Azeroth Shadow Trail

   Chapter 1748 116. Because of love, gods fall into mortals

   Queen Azshara is truly a benevolent and generous ruler.

In order to show the dignity of the Second Elf Empire, she even thoughtfully prepared "beautiful clothes and beautiful clothes" for her subjects to meet the Creator, all the nobles that the Naga temporarily found from the corners of Nazjatar. The robe, and part of it came from the "donation" of Her Excellency Black, the Queen's favorite.

  These elf-style robes were assigned to each leader, and even the old cow who was recovering from a serious injury was assigned a set of the largest noble robes.

And the dwarf king Gelbyn Mekkatorque, who was still bandaged on his head, was given the smallest robe of course. The peculiar design once made the dwarf king think that it was a "clothing for the pet dogs of the elves." ".

  This strange gift and request made the leaders on the scene look at me, I look at you, and everyone hesitated to change into these clothes.

   The first to break the silence was Crown Prince Fao.

   The old man shook his head, picked up the elf sacrificial robe in his hand, and walked to the back to change into this clothes. He whispered to the surrounding dwarves and humans who were complaining constantly:

   "If you can get the Deep Sea Empire as a powerful ally just by playing some role-playing games with Her Majesty Azshara that she enjoys, then I don't think we should refuse.

   Ladies and gentlemen, think of the warriors who died on the battlefield!

   Compared to their noble dedication to the world, what we have to pay to win is nothing but a small face. "

   "What's more, my honorable queen has no interest in directly intervening in the administration of various countries. All she needs is superficial obedience."

  The elusive Black appeared beside the crowd, but he didn't wear the elf robe, because the pirates didn't plan to follow these people to meet the Titans.

   What is his status now?

   Even if you go there, you can’t use the word “visit”, at most it counts as “drop-in”.

  Blake was smoking a pipe, putting one hand on Varian's shoulder and the other on Red's arm. He winked at the leaders around him and said:

   "So, just give her superficial obedience, just to satisfy the ultimate pursuit of a poor girl who has been orphaned for 10,000 years for the game of playing house.

  You are all saviour heroes, it makes no sense to even refuse to play with a little girl, right? "

  The pirate's statement made Muradin, who was originally unhappy, cover his stomach and laugh out loud, but the wound caused the dwarf to grin in pain.

  Reid started to undress on the spot without any psychological pressure.

   "But everyone, you have to keep one thing in mind."

  Black, retreating into the shadows, said:

   "Surface loyalty deserves only superficial rewards. If you desire more, you have to give more. Be careful when dealing with my majesty, who never rules the country by her charming appearance.

   His Majesty Varian should have a deep understanding of this.

   In short, I wish you a successful interview.

   Remember to praise them when listening to the hadith of the Titans. For a group of creators who have suffered terrible failures, the necessary praise can make them recover their will faster.

   And I really need them to recover asap. "

   After saying that, the pirate disappeared into a shadow floating like a dim moonlight.

Before finally disappearing, he glanced at the elves. The astrologer of Shaldore, who was a senior "Emperor", had already changed into his aristocratic robes and was admiring his current posture in front of a magic mirror. .

   Obviously, the black-skinned elf did not regard the Queen's gift as a form of humiliation, and even regarded this suit as a reward for the Queen's recognition of her own abilities.

   Kael'thas was taking off his robe, and the squire beside him replaced him with the gorgeous magic prince's elf robe.

   Little Sunstrider's face was neither sad nor happy. He thought this was something he had to do to protect his kingdom and people. Although he hated it, he did not resist.

  sss, I haven't discovered it before, but after the queen's chief maid Vashj turned into an elf form, how does her delicate profile look similar to Kael'thas' cheeks?

   Black rubbed his chin, horrific gossip rolling in his head.

   Could it be that there really were some unknown secrets between the arrogant and jealous Vashj ten thousand years ago and Dath Remar, the ancestor of the Sunstrider?

   With such a gossip mind, Black finally looked towards the night elves.

  Tyrande had absolutely no intention of wearing the sacrificial robe that Azshara sent, and Malfurion Stormrage beside her also had an expression of indifference.

  The couple, still reeling from the chaos of the country at the end of Azshara's reign, don't think the return of Azshara's empire to the world is a good thing.

  Well, it seems that if Azeroth can survive the wrath of the Dark Titan, it is estimated that in a few years, the war between the Kaldorei and the Naga will be restarted again.

   But that's a good thing.

  The pirate laughed in the shadows.

   Allowing Azshara's family to dominate is not a good future, and that terrible flaw in the Queen's character will definitely lead to bad things when she unifies the world.

   She and her empire really need to be checked.

