Azeroth Shadow Trail

   Chapter 885 215. Good news

   "Oh, I'm in a hurry, my favorite 'Onyxia brand dress' is still flying, it suddenly lost control of her soul, and I don't know if she will crash?"

   In the blood ring of Black Wings, Xalatas and the disgusted smelly pirate chattered for a few seconds, then she suddenly exclaimed and suddenly disappeared from the pirate's heart.

  Black waited patiently for nearly five minutes before Xalatas returned.

she says:

   "It's done. Those little orc cubs almost fell to death. Fortunately, they flew close to the ground before, and they and my clothes have been properly placed on the coastline. Sefir will take care of the next thing."

   "You came back alone?"

  Black said as he moved towards Chromaggus:

   "Isn't the dragon mother suspicious?"

   "How does she have time to doubt me now? She's so busy."

   Xalatas said sarcastically:

   "The overbearing expansion of the Mother of Dragons in the Gorgrond Wilds has enraged the local ogre tribes, who have summoned the gronn to attack the new lair of the black dragons.

  It is said that a group of mysterious but powerful orcs also joined the hunt for the black dragon. The Dragon Mother has lost nearly ten adult black dragons in the past half month.

   But things should be better now, before I crossed the Dark Portal, the demons also landed in Gorgrond.

  Those ogres are afraid of demons and should have retreated.

I guess it is only a matter of time before the Dragon Mother escapes back to Azeroth. This time, the demons are coming in full force. Although the elite of the army has not yet entered Draenor, just looking at the offensive of the frontman, it is definitely a sweeping world. tide of demons.

  The world of Draenor is too weak to withstand a full-scale invasion of the Legion.

   In a few months at most, that world will all fall.

   The next target is naturally Azeroth.

   In the case that the Dark Gate cannot be destroyed, the demon only needs to reactivate the gate, and the attack that is a hundred times more tragic than the orc invasion will start in an instant. "

"Um."

  Black nodded, he had already expected this result, so he didn't bother about it. On reaching the beast pit of Chromaggus, the pirates said to Xal'atath:

   "If Nefarian's guest is really a bronze dragon from another timeline, then the traces I have appeared here cannot be concealed from it. I need you to use the power of the void to help me 'contaminate' the timeline."

   "Wow, this is too difficult, my little master. I don't know how powerful I am in your heart, but there is no doubt that your requirements are beyond my limit."

   Xalatas said quietly:

   "Time is the most advanced power in the arcane system. To distort or contaminate the time you existed, only a void creature with a powerful entity like the ancient gods can do it.

   I'm a poor void spirit, I can't do it. "

   "You're starting to disappoint me, my servant."

  Black covered the helmet on his face playfully and said:

   "In the past, you never said you couldn't do something. I started to miss the omnipotent you."

   "Oh, you have grown to this point, my little master, be realistic, I already need you to protect me."

  Xalatas smiled very charmingly, she licked her lips and said:

   "But although the timeline can't be distorted, I can help you in a way, we can tamper with these traces you left. Increase your power and output void residues to contaminate the images you left in time.

   Contaminate it to a level that a normal human being absolutely cannot bear.

   In this way, even if the bronze dragon comes, it will be difficult to see your true face through the occlusion of the void, and it will not take the initiative to suspect you. "

   "Can it still be used like this?"

   Pirates came to be interested.

   Knowing that Nefarian is very likely to have a bronze dragon ally, Black became aware of all the tricks that could be used against the bronze dragon.

   "Of course, this is the proper use of void power.

  Among the six major systems, only the void has the "deceptiveness" of time, because the scale of the existence of the void even exceeds the eternity in which the concept of "time" was born.

  The superposition of countless chaos and eternity, the "time" that mortals cannot reach or even understand, is just a ridiculous plaything in front of us.

I said that.

  I will take you into the warm void when I come back this time. I will make you kneel at my feet and pray for endless joy. I have always kept my word.

   Now, start the class!

listen carefully. "

  Xalatas's tone became very serious in an instant, and even made the pirates feel like they were facing Dean Blue Moon.

she says:

   "Raise your hand and focus my divine power on your fingertips, keeping it vibrating at the highest frequency you can control, and then you can feel the traces of time upon you.

   But be careful.

   Forces so deep into the void will tempt you, living knowledge that is forbidden, in a form that you cannot comprehend.

