Shadow Trails in Azeroth

Chapter 856 186. Break it into pieces! You prodigal son--Additional update for Huo Zhengting’s good brother【1620】

"It turns out that Quel'Delar has a sister sword. Your Excellency, Morning Seeker, is really a thief who keeps secrets. It is estimated that few people in Quel'Thalas know this news."

On the cleared Suramar magic battleship, Fenner read the book in her hand from beginning to end. As if she suddenly realized something, she said to Blake, who was still looking for treasures next to her:

"It's not necessarily whether he knows it or not."

Blake said without raising his head:

"It was ten thousand years ago that Quel'Delar and Quel'Sera were given to the elves by the dragons to fight in the War of the Ancients. Quel'dorei took them away when they had a falling out with Kaldorei seven thousand years ago. Quel'Delar.

I also know that Quel'Delar also ate ashes in the Sun King's court for thousands of years before being accidentally found and activated by Salorian Morningseeker.

The Quel'dorei elf who knew the story of the Sister Swords has long since died of old age. Who can tell him the complete story of this sword? "

"That's true."

Fenner nodded.

She stroked the broken blade in the box with a look of joy on her face. She did not feel sad and despaired because the dragon-forged blade was broken, because the elven tome in her hand recorded how to repair Quel'Sera.

The Sindra elves who were trapped in the city of Ere'Thalas after the Great Sundering were extraordinary. They were probably the only "pure-blooded" highborne elves left in the world of Azeroth.

In the era of the Elf Empire, the status of Sindra elves was far higher than that of ordinary elves.

Their elven clan is composed of a group of well-informed scholars who specialize in finding and interpreting various legendary objects and Titan artifacts for Queen Azshara.

There were many cities with the same responsibilities in the era of the Elf Empire, because Azshara, the Elf ruler of that era, besides having a bad taste in clothes, was also a very curious Elf emperor.

She has royal arcanists under her command who collect all kinds of magical objects from all over the world for her, and have built many secret cities around the world to study the energy and the history behind these objects.

Similar to the Sindra elves in Elrethalas, there is also the city of Shandarla who was trapped in the continent of Northrend in the Catastrophe, but the experience of the Shandarla elves was even worse.

In short, after the War of the Ancients, the dragon-forged blade Quel'Thala fell into the hands of the Syndra elves, and Quel'Delar was held by the Quel'dorei elves, which seems to represent the two elven clans. friendship between.

It was a friendship between two people who also respected magic, but were suppressed by the Kaldorei who also hated magic.

It is said that when Dath'Remar Sunstrider took the Quel'dorei elves into self-exile, he made an appointment with the Sindra elves to run away together, but unfortunately, the Sindra elves finally broke the promise.

No one knows why.

"This book says that in order to reforge the ancient dragon-forged blade, the powerful dragon king's blood must be used as the material, but where can I get the dragon king's blood?"

Fenna smiled and got a headache again, so she looked at her omnipotent "external brain".

Blake didn't have to look up to feel Fenner's plea.

He sighed and said:

"It is said that it requires the blood of the Dragon King, but in fact, the blood of the Dragon King's descendants can also be used. You work hard, and I will make arrangements for you after a while. However, to reshape the broken blade, you must have a skilled blacksmith.

Don't just ask anyone to repair it, it will destroy the sword. "

"good!"

Seeing Blake's help, Fenna jumped up happily, put the broken sword into her bag, and helped Blake search for valuable things.

"Quack"

The little fish man's cry came from behind them, and the pirates immediately turned around, knowing that this was the little fish man's magical treasure-hunting ability working wonders again.

He saw the little fishman behind him poking his head out of a large open box, with a crooked little elf crown and several strings of jewels leaning on his head.

The treasure-hunting fish-man held a golden crystal in his claws and handed it to Blake. The fish-man also had a look of surprise on his face.

Obviously, this is the first time it has seen such a treasure.

Blake reached out and took it, and found that it was not equipment or a magical object, but something similar to a soul stone, which contained a strong and violent soul.

The pirate signaled to the people next to him to get out of the way, and then released the soul in the crystal.

"Hui Hui Hui"

Amidst the loud neighing of the war horse, a majestic war horse with golden light all over its body rushed out of the spar like a ghost. Its golden mane burned like a flame, jumping around in the cabin, and it was extremely aggressive.

Blake stretched out his hand to stop Fenna, who was eager to step forward to tame it, and threw a scout up:

Name: Soul of the Ancient Holy Horse

Status: Pure spirit [can be ridden·requires special saddle]

illustrate:

This was once Queen Azshara's favorite royal light-maned horse, but unfortunately it died in the Catastrophe. It may not miss its master, but it won't give in to the next person who wants to tame it.

