Azeroth Shadow Trail

   Chapter 1518 151. What? I can finally graduate? --Add [525]

   After seeing Black suddenly appearing like a ghost, Her Royal Highness Princess Calia froze in place.

   After Black asked faintly, Her Royal Highness's cheeks flushed crimson, she screamed, hugged her head and knocked Black away, and rushed out of the tent.

   In the end, I almost fell because the skirt was too long.

   This scene made the chip pirate very speechless.

Respecting women very much, he wanted to help the "Albatross" who had been released by him, but the latter screamed again, looking at Blake's friendly outstretched hand as if he had seen something to fear. He ran away with his skirt in hand.

   Judging from her vigorous movements and escaping speed, she really has the potential to become a Paladin.

   "What the **** did you show her?"

  Black looked back at the tent. The Prophet Velen just smiled without saying a word. He took back the soul song crystal that was buzzing slightly because he was close to Black, and said slowly to the pirate:

   "I promised that Her Royal Highness the Princess would never go out, you should have confidence in the promise of a prophet, but I can only say that fate is a very magical thing.

   Even I, who have lived for 30,000 years, have never seen such a wonderful future. "

   "Hey, no one cares about you playing Riddler in front of others, but you don't need to do this in front of me, right?"

  Black sighed, walked into the tent and sat opposite Velen.

   He looked at the spirited old prophet in front of him, and said with disgust:

   "Have you been in Azeroth long enough? I heard you made a trip to Zandalar last month? Was it to discuss the majesty of Light Loa with the Zandalari paladins?

   When will you return to Draenor? "

   "My people have been transferred to this world, Black, isn't it normal for me to stay here?"

   Facing the malicious expulsion of the pirates, Velen seemed very calm. He turned the Holy Light Rosary in his hand and said slowly:

   "Thanks to your excellent advice, my people have deployed Storm Fortress in the South Seas near Pandaria, where we have found several material-rich islands where we intend to rebuild our civilization.

  Panda people are very friendly and willing to help us alien visitors.

   And they are very enthusiastic, and they also sent the mighty Serpent Knights to bring us enough food for a year and all kinds of delicious food.

  My people once again felt the kindness of the world after going through a tragic time. I think the reconstruction of civilization this time will go more smoothly than the last time.

   It's all because of your proposal and planning, Blake, and it suddenly occurred to me that we draenei haven't thanked you enough for it. "

   "Well, if you really want to thank me, don't forbid the development of the Dark Sanctuary among your people."

  The pirates complained:

   "My apprentice Cerdan is struggling to recruit assassins in the draenei. I think there must be some obstruction from the upper echelons. It's impossible for a priest like you to not know the truth of the coexistence of light and shadow.

  The bitter lessons of the past have taught you that you need not only brave vigilantes and devout priests, but also those who walk in darkness to defend your people thousands of miles away. "

   "I understand, I can accept the light and shadow, but now is not the time, Blake."

   The Prophet shook his head and said:

   "The number of clansmen we have left is too small, and every healthy clan is very important to civilization.

   But I have discussed with Lord Nobleton that many of the Broken Ones are no longer accepted by the Holy Light, and they can come down and go freely under the teachings of the Dark Sanctuary.

   Especially our compatriots from Argus, who have merged with the shadows in ten thousand years of dormancy, they are the assassin power you should pay attention to.

   Of course, I know what you're talking about with me, Blake.

   We are all prophets.

   We don’t have to be so careful in our conversations. "

   Having said this, Velen stopped, turned the rosary, and said in a low voice:

   "The four **** ships, including the Exodar, are now preparing to sail in the secret dock outside Stormhold.

   They were rested and inspected by the efforts of our ship technicians, which was a very tedious process, but according to Maraad's report, we could be ready to fly into the stars in more than a month.

  The draenei are also doing their best to shape lightforged warriors, making final preparations for our return to our home planet and the war to reclaim our legacy.

  The various forces of the Draenor Anti-Magic Alliance are also stepping up preparations for an unprecedented war.

  Only the side you are responsible for.

   I mean, the mysterious and powerful titan guardians of Azeroth, I can't be sure that the warriors who are so closely associated with the titan gods are ready.

