Azeroth Shadow Trail

   Chapter 312 21. Then, you should call me "His Royal Highness"—[2640]

(Added an update [1/15] for the prisoner brother on the throne. That one was wrong before. This brother gave three cutes. Thank you so much. When I posted it just now, Haoxuan reconfirmed it and found out that it is true. is three

   That is to add 40 chapters today, not 35 chapters, and 5 more chapters will be added in a while. )

"Look, that mountain, the fortress city built on the ridge, is called the Fortress of the Moon. It is the station of the last remaining moon guard in Azeroth, and it is also the most elite spellcaster army under Elisande. .

   But the relationship between them and the Grand Magister is not really affiliation, more like cooperation. "

   In the valley of the elven ruins of Taiano, Black pointed to a mountain looming in the distance, and said to Natalie beside him:

   "Those guardians of the moon were the first elves in the world to come into contact with arcane magic. When the Well of Eternity was still around, they could mobilize almost unlimited magic power to fight.

  In the early days of the War of the Ancients, a large part of the reason why the Burning Legion failed to push the Elf Empire flat was because the guards of the moon were extremely powerful.

   They use magic to slaughter demons as easy as eating and drinking.

   Now the mages in Dalaran are not worthy of licking their shoes.

  Unfortunately, after the explosion of the Well of Eternity, the Guardians of the Moon lost their source of magic.

   Some of them gave up the way of mages and merged into the druid order of the night elves. For the rest, an agreement was reached with Elisande.

   They helped Elisande defend the city of Suramar.

  The Great Magister gave them the magic power of Nightwell as a reward. "

   Ms. Ship Doctor wrote all this information in her "travel journal", and now she likes to hear stories from captains ten years younger than her.

   Every time I listen to a story, I feel like I am in that period of history, immersing people in ancient wisdom and lessons.

   "There are powerful moon guards and a large group of die-hard spellcasters. The Nightborn has spellcasting abilities comparable to those of high elves. With a little training, you can walk on the path of spellcasters.

   If you think about it this way, the power in the hands of the Great Magister Elisande is terrifying. "

   Ms. Ship Doctor sighed:

   "She can rely on the power in her hands. After the ancient war, she easily defeated all challengers and established a kingdom or even an empire that belonged to her.

   With my own eyes, Suramar is full of magical power. If the Nightborne come out, at least no one in the Eastern Continent can resist them. The Alliance and the Horde are united, and it is estimated that they are not the opponents of these Nightborne.

   Such a powerful force was used by her to create a 'tortoise shell'.

   Locked himself and his people in a city, and locked himself up like that for 10,000 years. "

   "Because the night elves are watching them, my ship doctor."

  The pirate crossed his hips and looked at the moon-protecting fortress in the distance. He sighed softly:

   "At this point in time, the night elf Moon God Kingdom's combat power is invincible. If you add all the civilizations you know and don't know about to attack the night elves, the odds of winning are too small.

   After all, it was a civilization that faced the fallen Titans 10,000 years ago and survived, defeating the Burning Legion that came out of their nests.

  There are not many civilizations that can do this kind of miracle in this boundless star.

   The group of young ladies who live on trees and pick wild fruits to eat are low-key, but they are indeed the overlords of civilization, the backbone of the world of Azeroth.

   The thought of going to Mount Hyjal to loot in the future gives me a headache.

   Of course, even if the night elf allowed Elisande to move freely, she and her people would never leave Suramar. It's not that they don't know how vast the world is, they know very well.

   But they can't leave.

   Am I right? Lireza Instructor. "

  Black turned his head and looked at the windrunner general who was lost and lost his spirits behind him. He said in a gentle tone, but full of malice:

   "The reason why the Nightborne cannot leave Suramar is the same reason why you high elves cannot leave Quel'Thalas. You two elven races are cursed with power!

   The farther away you are from your hometown, the weaker you are.

   That kind of weakness cannot be resisted by the will, it is the gangrene in your bones, the demon in your heart, and the saddest thing is that it is released by yourself.

