Shadow Trails in Azeroth

Black, the bad guy, obviously exaggerated the horror of the Holy Hammer Alliance. This was intentional. He wanted to see if the three hammers could truly unify under the weight of this artifact.

To be honest, Muradin was already prepared to lose his will like Lothar when he formed the Alliance of the Holy Hammer. After all, according to Black, the "prophet", this was a great and glorious sacrifice.

And as we all know, if you want to do great things, you must pay a heavy price.

But after Muradin actually completed the Holy Hammer Alliance, the dwarf prince closed his eyes tightly and waited for more than ten seconds, but he could still feel that various thoughts of his own were constantly popping up in his mind.

So he opened his eyes in confusion and saw Blake with a playful smile bending down and staring at him.

"Haha, have you been fooled by me?"

The stinky pirate laughed and said to Muradin:

"Look at this silly dog. Do you really think that the artifacts forged by Titans are evil ways that require soul sacrifice? Oh, you short guys have really bad brains. You can be deceived by such clumsy lies.

It’s so unfulfilling. "

"You bastard!"

Knowing that he had been deceived, Muradin angrily waved the Earth Opponent in his hand and smashed it at Black, but as soon as he raised his hand, he felt the Holy Hammer warning him.

Stern warning!

Injuring the person in front of you will have a terrible impact on the dwarf's future. No hitting!

"Dry!"

Muradin put down the warhammer angrily.

He looked at the proud Black, and he knew that this guy must be very aware of the shortcomings of the Alliance of the Holy Hammer, and he had already begun to take advantage of these shortcomings.

The binding force of the Hammer Alliance is real.

Although not as scary as the pirates exaggerated, Muradin discovered pessimistically that he really couldn't be free to be himself. From now on, who can and cannot fight will be decided by the Holy Hammer.

Phew, this is really too bad.

However, except for Muradin who was unhappy, the other dwarf leaders were still in a happy mood, especially Magni. After seeing that his brother did not take away the soul with the Holy Hammer, he happily stepped forward and hugged him.

Saying some old-fashioned words about brotherly love.

When Emperor Thaurissan next to him saw this scene, he beat his chest with regret. If he had known that Black was lying, he should have taken the risk just now.

If the Holy Hammer can stay in the Dark Iron Clan,

Why worry about not getting the throne of the King of the Mountains!

"Alright, the weapons are finished. Let's go find an unlucky guy and try the sword."

Blake urged as if chasing away a naughty child:

"Go to the Broken Cage quickly. There are a lot of void monsters there to beat you, especially you, Muradin. The ruler's powerful power means that you have to spend more time learning the skills to manipulate it.

Uncontrolled power is a disaster for anyone, and I think no one knows this better than you.

Get out of here.

I want to stay here and do something of my own, and don’t waste my precious time any more. Also, Falstad, where are you going with the Hammer of Khaz’goroth?

That's my friend's treasure. I think you are really impatient. "

Under the scolding of the pirates, the Lord of the Wildhammer, who planned to take the opportunity to take away the holy relic of Kazgoros, curled his lips, but still returned the holy hammer to the mysterious Antler with a gesture of regret.

Dwarves are like that.

They are noisy, enthusiastic, loyal to their friends and merciless to their enemies, but they also have bad habits of drunkenness, violence, and the habit of taking advantage and petty theft.

It’s not without reason that many people in this world like or hate dwarves.

At Black's urging, a group of dwarves reluctantly left here. They had planned to stay here to learn a few skills from Titan Guardian blacksmiths like Ignis, or to go to the giant's forge to admire the specialized craftsmen. What about the molds used to make weapons for the Guardian Warriors.

But the dwarf leaders are very clear-minded.

Black has already said that he wants to do some private things here. Considering this stinky pirate's increasingly domineering attitude and power, it's better not to mess with him unless necessary.

Just look at the way he rode the storm and fell from the sky before, it was no different from the gods in mortal stories.

"Do I need to leave too?"

Black Horn took out a Minotaur-style pipe and asked melancholy. This frustrated guy was like a young man in love. He would always inadvertently see something inexplicable and think of his lost love.

But it's not his fault.

Who told him that the first relationship in his long dragon life was with a dragon mother of Sinestra's level? This is simply asking a young brother with no experience to deal with the ultimate female Aquaman.

Isn't it normal to be killed in reverse?

"I suggest you go have a drink or something."

Seeing how hopeless his allies were, Blake could only sigh and said:

"The situation with Ulduar is basically no big deal anymore. Just go and do whatever you want. I will contact you when something happens. Also, are you sure you don't want to go to Argus?"

