Azeroth Shadow Trail

   Chapter 1699 67. Mingren don't speak secretly, I need you to spread your charm and seduce Kil'jaeden!

  Black slept very badly that night.

   I had a lot of weird "dreams" in the first half of the night, and in the second half of the night, in order to relieve the pressure that those **** dreams had brought on myself, I tossed with Sefir until dawn.

  Well, don't get me wrong, the captain and first mate were just playing cards until dawn.

   After all, with Blake's "tortured" body, he has a will and a powerlessness.

   Early the next morning, Blake, who had half of his face covered with notes, yawned and walked out of the captain's room, only to see the trio of warlocks who had been gambling all night and Reid Zhengmingjin retreating.

   The three warlocks each carried a large bag of chips in their hands, all with joy on their faces, while Reid's expression of pain seemed to be lost.

   But how shrewd is the Warchief in this kind of stealing?

   Although he lost money.

   But looking at the way he and the Warlock trio were hooking up, it was obvious that they took advantage of the opportunity to lose money to get into a relationship with these three guys with growing strength.

   Well, this should be considered a form of bribery, right?

  Ha, such a good thing has no part in it?

  Blake took off the note from his face and glared viciously at the four gambling dogs, who were very well-behaved and sensible and took part of their chips to honor the captain.

   This made the pirate's face brighten.

   "Go, invite Old Man Velen to the command module and say I have something to talk to him about."

  The pirate kicked the smug Evil Eye, and the latter immediately nodded and bowed and ran towards the draenei's barracks on the ship, before even wiping the shoe prints on his buttocks.

  The other three people were sent by him to go down to the deck to check the armament, and to count the armament on the ship.

  At the same time, see if there are any pirates who are slacking off.

   In Blake's original words, the guy who dares to fish under such terrible circumstances is no longer an ordinary dereliction of duty, and he must punch hard.

   If you catch it, hang it up on the spot and fight!

   Until no one else dares to fish.

   After doing all this, Black hummed the pirate song and staggered into the command cabin with his hands on his back.

   It was already busy here. Anne Bonn was sitting in the command chair wearing a captain's suit. A group of dwarfs were running around reporting various parameters beside her, and a special navigation team was calculating the voyage.

   Looking down from the observation deck on the bridge, Black found that they had reached the border of Krokuun after a night's voyage, and further ahead was the sea of ​​fel magma covering the broken world.

   They will then cross this sea of ​​scorching at the fastest speed and reach the border of the Antoran wasteland before the demon fleet is dispatched.

   Considering that this ship may be sunk by the sudden appearance of the demon starship at any time when it crosses the sea of ​​magma, so theoretically, the pirate’s voyage this time can be regarded as pinning his head on his belt.

   As for Krokuun

   There is no need to worry.

  Life Titan's tree of life is left there, her majestic breath envelopes the entire broken earth, she will sense the appearance of the demon starship in advance, and the Iron Legion's defense is not afraid of the bombing from the sky.

   With the black technology anti-aircraft gun made by Ulduar, if the demon starship dares to lower its altitude to the atmosphere, it will definitely be smeared by the light cannon.

   The deceiver seems to know this, so instead of sending its own fleet to continue raiding Krokuun, it sent a large army to harass Mac'Aree.

   The cunning Kil'jaeden hoped that the anti-magic coalition would focus on that, but Black and his party had already seen through the tricks of the deceiver, and they were also old suspects in Mac'Aree.

   The final battle between the two sides is bound to take place in the Antoran wasteland, an area dominated by demons.

   In terms of the quality and quantity of demons over there, this action is like a suicide attack.

   In addition to the beheading battle, there is still some hope, but if you really want to line up the frontal attack of the army, even if there is a steel army as the main coalition, there will be no **** left.

   It's really like the bad joke that Blake told before. If you want to defeat the legion in the Antoran wasteland, each soldier of the anti-demon coalition must hack to death at least 2,000 demons!

   Least!

   But the good news is that the pirate has a "King Bomb" in his hand that can play an effect at any time, and he is now eager to play this card.

   "Blake, are you looking for me?"

   The old prophet quickly came to the command cabin with his Savior's Scepter. Usually, the prophet would pray every day at this time, but after all, the war was important, and Velen was not so particular about it.

   In the end, this war on the Argus world means something completely different to other people and to the draenei.

   "Yes, I have something very important to tell you, Your Excellency."

  Black invited Velen to come up on the observation deck of the second-floor bridge in the command module, and winked again to let the others leave room for the two of them to talk secretly.