   But no one is forcing you.

Although    the night elves treated the ancestors of Quel'Thalas rudely and indignantly, the priests of the moon and the druids are indeed trying to save you.

   They wanted to save their kin from a miserable fate, but Dath'Remar Sunstrider rejected this kindness.

   He is proud and confident that he and his people can find a way to coexist with magic.

Well, now, six thousand and eight hundred years after Dath'Remar Sunstrider founded Quel'Thalas, let me, an ordinary pirate, come to you, to the ranger-general of Silvermoon, Quel'Thalas Salas' big man asks a question. "

  The pirate coughed and pretended to be a wise man.

   He crouched down.

   Looking at Windrunner's mother, who was covering her face in agony, he asked:

   "Do you think that the baseless, foolish and arrogant fantasies of the first Sun King Dath'Remar Sunstrider, revered by all elves, come true?

  Do you think the high elves have the future they want?

   Do you think you Quel'dorei are really better than the night elves? "

"do not talk"

  Ms. Lyresa Windrunner covered her head, surrounded by the dead corpses of the wither behind her, said in a tone of pain, despair, and grief, in a trembling tone of plea and escape:

   "Don't say it, please, stop it."

   But her dejected posture was even more depressing, and she did not refute it, which proved that the pirate's vicious words were not nonsense.

  Unfortunately, this is a secret that only pirates and elves know.

   Ms. Natalie Selin, who was listening beside her, was at a loss. She didn't even know what the two of them were playing. Perhaps the question in her heart was heard by the pirates.

   The next moment, Blake stood up and motioned for Natalie to follow.

   They walked over to a still intact withered corpse, the pirates glanced aside, the group of newly rescued Nightborn little ones, under the care of Sefir, looked at them pokingly.

   "Don't look at it, good boy, eat some candy first, and I'll take you to Mommy later."

  Blake grinned and threw another handful of goblin hard candies at the group of children, making them spin around Sefir again, singing some kind of Nightborn song.

   The pirate who listened to it missed it in his heart, but he didn't forget the business.

   "This kind of elves are called withered ones. They are the products of the degenerate children of the night."

  Black pointed to the corpse under his feet.

   This corpse has pale skin, its face is shriveled like a corpse, and its body is skinny and boneless, and clear rib marks can be seen. The most terrifying thing is that the faces of these withered practitioners are as "melted".

  Besides their lips, they even saw the flesh and blood stripped of white bones.

   And the eyes that were originally the same as the children of the night, with purple dazzling light, have become pale and dull, and they have obviously lost their eyesight.

   can only roam like zombies, they are still alive and have vitality.

   But it is no different from being dead.

   Anyone who sees this thing will be shocked, including Natalie Selin, who is knowledgeable and even involved in the mysteries of the void.

   This is a terrible distortion of the force of life. It is not the same as Void Corruption. It is not twisted into this by external force, but it is derived from internal decay.

   represents a rather dark, rather terrifying fate.

  The pirate snorted and looked back at Windrunner's mother who was autistic behind him. He said to Natalie in a gentle and patient tone:

   "Becoming a Witherer is a fate worse than death. These elves are tormented not only by a hunger for the arcane energies of the Nightwell, but also by a fear of progressive memory loss.

  The last symptom of the Nightborne being transformed into a withered man under the torture of demon addiction in his body is the loss of vision.

  After losing their sight, the only perception they had left was arcane energy.

   They will turn into brainless beasts, in the unquenchable hunger surging in their hearts, looking for all the arcane magic that can be extracted, and madly sucking that energy.

   They will turn into mindless ones who feed on magic. "

   "Magic addiction?"

   Natalie captured a key word in Blake's words, she raised her head suddenly, covered her mouth, and said in a voiceless voice:

   "That's not for the high elves"

   "Now you finally understand."

The    pirate laughed and pointed in the direction of the purple sky of Surama, he said:

   "Magic addiction is not exclusive to the high elves. The nightborn built the night well, and the high elves built the sun well, although the names are different.

