Shadow Trails in Azeroth

Chapter 1019 115. I warn you, don’t do anything weird to me! --【twenty three】

Fenna was summoned and quickly came to the captain's room.

Judging from the sweaty look on her face in her warrior vest, she knew that the stupid warrior must have been practicing swordsmanship just now, but when she opened the door, she saw her stinky brother putting a stone on the table.

He also had some carving tools on hand.

Next to the table, there is a blood-red grimoire suspended. The book was very strange. The cover seemed to be made of rock, but there was no text on the thick cover.

"Why are you looking for me? Aren't you going to do an experiment? Why did you start playing with rocks?"

Fenner didn't see anyone outside. She closed the door and took off her vest. She took out a towel to wipe the sweat from her upper body and asked. The beauty of spring is ahead, but the stinky pirate turns a blind eye and doesn't even raise his head.

He looked at the words written with his heart on the grimoire and said:

"This is not playing with rocks, this is a very serious matter. I am going to start carving your 'monument of sin'. You will probably suffer a little tonight."

"What the hell?"

Fenner, who was wiping her hair, widened her eyes and said:

"The sin monument, what is that? A tombstone?"

"With your understanding, it is difficult for me to explain this concept to you, but you can indeed simply understand it as the 'tombstone of the soul'."

The pirate glanced at the idiot sister and said:

"Get dressed and come help."

"whispering sound"

Seeing that her stinky brother's eyes did not stay on her body for a second, Fenna curled her lips in displeasure. She had obviously planned to gain muscle in the past few days, and she was not as thin as before.

It seems that the stupid brother told a lie last time when he said he didn't like his too slender figure.

She quickly took out a loose linen robe from her bag and put it on, walked to the desk, glanced at the grimoire suspended next to Blake, and said suspiciously:

"That's not right, there's obviously not a single word in your book!"

"You don't understand this."

The smelly pirate snorted and said in a long voice:

"Have you ever heard of the Thaurissan family's secret treasure, the 'Emperor's Cloak'?"

"I've heard of it. When my mother gave me magic classes when I was a child, she often used that cloak as an example!"

Fenner blinked and said:

"It is said that only truly wise people can see the cloak, and fools cannot, so the cloak becomes invisible after being put on.

The magicians in Quel'Thalas have been studying the principles of the Emperor's cloak, and they have been trying to replicate such a magical magic item. "

"That's it."

Blake smiled and patted Fenna on the head, and said lovingly:

"It's the same with my Grimoire of Sin Monument. Only smart people can read the words on it, not fools."

"boom"

Before the stinky pirate could finish his words, he was punched hard on the lower back. Fenna's eyes were already bloodshot, and she said in a tone of "you are going to die soon":

"Say! Finish what you just said! How about an idiot? Also, who is an idiot?"

"Ahem, it's just a joke. You can't afford to joke anymore."

Blake instantly switched to a serious expression. He gently tapped the Grimoire of Sin Monument with the carving knife in his hand and said:

"This is the theory of magic written by Anima and the method of making the Sin Monument. If you can see Anima, you can see them."

"So what exactly is Anima?"

Fenna asked anxiously:

"Why have I never heard of these powers? How can I learn them?"

"This is easy!"

Blake took off the Defiler fragment from his waist, slapped it on Fenner's hand, and said:

"Use it to give yourself a knife. If you are lucky, you will understand in the next second. If you are not lucky, stab yourself a few more times. This is the knowledge of the dead, just as the living cannot set foot on the path of the dead. The living I can't understand such text either.

I know you are going to ask next, why can I understand it? "

The pirate shrugged and sighed:

"After all, I am a person who has died once. Do you understand that?"

"Oh, the Battle of Khaz Modan, right?"

Fenner nodded and stopped asking.

Now that her relationship with Blake is getting closer and closer, Finna also regards that incident as a taboo. She doesn't want to talk about the incident that will make Blake sad.

She picked up the carving knife in her hand, looked at the carefully selected obsidian the size of a human head in front of her, and said:

"So, what to do?"

"First use your brute force to carve it into the shape of a tombstone. The specific shape doesn't matter, but you must outline the pattern on the edge of the tombstone according to specific carvings.

Those patterns that look like decorative patterns are actually sin inscriptions, one of the most important components of the sin monument. "

Blake took out another piece of paper, drew the shape of a small tombstone on it, and outlined clear and twisted lines on the edge, and said to Fenner:

"You can't make mistakes, but I believe in the precision of the legendary warrior's hands."

"You can do this job too."

Fenna picked up the stone and started to cut. Amidst the harsh chopping sounds, she said:

"Your hands are much steadier than mine, why don't you do it yourself?"

"I'm lazy."

The pirate gave an answer that made Finna roll her eyes.

He thought for a moment and added another sentence:

"This sin monument is prepared for you, so try to make it as delicate as possible. You don't want your tombstone to be casually made weird, right?"