It has gained precious freedom and will not give it up easily.

"Hey, Shore, my brother."

Blake stared at the soul of the sacred horse in front of him. He had never seen such a majestic horse. Its dark eyes shone with unruliness, like a wise spirit.

He said to Shore next to him:

"I haven't given your little boy a gift yet after he completed his baptism of the Holy Light.

Didn’t I say before that I would give you a share of the spoils? Why don't I give you the soul of the holy horse, and you can take it back and flatter your child, the king, so that you can be promoted to a noble rank.

Trust me, your king will be very interested in it.

Look at it, it looks like a spiritual body inspired by the holy light. It only needs "100 million points" of special effects to turn it into a glorious vehicle for the Paladin. "

"Well, it's really good."

Xiao Er rubbed his chin and looked professionally at the violent and energetic soul of the ancient holy horse in front of him. He said:

"It is indeed a very suitable mount for a king. My Majesty will definitely like it very much."

"Then it's settled."

Blake activated the spar, bound it again in the slightest dissatisfaction of the Holy Horse Soul, tossed it in his hand, and threw it to Xiao, who took it in his hand and put it in his arms.

Then he spread his hands towards Blake and said:

"I accepted the gift for His Majesty Varian, but what about my share of the loot? Black, a big pirate like you wouldn't want to renege on your debt, right?"

"Why are you so greedy!"

Blake said dissatisfiedly:

"I have given you the best thing in the treasure. It is Queen Azshara's favorite royal horse. You can use it to exchange for a title with the child king!"

"That's what a jester does. Do you think I look like a jester?"

Shore curled his lips and said:

"This is what you said, everyone has a share, the more work you do, the more you will get."

"Okay, okay, we can't make our brothers suffer."

The pirate waved to the little murloc, who rummaged around in the large box full of odds and ends, and finally took out an obscure, delicate emblem and handed it to Black.

The pirate took it in his hand and took a look at it. He covered his heart playfully and made a distressed expression, and handed the royal emblem in his hand to Shore.

The master of MI7 took the emblem in his hand and immediately felt a mysterious power gushing out of it, making him more focused and making his movements more precise and deadly.

Shaw comes from a family of assassins and has seen a lot of good things.

He knew that this royal emblem of Elrethalas was indeed extraordinary, and then he was satisfied.

He carefully pinned the emblem to the collar of his inner clothes as an inconspicuous decoration.

"Pack up all the books in the box and bring them back to Narthalas College. The dean will definitely reward us for snatching back valuable knowledge from the fallen Nightborne.

Knowledge is priceless, idiots.

Move softly! "

Blake cursed:

"If you dare to break a book, you will become the dean's guinea pig!"

Under the scolding of the pirates, the ghost sailors of the Nagfar had to carry a box with four people and walk carefully to avoid damaging the books.

There are also all kinds of magic materials piled up together. All the good things that the Children of the Night collected from the city of Elrethalas are now cheaper for the stinky pirates.

This business is done perfectly.

"You come back to Tol Barad with us first."

Blake stroked the Elven Divine Sword at his waist and said to Maris Demonic Disaster, who was very low-key in a cloak:

"Hide there, and when my good friend Illidan calls you, I will send you to the assembly point as quickly as possible."

"Where has Lord Illidan gone?"

Maris asked:

"Elizana's message said that he went to the Twisting Nether. When will your Excellency come back?"

"how could I know?"

Blake shook his head and said:

"Although I am a prophet, I do not know everything. For a man as magical as Illidan, I am not surprised that he appears anywhere at any time.

After all, according to the news I have received so far, he has obtained a strategic treasure in the hands of the Burning Legion, and the entire Twisting Nether is free for him to run rampant.

But I estimate that the day when he comes back is not far away.

Be patient and maybe He will call you soon.

It’s not like we can kill all the demons anyway. "

"Um."

Maris Demonic Disaster nodded. Demon hunters are always very patient.

But after walking out of the cabin, he asked in a strange voice:

"Blake, the demon inside you is so powerful that I can hear it whispering to me even when I'm around you."

"Too bad it never spoke to me."

The pirate looked melancholy and touched his heart and said:

“Ever since I got it, it has been like a mute, it will only silently provide me with strength, but I can’t find anyone to chat with.

how?

Do you also want to try what it feels like to seal a third lord of Nasrezim in your body? "

"I can not."

