Shadow Trails in Azeroth

Chapter 894 224. The secret skill of the dwarves? I think I can learn it—Additional update for Brother Shuangyanyu【425】

Although His Majesty the Bronzebeard King Magni has always believed that Black Shaw, who had a bad reputation from the outside world, came to his kingdom for his own purpose.

But if he knew what the evil Black was doing, he would definitely hold a warhammer and a battleaxe in his hands, rush over like a giant descending from the gods, and break the legs of the stinking pirate with his own hands.

Then throw him down from the highest snow peak in the mountains behind Ironforge to feed the snow monster!

This evil bastard is seducing his only daughter!

Although it was true that Magni Bronzebeard was a bastard father who favored boys over girls as Moira said, his dissatisfaction with his daughter was limited to the fact that he did not think girls could rule the country well.

Even Princess Moira herself admitted that her father was perfect in everything except this aspect.

He truly regarded his daughter as the apple of his eye and gave her everything she needed from an early age.

Although the father and daughter often clashed because of their different ideas, in real terms, the relationship between father and daughter was not so bad that they would never interact with each other until death.

But now, with Black standing in the way, His Majesty Magni is likely to lose his treasure.

Although this was destined to happen.

In the words of the stinky pirate, he was just a small "push" behind fate.

However, His Majesty Magni does not know that something terrible is brewing. He is currently busy with another important matter.

In the big forge, His Majesty the King held a forging hammer in his own hand, wearing only a short coat, and hammered in front of the iron felt.

Beside him, Fenner, who was still wearing "diplomatic attire", was squirting from an exquisitely shaped kettle, always ready to pour the contents of the kettle onto the iron felt in front of her.

Of course, the water stored in this kettle is not ordinary water.

The bright red liquid was filled with a pungent smell, and even after being taken out for several days, it still maintained a high temperature, as if it had been boiled.

This is dragon blood!

To be precise, the blood from the black dragon princess Onyxia is the real essence, full of power from the blood descendants of the Dragon King.

Such a pot of dragon girl's blood can easily create a strengthened platoon of elite dragon-blood cultists. If carefully prepared by an alchemist, it can also be made into a dragon-blood potion that is enough for a small army.

If Fenner intends to sell the dragon's blood in her hand, she can easily exchange it for a generous reward in Dalaran or Quel'Thalas, and she can also pay with gold.

But perhaps, this pot of priceless dragon blood can complete the final tempering of a weapon that is about to be reshaped.

"It will be fine soon, little girl."

Magni wielded the forging hammer and struck the Elven Divine Sword Quel'Sera which had been repaired into a sharp blade on the big iron felt. There was a large furnace covered with elemental magic magma flowing beside it, making every hammer blow of the Bronzebeard King All will throw up dazzling sparks.

He warned Fenna during the high temperature attack:

"As soon as I let you pour, pour the dragon's blood. Don't keep it. This holy sword is extremely powerful, and its appetite is also very powerful. You must satisfy its desire."

"Uh-huh."

Seeing that her other precious sword was about to be completed, Fenner's eyes lit up and she nodded repeatedly.

But the Dark Iron Dwarf Hansel Heavyfist next to her was very disdainful.

While this guy was openly learning the forging skills of the Bronzebeard dwarf, he also curled his lips and commented disdainfully:

"You are actually still using such a backward forging method? Look at your big furnace, full of decay, how can it compare to the forging method of our Dark Iron Dwarves.

On the black iron felt of our inherited treasure, this elf sword can be repaired without such complicated techniques at all, and it can also be integrated with the power of flames. "

What he said was outrageous.

Mainly because I didn't understand the occasion.

The surrounding bronze-bearded dwarf blacksmiths all around picked up the forging hammers at hand and stared at the arrogant black iron dwarf with a dangerous look.

They plan to give this guy a little "love education."

"Ignore him, the poor black irons regard slavery as strength. This is the only way they can comfort themselves in their hundreds of years of slavery.

Let the poor people continue to be proud, don't expose their last fig leaf.

That's not polite, guys. "

King Bronzebeard didn't care about Hansel's sarcasm, and his words also made a group of Bronzebeard blacksmiths around him laugh in unison.

