Shadow Trails in Azeroth

Blake obtained the Yu Order from the Guardians in the Hall of Origin, which made his subsequent communication with the Tol'vir very smooth.

These loyal and brave big cats are very obedient to the instructions of their gods. Although they are very afraid of the legendary weapon that brought disaster to their people, after hearing that this incident was related to the great cause of the Titans, the Sun Priest They immediately sent out guides to lead the pirates to the depths of the desert where the cursed weapon was buried.

Black rode on the back of the winged Tol'vir warrior and was carried through the wind and sand by the flying cat.

The two weapons were buried in the barren sand dunes far away from the city, which fully proved the resentment of the To'vir people against them.

“I heard that the legendary blacksmith Ilmat, who forged the ‘Fist of the Heavens’, is a well-known figure in your race. The blacksmith who was proficient in legendary skills also forged other magical weapons with magical powers throughout his life.

Are they all in Tol'vir hands now? "

Blake asked into the wind as he clutched the big cat's warm gray mane.

The big cat warrior wearing the traditional Tolvir style dog-head or jackal-head mask did not hide it either. He used a strange six-pointed sunglasses to identify the direction and answered in a deep voice:

"Yes, the four wind scimitars left by Lord Ilmat are the sacred relics passed down by the Tol'vir people. It is said that those four swords contain the essence of the Four Wind Lords of the Sky Wall.

The warrior who wields them can easily summon the power of the storm to crush their enemies.

Each of our three Tolvir clans keeps one of them.

The royal family of Ramukahen possesses the bone-chilling North Wind Blade, the Ossis clan guarding the secret covenant possesses the extremely poisonous West Wind Blade, and the cunning and changeable but wealthy Neferset clan possesses the lightning-calling South Wind Blade. .

Unfortunately, the most powerful one, the Blade of the East Wind, which represented the rough desert wind, had already perished in this vast desert along with his clan following Lord Ilmat's tragic defeat.

We also call it the ‘hot air scimitar’.

Every year, groups of young guys travel across the desert to try to retrieve the endlessly powerful hot-wind scimitar, but unfortunately no one can succeed.

The sun priests said that it was the will of fate, and they wanted the three major tribes of the Tol'vir to be vigilant and teach them a lesson.

Fanatic pursuit of uncontrollable power will lead to a tragic end like Lord Ilmat.

If a wise and powerful legendary figure like him cannot withstand the disaster of greed, then ordinary people like us should remain in awe of power. "

"I don't think Ilmat's adventure failed because he was too greedy, and I don't think a legendary warrior like you can call yourself an 'ordinary person.'"

Black scoffed at the suggestion that everything was down to fate.

He scanned the surrounding desert, gave a small compliment to the brave Tol'vir warriors who flew him, and then said:

"He was just unprepared and too reckless. The victory of conquering the Lord of the Four Winds made him so excited that he did not realize that Al'Akir and the Lord of the Four Winds were completely different opponents.

He should be more cautious.

In other words, the lesson you can draw from the story of Ilmater should not be to restrain the pursuit of desires, but to learn perfect wisdom in order to grasp the thread of destiny. "

"Perhaps, traveler."

The tol'vir big cat did not argue with the pirates, he said:

"I think what you said makes sense. Perhaps this is the wisdom that fate has given me today. I'm going to send you down. The Fist of the Heavens is buried in the ruins of the sand dunes in front of you. It is a place for all Tovirs. The land of doom.

An entire city of our tribe and all their souls are buried there, and no one will come near it.

So you have to walk the rest of the way yourself.

That pair of fists from the heavens

Take it with you.

Take it away from this desert forever, take its curse and disaster away from here. "

"Wow, you guys are so generous."

Blake rubbed his hands and said:

"Other civilizations will not give up such sacred objects. Although you don't know much about me, please believe me, you have received my goodwill.

After my mecha-gnomish subordinates have figured out a way to remove the curse of flesh and blood, I promise to charge you only the lowest price for this service.

This is my kind response to your generosity. "

"If you can really get rid of the curse of flesh and blood on us, believe me, the traveler named Black Shaw, we Tol'vir people are willing to give you all the treasures in this desert."

The Tolvir warrior laughed and fell to the ground.

He handed the six-point sunglasses in his hand to Blake, gave him a traditional blessing, then turned around and flapped his wings to leave the desert.

"That's what you said yourself."

