Shadow Trails in Azeroth

Chapter 859 189. You can always come up with something new for me - more updates for Huo Zhengting’s good brother [1920]

"This is the sword you wanted!"

In the large forge in the hidden place of the South Island, Muradin Bronzebeard, who had packed his bags and was about to leave, took a swig of wine and pointed at a huge sword covered with cloth on the sword stand in front of him and said:

"Forged according to your requirements, the shape is violent and exaggerated. It is made of source steel as the main body, and smelted with thorium and arcane ingots as fillings, so that it can be strong and at the same time, the energy usage and lethality are equally amazing.

It is no exaggeration to say that this sword is one of the most perfect masterpieces in my forging career.

Unfortunately, it was incomplete and needed a final quenching. "

Muradin stroked his beautiful beard, looked at the cloth-covered sword in front of him with a disgusting look on his children, and said with regret:

“There are only a few places in this world that are qualified to temper it, but those are the places that make an old dwarf like me go numb just thinking about them.

So as much as I'd love to see it actually completed, I don't want to give you any more of my power to you stinking pirate. "

Hearing this, Blake curled his lips.

He did not immediately pull away the sword cloth in front of him, but turned to Muradin and said:

"You should have left ten days ago, why did you wait until I came back? Your brother Brian has already boarded the boat and is almost at Booty Bay. He should have written you a letter.

Aren't you going to pick him up? "

"My brother sent someone to wait for him in the goblin city. The troublemaker will be escorted back to Ironforge as soon as he returns. His letter to me was full of complaints, saying that he had discovered a truly great thing in the Voldun Desert. remains.

Also insulting my brother and me is preventing him from contributing to the world. "

Muradin sat on the wooden box next to him, drinking and complaining:

"That bastard thought we didn't know what he was doing in Vol'ton. That strange Loa god named Old Garni was almost driven crazy by him. It is said that he sneaked into the snake people's empire and was almost caught as a prisoner. slave.

He also inexplicably got into trouble with a group of blood troll barbarians, and was almost eaten as a barbecue.

well.

Having such a brother in the family is really a headache. "

Prince Bronzebeard complained loudly about his stinky brother. This sentiment was echoed by Fenna next to him, making her nod her head and her impression of this grumpy old dwarf became much better.

Faced with another question from Black, Muradin glared at him and said:

"To be honest, I came here to forge iron for you, but I was actually resisting it. I originally thought I could just do it casually, but you, an ignorant pirate, can't tell the real good stuff.

But then, I heard about what you were doing in Kul Tiras.

Although you are still the bad-mouthed pirate, what should you say? After all, you have made a small contribution to a just cause, although you certainly have your own evil plot.

But what’s done is what’s done.

After I knew what was going on over there, I decided to finish the job well.

I assure you that the various forged products you entrust to me are absolutely perfect things that I have devoted 100% of my energy to create.

This is worthy of your reward. "

"Good guy! Are you afraid of being beaten to death by me when you say this?"

Black was so angry that he rolled up his sleeves and wanted to teach this stinky dwarf a lesson. He cursed:

"You still want to make shoddy products! You have no craftsmanship at all. Do you want me to use such inferior products to go to the battlefield? Do you want to kill me? Maybe I should burn all your beards!"

"you dare!"

When it came to his beloved beard, Muradin also became irritable. He drank all the wine in his hand, grabbed the war hammer and stood on the wooden box, shouting to Black:

"Come on! Smelly pirate, let's see who is more powerful!"

"Wow, I love this sword!"

While Party A and Party B were arguing, Fenna, who was next to her, had already slipped to the sword stand, reached out and uncovered the sword cloth covering the giant sword, and a silver-gray violent single-edged sword appeared in front of her eyes.

As the leading legendary blacksmith in Azeroth, Muradin's skills are absolutely unparalleled. This time, he felt that the smelly pirates had done some "good things" in Kul Tiras, so he forged it carefully to make the finished product even more powerful. .

In the semicircular depression at the front of the straight sword, the forged and stretched Atama crystal shines with gentle light, giving the heavy sword a golden pattern.

