Shadow Trails in Azeroth

Aggramar doesn't care about these so-called eternal truths. He only cares about what Black promised. He came to the world of death to catch the initiator of all conspiracies.

The separation of the Pantheon and Sargeras and the hatred of the final destruction were enough to make Aggramar desperate, and Black's arrival strengthened the Avenger's determination.

He is willing to sacrifice everything for this purpose, let alone cooperate with the evil Eternal One.

After Blake persuaded Aggramar to join this small group with a few words, Zoval's attitude towards the evil god obviously improved a lot.

All rooms in Torghast Tower of Sinful Souls are open to the Evil God, and the fresh anima extracted from the suffering souls is also open to Black's choice.

If the evil god is interested, he can even enter those various torture halls and obtain the anima himself.

But it's a pity that the pirates hate the "tower climbing" method.

He didn't want to experience Kai Wushuang's battle at all. He just walked around the bone temple where the Yuansworn stored top-level anima, took a few fairly good anima balls as toys, and left here.

He still has business to do.

"boom"

A closed hall located high in the Tower of Sinful Souls that ordinary people could not find was violently opened by the power of the evil god. Black, with the chain of dominance wrapped around his wrist, stepped into it with an indifferent expression.

He threw out a ball of truth thoughts that blocked all the prying senses around him, so that Zoval could no longer see him.

What existed in front of him was an embarrassed giant kneeling on the hall platform with his arms and neck pulled by three chains of control.

This guy was wearing tattered clothes. It could only be seen that the clothes must have been gorgeous in the past, but now he looked like an old man picking up garbage, covered with torture scars and dirt.

And he wears a huge spiritual steel skull mask on his head.

Not only was it used to hide his identity, it was also a torture instrument used to completely hide his true mask. Only two groups of green soul fire could be seen from the shackled visor.

Next to this embarrassed and strange giant was a pile of tools used for forging, and several unfinished rune swords were thrown there. Black was not a professional blacksmith, but he had a good relationship with Muradin and knew some forging skills.

It can be seen from the forging skills of those rune swords that this locked guy is definitely a super powerful forger.

That's right.

it's him!

Blake's eyes flashed fiercely, and he strode forward and mercilessly waved the chain of control in his hand, lashing it like a whip. The short chain flew in the pirate's hands and extended, making a snap sound to avoid hitting the giant's scar. The tired waist made the latter, who was locked in a painful posture and fell asleep, struggle and scream in pain.

"Are you awake?"

The evil god cursed angrily:

"I'm here to trouble you, damn Talisman Engraver, look what you've done to my sword!"

He pulled out the shaking Salameni Blade of Sorrow from the changing robes and let her float beside him. Sharatol and Eremeni continued to say some flattering words that made the pirates tremble. , while praising the power of the pirates, he vowed to kill all the women around the pirates.

It was as if they had turned into two terrifying sickly sword girls.

This incomplete divine sword was indeed repaired, but while its power was greatly increased, it also showed characteristics that gave Black a great headache.

"I remember this sword."

The Talisman Engraver, who was awakened by the pirates' chains, lowered his head. The chains behind his head clicked, and a low, old, hollow voice came from under the torture device's helmet.

He stared at the Blade of Sorrow suspended in front of Blake and said:

"It was I who reshaped her, it was I who made up for her flaws, and it was I who carved the runes of control for her. Look, what a beautiful and deadly weapon.

I thought this sword was prepared by Zoval for himself, but I didn't expect it to be a gift. "

As he spoke, the talisman's restrained head moved and looked at Blake. The green soul fire was beating, showing his curiosity about Blake.

He said to Blake, who was holding the chain of dominance and looking murderous:

"You must be an extremely important person to make Zoval so interested in you. He even allowed you to come to see me. Ah, the distant time, you are the first person I have seen since I was imprisoned here. stranger.

etc!

The aura on your body, you are not the dead, nor are you a creature from the shadow world, you come from the material world?

How peculiar. "

"Don't worry about who I am."

Blake put his hands on his hips and said to the talisman:

"Do you remember who you are?"

"Me? I'm not... Wait, who am I? My mind is a little messed up, some memories have been extracted, ah, damn! Zoval took away my most important memories, leaving only my forging knowledge. Serve Him.”

The tone of the talisman carver became a little more intense, and the chains binding his wrists creaked as he struggled.

He roared:

"He asked me to forge a rune sword and a helmet for Him. He put fragments of his will into it. He said that he would send the weapon into the material world.

Oh my God!

What have I done?

