Azeroth Shadow Trail

   Chapter 893 223. Run away from home, Her Royal Highness! --Add update for Brother Shuangyanyu [325]

  Moira Bronzebeard thought she was going crazy.

   She didn't know why this thought kept circling in her mind after that Princess Fina from Kul Tiras visited her.

   She even suspected that she was being cursed.

   But after becoming a priest of the Light during the Orc Wars, she checked repeatedly with the power of the Light, and she was not mind affected.

   But that idea was so strong that after Princess Fenna left, she sneaked out of the palace and ran to the Explorers Hall.

   But when she was actually standing behind Black Shaw, Princess Bronzebeard suddenly realized something.

   She seemed a little too reckless.

   Her knowledge of the person in front of her was limited to those untrue legends, about Dalaran, about Kul Tiras, and some gossip inside the Church of Holy Light.

  It is said that the pirate in front of him had a close personal relationship with Pope Fao, and some people claimed that he was a "true prophet".

The saying    has appeared a long time ago, and it coincides with the story told by the elf attendant of Princess Fina just now.

   Even the brave and independent Princess Fina said that her ability to get to where she is today is inseparable from Blake Shaw's encouragement.

   This made Princess Moira wonder for a while if there was any close relationship between Fenna and Black.

  She's going to be in a mess.

   felt like he was being stupid, maybe it would be better to turn around and leave before he noticed.

  I am the Bronzebeard Queen!

   If someone discovers his indecent behavior, it will definitely become a shameful incident that affects the reputation of the Bronzebeard family. So, the cloaked dwarf princess quietly turned around to leave, but suddenly heard a voice behind her.

   This made Moira's entire body stiff.

   It's as embarrassing and ashamed as if someone found out for doing something stupid.

   Even at her age, it is enough to be a mother to this human being, after all, it is a longevity species.

   "I don't have any questions for you."

  Moira, with a kind of vigilance, said to Black, who turned his back to her and admired a vrykul sword on a display stand:

   "I'm just here to thank you for this gift and to ask why."

   As she spoke, she also took out the crown of the Ring of Flames that had just been presented by Princess Fenna herself.

  To be honest, this crown was forged very much in line with the aesthetics of dwarves, which made the Bronzebeard Princess like it at first sight.

   The most important thing is that even though it has been surrounded by burning flames, it is not hot when touched by fingers, and it has a warm feeling.

   As a dwarf royal bloodline who is good at forging, the queen can easily tell that this crown is not just an ornament, it is also a very powerful magic item.

   After learning from Princess Fenna that this crown was given by the pirate in front of her, Moira really wanted to thank her in person.

   Moreover, as a very smart woman, combined with Black's bad reputation in the human world, she can easily deduce that the purpose of the pirate's gift is not simple.

   "I know that you have just talked to my father secretly about some things. If you plan to use this gift for me to help persuade my father, then I cannot accept this gift."

  Moira raised the Ring of Flame in her hand with some regret, and said:

   "I cannot participate in the politics of the Bronzebeard Kingdom."

   "Why not?"

  Black continued to admire the various exquisite collections in the Explorer's Hall display case, the Eye of Kilrogg suspended on his shoulder, floating in front of Moira Bronzebeard.

   is like looking at the bronze-bearded princess with his own eyes.

  To be honest, although dwarf girls have always been incompatible with human or elf aesthetics, Moira Bronzebeard’s looks are completely disgusting.

   Of course, she has the big nose and high forehead that the dwarves are proud of, as well as the standard height of the dwarves. In addition, the dwarves do not regard slenderness as beautiful, they advocate a stocky and strong figure.

   Well, it's stocky, not a bucket waist, so it can be understood as "meat, but still has lines".

  Princess Moira is a true "dwarf beauty" by this standard.

  The most important thing is that she has big eyes that are very bright and shiny no matter what the standard of the race is, and she also wears golden hoop earrings around her ears.

  The princess braided her long, bright chestnut-red hair, which she possessed as a royal family of bronze beards, and tucked them up on the sides of her head, forming a hairstyle unique to dwarves.

  Some trendy **** girls also use this hairstyle.

   But this style of dressing up hair is also suitable for these two short races, and women of other races are somewhat unmanageable. If Finna had hair like this, it would make Blake laugh out loud.

  The pirate observed the Bronzebeard Princess who had met for the first time, and he said:

   "Is it that your Majesty Magni does not allow you to intervene in politics, or do you hate that kind of exchange of interests?

