Blake has been the Chosen One of Luna for some time.

Although in his own words, he himself felt that it was ridiculous for an unbeliever like him to become the chosen one of the Moon Goddess.

Occasionally when he complained to his little kiss Maiev, the pirate would say that it must have been because Lady Elune had done something good with Goldrinn that night, so she was so drunk that she promoted herself to a god in an unprecedented drunken state.

The chooser.

Stinky pirates are very self-aware.

He looked at himself from beginning to end, but found nothing that matched certain characteristics of a clergyman... After all, he didn't like little boys, right?

But the deal is already done. Although he got into the Chosen in a daze, Blake is not proud of this identity. In his eyes, the majesty of the Chosen of the Moon walking on the earth on behalf of the Moon God is not as good as his own domination of the endless sea.

Evil power.

After all, the identity chosen by the Moon Goddess is only useful to the elves.

Humans who believe in the Holy Light and trolls who believe in Loa don't care about him at all. If they encounter a religious lunatic like Isorien, they might even be tied to the stake and burned to death.

But as the saying goes, even a piece of used toilet paper has its own value.

No, when facing the cold-faced Tyrande Windspeaker, Black's identity as the God's Chosen worked wonders.

The High Priest of the Moon was obviously still brooding over the humiliation and torture by Black in the North County of the Kingdom of Stormwind, but when she saw the crescent moon emblem suspended behind Black's head, she had to express her with respect.

He leaned slightly towards Blake.

This is a matter of faith, and we cannot allow the beautiful high priest to act like a girl.

Speaking of which, Tyrande in her silver battle armor has a more powerful and heroic temperament than Tyrande in the long skirt. When paired with her beautiful face, Queen Azshara called her an expert.

, the amazing charm exuded by the woman in front of him under the moonlight even made Blake's eyes filled with admiration.

If the other beauties are the goddess of the moon and the Titan Guardians enjoying the food, then the Tyrande in front of her is the goddess of the moon holding a rice spoon and slamming the rice into her mouth.

In terms of pure beauty, Her Majesty Tyrande is not at the same level as those vulgar fans.

Everyone laughs at Illidan.

But after witnessing the charm of Tyrande walking under the moonlight at this time, I guess everyone is Illidan.

But the pirate only had admiration in his eyes.

It's not because he's not a man, it's just because he already has three beautiful girls like this in front of him. If intimacy is not counted and only looks are considered, then Little Xingxing, idiot Fenner and his own sister can basically be selected.

Well, everything is like this, anything that is scarce becomes worthless once there is too much of it.

"I said, if you want to talk about things, can you please take your eyes off my wife?"

Malfurion Stormrage, who returned to his human form from his moonwing flying form, spoke to Black in a calm tone. The stinky pirate shrugged, withdrew his gaze and looked behind him.

Several pirates of the children of the night were diligently moving tables and chairs for the big shots. The pirate king Anarris Yuejun and her fiancé Lilas Windrunner were standing by in person.

One person is holding a wine bottle, and the other person is holding a fruit plate.

Obviously, this black and white elf mandarin duck planned to watch this conversation forcefully.

"Come on, let's sit down and talk."

On the platform of the Elf Palace, which had just been captured and looted by the pirates, Blake shamelessly made a "please" gesture as a master.

After sitting down, he looked aside again and said in a long voice:

"General Shandis, come and sit down too. Don't hide somewhere secretly. You have to know that if I want to assassinate your Mindo, you won't be able to stop me even if I come ten times.

Speaking of which, you still owe me a favor, regarding you and Jarod..."

"Shut up!"

General Shandris Feathermoon, who was secretly protecting Tyrande, scolded the pirates in a cold voice to shut up. She already held the silver-winged horned eagle bow decorated with moonlight in her hand, and attached it to a living log.

arrow.

As long as the stinky pirate dares to talk about her private affairs casually, this arrow will soon appear on the stinky pirate's forehead as a "decoration".

The general stepped forward with a cold face and stood beside his Mindo, tying his hands and assuming a "bodyguard" posture. Although with Tyrande's strength, Yuyue did not need to protect her.

But this is more of a proof of the identity of the High Priest of the Moon, and represents the close relationship between Shandris and Tyrande. They are mother and daughter who are not related by blood.

