Shadow Trails in Azeroth

Chapter 895 225. Crazy Yiwen joins the package - an update for Brother Shuang Yanyu [525]

"What are you doing? While I was busy with my business, did you take the time to go to Argus for a walk?"

When the satisfied Blake returned to the Stonefire Inn where he was staying, he was startled by Fenner lying on the bed wailing as soon as he opened the door.

The smelly pirate, who was still holding the dwarf liquor in his hand, stared at Fenna in front of him in stunned silence. The latter was lying on the bed wearing only her underwear, but she didn't feel any shivering at all.

Because she was covered in wounds.

Valeera was applying medicine to the bruised wounds all over her body, and every time she applied it, Fenna let out a wail.

"Did you run to rob the dwarf vault and get beaten?"

Blake closed the door, leaned against the wall, and said while drinking:

"How did it happen?"

"Oops, I got beaten."

Although Fenna was in bad shape, she was in good spirits. She grinned and made faces at her bratty brother, trying to tell him not to worry. But those panda eyes look so funny.

She disheveled her hair and said:

"I fought with Magni, and I lost. The old dwarf was really outrageous, and he didn't know what to do with me. But don't look at me being so embarrassed, the old dwarf didn't get anything good either.

I almost shaved off all his beard, but finally he got so angry that I took a serious action. Hahaha, be gentle, Valeera, those are breasts! Not a stone.

lighter. "

"Why are you fighting with him if you have nothing to do?"

The smelly pirate complained:

"Do you always like to spar with people you can't beat? You're actively looking for a beating."

As he spoke, he walked up to Fenna, took out Dean Lanyue's special healing potion from his bag, held Fenna's chin, and poured the potion in.

The bad taste made the embarrassed elf's entire face wrinkle up, as if he had just hit a green lemon.

"Do you need me to help you vent your anger?"

Blake put the wine glass in Fenner's hand, poured some more wine for her, and said softly:

"I'm going to beat him up now. Although it may be a tie at best, you can still poke a few holes in his body. If you really want him to die, that's fine."

The Defiler fragment was pulled out by the pirate. He played with the cold blade and said to the stupid warrior:

"Want to place a reward? My highness."

"It's not necessary, it's just a discussion."

Fenner was lying on the bed, drinking wine, rolling her eyes and saying:

"I'm not at a loss either. Hehe, I learned it. Blake, I learned it after just watching it once. I'm really a genius!"

"What have you learned?"

Blake noticed Fenner's new weapon placed beside the bed, and casually took the recast Quel'Sera in his hand, playing with it while asking:

"Have you learned the Storm Hammer?"

"Hey, what's there to learn from that thing? Is my homemade shattering throw more powerful than it?"

Fenna, who had a bruised nose and face, looked around, then quietly stretched out her hand and placed it in front of the pirate's eyes. As she clenched her fingers, a ray of silver-gray light shining with steel emitted from her fist.

This scene made Black stand up suddenly.

He said:

"God descends to earth! How did you learn it? Except for the dwarf royal family with earth spirit blood, other warriors can't even understand this thing. It is more like the racial talent of the royal dwarves than a skill."

"Well, you seem to know a lot about it."

Fenner blinked and said:

"Hurry up and tell me the principle. I only learned a little bit from memory. If you explain it clearly to me, maybe I can learn it completely."

"Principle? It's very simple."

The pirate sat back on the bed, grabbed Fenner's seemingly metal fingers, and observed with admiration, while saying:

"Do you remember when we faced the Mad King in Mechagon and he said 'Titan Gene'?"

"Well, remember a little bit."

Fenner nodded.

"The dwarves are born with more Titan genes than other races, especially the blood descendants of the Mountain King, who have more Titan genes."

Blake let go of Fenner's fingers and explained:

"Just like Dai Lin was hit by the Origin Bomb and turned into an Iron Vrykul. That is the result after the Titan genes are fully activated, and it is also the principle of the Origin Bomb.

The body shape changes of the dwarves are also based on this principle.

They have more Titan genes awakened in their bodies than us humans, so they can complete a short-term atavistic transformation without going through the origin bomb.

The descending of gods to earth has such an 'atavistic' effect.

