MTL - Azeroth Shadow Trail-Chapter 54 53. Sefir's determination

   Chapter 54 53. Sefir's determination

"elder brother!"

  In the palace painting academy, little Jaina exclaimed when she saw the eyes in front of her.

   But the next moment, she realized.

   I have mistaken myself.

  My brother is not as thin as the kind gentleman in front of him.

   And there are wounds on his cheeks. He is not as handsome as his brother. The brother in his memory is a very sunny person, and he will not have such a gloomy temperament.

   This is another person.

   He is not his own brother.

"thank you, sir."

   Jaina was put on the ground by Black, she politely thanked the husband who helped her, and looked at him curiously.

   Stalkers are not allowed to sneak in the court.

   But the gentleman in front of him appeared from the shadows, which proved his special status.

Who is he?

  Black just nodded.

   Strongly held down the emotional fluctuations in his heart that did not belong to him.

  Prince Drake's memories rolled in his mind, and a voice seemed to be urging him to hug the blood-connected relative in front of him, but he couldn't do it.

   "Be careful, little princess, a lady can't be so rude."

   he said in a hoarse voice.

   Then turn around and leave.

   "Orc Killer!"

  As a result, Alsace, who got up from the ground next to him, saw Blake's iconic dress at a glance, and immediately exclaimed, the little prince ran down the steps with light in his eyes.

  He looked up, stared at Blake, and said:

   "I heard your story from Mentor Muradin, Orc Killer! Mentor said you killed hundreds of greenskin orcs alone! You are so good!

  I will also become a powerful warrior like you in the future! Like you, defend my people! "

   the little prince exclaimed:

   "Salute to the warriors!"

   "I don't doubt your courage, Your Highness Arthas."

  Black looked at him, and then glanced at Jaina next to him, he said:

   "But to be a warrior, you can't start by bullying a lady, right?"

"I was wrong."

   Arthas scratched his hair angrily. He lowered his head and whispered:

   "I didn't mean to be hilarious about Jaina, she's my good friend, I just accidentally said something about his brother, I actually admire brother Drake too.

   He is a hero, unfortunately he has left us. "

   "No! You are talking nonsense!"

   Hearing this, Jaina turned her head and screamed like a kitten with frizzy fur:

   "My brother didn't die! He promised me that after the voyage was over, he would come to Dalaran to see me. He never lied to me. You all lied to me that my brother died in battle.

but no!

   He didn't leave me, I still dreamed of him.

  Dream that he took me out to sea fishing in Kul Tiras, that he was with me, Mom and Dad, the fool Tan Reid, and a blond sister I didn’t know.

The teacher    told me that the dream of the mage is the reflection of the real world in the arcane magic web, and all of them have special meanings.

   My brother must be alive!

  You are not allowed to talk nonsense! "

  Alsathon had a helpless look on his face. At a young age, he could see the strange expression on his handsome face. The entire human kingdom knew that Prince Drake had died in battle.

   But the little princess in front of her just refused to admit it.

  No one could persuade her.

   "I have seen your brother, little Princess Jaina, I have served on the battleship Dreadnought in the naval battle of Khaz Modan, and I have seen the heroic battle of Prince Drake with my own eyes.

   He is indeed a hero. "

  Blake squatted down and said to Jaina, who was only nine years old in front of him:

   "I was a witness to that war. You should rarely find people like me."

"Really?"

   The little mage revealed a surprise at this moment.

   But in the big blue eyes, there was another panic and anxiety.

   She clenched the corners of her skirt, for fear that she would hear the same tragic news as other people's tales from the mouth of Mr. Stalker, who was unfamiliar but made her feel close.

Little Arthas next to    also became nervous.

   He knew how much the death of Prince Drake had affected his friends.

   He was also afraid that Black would tell the cruel truth again.

   But not Black.

   He just said to Jaina briefly:

   "Prince Drake and his Dreadnought were indeed hit by the red dragon driven by the orcs."

