Azeroth Shadow Trail

   Chapter 1517 150. Those who know how to ask for help from the wise are the real wise men - Jia Geng [425]

   "I've seen it before, right here in Dalaran, and I was there in that battle. It was the first real battle I've had as an adult."

   When stepping into human territory from Eversong Forest, Vereesa Windrunner, who was riding on a beautiful pink combat chocobo, looked curiously at Varian Wrynn beside him.

   To be precise, he was looking at the Sword of the Emperor Stromkar, who was wrapped in clothes by Varian and tied tightly behind his back with a sash.

   Windrunner girl whispered with a nostalgic tone:

   "I learned a lot in that war, and I believe that you also learned valuable wisdom from that war. My mother often said that it was those unforgettable pasts that shaped us."

   "Yes, we are all created characters, on a stage that we did not choose, performing a script that we could not choose, and calling it our life."

   Varian smiled.

   He rode a white Quel'dorei warhorse that Vereesa had brought for him, to show his nobility.

   But today's Varian is somewhat melancholy like a poet. He looked at the hill where the Quillings hut was located in the distance, and said softly:

   "Unfortunately, I was a terrible actor in the past. I have never understood what the people I respect and love taught me with their lives."

   "Please don't say that, Your Majesty Varian."

  Beside Vereesa, the Archmage Ronin, who was slowly driving the magic carpet forward, touched his fiery red beard, and he said seriously:

   "Although I'm a little talkative, and I haven't experienced much, but from what I've seen and heard in various kingdoms, the Storm Kingdom ruled by you is undoubtedly the most potential human kingdom.

   Your country doesn't have that much rotten taste, and now you have the Sword of the Emperor Stromkar like fate, which seems to be destined for the rise of the Stormwind Kingdom.

  You will definitely become a very legendary ruler in the future, and you were born in the same era, and it is undoubtedly our luck to witness your legendary story. "

   "Uh, I remember you weren't such a talkative person before, Master Luo Ning."

  Varian said in surprise:

   "The last time I saw you in Dalaran, you were very taciturn. Is it because of the nourishment of love that you chose a more positive and better attitude towards life?"

   "It's not."

  Ronin shrugged, he looked at Vereesa tenderly, and said:

   "I'm just learning, like a very dangerous guy, if I can win the goodwill of others with words, maybe it will save me and my lover from unnecessary threats.

   Besides, what I just said was not flattery.

   I really thought so. "

   "Good study, don't study it next time."

  Variant's face suddenly stiffened.

   Obviously, he knew who Ronin was "learning".

The group moved very fast. Under the **** of a team of elite rangers, Varian came to the Quillings hut in the afternoon. He saw the Grand Duke Bolvar, his loyal servants Shaw and King Dalene.

   He also knew why they came.

   jumped off the war horse, winked at the three, and walked to another woodland with the Emperor's Sword on his back.

   The existence of this sword cannot be revealed yet, maybe it can be revealed when meeting with His Majesty Lothar, but the land of the northern border is too far away from the Kingdom of Stormwind, and Varian cannot take the risk.

One encounter with   Lothar is enough.

Vereesa and Ronin wanted to follow, but before they could act, they saw a black and white-boned falcon hovering and falling. Emblem of the Demon King.

   When she saw the emblem, Veresa was taken aback.

   She grabbed Ronin and turned around and ran.

But before she ran a few steps, she was stabbed at her feet by a sharp arrow wrapped in a dark shadow. Little Windrunner was about to cry. She turned around with a stiff neck, and saw an armored magic blade. Leopard, General Lyresa with a longbow of lingstrings was walking towards her.

   "Mom, I."

   Vereesa tried to explain, but was interrupted by Windrunner's mother waving.

   She said indifferently:

"I learned from your second sister about your various rebellious behaviors after I left home, including but not limited to moving out of the Windrunner Tower and running to a dangerous cursed place to live with a spellcaster named Ronin, He also stubbornly resisted your eldest sister's order, claiming that your relationship with Ronin has my permission.

   Then, my rebellious daughter.

  Your poor mother may have caused me to suffer from amnesia because of death, please tell me, when in the world did I allow you to be with a human being? "

   Little sister Vereesa, who was almost crying when she was questioned by Windrunner's mother, covered her face, and she said in a crying voice:

   "I know I'm wrong, Mom, I've been writing to you to explain this, but you haven't written back to me, I thought you acquiesced."

