tyrande who had stood up, and watched the arch druid re-transform into a beautiful and atmospheric moonwing shape, and disappeared into the night with his wife on his back.

   After a few seconds, Black looked back at General Shandris Feathermoon. He drank the wine in the glass in one gulp and said in a strange tone:

   "What are you doing here? Are you going to ask me about the secret art of 'Gongdou'? No, as General Feather Moon, you can't even deal with a country elf girl in an emotional war?"

   "Shut up, you stinky pirate with three tongues!"

   General Hazuki waved her bow in annoyance, and she threatened:

   "Don't sleep too hard when you go to bed tonight!"

   "嘁."

  The pirate looked up and down Shandris, and said disdainfully:

   "Your hemp figure is not my thing at all, don't come! I'm too lazy to take the time to train you. Tell me, what are you staying for? Do you have any disagreements with your parents that you want to express?"

"Yes."

   Shandris looked left and right and whispered:

   "My Mindo was trapped in the will of the Sisterhood of Elune and the Faith, she couldn't make such a cruel decision, and my father always hated war.

   Although he is occasionally pedantic, he really wants to see peace.

   But I am different.

  I'm a soldier, I'm after victory, and before coming, Garrod reminded me of something. You just said that in the war on Que Isle, we have to choose a side, right? "

   "Yeah, what's the problem?"

   Black showed a meaningful smile, and he said to Shandris with his pipe in his mouth:

   "So what exactly are you trying to say?"

   "Can we choose your side?"

  General Feather Moon raised her head and looked at Black with burning eyes. She said seriously:

"We should be on the side of the winner, or in your human terms, if you want to win, you have to bet with the dealer. Although you try to create an image of staying out of the way, you are actually a party to this war, Right?

   And, I'm curious, how many sides are in this war?

   I feel that this war is only just beginning, and that even the Sunwell may not be the ultimate goal of this war. I feel that you are promoting something that no one knows but absolutely terrible. "

   "Tsk tsk, are you Shandris Feathermoon? Or the Dreadlord in disguise?"

   Black flicked his pipe and said:

   "Did you accidentally find some peculiar fruit in Mount Hyjal and ate it, and your IQ increased several times? If there is such a fruit, hurry up and bring me a few. My sister needs this kind of brain-boosting thing very much."

   "No kidding! I mean it."

   Shandris said seriously:

   "You have to give me a word, Lord Black"

   "Ahem, I don't think you can call me Your Excellency anymore because of your unclear lover relationship with Garrod."

  The pirate coughed and said:

"Your plan is very good, but unfortunately, my side is not open for betting for the time being. You have to fight your own battles, this is your choice, Shandris, this time you can not give you side-to-side jumps. Oh the chance.

  Tsk tsk, speaking of which, you are much more qualified than your mother.

  Want to be Queen of the Kaldorei?

   Don’t be shy, just say it.

  If you want, I will arrange it for you right away. "

   (end of this chapter)