Precisely because they have more Titan genes preserved in their bodies, the dwarves inexplicably believe that they were born with a great mission, but they have forgotten that mission. "

Having said this, the pirate shook his head and said:

"If Mechagon really uses the Origin Bomb to cleanse the world, then believe me, apart from the dwarfs, the number of survivors of the dwarves will definitely be the largest."

"Then do they really have a great mission?"

Fenner was lying on the bed with her arms as pillow, as if listening to a story, she asked Blake:

"Are they really the Titans' darlings?"

"Beloved, not really. But their ancestors were indeed the first life forms successfully created by the Titan Guardians. From this point of view, they are indeed the 'First Sons of the Titans'."

Blake summed it up by explaining:

"But there is nothing to be proud of. If you can master the descending of gods, then your ancestral form should be the same as Dai Lin, an Iron Vrykul.

The power in that form would crush the dwarves' gods down to earth.

I think this should be the result of the ray of Tyr's divine power I gave you taking effect. You gave me a surprise. Keep working hard. If you master it, you will be qualified to pursue those legendary artifacts. "

"good!"

Fenner nodded and yawned again.

The poor little guy was beaten up by Magni. He was tired now, so he squinted his eyes and fell asleep without saying a few words.

Blake shook his head, picked up a handkerchief and wiped Fenner's face, and then told Valeera:

"Take care of her.

Well, actually, I think my sister really needs a smart person to help her. Valeela, if you don't refuse, I would like to ask you to be my sister's attendant. "

"I do, Master."

Valeera laughed, brushed her hair, and said:

"Fenna and I are both from Quel'Thalas. We have many topics in common, and Her Royal Highness Fenner is very loyal. She will be a very good princess."

"Then I'll trouble you, Valeera."

Black stood up with Quel'Sera in hand. He thought for a while and said to Valeela:

"When you return to Tol Barad, you can learn hunting skills from the snake people."

"Um?"

Valeela was stunned for a moment and said:

"I think it's better for me to specialize in the path of assassin."

"No."

Blake shook his head and said:

"You learn from me, but I can't teach you much on the path of an assassin. I don't think my understanding of shadows can match the thousands of years of exploration of the Sangunar family.

So, I will teach you other things.

The one I'm best at requires you to become a good hunter in addition to being an assassin. Also, do you have any psychological burden on your faith in Lady Elune? "

Although the stinky pirate didn't say anything clearly, Valeela's heart began to beat violently at this moment.

She guessed the answer.

Master Black is going to take her into the path of the Black Moon of the Watchers!

"I will study hard, Master."

Valeera nodded and answered seriously. The pirate smiled in return and left the room.

The moment he closed the door, Black lowered his head and "looked" at the Elven Holy Sword in his hand. This sword had a different appearance from Quel'Sera in his memory.

There are many variations in the details of the blade and body.

The jumping of item entries also proves this:

Name: Quel'Sera: Death's Remnant

Quality: Excellent·Legendary [Anger Strengthened]

Attributes: Unable to view [Soul Binding-Fenna Golden Sword]

Item effects:

1. The remnants of annihilation:

Every swing of the sword has a chance to trigger the [kill] effect, causing real damage that ignores any defense. This damage is based on the strength and skill of the sword wielder, and there is a small probability of causing [instant death] when a critical hit occurs.

2. Quel'Sera:

When being attacked, there is a chance of triggering [Aegis of the Ancient Elves], which doubles all the protection effects of the sword holder, and has a chance of being completely immune to the next three attacks.

3. Twin Swords:

Quel'Sera and Quel'Delar have a mysterious connection. When these two twin swords are used at the same time, the probability of triggering all special effects of the two holy swords is increased.

Item Description:

The day when the broken sword is rebuilt, the elves return in glory.

"oops."

The pirate complained softly:

"This is a decree that Salorian Morningseeker must be defeated by Fenner. It is almost a fateful duel. It seems that I have to make arrangements for my idiot sister in advance.

I hope the Sun King of Quel'Thalas won't issue a wanted order for Finna because of this. Even if he does, there's nothing terrible about it.

But if I remember correctly, the Quel'Delar form activated by Salorian should be the 'Mirror of the Mind', which is really the most troublesome form of the holy sword.

Fenner is in trouble. "

With such a slightly gloating attitude, Black carried the holy sword behind his back, pretended to be a sword master, walked a few steps on the second floor of the hotel, opened a door and walked in.

Two hours later, the noisy Ironforge became quiet and was about to fall asleep.

