Shadow Trails in Azeroth

When Blake put away the Tide Stone and landed on the ground, the violent storm, clouds and lightning in the sky dissipated at this moment, and the night returned to its previous gloom and darkness within a few seconds, as if everything had never happened before. happened before.

But the wet ground and the remains of walls and structures destroyed by storm and thunder meant that what just happened was not a dream.

The world-famous stinky pirate Black Shaw rode the storm to save the Three Hammers dwarves who overestimated their capabilities and put themselves in danger by challenging the high-ranking Titan Guardians.

cool!

This is definitely a story that kids will really enjoy.

Maybe you need to find Little Star Princess to polish it up a bit to make it more exciting.

"哐"

Blake winked at the black horn next to him, and the Antler Bull relaxed the shackles of Kazgoroth's hammer. As the rock hand restraining the King of Fire Giants shattered, the flame statue was extinguished. A frail giant like obsidian fell to the ground.

Its jewel-like eyes looked at everything around it in a "waking up from a dream" way. The structures it forged for destruction every day and night in the past made Ignis very painful.

Everything it did during the time it was controlled by Yogg-Saron was vividly remembered, and all of this made the giant feel a heavy sin.

The power given to it by Khaz'goroth the Forger was meant to create, but it instead used it for unforgivable destruction.

Especially at the end of the war that ended the Age of Mythology, he was driven by anger and swept almost the entire Storm Cliff with a natural disaster of fire.

Countless Titan people died under their own forging hammer.

ah.

The unforgivable sin.

"Can we trust it?"

Seeing the giant fall to the ground, the three-hammer dwarves, who were beaten badly but relied on foreign aid to win in the end, were cautious and did not get close. They held their weapons and whispered to each other.

They both know how dangerous this flame giant is. Maybe killing it while it is weak is a good choice now?

"What kind of cold-blooded bastards you dwarves are! Can't you see that the poor Destruction Giant is awake?"

Blake complained loudly:

"It is a distant relative of you! Do you still want to cut off its head and bring it back to your city to show off? Oh my God, you are a bunch of bastard butchers!

It's not enough to win, but you still have to take away its miserable life? "

"You made it like this, right?"

The bronze-bearded King Magni, who had his beautiful beard burnt off, looked at his destroyed king's battle ax and war hammer, curled his lips and said with a distressed expression:

"You are the bad guy, and you are the good guy. What kind of contradictory bastard are you?"

“I just want to make the most of everything.”

Blake grinned, reached out and took off his helmet, held it in his arms, and followed by a group of vigilant dwarf masters came to the painful Ignis.

He saw this giant whose head was as tall as an adult after he fell, and he said:

"Are you awake? If you are not, my cold-blooded and vindictive dwarf friends will smash your head mercilessly."

Ignis didn't answer.

It closed its eyes, as if waiting for the judgment of its unforgivable sin.

"I know you're in pain, you feel like you've let down your Titan, you feel like your hands are covered in blood uh, or engine oil?"

The pirate blinked, switched to roaring giant language, and said to the very depressed flame giant in front of him:

"But we are not here to judge you this time. The only damn one, Loken, has died. The remaining guys can be forgiven, or in other words, you all still have a chance to pay off your sins.

Giant, I might as well tell you that after Ulduar is freed, Odin will lead all the guardians into the fel hearts of the stars to save your gods.

Those Titans.

Maybe you know that the Pantheon has been destroyed, maybe you don't, but it doesn't matter, the Titan Souls are still being tortured by demons, and they need help.

And the only people who can help them are you.

We have now gathered a legion that is not elite but is not afraid of death. We need to arm everyone, but there are always not enough weapons and armor that can resist evil corrosion.

This happens to be your best field. Odin still admires how powerful the elven weapons you forged for the Iron Warriors in the War of Dominion were.

It is said that among them were the battle axes and war hammers named ‘Kaitian’ and ‘Pudi’ that helped the heroic spirits smash the invincible defense of the Stone Mother Legion.

We need weapons like that.

Your gods need you to keep doing what you do best, and your forge still burns. "

The pirate pointed at the blazing Creation Furnace behind him, then reached out and took the Hammer of Khazgoroth from Black Horn, handed it to the King of Fire Giants, and said:

“Your forging hammer was broken by my dwarf friends, but it doesn’t matter, we brought you the forging relic used by Lord Khazgoroth.

Are you going to continue to lie here and play dead, abandon your responsibilities and mission, and let yourself die as a coward and a criminal? Or should we brace ourselves and forge us what we need? "

Ignis opened his eyes and looked at the Hammer of Khazgoroth that was handed to his head by the pirate. The position of this holy object was quite subtle.

