Shadow Trails in Azeroth

Chapter 1347 97. Frostmourne. Full

Black comes with bad intentions.

This can be seen from what he said in front of a group of undead. This bold pirate wanted to take away Frostmourne, which was immediately coldly rejected by the undead.

The undead rarely express their thoughts in words. Compared with decaying vocal cords, they prefer to use actions to make others understand them.

So amidst the sounds of weapons being unsheathed, Blake was instantly surrounded by this group of Draenei undead awakened by Frostmourne.

Every dead man's eyes shone with a cold light, which meant that as long as the stinky pirate made the slightest move, he would be swarmed and killed.

Well, that's what the undead think.

Whether they can do it is doubtful.

"You are telling a terrible story, Lord Black."

The weak death knight Yrel was holding a Draenei-style gemstone warhammer. She said to Blake in a serious and cold tone:

"Leave now and I can pretend I didn't hear your horrible remarks."

"I'd rather you pretend you never saw me coming."

The pirate told a cold joke.

He did not look back at the undead, all his attention was focused on the sword box in front of him.

Even though there was living wood full of vitality blocking the escape of the power of death, the moment the pirate reached out to touch the sword box, he still heard the whisper of Frostmourne.

The magic sword was trying to seduce him.

Temptation seems to be its evil nature. It is constantly telling its desire. It hopes to be held by a strong person and then kill everyone.

It constantly expressed to Black that in its opinion, Black Shaw was more suitable to be its master than Yrel or Velen.

Her attitude is sincere and gentle, like a steady and knowledgeable girl.

But this kind of temptation is difficult to work for a well-informed bastard like a pirate, not only because of long-term exposure to the will of the void, Black has a strong resistance to all seductive words.

More so because the pirate is a conservative man.

He already had his own sword girls, so he couldn't desire more, otherwise the Salamani sisters would be angry.

"Click"

With a crisp cracking sound, the black and white sword girl jumped out of the magic bag where the weapons were stored without being summoned by the pirates.

They guarded their master fiercely, whether it was the mature and steady white sword Sharathol, or the violent black sword Eremeni, both sword girls were constantly screaming with their sharp blades.

They are using this method to warn this "little wild cat" who doesn't know where it came from, to stay away from its owner!

Otherwise I'll chop you to pieces!

Generally speaking, elven swords like Salamani would not be so rough and disrespectful. The main reason was that the sword sisters had not been having a good time these days, which caused them to be in a bad mood.

Black's luggage specifically for storing weapons has recently received a lot of "guests", which not only overstocked the originally spacious "living space" of the Sister Swords, but also caused unexpected sequelae.

Redthroat Fang is making ghost noises all day long, which is annoying to death.

The two pirates who bully the weak and fear the strong are not serious all the time, teasing the two sisters in different ways, just like the damn dirty pirates.

The Alpha Wolf is still as reliable as ever.

But this guy is too stable and doesn't care about the changes around him, so the sister sword girl can't even find a helper.

It felt like I had suddenly moved from a single-family villa to a lively old community, which was extremely irritating.

Blackshaw's love life is in turmoil, his demonic minions as a warlock are in turmoil, and now even his weapons are in turmoil.

The lives of the Sword Lady sisters are already so bad, and you, a black-hearted little wildcat from outside, are just a little jealous! Please stop joining in the fun, okay?

The conversation between the weapons was incomprehensible to others, but after Salamani warned Frostmourne, Frostmourne seemed to become hesitant in tempting Black.

Listening to the introduction of these two very talented sisters, Frostmourne felt that it was not a very good idea for him to plunge headlong into Black Shaw's arsenal so recklessly.

"What did you two say to her?"

Blake looked at the black and white swords floating beside him with strange eyes, and asked:

"I also want to hear about her seduction again, and then laugh at how young and boring her seduction skills are, like a fledgling student sister who insists on pretending to be a sexy and sultry mature older sister."

This complaint caused a group of undead around to stare.

Hello, Mr. Pirate, are you talking to your sword? How long have you had these symptoms? We really can’t put off such terrible symptoms any longer.

Do you want a craniotomy to solve this problem once and for all and get to the root of the problem?

"Get off that sword!"

Yrel ignored this, she smashed the warhammer in her hand on the ground and yelled:

"That is a terrible thing. You cannot take it away, let alone this world!"

The worry and anger of the female undead leader are justified.

