Shadow Trails in Azeroth

"My child, your words are very beautiful."

In the church, Alonsos Fao, the legendary priest, blinked his eyes after listening to Black's words, like a gentle old man who had heard interesting remarks.

This will reveal a sly smile.

He coughed twice and said:

“But I am an old man and I have lived a long enough life. An old man like me can always see the other side of things, whether others want me to see it or not.

You behave very sincerely in front of me.

But as far as I know, since your ancestors ruled Kul Tiras, the Proudmoore family has been more inclined to support the Church of the Storms in the Ocean Kingdom than to the Holy Light.

Your father and you, although at birth, were both baptized in the Holy Light.

But you rarely wear the Holy Emblem on formal occasions. You, a cunning boy, are still boldly trying to make a deal with a sincere believer using what I regard as your lifelong faith.

But after seeing your suffering, I understand your request.

Little Drake, I will carefully consider your opinion and respect your choice. "

Faao spread his hands under his crown.

His expression became serious, and he said to Drake, who was standing in the shadows in front of him:

"But child, darkness is a temptation. If you choose to live in it, you will never be able to emerge into the world under the sun.

My child, I ask that you refrain from spreading the radical ideas you spoke to me today.

Just like I don't need you to walk in the shadows, I still need to maintain a clear and bright heart.

I don’t even need you to kill me in the name of the Holy Light, or for the Holy Light’s righteous faith, under the high-sounding name.

That is an impermissible evil.

alright.

So much for the discussion of doctrine.

Now, come forward, child, and I will heal you of the burns of the red dragon's fire, as a request for Lothar, and as a reward for your courageous deeds on behalf of our people. "

Blake took a step forward obediently.

The legendary priest raised the sacred holy pact in his hand.

This is a sacred object that has been passed down by the Holy Light Church for nearly three thousand years. It comes from the era of Emperor Thoradin and is said to be a gift left by the Holy Light to human civilization.

But the shape of this thing felt very familiar to Blake.

He has seen many similar things in the game.

The holy deed in Faao's hand was carved extremely delicately by skilled craftsmen. But its essence should come from the fragments of an energy creature among the stars.

Or call it, corpse.

"Touch it."

Faol placed the sacred contract shining with solid holy light in front of him, nodded to Black, and the pirate stretched out his hand and touched the sacred contract.

The next moment, the old priest recited a verse.

A triangular bright holy symbol unfolded behind him, like wings of light, and the power in the sacred sacred contract was also aroused.

It shines brightly.

A hot magic power with healing power flowed from Blake's fingers into his body, like a flame igniting firewood, and his entire body was soon placed in the holy light.

The power of this holy object is too strong.

When it is lit, the entire church is illuminated.

The golden light extended along the outline of the church, as if it was quickly setting off the entire circular chapel like a sea of ​​golden light.

The light seeped out of the church, creating a light like a golden beacon in the night.

The paladins guarding the surroundings seemed to see a miracle. They lowered their heads sincerely in their faith and softly recited sacred scriptures. In the church, at the center of the light.

Blake was bathed in light and felt comfortable.

It was like jumping into a hot spring with bare buttocks. On the translucent character card in front of me, except for the "Blessing of Holy Light" status, there was no other prompt.

He could clearly feel that the skin on his face and body that had been severely necrotic by the red dragon's fire was rejuvenating.

Every time Guangzhong takes a breath, some burning breath will be emitted. This is probably because the deep influence of the dragon fire left in the body is being eliminated.

Although the character card checks Blake's status as healthy.

But in the past month, he ate so much, but he didn't gain weight at all. He still looked like a man with ribs after breaking away from the undead curse.

This is obviously not normal.

Now, those stubborn diseases in the body are also being eliminated bit by bit by the warm holy light.

These injuries may not affect his combat effectiveness, but with them, Blake is destined to be unable to live like a normal person.

"Child, there is a cold force entrenched in your soul. That should be what you said, the cursed power from Hella Queen.

With the help of the holy symbol, I can forcefully dispel it.

But it will destroy your soul. "

The gentle voice of the Pope emerged from the light, and he said to Blake:

"This is the first time I've encountered your situation. There is no precedent for fighting against the mysterious power of Hades in the church's books, so I can't take any chances.

I will leave some power through the Holy Deed and give you a blessing.

It protects your soul from being taken out of your body.

Before this protection expires, I will try my best to find ways to eliminate it, but you'd better not go near the ocean again, as this will make the god of death notice you again. "

"Thank you for your help, Your Holiness."

Blake thanked him sincerely. As he watched, the translucent character card in front of him showed a "Blessing of Asylum" status in the status bar.

When it took effect, the Hell Messenger's condition immediately turned gloomy, as if it had been sealed, and the title of "Soul Hunter" was still there.

This was an unexpected surprise.

His connection with Hades was temporarily severed.

Although it was only temporary, Blake felt a sense of relief.

“No need to thank you, little Drake, compared to the confidence and victory you brought to our people walking in the shadows, fighting the barbaric invaders in the frontline war.

There is so little I can do for you poor child.

You deserve this healing. "

In Fao's gentle voice, the sacred light gradually faded away, and the circular chapel returned to its previous peaceful state.

Blake reached out and touched his cheek.

The burn scars are still there.

But those ugly scabs and damaged flesh and blood have been re-energized. After the remnants of the fire dragon are expelled, it will gradually recover.

This is a self-healing process.

