Azeroth Shadow Trail

   Chapter 213 32. Ghost Story Time

Black left Dalaran, went to Lordaeron, and formed a four-person team with the Holy Light Pope, the Great Knight, and a lich, and went to the border of Tirisfal Woodland, the heart of human civilization, to "explore" .

   The place they are going is actually not far from Lordaeron.

  If you ride a horse, the straight-line distance can be reached in only three days. Sitting on a griffin is faster, but because you have to move stealthily and you have to go into the mountains, the actual speed must be much slower than the estimate.

   For this "exploration", Pope Fao made preparations in advance.

  According to the Pope's itinerary released by the Church of the Light, he should pray for up to five days at the Light's Hope Chapel in the Stratholme area for the frontline war.

   Therefore, no matter what secrets Black and Merry the Lich intend to reveal to the Pope, they must do so within five days.

  Otherwise it will cause unnecessary waves.

  The pirate at this meeting did not know that there was an ignorant girl in Dalaran who was planning to track him. But he knows, and it is estimated that there will be no special reaction.

   Because he has a headache right now.

   Someone is trying to "save" his soul.

   "You're on the wrong path."

  When Black was watching the magic book of warlocks he had just acquired, he sat beside him, wearing a long hood to cover his body, and holding the reins with both hands, the Great Knight of Dasuohan said in a calm tone:

   "Everything you seek can be found in the Holy Light. Whether it is knowledge, power, or peace of mind."

   "I am a Proudmoore, great knight."

  Black said without looking up:

   "The afterglow of the Holy Light has never flowed through the veins of this family. Although I was blessed by the Pope when I was born, the first scripture I came into contact with since I was a child was the 'Tide of the Sea'.

do you understand me? "

   "It's not too late."

   Dasuohan said in his characteristic urn-like voice:

   "I fought alongside your father and we trusted each other.

  If you want, I can baptize you and lead you on the road of knighthood. I think His Holiness the Pope will also be willing to pull your soul from the darkness back into the sunshine. "

   "What if I refuse?"

  The pirate was so annoyed by the great knight that he closed the magic book and said to Dasuohan:

   "Will you pick up your sword, beat me up here, and preach to me in a physical way?"

   "I will continue to persuade you as I persuade everyone else."

  The great knight raised the reins of the horses to make the carriage move faster. In this forest leading to the mountains on the border of Lordaeron, he said calmly:

   "You are not my enemy, and my blade will not be aimed at you. I will persuade you until you embrace the Light."

   "It's the stubbornness of a missionary."

  The pirate grinned, looked around, and said:

   "But what if the other one says no?"

"Um?"

The rhetorical question    made the great knight stunned for a moment.

   He didn't understand what Blake meant.

   It wasn't until he saw that Black took out the domineering and evil scythe of Ulthalesh in the form of the Hand of Death from his luggage, and the Great Knight didn't react.

   "Evil thing!"

   His left hand immediately grabbed the hilt of the epee beside him and yelled loudly:

   "Drake Proudmoore! How dare you show such evil in front of a holy and noble man!"

   No wonder the big knight overreacted.

   It’s just that the appearance of this cursed holy artifact is too terrifying.

   When Black held it in his hand, a horrific howl of purple soul shards swirled wildly around the pirate.

   The impact of the soul it brought about created a dark, noisy and dark as **** around the galloping carriage.

   It is also mixed with a dread lord who dares to challenge Sargeras, shaped by the power of darkness, and is specially used to provoke the evil impact of the Holy Light.

   The moment it appeared, the holy light on the great knight instinctively counterattacked, turning mildness into scorching heat, just like a group of newly born rising sun, Huang Huang could not look directly at it.

   In the carriage behind the two, the Pope, who was chatting with the lich, also raised his finger solemnly, and a golden halo like a waterfall splashed out with him as the center.

   When Ursalus' evil impact on the soul level was about to reach its peak, the legendary priest, with his own power, forcibly suppressed the malice of the Dread Demon King back into the war scythe.