  Before the conversation started, the pirate took out the Staff of Toure Narudaobia from the luggage, handed it to the surprised old prophet, and said:

   "This was accidentally discovered by the Holy Light Legion when they were cleaning up the Temple of Void Light. It is said to be the relic that you left there when you escaped from Argus.

  Zera told me to return it to you before the great sacrifice. I originally planned to take the opportunity to extort it, but considering that Zera died so tragically, so forget it.

   It's cheaper for you this time. "

   "Thank you, Black, the Staff of Toure means a lot to the draenei."

  The Prophet reached out and took the staff handed over by the pirates with nostalgia and emotion.

   He stroked the holy staff with warm holy light in his hand with a sigh, and his fingers touched the shining Naru emblem at the top of the staff, and he whispered:

"This holy rod was the symbol of holy light in the world of Argus, it represented all the beautiful characters that oppose darkness. I still remember that in that world named Chagall, my best disciple Aspen Kara holds the epic of fighting demons with it.

   She and her seventy-seven brothers fought a hundred times their demons on the shattered star in order to cover the retreat of the people, and that day I saw a blazing sun erupt on that apocalyptic world.

   That was the last blessing my disciples left to the people.

   This staff, handed to her by me, returns to the draenei society, and will surely bring the courage and blessing of Askara back to our hearts.

  Thank you, and thank you for the gift of the Mother of Light. "

   "Well, yes, you really should thank her, and we should all be thankful for Zera's sacrifice."

  Black yawned and agreed insincerely, and then he watched Velen put his staff into his luggage before he started talking about business.

He says:

   "The good news is over, it's time for the bad news.

   I'm not hiding from you, Prophet, I need you to take a group of warriors to Mac'Aree to sit in while we advance into the Antoran Wastes. The demons have been ramping up there these days, and they seem to be assembling there to destroy our logistics base.

   There is important!

   even more important than the front lines in the Antoran Wastes"

   "Blake, I'm a prophet, I mean, you can speak your mind in front of me without going around the bush."

   Velen sighed.

  The leader of the draenei looked out at the boundless sea of ​​fel magma in the distance, and he whispered:

   "You don't care about the outcome of McLaren's war, anyone with a strategic eye knows that place is just a trick used by both us and the demons to paralyze each other.

   The real decisive battle is bound to take place in Antorus, the Burning Throne. And you want me to go to Mac'Aree to sit in town to lure Kil'jaeden from its throne? "

"um, yes."

  The pirate nodded calmly. He winked his eyes and complimented:

   "There will be problems with whoever you send there, but you're the only one that's best when you're old.

  I can be sure that even if we reach the Burning Throne and touch the Titan Soul, as long as you show up in Mac'Aree, the deceiver will leave the battle desperately and go to 'meet' with you.

   Allowing that guy to deploy troops in the Demon Fortress is a terrifying threat to anyone, and we need to keep it out of the Demon Command before we go to war.

   But you can't show up in Mac'Aree, I mean, show up at a critical moment and always catch the fraudsters off guard. "

   "That being said, I can indeed understand the significance of your arrangement for victory."

   Velen gave Black a strange look, and the 30,000-year-old old prophet sighed and said:

   "But you can't hide the malicious smile on your face, Blake, you nasty **** is just looking forward to seeing the intricate relationship between me and Kil'jaeden explode at the last moment.

   is like taking the most painful feeling in my heart and exposing it to everyone's eyes, in order to enjoy the evil pleasure of snooping on the taboo. "

   "Yes, yes, you are so accurate."

  Blake clapped his hands and stopped pretending, and said with a malicious pouting:

   "That's what I thought, and I know that you always know how to choose, you know what to do is right, for our victory in Argus, I know that you will definitely complete this task of seducing the enemy perfectly.

  I have no doubts about that.

   My only question is, when you and Kil'jaeden really meet again in Mac'Aree, will you be able to defeat the big demon who has a complicated relationship with you and is passionate about you?

  Or I put it another way, can you go ahead? "

   "Kil'jaeden is a great demon infused and shaped by Sargeras himself, and its evil power is far beyond imagination."

   Velen did not hide his inadequacies, saying:

"In the face of it that is countless times stronger than before, I have no certainty of victory, but I will hold it back, even if it costs my life, I will definitely trap Kil'jaeden in the corner. In the ruins of Mac'Aree.

   Until you save all the Titan Souls, until you win the war in the Antoran Wastes. "

  Black didn't care about Velen's determination.

