Azeroth Shadow Trail

  Chapter 760 91. The end of a good thing is a bad thing - add more updates to Qingyi brothers [115]

   The matter of burning witches has always been the "good heart" of the Drustwa people.

  The mountain people have no entertainment on weekdays. It is a great enjoyment to get together and chat outside of work, but the local area is not as prosperous as Boralus, and there are few entertainments such as markets.

  The material life of the people cannot be guaranteed, and the spiritual life is naturally very poor.

  In this case, once there is news of "burning witches", the villagers from Shili Baxiang will rush over to join in the fun, attacking the evil witches while watching them scream in the flames.

   This cruel habit is similar to the fact that the citizens of Boralus like to watch the navy hang pirates.

But after doing one thing for a long time, it will always be a little boring, so under the "enthusiastic suggestions" of "wolong and phoenix", the ritual of burning witches has evolved from a simple "burning" to many "patterns". .

  For example, some people say that witches have dark magic shields, and they won't hurt when stings from blood stings or bees, so to determine whether a woman is a witch, you must use these vicious things to stab her.

  If she doesn't hurt, then she must be a witch.

   if she hurts

   That might be a sly witch in disguise, so a second round of judgment is required.

   According to legend, witches do not cry, so if she does not cry when being tortured, then she must be a witch.

  If she cried.

  The cunning witch is always very good at acting, so there is a third round of trial.

   As we all know, witches' power comes not from food, but from the souls of their victims, whose bodies are just an empty shell, so no matter what they eat they won't vomit.

   So we have to feed them poison!

  If they don't vomit, then they must be witches.

  If she vomited.

   Well, it’s still the previous reason, so a fourth round of trial is needed.

   As we all know, witches are monsters mixed with dead bodies and cruel souls, so they cannot be drowned, so they need to be soaked in water.

  If they didn't drown, then they must be witches.

   if they drowned

  Well, everyone will deeply mourn for an innocent person, and for her huge funeral, everyone will put a small bouquet of white flowers in front of her tombstone to express their apologies and blessings.

   In short, the "burning at the stake" of the classical school is generally used at the end.

  When the "witches" have been stung by bees, tortured, fed poison, and submerged in water, it is time to let the flames appear and purify everything.

   "This is the story of Abby, the little girl who likes to have tea parties."

   On a tower overlooking the city square in Klein City, Blake sat beside the tower with his feet crossed, admiring the scene of the 21 witches wailing in the flames below.

   He said to the Pope who was praying beside him with an expressionless face:

   "I don't really care if little Abby is a witch, I just feel heartache for what happened to her.

   Those five rounds of so-called 'trials' are impossible for any adult man to survive, but when little Abby died in the flames, she was still calling for her parents and friends.

   She just wanted to have a tea session with her friends, so she went and stole those things.

   She even left a note saying that she will work hard to make money when she grows up and give them back.

do you know? Your Majesty.

   I used to hate Drustvar, I hated the incompetence of the lords here, the stupidity of the people, and even had some crazy ideas when I was young.

   But then, I grew up.

   I realized that this kind of problem is not just caused by someone unilaterally. "

  The smelly pirate shook his head.

  The magic eyeballs on his shoulders turned to look at the old Pope beside him, he said:

   "Don't think that everything I do is utilitarian.

   I admit that I invited you to Kul Tiras for a purpose, but in the case of Drustvar, I really just want you to look at the land with your eyes and decide what to do with it.

  The Church of the Storm, as a native faith, never set its sights on the Drustwa Mountains, which is normal, because they were born in the evil darkness.

   They wish that this mountainous area would remain ignorant forever.

  Because of this, I would rather dedicate the whole of Kul Tiras to the Holy Light, at least the believers of the Holy Light are maddened, and will not allow the so-called "five rounds of judgment" to happen to young girls and little girls.

  I am a troublesome slacker, so I entrust my country to you, Your Majesty.

  I am the future king of Kul Tiras, I beg you. No, I beg you, you must bring light here, into the hearts of everyone who likes to watch witches burn.

  If you can't do it, then I'll do it myself. "

   "I promise you, Blake."

  The old Pope said in a deep voice:

   "This is a guarantee in the name of the Holy Light. I and the entire church will do our best to take care of the souls of your people. However, your father may not want to see the Holy Light bloom on this earth.

   He has a lot to think about, he.”

   "How old is he?"

  Blake took a sip of wine and said contemptuously:

   "I am the King of Kul Tiras who was personally appointed by Thoradin the Great. If he has any opinion, he can go to the Hall of Valhalla to appeal to Thoradin the Great.

   As long as he dares to go.

   As long as he is not afraid of being killed by the emperor.

