Azeroth Shadow Trail

   Chapter 1818 44. Despair and Hope

  Metri went away, very casually, without any worries.

   Even dashing to the point of indifference, the Great Arcanist who is so rare in Azshara didn't even give a gift to his disciples and grandchildren.

   But Black knew that the hermit was not a ruthless man, perhaps just as he himself said, he was used to being alone and seeing it as the world's blessing to a restless soul.

   He was not alone.

   He has magic and truth to accompany him, and as far as his spiritual life is concerned, he is more fulfilling and happier than ninety-nine percent of the people in this world.

   There is no need to bless him or worry about him, he just embarked on another journey.

   "What a dashing guy."

  In the woodlands of Suramar, the sun shines mottled spots of light on the ground through the ruined and disrespectful leaves. Blake watched the portal in front of him dissipate, and couldn't help but say to Ms. Blue Moon who was walking behind him:

   "Although I can't understand the way of life of the ancestor, maybe I should feel admiration? He may be the first and only real 'planeswalker' in the world, right?"

   "What did the mentor tell you?"

  Ms. Lanyue is still recovering from her injury, and even she speaks with a weakness, but she is very concerned about the last conversation between Mentor Maitrie and Blake.

   She looked at her disciple, Blake pouted and said:

   "It's nothing, some old men told me before leaving, put on more clothes and don't catch a cold, take medicine quickly when you catch a cold, it's meaningless and long-winded."

The   crumb pirate picked up his pipe, looked left and right, and said:

   "It's a stingy elder. The younger generation who met 10,000 years later doesn't know how to give some treasures as a greeting. Thanks to my service, I don't know what I'm expecting?"

   "The teacher said that he wants to complete the most precious creation in his life, and the weapon that entrusted his blessing to the world will eventually become your sword."

  Ms. Lanyue said dissatisfiedly:

   "He left you the most precious thing, are you still not satisfied?"

   "He also left his elemental friends to you through a series of clever arrangements, mentor."

  The crumb pirate squeezed his eyes and said:

"Perhaps the Scepter of Aluneis finally fell into your hands, and it was also secretly arranged by my mysterious ancestor. I don't think such a mysterious guy will be defeated by time. Maybe he will hide in ten thousand years. Watching our jokes in some nook and cranny."

   "He wouldn't do that ahem"

  Ms. Lanyue retorted, but soon covered her heart and coughed a few times. Blake shook his head and helped her to leave. He opened the void gap leading to Suramar City and whispered:

   "Look at your physical condition, it's really bad, don't you classical masters exercise your body? You are so weak after being punched by the fel lord, it's really fragile.

   I’m not bragging, the warlocks of our era were amazing. The three **** under my command were all hob meats who could resist the big **** of the abyss lord, and they could slash the fel lord with just a knife.

   Alas, I'm really not at ease with you continuing to act alone, Master, so, are you going to follow me to Zin Azali next? "

"Um?"

   Dean Lanyue looked at her disciple in surprise and said:

   "Didn't you want me to protect Ravencrest? You said he was in danger."

   "He will die sooner or later. Even by elven standards, Lord Ravencrest is already old."

  Blake pouted and complained:

   "Of course I'm not implying that you are also an old man. Ahem, I didn't mean that, I mean, maybe we ignored the opinion of the high lord himself.

   Compared to living in peace, as a soldier, he may pursue the glory and victory of the Horse Leather Shroud.

   Anyway, I changed my mind, can you help me? Master Mentor, considering that I might be beaten by Queen Azshara, wouldn't you want to watch it for yourself? "

   These words made Ms. Lanyue show a fleeting smile. She coughed a few times and said:

   "My last confirmation, Ravencrest will be resurrected in ten thousand years, right?"

   "Well, I was standing next to his coffin board and watching."

  The pirate helped the dean into the rift and said:

   "He was resurrected by your own hands. You can express your apologies in ten thousand years, but I don't think his dashing temper will complain about you.

what do you think? "

"OK then."

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  Suramar City, a thick purple magic shield shrouded the city, isolating this turbulent city from the outside world that has become very dangerous.

   The last front-line fighters who retreated under the cover of the dragon's breath returned half an hour ago. The news of the demon's collapse had spread throughout the city. At this time, the whole city was filled with joy after the disaster.

  The crowd of people in front of the Temple of the Moon came to thank Lady Elune for her protection, but there were only a few busy, dimly lit high priests in the temple to receive the believers.

  The other priests, especially the young girls, were not here, but no one blamed them, because while the battle was on the front lines, the brave apprentice priests did a great thing, and they fought their own battles in the city.

   No one asked them to do so, but it was clear that at this critical moment, Elune had given her maids enough courage and a supreme heart to save.