   You can only ingest a little at a time to satisfy your thirsty appetite. Eating too much will cause you to be noticed by the Void, and even if you don’t want it, the knowledge will actively seek you out.

   This is very dangerous behavior.

   Take your time, yes, that's it, you learn so fast, I really want to kiss you as a reward, but unfortunately my 'attractive dress' is not here, so I'll talk about it next time. "

   Under the guidance of Xal'atas, Black's first real foray into the void was just a taste of it.

   He didn't feel the void echoes emphasized by the Void Essence, but he did feel a very different feeling from the usual shadow rhythm.

It's just like.

How to describe   ?

  On the spiritual level, you are involved in a dark and unknown sea of ​​no light. Even if you know that a wave will crash your boat, you can't help but want to set sail.

   Sure enough, every Proudmoore has an ocean in his heart.

   "Very good, you picked up your first 'shell', a little boy playing on the beach."

   Xalatas chuckled and said:

   "In the future, in the event of contact with the bronze dragon, remember to maintain this state of 'Void Infusion' at all times, it will help you disguise yourself in time and cut off all timeline tracking.

   But you'd better hope Nefarian's **** friend isn't a high-level Quicksand Scale, and they don't see a trick like that.

   Those masters who walk the timeline can trace to the future, and the cover of the past is meaningless. "

   "I'm not worried about that."

  Black sensed the pollution of the void around him, he said softly:

   "There is no fixed future in this timeline, any move forward will only result in an unreadable chaos, even if Nozdormu comes, there is nothing I can do.

   I just need to protect myself in the 'past'.

  This is my home.

  Let's go, let's go to Blackwing's Lair to lurk and see who the 'invisible visitor' is on tonight's appointment. I hope she's not the troublemaker I'm familiar with.

  Otherwise, I would be a little stuck. "

"Um?"

   Xalatas said suspiciously:

   "Does the little master know other bronze dragons besides Sefir? Although I already know that you have a wide range of friends, this really surprised me."

   "Chromie, a troublemaker."

  The pirate jumped lightly on the upward moving elevator, and said:

   "It's the good friend Sefir always talks about, she's a real member of Quicksand Scales, an adult bronze dragon, it's hard to deal with.

   And with her character, I can be sure that even now that the bronze dragons have withdrawn from this timeline, the troublemaker must be paying attention to this timeline, ready to rush in at any time to 'rescue' his friends.

  I even suspect that she may have discovered the secret that Sefir is still alive.

   I hope this has nothing to do with her. "

  Black waited patiently at the entrance of the Blackwing Blood Ring, and exchanged some information about Draenor with Xal'atas by the way, until dozens of minutes later, the black dragon reopened the door and changed the shift, and the pirates were able to return to the blackwing lair outside.

It was almost noon now, and the black dragon who went out to "purchase ingredients" had returned. When Black was wandering in the Blackwing's Nest, it was instructing several dragon "chefs" to deal with the captured fire-smoked dragons and Lava spider.

   These giant dragons are really not particular about what they eat, what they want is an "original ecology".

   But the process of processing the ingredients made the pirates frown. Although this thing is indeed a rare ingredient, how can it be so rough?

   The next step is to wait.

After Blackwing's hours of wandering around Blackwing Lair, after bored pirates nearly stole the wallets of every dragonman in Blackwing Lair and rummaging through the treasures of every dragon's nest, tonight's guests finally Show up belatedly.

   right on Nefarian's throne platform.

   All black dragons and dragonmen were ordered not to enter this place. In the corner of the prepared banquet, Black quietly hid in the shadow behind a pillar in a Void cloak.

   He was waiting for the banquet to start.

   When a certain time came, Xalatas reminded in a low voice:

"coming!"

"Um?"

  The pirate looked up, and saw a mass of quicksand light on the platform with a little difficulty opening. This time portal was not smooth at all, as if it was torn with some kind of pressure.

   After casting the spell for more than ten seconds, a short man rushed out of it cheering and landed on the other end of the long banquet table.

   The black dragon prince Nefarian, who was about to fall asleep, also woke up instantly, adjusted his hypocritical expression, and showed a master smile.

   "It's a little late today, I almost thought you were going to be late, my friend."

Nefarian in human form raised his glass to the short dwarf girl sitting across from the long table, who ignored Nefarian's enthusiasm at all.