   "Doesn't my lack of reply mean I disagree?"

  The fire of the soul in Windrunner's mother's eyes was beating, and frost spewed from her mouth when she spoke, which represented her unhappy mood at this time. As for Ronin.

  The terrible pressure from the mother-in-law left the young mage thirsty.

   He tried to learn Black to tell a few jokes to ease the awkward atmosphere, but was glared by the Banshee King, almost freezing his soul.

  Damn it!

  My mother-in-law wants to kill me, the kind of eyes that want a knife alone can't be hidden, so how can I survive the anger of my mother-in-law?

   Online etc.

   is very urgent.

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   "Hahaha, look at that stupid Dalaran dog, he dares to come to see his mother-in-law without a gift, isn't this courting death?"

   On the periphery of Quel'lings' hut, a smelly pirate disguised as an ordinary Quel'dorei Ranger was leaning against a tree, drinking wine and watching the internal affairs of the Windrunner family in front of him.

   This guy likes to watch the fun the most.

   But soon, Black saw the trouble.

   Because he found out that Princess Calia Menethil was leading the little idiot of Arthas to the tent of the prophet Velen, who was invited by Fao to witness the meeting.

  Looking at Her Royal Highness's frowning brows, she probably encountered some trouble and needed to find a prophet for answers.

  Fortune-telling when you are in a bad mood, this is normal.

   But Black just felt that this matter should have something to do with him, so he put away the jug, coughed a few times and walked over there as a patrol.

   He dropped a gnome radio by the tent and began to overhear the conversation between Prophet Velen and Princess Calia Menethil from a safe distance.

   Then, he put on a bad look.

   At this time, in the tent where the draenei incense was lit, Old Velen smiled and looked at the sad-faced human princess in front of him. He felt the filling of the Holy Light from the princess.

   There is no doubt that Her Royal Highness, the princess with outstanding temperament and dignified appearance, is also a Light Walker.

   "I heard from my brother Fao that you were one of his best disciples."

   Velen said mildly:

   "It turns out that the Menethil family's bloodline is very good, and your younger brother also walked the path of the Holy Light. However, I can feel your mind like a mess of thoughts.

   Have you encountered any problem that bothers you? "

   "There are indeed many problems, but only two of them are beyond my ability to resolve, Lord Prophet."

   Princess Calia Menethil was as beautiful as the last time she met Blake, even thinner, and by human standards, she was already in the top-notch category.

   After all, she is a woman who can be valued by Deathwing, and there is absolutely no need to question her appearance.

  You can question the mind of the destroyer, but you cannot question its aesthetics.

   However, it was probably due to the long-term pressure that caused Princess Calia's mental state to be not very good, which always gave people a feeling of depression.

   But it gave her already excellent temperament a melancholy "sick beauty" feeling.

   She remembered Fa'ao's advice, and decided not to keep her doubts in front of this alien prophet. She let out a long sigh and looked at Velen's kind and wise eyes.

she says:

   "The first thing is about my country. My brother was originally the heir to this country, but his fate has suffered waves and shocks, and I have to stand in front of the stage.

   Just the other day I had a long talk with my father and my brother.

   He made it clear that he rejected Menethil's throne, and he was not even willing to accept the dukeship given by his father. He said that he wanted to be a greater being than the king.

   He said that the king would only fight for his own people, but he would fight for all mankind and the world.

  I admire my younger brother, but I cannot have confidence in myself as the heir to the country. I don't know if I can shoulder the hopes of this country while my father is getting older. "

   "Well, many heirs of civilization have such self-doubt."

   Velen stroked his beard and said with a smile:

   "But you're way better than most if you can face your self-doubt, you know where the problem is and you're trying to fix it.

  You have a strong heart, Princess Calia.

  The shadow of the past is still shrouded in your heart, but I see that you are not bowing your head to the past, but asking yourself to keep moving forward. You are stronger than many men.

   However, I also know that just such comfort is not enough to give you confidence, and Fao recommends you to find me probably because I hope I can spy on the future for you.

   This is a risky act, kid.

   But I am willing to take a risk for the hope of a country. "

  The Prophet took out his purple Soul Song crystal, he suspended the crystal in the air, he held the upper half of the crystal, and said to Calia:

   "You can see those fragments of the future through your own eyes, but I want to remind you, Calia, that peeping into the future is a very risky act, and you must accurately distinguish the real and the unreal from the countless futures.

