Azeroth Shadow Trail

   Chapter 629 182. I predict your fate

  Three days after the Dalaran incident, except for the severely affected Tirisfal region, the entire northern border was calm, even a little too calm, which brought a feeling of depression.

News of    Marshal Lothar's assassination by evil trolls to save innocents has spread throughout the Hillsbrad Foothills, and a year after the victory of the Orc Wars, the commoners are once again grateful for Marshal Lothar's efforts.

   No one called, but they took the initiative to gather in the church.

  Whether the elderly or children, under the leadership of the pastors, pray for the safety of their great men.

   Those who did not go to church would be scolded by their fellow villagers for having their souls polluted by the devil, or they would be scolded as the lackeys of the nobles. Those who were scolded could not refute, because they could not deny Lothar's great deeds.

  Civilians may not know the truth, but they are definitely not stupid.

  The rumors and gossip that came out in the past were enough for them to make a judgment based on their shallow knowledge: those black-hearted gentlemen must not see Marshal Lothar in the limelight, so they colluded with the trolls to kill him.

   In order to prove his innocence, nobles from all over the world have asked the Church of the Holy Light to announce that Marshal Lothar is still alive, so as to avoid unnecessary disturbances.

   It is said that on the border of Gilneas, which is also badly hit, there have been clashes between the victims and the authorities.

The fuse of    was because the soldiers were a little rough when escorting the victims, which aroused the people's nostalgia for Marshal Lothar.

   Although none of them may have seen Lothar.

   But that didn't stop them from seeing Anduin Lothar as a symbol of all good character.

  Under pressure, the church finally announced the news of Marshal Lothar on the third day after the incident.

  The old marshal, who was sheltered by the gods from death, will be escorted by the holy Valkyrie, the great knights of the church, and Her Majesty Varian Wrynn himself, and set sail from Southsea Town to return to the Kingdom of Stormwind, where he dedicated his life.

   He will be placed in the Northshire Abbey in the Kingdom of Stormwind, where Marshal Lothar grew up. General Gavinrad Doom will command a team of Paladins who will be stationed there all year round to protect the peace of the Marshal.

When the news of    was announced in various churches, it immediately aroused waves of cheers from the commoners, who felt grief for the marshal's experience.

   But the old marshal is not dead, which is a good thing.

  Many believe that great men like him will wake up one day.

   As long as the civilization and kingdom he loves are in danger, he will surely wake up, take the sword of the emperor again, and defend the world he loves.

   Everyone said so.

   On the night of the third day, when the holy coffin that housed Marshal Lothar was escorted into Nanhai Town, the whole town was already crowded with people who came from various areas of the hills.

  The people, dressed in their best clothes, were like mourning on a day of mourning, and they followed the **** of the Holy Coffin from Tarren Mill all the way to Southsea.

  The veterans who fought in the war took up their weapons again, put on their old military uniforms, and rode old horses to clear the way in front of the **** team.

   A steady stream of people joined them along the way, including some war heroes who lacked arms and legs.

   They will **** Marshal Lothar away from the land that grieved him and failed him, just as they would go to war.

  There are more and more people, and the speed of travel is getting slower and slower, but no one reprimands those who follow.

   Until evening falls.

  According to the ancient tradition, people held candles in their palms to illuminate the darkness for the marshal's team.

   Then, a spectacular sight appeared.

  A long dragon composed of countless lights appeared on the forest and road from Tarren Mill to Nanhai Town. The night of this night could not extinguish the light of the gathering of sparks.

   This scene excited the hearts of the Paladins who escorted the convoy. The priests also sang hymns, and His Majesty Varian, who was riding on the warhorse and closely following the holy coffin, even burst into tears.

   As a king, he could not lose his demeanor, and could only secretly wipe away his tears.

   But he looked at the carriage beside him from time to time, and he felt that Marshal Lothar was still teaching him some important truths, such as the scene in front of him, which vividly explained the relationship between the ruler and the people to the young king.

   He can be sure that if Terenas II is unfortunate one day, not so many people will see him off.