The power of death should be restrained in this country, and the six forces should abide by the rules and not interfere with each other, my God! Above is the Firstborn One, and I have become His accomplice. "

"That sword is called Frostmourne, and that sword is called the Helm of Dominance. I have seen them and even touched them."

Blake took his pipe in his mouth and looked at the mad roaring look of the talisman carver in front of him. A deep light flashed in his narrowed eyes.

He said:

"If you don't consider their usefulness, just from a practical point of view, you are undoubtedly the best forging master I have ever seen. I am confused, why can you forge weapons like Frostmourne and Apocalypse? Modifying this sword for me will make her so crazy. That's enough!

Although I like the charming and lovely sword girl, I can't stand the two yandere coveting the lives of my wife and lover all the time.

you!

Please change them back!

Bring back my lovely and obedient sword girl! "

"Change? No, I can't change it, stranger."

As soon as he talked about his professional field, the crazy talisman carver immediately became energetic.

He used the three chains of control that bound his body to change into a cross-sitting posture on the ground, and said eloquently to Blake:

"This weapon of yours is quite strange, an outsider. The forging skills it represents amaze me. It is a soul weapon with a very high degree of completion. It should have been nurtured over a long period of time and countless battles. her will.

But you used the Venthyr's knowledge to give this sword a soul in advance.

The skill of the soul blade comes from the inheritance of the Shadow Realm. I vaguely remember that it was the spiritualization skill that I first pioneered, but that skill is not used on this kind of weapon.

Its material is so excellent and its potential is so amazing that the soul and will you gave her grows too fast. "

The talisman carver shook his head, and amidst the clang of chains, he explained to the frowning Black like a chatty old man:

"You made the same mistake as Denathrius. The Emperor's soul blade Lemonia is a fragment of will separated from the Emperor's own mind. There is nothing wrong with the process itself.

But every high-level sword fighter in Maldraxxus knows that they must carefully guide their soul weapons to match the direction they want. However, you two laymen are too allowed to let their swords grow independently and do not guide them in the right direction. Well, in your words, grow towards the correct sword girl character.

The emperor's sword girl turned into a bloodthirsty madman, and your sword girl became a jealous and yandere who longed to monopolize her master.

It's like raising a child with strangers.

If you don't teach your children well when they are young, they will grow crooked. Your request now is that you want me to kill your children and re-raise an obedient sword girl for you.

Listen to what you have to say for yourself, it's so cruel!

I can't and don't want to do it. "

"Uh-huh-huh."

After the talisman carver finished speaking, the two drama sword girls flew around Blake and made weird crying sounds, accusing Blake of not loving them anymore.

"The master must have other weapons outside, so he wants to abandon and kill us."

"I just said that it was a stupid choice for us to leave the master! We are going to lose him. Huh, don't let me find those little bitch weapons that seduced the master. I will chop them into pieces!"

The two sword girls were crying and making a fuss, which annoyed Black.

He rubbed his forehead, looked at the person who carved the talisman, and said:

"Okay, okay, if this is my fault. I really shouldn't dote on them too much, but what should I do now? I can't keep an eye on them all the time, right?

Their destructive power is too strong now, and they have learned all kinds of terrible dark wisdom from me. My wife and lover will be harmed by them if they are not careful. "

"Well that's definitely a problem."

The person who carved the talisman thought for a while and said:

"Perhaps we can add a small restriction to your Sorrow Blade so that they are not allowed to harm the beings you favor. This is easy. You only need to add an additional repressive inscription on the sword."

"Whoosh"

With a wave of the pirate's finger, Sharathol turned into a stream of blue light and flew out, accurately hitting the chain on the left hand of the rune carver. The sparks flew and easily shattered the shackles. The rune carver was caught off guard with a bang. He fell to the ground.

"Then let's get started."

Blake combined the two swords into one, placed them on the forging platform in front of the talisman carver, and said:

"Get this done quickly. I don't want to hug my wife and see her killed in my arms by a jealous sword. This damn thing is too bad."

"Master, you don't love us anymore, wuwuwu."

"Shut up! If you continue to argue, I will leave you to Old Gani."

The pirate scolded and asked the free-spirited sword girls to quiet down. The Blade of Sorrow was placed on the forging platform, and the restraining inscription was placed on it amidst the strange laughter of the talisman carver.

The amnesiac talisman engraver continued to talk like a damn old man:

"Well, sweet love, this thing is a real luxury in the Shadow Realm. You are such a lucky bastard. Visitor from outside the territory, come, tell me about your world.

