Azeroth Shadow Trail

   Chapter 1751 119. Behold, the age of saints!

   "Azeroth needs us for the final battle against the Burning Legion and the Dark Titan."

   Facing Black's chaotic invitation, Raiden hesitated for a moment. He looked at the armor and weapons belonging to Odin and said:

   "If there is no guardian to fight, then"

   "Don't think too much about yourself, Lord Raiden."

  Black interrupted Ryden, blowing a smoke ring and saying:

   "The Battle of Argus has wiped out the top brass of the Burning Legion. When the Eredars left the Legion, the Dread Kings jumped back together, and the King of the Abyss was beheaded, the elite strength of the Burning Legion had long since fallen apart.

   The final battle in the future is destined to be the dark titan leading countless demons into this world.

   For those ordinary demons, the guardians are powerful but you are too few.

  The Forge of Will is overloaded and damaged and the Forge of Origination consumes more than half of the energy. Ulduar can no longer create more Iron Legions, which makes your importance greatly reduced.

   Let the guardians go to kill the demon army is also a bit overkill.

   For Sargeras, having more or less guardians doesn't make any difference at all. It's nothing more than wielding a knife one more time. To sum up, although it hurts a bit.

   But the next war will be with you all. "

  The pirate exhaled a smoke ring and said with his arms crossed:

   "As Odin said, your mission and your mission have actually ended after the Titan Soul came to Azeroth, and you have dedicated your last strength to this world.

   I think the world should be kinder to you too.

   Just as those who contribute deserve better treatment, I am willing to personally send you into this world that has always been protected by you.

   So, guardians, listen to my advice, be more dashing, okay? Just like Odin and Thorim, he lifted the heavy responsibility given by the Titans from his shoulders and lived for himself from then on.

   This is the reward you deserve. "

   Such persuasion made Raiden and the Pure Virgin beside him look at each other. The wisdom of the Great Guardian allowed him to easily capture another meaning in Blake's words.

   That bad guy wasn't deceiving them, otherwise the outpouring of malice wouldn't be so obvious.

  Lyden hesitated, then said:

   "What are you worried about? Black, why must the Guardian system be dismantled? You should know that we are harmless, and we will not have any impact on the current or future order."

   "Oh, I really won't lie now, my thoughts are almost written on my face, and I'm just like those third-rate conspirators.

Getting older.

   Even deceiving people is starting to be powerless, which is really regrettable. "

  Blake touched his cheek and pretended to make a funny expression that made people laugh, but the next moment, he became serious.

   He was holding a pipe and looked at the four guardians in front of him.

He says:

   "I know, I'm sure you are all really good people, my guardian friends, if you were the only one back here, I would instruct Garrod without hesitation to see you as truly credible allies.

   But here is the problem.

   It's not just you who came back with us this time. "

   "Titan?"

   Farodis exclaimed, and said:

   "Black, what do you mean? Are you worried that the creators will join forces with Sargeras at this last moment?"

   "No no no, I'm not worried about this, I'm worried about something more terrifying."

  The pirate narrowed his eyes and said:

   "Rather than losing a head-to-head duel, I'm more worried about having a lucky victory and then being stolen by some terrible guy.

   Of course, Madam Ionar is merciful.

   I also thoroughly enjoyed her gentle and kind approach to all things, but you know, the kind lady doesn’t dominate the pantheon.

  Kazgros is a world sculptor who wants to shape a better future, he only wants to make this world better, and Gogonus is the prodigal son of the pantheon.

   He was still very young.

  Young people are always attracted by some beautiful things and ideals, and are willing to devote their blood to it.

   This means he is well settled.

   But Norgannon and Aman'Thul are terrible threats to me, gentlemen. "

  Black puffed out the ring, took off the pipe, and played with it in his hand. He said to the guardians:

   "Odin just said that the development of this world does not conform to the perfect blueprint set by the Titans. Algalon has also personally admitted this."

   "Just because of this?"

  Mrs. Freya scolded somewhat incomprehensibly:

   "You think the creators who have just been rescued by mortals will restart the world after a possible victory because the world doesn't fit their plan?

   Are you crazy? Blake, in your eyes, there are no good people in this constellation, right? "

   "I really want to agree with you, Ms. Freya. When I have such evil thoughts, I can't wait to slap myself. How can I try to figure out the Supreme Creator with such malice?"

  Blake shook his head and said slowly:

   "But I thought later that maybe some people will express strong dissatisfaction with your speech at this time, such as those Titan worlds that were destroyed and restarted by the Star Saints.

  Algaron himself admitted that in the past, he destroyed countless civilizations with his own hands.

