Azeroth Shadow Trail

   Chapter 753 84. Do you want to kill me? small issue! As long as you fight Haixian, then we are friends

   "Someone is here, right in the den."

On the road to Orfa's den on the snow-capped mountains of Drustvar, Nasa, wearing moonlight armor, brushed the snow under her feet with her hands, turned her head and leaned on a wooden staff behind her, carrying a bag full of herbs on her back. Jing Whisperer said:

   "It's probably the enemy. Great Druid, didn't you say that this is the domain of two demigods? Why didn't they issue a warning? Could it be those cultists chasing after them?"

   "No, the villains of the sea never enter Drustvar, they know this is not their domain."

  The Great Jing Whisperer hunched his body and wore a strange shiny wooden mask. He couldn't see his appearance and age, but just from the feeling, he should be very old.

   His tone of voice was quite calm, as if there was nothing in this world to be afraid of or to back down.

   In the face of Nasa's caution, the old Druid's tone remained unchanged, he said:

   "The demigod didn't give a warning, indicating that it was not the enemy who came. Please be quiet, Your Excellency Watcher. This is my residence, and I will talk to the guests who come."

  Nasa is more than four times the age of this old Druid, but at this moment in the snow of the Drustvar Mountains, facing the request of the Great Jing Whisperer, it is difficult for her to refute.

   Not only because the human druid who looked old had saved her and her subordinates on a stormy night, but also because Nasa had seen the sight of this druid exercising the power of nature with her own eyes.

   He is comparable to any Arch Druid of the Cenarion Order.

  The scene when he revitalized the forest even reminded Nasa of the archdruid Malfurion Stormrage during the War of the Ancients.

  The most important thing is that the way of nature that this Great Jing Whisperer walks is different from the "natural harmony" pursued by the Druids of the Cenarion Order, who pursue "balance of life and death".

   In other words, the druid did not regard killing as a sin.

   Although it may seem like a doctrinal difference, it is terrifying to look at.

   Once he sees someone as a sinner who interferes with the balance of life and death, he can use the nearly limitless power of nature to restore the balance.

   To put it simply, the old Druid in front of him is a legendary great Druid who has unlocked the "Nature Limiter", and his destructive power is several times that of an ordinary Druid.

   "Well, this is your domain, and my subordinates and I are just guests under your care."

  Nasa stood up and put her moon blade back on her waist under the gaze of the Great Jing Whisperer, she said:

   "I just want you to protect the lives of my subordinates."

   "They're fine, even better than when we left."

   The Great Thorns Whisperer Alfa said a few words calmly, and then leaned on his thornwood cane and carried a bag that exuded the fragrance of herbs, and walked to his den.

  Nasa followed behind him, walking awkwardly, looking limping.

   It should be that the waist and abdomen were injured and did not have a good rest.

   When the two walked into the den one after the other, Nasa saw at a glance his apprentices who were tied to the vines inside the den with ropes.

   All of them were stripped of their battle armor, leaving only their close-fitting clothes, and their heads bowed, as if they had been knocked out. The two apprentices who were still fighting were hung directly above the beast den.

   There is no doubt that this is provocation.

  Nasa's hands clenched into fists immediately. The apprentices who had stripped their armor and weapons in front of her gave her a strong sense of sight, which was simply a replica of her embarrassing encounter in the forest outside Dalaran.

   There is absolutely no other force in this world that dares to treat the Watchers like this, except that abominable bastard.

   "Black Shaw! Get out!"

  Nasa gritted her teeth and called out to the empty den.

  The Great Jing Whisperer leaned on a wooden staff. He looked back at Nasa and asked:

   "You know my uninvited guest?"

   "Well, know."

   The adjutant of the watchman gritted his teeth and said:

   "Not only do they know each other, but they are very familiar with them. He has been in contact with him several times. He is a prisoner wanted by the watchmen. He doesn't know how to escape the lady's personal pursuit, and he also went to Kul Tiras to make trouble.

  I hate to be suspicious now, this guy is hired by those evil people to hunt down us wounded.

   He is a vile assassin.

   There is no moral bottom line to speak of, only for money. "

   "Hey! Your conscience won't hurt when you say that to me?"

   Just after Nasa finished speaking, Blake walked out from the shadow of the firelight.