The king himself did not laugh, for he was not joking, he meant it.

This made the Dark Iron Dwarf's eyes glow redder, but he also fell silent.

Magni focused on his work. After several storm-like blows, the broken Elven Divine Sword had been repaired to its most perfect shape by the forging hammer.

"It's now!"

Magni took a step back with his forging hammer in hand. Fenna bit her lip and stepped forward to pour the dragon's blood. However, she suddenly heard Hansel Heavy Fist reminding:

"Inject your anger into it!"

Fenna hesitated for a moment, then the Dark Iron Dwarf said in a thicker voice:

“Trust me, it makes it better and better.

It has no power characteristics that belong to you, it is just a perfect holy sword, but once it is connected to your mind, it becomes a perfect holy sword that only belongs to you, and no one else can get involved.

Which one do you want? "

"Shut up!"

Magni pushed Hansel away and he scolded:

"Adding random things will take it out of its original form."

"Wouldn't that be better?"

Hansel retorted and screamed:

"You bronze-bearded barbarians who only stick to the rules! No wonder your skills haven't improved at all in three hundred years. Don't you even dare to innovate a little bit?"

"Stop making noise, you two!"

Fenna turned around and screamed, then took another step forward and poured the dragon's blood in her hand onto the hot silver holy sword, but her other hand also held the high-temperature hilt.

This reckless contact made Fenner's face turn pale instantly.

The burning flesh and blood in her palm felt terrible, but she wasted no time. A surge of anger was applied to the holy sword before it was completely reshaped.

As the dragon's blood and anger filled up, amidst the exclamations of the dwarf blacksmiths, the reshaped Elven Divine Sword seemed to "melt" again.

Its blade and body were rapidly cooled by Fenner's continuous infusion of anger, and then slightly changed into a more lethal and brutal form in the shining light.

"It's done!"

Hansel clapped his hands and cheered. Then he proudly looked back at the group of bronze-bearded blacksmiths and said proudly:

"Did you see it? This is the black iron forging skill. It is infinitely superior to your Bronze Beard forging skills. Little girl, wave it quickly and let these bastards see your sword!"

"Don't worry, don't worry."

Fenna didn't care about the burn on her palms at this moment. She caressed the elf sword in her hand obsessively and whispered:

"I want to know its name first. It has its own name."

"What's wrong with this girl?"

Magni was stunned for a moment, then looked back at Hansel and said:

"You also taught her this ritual? How could the weapon tell her name?"

"It's not part of the black iron forging, we don't have this damn ritual."

Hansel whispered awkwardly:

"Who knows where she learned it from? Maybe it's a skill that the elves talk about so much?"

Under the gaze of a group of dwarves, Fenner closed her eyes and stroked the silver blade in her hand, just like her previous "conversation" with the Ashbringer in the Molten Core.

The sharp blade in front of her that was made with her anger also showed the feeling of "blood blending".

She could hear the blades whining.

"I know, I hear you."

Fenna grinned, and as the sharp blades flew around her wrist, she said:

"It's called Quel'Sera, it's called the Remnant of Death."

"I think you just gave it a fancy name."

The dwarf king complained softly.

But he doesn't care about such trivial matters, elves are always so talkative. And completing the reshaping of a holy sword with his own hands made Magni happy.

The king grabbed the wine bottle at hand and took a sip, then said to Fenna:

"I heard that you learned very powerful skills from Daelin, and you are also a rare legendary warrior in Quel'Thalas. It's great that you broke through the obsession with magic among your weak compatriots.

Do you want to come and spar, little girl?

Think of it as trying out your new sword. "

"OK!"

Faced with Magni's invitation, Fenner agreed immediately. She glanced at the healing wound on her palm, and the stinging pain made her frown slightly.

But for warriors, pain inspires strength.

From this point of view, excellent warriors all have "masochistic glory."

Ten minutes later, in King Magni's own training room not far from the throne room, the king raised his warhammer and battleaxe, and violently collided the two weapons in front of him, making a harsh sound and sparks. Splatter.

He said to Fenna opposite, who was holding the sword of Quel'Sera:

"Is it a competition of skills? Or is it a hearty battle?"

"No tricks!"