If it doesn't want to help, all it takes is Black's hand to loosen, and the holy hammer will come down and hit it on the head.

Does this seem like a threat?

But the flame giant obviously did not hesitate for long. It climbed up from the ground like a mountain, and balls of hot flames ignited from the cracks in its obsidian body.

The furnace master took a deep breath, rejected the hammer of Khazgoroth, and said angrily:

"I'm not qualified to use it, but I'll help, forging, right? I'll start forging, starting now, I need materials. All kinds of materials."

"We brought it!"

The three dwarf leaders looked at each other and immediately replied:

"We need to borrow your forge, giant. We will forge our own artifact in the name of the descendants of the earth spirits, and take it with us to the most dangerous battlefields in the stars to save us and your gods.

Can you help us forge the weapons we desire? "

"Of course, I'd love to."

Ignis stood up weakly and staggered to the Creation Furnace, calling the structures he had forged with his own hands to come forward and ignite the flames of the furnace.

It also requires wind to drive the fire to melt the materials the dwarves bring.

But unfortunately, the previous battle damaged the blast box of the furnace. Just when Ignis was about to spend some time repairing it, Blake, who was standing by with a camera to record the moment, snorted.

He winked at Black Corner and waved his fingers as if to show off his abilities.

The next moment, the same strong wind as before roared into the air inlet of the furnace, causing the flames of the Creation Furnace to burn out of the furnace.

Magni, who was near the furnace, was almost swallowed whole by the flames.

"Can you do it?"

Magni turned around and roared, shouting in the voice of a professional blacksmith:

"Don't use so much force, you bastard, control the temperature of the flames. You unqualified blacksmith apprentice, do you want to burn us to death?"

"Too much nonsense!"

The pirate said coldly:

"Just do your job, help you for free and pay so many demands? Believe it or not, I am here to kill people and steal goods! I will keep all the materials you collected as my own!"

"Pour the ingredients in, dwarves."

Ignis uses a strange device to control the temperature of the furnace flame. It guides the dwarves in using the Creation Furnace like a forging instructor. It contributes the small forge in its abdomen to help the dwarves smelt all kinds of mithril, fine gold and arcana. He forged the best source steel on-site from the magic crystal materials, and also guided them to select qualified weapon molds from their own forging warehouse.

As a result, the three-hammer dwarves were going back and forth to choose, and finally chose a very powerful warhammer mold. The ax and hammer will always be the first choice of the dwarves when fighting.

Only such crude weapons can take advantage of the strength of the dwarves. The long swords and two-handed swords favored by humans are somewhat weak in the eyes of the dwarves.

"This anvil is good. I can feel that it contains a power from the realm of fire. It is really surprising that such a treasure was born in the hands of a mortal."

Ignis, the master of the furnace, easily relied on his powerful skills and experience to smelt the best-quality source steel. He also noticed a huge black anvil carried over by the Dark Iron dwarves who shouted their trumpets.

As the best blacksmith in Azeroth, the master of the furnace immediately felt the extraordinary power of the anvil.

The Dark Iron Emperor Thaurissan snorted proudly. He patted the anvil emotionally and said:

"The black anvil is a sacred object of the Dark Iron Dwarves. It is a witness that we were cursed by the Lord of Fire. Countless magical weapons have been born on this anvil.

If it weren't for this important matter, we wouldn't have taken it out of Shadowforge City. This thing is the civilized totem of the Dark Iron dwarves. "

"Well, it does have this qualification."

Ignis nodded, but then the giant said:

"But anvils and molds alone are not enough, dwarves. They can help you forge epic sharp blades, but they cannot reach the level of legends or even artifacts.

You want the most powerful weapons in the world. I can only hope that you have brought valuable materials that can truly transform the weapons. I also had such materials, but unfortunately they were all used by me to arm the armies of the ancient gods. . "

"Is this okay?"

Magni carefully took out a box from his arms and opened it in front of the flame giant. It contained a warm gem that looked like a burning eyeball.

The moment it appeared, the already blazing temperature of the entire Creation Furnace instantly increased.

"Huh? This is the core of Ragnaros' power illusion?"

Ignis is worthy of being a forging master who has participated in the Battle of the Dominator. It recognized what Magni took out at a glance. It savored the hot power of this thing. After a few seconds, it nodded and said:

"The Eye of Savras contains the pure power of the Creation Fire. It can allow your weapons to travel through legends, but if you want to go further, you must add some raw materials.

or."