Maris Demonic Disaster shook his head, with a kind of longing, but said honestly:

"I can't control such a powerful demon. It will capture my mind in an instant. Perhaps only a strong man like Lord Illidan can ignore its temptation."

"Don't look down on yourself so much. I think you are also very talented."

Blake laughed, rolled his eyes under his blindfold, and said:

"Speaking of which, I do know that there is a lower-level Dreadlord who has been hiding somewhere in Azeroth, planning to cause chaos for its evil masters.

That place is a bit far away from here and I don't have time to go there. Maybe you can go there instead of me.

I stopped by to help my mentor. "

"A demon hiding in the living world?"

Maris snorted, and instantly became angry like a pervert who saw the little beauty. He said:

"Tell me where it is and I'll leave immediately!"

"No rush, I'll find a time to send you there."

Black chuckled lightly. These demon hunters, who are both restrained and crazy at the same time, have super strong execution ability. They should really let the lazy fishermen under his command take a look and learn from them.

Arriving on the deck, the pirate was not in a hurry to return to the ghost ship. In this open area, he grasped the hilt of Salamani's sword at his waist and drew out the silent elven sword.

Hold the sword upright in front of you with your arms flat.

This scene made Fenner, Shore and others stop in place. They looked at Blake in front of them, wanting to see what kind of power the Elven Divine Sword the stinky pirate held in his hand had.

Blake maintained that posture, and in the quiet moment of nightfall, he poured the power in his body into the long sword in his hand.

Mainly the Shadow Force.

This thing combines the shadow magic of the Warlock's way and the shadow of the Assassin's way. They are two powers that have been perfected in Black's three professions.

Although it is still a little short of summing up the legendary power, it is enough to prove the path that pirates have taken.

Salameni was shaking.

It does not reject the infusion of power from Blake.

But it did not open its true face to the pirates because of this. It seemed to use the infusion of power to examine Blake's past, appreciate his present, and predict his future.

The pirate did not block his memory and let the sword in front of him judge whether he had the strength to hold it.

Drake's memories were quickly browsed, and the stinky pirate even felt the contempt of this sword. Well, the most glorious moment of Drake's unlucky guy's life was to die under the breath of the red dragon.

This is something he himself admitted.

But soon, the life of the pirate in front of him suddenly became exciting.

From rebirth in the water of Khaz Modan, to participating in the killings of the orc war, to stopping Gul'dan's betrayal of Hades, snatching the Nag'far, and playing with the Loa.

From patrolling the North Sea, helping the fallen demigods, planning a shocking incident in Dalaran, seriously injuring Deathwing to repel the Burning Legion, and then releasing the elemental monarch to attack the ancient gods.

Scenes of legendary experiences are like a quick tour, like a rewind of life before death, or like a summary of one's short but wonderful past from beginning to end.

In the end, all the pictures stayed in the present.

"Aren't you going to move on?"

Blake closed his eyes and whispered:

"You should feel that I am scared that there is still a wireless future in my memory? My poor Salamani, are you scared by the future fate of you and your sword holder?"

He chuckled.

This sarcasm made the sword in his hand very dissatisfied, but there was nothing he could do about it.

"look!"

Finna screamed.

Everyone saw that in the strange gap ring of the Salamani sword in Blake's hand, a dark light group suddenly jumped out, as if it completely filled in the last weird gap in the sword. .

That means that the Elven Divine Sword has received Blake's power infusion, and extended his unique Holy Sword posture for him:

Assassin/Warlock·Shadow: Derives the [Deceit] special effect. All attacks have a chance to activate the [Shadow Dance] effect, which briefly creates a shadow phantom and attacks in coordination with the sword wielder.

In the [Holy Sword Awakening] state, this effect takes effect on both blades at the same time.

"Then you have only one answer."

Blake whispered:

"Witness me!"

"Click"

As he pulled with both hands, with a sharp blade hissing, the two-handed sword-style elven divine sword Salameni was split into two as everyone watched in astonishment.

The holy sword awakens!

The right-hand sword Sharathol Ripper cuts through the sea breeze.

The left-handed sword Eremene Predator calls upon the stars.

Two one-handed swords, one long and one short, pulled out mysterious and strange shadow blades under the night sky. As the pirate's hands spread out, one on the left and one on the right were displayed on both sides of his body.

It looks like an eagle spreading its wings.

"Oh my God! You broke it!"

In the silence that witnessed the awakening of the Holy Sword, the angry screams of the stupid warrior were so unsociable.

"You loser, you might as well give it to me!"