Azeroth Shadow Trail

   Chapter 1046 142 Yes, this is all for world peace! It's not a child's affair

   "But I'm not telling you this to open your wounds, my beloved General Feather Moon."

  In the dark night of the great desert of Silithus, Blake galloped forward, and said to Shandris Feathermoon, who was sad alone beside him:

   "You're just emotionally ignoring the situation we're facing right now.

The first intel from the    Wardens should have been sent back to Mount Hyjal. They confirmed the threat of the Burning Legion on Draenor. In other words, Azeroth is about to face another ancient battle.

   This time, the demon was even more aggressive, and the gods in the mortal mouths like the King of War personally gave a warning.

   And the demons, remembering the failure of thousands of years ago, hated the kaldorei who brought them shame. Once they enter Azeroth, I don't know if other civilizations will survive, but the Kaldorei will definitely be the first to die.

  Devils are a bunch of vengeful bitches. They are powerful and can lose countless times, but if you lose once, you are done.

   In such a situation, you have to be fully prepared.

   In addition to mobilizing legions and preparing supplies, shouldn’t the legendary commander Jarod Shadowsong who led you to victory in the War of the Ancients 10,000 years ago be brought back quickly? "

   The smelly pirate stretched his voice and said:

   "Or, do you think that you can defeat the devil without the leadership of a legendary figure with long sleeves and strong will like Garrod?

   If you really think so, then I think your confidence may be a little too high.

  Look at what you have alienated from other allies in the past ten thousand years. Without Garrod's central adjustment, you would not be able to organize the tyrannical defense line that was ten thousand years ago.

   His presence is necessary to you. "

"Uh?"

   Shandris froze for a moment.

   She really didn't think about it from this angle.

News of the    Demon's return has been confirmed by the Sisterhood of Elune, but at several meetings no one has brought up news of Jarod Shadowsong.

   After all, the man who was almost elected as the king of the elves because of his achievements in leading the elves to win the battle of the ancients, has been in seclusion for more than 9,000 years after he retired.

   This long time is enough to make many people forget him, and the elves born in peacetime have not even heard the name of Jarod Shadowsong.

Although    is reluctant to admit it, the Sisters of Elune did secretly erase information about Jarod.

  They did this for the internal stability of the Kaldorei theocracy, and Shandris knew it was necessary.

   Although it was a bit unfair for Garrod, considering that Garrod has been reclusive, that very bold man probably doesn't care about these false names.

   His retreat back then already represented his unwillingness to fight for power.

   "Look, this is actually a very simple truth, you found it too, right?"

  Black turned back immediately, glanced at General Shandris Feathermoon with a look of excitement and excitement in his contemplation, he smiled softly.

Say:

   "Jarrod Shadowsong can be forgotten in times of peace, but once war begins, a strategist and military strategist like him means a lot to the Kaldorei.

  He maintains an incredibly good relationship with dragons, druids, and wild demigods and their kin.

  There is no other diplomatic talent like him in the elf kingdom, and his art of war amazes me.

  You must put Jarod back in command of the Kaldorei military force before the demons arrive, which will make your resistance a lot smoother.

   Let me put it more bluntly, his existence can save you a lot of deaths.

   But here comes the more important question.

  Who is the most suitable person to invite a legendary figure who has been in seclusion for more than 9,000 years to come out again?

  You see, even though Garrod decided to go into seclusion back then, I think he could feel the pressure of the Elune sisters against him.

   Not to mention that he almost died by Illidan's sword.

   They all say that it was Garrod's bad luck that broke Illidan's conspiracy, but I don't think it's that simple.

   It is likely that the priests of the Sisterhood of Elune took advantage of Illidan's love for your mother and used Illidan as a knife to cut off rivals for Tyrande's superiors.

   He almost died in a political conspiracy, who could swallow that breath?

   It won't work for your mother to send anyone, not even her own. No matter how she explains it, it can't change that after Garrod went into seclusion, she was the biggest beneficiary.

   For someone like Garrod who doesn't like politics, but who is almost born with political talent, he might have already decided that Tyrande was the mastermind behind the 'assassination' on the top of Mount Hyjal.