Hansel Chongfist, who had been quarreling with the stubborn Bronzebeard dwarves all day, was exhausted. He took a few bottles of wine sent by Magni and opened the door cursingly.

As soon as he walked in in the dark, a cold sword suddenly pressed against his neck.

"Hey, hey, as a Dark Iron dwarf who is about to live in Ironforge permanently, your vigilance is really troublesome. Do you know how many dwarves in this city want you dead?"

The pirate's teasing voice came from the darkness. The Dark Iron Dwarf curled his lips and threw a bottle of wine in his hand to the pirate. The latter took the sword in his hand and flipped it over and scraped it gently.

With a bang, the cork of the wine bottle was blown out.

"The good news is that Magni's stubborn idiot finally agreed to let the Thorium Brotherhood join the forging of Mjolnir. The bad news is that he heard a funny rumor from somewhere."

Hansel Heavy Fist sat down by the fireplace in his room and threw a flint into the fireplace to let the flames burn.

He drank wine and said to Blake:

"That idiot thinks that in order to perfect the hammer, it must find the holy hammer left by the god Khazgoros and forge it, and also find a Titan forge that is said to exist in the lost city of the gods.

It’s just looking for trouble! "

The black iron dwarf cursed:

"Obviously, he only needs to bring the two war hammer embryos to the Black Iron Station, and they can be forged with the help of the power of lava. The elemental flames there perfectly match the Eye of Savras in his hand."

"Well, it seems that Magni is indeed a person who pursues perfection. I feel relieved after hearing this news."

Blake pulled a chair over, placed it in front of the fireplace, sat on it comfortably, and said:

"Of course you can make a decent hammer in a simple way, but please ask yourself, Hansel, my grumpy Dark Iron friend.

Can such a casual hammer be able to unite the three dwarves?

Do not be silly.

The forging of the Divine Hammer is just an introduction. This is something that requires the concerted efforts of the three of you to complete it. The difficulty it represents is the real content of bridging the three hammers. "

"I understand. The great blacksmith told me so too. He actually shares your thoughts."

Hansel said in a pessimistic tone:

"But you have to understand, my pirate friend, the Thorium Brotherhood cannot represent the Dark Iron Dwarves. We are just a group of exiles. There is absolutely no way that bastard Thaurissan can support this matter.

He values ​​power more than life, and the Dark Iron Dwarves want to kill Bronzebeard just as the Bronzebeards in this city want to kill me. "

"That's not necessarily the case."

Blake was very awesome and said:

"Maybe soon, His Majesty Thaurissan's mentality will change a little. You have to understand, Hansel, the thoughts of a miserable single and a winner in life will never be the same.

For love, many impossible things can become a reality.

Of course, I'm not going to tell you this tonight. I'm leaving Ironforge and won't be back for a long time, so those things that haven't been made clear should be made clear now. "

The pirate took a sip of wine and said to Hansel Heavyfist:

"The Thorium Brotherhood will send at least five people to stay in Tol Barad. I want those highly skilled blacksmiths to serve as the blacksmiths of the munitions department of the undead pirates.

At the same time, you must share the drawings in your hands with me. The senior members of my fleet have always longed to have weapons and armor of their own. As the leader, how can I let them down?

Secondly, I want the Thorium Brotherhood to recruit a group of Dark Iron Engineers for me in Shadowforge City, those lunatics who are very good at playing with explosives.

The number of people does not need to be too large, just twenty or thirty people per month.

Finally, the black iron drilling machine is very useful. I want thirty units. You can pay for them in half a year.

Any objection? "

"No."

Hansel Heavyfist said honestly:

"After the great blacksmith learned that Ragnaros was expelled, he ecstatically asked us to meet all your needs and regarded you as the savior of the Dark Iron dwarves.

I thought you would make more extreme demands.

After all, according to legend, you are a greedy person. "

"Oh, it's a groundless story, but you still insist on believing it and spread it again. If there is a mistake in publicity in the future, you will have to apologize."

Black snorted, drank up the dwarf wine in one gulp, and threw the bottle into the burning fireplace in front of him. He moved his fingers and said:

“My outstretched hand can reward friends or scare enemies, but the real point is, are you my friends or my enemies?

Only those who don’t know me slander me and fear me.

My black iron brothers, when you truly understand me, you will be surprised to find that only rumors and fear are not enough when you really face me. "