  The methods that can answer your questions may bring you more doubts. If you are willing to take risks, then contact this crystal, and I will show you the infinite possibilities of the future. "

"Um!"

Her Royal Highness Princess    did not hesitate, she reached out and touched the bottom of the crystal, she said:

   "I've been tormented by this question, and I'm willing to take the risk to see if my future self can be a good ruler, even if it's just one possibility of countless futures and that's enough.

  I need a little confidence to support me on this path I never imagined.

   Please begin, Your Excellency the Prophet. "

   Velen nodded. The next moment, he closed his eyes and began to spy on the thread of future destiny. Under his guidance, Calia also closed her eyes.

   Her will seems to have entered a kaleidoscope-like world, and there are hundreds of jumping scenes in front of her at the same time, showing her countless possibilities for the future.

   That is progress from the past to the future, not overnight.

  The countless futures that extend from the beginning of Princess Calia’s birth are like a cobweb, showing her the infinite possibilities that exist in her.

   She was a little dizzy.

   She saw herself who died in an accident when she was a child, and she saw the fate of her own existence without the birth of her younger brother. She also saw the tragedy of marrying Deathwing and dying tragically in a dragon fire in the night.

   That's all her.

   Her in countless timelines.

   She tried hard to make herself see these things clearly, but there were too many possibilities, which soon overwhelmed Princess Calia, so she skipped the process of growing up and planned to look to the future.

   Just when her idea was born, the kaleidoscopic fragments of the future shattered like soap bubbles, leaving only a limited number of possibilities.

  The most conspicuous thing is that she, who has turned into an undead, stands in the throne room of the completely destroyed and ruined city of Lordaeron under the wrap of holy light. There are countless ragged undead in front of her kneeling to her and allegiance.

   That is a terrible future.

   But in that future, Calia sees herself as a ruler accepted by the people, and there are "surprises"!

  Beside her, who is the pale lady and the queen of the undead, stood a familiar undead in a tattered navy suit, with gray-blond hair and a navy three-cornered hat.

   That's Blake!

   Posthumous Black, or Drake, who maintained a close relationship with himself, stood together on the throne, and he called himself "The Pale Lady's Warrior".

This.

   This seems to represent that Calia's future destiny has nothing to do with Blake.

   She thought this was just a possibility, so she looked to the other side of the future fragment.

   In that clip, she was sitting in the gorgeous palace wearing a king's robe, holding a lovely child and receiving congratulations from ministers and generals.

   And in this future, just behind his throne, Blake, who is also wearing a prince costume, is looking at the mother and son with gentle eyes.

   Damn!

not like this!

   Princess Calia shook her head, allowing herself to look at the third destiny.

   As a result, the picture she saw this time made her almost faint.

On a pirate ship, Blake greeted the storm with open arms, howling that he was the king of the world. Behind him, Calia, who was also wearing shameless pirate underwear, hugged her captain and her own captain with satisfaction. husband.

   The two laughed in the wind and waves.

   As wild as it is, it does see that intimate connection.

   She continued to watch.

   But in every future that belongs to her, there is a Blake haunting her like a ghost. In the end, the princess gave up, she took the initiative to withdraw her fingers and covered her face.

she says:

   "Please don't tell anyone about my fate, Lord Prophet."

   "Uh, I'll keep it a secret."

   Lord Velen was also surprised. He also saw the fate of Princess Calia. He really did not expect that the bond between His Royal Highness the Princess and that **** Blake was so deep?

   These two are destined to be bound together as long as they have a future.

   And the Prophet probably guessed what Princess Calia's second troubling question was. He felt that he didn't need to answer it. The vision of the future had proved everything.

   "Every future that belongs to me has Blake by my side. I thought the dreams I had were just a boring joke, but now it looks like it's really my future.

  I will convince myself and accept it bravely. "

  Princess Calia stood up, tried to calm herself, then said goodbye to the Prophet, turning around and trying to leave the tent.

   But the next moment, the tent curtain was pulled open.

  The blank-faced Blake stared at the panic-stricken Princess Calia. He looked at the beautiful face in front of him, stretched his voice, and said quietly:

   "You just said, what are you going to accept bravely?"

   (end of this chapter)