Azeroth Shadow Trail

   Chapter 1514 147. On the Birth of an Empire - Monthly Pass Plus Update [125]

   "Why did she do this?"

On the shores of the Night Shore of Quel'Thalas, the child king, uh, Varian Wrynn, now called "Azshara's apprentice to the Emperor", frowned as the noble queen disappeared into the waves of the deep sea .

   He was completely unable to understand Azshara's magical brain circuits.

   He could only ask Blake, who was beside him in a farewell gesture.

  The loyal captain of the guard ignored the child king. He waved goodbye until he could no longer see the queen. Then he straightened up, picked up his pipe and exhaled a ring of smoke.

   He casually said to Varian who seemed to have experienced a "fantastic night":

   "Why do you care so much? You get real benefits anyway. Thinking too much is a terrible burden on your young head."

   The bitter sarcasm made Varian grit his teeth, but he had to admit that he did get the benefit.

   He looked at Stromkar Warbreaker in his hands, the Emperor's Sword returning to his human king's hands so easily, made Varian feel a little unreal.

   But the heavy weight of the sword declared that it was all true.

The surprise came so suddenly that Varian couldn't even respond to the joy in his heart with a precise expression. He stroked the still-sharp edge of the Emperor's Sword and cautiously took off his coat. , wrapping the sword.

   This scene made the pirates nodded.

good.

   is a bit of a brain.

  Lothar had caused a terrible death for him when he held this sword before, and now Varian has finally learned the simple truth of "not revealing wealth".

   In the form of the human kingdom today, as long as he dares to take out this sword and sway through the city, the previous encounter of Lothar will definitely be staged on him.

   "I said, how are you going to use it?"

  Blake breathed out a smoke ring and asked.

  Varian used his king sash to tightly tie the clothes wrapped around the Emperor's Sword behind his back. Facing Black's question, he had no reservations and said calmly:

   "I will take it to Marshal Lothar."

   "Stop! You have to call him 'Your Majesty' now."

  Black corrected the child king, then shook his head and said:

   "And I think you're just doing something useless, I ask you, what if Lothar sees it and beats you up again? Didn't you get enough beatings last time in Northshire?"

   "Then I will fight back!"

   Varian said in a deep voice:

   "I will do my best to wake up my adoptive father, but if I see with my own eyes that everything is irreversible, then I will fight back with the Emperor's Sword!

   I will defeat the mighty Lich King with this sword!

   With my own hands I will free a great soul from the curse of death. I know that you will convince me with many great reasons that the sacrifice of the marshal is great, but I am ignorant and unable to understand.

   But in fact.

   During this period of time, I thought very clearly, that kind of sacrifice is great, but it is not what I want to see. If possible, I would rather bear that burden on his behalf.

   He has done so much for mankind.

   I hope he rests in peace, not that he is also free after death. "

   "Well, these words made me look at you with admiration."

  Black blinked and said to Varian maliciously:

   "Then, my dear Lich King II, I suggest you wait until your son is grown up before doing this adventure.

   Maybe starting from you, every Supreme King of the Human Alliance went to the northern border when he was old and took Frostmourne from the previous Lich King and became the new Lich King.

   thus freeing the previous Supreme King from the **** and curse of death, and using himself as a new curse carrier.

   This cycle goes on and on until the end of mankind. The bravest emperors always have to undertake the most difficult missions, and generations of sleepless emperors will forever watch over the future of this civilization.

  Tsk tsk, think about it, this tradition is still great. "

  The words of the pirates silenced Varian. After a few seconds, the young king looked at Black and said in a strange tone:

   "Don't tell me, you just made a prophecy for human civilization?"

   "Oops, you reminded me."

  Blake immediately became interested when he heard this, he clapped his hands and said:

   "Why didn't I think of that!

  What a great prophecy of civilization, I must spread this prophecy quickly, so that cowards who want to be the Supreme King in the future will have to carefully weigh the consequences.

   Oh, yes, there is!

   Do you know how to publicize your story of getting the Stormka when you go back? "

   "What's the hype about this?"

  Varian said in surprise:

   "Can't you tell the truth?"

   "Oh, when I heard your sad answer, I didn't know for a while whether I was feeling sad for your brain or sad for your childhood enlightenment teacher."

   Black sighed and said:

   "Tell me the truth? Are you insane? To base the hope of the revival of the human empire on the kindness of the Naga so bluntly? Do you know how aggrieved your people will feel with this statement?

