Azeroth Shadow Trail

Chapter 706 37. Get Ready, Fuck Them

"Exquisite craftsmanship, perfect reinforcement. They are deadly enough, and now you have made them synonymous with real danger in this world."

In the forge on the South Isle of Tol Barad, Laike holds his Warp Cutter, holding the elf-style longsword in front of his eyes, holding it with his left hand, and sliding his right hand gently on the blade.

The once bright sword blade has become plain now.

A faint layer of silver-gray metal covers the sharp blade, making it less noticeable, but adding a bit more murderous intent.

On the character card of the pirate, in addition to the inherent entry of this legendary long sword, there is already a new entry:

Source enhancement:

The elemental minerals from Deepholm strengthen this weapon, making it stronger and sharper. Although it adds a slight weight, in the hands of a skilled user, this sword will become the weapon of all life. nightmare.

Well, such a perceptual description is too exaggerated, its actual effect is +1 for sharpness and +1 for firmness.

Let the original extraordinary sharpness become excellent sharpness, and add an entry of [extraordinary firmness].

But such a strengthening effect is enough to satisfy the pirates.

The bearded dwarf Muradin beside him also showed a very proud expression. It is a kind of enjoyment for a blacksmith like him to strengthen such a legendary weapon with his own hands.

The Warp Cutter is also a weapon forged by elf magic craftsmen. After observing and playing with it closely in the past few days, Muradin also feels that he has mastered some elves' methods of forging weapons.

What's more, besides the priceless knowledge, he also got paid.

This may be a small profit for the pirates, but he definitely does not lose money.

"Give it a try."

The dwarf who was sitting in the wine barrel jumped down, quickly got a solid thorium ingot, put it on the iron felt, and winked at Laike.

The pirate grinned, held the sword in his left hand, and made a motion similar to drawing a knife.

Whoosh.

He still maintained that movement, but the thorium ingot in front of him had been split into four, and in the blink of an eye, he made two slashes with his forehand and backhand. The incision was smooth, and the blade was undamaged.

"sharp!"

The pirate sighed in admiration, put his long sword back into the scabbard at his waist in satisfaction, and picked up his Defiler fragment.

The blade of this malevolent dagger crafted from the tips of the great demon's fingernails has no elemental steel, and seasoned dwarves recognize that there is some sort of magic in the monstrous horny blade.

Therefore, he did not choose to recklessly add source quality steel to affect the release of magic, but only plated a thin layer of source quality steel on the sharp blade of the dagger to enhance armor-piercing damage.

A source quality knife was added to the wooden handle at the rear, so as to shape the original horrible balance of the defiler fragments to a perfect point.

The pirate tossed the dagger up and down in his hand like a knife juggler. He nodded in satisfaction and gave the dwarf a thumbs up.

Finally, two Shadow Moonblades.

A "gift" from Ms. Nasa, the watchman's lieutenant, this watchman's standard weapon has accompanied generations of Black Moon Walkers in endless time.

They are like a pair of veterans with great military exploits. Although they still maintain their sharpness in time, they also have many cuts and small cracks.

The "bath of fire" this time allowed the pair of moonblades to be reborn.

They have also turned into a low-key and deadly silver-gray, and the three-edged moon-arc blade reflects the light brought by the forge, which is cold and faint, making people's necks chill.

The pirate lifted them up, turned around on the spot, and threw them forward and backward, left and right, which was different from the watcher's technique of throwing the moonblade.

Bu Laike's flying blade not only has the elegance and swiftness of the Warden's tactics, but also the domineering and arrogant Mo Kenasa's throwing axe. in the hands of Laike.

Muradin who watched this scene blinked, touched his neck, and whispered to Bo Laike:

"So you're actually an elf, right? When I was young, I occasionally saw some elf hunters hunting with moon blades, but the moon blades they threw were far less murderous than yours."

"Yes, I am a half-elf, this is my secret, don't tell others."

The pirate grinned. As if revealing a secret, he lifted his pirate hat and let Muradin see his pointed ears.

"Well, it's really pointy ears! No wonder you use it so well. Only elves use moon blades. Real men should use warhammers or battleaxes."

Muradin scoffed at Bo Laike's taste.