Fenner rolled her eyes when she heard the word, and she complained:

"I've almost vomited while practicing my skills recently. Come on, let's have a real fight. I'm also a legendary warrior. You don't have to worry about hurting me, Your Majesty."

"All right."

Magni is a straightforward dwarf, and he doesn't have to be polite.

As the steps forward accelerated, the king turned around, and the warhammer in his hand smashed towards Fenner with the sound of thunder. The starting point is the King of the Hill's secret skill, Storm Hammer, which is really merciless.

But Fenna also became full of fighting spirit.

She roared forward, surging with a tidal wave of rage, holding the buzzing Quel'Sera: Remnant of Destruction and striking out with a powerful and heavy breaker.

The concentrated burst of power destroyed the storm hammer that Magni had thrown at him, and the war hammer flew away with a loud noise.

"Hahaha, not bad."

Magni's short legs were filled with strength as he laughed, and he flew into the sky with a heroic leap. He grabbed the warhammer and hit Fenna while falling.

The battle between warriors is not that fancy. When facing attacks, you must either block or dodge. But if you choose to dodge, you will fall into the dilemma of being continuously suppressed by your opponent, so Fenner chose to go head-on.

"boom"

The collision of the three weapons knocked the slender elf back several steps.

Good guy.

This dwarf is so strong!

At least a quarter stronger than Dai Lin! What did they eat growing up? Is it really like in Blake's terrible novel, a dragon egg a day?

Fenna's arms were a little numb, but she was not defeated and stepped forward again with her sword in hand.

This reckless gesture made Magni shake his head slightly.

This won't work.

Warriors do need to pursue virility, but being so easily taken advantage of in battle will only lead to recklessness. A true warrior must learn to both release anger and suppress it.

The most deadly warrior is the warrior who is both angry and calm.

But the next second, he realized that he was wrong.

Fenner was "lied" to him.

"boom"

The moment Quel'Sera and Magni's warhammers and axes collided, the dwarf king felt that the power on the blade was not Fenna's full blow, but she still retained her strength.

What a cunning elf!

The dwarf showed a warrior's smile and was about to break the move when he saw Finna's left hand grabbing back, and a silver giant blade that was slightly larger than Quel'Sera jumped into her hand.

Amidst the rage that erupted like a tidal wave, he slashed down diagonally with a killing gesture.

"boom"

There was another loud thump, and the disgraced Magni flew backwards, rolling several times in the air before landing on the ground.

In front of him, Fenna stood there panting, holding a heavy weapon in each hand. The anger entwined by the two holy swords echoed each other, like two flaming wings extending out of her hands.

"Titan's Grasp?"

Magni exclaimed.

The image of the elf's slender body holding two brutal giant blades has a strange impact. The most important thing is that Fenner's killing blows with two swords are extremely threatening.

This means that the elven warrior has mastered the secret of the violent branch of power, and she can transform into a berserker who sets off a storm of flesh and blood at any time.

That's an opponent no one wants to face.

They attack fiercely like mad dogs, and have the so-called "immortality of rage" that is endlessly angry and fights wildly.

"No fight, no fight."

Magni displayed his weapon and said:

"If I keep hitting you, I won't be able to hold back. I'm afraid of hurting you, little girl."

"whispering sound"

Fenner, who was entangled in anger, curled her lips disdainfully and said:

"Isn't it the secret skill of the Bronze Beard from the gods? It's not like I haven't seen it before. Come on, dwarf, let me see the power of the King of the Hill. Maybe I can learn that skill from you."

"You can't learn."

Magni said seriously:

"Only the race with the mission can use this power given by the ancestors, and only the descendants of the King of the Mountain can use it."

"I do not believe."

Fenna raised her double blades, a hint of cunning flashed in her eyes, and she said:

"I learned a trick from an old orc a few days ago. It will open your eyes."

The next moment, the elf warrior launched a powerful and heavy charge. The moment he hit Magni, he swung his double blades, and the destructive blade storm spun amidst Fenner's cheers.

Magni frowned. Faced with the deadly attack in front of him, he tightened his grip on the weapon and, guided by the power of his body's expansion, he slammed forward.

This elf girl is so arrogant! How rude!

She had to be taught a lesson.