Azeroth Shadow Trail

Chapter 197 16. You give me the scissors

Kanrethad hid in the darkness of the cellar. He curled up and suppressed his breathing. Perhaps it was the foretelling when danger came. He could feel that the surroundings became quieter.

The door of the cellar above the head was being pushed open, making a creaking sound, and the sound of steel combat boots colliding with the ground.

The sound of footsteps descended the spiral staircase of the cellar.

Very messy.

There must be a lot of people coming.

"They are undead black knights. Before they became black knights, they were a group of daring businessmen who made fake cultural relics and sold them to the nobles. They were bad, bad, unscrupulous guys who made profits.

Many people in the Kingdom of Stormwind have been deceived by them.

Well, probably from Gilneas.

The people there are generally very courageous, adventurous, and like to play with some powers that they don't understand at all. "

Bu Laike didn't care about the number or strength of the visitors, he was still in the mood to give his little pirate a "science popularization" about the origins of these black knights.

He was carrying the newly acquired war scythe Usales, and he didn't seem to intend to use this mighty weapon against the enemy, nor did he intend to hide himself as an assassin.

Just standing at the entrance of the cellar carelessly.

With his head down, he stretched out his hand to fiddle with the dilapidated and simple scroll in his hand. The middle scroll made of bones in that thing has already shown signs of damage and weathering, and the scroll body with the writing on it is also tattered.

It looks like an old item.

This thing is a mysterious item that Bo Laike got from the cunning tortoise when he left Zandalar before. For this, he paid for the tidal charm that accompanied him through the weak age.

The ancestor turtle Totaka said that he got this thing from the blood troll, and he didn't know what it was used for, but he knew that this thing should be related to a certain ancient loa that has passed away.

It is naturally very rare for a living and long-lived tortoise to have no idea of ​​its use.

Fortunately, although Bo Laike doesn't know where it came from, he knows how it works.

Once in a very boring version of the game, doing this Hand of Fate quest all day was a rare moment of relaxation for Laike during his time.

When this thing is used to abuse food, it is really powerful.

"You mean fake cultural relics? Wait, I have a little impression."

Hearing Bu Laike's description, Kanrethad, who was hiding in the darkness, immediately raised his head and said:

"I remember when I was six years old, my grandfather was still there, and one day, the Duke of Bolwar came to visit, and my grandfather showed him his proud collection.

As a result, His Excellency Boval pointed out that at least five items in his treasure room were fake.

That day, he flew into a rage, scolded those bandits all the time, and posted a notice to arrest them. What is the name of the leader? Valentine? "

"Aredin. The name of the leader of the group of daring counterfeit merchants is Aredin, and he is quite a legendary guy."

Bu Laike turned around and corrected the little pirate, saying:

"It's nothing more than they deceived the ignorant nobles, but in the end they deceived Medivh out of greed.

Originally, if he met Medivh under normal circumstances, he would probably treat this as a joke.

But the legend of these bastards is that when they went to lie to Medivh, they were lucky enough to pick the time when the fallen titan Sargeras dominated Medivh.

Perhaps they should feel honored that they, as mortal liars, have the honor to meet the most worthy god under the stars.

Tut tut.

Fate favored them so much, I felt a little jealous. "

"and after?"

Kanrethad listened to the approaching heavy footsteps, and he asked:

"Did those liars be punished by the gods and become black knights?"

"Of course it's not that simple. Anything related to Sargeras will not be that simple."

Bu Laike shrugged, he picked up the scroll in his hand, pointed at the empty cellar in front of him, and said:

"Sargeras isn't angry that they are a bunch of bad guys. From the perspective of the Fallen Titan, it doesn't matter if they are good or bad. Anyway, they will be destroyed by him sooner or later.

He was angry that this group of businessmen actually tried to deceive him with false treasures, which made the god feel a kind of blasphemy and irony against his supreme wisdom.

So He cast a terrible curse.

Since these bastards are chasing wealth, let them be with the treasures forever, but they will not be able to truly own them until the end of the world comes.

He gave the thieves the ability to hunt for treasures, let them search for all kinds of rare treasures day after day, use all means to collect those treasures, and stack them in this cellar, so as to pay for the sins they committed against the gods.

This process cannot be interrupted.

Whether it's death, or something else.

Nothing can stop this group of black knights from obtaining the treasures they approve.

But Medivh's sudden death seemed to give them some breathing room. This group of guys hadn't appeared for several years, and they didn't know where they were at ease.

How can such a lazy work attitude work?

So, I want to 'remind' them that the work Sargeras entrusted to them has not yet been completed, and the black knights still need to work overtime. "

As soon as Bu Laike finished speaking, a tall figure appeared at the entrance of the cellar.

It was wearing all-black magic steel heavy armor, with a full-covered black knight helmet, and only a swirl of black smoke echoed on the cheek.

I can't see the facial features clearly at all, only a pair of indifferent eyes can be seen.

He held a heavy bone epee that exuded a slight chill in his hand. The heavy weapon that might take two adults to lift was easily held by the black knight.

Behind its cursed immortal body, a black cloak danced, the edges of the cloak blending with the surrounding darkness without distinction.

It didn't come alone.

Behind it were eight similarly dressed black knights, with exactly the same attire, exactly the same indifference, and exactly the same ominousness. The only thing that distinguished them was their different heights.

and the weapons they hold.

