Azeroth Shadow Trail

Chapter 45 44. A young man's first good weapon

"it is good!"

After repeatedly confirming the news of Old Dahl's death in battle, Pasonia Shaw finally felt relieved. She looked at the quiet night around her.

He took another look at the flamboyant and broken fire blade flag planted not far away.

Although the body of the old sword master was taken away, the presence of this battle flag passed down from generation to generation by the Burning Blade Clan can still prove the alliance's victory tonight.

But in the next moment, everyone's eyes fell on the black sword in front of him that was stuck obliquely on the ground before the Gorefiend had time to take it away.

After the death of Old Dahl, the flaming saber returned to its most simple posture, as if it had closed itself.

"That's evidence!"

Pasonia looked around. Her grandson had already gone outside the woods to look for the ranger Nathanos Marris who was repelled by the blood demon. There were only two legends left here.

and a pirate.

Granny Xiao coughed and said:

"It must be brought back to Lordaeron, as inspiring proof that it."

"If it falls into your human hands, it will be useless!"

Muradin Bronzebeard exhaled smoke rings, revealing a dwarf's unique love for magical weapons.

He said in a low voice:

"Let's take this legendary blade back to Ironforge first, and let our best blacksmiths find out its forging technique. It is said that this thing was forged in the depths of the magma in Dellano's world.

It has been passed down by the Burning Blade Clan for thousands of years, perhaps it will unlock the secret of the Burning Blade inheritance for us. "

"Wake up, little man."

Ms. Passonia did not back down, she put her hips on her hips, and said in a cold voice:

"Ironforge and the whole of Khaz Modan are surrounded by orcs, how do you take it back?

You should know that if the Burning Blade Clan knows that the Blade of the Juggernaut has fallen into your hands, they will desperately try to get it back. "

"Let the greenskins come!"

Muradin said stubbornly and rudely like a real dwarf:

"Let's see if they are powerful, or my warhammer is more powerful!"

The quarrel between the two did not quarrel at all.

Because Ms. Passonia is not old enough to forget the promise made a few hours ago.

Before the mission, she said that she would give Bo Laike the right to choose the spoils, but the legendary assassin never expected that things would develop to this point.

It stands to reason that it is impossible for Bu Laike, a rookie assassin, to intervene in the battle of legends.

But he just did it.

"Cough cough."

The pirate was also very sensible, so he didn't waste the precious healing time of the two injured legends. He coughed a few times, pointed to the saber in front of him, and said in a short and forceful tone:

"I want that!"

"I have the right to choose the spoils first. I am willing to give up all the benefits of tonight's battle. I don't want reputation or anything, I want that!"

After speaking, regardless of the presence of the two legends, he threw out the hook lock, pulled himself to jump over, and grabbed the black straight-bladed sword that reached his chest.

Try hard.

Well, it didn't come out.

Awkward.

Holding it with both hands, he pulled it hard before pulling the knife out of the ground.

Very heavy.

This is the first feeling of the sword, this thing is not like the weight that steel of this size should have.

Its internal density must be extremely high.

Moreover, when touching the blade of the war knife, it doesn't feel like pure steel, but rather a combination of cooling magma and steel with a somewhat frosted texture.

Bo Laike held it in both hands and made a chopping motion.

In the translucent character card equipment column in front of him, new entries are being generated, and they are different from all the weapons and equipment he currently owns.

Not only the name of the weapon, the attribute entry, but also a folded description:

Sancsu the Flame Blade

legendary quality

Extraordinary Armor Breaking. Extraordinary Demon Breaking. Extraordinary Sharpness. Ultimate Bleeding. Extreme Ignition. Never Wear

Class Inscription: Juggernaut

The name of the weapon, Bu Laike has known for a long time. In a certain version in the later game, this sword appeared, but unfortunately it appeared in the form of a task item.

And the five special effect entries that come with it, as well as the last "never wear out", are absolutely worthy of the legendary quality of this sword.

But it was the last line that really made Laike's heart tremble.

As early as entering Azeroth and summoning the character card for the first time, Laike was very interested in the legendary and mythical ranks on the character card.

As he guessed, these legendary classes should be those powerful and cool ones that are not open to players in the game, and only belong to the exclusive jobs of noble NPC masters.

The inscription description of Sankesu, the blade of flames, also proves this point.

If one wants to open a legendary rank, one must first obtain something similar to a "proof of strength". The sword in front of him undoubtedly belongs to this category.

Bu Laike focused his attention on the description of the "class inscription", just like opening and folding information, a new area was extended under the character card.

But before he could take a closer look, he felt two hands touching him at the same time.

A woman's hand, resting on the shoulder.

A dwarf's hand rests on his waist.

Ugh.

It's really hard for these naturally short people.

"Ravenholdt is willing to trade other things for this sword, Laike, don't be angry, listen to me, this is not a robbery.

Or force. "

Pasonia's voice rang in Bu Laike's ear.

With a touch of seriousness.

she says:

"The League of Assassins has existed for nearly 3,000 years, and we have seen many more magical weapons than you can imagine. We don't have to collect this Juggernaut Blade.