"What's the meaning?"

Fenner stopped the carving knife in her hand, looked at Blake, and said:

"Am I going to have to carry this thing on my back from now on?"

"You'd better carry it on your back. No matter how many people want to carry it, they don't have a chance."

The pirate said seriously:

"Once the Sin Monument is completed, it is indestructible. Even if the world is destroyed, the Sin Monument cannot be destroyed. At most, it will be broken into pieces.

But as long as the Sin Monument remains, your soul will not become a lonely ghost, nor will it cut off all ties with the world like ordinary resentful spirits.

It is the anchor of the soul.

It represents not just your sins, but your very existence. "

Fenna seemed to understand.

She always felt that her bratty brother had not told her some truths. The Sin Monument must not only be used for this purpose, but perhaps it could have other evil uses if it fell into Black's hands.

Blake also ignored Fenner's suspicious eyes.

He would not tell Fenna the true purpose of the Sin Monument because he was afraid of scaring his innocent sister.

In order to take care of her sister's mind, not to add psychological burden to her, and not to tell her these evil things, she would not think too much about it. From this point of view, Fenner is indeed a very simple person.

Several hours later, the stupid warrior put down the carving knife, wiped the sweat from his forehead, and looked like a primary school student with a proud expression after last night's handiwork. He lifted up the delicate black tombstone in front of him and looked at it from left to right.

She is clearly very pleased with her work.

He called out to Blake, who was directing the clumsy Spirit of Vengeance to complete a shadow raid. The pirate turned around and was immediately embarrassed when he saw the Sin Monument in Fenner's hand.

Look at the skull and roses on the stele, and the angels delicately carved around its edges.

What are you doing?

Do you want to participate in the Tombstone Exhibition and win a prize?

This idiot!

I want you to make it more refined, not to turn it into a second-rate piece of art! You have to carry this thing out from now on! How can you have the face to see people like this?

How old are you?

Do you want to give the Sin Monument another colorful Shamat hair?

"What's wrong? Doesn't it look good?"

Fenna widened her eyes and said:

"I made it based on the sculptures from the tomb of the first Sun King. What elf craftsman wouldn't say yes to it after seeing it?"

"Well, it's quite beautiful."

Blake complimented him unwillingly and said:

"This size is very good and the weight is moderate. Okay, give me the carving knife and let's move on to the next step."

"Beautiful, right?"

Fenna laughed, rubbed her wrist with a sense of accomplishment, patted her stinky brother on the shoulder, and said carelessly:

"Then give me your future sin monument carvings, and I promise to make them beautiful for you."

"Okay, as long as you're happy."

Blake curled his lips and took the carving knife handed over by Fenner.

He turned back a page in the Grimoire of the Monument of Sin, and after referring to the sentences above, he asked Fenna to stand still, reached out and pulled out a weak ball of anima from Fenna's shoulder, and smashed it on the carving knife. .

Fenner's expression was a little twitchy.

She didn't know what her brother had pulled out of her body, but it felt terrible, as if a part of herself was lost forever.

But it was so uncomfortable that Fenner didn't stop Blake.

She believed that her brother would not harm her.

In front of her eyes, Blake used the carving knife shining with the light of anima to write on the tombstone in Salas language:

"Fenna Goldsword Proudmoore.

Her talents are unparalleled, her greatness is yet to come, and her enemies are heinous.

At least she believed so.

Fenner follows the path chosen for her by those she trusts, and is not ashamed of others' evaluations, excusing herself with 'courage' and blind obedience called indulgence.

Arrogance was once a virtue that demonstrated her strength, and arrogance will soon become her teacher. "

That line is very strange.

Fenner could see the mark when the carving knife fell, but when Blake finished writing a word, the word would disappear before her eyes, just like magic.

After Blake's explanation just now, Fenna knew that it was words written with the heart, and only the dead could understand them.

After writing the last stroke, Fenner let out an exclamation.

The ordinary tombstone in front of her suddenly became mysterious.

She seemed to have a strange connection with it. When she saw the exquisite tombstone, Fenna felt that the things in her past memory emerged one by one.

Her state of mind was disturbed, but she could still endure the replay of those memories.

But the next moment, after Blake turned to the last page of the Sin Monument Grimoire, held Fenna's Sin Monument and recited a spell in a language he had never heard before, Fenna was suddenly struck by lightning.

It was as if an invisible heavy hammer hit her chaotic memories. Those beautiful memories were instantly shattered, leaving only some shameful and dark memories that became more and more obvious.

The shadow of being bullied by annoying elf children when she was a child. They said she was a half-blood and a mongrel.

During his first battle, he encountered a siege by lynxes. If Sir Salorian hadn't arrived in time, Fenna might have become the prey of the lynxes in the Demonic Spring.