   Silly boy, you have to say that!

   Listen well, learn hard, I only teach it once. "

After   , the stinky pirate coughed twice, and handed Varian the leftover lobster leg he had just eaten, meaning we were talking while eating.

  Varian wanted to be polite.

   But he was a little hungry because he didn't have a late night snack. Besides, it was only him and Blake, and a strange-looking stone monster.

   So the young king was welcome, he took the lobster leg and started to eat.

  Uh, don't tell me, it tastes pretty good.

   It seems that the **** Blake Shaw will stop being a pirate in the future. He can probably find a place to set up a barbecue stall and his business will be prosperous.

   "Don't patronize and eat, you bastard, listen up."

   On this desolate coast, the sea breeze blowing under the dark night made the smoke rings exhaled by Blake fly with the wind. He coughed and said:

   "You have to tell your people that while you were in a depressed mood during your teleportation to Stratholme, you were accidentally interrupted by a mysterious force, which caused your teleportation to yaw.

   Here you can add a little mysterious element to fill your story and give it more mystical appeal.

  You can say that you saw a piece of light, which is the revelation given to you by the golden holy light, and in the light you heard Thoradin the Great or the Heart of the World speaking to you.

   They tell you that the world and human civilization are at stake, and they need a leader who is good enough to lead the people out of the dark place of despair.

   And you!

   Varian Wrynn, you are the chosen one. "

  Blake squinted and looked at the dark sea, he said:

"You tell everyone who is interested in your story that you were transported to a mystical realm in Trek's teleportation, where you met all the people of history, including Emperor Thoradin and Anduin Lothar. Great man of mankind.

  You can even add a goddess image to it to refer to Azshara, in case the lie is exposed in the future.

   Anyway, in terms of the various legends Azshara has left in this world, no one will question you if you call her a goddess in the eyes of mortals.

   You just say, they convey a mission to you.

   and guide you through difficult trials to get back the Emperor's sword, Stromka, who was disappointed by the division of mankind. The meaning of this sword in your hands is the authority given to you by the ancient kings of mankind!

  Reunite the Empire of Humanity after more than 2,000 years in the era of great division!

What   Lothar can't do, you can do.

   And you have to tell this story for the rest of your life, constantly strengthening the majesty of the Emperor's Sword and the legend of its choice of the king, as for why you do this, I don't think I need to explain too much to you.

  If you don't even understand the necessity of strengthening your own legal system, then you are really unqualified as a king. "

   "This is deception."

  Varian ate the lobster, frowned and said:

   "I can understand the necessity of lying in many things, and I can also accept occasional white lies to answer people's doubts, but according to you, I have to spend my whole life to complete this lie I made with my own hands.

   Maybe saying that will make you laugh at me.

   But I have a troubled conscience. "

   "A lie? Why do you think it's a lie?"

  Black sneered and asked:

   "Did you get lost in the teleportation? Did you get the Strommkar Emperor's Sword after a fantastic night? Did you promise Azshara will reshape the Empire of Man with her own hands?

   Then please tell me, apart from the fact that the story I taught you is a little bit exaggerated and the details are "slightly" polished, is there any point that you are lying and deceiving?

Even if your people finally believe your story, turn your story into a proud legend in endless time, and finally shape the legend passed down from generation to generation into a myth that belongs to human beings, what does all this have to do with you? ?

   You just told a white lie, didn't you?

  Trust me, your people and your descendants will love the story I tell you more than you dry up telling the truth that tonight is no fun at all.

   They will be proud of your lies, they will eventually believe in your divine right of monarchy, they will finally unite firmly by your side, and send you to the throne of the emperor with their own hands!

   Even if you sent Shaw to the Light's Hope Chapel to steal things, Old Fao will willingly help you hide the price that this human empire must pay if it wants to rise.

   He will even help you deliver your fantasy epic by himself, and will do his best to help you perfect all the loopholes in your story. Eventually, your story with Lothar will be written into the canon!

   Countless people will grow up reading the stories I wrote for you, and countless people will regard you and your empire as the only destination in their lives! Both your father and your adoptive father will be proud of what you have done with your own hands.

   Even if it turns out that it's all just fiction, people will definitely give up the truth and choose to continue to follow you.

  It all started when you asked a prophet a hundred times smarter tonight how an empire should be born, and it all started when you made up your mind to tell your story.