Just think of it as satisfying the sad desire of an old man who has been imprisoned for too long and has some dementia. "

"Just pretend, you still have amnesia. Is the brain of the majestic Eternal so bad?"

Blake curled his lips and complained:

“The plot is too vulgar.

Tell me honestly, was it you who secretly planned and incited the rebellion of Zoval and Denathrius? Another just-right amnesia plot to extricate myself from it.

In this way, no matter who loses or wins, you will be invincible.

Tsk tsk, you are indeed a master of war who is good at fighting all things in the world. He is also a good player in conspiracy. The four eternal beings in the entire Shadow Realm are all played by you and applauded. "

"Who knows what you're talking about?"

The person who carved the talisman said with a confused look:

"Soldier leader? Who is that? This name looks so familiar."

The pirate glanced at the dark green eyes shining under the mask of the talisman carver, and he said softly:

"You know I am a void god, right? Do you know what a void bastard like me is best at? Do you know what I came to the Shadow Realm to do?

I have collected two of the five major marks. My wives are looking for the marks of the war master in Kesia. I will go to the remaining two with my own hands.

The passage to the Holy Sepulcher of the Firstborn is about to be opened, and it will be opened by me myself.

I won’t hide it from you either.

I am planning something terrible and terrible that will turn the entire Shadow Realm upside down. If you care about your realm, now is your last chance to stop me.

All you need to do is pick up this sword and give me a heartbeat, and the Shadow Realm will avoid disaster. "

"Why would I do this? Stranger."

The person who carved the talisman still said in a confused tone:

"Why are you talking to yourself all the time? You're such a weird guy. Are you a lunatic? Besides, if the world is in such a mess, there must be something wrong with the fundamentals of its operation.

Why should I risk my own demise trying to correct an already flawed system?

Tinkering and stuff is so annoying, it's like forging weapons. "

This chatty old giant said in a lonely tone while inscribing runes on the Blade of Sorrow:

"If there is a problem with the original embryo of a weapon, the best solution is to melt it and forge it again. A true forging master will not bother trying to repair a third-rate weapon that has the wrong origin.

A messy post-war wasteland is the most suitable place to build new rules from scratch. Of course, the premise is that the poison of error must be completely eradicated from this area.

Well, what does all this have to do with me, an old man with amnesia?

Perhaps it was really a conspirator who guided the once fair-minded Zoval to accidentally see the flaws in the world. Perhaps there was indeed an old silver coin who noticed Denathrius's dark ambition and took advantage of it.

But maybe His purpose in doing all this was not to dominate the realm of death, but just to correct a mistake that existed from the source era?

Stranger, do not imagine that everyone is as evil as you.

Just like intrigue can also be used to do good things. "

"Papa pa pa"

Blake sat cross-legged in front of the forging table, clapped his hands, and a few seconds later said to the embarrassed talisman carver:

"No secret words are spoken! I have placed my men in Maldraxxus, and I want him to be the second commander of the army! As for the old man who has been missing for a long time, who cares where he goes!

Since you have fallen into hell, wouldn't it be better to just build yourself a nest in hell?

Anyway, Zoval said that the cursed land of the Maw has always been longing for its own master. "

The rune engraver stopped for a moment. The amnesiac old guy glanced at Blake and said:

"What a huge appetite!"

At this moment, a cold and strange aura hit Lord Evil God's mind, making him seem to have seen countless wars in countless worlds, mountains of corpses and seas of blood, and the roaring postures of the victors looking up to the sky.

"He's still watching."

The pirate pointed to the sky and said casually:

"Since you've lost your memory, how about you act more professional?"

"Oh, of course, what you said makes sense."

The person who carved the talisman nodded in agreement and returned to his senile look.

A few seconds later, the binding inscription of the Blade of Sorrow was completed. When Blake put away the blade, the embarrassed old man suddenly said:

"Young man, you have to do the whole thing. You seem to be a very powerful guy. Can you help me put an end to this bad old man's plan that is full of loopholes?"

"Hey, the price of hiring me is very high."

The pirate glanced at the talisman and said:

"Can you afford it?"

"Well, although I'm not rich, I still have this skill."

The talisman carver looked at Blake up and down, and finally focused on the chain of dominance on the pirate's wrist. He said:

"You don't have an artifact that matches your godhead yet. Do you need my help?"

"How much?"

Blake asked.

The talisman carver looked into his eyes and said:

"For the sake of the second master of arms, Mr. Grom Hellscream, it's free."