When he was living in Dalaran, he was defrauded of all his money by a cunning dwarf liar, and was almost forced to work as a dancer in a tavern to earn a living.

His confused mood when he saw Dai Lin for the first time, his shame when he was defeated by his bratty brother, his pain and loss when he was defeated by Dai Lin for the second time in Hell, and his debauchery when he seduced his younger brother in the Hall of Heroes.

The constant flashbacks of those memories that were regarded as shame made Fenner's defenses shatter in an instant.

This is not normal!

With Fenner's willpower and the blessing of Tyr's divine power, she can face the Corruptor's mental impact, but she is unable to escape the chaos that takes effect at this time.

Proves that this power does not act on the soul, but is itself a part of the soul!

Therefore, the fundamental law of willpower takes effect at this time.

Like a fear die that ignores Will rolls.

The stupid warrior began to tremble from the fear bursting from the depths of his soul, as if all his strength had been stripped away from his hard-tempered body.

It was as if she had returned to the weak posture she had when she was a little girl. When Blake picked up the sin monument and walked towards her, the fear in her heart increased.

What was called "sin", but was actually more like shame, wailed in her heart.

Finna was frightened.

She kept retreating, with tears in her eyes, and her body was shaking. Finally, her feet fell softly and fell to the ground. She huddled in the corner, holding her body with both hands.

In her eyes, Black, who was holding the sin monument, was like a big devil with burning eyes. She had no courage to resist when facing him, as if everything about her was in his hands.

"Don't come here, don't come here!"

Fenna screamed with a trembling voice:

"Please! Get away! Don't come close to me! Oooh, mommy, save me!"

Looking at his frightened and crying sister in front of him, Blake helplessly glanced at the sin monument in his hand.

He knew that this thing was powerful, but he didn't expect that in the material world, the power of this thing would be amplified to such an extent, breaking Fenna's defense almost instantly.

"well."

Blake knelt down and put the Sin Monument into Fenna's hand. The moment the Sin Monument was released from Blake's fingers, all the fear and confusion in Fina's heart disappeared in an instant.

The stupid soldier was stunned and wiped the tears on his face randomly.

She looked at Blake as if she had just had a dream.

In front of him, the smelly brother was half-kneeling there, reaching out to pat her head with a gentle smile. This was Blake's favorite action.

He didn't treat Fenna like a sister, but more like a lovable naughty child.

"Look, this is the power of the Sin Monument."

The pirate touched the head of the crying Fenner and said:

"This is your spiritual weakness. I am handing it to you now. You must protect it and carry it with you. Just now I just used the most basic magic of the Sin Monument.

It also has very diverse ways of use.

Your destiny should be in your own hands, and the same goes for your weaknesses. "

Blake rubbed Fenner's messy short hair, wiped the tears on her face, glanced down again, and said:

"Go and change some pants. Next, let's make my sin monument."

After saying that, he got up to prepare the carving of his sin monument.

But as soon as he stood up, Fenner grabbed his trouser leg. The pirate looked back, and Fenner, who was still a little frightened, sniffed and handed him his sin monument.

The idiot sister looked at the bratty brother and said with a hint of being bullied:

"I can't protect it well. You know I'm always deceived. If it's my weakness, it should be kept by the person I trust most, right?

Just keep it for me. "

"Didn't you understand just now?"

The pirate said to Fenner with a headache:

"This thing is an unsolvable 'cheating device' in the material world. As long as you still have a soul, you cannot avoid its attack.

If it fell into the hands of someone skilled in the magic of the Sin Tablet, such as myself, I could command you to do whatever I wanted to see done to you.

No matter how evil, no matter how nasty.

Do you just trust me that much?

I'm a big bad guy. "

"You are indeed a bad guy."

Fenna moved her waist uncomfortably, lowered her head and said:

"But you can do this without the Sin Monument. I will do whatever you want me to do. As long as you are willing to be in the Hall of Valor, I said so.

You are the one who didn't understand.

You idiot! "

Blake was stunned for a moment. He thought Fenner was joking before, but he didn't expect that she was serious.

"Okay then, I'll keep it for you."

The smelly pirate took Fenner's sin monument. The moment he touched the sin monument, Fenner's body began to shake again. It wasn't until the black sin monument was put into the pirate's bag that Fenner returned to normal.

She jumped up, covered her wet pants with her robe, and screamed to Blake:

"I'm warning you! Bad brother, you are not allowed to use it to do weird things to me! Otherwise I will beat you up, you hear me! Then..."

There was a smirk on Fenner's face, she rubbed her hands and said to Blake expectantly:

"Let's hurry up and make your sin monument. Since I gave you my sin monument, you must also give your sin monument to me!

Fair deal, right? "

Hearing this, the pirate suddenly showed a strange expression. Faced with this obviously malicious request, he did not choose to refuse, but said in a long voice:

"OK."

"As long as you can move it."