"The Hammer of Khaz'goroth can only be most effective in Azeroth."

Heijiao blew out a smoke ring and said in a dull tone:

"Wherever I go, I will be targeted by demons. This is causing trouble for you. Moreover, I am going to a world without her. Even the wind there is unfamiliar."

After saying that, the guy held the handle of the Holy Hammer and disappeared on the platform of the Creation Furnace with a whoosh. As a result, the only two people in charge of the furnace, Ignis and Blake, were left in the place that had been very lively before.

"So, mortal in charge of the Tidestone, what kind of answer are you looking for from me?"

Ignis sat beside his beloved furnace with a tired posture. He looked at Blake. The stinky pirate was not polite. He drew his weapon with a clatter and strode towards the flame giant.

This gesture is very much like a fierce killing of the donkey.

But this is not the case.

"Look at this sword for me."

When he reached the feet of Ignis, the pirate held up the buzzing Salamani in his hands and said to the man in charge of the furnace:

"After watching the dwarves forge their own artifacts, I realized that it was possible that my beloved weapon could be fully forged by you.

Although it is very powerful, I know that it is only a half-finished product. "

"Well, I do feel the aura of the highest realm that a weapon can achieve from your sword, but as you said, it's not complete yet."

The master of the furnace took the Salamani sword with his huge fingers. The sword that the pirate needed to hold with both hands felt like toothpicks on the giant's fingers.

But for a forging master like Ignis, just contact and perception can enable him to complete the initial identification of a weapon.

The flame giant looked at the Elven Sword silently, and the pirate also showed great patience.

Anyway, now he had nothing to do except wait for Xal'atath, who was belatedly arriving.

According to reports from Frostclaw and Bighorn who were wandering around, the battles everywhere were going very smoothly. Freya, the guardian of life, was the first to be awakened by the Virgin of Purity. Hodir was rescued by two people a few minutes ago. The stone descendants teamed up to defeat him, but they were very weak because of the anima being extracted and were sent to the "Battlefield Rescue Center of the Virgin Mary" by the heroic spirits.

The only troublesome part is the spark of wisdom.

The two stupid beasts couldn't tell what the "battle situation" was like over there, because they couldn't understand the "master fight" between King Mechagon and Mimiron.

This is normal.

They are just two smart beasts, and it is too difficult for them to understand calculus.

However, from the reports of Frostclaw and Bighorn, Black could know that what was going on over the Spark of Wisdom was a "war of wisdom" or a "war of knowledge."

As an engineering idiot, he should not join in the fun, lest he be pushed to the ground and rubbed by the obviously crazy Mimiron with his super intelligence. The pirate was not in the mood to seek abuse on his own.

This has happened to the genuine Titan Guardians, and most of the other high-level guardians wandering around in Ulduar must have been captured and sent to the Virgin Mary as "patients".

In other words, the war in Ulduar has come to an end after almost a few hours of fierce fighting.

At least the surface war has come to an end.

The next step is to deal with the trouble of the Broken Cage, where Yogg-Saron and the void army summoned by it should be fighting to the death with the Legion of Heroes.

It stands to reason that Black should run to join in the fun or help, but the pirate does not plan to appear now. Counting Hodir and the Creation Forge, he has already helped the Legion of Heroes twice.

This is two "free" "helps"!

Whether it's "free" or "help", these are words that Blake doesn't like very much.

After several minutes of observation, Ignis, the master of the furnace, lowered the Elven Divine Sword Salamani on his fingertips and returned it to Blake. Amidst the buzzing of the black and white swordswoman, the flame giant used a He whispered in a regretful tone:

"It is indeed unfinished. I saw some clues in its forging method. Its makers hoped that it could bring peace in that turbulent era, so they forged this 'Blade of Death' with courage and glory.

Well, please forgive me for using this word to describe your sword.

But this sword can indeed bring terrible death to the enemy. This is the meaning given to the weapon on a symbolic level, just like the brand of the ruler and the King of the Mountain that was just forged, and what the warhammer represents. It's 'unity' and 'pledge'.

Your sword also has its own power.

But what makes me feel regretful is that you can’t find a way to complete it in the material world, because this world cannot bear such a heavy death.”

"No no no!"

Blake stroked his sword, shook his head and corrected:

"I think the symbolism given to my sword is more of 'control'. You have seen Frostmourne. Well, you have been trapped here for so long, you must have never seen the death demon sword.

I feel that the knowledge of forging that magic sword can be used to complete my Salamani, and they will be given new names at that time.

For example, ‘King’s Sorrow’ or ‘Pirate’s Sorrow’ or something like that. "

"We don't like that name!"

