Shadow Trails in Azeroth

Any mage in Azeroth knows that the core of this world's magic network is in Cordala in Northrend, a central tower protected by blue dragons.

The Azerite Explosion incident that had a profound impact on the magic world a hundred years ago gave rise to many new lower-level locations in Azeroth's magic network, which suddenly increased the concentration of magic in the world to an astonishing level.

But the importance of the Demonic Nexus has not diminished.

It is still the absolute core of the magical tide in the entire world.

From there, it can affect the flow of magic throughout Azeroth. This was not only common sense a hundred years ago, but also basic knowledge that any magic apprentice in this world should know a century later.

The legendary Demonic Nexus is tightly protected by the mysterious blue dragonflight and their draconians. Only those spellcasters and heroes recognized by the blue dragons can enter Kaudala to find out.

According to many leaked manuscripts, on the frost island off the coast of Northrend, there is a towering ice tower, and the symbol of magical power given by the Creator Titans, which can The Focusing Iris, which can cause terrible disasters anywhere in the world, is stored in that tower.

The mighty Spellweaver Malygos and his consort Lady Sindragosa are the bearers and protectors of the Gem, something that only exists in legend.

To ordinary mages, it is almost no different from the artifacts that appear in myths.

But few people know that there is a secret place in the Hall of the Eternal Eye where the Focusing Iris is stored. It is the secluded place of a great figure who also left a famous name in the modern history of Azeroth. , is the warm nest and residence of a lonely person in this hundred years.

That was the dragon hero who rose to fame in the years before the start of the eternal bloody war. He was a warrior of hundreds of tribes who had saved the world from danger several times. He was a legendary dragon that was praised by countless races in the world. He was also a giant dragon. The most well-known representative of the Legion in the past hundred years, no one dared to call that gentleman by his first name, especially in a thunderstorm.

It is said that every thunder and lightning that rings in the sky is the sound of the adult breathing in his deep sleep, and the violent wind that covers the sky and the earth is the breath blowing from her nostrils, and the bright day after the rainstorm represents the adult's breath. anger.

There is no doubt that it is a very terrifying existence. It is a mythical dragon known as the Thunder Dragon. It is the ruler and predator at the top of the power of all dragons and dragonborn, and it is also the world of Azeroth. One of the most glorious miracles that can ever be born.

It's a pity that the whole world has not seen the pair of wings covered with thunder and covering the sky and sun for a full hundred years. It seems that the legendary story has become a relic of the past history.

And according to the content of that adult’s last autobiography published ninety-nine years ago, this one-hundred-year seclusion should be because she bravely challenged the evil Eternal Prisoner who was trying to reshape the world in the Kingdom of Shadows. Zoval was seriously injured and had to return to his lair to recuperate.

That Lord saved the entire material stars and the six realms from a critical moment before falling asleep, and then flew into the Abyss while being seriously injured. He single-handedly mediated the disputes among the six forces and set the tone for an eternal bloody war. .

For those admirers who regard these autobiographies as a model, Azeroth can survive entirely because of the efforts and dedication of that adult. It is because of that adult that the world can continue its history for another hundred years, so every year Every year, a group of enthusiasts suggest to governments that they change the name of Azeroth to Star Nation.

Because that adult's nickname is Queen of Stars.

Yes, even though those ancient stories have ended for a hundred years, no one in this world dares to call that adult by his true name.

Everyone can only use this nickname to honor and remember the great man who has been hidden for a whole century.

Ah, I really can't write it. My brain has completely dried up. I have no inspiration at all, so I might as well forget it. There is really no material for my new autobiography plan.

It’s not that I don’t work hard, it’s not that I’m procrastinating, it’s just something I can’t do anything about.

In the cabin of the Eternal Eye, the world savior wearing round glasses was lying on her luxurious writing table like an abandoned house. While she was muttering to herself, she casually wrote a few words on a piece of paper. The paper was crumpled and thrown aside.

All kinds of papers were scattered around her armchair.

Reflected under the black round glasses were a pair of beautiful but dazed and chaotic eyes. The dark circles under his eyes meant that this guy must have been there for several days.

No, considering her status as a dragon, it must have been several years since she had a good night's sleep.

