Azeroth Shadow Trail

  Chapter 662 215. You give me the right words, can I do it or not, I will come by myself

   "Crash, crash"

  The tide in the middle of the night beats the dark coast. Tonight, the sky is moonless, cloudy, and there is no starlight at all, making the Yinpine Forest, which has just suffered a great disaster, look hazy from a distance.

   There are little crabs crawling around at night on the coast.

   They gather together, forage in the wet sand, and enjoy the joy of simple and pure animals. But soon, a strange vibration came from the sea water under the night, and the frightened little crabs ran around.

In the surging tides, the black ghost ship floated up from the water. This time it floated up more gracefully than before, probably because the spirit of the Nagfar was nurturing her own consciousness, so she also learned The importance of manners.

   is like the lady of the sea.

   Displaced the seawater and suspended it on the sea surface, the dragon skulls decorated around the ship flowed out the seawater, and by the way, some unlucky fish and shrimps that were stuck on the deck were thrown back into the sea.

   Yawning Blake stood by the carved railing on the second floor of the stern, looking at the coast in front of him. Under the gloomy sky, he could vaguely see the light shining on the small pier on the coast.

   is like a ghost lamp in the night.

   "Let's go!"

  Blake patted the railing and ordered:

   "Take our esteemed deans and mentors home. I'm really convinced, obviously I can open the portal and go back by myself, so I have to come and pick them up.

   These elves are hypocritical!

   Isn't my time money? "

   Although he complained like this, the smelly pirate who was summoned by Dean Lanyue still came here, obviously not wanting to make the teacher angry.

   Of course, there are also some personal reasons.

The   Nagfar sailed gracefully, turning around as it approached the greatly altered shore, almost rubbing the shore to dock.

  It is also fortunate that the raging of Deathwing caused serious collapse and deformation of the coastline of the northern border, and the water depth was generally expanded. Otherwise, this difficult docking action would be difficult to complete.

   "click"

   The two undead sea knights, under the order of the first mate Sefir, put down the board of the ship and placed it on the edge of the trestle of the small pier that had collapsed in front of him. Blake adjusted his clothes and came to the side of the ship to meet him in person.

   Soon, Dean Aria Lanyue, leaning on the Aluneth Scepter, brought her mentor and the students of the mission to the ship one after another.

   "Huh? Where's our golem?"

  Blake first saluted the dean to show respect, and then asked in a low voice:

   "I don't remember them being destroyed in Dalaran's Crash."

   "Those hulking golems were given to our Kirin Tor friends."

  The graceful dean pushed the crystal glasses and said softly:

   "Their city is ruined, and they'll need golems to clean up those disgusting Void scum. Having those things patrolling the perimeter also reassures the workers who clean up the crater.

Master   Antonidas made a request to me, and I left the golem there. "

   "Just give it for nothing?"

  Blake's eyes widened and he said with a heartbroken expression:

   "Don't want a penny?"

   "Vulgar!"

Dean    glared at his hopeless student, and said:

   "How can the friendship between spellcasters be measured by money! And what you did in Dalaran disturbed my conscience, and gifting a batch of golems can make me feel better when I meditate."

   "Dean, you have been dead for more than 10,000 years, where do you have any conscience?"

  Blake retorted in a tangled tone:

   "Those golems can be sold to the goblins in exchange for a lot of things. Our own academy has not been built yet, so you are in the mood to feel sorry for others.

   Dalaran just looked miserable.

  The reconstruction of the Magic City can get the full support of the six kingdoms and the Church of the Holy Light. There is no shortage of resources and money, but our grandma and uncle do not love spellcasters!

   There isn't a splendid academy subject, and when we go out, we have to be stabbed in the back by someone saying that we are a wild mage. I don't want to have such a bad treatment. "

   "It's not entirely without gain."

   Seeing that the dean was embarrassed by Blake's complaints, the nearby Archmage Elan said:

   "Natharas College and Dalaran have reached an agreement that because the reconstruction of Dalaran City will take a long time, they temporarily rent a large manor as a teaching place in the city of Andorhal in the East Wilder area.