  What kind of person do you want to be in the future?

   A politician like King Terenas? Or a noble one like Marshal Lothar?

The idea of ​​   reverberated in Varian's mind until they arrived at Southsea Town, where some local nobles and emissaries from the kings were waiting.

  Varian saw the fear in the eyes of some of them in the flickering lights around him.

   They were in awe of the incredible scene in front of them.

  Even if the old marshal could no longer scold them, even if he had become a harmless statue of humans and animals, they were still fearful and fearful.

   When they saw with their own eyes the light of the people who were actively following the holy coffin, these guys were almost scared.

"Ha ha"

   Varian sneered twice.

   It's not over yet.

   He had already learned from the captured Master Assassin, Zac Yaozhi, the tricks these people were playing behind their backs, and it wasn't over yet. Maybe Marshal Lothar dismissed it, but the young king would not be so generous.

   His biological father died in the hands of the orcs, but his adoptive father fell into the hands of the compatriots he protected.

   This is their declared "destiny".

   "The marshal's coffin will stay overnight in the church in Southsea Town, and tomorrow morning, General Gavin Rader will personally **** him to return to Stormwind City on the battleship of Kul Tiras."

  Varian didn't even look at the nobles. He rode on his horse and instructed the mayor of Southsea Town in a calm tone:

   "We don't have to spend a lot of time preparing for the reception, we only stay for one night, and I have to return to Lordaeron to participate in my baptism of the Holy Light in the next few days."

   "Okay, Your Majesty, it's our pleasure."

   The mayor of Nanhai Town is a young man, but he is very polite.

   was not stage fright in the face of Varian. After delivering the holy coffin, the mayor took another look at the people gathered outside the town who were unwilling to leave. He said worriedly:

   "Your Majesty, do you want to persuade the people to go home? So many people are here, just in case"

   "Why be afraid?"

  Varian asked in dissatisfaction:

   "Does it make you uncomfortable to be with your people? Mr. Mayor. Are you worried that these unarmed people who have come all the way to send the marshal home will hurt you?"

   "That's not what I meant, Your Majesty."

   The mayor's expression changed slightly.

   He tried to explain in embarrassment, but was speechless.

   "Your Majesty! You shouldn't talk like that."

   Shaw reminded in a deep voice behind Varian:

   "Mayor Mareb is also a veteran of the Orc War. He once served under Marshal Lothar. He is not one of those people."

   "I apologize, Mr. Mareb."

  Varian realized that he couldn't control his emotions and spilled his anger on innocents. He immediately apologized to the mayor, who could understand Varian's mood.

The mayor    shook his head, he didn't care about Varian's attitude.

   The king in front of him is only seventeen years old, much younger than him, but he has already experienced the tragedy of losing his father twice.

   He is not afraid that the people gathered here will cause trouble, he is just worried that so many people gathering here will cause some unnecessary trouble, especially when the marshal's holy coffin is in the town church.

   But what the mayor and the young king didn't know was that "trouble" had actually arisen.

  In the church blocked by the holy knights, the great knight Gavinrad, who was guarding by the side of Marshal Lothar with a sword, suddenly stopped to pray.

   He pulled out the long sword from his waist and turned around to look at the shadow of the candles in the church behind him.

  A man in a black hunting suit was emerging from the shadows. He came quietly, with a trade wind crow standing on his shoulders and a large bouquet of white flowers in his hands.

   is like a mourning, more like a farewell.

   He has blue gemstone seals on the fingers of his left hand, two rings of different colors, red strips of cloth over his eyes, and slightly groomed blond hair.

   He opened the collar of his neck, and he could slightly see the tattoo on the edge of his neck. The shape of the tattoo was the same as that of a devil's claw, which added a touch of bohemianness to him.

   "Get out!"

   Gavin Rader scolded, and was about to call the Paladin outside the door.

   But Black threw something in his hand.