If we don't consider the issue of painting style, we can probably call her an immortal cultivator. Looking at her face full of immortality, it is estimated that she will soon complete her cultivation and fly to the west.

boom

The door of the dimly lit hut was pushed open, and a short elf girl in a maid outfit walked in with a cup of warm and fragrant tea.

She glanced at the paper balls scattered on the ground, then at the star-patterned quilt under the light, and at the unidentified creature curled up in a ball on the chair that shook from time to time, and sighed helplessly.

The dragon maid stepped forward, put the tea in her hand on the writing table with an expressionless face, and took out a pocket watch to read the time. After counting down thirteen times, she mercilessly waved her left hand into a palm knife, There was a loud bang on Master Xing's noble forehead.

ah!

The attacked Lord Xing raised his head suddenly and let out a dragon roar.

A series of golden thunder burst out from around her messy hair. If you don't take into account that fairy-like face, this scene is actually very intimidating.

And those golden thunders compressed to the extreme are indeed very dangerous. If it is used in the eternal bloody battle in the Maw, it may be able to melt a high-ranking demon commander on the spot after charging up and spitting.

However, in the past hundred years, the greatest use of the divine thunder given by the creator Titan was to roast the food brought to you by the maid, and to chase down cockroaches and mice that jumped into the house.

Well, why are there cockroaches and rats in a place like the Eye of Eternity? Well, just look at the advanced lifestyle of the fairy-like girl in front of you who is far ahead of this era.

Ah, Amygosa, you traitor!

Mr. Xingxing, who only woke up after being hit on the head, rolled his eyes, wrapped up his beloved little quilt again, picked up the pen again and pretended to be an artist who was struggling for a new book to catch fish, while complaining:

If I had known you would hit me on the head so hard today, I shouldn't have hatched you from the dragon egg that night a hundred and fifty years ago.

Yeah, I'm a blue dragon raised by idiots.

The short dragon maid put her hands on her hips without any shame and said expressionlessly:

I only know how to make tea and give a lesson to an idiot who has become a useless dragon by knocking her on the head when she is lazy. Of course, if a useless dragon is not satisfied, you can change a maid to serve you.

I know that Sir Seanigosa will definitely not hit you on the head. Why don't you forget about it? Sir Seanigosa was sent by some irresponsible waste dragon to spy on her fiancé. It has been a hundred years. Back to the Demonic Nexus.

So, Lord Waste Dragon, who is to blame for this?

Ah, you have complained to me about this kind of thing every day since Seianni left. How long are you going to keep talking about this over and over again! Bastard.

Little Xingxing held up the cup of fragrant hot tea unhappily, curled up on the chair and looked at the white paper in front of her. She coughed twice to strengthen her momentum and emphasized:

Also! I'm not fishing, I'm preparing my new autobiography! An uneducated fool like you, Blue Dragon, won't understand the greatness of this cause. After all, you haven't experienced that turbulent era.

Let me tell you, don’t look at me like this now. A hundred years ago, I was very powerful!

Hey, the old lady is starting to talk about the glorious past again.

The dragon maid complained mercilessly:

“Also, I’m not surprised at all that your new book has been delayed for ninety-nine years, eleven months, twenty-nine days, and twenty-one hours!

Also, I will keep mentioning Lady Seianni until she returns to the Demonic Nexus!

You big useless dragon!

You don't send out so many blue dragons who have nothing to do, but you insist on sending such a heroic and dashing Lady Sai Anne to help you. Do you know that I admired her the most when I was a child?

I was supposed to be a powerful blue dragon warrior but now I'm a dragon maid who specializes in serving tea and water!

This is all your fault!

Can you please take responsibility for me? Hurry and return Lady Seianni to me!

The short maid who was so angry that she lost control grabbed Little Xingxing's neck and shook her from side to side, causing Master Xingxing, who was full of fairy spirit, to roll his eyes and stick out his tongue, even spilling the hot tea in his hand.

A few seconds later, the confused little Xingxing's eyes suddenly lit up. She reacted suddenly, reached out and grabbed the crazy maid's wrist with a snap, and pressed her down on the writing table in front of her with a flick of her hand.

This movement was so big that the small star-print quilt she had been wrapping around her body was thrown away, finally revealing the figure of the little star a hundred years later.