Maiev and Tyrande took the priests and cooperated after the shield raised to see the demons without reinforcements. Finally, the city guards had the courage to kill the flying demons that rushed into the city to make chaos, and they were still in the chaos. Hundreds of people were rescued from the urban rubble.

   This is good news.

  The bad news is that by the time the last demon was blown away by the magic of the astrologer apprentices, the entire Yongyue Bazaar had become a blazing ruin of evil fire.

  According to the tax official, this market area lived at least 600 people when it was complete.

   At present, this place has been blocked by the elites of the city led by Sir Moon County. The mages are clearing the ruins to hunt down possible demons, and the brightly armored Black Crow Guards have blocked the entrance and do not allow unrelated people to approach.

   And the priests of the moon soothed the wounded and healed their wounds.

The caliber of external propaganda has been established, and this will be "a victory for the heroic and unyielding people of Suramar to resist the demons spontaneously", but for the priests who really tried their best to save people in the flames and disasters, this is a **** victory. .

   They couldn't save those who could have lived from those tyrannical demons.

   They couldn't even get close to the burning ruins and had to wait until the evil fire burned out to drag the horribly dead corpses out of the black and ash streets.

   Although they did not participate in the battle outside the city, in Suramar City, they still saw with their own eyes how this vivid disaster took away the lives of those who were still alive and kicking a moment ago.

   At that moment, the praise of war in heroic stories suddenly seemed so pale, and the casualties of those innocent victims who only existed in the cracks of the background board of the story were so real.

   is like a gust of wind in the distance. Before it hits people's faces with gravel, no matter how cruel and good news is, it is only a story in the mouth of a bard.

   Maiev sat silently beside a burnt ruin.

   The face of the beautiful young priest was covered with black and gray, and her hair was also burnt. The quiver behind her had been shot empty, but the bow in her hand was still tightly clenched.

   As if the war is not over yet.

   She stared dumbly at the three corpses lying across the street.

It was the deceased who was found from the ruins behind her. The father at home had become a dead bone but still maintained a posture of hugging and protecting, while the wife and child who were supposed to be in his arms had gone to another world with him. .

   Maiev recognized the man.

   He is a small businessman in the market area. Every Wednesday, he sends a batch of fresh fruits to the Moon God Temple. As far as she knows, this family is all sincere believers of the Moon God.

   She was the Priest of the Moon, and she was supposed to protect them.

   She did exactly that. When everyone else went to take refuge, she, a trainee priest, rushed into the battlefield where they should not have come with her companions who might die in the fire at any time.

   She once thought she was different from those cowards.

   She thinks she has the courage and duty bestowed by the moon god.

   She tried to be a protector.

   But unfortunately, after rushing into the battlefield according to the thoughts in her heart, she found that she was nothing.

   is not a protector, a savior, or a healer. She holds a war bow and carries a sharp blade, but she can't even rush through the battle line formed by the lowest level of demon guards.

  The knowledge and tactics taught by Mr. Black stayed in her mind like an imprint, but she didn't have enough power to use them.

  If she came faster, maybe

   If it was Mr. Black here.

   "Maev!"

   Tyrande's call sounded from behind, but Maiev did not answer. She was immersed in her own weird thoughts and did not want to pay attention to the affairs around her.

  The Windtalker did not blame his companions.

   In fact, several young priests are like Maiev. They were shocked by the **** reality when they first stepped on the battlefield, even Tyrande himself.

   The battle armor remains on her body, and she should be thanked for the protection of the Moon God. The short knife stabbed by the succubus just now was a little off.

  This makes Tyrande's heart still not calm, but she is better than Maiev in that she dragged three children out of the fire with her own hands and saved them by extinguishing the evil fire with magic.

Her throat was sore, perhaps because of the hot smoke, but the apprentice priest still endured the pain and walked to Maiev's side. She followed Maiev's dull gaze, and Tyrande bit the corpse across the street. bit his lip.

   She chanted Elune's name in a low voice and drew a religious symbol of the elf in front of her. She put her hand on Maiev's shoulder and said softly:

   "The people you rescued want to see you, they want to say thank you to you in person."

   "No need."

   Maiev said hoarsely:

   "I didn't save anyone, I just... just pretended to want to be a hero, but unfortunately I'm not the Maiev Shadowsong prophesied to wipe out disaster before it hits."

   "Maev, don't be so **** yourself."

   Tyrande was very distressed when he looked at Maiev.

   She was half-kneeling on the ground, cupping Maiev's dirty face in her hands, and she pressed her forehead to Maiev's.

   she whispered:

   "You've done a great job, you were the one who led us when we were all at a loss, you were the one who inspired courage in us and those soldiers, my sister.

  The moment you first crossed the burning fire and fired arrows at the hideous demon, we knew why we were here.