   Jaina's eyes filled with tears immediately, and her body shook a little, but the next moment, Blake's tone changed slightly, he said softly:

   "I saw him fall into the sea with my own eyes. There was chaos there. I don't know if he survived. But again, I'm not sure if he really died there."

  Black stood up, took a step back, and called the shadow to wrap his body.

   He blinked at Jaina and said softly:

   "But if even an incompetent person like me can escape from that terrifying battlefield, maybe"

   "I knew it, my brother didn't die!"

  The little princess wiped away her tears at this moment, she smiled and said firmly:

   "He will definitely come back to see me, he has never lied to me, he will definitely do what he promised me, I knew they were all lying to me.

thank you, sir.

  Thank you for bringing back the news of my brother, father will be very happy too, me.”

   "shush"

At the moment when    disappeared into the shadows, Blake stretched out his gauntlet fingers, put them on his lips, and made a silent motion.

   He said to little Jaina:

   "Dalaran has a magical wishing fountain, right? Little princess, you should know that some good wishes will never come true once they are spoken.

   Wait with hope.

   He will appear.

   One day, he will come back to you.

I promise. "

"Um."

  The little princess immediately covered her mouth, as if she was afraid that she had said a wish, and it was as ineffective as making a wish in the legend. She and Arthas watched Blake fall into the shadows.

   After a few seconds, little Arthas whispered to little Jaina:

   "Are you happy now? That's the orc killer. Alas, the warrior of the Alliance, he just bravely assassinated a legendary green-skinned swordsman. He won't lie.

  Perhaps your brother is recovering somewhere now.

   Maybe he is just like you. After waiting for the recovery, he will appear in front of you like a miracle. In short, don't be angry, okay?

  Varian is still waiting for us in the banquet hall, we.”

"boom"

   Before Arthas finished speaking, a fist hit him lightly on the top of his head from behind.

   Then a young man with black hair, fifteen or sixteen years old, also wearing a prince's sash, hugged Arthas and Jaina's shoulders from behind.

   he whispered:

   "So, who bullied little Jaina? Is it the idiot Arthas? Little Jaina, do you need me to help beat him?"

   "Varian!"

   The two children cried out at the same time.

   They smiled and hugged the young man behind them.

   He is Varian Wrynn, the prince of Stormwind Kingdom who lives in exile in the northern border and temporarily resides in the court of Lordaeron. He is fifteen years old this year. The three of them are very good friends.

   They are also destined to do great things in the future.

   Farther away, on the eaves, Blake, who was crouching in the shadows, looked at him from afar. He saw little Jaina twittering and talking to Varian, and Varian listened gently.

   He saw the future Supreme King of the Alliance, like a kind brother, taking care of little Jaina and Arthas, and he also showed a smile in the shadows.

   looked down at the silver anchor-shaped pendant that he held tightly in his hand.

  This Proudmoore family crest was also melted a little in the dragon fire. He originally planned to give it to Jaina, but now, he glanced at his eyes and shook his head.

   Silently stood up and moved his shoulders.

  Not yet.

  Black also thought about how to use the identity of Drake Proudmoore to get along with his family in his spare time, but after thinking about it, he did not get an answer.

   It’s like asking a sane adult to adjust and fit in with a completely unfamiliar family overnight.

   Even if only utilitarian factors are considered, this is impossible.

   Even if Blake knows the story of everyone in that family, the trajectory of everyone's life.

   He knew them well.

   even knew themselves better than they themselves, but the more he did, the more daunted he was about the rough future of that family.

   Moreover, he couldn't guarantee that he would play the prince in front of the relatives who were most familiar with Redek Proudmoore.

   Kul Tiras does not have such legendary priests as Lord Pho, but they have the Church of Storms there, and the power of those tidesages is no less than the mages of Dalaran.

   What's more, behind the Church of Storms, which is very close to the Proudmoore family, is also implicated in the most dangerous and demagogic force in the world of Azeroth.

   That is a more dangerous power than Hela's Hell Abyss.

   He wasn't ready to step in.

