Shadow Trails in Azeroth

"???"

Kanrisade in the cellar and the terrifying consciousness in the scythe are full of question marks at this moment.

The former was confused because Blake's "teaching method" was too exaggerated.

The latter's doubts stemmed from the pirate's scolding just now. This evil consciousness that was integrated with the sickle was confused.

After all, among the countless users before it, no one dared to speak to it like this.

"What? Did I say something wrong?"

Blake waved the sickle in his hand and said:

"Sargeras easily crushed you to death, forged this magic steel blade in Marton's core of destruction, and made your soul into the core of the weapon.

You swore revenge on the fallen Titan, but look what you have done in the past tens of thousands of years. Are you addicted to playing with weak souls, so you forgot your vow of revenge?

Take a look at the users you chose. They are all crooked.

The Satyr I just killed is considered the best among them, but what's the use?

With the full-strength Deadwind Reaper in hand, he can't even defeat a Guardian of Tirisfal!

What is this waste going to do?

She also dares to claim to kill Sargeras, haha, I seriously doubt that the Fallen Titan will laugh out loud when he hears her arrogant declaration.

But that's okay, my dear loser, your shameful failure ends here.

Now, you are mine. "

Blake held the not-too-heavy scythe with one hand and swung it in his hand a few times. The skill brought to him by the weapon master's talent allowed him to quickly master the use of this strange weapon.

"Come on, change your form and show me. I know you can change. You have this ability. I think the form of 'Sinner's Spine' is the most handsome, so change it.

Look, this silly boy next to you is waiting to see.

Don't let him down.

My dear King of Marton, Ursales. "

As the pirate spoke, he tossed the scythe staff up and down in his hand. His arrogant move immediately aroused the anger of the dark consciousness in the scythe.

It mobilized the power of the scythe and turned it into a storm of purple light spots, letting the souls imprisoned by it howl and envelope Black.

It wants to pull this arrogant man's soul out of his body!

The scene was horrifying.

Countless purple light spots were wrapped around the pirate's body. Each light spot represented a miserable soul that was swallowed by the scythe. They let out the most terrifying howls, making the cellar feel windy.

Let Kanrisad cover your ears.

But it's no use!

These wails act directly on the soul level.

"You think you are different from them?"

That hazy and weird consciousness projected its own voice into Blake's mind.

It was like the invasion of some kind of corrupt and dark plague. It created an illusion of world destruction in front of Blake's eyes, and was shaped into a mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood in the spire.

It said in a sinister tone:

"No! What I see in my eyes is just the next fool who is about to fail, and he is arrogantly claiming that he is different. There is no difference between you and them.

Becoming a part of me is your ultimate sad end. "

"Come on."

Faced with this threat, the pirates behaved quite calmly.

The soul fragments wrapped around him cannot harm him at all. Anyone who dares to get close to his body will be captured by Black's natural spirit hunting power.

It will turn into heat and experience, making him stronger.

Ursalus also quickly discovered this problem. It immediately pulled away from its imprisoned soul and shouted in shock:

"You! A born soul eater! What kind of monster are you!"

"I am the monster who can bring you back to Revendreth."

Blake said calmly:

“I know exactly where you Dreadlords come from.

You and I both know that only by presenting you to the Emperor who created you can we possibly free you from the eternal curse imposed by Sargeras.

Sad loser.

You are still provoking the only person in this world who can help you. "

The spirit of the Dreadlord in the scythe staff fell silent.

This weird human being not only accurately stated its true name.

He also revealed the secrets about the world on the other side of the curtain of life and death. What made it even more difficult to judge was that this person pointed out the connection between these fear demons and the other world.

He revealed the true birthplace of the Nathrezim, and the Dreadlord's one and only master.

This made Ursales, a rare and brave Dread Lord who dared to resist the rule of Sargeras, feel a rare feeling of doubt.

"I know you don't believe it, it doesn't matter, just serve me with your heart, loser. I will let you see the hope and relief you desire."

Blake said to the scythe in his hand:

"Don't tell me that your greatest wish is to see the defeat of Sargeras. Don't make me laugh. That future conflicts with your master's plan.

Now, change. "

The pirate made the request again, saying:

"Change into the most suitable fighting form for me. I know you cursed holy objects have this ability. You were made by Sargeras himself."

"I can not do it.

I am too weak. I have not tasted a fresh soul for hundreds of years. The foolish failure of Satyr has destroyed tens of thousands of years of accumulation. "

After more than ten seconds of silence, Usalus said in a hoarse tone that belonged to the Dread Lord:

"You want to use me?

Then you have to satisfy my weakness first.

I smell the power of death in you, give it to me, and I will show you the true power of this cursed object. "

"You have so many demands!"

Blake looked back at the other two-handed epee on the weapons rack, curled his lips and said:

"Perhaps I should choose the Apocalypse next to you. It looks very silent and stable."

"Go and choose."

Ursalus let out a weird long laugh and said:

"When you pick up the Apocalypse, your soul will be eaten by it! It is an evil thing created by our Nasrezim, and its madness is far beyond your imagination."

"Did you make it? Is that the rune sword made by the Eternal Master of Maldraxxus himself?"

Blake laughed and said:

"It and its sister, the magic sword Frostmourne, which has not yet come to Azeroth, are the most proud works of the Master of War in the past ten thousand years.

Only the Lord of War, as the Eternal One, has the ability to infuse such pure evil and such powerful power into the weapon.

You Dreadlords are so shameless! Is there anyone who puts gold on his face like this? "

"You really know a lot."