   I've said it all here, do you still need me to continue to describe it for you? "

  Black took off his pipe, looked at Varian Wrynn, who was already dumbfounded, and whispered:

   "The only problem with Lothar is that when I told him all this, he chose to refuse, and he chose to stick to the final destination of an idealist.

   I don't comment on whether he's doing the right thing.

  I just want to tell you that what you want, the foundation of the empire that countless people want is built like this! No empire in history was born from the harmony of sacred prayers and singing and dancing hand in hand. "

  The pirate chuckled.

   He reached out and stroked the Emperor's Sword on Varian's back, and he whispered:

   "No one is asking you to be a bad guy, Varian, but the Light didn't teach you anything, I taught you, so if you fail in the future, don't put the blame on me.

Oh, right.

  I warn you as a prophet, Varian, if you make up your mind, hurry up. You're not one of those idiots who take my warnings on deaf ears, you should know that demons are real.

   And they are coming soon. "

After   , Black took a few steps back and disappeared into the darkness in front of Varian. As he was leaving, he said to the young king who stood up:

   "I won't call you a child king in the future, because I think you should grow up. This is cruel to you, but fate will always choose some people who are destined to do great things, and give them constant tempering.

  Trust me, Varian.

  After your destiny was changed by me, your so-called pain and loss are nothing compared to what you will endure in your original destiny.

   Maybe it is because of my intervention that you become so lacking.

   Anyway, good luck, High King. "

After   Black disappeared, General Carl, who was on guard on the coast, also carried his battle axe to leave, but after leaving, the stoneborn general looked at Varian up and down, and she said bluntly in the human language she just learned:

   "Your Light is too weak.

   That kind of power is not the kindness you think, the Light is never kind. I have been involved in wars where the Light's wrath blooms, and I have seen them destroy a world with a single ray of light.

   King of men, what is your holy light for? "

   "Guard!"

  Varian resolutely uttered his Holy Oath of Light, only to be ruthlessly ridiculed by General Carl.

General    Stoneborn laughed and said:

   "Then you are an idiot! Because even a stranger like me has seen it, you are a roaring lion of the Holy Light, and there is only one thing you should do!

   Go fight!

   Go fight!

   To destroy!

   Go punish!

  You can't even defeat the enemy, so your protection is meaningless, because the weak are not qualified to protect anything. "

   After saying that, General Carl also fluttered his wings and disappeared into the night sky.

   She told Varian that these secrets of the Light were not to bless him, her purpose was simple, she wanted to see Varian become a qualified Warrior of the Light.

  Only in this way can he bring more deaths to the endless greatness of the Great Emperor. Countless deaths.

   Varian did not leave this desolate shore until dawn rose when the young king rose from the extinguished bonfire, and took from his bosom an exquisite compass box.

   It was a gift from his wife.

   He opened the box and there was a magical portrait of his child on it.

Vari comfortably stroked the portrait, and the corners of his mouth curved into a gentle smile. In the early morning light, the young king took out the photo of his son, put it on the corner of his mouth and kissed it lightly, put it in his close pocket, and then Stroking his heart, he held it as if he was holding something, and put it into the compass box cautiously.

   In the next instant, he threw the compass to the sea in front of him, watching it disappear into the waves.

   Then he turned and left in the morning light.

   From this moment on, he will become a liar, he will shape an empire based on lies, and he will make becoming an emperor as his goal in life.

   Then, farewell.

  My weakness and kindness.—

   "Quack?"

The early riser was swimming with his murloc pirates around the bottom of the sea, driving a large group of fish for hunting and combat training. The murlocs were enjoying themselves, but their leader was suddenly hit by a piece of What came down hit the head.

   The little fishman grabbed the thing angrily and planned to throw it out.

   But it was quickly attracted by the delicate compass in his hand

  Wow, baby!

   It looks like a magical compass with magic.

   Looking at the shape and sophistication, you know that it is worth at least a few thousand gold coins! Have you been beaten in the head by thousands of gold coins?

  Bumblebee croaked and opened the compass, which was empty except for a groove for a photo.

  The little murloc was instantly happy, it took out a majestic magical photo of itself from its luggage and stuffed it in, and very preciously hung the compass around its neck.

  As a pirate captain, you should have your own magic compass.

  I am so lucky today!

   (end of this chapter)