  After entering the new world, his own life is a mess. He also does not have the ability to change the heavy fate of that family in the future while the bronze dragon is chasing it.

   Well, speaking of trouble, speaking of bronze dragons

  Blake recovered from the delusion, looked at the dark sky in the distance, rubbed his chin, and thought to himself:

   "I left a warning last time, I hope you learn to be good."

—

  Icewind Post, where the Fireblade Clan was defeated.

   The bronze young dragon Sefir in the form of a high elf is conducting reconnaissance and testing here. This battlefield has been cleaned up by Ravenholdt's assassins.

   Anything of value is recycled.

   But that's just a cleanup in the eyes of mortals. In the eyes of a bronze dragon, there are still many traces that cannot be ignored.

  Sefir was suspended in the air a few inches above the ground.

   In her yellow snake pupil and dragon eyes, quicksand breezes appeared in the surrounding dark night, which outlined everything that happened that night.

   is like a cool holographic projection, like a movie is playing, and Sefir is like a real bystander, standing there.

   Looking at everything that happened here a few days ago.

   She saw Old Dahl being surrounded and assassinated by the Assassin League.

   also saw the Shadow Council spoil the game.

  Things are still normal here, but then, the appearance of time residue Drake Proudmoore immediately led the situation to spiral out of control.

  Dal. Triple Bloodblade died three months early.

After the last battle of the Old Horde in the Burning Plains, which was supposed to be killed in the Old Dar battle, the Flaming Blade Sanksu, which fell into the hands of the last Flaming Sword Saint Samuro, was also killed by Derek Proud. Moore got.

   And after the war, Lantresor Fireblade, who should have returned to the incomplete world of Draenor alone and made a career on the Nagrand Prairie, was captured by Halduron Brightwing.

   is now in the Violet Prison in Dalaran.

  The old swordsman Jupeier who shouldn't have died here also died in the siege of Pasonia and Muradin. To make matters worse, Dahl's legendary body was obtained by the Shadow Council.

   "What a mess!"

   Anger appeared in Sefir's eyes.

  Although the changes caused by the changes of the old Dahl and the Burning Blade clan are far from enough to affect the fluctuation of the world line, for it, this way of arbitrarily changing the timeline is tantamount to provocation again.

  If Drake Proudmoore is allowed to continue his activities.

   The more and more small and quantitative changes he brings will turn into irreversible qualitative changes sooner or later.

"Um?"

   Just when Sefir was sulking, it suddenly seemed to hear a familiar sound, like some kind of undulating sound of strings.

   This surprised her.

   "There was a slight disturbance in the time line again, Jaina Proudmoore's fate line shook a few times, and it was that abominable time residue again!

   He is provoking me! "

  Sefir raised his head and clenched his fists.

   It looked in the direction of Lordaeron City, but this time it did not act recklessly, but stayed where it was, calling out its past and future self.

   Ask them to help check the surroundings.

  Dunhold Castle's foolish failure had taught it the importance of details, and half an hour later, the future and past Seifer reported to the present.

   There is no sign of the time paradox!

  The important world line characters in the northern border are in their respective positions.

  The general situation of the war has not been affected. Orgrim Doomhammer has merged with the Amani trolls in the Hinterlands and is preparing to attack Quel'Thalas.

  The human army, led by General Turalyon, rushed to the Hinterlands to form an alliance with the Wildhammer dwarves, ready to stop the Horde army.

  The Stormreaver clan and Twilight's Hammer clan of the orc great warlock Gul'dan are beginning to secretly study the magic defense of the high elves, and with the help of the rune stones of Reynor Bandir's magical enchantment, more double-headed ogres are spawned.

   Apart from the slight fluctuations in Lordaeron, the rest of the world was business as usual.

very good!

  Sefir took off in the shape of a dragon full of confidence and flew towards Lordaeron City.

   It has grown.

   It learned the lesson.

   It checks all possible problems ahead of time.

   It blocked all the possibilities for the crafty Drake Proudmoore to play tricks.

   This time.

   It won't lose!

   (end of this chapter)