Shadow Trails in Azeroth

Chapter 197 16. You use the scissors and I will use them

Kanrisade was hiding in the darkness of the cellar. He curled up and suppressed his breathing. Perhaps he was in anticipation of the danger coming. He could feel that the surroundings had become quieter.

The cellar door overhead was being pushed open, making a creaking sound, as well as the sound of steel boots colliding with the ground.

Footsteps descended the spiral staircase of the cellar.

Very messy.

There must be a lot of people coming.

"They are the immortal black knights. Before they became the black knights, they were a group of bold businessmen who made fake cultural relics and sold them to the nobles to make profits. They were very bad and unscrupulous guys.

Many people in the Kingdom of Stormwind were deceived by them.

Well, it's probably from Gilneas.

People there are generally very courageous and adventurous, and like to play with powers that they don't understand at all. "

Black didn't care about the number or strength of the visitors. He was still in the mood to educate his little pirates about the origins of this group of black knights.

He was carrying the newly acquired battle scythe Ursalus on his back, and it seemed that he had no intention of using this powerful weapon against the enemy, and he had no intention of hiding himself as an assassin.

Just standing at the entrance of the cellar carelessly.

He lowered his head and stretched out his hand to fiddle with the worn-out, very primitive scroll in his hand. The central axis made of bones had already shown signs of damage and weathering, and the scroll itself with written text was also in tatters.

At first glance, it looks like a very ancient item.

This thing is a mysterious item that Black obtained from the cunning Ancestral Turtle when he left Zandalari Island. For this, he paid for the Tide Spell that accompanied him through his weak days.

The Ancestral Turtle Totaka said that he got this thing from the Blood Troll. He didn't know what it was used for, but he just knew that it should be related to a certain ancient Loa who had passed away.

It is naturally very strange that even the living and long-lived ancestor turtle does not know the use of it.

Fortunately, even though Blake didn't know the origin of this thing, he knew how to use it.

In a very boring version of the game, doing this Hand of Fate mission all day long was a rare moment of relaxation for Blake during that time.

This thing is really powerful when used to torture vegetables.

"You mean fake cultural relics? Wait, I have an impression."

Hearing Blake's description, Kanrisade, who was hiding in the darkness, immediately looked up and said:

“I remember when I was six years old, my grandfather was still there. One day, His Excellency the Duke of Beauval came to visit, and my grandfather showed him his proud collection.

As a result, Mr. Bolvar pointed out that at least five things in his treasure room were fake.

That day he was furious, scolding the bandits all the time, and even posted a notice wanting them. What is the name of the leader? Valentine? "

"Eredin. The name of the bold leader of the counterfeit merchants is Eredin. He is quite a legendary guy."

Blake turned back and corrected the little pirate's statement. He said:

"They just deceived the ignorant nobles, but in the end, they deceived Medivh out of greed.

Originally, if he met Medivh under normal circumstances, he would probably treat this matter as a joke.

But these bastards are legendary. When they went to deceive Medivh, they were lucky enough to pick the moment when the fallen titan Sargeras dominated Medivh.

Perhaps they should feel honored that as mortal liars, they have the honor to meet the most powerful god under the stars.

Tsk tsk.

I feel a little jealous that fate favors them so much. "

"and after?"

Kanrisad listened to the heavy footsteps getting closer and closer, and he asked:

"Are those liars excommunicated by the gods and turned into black knights?"

"Of course it's not that simple. Anything related to Sargeras will not be that simple."

Blake shrugged, picked up the scroll in his hand, pointed it at the empty cellar in front of him, and said:

"Sargeras is not angry that they are a group of bad guys. In the eyes of the Fallen Titan, it doesn't matter whether the good or the bad are good. They will be destroyed by him sooner or later anyway.

He was angry that these businessmen actually tried to deceive Him with false treasures, which made the god feel a kind of blasphemy and irony against His supreme wisdom.

So He sent a terrible curse.

Since these bastards are chasing wealth, let them be with their treasures forever, but they won't be able to truly possess them until the end of the world.

He gave the thieves the ability to hunt for treasures, allowing them to pursue all kinds of delicacies day after day, and use all means to collect those treasures and pile them in the cellar to pay for the sins they committed against the gods.

This process cannot be interrupted.

Whether it's death or something else.

Nothing can stop this group of black knights from getting the treasure they recognize.

But Medivh's sudden death seems to have given them some breathing room. These guys have not been seen for several years, and they don't know where they are.

How can such a lazy work attitude work?

Therefore, I want to 'remind' them that the work assigned to them by Sargeras has not yet been completed, and the Black Knights still need to work overtime. "

As soon as Blake finished speaking, a tall figure appeared at the entrance of the cellar.

It was wearing all-black heavy magic steel armor and a full-coverage black knight's helmet, with only a dark smoke echoing on its cheeks.

You can't see the facial features clearly at all, you can only see a pair of cold eyes.

In his hand was a heavy skeleton epee that exuded a hint of chill. The heavy weapon that might require two adults to lift was easily held by the black knight in one hand.

Behind its cursed immortal body, a black cloak danced, its edges blending into the surrounding darkness and becoming indistinguishable from each other.

It doesn't come alone.

Behind it were eight similarly dressed black knights, with exactly the same attire, the same indifference, and the same ominousness. The only thing that distinguished them was their different heights.

