Shadow Trails in Azeroth

The exquisite pen signed a contract drafted by Raven himself, and the name belonging to Blake Shaw was signed under the names of the three big guys, which represented the establishment of the contract.

“So where are my joining benefits?”

The pirate naturally put the unusual-looking pen into his pocket, and glanced at the three bastards in front of him who were applauding, as if celebrating something good.

He still cares about the benefits he deserves.

After you leave here, I will send you to the world furnace in my universe.

Raven reached out and patted Blake on the shoulder and said:

I still have some god metal left over from the creation of the world. I can help you strengthen the container and purify your mottled dual godhead power. This may take some time.

By the way, you're not afraid of the heat, are you?

Emmm, it depends on how hot you mean.

Blake squinted and said:

What's the upper limit of the temperature for that awesome-sounding thing of yours?

I don't know, I haven't measured it.

The reliable-looking raven shrugged and said:

Anyway, it burned down most of the universe when it was activated last time. Okay, don't be afraid, I will watch over it for you. It will definitely not hurt more than this beating today.

But I think you really deserve a beating. Who told you to try to hook up with someone else's mother?

are you serious? Or to make him angry? In fact, I have to admit that Ms. Lilesa does have some very charming charm.

you guess?

Blake winked and showed a every man knows expression, while Tyrion next to him also clenched his fists, as if he wanted to have another love question with the pirate.

Pirate Pirates, who was frantically warning in order to survive, immediately changed the subject. He looked at Seb sitting opposite and said:

So, what trouble has our good old fellow Mr. Dick got into?

Faced with his question, Big Brother Cyber ​​did not answer immediately. Instead, he lit a cigar, and with the strange-colored smoke rising, he said:

Have you ever heard that God cannot fight Himself?

I've heard it. Many powerful friends have told me this.

Blake said in surprise:

It sounds like Mr. Dick has encountered some ideological difficulties?

It's much more serious than that.

Seb sighed and said:

The reason why gods cannot fight against themselves is because the existence instinct of life forms as they continue to climb upwards adds a 'safety device' to the self-destructive desire of biological thinking.

Speak humanly, thank you.

Blake stretched out his hand expressionlessly and said:

“Although I have the title of Grand Arcanist and have studied humanoid biological psychology on my own, I have little research and no interest in these philosophical issues.

You can think of me as an uneducated but handsome blond pirate.

We all know that our profession has always been vulgar.

Oh, what a fool.

Seb chewed his cigar, rolled his eyes, and said:

Merlin, come on, you are always good at dealing with women and idiots.

It's not my fault you're not popular with the girls.

Raven complained, then looked at Blake and said:

So let's keep it simple, you are an evil god, but can you make a stone that you can't lift yourself?

Ah, I probably understand when you say that.

Blake blinked and said:

So, our friend Dick is trying to create a rock he can't lift?

No, he went further and that's the problem.

A complicated look appeared in Raven's eyes, and he said:

The entire multiverse exists based on biological fantasy. Everything here is between reality and fiction, so our form is actually the image in the eyes of observers.

Don't ask me who the observer is. This is a very complicated concept. It's best not to know about it at your current level.

In short, Dick's problem is that observers are not kind to him because the stories that make up his image are not exciting enough, but that is not his decision.

He was one of the first fellows to awaken in the multiverse. Before we could transcend our own stories, he had been wandering alone in this bizarre universe.

It is He who brings us together.

The fair and selfless paladin always kept his worries deep in his heart. He once immersed himself in the library of the Dream God and spent a lot of time reading the recorded stories.

We once thought it was just that he liked to read other people's lives to gain wisdom, but it turns out that we don't care enough about our companions.

By the time we discovered he was missing, the situation was already irreversible.

He always felt that his story was not worthy of his achievements.

Tyrion said in a low tone:

“He felt that apart from being a forerunner, his story was quite a failure, so he decided to try it again, just like the eldest daughter you met returning to the material world through the cycle of life and death.

But Dick did it more thoroughly, in a desperate and irreversible way.

Not only did he dissipate his body of holy light, he also destroyed his godhead, and he even chose to forget it.

Is it the kind of forgetfulness I thought?

Blake also frowned and said:

He turned himself into an ordinary person, threw himself into a certain world, and planned to live his life again to try to prove that he can also live a wonderful life?

It's worse than that.

Seb took off his cigar and said:

He turned himself into an NPC. Don't show that look, Blake, I don't believe you don't know what I mean.