Blake watched the Tolvir warriors fly into the sky. He played with the sunglasses in his hand and said:

"When I ask you for money, don't refuse to give it. Oops, I forgot to ask your name, but the Sun Priest told me that you are also a powerful person."

The pirate looked at the sunglasses in his hand and found an inscription at the bottom with the name of the owner of the mirror.

"Talim?"

Blake read out the inscription, rubbed his chin and said:

"In human language, this word should be translated as 'Sunkeeper'. Well, it is a good name for the To'vir who worship the sun, moon and stars."

The stinky pirate gave a compliment, then picked up the sextoscope and walked into the sand dunes in front of him.

Relying on this exquisite tool, he quickly found the ruins where the weapons were buried using the traces of sunlight differentiation. Then he summoned his demon servants, pointed to the ground and said to the crazy and irritable Clifland:

"It's right here! Dig hard!"

The devil really wanted to complain.

But it didn't want to offend its increasingly powerful master, so it could only drop its violent magic axe, grab a shovel, and start digging downwards.

Taking this opportunity, Blake took out the emblem of the djinn and rubbed it continuously, and soon summoned the djinn Al Abbas into the desert.

The djinn still appears in the wind as before.

However, this time it did not immediately join hands and salute Blake. Instead, it observed the surroundings and soon set its sights on the desert in the distance. Amidst the sound of the wind blowing through the woods, it said with emotion:

"Well, there are endless secrets buried in Uldum. I haven't been to the land closest to the sky wall in this material world for many years. You summoned me here. Do you have good news to tell me? My dear collaborator .”

"certainly."

Blake coughed and said to the Djinn:

"I have explained our plan to the Lord of War and his Titan Protector brothers, and they have expressed their approval. And promised that if necessary, they will try their best to help us kill the crazy Al'Akir, and assist the Windseeker to become the new The god of wind.

I want to tell you this good news. By the way, how is your plan going? "

"All the best, my friend."

The lamp god let out a deep laugh and said proudly:

"Your pirate friend Gaboa is very similar to you, but he is not you after all. He is not that difficult to deal with. After I told him that I could take him to the top of the swirling cloud, he immediately chose to cooperate with me.

I have given him the Vial of Resurrection.

He is heading towards this sea area and will arrive here tomorrow.

He will help us kill Al'Akir's thugs, collect enough wind essence, and undertake the evil deeds of assassinating the wind elemental subjects.

I know, he must have his own little plan,

But I don't care. You promised that you would deal with him, so I won't consider the threat he poses. This is something you need to consider.

Also, the blacksmith you recommended is great.

The dwarf named Bronzebeard has already forged the prototype of the Quiet Wind Blade in the Sunwell, and soon the Wind Chaser's elemental blade will be ready.

We can wake him up soon. "

"I have to say, it's been a real pleasure working with you."

Blake whistled and said:

"I will go to meet Gaboa tomorrow and secretly guarantee that my ambitious colleague will fulfill his agreement. We will not need to participate in the subsequent negotiations between Al'Akir and the Titan Guardians.

When their negotiations break down, it will be the time for His Highness the Wind Chaser to become the God of Wind. And with Al'Akir's uncertainty and madness, it was only a matter of time before the negotiations broke down. "

"Well, I never doubted that."

The djinn nodded.

It discussed some details with Blake and then planned to leave and continue working.

It is very busy now, and the priesthood of the God of Trading is restraining it. But just as Al Abbas was about to leave, the demon digging nearby finally dug up what Black wanted.

It was a weapon box that was sealed layer by layer. Blake grabbed Salamani, who was floating next to him, and struck it down with precision, splitting the weapon box open.

The moment it was opened, a strong wind swirled in the desert ruins, rapidly increasing in power, and was about to set off a big explosion here.

In response to the Cursed Blade's reappearance.

"Fist of the Heavens?"

The Djinn immediately exclaimed when he saw a pair of Tolvir-style fist blades in the box.

It waved its claws and used its power as a demigod of the wind element to disperse the surging storm around it. Amid the splashing of quicksand, it said to Blake with a hint of regret:

"Oh, if I had known you could find this pair of fist blades, we wouldn't have had to ask Bronzebeard to forge the Quiet Wind Blade. These pair of fist blades are also elemental sacred blades.

Although it is difficult for them to completely match the power of His Highness Wind Chaser. "

"You have a good idea, how could I just give it to someone else? This is a supremely fast weapon, most suitable for assassins to use.