  You and I know that no matter how brave we mortals are, those titan guardians are the absolute main force in the battle of Argus. "

   "Don't rush. The things here are very complicated and need to be advanced one by one. There is still an ancient **** in the Titan Holy Land that has not been resolved."

   Speaking of business, Blake's expression became serious, and he said to Velen:

   "After tonight's meeting, I will immediately go to the North to advance the gathering of the Titan Guardians. If all goes well, it should be enough for them to complete the recovery of the Titan Holy Land within a month.

   Then, we can go to Argus.

   By the way, I had a prophetic dream not long ago, my dear prophet.

  You can think that I am drawing a pie for you, but I can actually be sure that what I see is true.

Just in my dream I returned to the ruined land of Argus, I thought it was a scorched earth, but unexpectedly, after your world was polluted by fel and torn apart, there is still a miraculous land. Maintain the fresh appearance in your memory.

  I can see the flowers blooming like brocade, and the former Mystery Academy towering bleakly on the grass-covered ground, and the seat of the consul that you used to execute the decree.

   Although the glorious place has collapsed, there is still a bit of momentum left.

  The ancient spirits roamed their homeland as though twenty-five thousand years had not affected them. "

"Um?"

   Hearing Black's prophecy, the prophet's eyes suddenly lit up.

  It has been twenty-five thousand years since the draenei people left their home planet, and the world of Argus has been corrupted by fel energy for an equally long time. No world has been able to resist the terrible corruption of fel energy for such a long time.

   In the imaginations of Velen and the rest of the draenei, their world must have been a wasteland hell, with nothing left to survive.

   But now, the pirate's words gave him new hope.

   "It's a land called Mac'Aree, and it seems to be well-protected."

  Black stood up, shook his head and said:

   "I even saw a pure lake in Mac'Aree in my dream. It was a spectacle, but maybe it was also a bait.

   What I want to ask is.

  If Argus is still inhabited, and if that world is still willing to accept wanderers to return home, will you go back to your home planet? "

   This question made Velen hesitate for a moment, and the Prophet thought about it and said:

   "It depends on what the people think, but I think, after all this time, the draenei seem to be used to day and night wandering among the stars, maybe.

   Perhaps the hometown has also become a symbol of beauty in the heart.

  Time can dilute many emotions that were once thought to be unforgettable, especially for those of us draenei who live with the Light and live almost forever.

   The past has not gone back.

   We should accept the present and look forward to the future.

   Therefore, we will most likely stay here, Blake, and we will be as grateful as you are for the gifts and gifts of this world. "

"That's good."

   This sincere answer satisfied the pirates.

   He grinned, waved and threw a golden ring seal to Velen, squeezing his eyes and saying:

   "With your words, I dare to give you this thing. The future of this world needs planning, especially after the bronze dragons leave.

   Destiny can go astray, but not the end.

   Wearing it means that we have to take on the responsibility of protecting our destiny and future, which may be the meaning of the world asking us to be prophets. "

   Velen glanced at the golden seal in his hand. He saw the pattern of the eyes that were surrounded by layers. He knew exactly what Blake meant. It was an invitation.

   An invitation only true prophets can get.

   When Velen raised his head, Blake was no longer in front of him. The old draenei hesitated and put the golden ring on his finger.

   He stood up, walked out of the tent, and looked at the quiet world in front of him with a greedy look, he thought of Argus, and thought of Draenor.

   He has failed both worlds

   He will no longer live up to the beautiful world in front of him that has open arms to them.

   Then, the fate of Azeroth, let me protect it!

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  After talking with Velen, Black and Velen were relieved and sorted out the timeline of the next big operation. They planned to leave in a leisurely manner. After the evening meeting was over, they would evacuate from the boring northern border.

But when he was halfway through, he saw Arthas in a cloak sneaking towards the temporary camp where Dalaran was located. Come.

   Hello Alsace!

   The oath taken in Draenor was bullshit, right? Haven't forgotten to talk to Jaina on this occasion?

  Look what you can!

  The stinky pirate with itchy teeth looked left and right. He wanted to wrap the sack around the little idiot and beat him, but then he rolled his eyes and decided to teach Arthas a heart-wrenching lesson.

   So he wrote a letter and threw it secretly on the table where Lady Catherine was resting.

   A few minutes later, Mrs. Catherine, who was chatting with Mrs. Jinjian and sitting at the table preparing to drink a glass of lunch wine, found the letter left to her, opened her eyes and widened her eyes.