Nine knights and nine weapons constitute the most chilling anecdote about the undead black knight among countless secrets in Karazhan.

"Thief!"

From under the armor, Eredin, the leader of the black knights, uttered a gloomy tone that did not resemble a living person. It seemed to be attuned to some kind of curse power, and there was a trace of strange sound in the turbidity.

It scolded:

"Let go of what doesn't belong to you! Suicide yourself, and dedicate your humble soul to the dark gods, so that you can be mercifully forgiven!"

"What does Sargeras want my soul for?

Although the fallen titan swore to destroy the stars of this era, he was not a bloodthirsty evil god. To him, every killing was a necessary evil. "

Bu Laike pinched the hand scroll of fate, and asked in a gentle tone:

"He treats every life under these stars equally.

No matter good or evil, no matter noble or humble.

No joy in destruction, no glory in slaughter.

Everything he does is for a lofty and stupid goal, but his personal virtue is almost impeccable. In fact, Lord Sargeras is an idol I admire from the bottom of my heart.

Just you worms, dare to bluff and cheat under the banner of my idol? To ruin his old man's reputation?

Looks like I should teach you a lesson! "

As he spoke, Laike tore open the worn-out scroll in his hand. This thing was so old-fashioned that it turned into decaying smoke and dust in the blink of an eye.

The choking pirate coughed several times.

But then something strange happened.

Clusters of faint blue lights shone in front of Laike. They were trying their best to form some form of reality in the material world, but probably because they had been forgotten for too long.

This force is already extremely weak, they can only flash in front of the pirates in the form of light spots.

Bu Laike stretched out his hand to hold the light spot in front of his eyes, and then a sense of discomfort rose from his left hand.

In the exclamation of the little pirate Kanrethad, the left hand of the pirate captain quickly weathered into a white skeleton, and then turned into a strange shape under the shining light spots.

Like the hands of a mummy wrapped in strips of decayed and worn cloth.

The skin became shriveled and rough, as if it had been placed in time for thousands of years, with black weird nails, and cloth strips wrapped around every part of the palm.

It is worth noting that on the middle finger of this mutated hand, there is also a jewel-like decoration with blue light shining.

On the character card in front of Bu Laike, as the hand of fate descended, a small piece of text quickly appeared:

The forgotten loa has long disappeared into time, only the last remnant body and divine power remain. It claims to be the hand of fate to declare the power to adapt or change fate.

Pleasantly please it.

"I declare!"

Bu Laike raised this strange hand high, and when the black knight was slashing with a weapon in front of him, he shouted loudly in a joyful tone:

"The guessing game of fate, start!"

"swish"

The pirate's left hand swung down.

Under his control, the decayed palm made a scissors gesture.

According to common sense, the black knight in front of him should throw a fist to represent "stone" to win this silly game that children can play.

But the problem is.

Now the two sides are fighting to the death.

Who the hell has the time to play this childish "rock-paper-scissors" game with you?

Not to mention that these black knights were tortured by the curse, and they had signs of insanity for many years, and their reactions were messy. It was even more difficult to make an effective judgment in the face of this gesture made by Bu Laike.

After one second, the game is over.

The opponent abstained.

Boo Laike. Win!

"boom"

Terrible power surged out of the scissors that Bo Laike swung.

Between the lightning and thunder and the shaking of the ground, the power representing the strange divinity turned into a pair of gray-purple scissors, whistling and wrapping all the black knights in front of them.

Then, amidst the pirate's grinning pinch

"click"

The scissors of fate closed silently.

The pirate is also considerate, imitating the sound of scissors closing with his mouth.

The nine tall and mighty cursed black knights, who appeared as villains, were cut open with almost no resistance under this cut, and they were cut in pieces.

In the silent collapse of the body, only nine heads were left rolling together.

"Happy Destiny!"

Such as Huang Zhong Dalu's weird voice seemed to applaud Bu Laike's crisp victory this time, he won the game and pleased the hands of fate.

Then the weird palm covering his left hand also dissipated like quicksand.

In the flash of blue light, it turned back into that decayed and worn-out scroll, which was held by Bu Laike and tossed up and down in the palm of his hand.

"Hey, you guys without a tutor, when I invite you to play a game, you should play it honestly."

Bo Laike bent down, and lifted the head of Aridin, the leader of the black knights, before his eyes.

He said:

"But this time it's just a 'hello' to the nine of you.

Due to your lack of positive work attitude, I will take these treasures away.

I know that the curse of Sargeras rolls in your souls, and that there is not enough to offer, and it will cause you terrible pain.

I also know that you will come after me desperately to get these treasures back, no one can stop you from completing this curse, I am happy to see this.

This is the beginning of the grievances between you and me.

I will be waiting for you in that sea of ​​looting!

That sea is too quiet, what's the point of letting the Kul Tirans always dominate?

Come on, treat it as a battlefield for chasing and fleeing, and treat my head as your most desired trophy, so as to make that blue ocean more lively.

The carnival era belonging to pirates is coming, and the throne of the king of the sea is about to change hands.”

Bu Laike threw Aridin's head on the ground, raised his left foot, and hit it like a warhammer, stepping on the head of the black knight, which had been shattered by the scissors of fate, into flying shadows.

He stared at the shattered battle helmet under his feet, and said coldly:

"This looting is my invitation to you. Undead Nine Knights, you must not refuse!"

(end of this chapter)