  Relax and do it boldly, Your Majesty, I'm going to bear it if something happens! Let's start with Drustvar, dispel the darkness here, and dispel the darkness in the hearts of the people.

   This is what you good people who claim to save souls should do. "

After   , Blake stood up, patted the dust on his clothes, and walked under the tower.

   As he descended the stairs, the Pope suddenly asked:

   "Blake, you say, does your father know what's going on here?"

   "He knew that his third-rate spies would tell him what had happened to Kul Tiras. He might be heartbroken, but he would eventually board his ship, set sail, and conquer the seas.

   He will always be a sailor, he will always choose the sea.

   He's not a bad guy in the traditional sense.

   As you said, he has a lot to think about. "

  Black said without looking back:

   "I don't have the right to scold him on this, because I am too. Stay away from people like us, Your Majesty. We are not good people."

   The Pope did not ask any further questions.

   He stood on top of the tower, watching the old Earl Waycrest below in the flames of the burning stake, announcing to his people that the ban on witch trials would be abolished from now on.

   The old Pope scratched a symbol on his chest and recited the sacred scriptures in a low voice.

   Things are really bad here.

   But the good news is that change has already begun.

—

   Four days later, when the story of the burning of 21 witches at one time was still a topic of conversation among the local people, on the cliff in the northwest corner of Klein City, the grand wedding ceremony of the Waycrest family began.

   Local figures with heads and faces were all dressed up to attend.

   Dai Lin also rushed over with her family members and distinguished guests in the early morning. The heads of the four major families were all there, not to mention the little lords.

   And until then, Blake didn't know who Daelin's guest was.

   "When Gene was burning his eyebrows, he was still in the mood to come to the wedding of the nobles of other countries?"

   In the crowd outside this very old snow forest church, Black, who disguised himself as a businessman, held a wine glass and said to Red Jack, who followed behind him and trusted him very much:

   "He really doesn't plan to care about the domestic werewolf curse, right?"

   "Uh, this is not, Master."

  Jack is very skilled in disguising himself as a minor nobleman from another country, which will gracefully wink at the Kul Tiras ladies next to him.

  While drinking alcohol to cover up his actions, he whispered to Black:

   "According to our 'Eyes' report in Boralus Harbor, it seems that His Majesty Jean came to Kul Tiras for the Waycrest family's wedding, as well as for help.

   As far as we know, on the first day he arrived in Boralus, he went to visit the temple of the tidesages, and talked with the seasages there for a long time.

   His Majesty the King is already in a state of emergency.

   He even began to ask for help from the Haixians. "

   "Then he really has a big heart."

   Black sneered and said;

   "His Majesty Jean thinks that his country is not lively enough. After the introduction of extreme animal protection, he will introduce a group of the most powerful cultists in Azeroth to go to his own country to 'live and lively'.

   With such a king, the Gilnean people are really miserable. "

   "It's not his fault, Master."

  Red Jack said:

"Judging from the information we collected during the time we were lurking in Kul Tiras, the Church of Storms is really normal. Although it is a bit blind and its members are withdrawn, their reputation among the locals is really good. it is good.

   If you didn't bring the dark news, I wouldn't consider them a threat.

   It can only be said that they are really good at disguising. "

   "Shh, don't talk, the Haixians are here."

  Black made a gesture to tell Red Jack to shut up. He adjusted his clothes and walked forward with a smile on his face, pretending to be a fanatical believer and wanting to talk to the five high-ranking Haixians who were entering the church.

   Of course, they were blocked by the guards of the Haixians. The five high-ranking Haixians didn't even look at Blake, not because they were arrogant, but because there were too many fanatical believers like Blake.

   It's almost like a fan meeting.

   "Remember the guy at the head."

  Black retreated into the crowd, took a sip, and said to Red Jack:

   "I will strangle him with my own hands in a while."

  “?”

  Red Jack blinked and said:

   "Master, do you have an old grudge with him?"

   "We are the uncrowned, we never wield a sharp blade for personal grudges."

  Black smiled and drank the liquid in the glass in his hand. He handed the glass to Jack and said:

   "I just think that strangling a high-ranking Haixian with your own hands as a signal to start a war would be very ritual. What do you think? Well, let's continue to enjoy the banquet here.

  I'll go to the layout first.

   Everything is arranged.

  I know that although you obey me, you have doubts in your hearts about the necessity of this battle. Don’t worry, since it is the creed of the Uncrowned that I set, I will not destroy it with my own hands.

   You will see.

   This will be, like the story of Dalaran, a war for some belief above reality, and we will fulfill the oath we made when we became the Uncrowned.

   We will guide fate in the cry of the ignorant.

  We will change the world under the watchful eyes of heroes.

   It will thank us.

