High Lord Ravencrest is a serious character. Although he is dissatisfied with the extravagant style of the upper elves, there is no doubt that this high lord is also a member of the upper elves.

Queen Azshara has many times praised Lord Ravencrest as a role model for the Highborne in terms of his demeanor and dedication to his duties. As a result, this empire's military commander has become an "idol" highly sought after by the Highborne.

But in fact Lord Ravencrest belongs to the powerful faction.

Considering his position in the Elf Empire, he really can't hold that position without some strength.

The legion of Black Crow Castle and the Moon Guard loyal to Ravencrest are the most elite armed forces of the Elf Empire. Coupled with Suramar's magic swordsmen and arcanist legions in hand, the great lord is determined to raise an army to resist and has fallen into madness.

The queen is not seeking death.

And he is a very traditional elf.

Although he remained supremely loyal to the Queen and had the inherent arrogance and defiance of the Highborne in his character, he did not agree with the Queen's class theory that separated the Highborne and the Night Elves.

He knew this would tear the empire apart.

For a long time, the great lord has been trying to persuade the queen to take action to bridge the conflicts in the empire, but now he no longer needs to worry about how to persuade the arrogant Azshara to accept it, and he no longer has to worry about the future division of the empire.

The queen helped her courtiers solve this problem.

She allowed the demons to slaughter the night elf civilians in Zin-Azshari...

"She claimed to create a perfect world for the flawless Highborne, and by dedicating this world to the God of Darkness, she would be bestowed with the supreme power born from the depths of the Twisted Nether.

That would undoubtedly help Azshara find her way to becoming a god and make her stand tall among the stars.

But unfortunately, Azshara seems to have fallen into madness before the power of evil came over."

When dawn came, on the highest dome spire of Suramar Moon Temple, Blake, wearing a black hood that completely covered himself, stood in front of the statue of the moon god on the dome, looking up to the outside of Suramar city.

Looking in the direction of Zin-Azshari.

It was a far distance, and the mountains and sky blocked mortal eyes, but they could not block Lord Moon Shadow's view.

Blake could even clearly see the magic tide rising from the Well of Eternity into the sky in the distance. The blue light should have been a thrilling miracle, but now, traces of dark green pollution had climbed into the blue tide.

It's like pouring ink into a basin of water.

pollute...

The pollution of evil energy is intensifying little by little, and the Well of Eternity is the blood of the world that comes from the depths of the world. By contaminating that well, the force of evil energy can contact the star soul sleeping deep in the world.

This is a complete replica of Sargeras' pollution of Argus.

But this time the action is even easier than the Dark Titan contaminating Argus. After all, the world of Argus does not have a magic well leading to the heart of the world.

Blake's blue eyes shone with purple light, and the power from the Quiet One's godhead allowed him to see through matter and enter a higher symbolic realm.

He could see that the gate beyond the stars had been opened, the fel force was pouring into Azeroth from the stars, and a burning figure was trekking across the star sea.

His destination is clear.

"fraud!"

The pirate complained:

"You also said that this was the first time you left the Void Battlefield to come and destroy me. Didn't you come here once ten thousand years ago? After ten thousand years you can at best revisit your old place!

But what I'm more curious about is, after Azshara, who admires you so much, joins the Burning Legion, what title are you going to give her?

Fel Queen or Legion Queen?

Well, I guess the fraudsters and polluters might be a little unhappy about that."

"Mr. Black..."

A suppressed call sounded from inside the dome at the pirate's feet, interrupting Blake's nonsensical thoughts. He grinned, continued to stand on the small dome that could not support a mortal standing, and responded:

"Miss Maiev, why did you skip work and come to my place instead of helping the high-ranking priests with the Temple of the Moon? Did you not hear enough of the story last night? Or are you here to expel me as an uninvited guest on behalf of Ms. Elune?"

"I...please don't make fun of my faith!"

Maiev, the trainee priest who sneaked up to the dome spire alone, said something seriously.

Then, she looked with some worry at the city guard soldiers running on the street not far away. They were carrying various materials that were levitated by magic and were about to strengthen the city walls.

This made Maiev feel very worried.

