Azeroth Shadow Trail

  Chapter 1479 112. Eli · Tongue Battle Group Essence · Mouth Cannon King · Taunt Master · Invincible Face T · Three Tongues · Sander

   No one slept in Que Island this night

   Uh, well, a bit exaggerated.

  At least Black and his pirates slept well. They piled up the treasures scavenged from the magister's platform, and used these luxurious things to make themselves a "big bed" like the legendary dragon.

   Huge hordes of pirates feasted and drank around the dazzling wealth, cheering and cheering for this epic robbery that could go down in history, and roared all night long.

   As for their outstanding leader, Black Shaw of Megatron also spent the night happily.

   Well, it hurts and is happy.

   The ancient sage, who was supposed to control the insect swarm to conquer Azjol Nerub in the north, sneaked a "night attack" against Lord Black, who wanted to cultivate himself.

  Smelly pirates really want to refuse the temptation of beauty.

   But his goblin became more and more proficient in the way of temptation after having a body, and it turned out that Blake's spiritual cultivation was still not at home.

  In the early hours of the morning, Xalatas, who left with satisfaction, disappeared as silently as she came to the island of Kuei, which was tightly sealed by pirates.

   The Supreme Venerable and the Lord of Darkness have no interest in the elven civil war.

   In her bitter words, what's the point of watching a group of hemp poles fight from the same source? Why not go to the snowy plains of the North and watch the crypt lords hunt mammoths and dragons.

   Besides, after completing the conquest of the Nerubians, Xal'atath estimates that she will stay on Draenor for a long time to truly shape her swarm into the Aqir swarm in her memory.

   This is a job that requires a lot of energy.

  Although the void connection with Blake allows her to walk between the two worlds through the void, she can't hold up with Blake's greasy and crooked hug stickers every day, which makes Xalatas a little less interested.

   But apart from the pirates, it was really hard for the other forces on Likui Island to get a good night’s sleep that night.

  The children of the night are preparing to attack, Quel'dorei are stepping up their time to organize defenses, the Kaldorei have just appeared from the Que Isle Forest, and are also sending messengers to contact the warring parties.

  Everyone is very busy.

   Until the next morning, the letter written by Tyrande himself was finally delivered to the leaders of both sides. Blackskins and whiteskins respond in very different ways to the kaldorei who suddenly appear and try to become mediators.

  The sun king Anastarian, who was already a little overwhelmed, immediately responded to Kaldorei's kindness.

   Obviously, compared to the "employment" proposed by Blake Shaw, the Sun King still trusts his "distant relatives" more.

   But he didn't intend to surrender softly, he just wanted to delay the time through Kaldorei's neutral proposal and give Quel'dorei's reinforcements a chance to arrive.

  The Sun King knew that he could not let out the Sunwell.

   This is a matter of principle.

   Compared to Anastarian's warm treatment, Elisande scoffed at the letter sent by Tyrande, with strong dissatisfaction by the way.

   It seemed to the Queen of the Nightborne that she had reached an agreement with the Sisters of Elune regarding Azshara's threat.

   The two sides are already an offensive and defensive alliance.

  In such a situation, the presence of the Kaldorei's army and the big men should help the Nightborne win this battle, not jump out and act as some **** of a mediator.

Who are you!

   ran to mediate the war. This is a battle for survival, do you really think it's a joke? Do you really want everyone to join hands and sing together to resolve the conflict brought about by the right to exist?

  These kaldorei are childishly ridiculous!

  The Great Magister didn't want to pay attention to this three-way meeting, but soon, the cunning she realized that this was an opportunity!

  If the Sun King will attend the meeting held by the night elves, it means that at least for the duration of the meeting, the defense of the Sunwell will lose its supreme commander.

   This means that the success rate of the sneak attack she planned last night will be greatly improved.

   Wonderful.

   Elisande seized the blind spot, and she immediately sent her messenger to return to Tyrande, saying that she would personally attend the meeting for peace.

   But there is already a master Shaldorei demon hunter in secret, leading those losers in brutal training, and under the cover of the frontal battlefield, they circled towards the Sunwell.

   All this did not deceive the attention of the pirates occupying the location.

   But the pirates didn't inform Quel'dorei, and those white-skinned elves didn't pay the fleet, why should they share information with them?

   is to make a mess!

   The more chaotic the better, the pirates also hope that the Nightborne will be a little more powerful and can break through the Sunwell's defenses today, so as to create a chance for them to sneak into the luxurious palace and **** it.

  If it wasn't for the wrong situation, the stinky pirates would all want to make a cameo appearance on the cheerleading team to cheer on the Nightborne who ran for the sneak attack.

In a word, in the waiting, when the sun came to the nine o'clock position, in the temporary camp set up by the night elves outside the maple forest on Que Island, the leaders of the black elves and the white elves were almost Simultaneously.