   In order to protect his wife and children, he will not accept any kindness from the higher ranks of the Kaldorei.

   except for one person

   Except for the one who was never forgotten by Garrod, the one who once made an alliance with Garrod under the World Tree, and the one who swore to stay with Garrod for the rest of his life but finally let go. "

  The smelly pirate stretched his voice, squinted his eyes, and said to Shandris Feathermoon, who clenched the reins and was breathing quickly:

"except you!"

   "No one can persuade that legendary figure to return to the elves' camp except you, but I guess even if you go, you may have to pay some 'price' to heal the shadow in Jarod's heart."

   Black gave a quirky smile and said:

   "But wouldn't that be better?

   It's good for both public and private, isn't it?

   The name is right, General Shandris, this is not for the weak things like the love of two people, this is for the life and death of the Kaldorei and the whole world.

  This is for world peace!

   This is a great cause.

   You must be willing to give yourself to a great cause Well, physically.

tell me.

  As a sentinel general, born with the mission of defending the people, would you refuse such honor? Are you still having trouble convincing yourself? Do you want me to find some more reasons for you?

  Once you know the result you desire, it is too simple to use the result to infer the reason. I can come up with ten or eight at random.

  By the way, do you want me to give you a bottle of love potion?

   For the sake of our familiarity, we will charge you 20,000 gold coins. "

   "Enough! Shut up! Vile pirate! Don't allow you to insult my mission and my personality like this."

   Shandris Feather Moon blushed and yelled loudly:

   "This is not a conspiracy as low as you say, this is for my people! For this world! Even if I really want it, it is a noble sacrifice!"

   "Yes, just think so, just tell yourself that, good boy."

  Blake snapped his fingers and said in a persuasive manner:

   "Thinking like this will make you enjoy the good night in the future more, and it will also make it more natural for you to persuade Garrod, remember the words your brother-in-law taught you, and repeat them in your mind.

  It's best to memorize it and tell him when the time comes.

  If he doesn't listen, give him wine.

   After a night of confusion, he would surely agree.

   As for Sarah Hill

  You don't have to worry about her at all.

   That girl is a good girl in the true sense, and she will raise her hands in favor of anything that is beneficial to Garrod, let alone such a major event that concerns the safety of the world.

   Garrod's wife also knew that their relationship was fulfilled by you.

  10,000 years ago, you generously fulfilled them.

   Now, it's her turn to fulfill you. "

   "You're a devil!"

   Shandris didn't want to hear any more.

General Feathermoon of   Silver-winged Sentinel stood uneasy on the saddle behind Mistsaber.

  The stinky pirate's statement is really too cheap, but helplessly, this statement is like a key, which suddenly unlocks the love lock in her heart that has been sealed for thousands of years.

   All kinds of thoughts kept coming to mind, making Shandris think about it while scolding Black.

  What an excellent priest, what a legendary hunter, what a sentinel general, all the majesty disappeared at this moment, and the calm accumulated over ten thousand years also completely disappeared.

   She seemed to be back in the youthful days of love 10,000 years ago. Her mind was full of love that she had given up and could not get back. Seeing Shandris' eyes wandering, Blake blinked.

   After a few seconds, while Shandris's mind was floating, he suddenly asked:

   "Have you seen me in the ancient battle 10,000 years ago?"

   "What? How could I possibly have seen you?"

General    Sentinel was stunned for a moment and said:

   "Are you talking nonsense? How could you possibly go 10,000 years ago? And I was always by Mindo's side to help her fight, so I might have seen you?"

   "Uh, you got it wrong, what I really mean is, have you seen a vicious guy like me in the war 10,000 years ago?"

  Black took the opportunity to bring the topic to Jarod Shadowsong again, and he asked:

   "Compared to your little lover, who do you think is better at the level of strategy?"

   "How can you compare to him?"

   Shandris sneered and said:

   "Jarold is a legendary hero recognized by dragons and other races. He led us to win the battle of the ancients. You are just a stinky pirate with some dark wisdom."

   "Alas, although I was prepared, this answer is really disappointing."

  Blake rubbed his forehead and said something regretful.

   He looked forward.