This city entered a state of "military control" a few hours ago. It is said that Lord Ravencrest is personally in charge of this place. In conjunction with the serious announcement by the high-ranking priests just now, all official priests must be prepared to face war.

Maiev, who was always taciturn but sharp-minded, immediately sensed something was wrong.

She originally wanted to find her brother who had just joined the city guard immediately, but she suddenly thought of the "prophecy" that the strange Mr. Black said while "telling a story" to her last night.

Everything fits almost perfectly.

The war came so unexpectedly without anyone noticing.

Maiev didn't know why this guy who looked mysterious and powerful, and who definitely had some mysterious connection with Ms. Elune and was even suspected of being a legendary "demigod", would be so interested in an ordinary trainee priest like him.

But her keen instinct told her that in this chaotic moment, Mr. Black could perfectly answer all the doubts in her heart.

So, driven by some emotion that she didn't even know she had, Maiev quietly came to the place where Mr. Black was hiding.

This is a secret that only she knows.

"I have some doubts..."

Maiev looked around nervously. The high priest had ordered the trainee priests not to go out and walk around. Her current behavior violated the high priest's prohibition, and the consequences of being discovered would be very bad.

But she tried to calm herself down, and she said to Blake above her head:

"I hope you can answer my...ah!"

Amidst the exclamations, a sudden gust of wind blew up, carrying Maiev into the sky, and made her stand next to Blake as the world spun.

But there is a statue of the moon god on the small circular dome that only allows one person to stand. This is not a place where the skills of a trainee priest can stand firmly.

Maiev screamed and felt that she was about to fall from a height of nearly a hundred meters, but in the next moment, Blake's steady arms hugged Maiev's slender waist, firmly fixing her to this Sura

The heights of Macheng.

The priestess was frightened.

She didn't even dare to open her eyes to look at the sky below. She could only cling to the only "support" beside her like a koala, letting the wind from the sky blow her long silver-white hair, and her eyes tightened.

Shuddering with his hands closed.

This delicate gesture made Blake grin silently.

He coughed and said:

"So, what doubts does my lovely Miss Maiev have that you need your loyal black prophet to answer for you?"

"This war..."

While Maiev was breathing rapidly in the danger of falling at any time, while tightly hugging the powerful but bad-tempered bastard next to her, she whispered:

"Is it really the war that the Queen launched against her own people? Why did Queen Azshara do this? When I passed by the high priest's meditation chamber this morning, I heard from it that something terrible happened to Zin-Azshari...

."

"You have so many questions, and they are all trivial. These are not questions that Maiev Shadowsong should ask."

Blake shook his head and whispered to the priestess who was holding him tightly in her arms:

"You should learn to analyze the appearance of a problem and directly see the essence of the problem. This way of thinking that goes straight to the core will help you solve many, many troubles in the future.

The first is the change of your identity, my dear Maiev, from now on, you are no longer a trainee priest, from now on, you are a warrior.

Everyone here.

Including Tyrande and your brother, you are all warriors.

So, act like a warrior, open your eyes, if you want to get the answer, you have to see the question first... isn't it more than a hundred meters high in the air?

It won’t be fatal if you fall from here, so what are you afraid of?”

Maiev pursed her lips, wanting to refute Black's statement.

But she soon realized that the black prophet was right. Once the war came to Suramar, once the war situation became anxious, trainee priests like them would definitely go to the battlefield.

This is not something they can decide.

"But I never learned to fight...neither of us did."

Maiev whispered something, Black glanced at her and said:

"Then you'd better start practicing now. You still have some time. At least it will allow you to distinguish between the moon blade and the war hammer, which one is more suitable for you. At least it will allow you to pick up the somewhat abandoned archery skills again.

I know that before you became a trainee priest, you were a very good shooter.

The same goes for your companion Tyrande. If you hadn't been accidentally discovered by a high-ranking priest with magical talents, the two of you would probably have become the two best huntresses in Suramar.

Don't be afraid, little girl, I will teach you, I will be your best teacher."

The pirate said softly.

Maiev didn't answer, and she began to seriously think about Black's suggestion.

She thought the pirate was right.

Although I only heard less than one-twentieth of his life story from Blake last night, if half of those exaggerated-sounding stories are true, then this mysterious Lord Blake must be an outstanding person.
To be continued...