  The Sun King is still his previous classic dress.

   A pair of gorgeous phoenix robes embellished with some emblems representing the status of the king, holding a sin'dorei golden staff, but with a magic sword like flowing fire around his waist.

It is the Flame Strike of Quel'dorei, the secret treasure of Quel'dorei, which was held by Prince Kael'thas Sunstrider for a long time. It seems that Elisande's strength showed yesterday gave the Sun King a lot of pressure, forcing him to take it. Back to this arcane sword.

   As for how the sword was brought back to Azeroth from Draenor, there are many ways. The Quel'dorei elves who built their country with magic have a way to deliver a holy relic overnight.

  It is worth mentioning that when the Sun King appeared, in addition to the royal seal, he also had a luxurious gemstone ring on his left hand.

  The ring shone with arcane light, causing Elisande who saw it to change slightly.

   Heck!

   This ring is definitely not a creation of the Elf Empire, and the pressure it exudes makes the Great Magister feel that a world is roaring at her in a trance.

"Humph"

   After seeing Elisande appear, the Sun King gave a cold snort.

   His eyes were definitely not friendly.

   But when he saw the Sargeras scepter that was constantly tearing space in the hands of the Great Magister, there was also a trace of fear in the Sun King's eyes. He had personally experienced the unreasonable domineering power of this damned staves yesterday.

   Its tearing and manipulation of space is beyond the space rules of this world. If Elisande is willing to pay some price, she can even directly destroy all the palace defenses of the Sunwell.

How can such a dangerous weapon fall into the hands of a madman who wants to wage war? What irresponsible guy gave her this thing?

   Damn it!

   "Ah."

   The Sun King's inner rant just ended, and Blake, who would get up and rub his back, sneezed heavily.

   He rubbed his nose and wondered if he had caught a cold from last night's madness, but he soon realized that it was very likely that someone was complaining about him behind his back.

  Tsk tsk, **** it!

   I have provoked too many people, and I can't even accurately judge who is cursing me for a while.

  The pirate stood on the edge of the magister's platform and looked towards the location of the Kaldorei camp. He was also very interested in today's meeting, but he did not intend to run over to watch it in person.

  Blake looked left and right, found a strange stone and threw it on the table, then took out a bottle of wine, slumped in the chair with a sense of taste, and poured anima into the stone.

   After changing several "perspectives" in a row, he finally found a point of view of the stone-born "sculpture" very close to the Kaldorei camp.

   With the infusion of anima, the pictures in the camp soon appeared in front of the pirates in a "projection" way, just like watching a movie.

   is still live broadcast, but unfortunately there is no such thing as "punch card".

  The pirate smiled proudly.

   He felt that he had finally found the correct usage of the stone descendants in the material world. After they fell to the ground and turned into stone statues, they could not be perceived by any force, so they were simply the best "cameras".

   A thousand and two hundred stoneborn assassins and an equal number of gargon hounds are enough for pirates to control everything in the Isle of Que without leaving their homes.

   "Yo, Her Majesty the Queen is coming soon."

   In addition to following the talks between the three elf factions, the pirates also took time to inquire outside the island. He noticed that Queen Azshara's carriage had entered Sunstrike Island secretly, and could arrive at Quel'Danas by evening at the latest.

   This made Blake rub his hands together.

   He really expected that when Azshara appeared in front of these elves, what kind of expressions would they respond with?

  Tsk tsk, that must be very interesting.

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"Peace?

   Let me first ask, your definition of peace is that we should give up when we are only one step away from victory, and let the children of the night abandon their yearning for a better life and return to Suramar to continue living in misery?

   If it is such peace, then we are not rare! "

In Kaldorei's camp, Queen Elisander of the Nightborne showed her "strongman character" at the very beginning of the meeting. She sat on a chair made of living wood, ignoring the coldness of the Sun King. face with disgust.

she says:

   "The magic of the Sunwell never belongs only to Quel'dorei, it is a magic well shaped with water from the Well of Eternity, which belongs to the Elf Empire!

  Everyone is a member of the empire, why is it only you who can enjoy the blessing of this magic power? "

   "Your shamelessness is shocking, Elisande! Your existence simply represents the moral bottom line of the elves!"

  The Sun King snorted, gritted his teeth and said:

   "Quel'dorei has been associated with the Sunwell for nearly 7,000 years. During these 7,000 years, the entire world has recognized our ownership of the Sunwell, which is a magical holy place built brick by brick by our ancestors.

   Do you really think you can make this **** funny claim when it comes to the elf empire?

  You want to share the sunwell, so why not take out your nightwell and share it with us? My people also suffer from a lack of magic.

   We can't even live long outside the brilliance of the Sunwell. "

   "You want the Nightwell? Okay."