After Salamani became the Soul Blade, I lacked a handy melee weapon. "

Black laughed a few times and reached out to grab the two alien fist blades in the box. These things were more like punches than fist blades.

It is in the shape of a wide triangle with sharp edges and a center that is split like a tuning fork. The handle is at the back. There is elemental energy flowing from the light blue wind core inside, making its surface covered with fine lightning.

When the pirate holds it, he can feel the strong wind surrounding it.

This power is not tame.

It doesn't belong to Black yet. The owner of this power is not dead. It is still remotely controlling the pair of fist blades to punish these fanatics who covet the unruly wind.

“You get them, but you don’t quite get them.”

The Djinn looked at Blake swinging his fist and stabbing in place to create a cool combo. It shook its head and said:

"It is infused with the energy of the Wind Rider. If it does not allow it, you will not be able to mobilize the unruly wind, unless you can kill Al'Akir and take this power as your own.

After seeing you get them, I have a new appreciation for your determination.

Well, I've been thinking about how to repay you for your help. It's hard for me to find a trading item that satisfies your desire. I can help you reshape these legendary fist blades into a form that is most suitable for you to fight. .

It is the Elemental Blade.

It can change posture.

As a wind elemental, I can help you, do you need it? "

"certainly!"

Blake couldn't let go of the benefit that came to his door. He looked at the two fists in his hand, thought for a moment, and said:

“Forge it into a glove.

It allows me to hold them tightly to punch, it also allows me to still use weapons while carrying them, and it also allows me to attach the power of the wind to other weapons. "

"This is very simple."

The Djinn stretched out his claws and grasped the Fist of the Heavens in Blake's hand. When it was using its power of wind, Blake could clearly feel the elemental blade in his hand changing its posture.

It seemed to be melting, covering the pirate's hands. The cold blade was changing, and soon cooled into a shape as cold as steel and rock.

It wraps around the pirate's cane and fingers, forming a seemingly heavy but still very light shape, like a boxing glove with split fingers. When the pirate closes his five fingers, cyan lightning splashes out.

On the backs of the two fists, the emblems of the wind element were constantly rotating, as if they had truly grasped the power of the wind.

"Not bad, I'm very satisfied."

Blake clenched his big fists, put them in front of him and banged them against each other several times.

Pulling out the dazzling light of lightning, he relaxed his fingers and clasped Salamani beside him. The moment he clasped the hilt of the sword, the power of the flying lightning also extended to the blade.

"It's itchy, it's so itchy! I hate this feeling! Stay away from us!"

But his sword girl quickly expressed her dissatisfaction.

Amidst the two-voiced screams of the two sword girls, they flew out of Black's big gloves. Obviously, neither Sharatol nor Eremeni liked being held by the gloves covered with the power of wind. The feeling of living.

The pirate put his gloves in front of his eyes, and the character card quickly gave the entry:

Name: Fist of the Heavens

Quality: Excellence·Legend [Power Seal]

Attribute: [Wind Rider’s Curse·Invisible]

Item description:

Even if you hold it, it still doesn't belong to you. Al'Akir is eager to get his power back, and you have become a stumbling block for the Wind Rider. Be careful of the cold wind blowing behind you.

"Woohoo, I'm fighting Al'Akir now. This hatred will make my allies trust me more, and it will also bring me new strength after the death of His Majesty the Wind God.

This is the reward I long for. Who would dislike having so many magical weapons? "

Blake raised the silly-looking but cute big gloves in his hand high, did another classic Hulk move, and then threw them back into his bag.

He waved his hand to dismiss his demon, and threw out a Shadow Fury to smash the traces of the excavation. In the sudden rise of wind and sand, he turned back and said to the Djinn:

"I can't wait to see the defeat of the Wind Rider. So, can you give me a ride? My friend, send me to Gaboa's Death.

Just do me a favor again.

On my ship, there was an idiot little blue dragon, Little Star, who sent her and her loyal guards over.

Although it is to serve His Highness the Wind Chaser's great cause, I also want to satisfy my friend's small cause as part of the reward for my loyal service. "

"Of course, your request will be granted."

The genie said nonchalantly:

"His Royal Highness the Wind Chaser is a generous ruler. The storms he evokes will reward friends. Friends like you are fully qualified to share the power of the sky with us.

Take a deep breath, friend.

The wind will send you to your destination, a friendly reminder that it will be a little bumpy. "