Even though it has not yet been tempered and the power is really pressed into the sword body, its simple and elegant shape has already made it show its edge.

Fenna cheered and grabbed the hilt of the heavy sword, using both arms to lift it up easily.

She made a few cutting and blocking gestures in a decent manner, then put it on her shoulders, turned back to Black and Muradin who were looking at her and said:

"Hey, how much does it cost to buy this knife? I want it!"

"Put it down, that's not for you."

Black said:

"The power attribute of that sword does not match yours. You should have felt it. It is a weapon of the Holy Light."

"Yes, it is a weapon of the Holy Light."

Fenna said without caring:

"But it can also be powered by the power of Tyr, and voila!"

The moment the Tyrian power in the idiot warrior's body was activated, the golden lines on the bright heavy sword quickly ignited into silver flames, almost wrapping the sword in the divine flames.

But as Blake said, this sword is forged with holy light. It does not carry the power of anger, so it is difficult to receive the blessing of anger when it falls into Fenner's hands.

It can only be used as a trump card against corrupted creatures at critical moments, and cannot be used in daily battles.

"This little girl who looks like a stick has divine power in her body? Ah, my beard is on top."

Muradin exclaimed when he saw the heavy sword being driven.

Blake shrugged. Although this sword was not made for Fenner to use, he felt more comfortable when he saw that Fenner could use it too.

Anyway, there is still some time before this sword is "sold", so it would be good to let Fenna hold it during this period, so as to save yourself, this stupid sister, from coveting the Elven Divine Sword in her hand.

Can you believe that she even sneaked into Blake's captain's cabin last night and tried to steal Salamaini? A warrior sneaks into a master assassin's room to steal something.

It is simply the most ridiculous thing in the world.

"What's the name of this sword?"

Fenna came over with a heavy sword and asked Blake.

The pirate shook his head, stretched out a finger and said:

"It is not for us to name a weapon so destined for greatness.

They already have their own names at the moment they are born. As a sword holder, you have to communicate with it, and you have to let it tell you its name willingly, which represents its obedience and your taming. "

"What pirate nonsense are you talking about?"

This statement made Muradin sneer. As a blacksmith master, he certainly knew that the pirates were boasting.

Weapons are weapons. Unless those magical things have a will of their own, how could there be such a mysterious process? Do you really think this is a blood confession?

But the stinky pirate's nonsense made Fenner nod in deep agreement.

She stroked the silver giant blade in her hand and said thoughtfully:

"Is it the same as Salameni in your hand? Just like you can wake up the holy sword by calling its name on the sea? Is this sword as powerful as Salameni?"

"Well, just as powerful, just as great."

Blake stretched out his fingers and touched the cold blade of the silver giant blade in Fenner's hand. He said:

“This is also a weapon prepared for the savior of the world. It is not complete yet and is still sleeping, but after we have completed its tempering, you can try to find its name.

The moment you call out its name, it is destined to be used by you, but I guess you are not its real owner. It always has its heart toward the Holy Light.

You wouldn't give up the way of anger for a sword, right? "

"It's definitely more than that."

Fenna waved her hand, touched the silver giant blade in her hand with a look of joy, and said:

"But as a soldier, I'm lucky enough to be able to wield such a weapon in combat. I don't want more. Well, it's decided. I will hold it while eating, sleeping and bathing from now on.

Until it meets its true owner, I will give it my 'friend' with blessings and start its true legend. "

"Hey, little girl, don't be tempted by the pirate's nonsense. Listen to your uncle Muradin's words. A weapon is a weapon. There are not so many mysterious things."

The dwarf jumped beside him and said:

"This Black, that talker is the best at deceiving people.

A good girl like you should stay away from him. If you are held hostage by him, just blink your eyes. Your uncle Muradin will risk his life to take you out. "

"Dwarf! You are not allowed to scold my stinky brother! I can only scold him!"

Fenna yelled at the nosy dwarf fiercely, and then said to him with a sense of pride:

"You dwarf is too short-sighted. I am not being deceived by him. I have seen it with my own eyes. Great holy objects have their own names.

