Azeroth Trail of Light

The Black Sea is always such a quiet place.

It is like the only quiet corner in the noisy world. This is the only commercial port of the night elves open to the outside world. Under this eternal night, the night elves live peacefully here, as it was tens of thousands of years ago. , And it's the same now.

The elves always like to lean against the window by the sea, play the stories of the past with the lyre, sing songs, and savor the beauty of time in memories.

For the longevity race, memories are the real story.

"Ricaud, my dear, it's time to get up, the kids are waiting for you to tell a story."

A gentle female elf with long white hair and pointed ears shook my arm vigorously and awakened me from sleep. I opened my eyes and glanced at her.

Okay, this is Daisy, my sister, a child who never grows up. Although she is 350 years old, she is still a child.

I sat up from the bed with some difficulty and coughed twice. As a result of the adventures in the Plaguelands, I could no longer take up arms. The weakness took root in my body, and my fingers were still flexible. But he could no longer use the dagger to accurately stab the target in front of him.

It’s a blessing to be able to survive. If it hadn’t been for Old Fording to find the best priest in the Silver Hand, I might have already returned to the embrace of the Moon God. As for being able to return to my hometown, I would see Daisy’s face again. , This is already the happiest thing.

But I also got what I wanted.

Wealth, a good life, and family affection that has always been ignored by me.

I thought I was helping Old Fording’s family to reunite, but sitting on the boat back to Auberdine, I looked at the ocean, and my mind was full of Daisy’s already somewhat blurred face. Only then did I understand that he had also taught it. I have many things.

I can't imagine if the story of Old Fording and Taelan happened to Daisy and me.

I should cherish my kinship, not let time destroy it and bury it, so after returning to Auberdine, I took Daisy back from the seminary in Darnassus and moved in together. In my new big house.

Let faith go to hell, I want my loved ones to accompany me.

The great Elune doesn't care about the mind of an elf, I am sure of this.

Those Crusader Orbs have brought me unimaginable wealth, so I used them to open a tavern, which is rare on the Darkshore. The elves like the wines sent from all over the world, so my business is still Not bad.

I call my tavern "Love and Family", a name that is not very pleasant.

But I like it!

I hung a photo of Fording's family on the wall of the tavern. Many human captains recognized Old Fording and wanted to collect the painting, but let their gold coins go to hell.

That's my baby, I won't sell it, that's my memory.

As for Ethanlion's relic, the expensive magic wand was placed in front of the bar by me. Everyone who saw it would ask me its name.

I call it "the dying repentance of the wicked", and it always attracts everyone's praise, especially those who have heard the story of Old Fording and Taelan.

I knew that I had the talent to be a poet.

A group of night elves children always pestered me to tell outside stories, and Daisy was one of them. I reluctantly picked up my lyre, flicked the strings, and said to those children,

"Today, talk about the blue dragon of Winterspring, okay?"

"No!"

"I've heard it all!"

"Ricoud, we want to hear the story of the Stormwind Marshal!"

"No, no, no! I want to hear the story of Lao Chen drinking with you!"

"I want to listen to the worms in Silithus!"

I scratched my head helplessly, then glanced at Daisy, who was looking forward to it.

"Well, then I will tell you the story of how I found those jewels in Stratholme, okay?"

So another beautiful evening, another beautiful ballad.

Then there is an unforgettable story and memory.

The song is floating in the sea breeze of the sea of ​​mist, heading towards the distance, I hope it can reach the ears of those who love stories.

I’m Rickard, a former night elf assassin, a rich man, a tavernkeeper, a younger sister’s brother, and an old elf who loves to tell stories.

This is my story, do you like it?