Contrary to the Sun King's expectations, after hearing his rebuttal, Elisande generously took out a few bottles of magic wine that had been hoarded for thousands of years and placed them on the table. She also made a "please" to the Sun King. action, say:

   "Come on, taste the 'delicacy' of the Nightborne. Only if you truly recognize the predicament of the Shaldorei will you understand our thirst for the magic of the Sunwell.

  Your Majesty the Sun King, let me tell you the truth, we are not alone in the cause of this war. "

  The Great Magister snorted and said:

   "On the day I became king, I politely asked your envoy if I could buy magic power from you to meet the needs of the people.

   But your messengers arrogantly rejected me.

   If you had chosen a fair deal that day and exchanged magic wine for pure magic, things would not have come this far! "

After    finished speaking, Elisande turned to look at Tyrande Windwhisper, who was present on behalf of the Kaldorei. She looked up and down Tyrande, the priest of the moon was different from the image she remembered.

   Compared with the last time the two met, Tyrande at this time was a little less innocent and pure, and a little more calm and dignified.

  The Great Magister chuckled and said:

   "As expected of a woman who was appraised as a 'treasure' by Queen Azshara, 10,000 years have not faded your beauty, and being a wife has given you more temptation."

   "Great Magister, please respect my profession."

   Tyrande said calmly:

   "Please do not say these words in the presence of a clergyman, it does nothing for the peace we seek today."

   "Peace? You Kaldorei are also worthy of talking about peace with me?"

   Tyrande's response seemed to have angered Elisande, the great magus had a woman's jealousy in his eyes, and said to Tyrande:

   "I will not mock you for abandoning our ancient noble traditions, living in the forest with wild beasts, abandoning civilization and degenerating into troll-like barbarism, Kaldorei.

   Let's talk about Eres Salas.

  The Syndra elves who lived in the city of ten thousand years were also your compatriots, but how did you treat those pure-blooded Highborne?

  You trapped them in an increasingly rundown city!

  You keep them like pigs and dogs, and you know what terrible things the elves in that city have done for their magic. But instead of helping when the massacre happened, you just watched from the sidelines!

   A whole million Syndra elves died in the ruthlessness of your demise, and there were only 300,000 people left, and a very potential elves faction was destroyed in your hands.

   They were almost doomed!

it's me!

   It was Shaldorei who accepted them when they needed them most and when they were desperate, and it was I who ordered to share my people's little magic power with those poor creatures, which saved their lives! "

   Elisande sneered, pointed to the nose of Tyrande who was getting more and more embarrassed, and said:

   "Not every Syndra died in vain, and every kaldorei has blood on his hands! You slaughterers still have the face to accuse me of being the initiator of the war?

   How did you say the word 'peace' without feeling ashamed?

   That's what your moon **** taught you? "

   After finishing speaking, the great magus who was getting better and better turned to look at the silent Sun King again. She folded her arms and said while the robe streamers were dancing:

   "And you, Quel'dorei!

  I also don't want to ridicule you of being a monkey, and constantly intermarrying with inferior races to dilute your noble blood. Although you haven't fallen to living in trees and eating wild fruits, look at you now!

  You didn't learn the power of the elf empire, but inherited the depravity and decay of the empire. If your dynasty can last for another thousand years, it is already blessed by the **** of elves.

But I think that although we are in the war, you should also have sympathy for the tragic experience of the Syndra elves. After all, seven thousand years ago, your ancestors were the wild elves who were called 'peace' in front of you. They are ostracized and exiled!

  Das Remar Sunstrider had to take his people across the sea and endure the shame of being blackmailed by barbaric trolls before establishing your kingdom on this land!

   And now, your unworthy descendant actually wants to cooperate with the person who personally decided to exile your grandfather back then?

  Haha, if Das Reima knew about it, it would be time to lift the coffin and give you two slaps to this unfilial son!

  You foolish Sun King, you don't understand at all that you should stand firmly with us in this magic-related matter, instead of kneeling and licking the kaldorei!

   Only the Shaldorei can understand your pain. "

"Peace?"

   Elisande, who was already spitting out his senses, opened his arms and shouted to all the fairies in front of him:

   "I don't see any peace here at all!

  Everyone is a descendant of the empire, so it’s enough to pretend to be like everyone else in front of outsiders, you don’t have to be so hypocritical in your own eyes.

  The Kaldorei say we the Nightborne are fallen people, and we are! We succumb to our thirst for magic, but kaldorei! You yourself are not as clean as you think!

   Our filth is addicted to the devil, and your filth is in the heart in the name of the Moon God!

   Behold, a bunch of sanctimonious hypocrites! A group of white lotuses who do evil things in the name of faith and feel at ease! A group of megalomaniacs who think they are powerful but turn a blind eye to the tragic suffering of their brothers and sisters, and jump out at this time to mediate the war!

   Your merciful moonlight never shines on us dark peoples!

   And what you call peace is only for yourselves!

   That's disgusting! "

   (end of this chapter)