If you count the Shaldorei who yearns for the empire but is eager to maintain a certain independent status, Quel'dorei, who is neutral and swaying from side to side, hides in the dark and backs the death camp, and rapidly expands the power of the dark kingdom of Sarin, and the future is destined. The other elven factions that will take the stage, the elven civil war in the next era will definitely be interesting.

   But it has nothing to do with him now.

   Just like other warriors in need of rest after the battle of Argus, returning to Black Shaw in Azeroth, the newly promoted god-lord also needs a quiet space to empty himself.

   He needs to plan for what's to come.

  On the coast of Mac'Aree, on the Evil of this World, which was about to return to Mechagon Island, Black retrieved the Crown of the Treasures of the Domain from the command module.

   With its departure, the strengthened Evil of this World returned to its original steel ship state in the streamer escape, which made a group of mechanical gnome crew members utter a regretful voice.

   And a few minutes later, the hatch of the lower cabin of the spacecraft opened.

   In the cheers of Princess Nagfar, who was holding the mast and screaming like a pirate, the black and gloomy ghost ship fell from the sky and plunged into the waves of the blue sea like a nimble whale.

  The Nagfar's first mate, Sefir, stood in front of the steering wheel and gave the order to set sail. The ghost sailors on the whole ship shouted their numbers and dived into the deep sea.

   These sailors are not only the veteran ghost pirates of the past, but also some warrior souls of various races who died in war and were captured by ghosts.

   Many of them have been sent into the Soul Box on the way back from the Evil of this World, but there are still some who have no worries and choose to stay on the ghost ship.

   This is a great career plan!

Especially when the captain of this ship is a god, it is clear that staying on this ship has more prospects than returning to the mortal world, of course, provided that they can't be caught by Black when they are lazy, and then hang on the mast. Beaten by the whip until the soul is broken.

   It would be a bit too unlucky if that was the case.

   In the dark and silent captain's room, Blake stretched out his hand to open the window, and the changing and gloomy light of the deep sea bloomed in front of his eyes, sketching out a familiar memory.

  Black took a step back, sat on his vulgar and gorgeous captain's chair, rubbed his pirate hat in his hands, and the pipe in the corner of his mouth was burning with hot smoke.

   In the blazing starlight, the "collectibles" visited in the collection cabinets in the captain's room were also illuminated. Those skulls, from all races and fields, were very quiet.

   They also seemed to sense that Blake was not in a peaceful mood at this time.

   As the saying goes, you only discover your true self when you are alone. The same is true for Blake, even if he is truly a **** at this time, he cannot avoid being affected by the thoughts rolling in his heart.

   A touch of darkness sneaks up.

   Like a snake in the dark night, the shadow of a pirate wrapped around him a little bit on his shoulders, and Xalatas showed his charming face in the dark.

   She put her hand into the pirate's collar from behind around Blake's shoulders, she stroked Blake's heart, she said softly:

   "Here's a piece missing, it's a pity that you left a part of yourself in Argus forever. I saw a **** weeping silently in the dark, maybe he was remembering those precious things he lost.

   You know, I've been trying to get rid of Maiev in various ways, and I think her presence is the biggest threat to our relationship.

   However, after she actually left, I realized

she is not. "

   Venerable Elder gently kissed Black's ear, and she whispered:

   "A broken heart can't fall in love with anyone. Maybe every joy we have since then is just to release our desires, without any superposition of love.

   Will you become a hard-hearted person from now on? my little master.

   After all, you no longer have a heart that beats for us.

   I'm so stupid.

   I always feel that the three of us should each occupy a third of each other in your heart, but this is not the case.

   is too stupid.

   That kind of competition is too stupid. "

  Blake was silent in the darkness, he just listened to Xalatas's repentant description, and after a few seconds, the Ancient Venerable hugged his little master tightly.

   Cold and airy tears kept falling from her eyes, slapping on Blake's neck.

   That is a deep sorrow.

   "Bring her back."

   Xalatas prayed the same and said:

   "Bring back my beloved Blake Shaw, please."

   "Not as serious as you think, my little cutie."

  The pirate stretched out his hand and pulled the ancient Venerable from behind into his arms. He let her lie down on his heart like a kitten. He stroked her hair and face, and said softly:

   "I can still feel your attachment and longing, I can still feel the light and darkness of this world, I can also feel happy because of those vulgar jokes, and I can also feel angry because of those things I hate.

   I haven't changed much.

   Don't worry about me becoming the evil gods in the story who are so cruel to life, I'm not alone, I have a lot to share with you and me. "

   "Bring her back, Blake!"

  Sefir's voice also sounded in the dark captain's room, and the first mate dragon strode forward. She stood by Black's side and reached out to take the pipe from the corner of the pirate's mouth and put it on the table.