   "This is my answer to all good-natured salvation, great knight."

  Black did not continue provocation, and before the chains shaped by the Holy Light were about to bind him, he threw the scythe back into the magic bag.

   He said to the glaring high knight:

   "Stop doing useless work, my fate with the Holy Light is long gone, and the best time for you to save my soul should be in Khaz Modan's Red Dragon Fire.

   But you are not there.

   Your Light is not there either.

   I prayed to it, but it didn't answer.

  The silence at that time was a denial, and it clearly thought I was lacking. But as it rejected me, Shadow generously embraced me with open arms.

  Your Holy Light is a **** who sees what to do.

  It is the shadow that gives me a place to live, the shadow teaches me to grow, the shadow is for me to ask for, it shapes the ladder under my feet, and lifts me into my heaven. "

   Having said this, Blake shrugged and said briskly:

   "Besides, it's your business to have a good relationship with Dai Lin. I'd love to see my father gain friends, but don't try to speak to me in that elder tone.

   He is him, I am me. "

   "Drake!"

   The Pope's voice came from the carriage, with a rare anger.

  The pirates immediately relented.

   He raised his hands, glanced at the great knight whose eyes became cold, whistled, and said:

   "I was wrong, I was just preaching about this, it was a bit over the top. I just wanted some personal space, I just didn't want to be told what to do and what not to do.

   I hate being taught how to live my life.

  You preach like this, if I follow it, it means that my past life is just a joke that can be changed at will. If I don't obey, you will call me a traitor again.

  You see, there is always someone who is going to be sad because of this, so why are you stubborn about it in the first place?

   I appreciate your efforts, but I don't need your help. "

   "Let's talk about something interesting."

  The voice of the old mage came from the carriage again, as if trying to mediate, saying:

   "For example, about those ancient stories that happened on the land of Tirisfal. Tell His Majesty, Your Excellency the Great Knight, and me a little story to ease the tension.

  Your stories are always interesting and this one will not disappoint. "

   "Okay, then let's tell stories to get through this boring journey."

  Black put the magic tome aside, took out the pipe from the bumpy carriage, and slowly put in the cut tobacco.

   He thought for a while, then said softly:

   "Let's talk about the birth of Tirisfal. You may think you understand this, but in fact, most people don't understand what happened in the land under their feet."

   "According to the official records of the Church of the Holy Light, the birth of human civilization was 2,800 years ago. At that time, under the guidance of Emperor Thoradin, our ancestors united the barbarian tribes and established an empire in the true sense.

   However, this statement is not rigorous.

   In fact, the first humans appeared more than 7,000 to 8,000 years ago.

   Of course, the ancestors at that time still maintained the form of Vrykul people, and they were in the process of degeneration of flesh and blood, so really speaking, the ancestors at that time were a group of real primitive people.

   But they already have their own clan civilization.

   Although the number is small, it has already flourished in the Tirisfal region. At that time, the water and grass were lush, the environment was excellent, and there were no dangerous beasts. It was a real heaven-sent land.

   is the cradle of human civilization in the true sense.

   Our ancestors made their first contact with the high elves of Quel'Thalas 7,300 years ago.

   Don't be surprised, three.

  Although the high elves have hidden the records of this section, the time we have been in contact with them is indeed much longer than the node in 2800. "

  The pirate lit his pipe and said:

   "The high elves at that time, under the leadership of their first Sun King Dath Remar Sunstrider, traveled across the ocean to the Eastern Continent.

During the    period, he was also raided by Zandalar pirates, and he lost some of his clan when crossing the sea.

   Guess, where did those high elves who were half-exiled by their compatriots set foot on the Eastern Continent for the first time?

   That's right, right under our feet.

   They landed in Tirisfal and lived here for a hundred or two hundred years.

   They were friendly with our ancestors, lived next to each other, and looked at us at that time with a look at primitive people.