   Under the dark night of Silithus, the Beetle Wall at the southernmost tip of the Great Desert is casting a huge shadow in the desert.

  This wall spanning the entire southern part of the desert has powerful energy, interwoven by the magic of four-color dragons, which makes it capable of resisting large-scale impact of insectoids.

   It is a protective barrier that stands here in the form of a city wall. It isolates internal and external communication at the spatial level, and seals the dark city of the Qiraji people in dimensions outside the present world.

   It is impossible to climb over this majestic sacred place.

   In fact, no non-Kaldorei race would have been able to get within a hundred yards of the Beetle Wall if it weren't for the lack of quicksand fragments that rendered the Beetle Wall incapacitated.

   This thing is the most powerful "spectacle" that dragon magic can create in Azeroth.

  Even though it seems to have been weathered and weathered by time, it still divides the great desert in two with its majestic existence.

  Between the farther south of where it is located and the cliffs of the sea, there is a huge city with a strange style unknown to the world.

  The interior is full of peculiar black crystal obelisks, where countless bugs go back and forth, and occasionally one or two twisted and weird bug people can be seen, leading the swarm to worship their dark gods.

  Under the moonlit night, the peculiar actions of these insects make the place full of a kind of mysterious and evil coexistence.

   But if you look at it from above, it's not hard to see that this war-torn city is structurally similar to Ny'alotha the Sleeping City of N'Zoth the Corruptor.

   They are the old memories built by the ancient gods to commemorate the "hometown" after the era of the dark empire came to an end.

   is just a dark city on the surface, and the buildings destroyed by war are comparable to Stormwind City, but this is only the tip of the secret iceberg buried in the great desert of Silithus.

   With its tradition of building more tunnels underground to expand its residential area, the exaggerated space that exists under the invisible surface will definitely shock everyone.

   In fact, the local druids have been trying to measure the dark city under the great desert of Silithus for thousands of years, and they have come to a very pessimistic conclusion.

   Even by the most conservative data, the mantle layer beneath the entire desert should have been hollowed out by at least one third.

   And when Shandris saw the majestic and majestic Beetle Wall in the distance, her mood quickly calmed down.

  The tragic memories of the battle of quicksand thousands of years ago easily dispelled the fantasy of love between men and women, and made the weather-beaten veterans enter that kind of warrior attitude again in an instant.

   She straightened her waist and said to Blake beside her:

   "You can't imagine the price we paid to build this wall, it's not so much to seal the swarm, but to protect us and the land.

  I never thought that one day I would come back here with the idea of ​​completely defeating the swarm.

   No matter what you think, no matter what purpose you have, I have to admit that your plan gives me a glimmer of hope, Lord Black.

   I apologize for my previous indifference and provocation.

  I sincerely hope that your dark wisdom can create a miracle, instead of sacrificing the casualties of innocents as war sacrifices, you can completely end the war between the elves and the swarm with the efforts of warriors.

  I am willing to give all my strength to your plan to fight for victory. "

   "I'm not used to it being so formal all of a sudden."

  The smelly pirate on the saddle picked up the jug, twisted the lid and took a sip into his mouth. He glanced at the moonlight above his head and said:

   "Now, what I need you to do is simple.

   Go get Jarod back before the demons invade, no matter how you do it. You are right, Jarod Shadowsong is a hero countless times more qualified than I am. He is the commander of the Destiny of the Anti-Magic Alliance.

  With him, I can save a lot of trouble.

   As for now, what I need you to do is simple.

   See the desert outside the Beetle Wall?

   Find the closest worm nest, no matter how big or small.

  Take this shovel, we're going to dig through like a bug. Why are you looking at me like this? I'm not crazy, and don't think how mysterious the way the bugs get over the beetle wall is.

   Even the enchantment set by the giant dragon with its life cannot stop the continuous excavation for nearly a thousand years.

   The magnificent city wall you can see is already full of cracks, and the glory of the millennium will collapse with a slight push.

  In this world, nothing is eternal, and those who claim to be eternal will be defeated by themselves.

   Dig it.

   Hurry up!

   I don't want to spend the night in the desert, it's hard to think about the sand getting into my clothes. "

   (end of this chapter)