The great knight looked down and saw that it was a letter of appointment signed by the Pope himself. He immediately understood the identity of the person in front of him. As one of the first five knights, although Gavin Rader was not as famous as the other four brothers, he was sure. Truly the top of the church.

   He also knew about the "Templar Assassin".

   "I heard that you single-handedly planned the disaster in Northern Xinjiang?"

  The Great Knight asked in a bad tone.

   But Blake didn't even bother to pay attention to this stupid argument. He silently approached the holy coffin exuding holy light, and whispered:

   "Of course, you can think so, I won't explain much. The man who is willing to explain to you is already lying there, and he chose a way that I don't advocate and ended it all."

"You bastard!"

  The great knight stepped forward and grabbed Black's collar and lifted him from the spot. He scolded:

   "Because of you, nearly a thousand people died in Dalaran!"

   "Because of me, only nearly a thousand people died in Dalaran."

  Black stretched out his hand, clasped the great knight's wrist, and pushed it off his collar. He said:

   "More than 100,000 people survived, and they should all remember my kindness.

   Do you know how many people would have died if Archimonde entered the material world without me? What horrific destruction would Deathwing cause without me?

   You can't imagine.

  Because that has not happened and will never happen, I stopped the countdown to the apocalypse by detonating the bomb in advance.

   may seem cruel to you, but

you are welcome. "

   After he finished speaking, he pushed aside the great knight who was blocking the road, and handed the flowers in his hand to the Valkyrie who was guarding the holy coffin.

   The two golden Val'kyr glanced at each other, and under Gavinrad's stunned gaze, they took the initiative to make way for Black.

   This scene moved the Great Knight's heart.

  The maid of the King of War has such respect for this legendary pirate, which may indicate that the arrogant words he just said were not made up.

   "I'm asking you to leave, Mr. Fortune."

  Blake stroked the holy coffin covered with runes in front of him, stretched out his hand into the golden light, and said without looking back:

   "I'm going to make one last prophecy for Anduin Lothar, your presence will interfere with my thoughts, stay outside the door and don't let others in.

  You go too! "

   He said something to the trade wind crow standing on his shoulder, and the clever little crow screamed twice, flapping its wings and flying out of the window.

  The Great Knight hesitated for a moment, then took a deep look at Blake's back, and strode out of the church.

"boom"

  The door of the church was closed, and the wind in the summer evening swayed the candles, making the atmosphere in the church a little quieter.

  Black looked at Anduin Lothar, who was lying in the holy coffin in front of him. The latter was very miserable. The body burned by the shadow flames was covered with terrifying cracks.

   This guy should have died before.

   But he survived in this way of "compliment".

   "This indicates that your fate is not over yet, Anduin Lothar, I gave you a chance to become emperor, and you voluntarily gave up on him.

  Things that you think have been eliminated by history should not be picked up from the **** heap again, you have always been full of confidence in them, and you are not willing to make waves in the world because of yourself.

  I am touched by you.

  Really, just a little bit. "

  The pirate stretched out his hand and helped Lothar swing the ribbon on his armor. He stared at the closed eyes and said:

   "Ah, you finally don't have to worry about your hair anymore, you don't have any hair anymore, it's so sad."

   He made a joke and shook his head again.

In the next moment, he grabbed Lothar's neck, as if he was going to strangle him completely. This action immediately triggered the stop of the two Valkyries next to him. on the neck.

   But Blake ignored it.

   He just stared at Lothar in front of him and said:

   "As a pirate prophet, I make my final prophecy to you, Anduin Lothar, this failure is just the beginning, and I feel your desire to protect them.

  Look, such a great person has finally become a harmless god, they want to hang you on the wall, so that they don't have to fear the changes you bring.

   But the change has begun, it has already arrived, quietly infiltrating every part of this world.

   No one can reject it, and no one can disobey it.

   They will finally see a new world.

  I prophesied that you, Anduin Lothar, will be crowned by the call of despair, and the dark bones will be king!

  Sleep.

   Take a good rest.

   Waiting for the start of the next war, next time, you can no longer escape. "

   (end of this chapter)