As a "live audience" who had personally held Frostmourne before, she could only feel the power of this magic sword to command the souls of the dead.

Even if it was only ten minutes, the terrifying power of Frostmourne still left an indelible impression on Yrel.

When she held this magic sword, she felt that her thoughts seemed to be infinitely extended. She could feel the entire Shadowmoon Valley in the Karabor Temple, and even the adjacent Talador and Arak Peaks. The place of a deceased person.

She can talk to the souls who have died and arrived in another world, and she can invite them back to this world to participate in a war.

She didn't even need a polite invitation.

Just give a rough order, and hundreds of thousands of dead souls will obey her and fight for her.

In the previous battle against the demons, Yrel did not even dare to use the power of Frostmourne at all. She was afraid that she would use too much force to create an "undead disaster" sweeping the world in Draenor.

It is precisely because of personal experience that the female undead is extremely afraid of this sword. If she can, she would rather pay anything to destroy it on the spot.

Such monsters cannot appear in any material world.

Not to mention that it would fall into the hands of a pirate known for his greed and madness. Yrel could not believe what kind of disaster Black would cause with this sword.

"You seem to be worried that I will use it to do bad things?"

Blake glanced back at the weak Yrel, and whispered:

"Why do you have such an outrageous idea? If I want to destroy this world, I can easily do it without this sword. With Draenor's previous weak posture, I only need to start from my unfriendly I borrowed a staff from my black-skinned elf friend and inserted it somewhere in Shadowmoon Valley.

boom"

The pirate let go of his fingers and made an explosion, complete with plosive sounds.

He grinned and said:

"If I do that, you will see a world fall apart before your eyes, and it is no more difficult for me to destroy Draenor than it is to convince an undead like you to obey me.

Well, from the look of you, you don’t seem to believe it, so let me spend a few minutes chatting with you.

Mr. Staghelm, can you go out first? "

The pirate looked at the Archdruid and said:

"I don't want my dark wisdom to affect you. You druids always need to keep your hearts pure."

"You should probably knock me out."

Deer Helmet said expressionlessly:

"Otherwise, if someone discovers that I am complicit with you, I will be hunted by the Watchers."

"No, no."

Blake waved his hands and said:

"Believe me, I will convince our undead friends to pretend that they have not seen all this. No one will know that you and I have already joined forces, and no one will know that you took the initiative to hand over the sword you are responsible for guarding to me.

I know what you want to ask.

I will tell you, be patient, and I will definitely open a door for you that will allow you to step into another world. We have agreed, and I have a strong reputation in this regard. "

"Um."

Staghelm nodded.

At this point, he had no other choice but to go to the dark side with Black.

So under the stunned gaze of the undead, the Archdruid raised his head and slammed it against the cold wall next to him.

There was a loud bang, and the deer helmet fell to the ground with his face covered in blood. Judging from the force of his impact, one wonders if he is suicidal or if he wants to smash his head against the wall?

"Okay, don't worry about the Arch Druid's injury. He will recover after a sleep."

Blake picked up the living wooden sword box. This thing couldn't be put into the bag and could only be wrapped around the body in chains. While he tied the magic sword tightly to his chest, he said casually to the undead gathering towards him:

"You are all people who have died once, so I don't think I need to describe the scenery of the Shadow Realm to you.

You've all seen it before. I'm guessing most of you were assigned to Ascension Bastion. Guys like Yrel who fought to the death probably spent an uncomfortable time as a recruit in Maldraxxus. .

Those memories of another world are fading from your mind, and may even make you feel like they are just a dream that is about to be forgotten.

But let me tell you.

That's not a dream.

That is just the 'truth' that must be forgotten after your souls were brought back from the world of death by Frostmourne and were restricted by the rules of life and death.

Let's keep this short while you still have some memory. "

The pirate raised his head, looked at all the undead in front of him, and asked:

"In your memory, are all the kingdoms of the Shadow Realm experiencing a 'shortage of anima'? Although the Arbiter of the eternal city of Opolis is still fulfilling her mission, the number of undead from all worlds is increasing rapidly. Increase, which caught the four major kingdoms of the Shadow Realm off guard.

The little blue angels in the Ascension Fortress are busy every day but cannot attract all the dead souls.

Maldraxxus is even worse. The military leader who ruled it has long since disappeared. The five great labyrinths are fighting each other endlessly, and the Necrolords are wielding butcher knives at each other.

Am I right? "

Yrel and her undead were silent for a few seconds.