Ursalus ignored this taunt, its voice gradually faded, and said:

"I have come to trust you, and I will serve you, Derek Proudmoore, but if I don't see what you promised, I will gladly take your soul."

Now, give me that ray of death power. "

"This is the last bit."

Blake flicked his fingers with some distress, and the last touch of Bwonsamdi's magic essence, like a few drops of beating red and blue liquid, was poured onto the scythe in his hand.

The next moment, amid the exclamations of Kanrisade who was watching, the sickle in the pirate's hand quickly began to change shape.

Its sickle blade became thicker and thicker under the blessing of the divine power of death, extending outward into an L-shaped sword like a single-edged battle axe, and the head of the staff became as thick as a square war hammer.

The sides of the scythe are also decorated with troll-style skull decorations, and an armor-piercing cone is formed at the back, which is decorated with an unknown black mane braided like hair.

It has changed from the shape of a staff to a sickle, and has become more and more like a melee weapon. Just from the appearance, it is full of a violent and ferocious deterrent.

At the moment when the appearance change was completed, the equipment column of the character card finally gave the entry for this weapon:

Urthalus Deadwind Reaper

Legendary quality. [Curse holy object. Weak state]

Artifact form. [Hand of Death. Melee]

Extraordinary Shadow Enhancement. Extraordinary Curse Enhancement. Extraordinary Life Drainage. Extraordinary Soul Imprisonment. Extraordinary Cutting. Extraordinary Demon Breaking. Extraordinary Sharpness.

Comes with special effects:

1. Life Seizer: All killed lives will be fed back with blessings. The more lives killed, the more powerful the holder's life form will be.

2. Soul Reaper: The killed souls will be imprisoned and used to restore the power of Ursalus, or be used to temporarily strengthen all shadow spells, greatly increasing the destructive power of spells in a short period of time.

3. Artifact form: Forged by a Titan and equipped with special divine power. The shape can be freely changed according to the user's different power preferences, thereby changing the weapon's power focus.

4. Curse of the gods: The curse originated from the Dark Titan, so that Usalus will never have a real master. If you become weak, you will also become the food of Usalus.

"Well, this is the weapon I should use as a pirate and a warlock!"

This string of entries made Blake very satisfied. He waved the new weapon in his hand that combined the advantages of the three forms of battle axe, war hammer and war sickle, and patted his luggage again.

He said with a regretful tone:

"It's time to say goodbye, Sankesu. I know we had a great time together, but life is like this and you can't keep all the good things in your hands.

But don't expect me to hand you over

Although I only have two hands and haven't learned the warriors' Titan Grip, I already have a great idea. Just wait patiently, we will have another day to fight on the battlefield. "

"How could it deform?"

Next to Blake, the child Kanrisade, who had watched this scene completely, stammered and asked:

"And I just saw you talking to it! Does it have a soul?"

"Of course, it is a living child with many problems."

Black carried the war scythe behind his back, took out an old scroll from the magic bag, held it in his hand, and said to Canrisad:

"Shh, this is a secret. I won't tell too many people about it. I will put it in the most conspicuous place, waiting for idiots who can't control their hands to steal it.

When they come into contact with this evil weapon, they will lose their souls.

Great, right?

I just like these weapons with character. "

"Then, can this sword do the same?"

The next moment, the skinny boy looked sharply at the two-handed sword on the weapon rack behind him, eager to touch it, while Blake watched his movements secretly.

He didn't reach out to stop him.

Just before Kanrisade's fingers were about to touch the magic sword named Apocalypse, he suddenly seemed to think of something and jerked his fingers away and looked at Black again.

He pursed his lips and asked in a low voice:

"The fact that it is placed next to this scythe means it is just as dangerous as this scythe. It will also eat my soul, right?"

"No, Tianqi doesn't like to eat souls."

Blake showed a satisfied smile and used a sinister voice to scare the child and said:

"Apocalypse is a crazy lunatic.

What it likes to do most is to cut your soul apart piece by piece, and then listen to your howl. It won't give you a merciful end until you go completely crazy.

And the power attribute of this sword.

It's a plague.

My little friend, you were just a hair away from turning into a disgusting undead poison and then being hacked to death by my knife.

But it doesn't matter. "

The pirate patted Kanrezad on the shoulder and said:

"It seems that you have learned what I taught you tonight. Very good. You will become a very powerful warlock in the future. Have you seen the treasure in the cellar?

Go pick one out as my reward for being your bait tonight.

I am a very fair person.

If you do something, you will be rewarded. Go ahead and choose. Don't be embarrassed. "

"I don't choose!"

The skinny boy crossed his arms, shook his head and said:

"You must have bad intentions, maybe you want me to be a bait again! Do you think I'm stupid? There must be something wrong with so many good things here without anyone watching them.

Maybe if I get that thing, the lingering guardian will suddenly..."

"Shh!"

Before Kanrisade finished speaking, he saw Blake making a silent gesture. He pointed to the top of his head, winked at the child, and said:

"You really have a crow's mouth. They are coming. Listen, there are heavy hoofbeats approaching."

"Who are they?"

Kanrisade's eyes widened, he hid behind Blake and asked in a low voice.

"They."

The pirate glanced at the old scroll in his hand and said:

"They are a group of immortal stalkers, cursed treasure hunters, and restless black knights. We touched the things here and alarmed them.

They will not stop hunting until they have killed our bodies and shattered our souls.

Don't be afraid.

Little fool, if I dare to come, I'm not afraid of them.

In fact, I'm about to play a fun game with them."

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