Well, it is not an exaggeration to say that it is a very exaggeration.

Apparently, one hundred years of this clever mind were not wasted.

All the ingenuity was not used where it should be used, such as opening a new book. Instead, it was all used to create a depraved body that could drive all men crazy.

You just said, how long has it been since I dropped my new autobiography?

Little Xingxing stared at Amygosa who was suppressed by her single hand.

The latter wanted to struggle, but when he looked up, he saw Mr. Little Star's eyes that were originally chaotic but now shone with lightning under the round glasses.

The Thunder Dragon that once so powerfully shocked Argus seemed to be returning to its glory at this moment, reminding Amygosa of that night a hundred years ago, when Lord Little Star cried alone and made a big fuss after returning to the Demonic Nexus.

That night, all the blue dragons, including Spellweaver, were beaten up by the crazy and drunk Little Star.

Well, the fact that this big useless dragon in front of me has been so crazy and blatantly fishing in the Magical Holy Land in the past hundred years is definitely not just because of her cuteness or noble status.

This is a real symbol of strength.

The short dragon maid was frightened, and she said tremblingly:

Ninety-nine years, eleven months, twenty-nine days and twenty-one hours.

It's three hours to one hundred years.

Little Star blinked, let go of the frightened Amygosa, turned around and kicked the chair behind him, and then snapped his fingers to let the thunder dance and annihilate everything that should not exist in the room. Ash.

She stretched her convex body and threw herself on the bed where a human figure had been pressed. Like a good dog looking for bones, she searched frantically in her closet.

Behind her, Amygosa glanced at her pocket watch that had melted in the thunderstorm, and reminded with some distress:

Hey, Waste Dragon, uh, I mean, Lord Little Star, you have to factor in the time difference between the material world and the Shadow Realm. To be precise, there are only ten minutes left before it's a hundred years.

Why didn't you remind me!

Little Xingxing roared angrily, and the lightning sprayed from her mouth almost burned Amygosa to ashes, and the dragon maid also said aggrievedly:

I remind you every day, three times a day! But you have become a useless dragon. You can't blame me for this.

I need to change into something decent! Hell, I can't fit into all the clothes I've carefully tailored over the years!

Lord Xingxing yelled angrily, and Amy Gosa behind her reminded her carefully:

Your figure changes three times a day, especially after you became an adult last year. It has grown as if you had breathed on it. If you didn't say it was natural, I would definitely think that you secretly used shaping magic.

As she spoke, Amy glanced at her flat chest, sighed helplessly, and said in her heart that she was still a baby dragon, it didn't matter, she would definitely grow up in the future.

It will definitely be as big as the star in front of you!

No, bigger than her.

Of course, she did not forget to perform her duties as a maid. When she saw that Little Xingxing was about to go crazy, she reminded her in a low voice:

Well, we are blue dragons. We can use magic to create clothes, Lord Star.

You didn't tell me earlier!

Little Xingxing suddenly raised her head and glared at the stupid blue dragon she had raised. She stood up angrily and called on her magic power to change herself into a sky-blue evening dress in a matter of seconds. I did my hair and put on makeup.

Well, magic is convenient.

Hurry, hurry! Come with me, he is almost here to pick me up. We must be there within ten minutes.

Little Xingxing anxiously pulled her maid and rushed out of the room, planning to set up in the valley outside the Demonic Center.

You must show that you are not eager to meet today every day for a hundred years, you must show your restraint as a lady, and you must not let that damn bad guy captain see your jokes.

However, the moment she rushed out of the room, she saw a tall and familiar figure standing under the canopy of stars in front of her, standing in front of the focusing rainbow like a tourist, fiddling with a The latest gnome camera is taking pictures.

The guy was wearing a black captain's uniform and a pirate hat. The long-sleeved windbreaker was not put on but hung on the shoulders and swayed beside him. From the side, you could see a head of white hair under the hat and a repair on his chin. A decent beard.

The handsome appearance of the man a hundred years ago can be seen from the contours of his cheeks, but the wrinkles on his forehead show the traces of time.

Oh my god.

He is old.

This is not the Blake Shaw she remembers, this is clearly a pirate version of Dai Lin!