He grabbed the big wine glass and took a sip in his mouth, then picked up the forging hammer to continue working. Next, it is the real challenge to cast all kinds of strange-shaped iron casting parts of the legendary war crossbow Crow Guard.

"I said, there are still about ten days."

The dwarf prince turned to Bo Laike and said:

"The purification speed of your gem is a little faster. Also, when will my brother come back?"

"Don't rush, we're already doing it."

The pirate wore the moonblades around his waist, covered them with a wide watchman's cloak, and casually picked up the full source quality ammunition bag and hung it behind his waist, before turning around and answering:

"The three dumb dwarf pirates you brought set off this morning. They fought well in the Blade Fist Arena. My chief gladiator commented that they are already considered good among mediocre gladiators.

He still doesn't want to let people go.

I assigned a vulture guide to the "Troublesome Trio", and even if the sea breeze of the "Deng Shen" speeded up the journey, it would take at least 20 days.

Just wait patiently.

I guarantee that when you leave, you will be able to take old Brian back with you, and tell him not to run around and dig in the ruins of Uldaman in the Badlands if you have nothing to do.

There's real good stuff out there.

Alright, don't disturb your work, I'll go first.

I have another 'date' tonight, and I don't want to miss it. "

"Wow, hot dates for young people, I think I, an old dwarf, often participated when I was young."

Muradin whistled an unceremonious whistle.

He winked and said:

"Is there a girl waiting for you?"

"Well, many girls are waiting for me, all of them are thin and vicious, and each of them is a real snake waist, just like the cannibal poisonous woman.

After tonight's unforgettable 'hot passion', they will definitely want to eat me for the rest of their lives. "

The pirate also whistled back at the old dwarf very unprincipledly, and walked out of the forge laughing.

However, after walking into the night on the South Island of Tol Barad, the smile on the pirate's face disappeared, and his expression, which was never a serious joke, suddenly turned into a murderous look of a cold-faced villain.

Not far from the forge, the armored Hippogryph Sky is stamping anxiously on the ground with its "iron hoof". After seeing its master coming, the brave and loyal Hippogryph greeted him with a neigh .

"obedient"

The pirate patted its head, turned over and rode on it, and fled into the sky with the flapping of the flying wings. After a few minutes of flying, it came to an open space in Nazaras College.

Dean Lanyue is going to prepare his transformation ceremony, and Archmage Ellan is going to teach, so only Prince Farondis is left to support tonight's operation.

And the prince tonight is not as peaceful as before, his handsome face is full of coldness.

This is an expression that rarely appears on the face of a cultivated spellcaster like Prince Farondis. The reason why it is so cold is probably because the enemy he is going to deal with today is one of the rare disgusts in his long and cursed life. enemy.

Naga!

That's right, after a long preparation, they are going to fight the Naga tonight!

And it's not just them.

"The elite soldiers of the several clans of the Tortollan have already prepared, and they have provided us with enough thornweed in the village of Vashj'ir.

My apprentices have been busy making water breathing potions this week, and now they have produced several hundred bottles, enough for tonight's raid. "

Seeing Bu Laike jump down from behind the Hippogryph, Prince Farondis came up to him and said to him:

"Although I have always believed in your intelligence capabilities, I still have to confirm one last time, are you sure that Sharadar Tidal Scepter is in Vashj'ir?

It would be a disaster if we ventured into the city of the Naga Empire like this and couldn't find that thing.

Although the tortoises are cooperating with us now, the tortoises can't believe everything they say.

They have a blood feud with the naga. If you can use the name of the artifact to draw your undead pirates into this war, it will be beneficial to them. "

"I'm sure, sure and definitely!"

Bu Laike confidently said to Prince Farondis:

"I don't only have the turtle man as a news channel."

He explained in a low voice:

"The torrent warrior Akulon who was sent to the Maw of the Abyss last time has asked the lamp god to send me a message. Your Excellency the Tidehunter has confirmed our goal through the fluctuation of the elemental territory.

The Tidal Scepter is definitely in Vashj'ir!

Nothing else resonates with the material world and the elemental realms but it. "

"very good!"

Prince Farondis nodded, and he said:

"Since this is the case, the benefits gained from the adventure have already surpassed the risks it may bring. With the tide scepter in hand, you will no longer be afraid of any challenges on the sea."