  So, the smart Ms. Freya might as well guess, who gave the orders to the star saints? Who gave the star saints the authority to restart the imperfect world? "

  The pirates stopped.

   In the dead air of the laboratory, he spread his hands and said innocently:

   "Of course, I absolutely believe that the creators are not ignorant of the trifles of the retribution, but I don't like taking risks, and I don't like handing my destiny into the hands of others and then grabbing it.

  I wouldn't dare to dash against the Creator Titan.

   Although their souls exude a delicious fragrance in my eyes, I can still hold back.

   They are weak, guardian friends.

   If they want to do something, they have to do it through their trusted servants, and I don’t want to completely turn against them, so I can only aggrieve you.

   I promise, okay?

  I promise that I will give you a beautiful destiny that you can choose by yourself. I will never intervene in it. Perhaps after a long time, you will be able to meet again in Ulduar in a more glorious manner.

  By then, I promise, you will be the real 'Gods on Earth'. "

   This remark made the guardians unable to utter any rebuttal words, and even Freya, who believed in the Creator the most firmly, clenched the cane of life in her hands.

   She is not afraid of the terrible future that the pirates maliciously describe. What makes her feel chills is that she does not think that Black is talking nonsense.

   She knew that with the current development of civilization in Azeroth, the situation described by the pirates might become a reality.

  As the guardians of the Titans, they can't resist the orders from the creator at all. Perhaps. Maybe Odin saw this clearly and chose to become mortals so smartly.

  The King of War does not want to put himself in the embarrassing situation of having to become a mortal enemy with the mortal warrior he favors. He would rather forget everything and start from scratch than give up his glory and persistence.

   Well, this is really something only a warrior can come up with.

   "And this is a personal grudge."

  Black pouted and said:

   "After all, you saw something you shouldn't see in Antorus. I'm a **** now, and I'm a shameless person."

   "Initiate the Lying Protocol: We didn't! We didn't see anything!"

   Our Lady of Purity immediately retorted.

   As a result, Black and the Guardians fell into an awkward silence at the same time.

   "Okay, I have said everything that should be said and should not be said. For the sake of us being friends, I will set aside a few minutes for you to have a good discussion."

  The scum pirate gave a look of "I'm very worried about your IQ" at the Pure Virgin who bowed her head in shame. He gestured to Vice-President Farodis, and the two walked out of the laboratory.

   As he left, Black turned back to the guardians and said:

   "Don't worry about Mimiron, the neurotic's irreversible damage to his thinking circuit caused him to be able to resist the God's decree by accident.

  I asked him, he had no interest in becoming a mortal, and it just so happened that he got a lot of great engineering drawings from Kingaroth, enough for him to happily study for hundreds of years.

  So the immortal guardian of wisdom will stick to Ulduar's palace, waiting for the return of his brothers.

  After you leave, the city of Titans will be permanently enclosed in the Storm Peaks until the next era that belongs to you is pushed away by your own hands.

  My saints, get ready on the eve of the new life. There is no need to worry about the demon war. I mean, since this is a trouble in the mortal era, let the mortals solve it. "

After   , Black slammed the door shut.

   On the platform outside the laboratory, the thunder and storms in the dark night have stopped.

   When Blake looked up at the sky, a bright bright moon appeared shyly from the disappearing dark clouds, projecting the gentlest moonlight on him, reflecting the reflection of the abyss behind him.

   Beside Blake, Farodis trembled as he looked at the "Eve of the Saints" recorded in his codex, he suddenly closed the codex in his hand, looked at the pirate again, and said:

   "Are you going to give the creators a slap in the face?"

   "Uh, don't be so direct, my dear vice president."

  The pirate took out a bottle of wine, bit the stopper and took a sip, then Shi Shiran wiped his mouth, and replied gently to Farodis:

   "I just swore my sovereignty, as I did on the battlefields of Krokuun, and I need to tell the creators what I mean.

  This is our site, they are just honorable guests, everyone now has a common enemy, and differences can be pressed down.

   But if they are really malicious, it's not that I can't deal with them. "

   "But they represent order"

   Farodis said in a difficult tone:

   "You reject them means we are going to fall into the realm of chaos, which may be a free choice for an individual, but a terrible fate for a world."

   "No! Farodis, you spellcasters are black and white enough!"

  Blake stretched out his hand and put his arm around Farodis' shoulders. He pointed to the brightly lit academy and the distant sea in front of him. He said:

   "Open your eyes and look here, my dear vice president, a small academy contains all the inheritances of the six forces, and the world is the same!