But if you carry it, it will get you in trouble.

You can understand my request as a kind of prudent protection. "

"Yes, the old woman did not lie to you, young man."

Muradin Bronzebeard's words are much more direct.

With the straightness and simplicity unique to the dwarves, he enjoyed the dwarven tobacco, and said to Bo Laike earnestly:

"As we said just now, after the news of Old Dahl's death spread, the entire Burning Blade clan may be split, but it may also be united by Orgrim in the name of revenge.

And this lost blade of the sword master, the symbol of the fire blade, is what they must get.

Can you imagine what you will encounter after wearing this sword on your body? You will be regarded as a universal enemy by all Burning Blade orcs, and they will hunt you down endlessly.

Orcs from other clans will also join in. "

Pasonia sighed, she followed the dwarf's words and continued:

"We worked hard tonight to kill one orc legend, and there are at least seven legends in the whole tribe, whether it's for the revenge of Old Dahl.

Or transfer the hatred to the alliance, you will become their target.

But your performance tonight has proven your worth. Ravenholdt will not give up any valuable members. I must think about your safety.

Perhaps, you will also become a legend of the next era.

But that is for the next era after all.

You can store it in the manor, and when you have enough strength to hold it, we will return it to you. This is your spoil.

As long as I am alive, no one can take it away.

So, what's your answer? "

Bo Laike blinked.

He first glanced at Muradin, who was full of worry in his blue eyes, smiled at the dwarf prince, and then glanced at the expressionless Ms. Passonia behind him.

He took a step back and put the heavy sword in his hand.

He said:

"Thank you for your reminders and warnings. You are all respectable masters and seniors, but I am not afraid. I even hope that the orcs will hunt me down because of this.

It also saves me the time I would be wasting looking for them.

I would like to continue the orc slayer's career until I have avenged my comrades buried in the seas of Khaz Modan, until the end of this war.

it will end.

And the league is bound to win!

I'll do my bit for the cause, even if it's just killing one more orc. Two masters, if I unfortunately die in battle.

Then, please spend a little more time when the time comes to bring this saber back to the alliance, and find another owner for it who will not let it down. "

What Laike said was righteous.

But the core meaning is just one:

The equipment is already in my hands!

Nobody wants me to hand it over!

Unless I die, and there is a crazy Queen Hela behind me, even if I die, I will take this knife to Hell!

"What's more, the threat of the tribe haha."

Bu Laike laughed a few times inwardly.

He looked at the small town of Steinbread in the distance and thought:

"The seemingly powerful tribe is already a grasshopper after autumn. The Shadow Council has already started such a bold action, which shows that the second and fifth king of the tribe, the great magician Gul'dan, has already begun to plan the treachery that will surely shock the world. .

One or two months at most.

The tribe would fall apart.

At that time, it will be difficult for the orcs to protect themselves, and there will be an empty world running after me? "

Bu Laike's decisiveness made Pasonia and Muradin look at each other. They are both mature characters, how could they not understand the meaning of the little assassin in front of them?

After being silent for more than ten seconds, Passonia played with the dagger in her hand and said to Bu Laike:

"Well, we respect your choice. This kind of stubbornness towards the goal is indeed a necessary condition for becoming a master assassin. I am very optimistic about your future.

The premise is.

You can live to belong to your glorious future words.

However, you have to go to Steinbrad City with us first, don't worry, it's not to snatch your baby, but to meet a big man with us.

He must personally confirm the news before he can advance the war to the next stage. "

"Ok?"

Bu Laike froze for a moment.

He heard the hidden meaning from Master Pasonia's words, and the next moment, he said:

"Marshal Lothar is really in that city? Isn't this a trap? Is the news received by the Burning Blade Clan true? You... how can you be so bold?"

"Hahaha, young man, you really underestimated Lothar's courage."

Muradin laughed loudly. The Wildhammer Prince Yangtian exhaled a puff of smoke. He patted his stomach and said loudly:

"The ambush tonight was proposed by Lothar himself and operated by Ravenholdt, but he didn't come here specifically to be a bait.

The Grand Marshal of the Alliance came to this city because he had something extremely important to confirm.

And our ambush tonight has already confirmed important information for him. Ahem, I, an old dwarf, can't say more about it.

Maybe in a few days, you will know. "

Seeing the excited expression on Muradin's face, Laike rolled his eyes.

He had already guessed that answer.

The chief of the tribe, Orgrim Doomhammer, had secretly left the hills and headed further north with the armies of several big clans nearly half a month ago.

Really sorry.

The alliance could have gotten the news ten days in advance because of the letter that Bu Laike intercepted from the orc scout, but because of the intervention of the bronze dragon, the world line was forcibly turned back to the original rhythm.

Ten days!

In such a decisive battle between the two sides, if such an important battle report can be obtained ten days in advance, the victory of the alliance will definitely come earlier, and countless casualties and losses in the future can be avoided.

pity

In the eyes of the bronze dragons who manage time, history, no matter what has happened or what has not yet happened, cannot be changed.

They missed an opportunity to end the war.

what a pity.

(end of this chapter)