Dick threw himself into a certain timeline of Azeroth. He erased all his memories of that world. He only remembered that he was a reborn person and planned to challenge the established history with his bare hands.

But to be honest, with his character

If you meet a cunning guy like you, you will probably sell him and he will count the money for you. I am not criticizing him. Observers have reason to dislike him.

His style no longer suited the tastes of observers.

What they like now are bastards like us who wantonly mess around with men and women and never suffer any loss and have no lower limits. It would be even better if we have some anti-human characters and anti-social habits.

The days of the righteous are long gone and not worth remembering at all, but what can I say, that guy is an old-school person, and he is stubborn and unwilling to degenerate into scum like us.

Well, I probably understand.

Blake nodded and said:

So, you want me to find him? Bring him back?

We just want you to find him but not disturb the life he has chosen and keep your observation and intervention to a minimum except when he is dying.

Merlin said with emphasis:

“It was a cautious concern because Dick did such a great job.

He has almost broken all of his power characteristics as an immortal. He is now an ordinary Paladin. I can't even predict whether he is a human being or whether he was born in the Azeroth we are familiar with.

If he died on this trip, he would be dead forever.

If we cannot save him, we will forever lose a friend, a fellow countryman, the person who brought us together, the person who helped me.

I see, it does sound difficult.

Lord Evil God snapped his fingers coolly, and asked Sargeras, who was wearing a bartender's suit, to bring him a glass of wine again with a stinky face. Then he tasted the strange-tasting drink happily, winked and said:

“An ordinary person without any foresight, without any background, without any ‘golden fingers’, enters the dangerous world of Azeroth and plans to make a career.

Hell difficulty.

My scalp goes numb just thinking about it. It is really a difficult job to protect him on this journey. No wonder you want to find a powerful pirate like me.

Since you have good taste, I will take this job, but how should I find him? Most importantly, if I complete this thing, what will be my reward?

It depends on what you want.

Saber sighed and said:

Although the private property of the three of us is not much, it still adds up to something. It shouldn't be a big problem to satisfy a country pirate like you who has never seen the world.

Hey, who wants your stuff?

Blake slapped the table and said:

I will grab what I want myself! I am a pirate! Well, if I do this, the three of you will give me a blow.

Especially you, Lord Dawn Blade.

You are not allowed to interfere in anything I do to Windrunner’s mother from now on!

I suddenly felt like I could do this too.

Tyrion turned to Cyber ​​and Merlin and said:

I'm familiar enough with Azeroth, and I can take my Dark Blade Legion across the timeline. That's not difficult. We don't need this dog pirate.

So, let me kill him.

Hey, don't worry, I don't have any particular thoughts about my mentor, and I don't have any special interest in a wife who has given birth to four children.

Blake waggled his fingers and explained:

I just wanted to play a joke on you, um, a really bad kind of joke.

It's really more appropriate for Blake to do it.

Merlin advised:

After all, your version is lagging behind, Tyrion, and your style is too direct and overbearing, not suitable for such delicate work that requires improvisation.

Besides, after the Wall of Origin collapses, we need an immortal who can withstand his temper to stay there as the observation post commander.

There is no one more suitable for this job than you, a dead soul who never lacks patience.

You know what's behind that wall, it's hometown! To be honest, I would rather Dick died quietly than see my hometown being disturbed by those monsters and monsters that should not be disturbed again.

Just because we lost people have found a new home doesn't mean we have to forget where we came from.

Yes, we chose him.

Seb glanced at Tyrion, then turned to Black and said:

Stay away from Ms. Lilesa! Do you hear me? If you dare to come close to her, I will break your legs! Tyrion is an undead, and you should understand how terrifying his obsession is.

If he is really crazy.

No one can save you. You're not a guy who wants to die, right?

I promise, I swear on my godhead.

Black raised two fingers and said to the Blade of Dawn, who was staring at him:

I will never do anything rude to my mentor. I respect her from the bottom of my heart.

I'll keep an eye on you.

Tyrion said in a gloomy tone and stopped worrying about this issue.

Blake laughed, looked at the other two people, and said:

So, I will take my reward now and go to work?

No, don't worry yet.

Mr. Merlin shook his head and said slowly in the manner a dark wizard should have:

We didn't come to you just to do this. Finding Dick is indeed important, but this is your extra work, and you still have your own work to do.

Remember when we talked about the Brotherhood of Shadows' plans?

This is your plan for a group of thirty lost people to be dropped into a new world to start a new life.

