Shadow Trails in Azeroth

Chapter 311 20. Look, I just said she would cry, right? --——【2535】

(Additional update for ASSASSINZZC brothers [5/5])

"Suramar City is the hometown of many heroes. Tyrande Whisperwind, Brother Stormrage, the Shadowsong siblings, and even your Majesty Dath'Remar Sunstrider.

They were either born in this city or fought in this city.

It is truly a city that has been legendary for thousands of years.

Unfortunately, it has now been used as a nest by a group of self-destructive rats. "

Black rides on his hell horse and gallops on the hills of this land that has been abandoned for ten thousand years. From time to time, he overlooks the elven city shrouded in purple magic sky and expresses some very personal opinions.

Beside him was Lady Lylitha Windrunner on her undead steed.

There is also Natalie, the ship's doctor who was sent over by the goblin aircraft. The pirate dragon rides on the same horse as the captain, but because she is a ghost, she is basically light and airy, making the mount feel no pressure at all.

According to the description of Lady Veleny, the widow of the Nightborne, after her daughter was kidnapped by the Suramar City Guards, she should have been sent to a place called Ta'ano.

There is an elven ruin in the mountain. After the Ancient War, it was used as the cemetery of Suramar City. Because elves rarely die naturally, the frequency of use of the mountain cemetery is quite low.

Fortunately, it's not far from the ruins of Meredel where the pirates found Veleny, a round trip on horseback that takes at most half a day.

"Continue the issue we just discussed about Grand Magister Elisande, mentor."

Blake determined the direction, pulled the reins of the horse around a simple stone bridge over the river, and headed towards the mountain road in front of him. Then he turned to Windrunner's mother, who was silent beside him, and obviously had something on his mind, and said:

"Based on the information you know now, what kind of person do you think Elisande is?"

"I don't know much about her. The only bit of information I got was from reading His Majesty Dath'Rema's diary when I was young."

Ms. Windrunner answered simply:

"She is like a stranger to me. I only know that Grand Magister Elisande was deeply trusted by Queen Azshara during the ancient Elf Empire.

He commands a very elite magical force to search for artifacts left by various creators around the world for Her Majesty the Queen.

During the War of the Ancients, when Azshara was tempted by the demon and summoned the Burning Legion to enter Azeroth, Elisande made a very wise choice.

She did not trust the devil, and in the face of her foolish loyalty to Azshara and the survival of the world, she chose to abandon Azshara. "

General Lilesa recalled the knowledge in her mind and said softly:

"But the Grand Magister is not a righteous person. While she abandoned Azshara, she did not join the camp to save the world. She and her subordinates retreated to Suramar City when the war was at its most intense.

What happened next is unclear in His Majesty Dath'Rema's diary.

But that was basically the last time the city of Suramar and the Grand Magister appeared in history. His Majesty the Sunstrider once made speculation that Elisande might have died from some dangerous force. "

Having said this, while running towards the mountains, Lyresa glanced back at the purple magic sky in the distance, and said with a sigh:

“In His Majesty’s diary, he recorded that when he left the continent of Kalimdor with the high elves, he also tried to find the city of Suramar, but he found nothing.

Who would have thought that this city would be pushed from the center of the world to this remote sea area in a huge explosion that shattered the earth? It can last for ten thousand years.

What an incredible miracle. "

"It's just that you don't know."

Blake snapped his fingers and said:

“The Night Elf Moon Priests and Druids have always known the location and situation of Suramar after the War of the Ancients. Their natural holy land is on the Broken Islands.

But they did not choose to tell Dath'Remar Sunstrider, and instead allowed you to travel across the ocean and establish your own country in the eastern continent.

Those girls who live in the trees are not idiots either.

They are probably afraid that you high elves who are unwilling to give up magic will join forces with the great magister of Suramar again, causing a magical disaster.

This kind of vigilance is understandable, but the method is a bit unethical. "

Lilesa didn't answer the question.

She is not a person who is keen on politics, and she is not interested in saying too much about the grievances between the Kaldorei and the Quel'dorei. It is all a matter of the past.

What's more, she was not born during that time.

In the era of her birth, Quel'Thalas was already established.

To her, the division and conflict between the sages and the Kaldorei was just a piece of history in the scroll.

"Then Captain, what do you think of the great mage?"

The ship's doctor, dressed in black, was very interested in this topic. She wore a hood and asked:

"You seem to know the history of the elves and Suramar very well. You must come to Suramar, and you must have your own purpose. You have your own position on that distant history.

Anyway, I have nothing to do now, so let’s talk about it.

Just think of it as a way to teach ignorant humans like me some interesting facts that are not taught in history classes. "

"Ah, well, I don't have much dislike for the Great Magister Elisande."

Blake shrugged and said:

"It was she who boldly used the Titan artifacts full of arcane magic during the catastrophe of the Ancient War, built the mysterious Night Well, and used that power to protect Suramar.

It was she who preserved the millions of elves in this city and protected them from the troubles of the outside world until now.

She is a savior and a qualified ruler.

He is also a strong man.

When the Night Well is fully charged, the Archmage's magical power can easily reach the level of a demigod. The narrow-minded Queen Azshara could tolerate such a traitor for ten thousand years, and it was definitely not out of kindness on her part.

Of course, no one is perfect.

If you have to say that Elisande has any shortcomings."

The pirate tilted his head on the hell horse and thought for a while, organized his words and said:

"She has ruled Suramar for ten thousand years. That kind of rule has solidified into an instinct. Power seems to be innate, and she no longer listens to the needs of the people she rules under her protection.

This is just like on a ship. If a captain fails to realize the resentment of his crew and cannot meet their needs, then mutiny is a very reasonable outcome.