Although the age difference between the mother and daughter is only a few dozen years, both of them have lived for more than 10,000 years...

"Well, before I start, let me ask you something."

Black pursed his lips, and Lilas immediately stepped forward to pour wine for the three big men. This little puppy of the Windrunner family was very eye-catching and polite. He poured wine for the captain, and then changed it to hot tea for Big Drew.

The offerings of Yi and Yue are filled.

Then he stood behind Black, exactly in the same position as General Yuyue, to enhance his captain's momentum.

Well, the top atmosphere group belongs to it.

"Are you two here on your own behalf? Or on behalf of the Cenarion Order and the Sisters of Elune?"

Blake picked up the wine glass, leaned back in his chair in a lazy manner, and said:

"Are you here to mediate this war? Or to participate in it? The last question, if you are here to mediate, what are you going to do?"

"We come for peace."

Malfurion glanced at his wife and said to Black seriously:

"This is an internal matter of the elves, and neither Ricardore nor the Elves can sit idly by. Although we have not established formal diplomatic relations with the Children of the Night and the Quel'dorei, we are all descendants of the Elf Empire.

They are a clan of blood brothers.

Even if we don’t talk about blood, let’s just talk about the significance of the existence of both parties to the world...

At a time when the demonic invasion predicted by you is getting closer and closer, it is not in the interest of everyone to allow precious combat power to be wasted in internal fighting."

"And Azshara..."

Tyrande added calmly:

"Elisande was a cunning ruler who shared with the Sisters of Elune the deepening conflict between the Shal'dorei and the Deep Sea Empire and invited us to join the rebellion against Queen Azshara.

Although this alliance does not mean that the Kaldorei will be involved in all wars and conflicts caused by the Nightborne, if we are to guard against the threat of Queen Azshara, then we need to persuade our allies to conserve their strength.

I believe that the elves of Quel'Thalas founded by Dath'Remar Sunstrider will also understand the common dilemma we face.

They cannot expect Queen Azshara to forgive their 'sins'.

I have met Queen Azshara with my own eyes, and I am very familiar with her behavior. No matter what the Quel'dorei think, in the eyes of the Queen, there is a difference between their behavior of tearing apart the land and sealing the territory and Elisande's arrogance to claim the throne.

There is no essential difference.

In the eyes of the Queen, they are all traitors.

Of course, so do we ‘wild elves’.

The Queen will never tolerate the existence of traitors. From this point of view, our involvement in this war is not just for peace of mind, Your Majesty Black..."

"Uh, don't use this title. It makes me look old."

The stinky pirate waved his hand very "humbly", put down his wine glass, spread his hands and said:

"I roughly understand the reasons for your actions and what you mean. I have to say that your decision is very correct. If I were you, I would most likely make the same decision.

But I guess you have overlooked one point, about the cause of this war.

If you watched the battle that took place today, you will know that the conflict between the Shal'dorei and the Quel'dorei cannot be bridged. The Nightborne hope to get the Sunwell, but the Quel'dorei will not do it so easily.

Give up your sacred place.

Both sides are trying to survive!

What reasons are you giving to persuade the Nightborne to retreat? Or to persuade the Quel'dorei elves to be more generous? Can you conjure a Well of Eternity that satisfies all the thirst for magical experience?"

This question kept the three Kaldorei executives in front of them silent for a long time.

Finally, Malfurion sighed and said:

"Yes, Lord Black, your question is something we cannot ignore. Before coming here, we thought we could convince them with the future and common threats.

But after witnessing the fight to the death between the two sides, I have lost confidence in this mediation. This is why we want to visit you tonight.

Maybe we can get the answers we can’t find from you?”

This answer made the pirate blink, he grinned and said in a long voice:

"But I am not a pacifist, I am a pirate. Everyone, I like chaos, I pursue strife, war is my cash machine, and destruction is my colosseum.

I tell you both without humility that I was the one who secretly incited Elisande's ambitions for the Sunwell, and it was I who cooperated with her to complete this fatal raid on Quel'dorei.

I personally led the situation to this point, and I am the instigator of this war."

Blake raised his left hand and made a puppet gesture.

He said:

"I feel like everything is still under control now. To put it simply, I haven't gotten what I want, I haven't had enough. You want peace?

No!

I won't give it to you.
To be continued...