   From what I know about the succession laws of the dwarves, if the Bronzebeard family has no next-generation royals other than you, then the kingship is destined to fall to you.

  The wife of His Majesty Magni, your mother passed away many years ago, and the king has no plans to remarry.

Your uncle, Prince Muradin, has dedicated his life to forging, wine, and battle, and in the future I see he is proud of the dwarves and defenders of the Bronzebeard clan, and will have no little family of his own .

   And your other uncle Brian

   He didn't say anything.

  If you are the destined king of the future, why can't you participate in the kingdom's politics in advance? My friend Kael'thas Sunstrider is a prince, as noble as you are, and as willing to inherit a country.

   He fled the court because he hated political fighting, how about you? "

   "I don't want to talk to you about this."

  Black's question seemed to touch on some psychological taboos of Moira Bronzebeard, she took a few steps back vigilantly and said:

   "Our relationship isn't that good yet."

   "Give me a little more time, Your Generous Highness."

  Black didn't care about Bronzebeard's resistance, he added:

   "I also occasionally read some humanities books of various ethnic groups to pass the time.

  My favorite is a series of treatises on the customs of various races by Lord Aksenus, a well-known royal historian in Ironforge and throughout the Eastern Continent.

   Her views are sharp and full of original insights.

   One of the studies on the status of women in the various dwarven clans opened my eyes. The female historian from the Bronzebeard clan stated in the paper that women had the highest status among the Wildhammer dwarves.

   Next is black iron.

  Her hometown of Ironforge is full of unreasonable machismo, and the status of female dwarves in the Bronzebeard clan urgently needs to be improved.

   What does Her Royal Highness think of this point of view? "

   "I am the second author of that paper by Axonus"

  Moira Bronzebeard snorted, she felt that the human being in front of her always had something to say, and her dwarf temper made her dislike this kind of hidden way of speaking.

   So she asked directly:

"what do you want to say in the end?"

   "Then I'll say it straight, forgive me, Your Highness."

  Black laughed, he finally turned around, looked at the dwarf princess under the hood, and said softly:

   "Having a patriarchal father made you have a bad time since you were a child? Even if you work so hard, you still can't get your father to recognize your ability.

   The saddest thing is that he doesn't recognize you just because you're a girl.

   not that you are incompetent.

   As far as I know, His Majesty Magni, although he loves you very much, has always hoped for a son to rule the kingdom after him, and is disappointed that you have not become his male heir.

   Your relationship with your father is so bad because of it, right? "

   "Where did you know this?"

   Moira paled in shock.

   The princess said in a tone of disbelief:

   "My father didn't even tell my two uncles about this idea, he only discussed it with a few of his advisers. I overheard it by accident.

   Are you among his advisors?

This is impossible!

   Those advisors were all old dwarves over 200 years old. When they became advisors to the king, your grandfather hadn’t even been born yet!

  You bought them? "

   "Perhaps with a more acceptable interpretation."

  Blake spread his hands and said with a smile:

   "I am a prophet, Her Royal Highness."

   "All pretense and vigilance in front of me are meaningless. I know your troubles, I know your pain, and I know why you came to see me.

   As I said, you need to ask me a question and I will give you an answer.

   As for why I want to give you this crown, don't think too much, I have a way to make your father accept my proposal, in fact, he has already accepted.

   The fate of the dwarves will usher in a great turning point, and I single-handedly make it happen.

  I don't need an underappreciated heir to the throne to help me persuade His Majesty Magni. Even if I really wanted someone to help, I wouldn't look for you.

  You and your father will quarrel as soon as they meet, and asking you for help can only be counterproductive.

   Also, don't you think this crown is meant to be yours? "

   "It does feel that way."

  Moira Bronzebeard stroked the Ring of Flame in her hand, and she said:

   "It's like, a friend who I've never met made this crown for me, he knows what I like, he knows I like watching the flames burn, and even the weight is perfect for me to wear.

   This is the most perfect gift I've ever had since I was a kid, I'd love to know who forged it? "

   "Is this your problem?"

   Black coughed and said in a long voice:

   "If it is confirmed, then I will tell you the answer?"

   "No no no, that's not the problem!"

   Queen Bronzebeard waved her hand hastily.

   She let out a long breath, then looked at Blake and asked seriously:

   "If you are really as magical as Princess Fenna and other rumors say, then there is only one prophecy I want from you.

  I want to ask you

   Can I become a qualified ruler in the future? Can I impress my nasty father with admiration? Can I surpass his rule? "

   "Well I feel like you're not asking me for answers."