  Although Gilneas officially provided Shadowfang Castle outside Burnwood Village as a temporary residence for mages, the two places combined cannot accommodate the current Kirin Tor’s little mages to study.

  Therefore, the Council of Six made a request, hoping to divert some low-level mages to study at Narthalas College, which in disguise has increased our students.

  Although we haven’t counted the number of small mages willing to come here, it is conservatively estimated that there will be no less than 400 people. "

   "What's the use?"

  Black rolled his eyes and said:

   "That's an 'exchange student'!

  They have to go back to the Kirin Tor after they have learned the knowledge, but they are not really given to us. The Council of Six is ​​very scheming, let us help them train mages. "

   "No, this has been agreed with them. After the one-year exchange student career is over, if those little mages are willing to stay at Narthas College, their student status will also be transferred together."

  Prince Farodis explained:

   "Dalaran's little wizards are all carefully screened, and they are all extremely gifted children, which is much faster than our troublesome search for apprentices.

   Even if only half of the 400 people remain, it will be enough to serve as the foundation for the Academy of Nar'Thalas to rebuild the inheritance in ten thousand years. "

   "Well, that's about the same."

  Critic Blake is finally satisfied.

   He quickly remembered another thing, looked left and right, and asked Dean Lanyue in a low voice:

   "Has the Holy Light and Magic Patterns of Pope Alonthos Fao been done? Most importantly, have they paid them?"

   "How can you be full of money! This is not the mentality of a spell caster."

   Dean Lanyue shook his head and warned:

   "Dependence on the material is a betrayal of the spirit, and you must always keep this in mind.

   As for the magic pattern, we have been staying near Dalaran for the past few days, and have completed the magic pattern imprint on the Pope based on your fel magic pattern.

  The venerable old man is now resting in Lordaeron.

   He needs a second imprint in two months, and the situation appears to be stable.

   But based on the speed at which the Holy Light energy is activated in his body, even if all the engraving of the magic pattern is completed, it will buy him three to five years at most. "

   "He's in Lordaeron now?"

  Black blinked, he glanced around, and said:

"Then go back first, I'll go there, there are some important things to talk to the old man. In addition, when you go back, Dean, you may perceive that there is something 'under the Tol Barad Sea'. .

   Don't panic, that's a 'friend'.

  Don't bother it, the guy is sullen and eccentric, and because he was just forced to accept a job, he's going to have a temper. "

   "The otherworldly creature that appeared in the Battle of Gilneas?"

   Dean Lanyue raised her eyebrows, she said with great interest:

   "This matter is going crazy in the northern borders now, and various details are constantly being revealed, even though Gilneas officials insisted that they had won and taught the arrogant pirates a lesson.

   But according to my conversation with His Majesty Faao, that battle was your final victory?

   And the Pope is very displeased with your curse on the lord of the north. When he was engraving the engraving, he privately told me that this is not what a Templar Assassin and a Prince in distress like you should do.

   also asked me to discipline you well. "

   "Curse? No no no, that's not a curse."

  Black retorted immediately:

   "That's power! That's Pava! Darius will thank me in the future, and I'm the one who opened a new branch to his precarious and unsightly path of warriors.

   I gave him enough to benefit him for the rest of his life.

   Of course, power is always acquired with pain.

   As for victory

  Well, it's not actually a victory.

  Our losses are half the size of the Gilneas, but compared to their slow recovery, our fleet will soon usher in a wave of extreme enhancements.

   From now on, the Palatine Sea and the sea off Gilneas will be our territory.

  I don't think the Gilneas will have trouble coming to the sea to find us in the future.

   Hehe, the wolves should be in the forest, fighting to the death on land, right?

  The sea was never their domain.

   Well, if the instructor wants to listen, on the way back, my first mate will explain the battle in detail for you, now please allow me to retire. "

   He took a step back and whistled.

The loyal Hippogryph, with a few neighs, flew up from the comfortable nest built for it on the rear platform of the poop, circled the pirate twice, and then carried him to Lordaeron. The direction of the city galloped away.

   Dean Blue Moon watched Blake disappear into the gloomy night. Behind her, Prince Farodis said softly:

   "This kind of behavior reminds me of what Azshara did to my people, unleashing a curse on a country, maybe a little too far, you should persuade him."