"It will take about a month or two for your wounds to recover."

The legendary priest turned the rosary beads in his hand. He looked at Blake with a terrifying smile and said:

"I hope that after your scars heal, your mind will no longer be affected by those dark influences, Drake, no matter what path you take in the future.

You don’t have to go alone, don’t forget that.

You still have family waiting for you to go back. No matter how far you go, when you look back, there will always be a warm home with open arms for you. "

"Well, thank you for your teaching, sir."

Blake bowed his head again and thanked him.

He said:

"I will consider your suggestion carefully."

"Your sister, little Gianna, is also coming to the court tonight with her mentor."

Faao said with a smile:

“Perhaps you can connect with your family in another capacity before you actually go home.

If you can feel how much they miss you, maybe you can also get precious comfort for your soul. "

"this"

The pirate hesitated. He was silent for a few seconds, put on his face mask and long hood again, and placed his face in the shadows. He took a few steps back and said:

"I'll give it a try, as you wish."

"Then go ahead."

Fa'ao waved his hand. He turned around again and continued his interrupted prayer. His outline was vaguely visible in the chakra circulation of the gentle light in front of him.

He said:

"Take the first step bravely, little Drake. You have crossed death and returned to the world of the living. Nothing can stop you from returning to them.

Don't let down the people who have expectations for you, whether it's your family or your friends.

Holy light will protect you. "

——

In the palace garden on the other side of the church, attendants have hung up lanterns and colorful ribbons. Not far away, nobles from various countries are having a boring conversation.

Most of them are marginal figures.

There was no way to enter the palace banquet hall where the big shots gathered in a grand manner, so he maintained his own circle in the garden. Blake moved forward in the shadows without attracting anyone's attention.

He planned to leave. He had no interest in this palace banquet.

But before you leave, perhaps you can follow the Pope’s advice.

Go and see your "sister" who is very close at hand.

His emotions were a little fluctuating, but it did not affect Blake's actions in the shadows. He did not bring a weapon, and he was not here to fight.

He is very confident.

With his current stealth skills, he will not be discovered by the waiters in the palace or boring nobles.

"Huh? It's really rare for a stalker to be allowed to operate in the palace."

As a result, when Blake dared to turn a corner, he heard an elegant voice with a hint of Alterac accent coming from beside him. This moment made his hair stand on end.

He looked back in the shadows.

He saw an elegant and elegant male aristocrat with black hair and black eyes, wearing a black robe, holding a glass of wine and looking at him with a smile.

The shadows could not block the noble's gaze at all. When he looked over, the shadows closing around the pirate would even spread out on their own initiative, as if in fear, no longer deliberately covering Black.

He could see Blake clearly and even raised his glass to toast him.

Blake could see him too.

He didn't even need to investigate, he knew who the person in front of him was.

"Have a drink, Mr. Stalker."

The aristocratic gentleman who discovered Blake stood up from his chair, poured a glass of wine for Blake himself, and walked over to him. Without attracting the attention of others, he handed the glass of wine to Blake in the shadow.

He raised his glass again and said with enthusiasm:

"If I guess correctly, you should be the 'Orc Killer' who has done great things for our country, a rising star in the alliance who does not seek fame or fortune.

I heard that you declined all honors decisively and persistently.

If Marshal Lothar hadn't been announcing this great victory tonight, you might not even have appeared at this grand banquet.

I personally respect such a righteous act very much. A person as flamboyant as me cannot be so indifferent to fame and fortune, so I respect soldiers who can abide by such restraints even more. "

"You're flattered, sir."

Blake emerged from the shadows, took the wine glass in front of him, and clinked glasses with the elegant noble gentleman in front of him.

He said:

"I just did what I was supposed to do, it was my obligation and the oath I had to fulfill."

"Well, I heard about your past."

The noble took a sip of his wine, and with a look of inquiry in his eyes, he said:

"I heard that you came from the naval battle in Khaz Modan. Well, I haven't introduced myself yet. It's too rude."

As he spoke, he stood up straight, flicked his sleeves, and introduced himself to Blake in a very decent manner with a hint of aristocratic reserve:

"My name is Davar Presto, from Alterac. I am currently serving the Alliance under the noble King Terenas. Just like the ancestors of the Prestor family, we have served the kings for generations.

But I'm just a nobody.

Compared to you, the hero who is doing this great thing, I am insignificant and nothing worth mentioning. "

He said to Blake with great humility:

“What an honor it is to meet you tonight.

To be honest, I am very interested in those orcs and their dragons, and the Alliance military is also very troubled by the red dragons that succumbed to the orcs.

And I am willing to solve problems for big people.

But it is difficult for me to find a warrior who actually faced the red dragon and survived. Perhaps you can describe the naval battle for me, who lives in the palace and does not have the courage to set foot on the battlefield. "

"If my experience can help the Alliance defeat the Greenskins, even if it only plays a small role, I will be happy to help."

Blake nodded seriously and made a "please" gesture to the noble in front of him.

explain:

"I will tell you all this truthfully. This is my honor. Mr. Davar, please follow me. My experience is quite tortuous, especially after escaping from Longkou.

Hope this doesn't waste your precious time. "

"That's great, you are truly a warrior of the Alliance!"

Lord Davar praised again and followed Blake into the shadows of the garden.

No one noticed their disappearance.

No one even noticed Blake's appearance at all, as if there was a strange power affecting the entire garden.