  The pirate rubbed his chin and said:

   "I sense you are coming to me for comfort.

   It can be seen that what kind of shadow your father's stubbornness has cast on you, so that you yourself begin to doubt whether you can become a qualified heir.

   But I will give you an answer.

  I have seen that future, Moira, you will stand on the throne and rule with pride, but not here, your kingdom is far away.

   You will eventually return to your hometown, but you will not be the king of Bronzebeard.

   This will not detract from your greatness, for you will bring up a king of all dwarves with your own hands.

  You and your father will eventually reconcile, and after a lot of hardships, you will realize that your father's stubbornness is not the only cause of your tragedy.

   and your inaction. "

   "My inaction?"

   Moira was irritated by Black's words.

   She stared at the pirate and said sharply:

   "How do I persuade a stubborn father who only wants a son to accept me?

   I showed him my knowledge.

   Compiled books with his historian, and I wrote papers that even a pirate like you had read, but he turned a blind eye to it!

   I showed him my bravery.

  When the orcs attacked Ironforge, I joined the Church of the Light and used my power to heal the wounded on the front lines. His guards all thanked me, but he was indifferent to it!

   I show him my strength.

   When I was young, I learned martial arts from Muradin, went out to the city alone to fight snow leopards and brown bears, and even went to shovel snow monsters, and all I got was a scolding.

   He thinks that the princess should stay in the court honestly, and when she grows up, she should marry off as a tool for political marriage!

   He's a stubborn old man!

   He's still a dwarf, which makes his stubbornness like a mountain, I've done the best I can, I've tried.

   But I failed.

  You still say that I do nothing?

   You call yourself a prophet, no, you are just like him, you are all blind!

  I shouldn't be here, I only got one disappointment.

as always.

  Every expectation will only be disappointed. "

  The Bronzebeard Princess squeezed the crown in her hand and took a few steps back. Blake's guidance finally made her say the words that were deeply hidden in her heart, and her eyes were red with anger.

   Not only because of the pirates' evaluation, but also because of the injustices he has suffered in the past.

   "I'm about to cry."

  Blake covered his eyes hypocritically and said:

   "You yearn for a piece of recognition and respect from your father. You keep trying but keep getting disappointed. You've been trying to turn disappointment into strength, but you're tired.

   You don't expect any more.

   So let your dissatisfaction with your father turn into a shadow and devour yourself to avenge your father.

   That's what I want to hear.

   That's the answer I'm interested in giving. "

  The pirate figure disappeared from the spot in a flash, and when he reappeared, he stood in front of Moira. He took the ring of flames from Moira's hand and placed it on the head of the weeping princess.

   is like a coronation.

He says:

   "If someone thinks you can't, then you have to prove it to him! Stubborn old men will never accept their mistakes unless he sees it with his own eyes.

  I proposed to your father to create a dwarf hammer to reunite the three hammers, but from his eyes, I saw a kind of helplessness.

he knows.

   He can't handle the Dark Iron clan.

   But, you can. "

  Blake was half-kneeling in front of the Bronzebeard Queen. He looked at those red eyes, which reflected a soul longing for recognition.

   In order to get the respect she deserves, she can even burn herself.

   "You can do what the great Magni Bronzebeard can't do. The look on your father's face must have been wonderful when you returned to Ironforge with your submissive Dark Iron dwarves."

  The pirate said softly:

   "The divided dwarves are destined to be unified, so why can't you be the one who brought it together? You love this crown, right? Do you know who forged it?"

  Black patted Moira on the shoulder and said:

   "Emperor Dagran Thaurissan has just lost his loyal master.

   I expelled the Balrog with my own hands. The time when the Dark Iron dwarves were enslaved is over, but they have been kneeling for too long, and they don't know how to enjoy their freedom.

  Their emperor was full of ambition, but he didn't know how to lead his people.

   and you

  You have been preparing for **** for decades, all you lack is a chance to prove yourself.

   Go and rule them.

  Prove your father wrong and reap a love that is doomed. "

   "But, but Thaurissan if."

  Moira's eyes widened.

   She instinctively wanted to ask back, but she saw the pirate raised a finger at her and made a silent gesture, Blake stood up and said in a low voice:

   "Are you so unsure of your own charms? My lord. I am a prophet. Trust me, Dagran Thaurissan will be your servant.

   He will be extremely insane.

   His empty heart is in need of a new master at the moment. What could be more suitable as a shackle than a fiery love? "

   (end of this chapter)