   The pirate governor has probably been in charge of a group of pirates for a long time, which has caused her temper to become more and more uncontrollable. She touched the decorative saber around her waist and shook her head.

   This thing is a bit too fierce to take out, and it doesn't look good on her.

   "Gina! Lend me your staff."

   Mrs. Catherine got up, straightened her clothes and said something to Mrs. Golden Sword who had just picked up the wine glass. The latter gave her a surprised look, but still handed her precious Torrent Staff to Mrs. Catherine.

   Then she was surprised to see Catherine walking towards the Dalaran camp angrily with her staff in the posture of a monk holding a stick.

   After a while, Arthas screamed and ran out of Jaina's tent with his head in his hands as Lady Golden Sword watched with a glass of wine.

   was followed by Her Majesty Queen Kul Tiras who kept waving his staff and beating him.

This scene immediately caused the whole camp to tremble, but because of their identities, no guards dared to come up to stop them. Dai Lin was still talking to Varian about the Emperor's Sword, and there was no time to stop it. .

   In the end, Queen Mia rushed out and hugged the angry Queen Catherine, which gave the beaten up Arthas a chance to escape.

   Seeing Lady Catherine looking so angry, it's not hard to guess that the two stinky children must be doing something bad in the tent, such as kissing or something.

   After all, Blake's oath is bound, Arthas can't do anything else.

   "Ha, this is what happens to a disobedient stupid child!"

   Black, who was hiding on the branch, watched this scene contentedly.

   He was so happy.

  Old King Terenas is not in the mood to care about his own children. He is in the tent thinking about how to deal with tonight's meeting.

  After admiring the way Lady Catherine was chasing Arthas with a cane and beating, Blake found a place to take a nap with contentment.

   He slept until the sun went down and then stretched his body and got up. Then he saw the several gargon hounds that he had left to guard him before he fell asleep, maintaining their stone statues faithfully, but there were bloodstains left on the corners of the rocky mouths of the several hounds.

   This made the corner of the pirate's mouth twitch.

Well.

   It seems that the unlucky egg who wanted to disturb him was killed and eaten by the stone hound.

  Tsk tsk, how miserable.

  Wake up, Blake patted the heads of a few Stoneborn hounds contentedly and praised them for their good guarding work.

   Then, he staggered toward the camp that had been guarded by the Knights of the Silver Hand and the Death Knights.

   is there, tonight's Council of Kings is about to begin.

   Speaking of which, Black would also like to see a stunned young man among these kings, provoking Lothar at a meeting, and then being killed by Frostmourne on the spot.

  I don't know if I can get my wish today.

   Hey, speaking of it, I can actually use spiritual magic to interfere with the thoughts of these old guys. Anyway, Frostmourne will definitely not reject a soul that is sent to the door.

   Good idea!

   The pirate's eyes lit up, and he rubbed his hands, intending to do just that.

   But just as Black was about to sneak in and do something bad, a light cough sounded in the woods beside the pirate. Black looked back and saw that Windrunner's mother was sitting on a chair with her bow in both hands.

   The eyes under the black visor were staring at him.

   "Watch the fun, okay."

   General Liresa said in a hoarse voice:

   "Do bad things, no way!"

"Blake, you've caused enough trouble this time, just let them go tonight and give peace a chance, okay? Also, Dean Lanyue informed me that after tonight's meeting , take you back to Tol Barad."

   "Don't go!"

   Hearing this, the pirate immediately twisted his neck to the right, and said like a bear child lost his temper:

   "For those old men and women who don't talk about martial arts, I have no interest in playing with them."

   "Really not going?"

   Mother Windrunner shrugged and said:

   "I heard that Dean Lanyue is going to award you a diploma. It is said that they re-discussed what thesis and decided to pass it.

   Anyway, I don't know much about the mages. Since you're not interested, then I'll reject her? "

   "Oops, I'm just kidding."

  Blake immediately became interested when he heard that he could graduate. He turned his head and whizzed to Windrunner's mother and said to her:

   "Then let's go now? These old men and women are having the most boring meeting here. How can my graduation ceremony be important to see them wasting time?

  Come, my retainer, hold my hand, yes! that's it.

  Three, two, one!

  Let's go! "

   (end of this chapter)