Although the two subordinates I personally recruited have resigned, there is nothing wrong with the plan itself. Your appearance represents the infinite possibilities for our fellow employees.

Therefore, this plan will continue.

My pets have found other lost ones in the void, and you happen to have a ghost ship that can sail in any realm, so we need you to start doing your duty.

You need to send this group of fellow villagers into their target world, and then regularly observe their actions and results. If you are very busy, then you can recruit an additional group of observers.

I need to see a report every three months. This should be fine, right?

so.

Blake's expression was ugly.

He shook the wine glass in his hand, even letting the wine spill from the edge, and said:

You went to all this trouble to find me just to let me help you 'deliver express delivery'? Is this an excellent quality that I have but you don't have?

In your eyes, am I just a useful 'courier'?

Hello!

I feel like you are humiliating me now.

Faced with Blake's displeasure, the three guys in front of them looked at each other, and then nodded in unison.

Damn it!

Can you believe they actually nodded?

If this thing were done to other people, Lord Evil God would have drawn a knife and hit him hard, but these three guys in front of him... uh, forget it, Brother Xiao, calm down, we really can't beat these three beasts.

Well, I will keep this grudge in mind. Thirty years from Hedong to thirty years from Hexi. When I, the pirate master, become more awesome, you three will wait for me!

At this moment, the pirate master really missed the personal notebook he used to record his enemies, but as there were fewer and fewer enemies worth remembering, he no longer knew where to throw it.

It seems that it is necessary to restart Lord Blackshaw's Book of Hatred.

Well, you looked a little tired when you came here today. Let's do this. We'll talk about the rest later.

Merlin noticed that the atmosphere at the scene was a bit awkward, and Lord Raven immediately felt tired and made peace. He said to Black:

Come, follow me, I'll take you to see the Dream God. Although that guy doesn't care about anything except coding every day, he is indeed a non-staff member of the Brotherhood and one of our very important allies.

That guy's library records many wonderful stories that happened in the multiverse, and you can find mine, Cyber's and Tyrion's complete stories in it.

Even your own.

I suspect that the Dream God must be writing about the end of your story right now. Maybe you can see that scene in person.

Lord Raven had to give him face, so Pirate Rao Shican was holding his breath and nodded goodbye to the two bastards with a hypocritical yet distanced smile.

He stood up and prepared to leave with Lord Raven, who had a unique robe.

But the next moment, a big hand was placed on Blake's shoulder.

Lord Evil God looked back and saw that Big Brother Cyber ​​was smoking a cigar. His face was split into two by the light projected above his head, and the half of his face hidden in the shadow had a smile.

He said with emphasis:

Your work is very important, please believe me, please do it well. This is not for profit or profit, this is for our hometown.

Um?

Blake froze.

For hometown?

The pirate, who has a very good mind, immediately recalled the few words about the Wall of Origin and his hometown that were mentioned in the conversation between several people just now.

The next moment, a bold guess appeared in Master Evil God's mind.

It seems that the impact on the multiverse after the collapse of the Wall of Origin is not as light as Mr. Merlin said. These three guys are obviously hiding something.

But maybe that's out of legitimate concern?

After all, for a fledgling country pirate, even if he knows some inside information, he can't help except for being anxious and thinking wildly.

He is just a child who has just stepped out of the cradle.

oh.

Blake responded expressionlessly, and then followed the raven and disappeared into this strange house. Behind him, Seb and Tyrion stood under the light, watching his figure disappear completely.

The two were silent for a long time. After several minutes, Seb glanced at the expressionless and cold-faced evil star beside him and said:

Want to have a drink at my bar?

good.

The Lord of Death nodded, reached out and gently touched the dark power armor on his body, and transformed into a successful man wearing a black suit.

He followed Seb and disappeared into the shadows of the room in the smoke from the cigar. As they left, the Lord of Death suddenly said:

I have an unknown premonition.

Um?

In a certain timeline in the Azeroth universe, I may have an extra father.

Well, this is a good thing. If you are bullied in the future, you can call your dad to help. My dad died early, and I only have a mom to take care of me for the rest of my life. You are much happier than me.

.You really deserve a beating, do you know that? If I hadn't been able to beat you, I would have sewn your mouth shut. You are as annoying as that damn pirate.

Huh? Is this the first day you met me? Let's go and have a drink. Find a hot girl to accompany you today. Just treat it as my apology.

It's okay to drink. Forget it about girls. I don't like to relax like this, and my wife is watching.