No matter how much magic power Elisande had, it would not be enough to distribute it equally to all the elves in the city within ten thousand years, so she adopted a very simple, direct, but stupid distribution method.

Among the people who originally obeyed her, camps were forcibly drawn.

Whoever is loyal to her and obeys her increasingly bloated administrative system will get enough magic power. In turn, civilians like Velenni who have no power and no channels can only live in subsistence for a long time. offline.

No one wants to go hungry.

Oh, by the way, you may not know that children of the night like Veleny have been transformed by magic in ten thousand years and become strange beings.

They don't eat and only survive on a drink called 'magic wine'.

In fact, to put it bluntly, it means directly absorbing magic power.

In Suramar City, whoever controls the supply of magic wine can control the power of rule. From this point of view, Elisande is really not stupid.

The control of An Yejing, the source of magic power, is firmly in the hands of the Grand Mage.

Her rule remains secure, but there are signs of rebellion.

Now all it takes is a reason to incite the children of the night, and the Grand Magister and her henchmen will fall into a turbulent internal war. "

Having said this, Blake glanced at Lilesa cryptically, and the latter fell into a strange silence.

The pirate's words seemed to be explaining Suramar's current situation to Natalie, but in the ears of Windrunner's mother, it had a different meaning.

No matter from which angle you look at it, the situation of the Nightborne and Suramar City is very similar to the current situation of Quel'Thalas. They are simply carved from the same template.

So, will the high elves also encounter the problems that the Nightborne encountered in the future?

"Here we are."

Black's words interrupted General Liressa's thinking. She tightened the reins of her horse, turned over and dismounted, and relying on the solidified spirit brought by the cursed gold coin, she followed the pirate forward and crossed a stone arch that had mostly collapsed.

What appeared in front of them was an elven cemetery built on the mountainside, transformed from the ruins of a temple, with white tombstones erected on top of it.

Buried here are the elves who died in the ancient war ten thousand years ago.

"In front, there is a hall around the cemetery. There are life activities in it. There are more than a dozen people and a group of children. There are quite a few. It seems that this is the stronghold where the Suramar City Guards place the kidnapped children."

The legendary ranger activated his perception, and it was like invisible eyes scanning the entire vast dead cemetery halfway up the mountain, locking on the target in less than three seconds.

The pirate nodded, held the sword hilt and dagger at his waist, and said to the others while sneaking into the shadows:

"I'll just go there alone."

"Ms. Windrunner, go take a look below the valley. There are some very 'interesting' things there. Natalie goes with her to prevent the mentor from being unable to stand the stimulation and causing the spiritual body to collapse, which would be bad."

After saying that, his figure disappeared into the air and sneaked towards the hall where the target was. There were just a dozen Nightborne guards, not Suramar elites.

With Blake's now critical body and his increasingly proficient combat skills, he could kill these guys quietly and easily.

After he left, Lylitha Windrunner took a look at the valley under the elven ruins that the path ahead led to. She spread her senses suspiciously and found that there were also some weird life forms moving down the valley.

Then walking down the path, Ms. Natalie obeyed Blake's order and followed closely beside Lilesa.

She wanted to know too.

The captain took such a big detour, what was it he had to show Windrunner.

——

Ten minutes later, Blake was holding a cute child of the night in his arms, followed by a large group of rescued purple-gray skinned little elves.

Amidst the noisy cheers of the children who got the candy and were out of danger, he led the group of children along the mountain path and down into the valley.

He saw Lyresa Windrunner facing him, firing a bow and arrow, shooting down a group of weird elves wandering in the valley in front of him.

"Ah! It's the Withered One!"

Connie, the little elf loli who was held in Black's arms, screamed and hid in the pirate uncle's arms, shivering. The other children also hid behind the pirates, peeping their heads to see the carnage in front of them.

"That aunt is so amazing."

They marveled in Salas, and with Black's approval, the pirate stretched out his hand, touched the head of the child of the Night who was grabbing his trouser legs, and said:

"General Lyresa is the most powerful. She can kill all the withered ones wandering throughout Suramar by herself. With her here, these ugly monsters can't hurt you.

correct.

You should call her 'grandma' and be a polite child, got it? "

"captain!"

Seeing Blake's appearance, Natalie, who was observing a corpse, stood up immediately. She raised her head, a serious expression shining under her hood.

Pointing at the corpse, he asked:

"These children of the night, what happened to them? Why did it become like this? After General Lyresa saw them, she went crazy. She seemed to have seen something terrible.

Her spirit body was already very unstable, and I didn't even dare to comfort her soul.

She was in great pain, as if she had foreseen some impending disaster or danger. Those things affected her emotions and gave her a self-destructive tendency.

I can't understand this sudden burst of emotion. Is this related to some elven secrets? "

"Calm down."

Black calmly stroked the silver-gray hair of Connie's girl in his arms, and looked at Lyressa Windrunner who was silently slaughtering the Withered in front of him.

He said:

"Of course Ms. Windrunner will be shocked, of course angry, and of course terrified, because she has seen the future fate of her beloved country and people.

I remember that you asked me if I had any plans to plunder Quel'Thalas.

The answer is, no. "

The pirate snorted and said in a gentle tone:

"Why plunder a country that is destined to perish? Quel'Thalas is finished. The high elves have gone too far on this road of self-destruction.

I don't need to plan a robbery at all.

I just have to be patient and wait.

When Silver Moon City turns into ruins, won't you let me pick up the treasures there? "

As he spoke, Lyressa Windrunner shot the last withered man in the head in front of him. The strong general dropped his bow and knelt on the ground among the corpses, covering his face and shaking, as if his spirit had been completely defeated.

"look!"

Blake said to Sephiel, the first mate of the pirate dragon who appeared behind him:

"I just said she would cry, right?"

"If you lose, remember to owe me ten gold coins."