   "It was a war initiated by the Gilneas, Pharodis."

   Dean shook his head and said:

   "In the era of Queen Azshara, what happened to the troll clans who took the initiative to provoke the elven empire? You are also a magic prince who has presided over foreign wars, and you should know how cruel the queen's response to provocation was.

   is just a curse that is not fatal.

   What's more, aren't the night elves druids and moon priests here?

  The curse of the werewolf, after all, isn’t it the poisonous wine they brewed by abusing their power nine thousand years ago?

  What they cause, they will handle it themselves!

  My disciple just detonated this hidden danger ahead of time, just like he did in Dalaran.

   Evil?

   is indeed evil.

   But the result was good and that was enough.

   I have no reason to reproach my disciple, and neither do you, Pharodis. Isn't he still looking for a way to lift the curse for you and your people? "

   Dean gestured to Sefir who took over the command of the ghost ship.

  The pirate dragon cheered and turned the steering wheel symbolically, and the black ghost ship sailed gracefully. After leaving the coast, it sank under the tide in the tumbling sea.

   The night was still gloomy, and there were several crows chirping from the Silver Pine Forest, making the dark forest even more desolate.

   It seems to have sensed a vision of the future.

   A moment of silence for this land in advance.

—

  Lordaeron City, in a church in the upper city, Crown Prince Fao is praying alone in the dark night for the earth under his feet and the suffering people.

   But tonight, the old man disappeared from the weakness that lasted for a while. He seemed to suddenly become more energetic, and even his slightly bent waist was straightened tonight.

   Even the voices of prayers became full of air.

   Under the priest's robe made of linen he was wearing, and on his aged body, some very sacred and very mystical lines were shining.

   This set of Holy Light Magic Patterns that has just been engraved has only completed the first stage of the basic engraving, but it can already help the Pope to effectively absorb and control those activated holy lights.

   It is like a layer of insurance, separating the Pope's vitality from the activating holy light, so that this holy power will not make Fao feel heavy pressure.

Although tattooing is not very consistent with the Pope's values, considering that his life does not belong to him alone, and that the call of the Holy Light is still years away, after thinking about it, His Majesty is still Received this bizarre "treatment".

   A scripture for blessings and prayers was just finished, and the old Pope, who was under the holy light icon, raised his head.

   He coughed and said:

   "You should probably choose a suitable time to visit me, such as at noon, let the sun shine, and let the warm breath dispel the haze from your body."

   "I know, I know, sunlight is the best disinfectant for the soul."

   Blake, who came out of the shadows, casually moved on the first row of chairs in the church. He put his hand beside him and looked at the old Pope who was still maintaining his prayer posture. He said:

   "I heard that you were angry with me, so I came to explain it. Lord Darius is not a curse, and you cannot dispel it with the power of the Holy Light.

   But Druids and Luna priests are familiar with it, so don't worry, the disease will eventually be brought under control.

   Its presence will inject new power into the Gilnean people.

   It may take a few years of chaos, but I believe that after they turn the curse into power, the overall strength of the alliance will leap to a higher level.

  Humanity will truly have the ability to compete in this grand world with aliens with strange talents. "

   "You made an oath in the name of your surname, and in the witness of Holy Light, repeat what you just said. The people of Holy Light never deceive their fellow citizens!"

   The Pope said something reluctantly.

  Black shrugged and swore in the name of the Proudmoore family as the old man asked.

   He has no psychological pressure because he is not cheating.

   He really thought the werewolf plague would reshape Gilneas.

   Although that process will be painful.

   "One month and eleven days later, it will be the wedding of Arthur Waycrest and Miss Meredith. I believe Old Earl Waycrest has sent a request to the church.

   But I have not received a response from the church to this request. "

  Black looked at the Pope and said:

   "Now that your current situation has stabilized, I think it's time for you to honor our previous agreement, Your Majesty.

  I have predicted the dark side of the Church of the Storm to you, as long as you choose to go to Kul Tiras, I will be happy to prove my prediction with facts.

   If you are still hesitant and want to default.

That.

   I can only 'find a way' by myself. "

   (end of this chapter)