   All should thank us, even though we don’t need to. "

   After finishing speaking, Blake reached out and unbuttoned the button of his collar, took off the scarf around his neck, put it on the crook of his arm, and looked back at Dai Lin, who was chatting with the nobles.

   He shook his head and left the church in the crowd.

   He is not unwilling to see his former good friend enter the palace of marriage and bless him.

   He just has more important things to do.

Ten minutes after Blake's departure, the wedding officially started by the Pope himself, Arthur Waycrest in the uniform of a Kul Tiran officer, and Arthur Waycrest in a luxurious dress sewn by the magic tailors of Suramar. Miss Meredith in the white elf wedding dress completed the ceremony with the blessing of the Holy Light.

  The most exaggerated thing, and what makes everyone exclaimed, is that Arthur and Meredith stepped into the church on two natural demigods, the bighorn deer and the star doe.

   This scene is enough to make this wedding a classic story of the entire Kul Tiras.

  After being baptized by the Pope and officially converted to the Holy Light faith, the couple presented the family secret "Silver Ash Canon" to the old Pope in front of all the guests.

   As the Waycrest family's dedication to the cause of the Light.

   This legendary holy book reappeared more than 2,000 years later. It was a legend at first, causing the guests to burst into exclamations and even making Dai Lin excited.

   He also grew up listening to the bravery stories of the Ash Knights.

  Daelin never imagined that one day she would truly see the legendary exorcist knights truly return to the military system of Kul Tiras.

   When the old earl and Arthur himself announced that they would rebuild the Knights of Ashes, everyone in the church cheered.

   That is the legendary knight order that followed Colonel Arom Waycrest to the north and south, and it has also disappeared in history for more than 2,000 years.

  Today, this matter is destined to be recorded in the annals of history by the historians.

  The excited Dai Lin announced on the spot that the Admiralty would provide some necessary supplies and financial support.

   He only asked for the rebuilding of the Knights of Ashes as soon as possible.

  Daelin is really looking forward to seeing a group of high-level knights who can use exorcism power as marines in her fleet.

  The situation in the South China Sea is already a little bad. He has a premonition that the storm is coming, and he is about to increase the strength of the Kul Tiras fleet to meet possible challenges.

The generosity of the king    also allowed the nobles to see the rise of the Waycrest family that had been silent for many years.

   However, some people in the ceremony were not so happy.

  The faces of Haixians are ugly.

  The legendary Knights of Ashes are not known for their strength, but the detection and killing of dark forces by these exorcist knights are as difficult as high-level paladins.

  Once the Ash Knights appeared in Kul Tiras on a large scale, some dark secrets of the Church of the Storm would not be able to be kept, not to mention the brief appearance of these two demigods today.

   Could this be a disturbing sign?

   They are not afraid of the challenge of the Ash Knights and demigods.

   But they don't want to be exposed at the moment when this mission is not yet complete.

   "Sister Adriana, and Brother Darrell, Brother Pike summoned you on the island outside the church, and my tutor said that he has important things to discuss with you."

   Just as the sea sages were sullen and discussing solutions in a low voice, a young man wearing a low-level apprentice robe hurriedly walked into the church and said something in the ears of the high-rank sea sages.

   "Huh? You're Nat Pagle, right? The lander from Southsea."

   Sister Haixian, headed by five Haixian, looked back at Nat, who came to report the letter. She said:

   "You are Pike's new disciple. He has always praised your talent. But since your mentor has already come, why not come to the church, and go to the island to have a secret talk with us?"

  Nate hesitated, then pointed to the Pope and the great knights in the center of the church.

   Several high-ranking Haixians with a ghost in their hearts immediately understood.

   They nodded, found a reason to retire first, and followed the mountain road below the Snow Forest Church under the leadership of Nat, all the way down to the bay, where there was a small sampan.

   A few sea sages sat on it without using a paddle, just recited a few words, and the water flow pushed the boat towards the offshore island.

   They had no doubts about the news that Nat brought.

   is probably out of trust in his companions, but of course there is also the pressure and irritable thinking brought about by what we have seen today.

   But when they landed on the island, they were not greeted by their brother Brother Pike, but by a young pirate who had his back to them and was putting a pirate captain's hat on his head.

   "Hello, great Haixians."

  Blake took off the pipe, blew out the smoke ring, and put the two sets of Elementium Hidden Blades that Old Ghani had just sent on his wrist.

   He raised his left hand, and in the strange mist surging around, with a soft click of a machine spring, the silver-gray blade popped out from under the palm, shining with a cold light.

   The young pirate turned his head, opened his arms, smiled and said to the high-ranking sea sages who had already responded to the battle:

   "I bring you a question, a battle and a trial."

   "Which one do you want first?"

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   (end of this chapter)