   She reached out and raised Blake's face, she stared at those eyes, and said seriously:

   "That poor woman was waiting for you in another world, she told you and us that she wasn't afraid to wait, but that was just deceiving, no one is not afraid of being forgotten.

   She gave everything for you and you have to respond to that feeling. "

   "Ah, I will, I will act soon, as long as I deal with these last hurdles."

   Black stretched out in the captain's chair and said:

   "I'm a little tired now, I need to rest."

   "Rest? Or relax?"

Xal'atath's voice sounded in the darkness, accompanied by some not-so-dignified noises, and as the Elder Venerable straightened up in a straddled posture, she licked her lips in the darkness, and again. Leaning down and kissing Blake's heart lightly.

she says:

   "The void here is so big, maybe I can't fill it with Sefir. You're about to leave the material world, right? Little Master.

   The gods should live in the sky, and the ground is never where you should set foot.

   But there are still many people waiting for you.

   Will you give them an explanation? "

"I have no idea."

   In the deep breathing of Xal'atas, Blake stretched out his hand, wrapped Sefir's neck and pressed her lips to his neck, he whispered:

   "Perhaps you can try to fill the void in my heart, so that I no longer need to rely on devouring her feelings and attachments for a living. The problem is, my little cuties

   Can you two satisfy and delight a God?

bring it on.

   Try it. "

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  The Nagfar returned to Tol Barad Island late at night the next day, almost two months after Black had left.

  When he set foot on the land of the island, the pipe-dipping pirate moved his shoulders. He didn't disturb anyone, just like the Nar'Thalas College in the South Island.

   Walking alone in the dark night is like a ghost, and the moonlight in the sky seems to feel ashamed, letting the dark clouds block the last ray of light in the dark night.

   But when walking to the bridge connecting the North Island and the South Island, an uninvited guest got up at this moment.

   "Torim?"

  Black looked at the Storm Guardian who had shrunk in front of him in surprise. He said:

   "Why don't you go to defend the Creator, or go back to Ulduar to preside over important events, what are you doing here? Are you planning to abandon the Pantheon and switch to the Sea of ​​Light or the Kingdom of the Moon God?

Well, I really welcome a big man like you to make the right choice. There is no future if you continue to mix with the diminishing arcane force. You and your brothers should plan your professional future properly. . "

   "Please don't make such a joke, Lord Moon Shadow."

   Thorim was very free and easy at this time. This prodigal image of the Storm Guardian did not wear his own Titan armor, nor did he carry his iconic and powerful Guiding Star Warhammer Umir.

   He was clad in linen robes like a normal vrykul, without a trace of the noble embellishment of a titan guardian.

   He moved his neck and glanced at the bright moon that reappeared from the dark clouds above his head. In the place where the moonlight shone, he said to Blake seriously:

"We agreed before, Your Excellency, you need to do me a favor when I return to Azeroth after the Battle of Argus. Come, right here, let me go from a sin-ridden creation to a common man. of mortals.

   I have said goodbye to my past, whether it be glory or failure.

   I am ready for my future. "

   "Ha, is it enough to corrupt the curse of flesh and blood of the Titan Guardians?"

  Black shrugged, the moonlight above his head was once again covered by dark clouds, and in the deep night wind blowing, Black's elongated shadow began to devour everything around him.

   In the deep, murky voice of the Silence, straight into the soul, he said:

   "I can do it, it's not difficult at all, but I'm curious, Thorim, what's the main reason you want to be flesh and blood? Don't fool me with atonement or something.

  You know, it's not easy to hide your thoughts from a void god.

   It's not that I can't see it, I just want you to say it. "

"Uh"

   This question made the very brave Storm Guardian on the battlefield hesitate for a moment.

   He looked left and right and whispered:

   "You know, Lord Odin's shield girl clan has a supreme shield girl named Heya. She participated in the traditional ceremony of my family's Brunhilda clan in the previous battle to liberate Ulduar and won the victory.

   Ashamed to say, that ancient ritual was used to choose a wife for me.

   Well, for the Guardians of the Titans, a wife is more of a kind of spiritual companionship. After my Sif passed away, my heart has been stagnant.

   But what should I say, after learning about the scandal of Sif and Loken, I think I'm stupid.

   I'm a big fool.

   So I'm going to start all over again, I'm going to pursue Miss Heya as a mortal. "

  Torim shrugged and said angrily to Blake, who was holding back a smile:

   "She completed the ritual after all, didn't she? Legally, she was already my wife, but she told me that even if I was a noble guardian, I couldn't get her approval so easily.

   She would not identify a coward as her partner.

  These shield girls have their own set of very radical values, so I thought it might be interesting to start a mortal journey with this reason.

   What do you say? "

   (end of this chapter)