At this moment, little Xingxing didn't even have any surprise in her heart, only full of anger.

She screamed and rushed forward.

As Emmygosa covered her eyes in despair, she climbed onto Black's shoulders like a monkey. Without any trace of ladylike demeanor, she grabbed the pirate's face and beard with both hands and shouted:

Change back! Change back for me! I don't like uncle! Change back to the little fresh meat that I was a hundred years ago! Damn it, I've been waiting for you for a hundred years! A hundred years! Every night I will dream about us During the days when we were traveling together, every morning I prayed for the arrival of tomorrow. I even wanted to find the bronze dragon!

But this is not the encounter I wanted!

you!

Change me back!

Don't pull on your beard! Heck, this is a look that took me thirty minutes to achieve. I think this will show you that I haven't lived a good life every day in a hundred years.

I'm working too, okay? You crazy blue dragon, a hundred years have made you even crazier, yo, you have a pretty good figure.

Blake was embarrassed by Little Star's actions.

While he was trying hard to get the crazy little Xingxing off his body, he felt sorry for his beard and no longer acted like a handsome old man who had gone through many vicissitudes of life, just like the situation when the two guys met.

He shouted:

I'm waiting too. You don't understand how difficult it is to constantly travel through different times and still have to spare some time to count down to one hundred years.

You idiot, look at the dark circles under your eyes. How long did you stay up late?

Without further ado!

Under the force of Little Xingxing, Blake finally returned to the handsome posture she had when she left. Lady Xingxing looked up and down at the man in front of her who had been away for a hundred years. The thunderous fire in her eyes could no longer be suppressed, and she grabbed Blake's wrist menacingly. Dragging him towards his secluded cabin.

Hey, what are you doing?

The pirate asked a little scared.

Little Xingxing turned around and roared at him like a queen:

I became an adult last year. The dragon's estrus usually lasts for three months, but I have endured it until now! Do you understand what I mean?

You'd better behave decently for me later! I want you to make up for the one hundred years! Amy! No peeking, no eavesdropping, you are still a young dragon!

He is back, and Seianni must be back as well. Go find her quickly.

By the way, close the Eye of Eternity.”

Master Xingxing flew up and kicked his stupid maid on the butt, kicking her out of the magical holy land with thunder and lightning, and sealed the entire Eye of Eternity from the inside amid the golden thunder and waste.

Then, the door of the secluded cabin slammed shut, and the screams of the pirate master were soon heard in the dazzling electric light, which was very similar to the helplessness of a single older man who encountered a female pervert in a dark alley. It looked like that, but soon, at most ten minutes, the door opened again.

Blake, who was arranging his clothes, curled his lips and looked back at Lord Xingxing, who was wandering around behind him.

He complained:

You are still the same as before, idiot. You are as arrogant as ever. No matter how rich your theoretical knowledge is, it is of no use. This kind of thing depends on experience. I will give you ten minutes to clean up. The Nagfar is waiting for its second officer outside. Woolen cloth.

We set off at midnight.

I owe you a hundred years, and I will make up for it slowly in the future.

After saying that, Lord Evil God Shi Shiran picked up his pipe and walked out of the Eye of Eternity sealed by the divine thunder with the grace of an uncle without any incident.

On the cold platform of the Demonic Center, he raised his head and looked at the familiar starry sky.

A ray of white light flew towards him, and then fell next to him, revealing the figure of Princess Miassas.

She looked at the man in front of her with a complicated expression. After more than ten seconds of silence, she took the initiative and said:

Your Mightiness.

Either you call me father, or you turn around and leave.

Blake replied expressionlessly while holding his pipe in his mouth.

There was silence again. After a few seconds, she said:

Father.

Very well, come on, daughter, I know you have many questions.

Lord Evil God smiled and glanced at the Nagfar floating under the sea of ​​​​stars waiting to sail. He waved to his daughter and said:

We still have some time to unravel this family conflict, and let me tell you my story, about Blake Shaw, the stories that you've always wanted to know but no one can tell you.

That's a pirate story

The story begins with Khaz Modan six years after the Dark Portal.

PS:

I was suddenly notified to do nucleic acid testing. I will post my thoughts after finishing this article.