And the weapons each holds.

Nine knights and nine weapons make up the countless secrets of Karazhan, the most chilling one is the rumor about the undead black knight.

"Thief!"

Eredin, the leader of the Black Knights, spoke from under his armor a sinister tone that was not like a living person. It seemed to be in tune with some kind of cursed power, with a hint of strange sound in the turbidity.

It scolded:

"Put down what doesn't belong to you! Commit yourself here and dedicate your humble soul to the dark gods in order to receive merciful forgiveness!"

"What does Sargeras want with my soul?

Although the fallen Titan swore to destroy the stars in this era, he was not a murderous evil god. To him, every killing was a necessary evil. "

Blake held the scroll of the Hand of Destiny in his hand and asked in a gentle tone:

“He treats every life under these stars equally.

No matter good or evil, noble or humble.

Do not rejoice in destruction, do not take pride in slaughter.

Everything he did was for a noble but foolish goal, but his personal morality was almost impeccable. In fact, Lord Sargeras is an idol that I admire from the bottom of my heart.

Just a few of you bugs, how dare you pretend to be my idol? To ruin His old man’s reputation?

Looks like I need to teach you a lesson! "

As he spoke, Blake tore open the worn scroll in his hand. This thing was so worn that it turned into decaying smoke and dust the moment it was pulled away.

The choking pirate coughed several times.

But then something strange happened.

Groups of faint blue light lingered and shone in front of Blake. They were trying their best to form some kind of realistic form in the material world, but they were probably forgotten for too long.

This power has become extremely weak, and they can only flash in front of the pirates in the form of light spots.

Blake stretched out his hand and clasped the light spot in front of him, and immediately felt a sense of discomfort rising from his left hand.

Amidst the exclamations of the little pirate Kanrisade, the pirate captain's left hand quickly weathered into a forest-white skeleton, and then transformed into a weird shape in the shining light.

Like a mummy's hand wrapped in decaying shabby cloth.

The skin became shriveled and rough, as if it had been placed thousands of years in time. There were strange black nails and strips of cloth wrapped around every part of the palm.

It is worth noting that the middle finger of this mutated hand is decorated with blue light shining like jewelry.

On the character card in front of Blake, as the hand of fate descended, a short paragraph of text quickly appeared:

The forgotten Loa has long since disappeared in time, with only the last remaining body and divine power remaining. It calls itself the Hand of Destiny to declare its power to adapt to or change destiny.

Please please it carefully.

"I declare!"

Blake raised this strange hand high, and when the black knight came waving his weapon and slashing in front of him, he shouted loudly in a joyful tone:

"The guessing game of fate begins!"

"Shua"

The pirate's left hand waved down.

Under his control, the rotten palm assumed a scissors posture.

According to common sense, the black knight in front of him should throw out a fist to represent "stone" to win this silly game that even children would play.

But the problem is.

Now the two sides are fighting to the death.

Who the hell has time to play this childish game of "rock, paper, scissors" with you?

Not to mention that these black knights have been tortured by the curse and have suffered from symptoms of unconsciousness for many years. Their reactions are messy. It is even more difficult to make effective judgments when facing this gesture from Black.

After one second, the game is over.

The other party abstains.

Blake.Win!

"boom"

Terrifying power surged out from Black's scissor hand.

Between the lightning and thunder and the shaking of the ground, the power representing the weird divinity turned into a pair of gray-purple scissors, whistling and wrapping up all the black knights in front of him.

Then, as the pirate's fingers closed together with a smile on his face,

"Kacha"

The scissors of fate closed silently.

The pirate was considerate and simulated the sound of scissors closing with his mouth.

The nine tall and powerful cursed black knights, who appeared as villains, were cut into pieces with almost no resistance under this cut.

As the body collapsed silently, only nine heads were left rolling in a ball.

"Destiny is happy!"

The strange voice of Huang Zhongda Lu seemed to applaud Blake's clean victory this time. He won the game and pleased the hand of fate.

Then the strange palm covering his left hand dissipated like quicksand.

In the shining blue light, it turned into the rotten and worn scroll again, and was caught in Blake's hand, and he tossed it up and down in his hand.

"Hey, you uneducated guys, when I invite you to play games, you should play honestly."

Black bent down, lifted the head of Eredin, the leader of the black knights, and placed it in front of his eyes.

He said:

“But this time I just want to say ‘hello’ to the nine of you.

Because of your unpositive work attitude, I took these treasures away.

I know that the curse of Sargeras is writhing in your souls, and your inability to offer enough treasure will cause you to suffer terrible pain.

I also know that you will come after me at all costs to get these treasures back. No one can stop you from completing this curse, and I am happy to see this.

This is where the feud between you and me begins.

I will be waiting for you in that sea of ​​plunder!

That sea is too quiet. What's the point of always letting the Kul Tirans dominate?

Come on, treat it as a battlefield of pursuit and escape, treat my head as the trophy you most desire, and make that blue ocean more lively.

The carnival era of pirates is about to come, and the throne of the King of the Sea is about to change hands."

Black threw Eredin's head on the ground, raised his left foot, struck it like a war hammer, and trampled the head of the Black Knight, which was shattered by the scissors of fate, into flying shadows.

He stared at the broken helmet at his feet and said coldly:

"This robbery is my invitation to you. Immortal Nine Knights, you cannot refuse!"