The weak Draenei death knight gritted his teeth and retorted:

"This proves nothing! No one can provide evidence to prove that those bizarre and fading memories in our minds are real. Maybe this is just a lie you made up.

You can influence minds with ease, as we've seen on the battlefield. "

"Okay, okay, if you insist on saying that, then I will provide more evidence."

Black snorted, patted the magic sword behind him, and said;

"The tearing feeling at the soul level when you are summoned back to the material world from the world of death cannot be faked. A piece of each of your souls is missing!"

There was a glimmer of spiritual vision in the pirate's blue eyes, and he said to Yrel:

"Especially you, touch your heart and feel the cracks there. I let you touch your heart! I didn't let you touch your chest! You astringent girl.

never mind.

Don't worry about these small details.

But you don’t think that there is no price for resurrecting from the dead, right?

Frostmourne is indeed a key to life and death, but it will also take a lot of effort to bring your souls who have been dead for more than ten years from the Shadow Realm back to the material world.

It leaves a mark on each of you.

You think you are free.

But freedom is always just an illusion, a flower in the mirror.

You are just insignificant pawns on a grand chessboard, so is Velen, so am I, even Kil'jaeden, the Burning Legion, and Lord Sargeras.

Behind everyone there is a pair of black hands manipulating and pushing.

He is weaving a sad destiny, and if you don't let me take this sword away, I won't be able to enter that realm, and I won't be able to talk to Him about it.

This is all the truth I can tell you.

Knowing more will only make you more miserable, so enjoy the bliss of ignorance. "

Blake spread his hands and said:

"I'm going to take Frostmourne away now and find a truly suitable sword holder for her. You can pretend that this didn't happen, or you can continue to stop me.

but.

Do it at your own risk, folks. "

"Stop him!"

Yrel hesitated, but she finally gave an order that Blake felt regretful for.

The undead around him rushed forward, and the pirate took a step back without any intention of fighting. He just patted the sword box on his back and said to Frostmourne:

"Did you hear that?

I'm going to find you a sword wielder that you absolutely love. He will hold you and create an invincible army of death in the world of Azeroth that haunts you.

As your master wishes, he will set off a horrific war in that world that breaks the balance of life and death. He will spread the shadow of death over every inch of the earth under the sky.

So, for the sake of your future ‘good life’, do yourself a favor. "

"Buzz"

The magic sword in the sword box seems to have aroused interest in the future outlined by the pirates.

She responded with a shock, and in the next moment, under Yrel's stunned gaze, all the undead that rushed toward Black fell dead in an instant.

Like robots whose power was cut off, the souls supporting the walking corpses fell down without resistance under the call of the magic sword. Balls of flexible fire swirled around the pirates like rotating streams of light, and were eaten by Frostmourne. swallowed into the sword.

In just a moment, only Yrel was left standing in the cold hall.

Blake walked towards Yrel with arrogant steps and a deep laugh. At this moment, Deathhoof felt an emotion called "fear".

She staggered back.

She could feel her soul being pulled away from her body.

"Plop"

The hoof girl fell to the ground.

She watched Black walk up to her. The pirate knelt down and patted Yrel's cold forehead. He whispered:

"It was Frostmourne that gave you the power of resurrection. It was given, and it can naturally be taken back. You have never been the death guard of the draenei, my dear Yrel.

You are just the first praetorian guardsmen of Frostmourne.

You can no longer escape its control, it is your master, and now, I am your master's temporary master, so I order you.

Be good! "

The moment the pirate pulled his finger away, Yrel's soul screamed as Frostmourne mercilessly pulled him out of his body and returned to the body of the magic sword.

The moment the cold corpse hit the ground, the pirate clearly heard the magic sword behind him burping a little. Well, such a little soul must be more than enough for Frostmourne to eat.

She must have harvested too many demon souls with the hands of the undead on the previous battlefield.

"Can you be more ladylike? You are a swordswoman."

Blake knelt down, picked up Yrel's cold body, and threw it into the sarcophagus in the corner of the hall, and then threw the sarcophagus into his overly large luggage.

While blowing the pirate whistle, he walked towards the door in the panic-inducing silence, and whispered to Frostmourne:

"It seems that your etiquette issues have to be put on the agenda. Before handing you over to the sword holder, the Salamani sisters will be responsible for training your manners.

The other party is a grand duke, a descendant of an emperor, and a person of status.

To be worthy of him, you must be more respectable. "