   But the behavior is strikingly similar.

   They were unwilling to give up the pursuit of magic under the persuasion of the night elves, and they could not suppress the desire for magic power in their blood, so they indulged their desires.

   Let yourself draw excess magic power every day to meet your needs.

   Day after day, year after year.

  The magic power has strengthened Shaldore and Quel'dorei, but the magic power has also transformed them and destroyed them again and again in the indulgence, and they are no longer able to resist the thirst for magic power in their souls.

   They have fallen into a frenzied and pathetic addiction.

   As long as you don't give them magic for a day, they'll get restless! If they don't give it for half a month, they will lose their minds! Without it for a month, they start to degenerate. "

  Blake patted Natalie's shoulder, who was already dumbfounded. He pointed to the withered corpse under his feet and said:

   "The magic addiction of the nightborne and the magic addiction of the high elves are slightly different, but the manifestations are the same. It is nothing more than the speed of the Shaldorei's degeneration, which is faster than the Quel'dorei.

  Probably because of the Night's Child, he was more addicted to magic than Quel'doredo had absorbed the magic power for three thousand years.

   But magic addiction is magic addiction!

   That is an incurable disease engraved into the blood and soul of the elves of the two races!

   Now, do you understand why Quel'Thalas was founded 6,800 years ago, yet few high elves have migrated beyond their homeland? It's not that they don't want to go

   As long as they leave the brilliance of the Sunwell, they will meet the sad end of the Withered.

   I've always heard that the high elves are proud of the superb magical talent that is common to all people. Every time I hear this statement, I laugh.

   That's right, I was laughing at them.

   A group of elves who sucked magic and sucked stupid, are they qualified to be proud? "

  Natalie pursed her lips and nodded.

   The black-robed ship doctor turned around and looked at the autistic General Liresa behind him with a pity. She can now understand why General Windrunner was so out of control when he saw the withered.

   She saw the future of the High Elves.

  Suramar and the Withered, the future of Quel'Thalas.

   What is even more desperate is that she cannot reverse this future.

   As the pirates said, the Quel'dorei elves have gone too far on the road of self-destruction. They have long missed the chance to save themselves, and the future of this race can only slip in despair.

   "No! The Nightwell has existed for 10,000 years and is still supplying magic power."

   Natalie looked at the pirates and said:

   "The Sunwell has also existed for more than 6,000 years, and it has not had any problems. As long as the Sunwell is still there, the magic addiction of the high elves and their clans will not erupt on a large scale.

   As long as they protect the sunwell, as long as they.”

   "So, my ship doctor, in the face of a civilization that will perish because of magic addiction, what advice do you give them is to let them continue to indulge their desires, continue to absorb magic power, and continue to strengthen their magic addiction?"

  Blake looked at Natalie strangely and said:

   "You are a high-level doctor. When faced with an addicted patient, the prescription he prescribed actually made him take more drugs? Are you kidding me?"

"I"

   Natalie was stunned by the question, and she wanted to counter the explanation.

   But thinking about it, there is really no need for an explanation.

   This problem is unsolvable.

   "Okay, the problem is explained clearly, it's time to talk about the solution."

  The pirate strode up to General Liresa, he stretched out his hand, pulled up the autistic Windrunner mother, stretched out his hand, and tapped General Liresa's shoulders on both sides.

   is like a noble award.

   He looked into Windrunner's mother's dark eyes and said to her:

   "I want you to fight for me, Liresa Windrunner. I want you to be my retainer willingly, and stop talking about the pursuit of tranquility and freedom in the future.

   As long as the Proudmoore family is alive, you will give everything to my cause!

   as if you gave everything for your country.

  Only with such great loyalty can I have enough reasons to convince myself to put into your hands the way to save your people and country. "

"you"

  Lilesa raised her head sharply and looked at the pirates.

   The latter put his hips on his hips and tilted his head, and said to her:

   "You should call me 'His Royal Highness', my 'ancestral elf'. Be polite. The children next to you are watching. Don't teach them badly."

   (end of this chapter)