The furnace master's eyes fell on the Hammer of Khazgoroth in Black Horn's hand, and it said angrily:

"Or you can use the forging world's holy hammer to complete your weapons, but I want to remind you that the forging hammer is not for mortals.

You can only harness its power for a short period of time, and once the forging process is interrupted, your weapons will be in vain. "

"It doesn't matter! We're willing to take the risk."

Magni said loudly:

"This is what we are here for. We have brought all the forging masters from the three dwarves. We will definitely complete the forging of our artifact!"

"Throw these two things in too."

Falstad Wildhammer also opened a box, which contained two one-handed hammers in the style of the Dark Iron dwarves. They were two weapons forged by the best craftsmen among the Dark Iron dwarves, the Persuader and the Opponent.

They are all unfinished weapon prototypes, and now, the dwarves are going to throw these two prototypes that are qualified to become legendary weapons into their artifact forging.

This scene made Black blink, and he knew that this must have come from Muradin's suggestion. This old dwarf helped the Proudmoore family forge the family blade based on the ancient knowledge of Salameni.

And all of this is preparation for the forging ceremony in front of you.

Ignis did not stop the dwarves from taking desperate risks. Instead, it admired these reckless mortal forgers. The very act of daring to imagine forging an artifact with their own hands already surpassed those unimaginative forgers.

What a dream.

Only by integrating your dreams into something you love can you truly create something great.

Well, it seems that the legacy of Lord Kazgoros has truly taken root in this world and has been praised and promoted.

"let's start!"

A group of dwarf blacksmiths took off their armor, discarded their weapons and put on the blacksmith's robes for heat insulation. Magni personally threw two black iron warhammers into the elemental steel that was about to be smelted.

Under normal circumstances, such behavior would destroy a furnace of good steel, but under the super control of the furnace master, the components of the molten steel were not destroyed but were perfectly blended together.

"Oh my god, this thing is so heavy."

Emperor Thaurissan was the first to take up the Hammer of Khaz'goroth.

Because it was not recognized by the Holy Hammer, he had to use all his strength to lift it, but as the silver-gray liquid in the forge was poured into the mold, Thaurissan was almost immediately ready for forging.

Magni placed the rapidly cooling mold on the black anvil, and Thaurissan swung the forging hammer and hit the mold with a bang.

The Wildhammer shamans beside him immediately began to call for elemental power to bless this artifact. They wanted to continue this elemental infusion process until the forging was completed.

Thaurissan was out of breath after beating it dozens of times. Magni immediately took the forging hammer and continued to pound the war hammer that had been formed on the anvil, trying to beat it into the most perfect shape.

One after another, the Bronzebeards and Black Iron Blacksmiths were waiting for their turn. At this moment, they only saw the weapon that was about to be born, and there was no room for any hatred.

They are relaying.

Everyone knows that this will be the most glorious moment in their career as a blacksmith, and no one dares to neglect it at all.

They may only be able to hold the forging hammer left by their god Lord Kazgoros and bang it for a few seconds or more, but no one expressed dissatisfaction with this.

Nearly a hundred people were hammering and forging non-stop, just like one person forging a weapon. The rhythmic hammering sound never stopped from beginning to end. With hammer after hammer, the divine power that shapes the world is transmitted through the holy object to the place that can already be seen. To the outline of the artifact warhammer, it becomes more and more closely connected with the dwarf race.

It's just a weapon.

But it's not just a warhammer used to crack people's heads.

"It's almost done!"

The person in charge of the furnace has been watching this process, and at a certain moment, it reminded in a deep voice:

"Prepare the Eye of Savras and use the most ancient and original fire to complete the final heating and quenching of it!"

"I come!"

Muradin, who had been unconscious due to being burned by the fire of creation, stood up unsteadily. He stared at the war hammer on the forge, and he seemed to hear the thing examining it and summoning it in a trance.

The seriously injured dwarf god-chosen took the scorching Eye of Savras from his tired brother. He approached the black anvil against the rolling heat. He took a deep breath and activated the form of the King of the Hill again. , holding the hot gem in the hand of the stone statue, and placed it into the groove reserved on the weapon's handle.

"boom"

Bright flames erupted at this moment, enveloping the approaching Muradin like lava.

The ground was shaking and the wind was howling. Blake stretched out his hand and saw drops of rain falling on his gauntlets.

This was not controlled by him, this was a collective explosion of the power of the four elements.

"It's done."

The pirate whispered something, and the black horn next to him looked towards the anvil, where Muradin, wrapped in flames and protected by the earth, was holding the Burning Hammer in both hands, as if announcing to the world.

The artifact of the dwarves was born, and the unity of the dwarves came.