   But they stay here for other reasons besides the natural environment here.

   They heard from our ancestors the legend of the **** Tyr in the region of Tirisfal, and that legend has been passed down to this day.

   is still used as a bedtime story in the human kingdom, told by mothers to children.

  The high elves stay here because they feel the power that exists under this earth, and they try to study it, understand it, and control it.

at last.

   Steal it.

   Steal the power left by the **** Tyr, which should not be touched and should not be discovered. "

  Blake paused, exhaled a smoke ring, and said to the other three who were patiently listening to the story:

   "Don't look at the high elves now shining brightly, they were very miserable when they migrated here, and it is understandable to have such an unreasonable thought.

   After all, at that time, our ancestors also regarded Tyr as a legendary god, and our ancestors were unable to find the artifacts left by Tyr.

   This gave the high elves a chance.

  Unfortunately, it probably stemmed from a bad intention to take it without telling, but instead brought bad luck and trouble to the high elves. Many high elf spellcasters went insane while studying the power deep beneath the land. "

"go Ape?"

  Fao, who was turning the rosary beads in the carriage and listening to the story, suddenly stopped turning and asked:

   "What kind of madness?"

   "Losing his mind, yelling, claiming to hear the voice of the gods, frantic and mad, irritable, irritable, having nightmares, until he turns his weapon on his comrade.

   Until he completely lost his will and became a body filled with darkness. "

   Black described the symptoms of madness in detail. Making the face of the Pope in the carriage even more ugly, the Pope was silent for a few seconds, and then asked:

   "So, those ancestors of the high elves finally chose to leave?"

   "Yes, they gave up the study of Tyr's mythology, perhaps because they felt fear, perhaps because they sensed a threat."

  The pirate said aloud:

   "As far as I know, during that time, there were many high elves who believed that the reason for their madness was that the local vrykul clan had not given them the correct information.

  Those maddened guys, who at one point planned to destroy our ancestral clan, in order to ask for the true clue to the Tyr artifact.

   But this proposal was rejected by Dath'Remar Sunstrider.

  The first Sun King was indeed a real great man in terms of strength and personal virtue. He ordered the tribesmen not to harm the local vrykul clan, and stopped the research on mysterious power.

  In the early morning, the high elves abandoned most of their homes that they had built, and under the leadership of the Sunstrider, left Tirisfal forever and marched all the way north.

   They finally reached Quel'Thalas.

   There, they would rather face the harassment of a thousand times as many forest trolls than go back to Tirisfal.

  Because they know that there is a disturbing dark power hidden beneath this land.

   They made a mistake once and they will never look for it again. "

  Blake chuckled lightly and looked at the big knight with a playful look. He said:

   "Then here comes the question, three.

  The high elves knew that Tirisfal was not a good place for seven thousand years. But seven thousand years later, we humans are still unaware of the hidden crisis in the heart of our civilization.

   As the leader of the Church of the Holy Light, His Majesty Fao, and the wisest spellcaster in Dalaran, His Excellency Merry, can only know all of this through the narration of a stinky pirate.

  You think that the high elves forgot to remind our ancestors to stay away from the Tirisfal region and not to stop here.

   Or were they deliberately withholding the news? "

   The three people inside and outside the carriage fell silent. Only the pirates picked up their magician's tome again, and while looking at it, said:

   "Be careful with those pointed ears, they are really not as silly and sweet as they appear on the surface. Their close relatives, the night elves who occupied the entire Kalimdor Continent, banished them for no reason."

  "In addition, every human who knows the history of the empire will ask a question after reading the general history.

  Why did the only emperor in human history, the wise and mighty Thoradin the Great established an empire, and after abdicating at an advanced age, mysteriously disappeared overnight with his sabre Stromka?

  Where did Thoradin the Great go? What happened to him?

   Don't worry, three.

  The answer will be revealed soon. "

   (end of this chapter)