   Azeroth is unique among the stars, and no world has ever been more complex.

   Our world is neither order nor chaos.

   She is destined to become a microcosm of the six forces fighting each other to balance each other in the future.

   She will be the center of this sea of ​​stars! No power can dictate her future, only freedom from coercion is left to the world.

  We can obviously be independent from the disputes of the Force, why should we so easily tie ourselves to the chariot of the arcane realm? Do you really think the Creator Titan is completely flawless?

   If they are so perfect, why did Lord Sargeras kill them?

   Think about it.

   When you get the answer, you will understand how right I am doing tonight, well, I have always been right, but most of the time I am misunderstood by the ignorant.

   That's all. "

  The pirate snorted, rested his left hand on the railing of the balcony, raised the wine bottle with his right hand and poured out tons of fine wine, he said:

   "This is just a coalition, no one dominates. If there must be a dominant one, it can only be us. Let me tell you a secret.

   Even without the Titans, I can still win!

   They are just the icing on the cake.

  If they have to deal with us with the arrogant attitude of sending charcoal in the snow, then give them a good look! "

  Blake let out a horrified laughter, licking his lips and whispering:

   "Didn't you hear?"

   "Azeroth's sleeping star soul is hungry."

—

   At dawn, above the snowy fields of Howling Fjord, Northrend.

   A tall figure wearing a tattered cloak and carrying a large axe with rolling blades appeared with difficulty in the village near the Vedeva fortress near the Grizzly Hills.

Under such blizzard weather, even the bravest vrykul warriors would choose to stay in a warm room to drink and brag or fight to kill time, so the sudden appearance of a distant traveler easily attracted many hunters defending the village attention.

   "Odin is on top! That guy walked across Bear's Head Mountain! Still in this weather, he can't hold it anymore, come on!

  Go and help! "

An old hunter of the dragon-grabbing clan exclaimed when he saw the figure staggering close in the wind and snow, and the vrykul, who were respectful warriors, rushed out of the fence used to defend against beasts after seeing the scene in front of them, and supported them. That weak guy.

   They also saw three severed heads of Blasttooth bears in the rucksack behind this guy's tattered cloak, which made everyone think this strange guy was an absolute warrior.

   And he was young.

   Judging from the frozen eyebrows and beard, this guy should be at most fifty years old, and he is a proper young adult cub among the vrykul.

   But he seems to have experienced a lot, because his face covered with scars has only one eye, and the other eye is already blind, and the wound should be wounded in battle.

   "He has a child in his arms!"

   A vrykul huntress exclaimed, and they found a sleeping vrykul baby wrapped in a freshly peeled hide in the arms of the weak vrykul young man.

   The moment the child was hugged by the huntress, he began to cry loudly when he got out of the embrace of his "father".

   His cry was as majestic as a storm on a snowy night, causing the rude vrykul people around to laugh.

   They all agreed that the child with the cry of the storm would definitely achieve great things in the future, and of course, his father would definitely become a legendary warrior of the vrykul.

   The premise is that he can recover from this severe frostbite.

"What are you doing?"

On the **** of Bear's Head Mountain in the snowstorm, Vice-President Farodis, dressed in elf fur, recorded everything that happened in the Vrykul village below, and looked back at Blake, who was waving a model. A peculiar heroic battle axe and an elaborate cast iron bow.

   He seemed to plan to bury these two weapons somewhere, and it would be like a pirate looking for a treasure trove to fumble back and forth on this steep hillside.

   Hearing Farodis' question, Blake said without looking back:

   "Of course, it is to prepare the 'initial equipment' for their father and son. Although Odin said that there is no need for any preferential treatment, but everyone is friends after all, I can't let them wear a white board to challenge the maliciousness of the world, right?

  Don't bother me, I have to go and weave a legend of 'Bearhead Mountain Warrior Treasure' for the nearby vrykul. Prepare the portal, Lord Dean.

  Let's go to Kul Tiras at our next stop, and finally to Darkshore.

  Tsk tsk, Ms. Freya is really dizzy, she has to choose a half-elf, it's really a headache, do you want to take the opportunity to give Dai Lin another 'illegitimate daughter' or something?

   Well, I think this must be interesting. "

   "Quickly spare your old father."

   Vice President lamented:

   "Dai Lin has been cultivating blood mold for eight lifetimes to have a son like you, but are you really sure you want to spread the news about the coming of the saints?

   Don't forget, your sister is also a 'Saint'. "

   "Trust me, Fenna will love this story."

   Blake winked and said:

   "But you can't reveal it to her, just treat it as a recovery gift from me."

   (end of this chapter)