   Panting, she picked up a lava spider's leg and put it in her mouth like a crab and bit it.

   While eating, he said vaguely:

   "The Bronze Dragon is never late, but neither is it early, we only appear at the right time.

   Alas, in other timelines, the Eternal Dragons are more and more active, Nozdormu has been missing for too long, and the entire Scales of Quicksand is headless. The Dragon Queen Somilian and her son have no idea how to lead us.

   They are fighting a war that is simply impossible to win.

   And I, I know all the truth, but I have to play stupid with them, it's so tiring. Fortunately, I'm about to get out of that crazy day.

   All it takes is a reasonable 'death in battle', which is easy. "

   This old-fashioned little dwarf dress is very interesting, she wears a set of bronze armor, but the decoration on the shoulders is a clock with gears running.

   Beneath his long shiny orange hair, he wears an eye patch similar to a pirate on his right eye, but the main body of the eye patch is something like a magnifying glass.

   Let her orange eyes be enlarged, looking very funny and magical.

   In addition, she is covered with various pendants related to "clocks", and clocks, in the world of mortals, represent time.

   After seeing the face of this little dwarf, Black let out a sigh of relief.

   Okay, not Chromie.

   is another bronze dragon he hadn't seen before, but dressed as a dwarf. This eccentric and wicked man has gotten to know Chromie a little bit, and he seems to be another troublemaker.

   "You look really hard."

   Nefarian nodded. Although he didn't know the meaning of the nouns in the words of the bronze dragon, he was still very graceful and said in a gentle tone:

   "Then don't talk about plans tonight, so as not to spoil your appetite, let's enjoy the big meal."

   "Hey, don't pretend, Nefarian."

   The little dwarf snorted and said sarcastically:

   "I've known you since you were born. I still don't know what you are? I know what you want to ask me, don't worry, I've arranged it.

   I will bring you the 'loot' you need sometime in the future.

   In exchange, you have to help me with my plan, and I'm going to spend the rest of my life in this wonderful timeline, one where no Eternal Dragon will interfere with the rest of my life.

  The war on the timeline is unwinnable, so I can only be a shameful deserter.

   It's shameful to escape this stuff, but it's really useful. "

   "Aren't you afraid that my father will cause a twilight moment and destroy the world?"

   Nefarian shook the glass in his hand and asked:

   "Are you so confident in our abandoned timeline?"

"I am scared."

   The little dwarf pushed the magnifying glass on her eyes and used a fork to pick up a piece of smoked dragon liver. At this moment, she was like a philosopher, and said with a serious expression:

   "But I'd rather risk an unknown future than get caught in a 'Möbius ring' that I can't get out of."

   "But for bronze dragons, isn't the unknown the most terrifying thing?"

   Nefarian asked:

   "I still can't understand your choice, you gave up omniscience and omnipotence, just to seek comfort?"

   "I want to correct your stupid statement, the bronze dragon is not omnipotent!"

  Little gnome biting into the delicious smoked dragon liver, she said:

   "I don't actually like this timeline either.

   There is no future me here.

   I have no way to send me a crisis warning, no way to call my future me to fight for me, and no way to share my present happiness and distress with my future me to seek my comfort.

   But at least I won't lose my past.

  I can hide in the past and enjoy the peace, instead of being chased by the future me. Do you know how desperate it is to have an endless war between myself and myself?

   Before I was born, when I was born, when I died, when I went mad. In each of my past and future, I have to fight each other with myself until there is only one left.

   The worst thing is that I still can't win.

  When all memories and expectations are polluted by endless battles, there is nothing to look forward to in immortality.

   I doubt that the future or past me is driven mad by this despair.

  You envy the 'immortality' and 'immortality' of bronze dragons, but you don't understand how much we paid for this curse. I gave up voluntarily, Nefarian. "

   The little dwarf lowered her head and touched the pocket watch on her wrist very preciously. She said:

   "Don't look down on me because of this, I just want to make my life easier."

   Holding a fork in her hand, as if venting her anger, she inserted a few holes in the smoked dragon's liver, and took a bite of the delicious food in her hand.

   She murmured and repeated:

   "You who are ignorant cannot understand."

   "You just need to hide in the sewers and pick up some good people's scraps, and enjoy the conspiracy of being a bad person like a mouse, what an ignorant, what a happy guy."

   (end of this chapter)