"No, there is no way to do this with a scepter alone."

Bu Laike shook his head and said:

"The scepter of tides can command the sea because it contains a drop of the living water essence of the Well of Eternity sealed by Queen Azshara, but the water of eternity alone cannot make the tide obey.

After all, it's just a casting medium, Azshara can use it to set off endless tides, but in my hands, it can cause at most one tide.

How much damage it can do depends not on itself, but on who is using it.

Besides, that thing belongs to the category of elemental magic, and it is something that shamans should use. I am a shadow magic player, so it is better not to pursue it. "

"Then why are you so concerned about tonight's raid?"

Prince Farondis said in surprise:

"Is it really because of the agreement between you and the tortoise? No way, Laike, when did you value the interests of others so much?"

"I was a person who kept the promise! I also said that I would help you get rid of the curse on the land of Azsuna. You can't slander me like that, Master Farondis.

People who know me say I'm a promise-keeper.

Moreover, didn't I mention the reason why we must have a big fight tonight?

His Royal Highness Prince. "

The pirate pouted, moved his shoulders, looked at the stars and moon in the sky, and said:

"The 'benefit' I understand doesn't necessarily mean that you have to get something good for yourself, but it can also mean that the enemy can't get it, or let them lose their own advantages.

From a macro point of view, things like "harming others and benefiting oneself" are occasionally acceptable.

Sharadar can easily destroy a fleet in the hands of Queen Azshara, so I will definitely take it from the queen. If Azshara still has that dreadful thing in her hands, we poor people who live on the sea will hardly sleep or eat. "

"Then you're going to hand it over to the tortoises?"

The Magic Prince blinked and whispered:

"You should know that although the tortoises are full of confidence, even if they get the tidal scepter and rely on these two artifacts, they can't protect themselves at all, right?

Their population size is a thousand times different from the number of naga, and that's the only reason they failed.

As long as Queen Azshara made up her mind early in the morning, by evening, there would not be a single Tortollan left in this world.

The reason why these sea creatures can reproduce and survive is entirely because the queen cares about them lazily.

The tortoises, who are very good at calculating small accounts but can't see the general situation clearly, don't understand this truth very well. As long as the raid on Vashj'ir to snatch the artifact is done tonight, the end of the tortoises will probably come soon. "

Hearing what Prince Farondis said, Bu Laike smiled subtly, and asked softly:

"Isn't that better? No one likes the guy at the end of the snake mouse, right?"

"Ha ha ha ha"

The magic prince laughed, and waved his hand to open a portal leading to the Naglfar. He and Bu Laike stepped into it.

Tonight is an undersea battle, so there is no place for them to appear.

You can just be lazy.

"quack quack"

As soon as Laike came through the portal, the little murloc saluted the Commander on the deck of the ghost ship with his croak croak pirate band.

Tonight is the submarine battle, which is the home field of the murlocs!

They're going to make a big fuss tonight.

"Each of you has received ten bottles of underwater breathing medicine, enough for you old sea dogs to swim in the water for ten hours! I have no other requirements for your actions tonight."

On the deck of the Naglfar, Bu Laike shouted to a group of undead elite pirates standing in front of him:

"Listen to me!"

"Ten hours later, tomorrow morning, I will fill the seas of Vashj'ir with the corpses of naga! I will celebrate my precious ship's birthday with the wails of moccasins.

Treasures are everywhere!

After the looting is over, you still can't fill three bags of garbage, so drown yourself in the female naga's urinal as soon as possible! I don't need incompetent trash in my fleet!

Do you understand? "

This short but powerful pre-battle mobilization made the pirates on the deck howl wildly. They waved their sailor knives and shouted the name of Bo Laike.

Ambitious in the noise, full of fighting spirit in the chaos.

"very good!"

Bu Laike nodded in satisfaction, and turned to look at the moonlight above his head.

At the moment when the Naglfar, full of roaring pirates, sailed out of the shadow barrier of leaves under the moonlit night, the ghost ship sank silently into the sea.

Like a devil black shark, she swung her tail and headed for the predetermined battlefield.

An unprecedented deep-sea robbery is about to begin!

(end of this chapter)