Eremene, the black sword girl in the second grade, shouted in Blake’s spirit:

“What is ‘Pirates’ Sorrow’? It’s too bad. It lowers our standards. Besides, what do pirates have to be sad about?

My sister and I see how happy you are living lifelessly every day.

You might as well call those two annoying weak knives that harass us all day long 'Pirate's Joy' or 'Thief's Joy' or something. "

"This time I agree with my sister."

The always steady White Sword Sword Lady Sharathol also spoke:

"But I think we can accept the first name the master said. Doesn't the so-called 'Salamaini' mean 'Glory of the Elf Queen' in the secret language created by the ancient elven sages.

It is not unacceptable to change the name to "King's Sorrow". This name is cold and dark. I think it is very suitable for my sister and I's new form in the future.

But Master, as we have said before, we are patient enough to wait for the day when we are completed.

You don't have to be so anxious.

The skills that forged us are very different from the Titan-forging skills that this giant mastered. It may be powerful, but it cannot help us become more deadly or graceful. "

"I'm just trying my luck."

Black smiled and patted the black and white swords floating beside him. He raised his head and said to the King of Fire Giants who looked at him and his two sword girls curiously:

"It's a pity that you can't help. Take a short rest and then start your forging. The Battle of Argus is only a few days away, and your next work will be very heavy."

"Wait a minute, the master of the magical Tide Stone, I have a merciless request."

The King of Fire Giants looked at Black who was leaving. He made his request, but as soon as the pirate heard that he wanted to help, he immediately quickened his pace. He didn't want to help anyone now.

"I can pay you!"

Ignis became anxious and shouted something to try to persuade him to stay.

As a result, the next moment, the pirate reappeared next to the King of Fire Giants with a whoosh. He coughed and adjusted his armor in a gentlemanly manner.

explain:

"Oh, you told me earlier that you needed help. If you had told me, I would have known that you needed help. How would I have known if you hadn't told me? As for remuneration, everyone is serving the cause of the Pantheon. Yes, I will just charge you 200%.

Don't worry, don't be formal, this is what I should do.

Speak, generous giant, what service do you desire humble Black Shaw to perform for you? "

The pirate licked his lips and said:

"Do you want me to help you kill all the Frost Giants who have been your enemies for generations? No problem! This job is very simple and easy. I will definitely help."

"No, no, no, don't say such terrible things, Tidestone Controller."

The furnace master shook his head. He sat in front of his big furnace and said in a tired tone:

"I want to forge weapons for the Legion of Heroes and the warriors who are about to embark on the Fel Heart to save the gods. I also need to forge a weapon that fits my hand, but now Ulduar is busy, and all the materials I have stored are exhausted. Used by the hateful Old Gods to create the evil saronite throughout Northrend to spread its taint.

I'm in desperate need of some high-end stuff to complete my project.

I feel the elemental aura from the Throat of the Abyss and Deep Rock Continent from your body. The Tide Hunter and Stone Mother are your allies. There is no doubt about it, which means that the Fire Demon King is your enemy.

I don't know when you are going to attack it, but when you are ready to go to war, please inform me, and I will take my assistants with you to the rich fire realm to collect enough materials.

The ores and various essences of the elemental realm can forge armor and demon-breaking blades for warriors that can withstand evil energy.

I know this is too much to ask, and asking a mortal to fight against the Elemental Lord is equivalent to risking death, but I think that with the Tidestone in hand, you should have a good chance of winning. "

"Ah this."

The pirate's eyes widened as he looked at the good cannon fodder that came to him. He originally thought about how he could fool a few Titan Guardians into attacking the elemental plane with him.

I didn't expect this to be delivered directly to my door.

The "generousness" of the furnace owner made the stinky pirate a little embarrassed. He coughed twice, pretended to frown in embarrassment and said:

"You're right. It would be difficult for me to bring people there by myself, plus you guys are not good at fighting. But since they are all serving the cause of the Pantheon, I can't let you down.

Let's do this, you give me double the reward.

What I mean is, if you exchange all my rewards for armor and weapons that can resist evil energy, I will find a way to take you there.

I'll let you know when the time comes, but don't think it's too expensive.

It is difficult to enter the elemental realm, let alone bringing you with me."

"No, no, no, I can understand the difficulty of this job."

The man in charge laughed and said:

"I think the price is very reasonable. Master of the magical Tidestone, you have shown the beautiful qualities of fearlessness and bravery. You must be a miracle created by the Pantheon in this world.

Hohoho, the noble Titans are really lucky to have your help. "