   Elune would be proud of your courage. "

   "It's not enough, Tyrande, it's not enough, we can do more. If we hate tragedy, then it's time for us to stand up and stop it.

  Tears are the most useless mourning."

   Maiev closed his eyes, and two tears fell from the corners of his eyes, leaving embarrassing tears on his black and gray cheeks.

The two young priests maintained their posture of rest and prayer. Tyrande whispered Elune's prayer to calm her sister's mind, but she heard Maiev praying, but not to Elune. .

   This made Tyrande puzzled, but before she could ask the question, Maivina's delicate ears moved suddenly, she stood up suddenly, and threw Tyrande, who was caught off guard, to the ground.

   "Maev."

   Tyrande watched his sister rush into another extinguished fire behind him like crazy, picked up the curved spear beside him, and dug into the ashes.

   She thought Maiev was stimulated.

   But when she stood up, she heard Maiev shout to her:

   "Come on! Come on! Come and help, there's a voice here, I hear her. She's calling for help!"

   "Mavi, don't beg you like that."

   Tyrande's heart was broken.

  This place has been burned by the flames of demons, and nothing can be left here.

   She watched Maiev rummage through the burnt ruins, and she remembered in her mind the stories of the veterans who had survived the war but lived in nightmares all the time her mentors told her.

   She felt that Maiev must have been stimulated too much.

   She rushed into the rubble of the fire, despite the flying embers in front of her, trying to drag Maiev out, but when she approached Maiev, she also heard the faint, almost inaudible gasps and calls for help.

   "Elune is on top!"

   Tyrande fell on the dirty ashes, she stretched out her hands to clear the mess in front of her, Maiev also inserted the melted and cooled spear into the crack of the broken plank.

   The two girls worked together to lift the broken wooden board.

What appeared in front of them was the collapsed fireplace, but perhaps it was Elune who had really appeared, causing the fireplace to just support the wreckage of the wall when it fell, leaving a small "safety zone" in the corner.

   The cry for help came from there.

   "Help! Come and help!"

  Tyrande's shout came out, and soon priest girls ran over. These young girls rushed in to push the crumbling bricks away, and Maiev went in regardless of the danger.

   In the breathless waiting of the others, after a few unbearable seconds, a young girl was carried out by Maiev, and she looked like she had just grown up.

   Her body was covered with dust that had burned away from the evil fire, and her scalding arm was full of spots on the broken hunting bow.

   Those embers with filthy power almost killed the child, but a dim Elune amulet hung around the child's neck, and it was the amulet gifted from the Moon Temple that held her life.

   "Heal her quickly!"

   Maiev hoarsely shouted.

   She knelt on the ground and held the girl in her arms tightly, as if to take her back from the **** of death.

  Tyrande stepped forward regardless of the dirt on her body. She called on Lady Elune's strength, and the warm and bright moonlight gathered, like a gurgling stream pouring into the child's weakened body.

  Cinderella girls prayed silently around with wide-eyed eyes. They had never been so earnestly longing for a miracle to come.

   One second, two seconds, three seconds.

   Tyrande's hands began to tremble, and the child's breathing was barely audible.

   Maiev wanted to call that name in a hurry, but at this moment, Mr. Black's gentle voice rang in her ear:

   "That's Lady Elune's domain, he's watching here, he won't like me stealing her limelight, boo you scared her."

   Under Maiev's astonished gaze, a bright beam of light that had never been seen before gushed out from Tyrande's trembling palms.

  The bright moonlight merged into a flying crescent that covered Tyrande, leaving a crescent moon emblem on her forehead, which also caused the girl in Maiev's arms to cough hard.

   She seemed to be frightened by Maiev's breath, and struggled instinctively after waking up from the nightmare.

   Miss Shadowsong awkwardly comforted the girl in her arms, but after thinking about it, she still gestured to Tyrande with her eyes to comfort the frightened girl.

   When standing up, Maiev glanced at the hunting bow in the girl's hand and the inscription on the collar.

   said softly:

   "Shandris Feathermoon is such a brave girl, she will achieve great things in the future."

   "Maev, you."

  Tyrande hugged the terrified girl and slapped her on the back, and Elune's moonlight shrouded Windspeaker, making the child fall asleep peacefully as he smelled the warmth in her arms.

   She looked at Maiev.

   The latter smiled and nodded to her.

When the other priests looked at the miraculously rescued girl in surprise, Maiev quietly withdrew from the crowd. She took one last look at the corpse across the street, then let out a long breath and nodded to them. Then turned around and strode towards Shadowsong's ancestral home.

   She walked briskly, as if an invisible tune of encouragement surrounded her.

   In that fast-paced singing, Maiev's dirty face showed a smile, as if to run towards his own destiny.

   (end of this chapter)