   But he invited the old prophet here, not just to hear Velen express his resolve, he wanted to hear more, so he looked at Velen with expectant eyes.

  The old prophet didn't want to talk to him.

   He knew how gossip and how evil this pirate was in his heart, but considering that the brutal war after being separated here might not have a chance to meet again.

   So Velen hesitated, and finally said:

   "If I can't come back, if I'm unfortunate enough to be buried on the earth in my hometown, Blake, I hope you can do something for me. It's something only you can do and I dare not entrust anyone else."

   "You say that I have always been very generous with the ultimate wish of the brave to die."

  The pirate blinked and listened.

  The Prophet didn't hide either. He glanced around and said in a low voice:

  " is about my son

   is the 'Rakish' who was sent by the Burning Legion to assassinate me during the war at Karabor Temple. He was adopted by Kil'jaeden after I escaped from Argus.

   Out of hatred for me, the deceiver instilled terrible thoughts in my son, it turned my son into a real devil, and it always knew me so well.

   It knew what to do to cause me the most pain and to suffer horribly.

   I should have sent Rakish to trial after the war on Draenor for what he has done terrible to my people over the past 25,000 years.

but I

I."

   "No need to explain, Prophet, I can understand the complex feelings."

   Seeing the embarrassed look on Velen's face, Black waved his hand "sympathetically" and said hypocritically:

   "In addition to being a prophet, a leader, you also have a fatherhood.

  You have been suffering from the suffering of your wife and children and turned this pain into protection and devotion to the people. To be honest, this makes me even a bad pirate.

Do not worry.

   In the event of your misfortune, my fleet and I will gladly shelter Brother Rakish.

  If he wants, I can arrange a 'cosmetic surgery' or something for him to start a new life in Azeroth with a new identity.

   Don't worry about the evil thoughts he was indoctrinated. "

   Black snapped his fingers and said:

   "As we all know, the Void Force is a professional counterpart in the field of curing such intractable mental illnesses. In fact, I hope that you will survive, so that I can personally return a good cured child to you.

  Besides the trivial matter of Rakish, do you have anything else to say before you go on this important mission that is close to death? "

"Have!"

  Villen glanced at Blake, who was holding his pipe, and said:

   "Just last night, the fluctuations of fate seemed to be extraordinarily active, and I made a prophecy for you with the gift of fate, Blake."

   "Oh? Free?"

  The pirate raised his brows, and he pouted and said:

   "If it's a fee, I won't listen to it. I've been out of pocket recently."

"I'm serious."

  The Prophet caressed the Soul Song Crystal in his hand very seriously, and he said to Black:

   "I saw in the prophecy that you are planning a dangerous operation, and you are preparing to perform the actions you have done countless times in Azeroth on the land of Argus.

   You are trying to change your destiny again in this strange world.

  The most important thing is that this time, you are not sure of winning! "

  The pirate pursed his lips, he breathed out a smoke ring, looked at the Prophet, and said:

   "Then what advice will the Prophet give me?"

   "I have no advice for you, Blake."

   Velen shook his head and said:

   "Because I also couldn't see the ending of the prophecy, there are forces interfering with me to see the ending in advance, but I can sense that you will be very painful.

   This is an option.

  You choose one and lose the other.

   But it's not just about giving you choices, there are a lot of fates entangled with you and they all react to it, it's too complicated.

  With my experience in prophecy, I can't figure out the context at all.

   But the only thing I can be sure of is that no matter what you choose, your story will not end in my hometown. "

   "You mean, no matter what I do, I won't die here?"

  Black raised his eyebrows and said:

   "Your Excellency the Prophet, do you know what you are saying now?"

   "I know, and I can be sure of that."

   Velen said confidently:

   "No matter what you plan to do, whether you do it or not, you will never die here, because I see the background of you moving on through the mire of pain and the mountain of despair.

   Of all the prophecies in my lifetime, none has been as clear as what I saw last night.

   You'll keep going, Blake.

   The war with demons will not be your end.

  This may mean that you have a plan for all possible endings, which is also in line with the image of you in my mind that you have no plans. "

   "Aiya, your compliment is getting higher and higher, and I'm embarrassed."

   Black laughed and waved his hand.

   He watched Velen leave, and when he turned his head, the pirate's expression fell into thought, and he felt that he had to meet Zul.

  If he and Velen both made predictions last night, then maybe he could piece together more truths from Zul.

   (end of this chapter)