   He originally wanted to ambush Nasa to say "hello", but this would see Nasa following behind the Great Thorns Whisperer, and Black would know who was in control of the situation here.

   He didn't mean to provoke Orfa, the Great Thorns Whisperer, so he put away his weapon and took the initiative to stand up from his hiding place.

   Holding a dwarf remote control in his hand, he waved to Nasa like a demonstration, he said:

   "Sorry! Or I'll detonate the bomb. I put a **** bomb in the stomach of one of your six apprentices, just press this button and she will."

  The pirate made a blasting move.

   A very hateful smile appeared on his face with the red blindfold and said:

   "So you better not make me angry, Ms. Nasa, don't speak ill of me in front of the people I visit, and honestly tell me all the deeds I have done for this world."

"Grandmaster."

   Nasa looked at the Great Jing Whisperer in front of him.

   The latter stretched out his hand and pushed his weird wooden mask, and said slowly to Blake:

   "The vitality of these six elf ladies has not weakened, but has increased. Did you use some kind of treatment to free them from the pain?"

   "It's just a healing stone, Master Orfa. It is the evil magic of warlocks. It extracts the life force of others and stores it. It is an evil means to save lives when it is critical."

  Black respected Olfa's answer, at least on the surface with a hint of respect.

   He said to the old druid:

"I visited Lord Asar and Ms. Arteni before, they liked me very much, and pointed me in the direction of your den. I came to visit you on purpose, and the two demigods also offered to ask for it. give me a ride.

   But I didn't want to offend the great power of nature, so I chose to walk.

   There is nothing important, just out of respect for the elders. But unexpectedly found these watchmen in your den, and they must not tell you their origins honestly.

  These watchers are the darkest and coldest among the night elves!

  They are the kaldorei's sharp knives hidden in the night, and they see blood when they come out of their sheaths.

   Over the past 10,000 years, they have committed many brutal killings around the world and imprisoned many lives in their dark burrows.

   As far as I know, the most miserable one has been held by them for 10,000 years.

   And they plan to keep it closed

  Look.

   Ms. Nasa, I also reverse black and white like you, it's simple, and I'm better at it than you. "

  The smelly pirate moved his chin towards Nasanu, waved the controller in his hand again, and said:

   "Quick, apologize, or I'll blow up. As a commander, I think you should occasionally think about the lives of your subordinates, they're all still young."

   "They don't have the bomb you claim in their bodies, it's just a malicious joke. As you said, Mr. Black, I'm a lonely old man.

  I'm used to living alone. "

Alfa, the Great Thorns Whisperer, shook his head. He took off the bag full of herbs on his back, took out a cauldron for cooking medicine from the beast den, and set it on the bonfire in the cave. .

   As he sorted the medicinal materials, he said:

   "I don't like noise, and I don't want to be drawn into your rivalry with each other, so if you're going to fight, go out and come back when you win.

   Now, please be quiet.

  I'm going to heal the wounded. "

  The old Druid broke Black's joke.

   But the pirates were not angry either.

   He just smiled and pressed the controller in his hand hard. Under Nasa's speechless gaze, a ribbon ball tied around the waist of one of the apprentices hanging high in the cave was detonated.

  Large colorful ribbons and florets flew everywhere in a muffled sound.

   "Nice trick, the kids will love it."

   The old Druid who was sorting medicinal herbs glanced at the colorful ribbons and florets flying in the sky, and said in a gentle tone:

   "Remember to clean up my den when you leave, and don't leave a scrap of paper, otherwise you won't want to walk out of this forest alive."

   "Worthy of being the most powerful and the last Thorntalker Druid in our human history."

  Blake gave a thumbs up and said sincere compliment:

   "Speaking such ruthless words in such a gentle tone, treating killing as a frank but not a sin, you look like a real strong man.

   is more powerful than those hypocritical elf druids. "

   Although the pirates are so flattering.

   But behind him, the ghostly little fishman has already grabbed a broom that is about the same height as it, and started to clean up the things left by the owner.

  As a murloc, as a beast, Pemberba could more clearly feel the terrifying aura emanating from the masked old man in front of him.

   That is the aura that makes his scalp tingle as long as he feels it, and he doesn't want to provoke such a character.

   "I'm going to correct you, first of all, I'm not human."