You are just a stinky blacksmith who knows nothing about weapons!

Blake, quickly ‘break your chopsticks’ and open his eyes. "

Fenner didn't know what "chopsticks" were.

After all, the gourmets of Azeroth haven't shown up yet, but she learned this saying from Blake and will use it now.

The pirate's trump card was revealed at once, and seeing Muradin's face full of disbelief, the stinky pirate rolled his eyes under his blindfold and said to him:

"I can open your eyes, but Muradin, you have to do one more thing for me."

Blake secretly kicked Fenna, and the stupid warrior felt blessed. He quickly took out the box containing Quel'Sera's broken blade and placed it in front of the dwarf.

Muradin opened the chest and gasped when he saw the fragments of the Dragonforged Blade.

As a legendary blacksmith, he could tell at a glance that this broken blade was extraordinary. He threw aside the wine bottle in his hand, rubbed his hands, picked up Quel'Sera's broken blade in both hands, and put it in front of his eyes to examine it carefully.

A few minutes later, the dwarf blacksmith breathed a sigh of relief and said:

"You want me to help you reshape this elven holy sword? I sense the power of dragon fire in it. I can restore it with source steel, but I cannot conjure the inner dragon power out of thin air."

"We will prepare this."

Blake said with a smile:

“How long does it take you to reshape it?”

"There are no suitable tools here."

Muradin stroked his beard and said:

"I have to take it back to Ironforge and use the elemental forging method in the furnace to restore it perfectly. I am not very proficient in this forging method of the ancient elven empire, but my brother has studied this method. Ancient method.

We two brothers worked together and it took about half a month to reshape it.

But what about the price?”

"I told you to open your eyes, that's the reward for this job."

Blake shook his head and said:

"Believe me, what you will see will greatly expand your blacksmithing skills, and may even allow you to break through your existing narrow concept of forging."

"Hey, I don't believe it."

The bearded Muradin sneered and said:

"Do you really think I haven't seen anything? I have forged more than one legendary weapon. I believe you said there are more powerful blacksmiths than me in this world, but if you want to reshape my forging concept, I will Do not believe!

You pirate know how to brag, you"

"bass"

Salameni jumped into the hands of the pirates the next moment.

The moment Blake held it with both hands and crossed a semicircle, and with the gentle pull of the pirate, the epee spread its wings like an eagle, and split into two strange-shaped one-handed swords.

But the power of the divine sword was not interrupted. Instead, each of them showed their magical powers due to the awakening of the holy sword.

"Snapped"

A large amount of Muradin's beard was torn off by him.

But at this moment, the dwarf blacksmith could no longer care about his beloved Beard, who was stunned as he stared at the Elven Divine Sword that opened and closed in front of him, as if his worldview had been impacted.

Indeed, with the superb forging concepts of the dwarves, they can basically guess all the weapons in the world at a glance, but this sword in front of them...

"Bring it to you!"

Muradin roared and rushed forward, snatching Salamani from the pirate's hand. He held the sword as if it were a peerless treasure, and tried to break it open like a pirate.

The result is natural.

The legendary dwarf warrior tried his best, but could not separate the sword even a hair. Fenner was watching, holding her belly and laughing.

This is what she wants to see.

"How's it going? Have you opened your eyes?"

Blake asked naughtily from the side.

Muradin did not answer. He looked at the elven sword in front of him with fascination. In the flames of the great forge, Prince Bronzebeard murmured words that others could not understand.

After being urged by the pirates, he simply yelled:

"Help me write a letter to my brother. I'll go back later. It may take a week. You two, get out and close the big forge. I want to study this sword."

roll!

Take your reward and get out! "

"The reward for reshaping Quel'Sera?"

Blake asked again.

Muradin said impatiently:

"I'll do it for you for free, okay? This knowledge is priceless to Ironforge. You don't even understand what it means to a blacksmith.

My brother and I have been trying to forge a dwarven relic and we haven't had a clue, but now we have it.

Dwarves will also have their own hammer

It will be forged by my own hands.

Supreme Glory"