  The Great Thorns Whisperer Orfa threw the medicinal materials into his pot and said in a gentle tone:

   "According to the origin theory researched by you humans in the past few hundred years, I belong to the intermediate product of vrykul's transition to human degradation, and I am a half vrykul.

  My race is called 'Drust'.

   Secondly, I am not the last Jing Whisperer in human history. "

   He coughed, pointed to the southern part of the lair, and said:

"In Arrowdale to the south and in the ruins of ancient Gorkovar, there are some of my human students, those of my compatriots and Kul Tiras after the end of the war 2,700 years ago. The descendants of people living together.

   They heard the call of the wild in their blood, and came to learn from me the ancient ways of nature, which I imparted to them.

   Together with me, they guard the life cycle on Drustvar.

   Our lives are part of this nature.

   So does our death.

  One day my mission will come to an end, I will return to the land where I was born, and a new Great Thorns Whisperer will stand up to lead them, this is the rule of all things renewal.

   But that day has not yet come. "

   "But you have lived at least three thousand years, and you have seen the whole Drust step into the way of nature under the guidance of Cenarius, and you have seen the prosperity and decline of your race.

  You have seen Drust wage war against humanity and ultimately lose.

  You have witnessed the creation, development and rise of Kul Tiras.

  You recorded everything that happened on this earth, and you guarded it until today. "

   Black said in an emotional tone:

   "If there is an observer and recorder of the history of Kul Tiras, it must be you. As a child born on this land, I regard you as an elder and an ancestor, which is a matter of course.

   I have informed the demigods Asar and Arteni about the evil peeps that your former brother, Gorak Tul, King of Drust, has had on this land.

  I am here today to warn you about this matter and have sought help with another matter.

   A terrible darkness has been brewing in Kul Tiras for too long, and I am determined to dispel it, and I have linked many forces to do this together.

   But still I need help from you. "

   Having said this, Black raised his head, looked at Nasa, and said:

   "And you, Watchers, I have learned from your apprentices about the attacks you suffered in the waters of Kul Tiras, and I know who attacked you.

   I also know who captured your sister Sera Moonguard.

  What I want to tell you is that, from what I know about them, you have to hurry up to save Sera Moonguard, those people hold the power to tempt people.

   That is not a power that can be resisted by will or faith, it is a power that comes from the void and abyss.

   If it drags on, maybe your sister Sera will join them and become a sharp blade for you and me, which I cannot allow. "

  Blake paused and said:

   "Take a truce for now, Nasa, you poor unlucky bastard, let's join forces to deal with the cultists who attacked you, the source of faith in this land, the Church of the Storms and the sages of the tide."

"and many more!"

  Nasa raised her hand and made a pause. She said in a loud voice under the owl helmet:

   "You said that the non-human creatures that attacked us were sent by the tidesages? How is this possible? Isn't the Church of the Storms one of the true beliefs of your human society?"

   "I didn't say those dark creatures were sent by the tidesages."

   Black corrected:

   "I mean, those abyss creatures named Ke'thir are the Tide Sages themselves.

   Their corruption is more serious than you think. They are also my enemies. Apart from them, I can't think of anyone on this earth who can capture a powerful watcher like Sera Moonguard alive. "

   "Then how do I know that you are not using us to attack your enemy?"

   Nasa asked cautiously:

   "There are many contradictions between you and the Watcher. You have stolen our heritage. This alone is enough to keep you imprisoned in the Watcher's burrow forever.

   Even if I am willing to truce, can you believe me as you say? "

   "Hey, there's nothing more than a little bit of conflict between us. These are all small issues. Believe me, on this earth, some things are more important than hatred."

  The pirate waved his hand, then crossed his hips and said:

   "As for whether they are cultists who attacked you on the sea, as long as you are willing to watch, I can naturally produce evidence to prove it. I don't care if you think of me as a partner or friend or something.

   As long as you make up your mind to attack Tide Sage with me, don't say you just want to catch me, even if you want to kill me, we can still cooperate!

  I can even smile and accept your trial and bow down to you, and I can sing a song for you if you want.

  I'm serious, look at my sincere eyes. "

  Blake pointed at his blindfolded eyes, spread his hands and said:

   "Of course, all of this is premised, that the Church of the Storm must die!"

   (end of this chapter)