Azeroth Shadow Trail

   Chapter 1009 105. The good news is that we are also people with swordsmen!

   "Your precious daughter is provoking Gazirella. I thought Gazrella would teach her a lesson. Speaking of which, that Loa's temper is really good."

  In the captain's room with the cabin door closed under the storms outside, the first mate was busy cleaning up Black's desk, while placing all kinds of magic materials needed by pirates on it.

   As she swayed, she said to the smelly pirate who was holding the blood spar and studying hard:

   "A loa was provoked by a little girl to keep it as a pet, but he wasn't annoyed. The Akunda I saw in the Wharton Desert was not as naive as it was."

   "It's not that Gazreira is good-natured, it's just that he's too weak."

  Blake closed his eyes to feel the knowledge and wisdom in the blood spar, and said calmly:

"If you change to Gazrella when you were at his peak ten thousand years ago, if my darling dares to talk like that, he will definitely be washed by the three-headed snake with a lightning storm, and maybe he will overturn the ship in the sea. Woolen cloth.

   It has only experienced the low point of thousands of years and has learned to tolerate helplessness. It knows that this ship has the power to easily kill it, so it chooses humility and gentleness.

   But what you said is also good.

   Gazrela really doesn't have the bad problems of those Loa on Zandalar Island, probably because it has been guarded in the Tanaris desert and has no contact with the outside world, so it is relatively simple? "

   "Is there such a saying?"

  Sefir blinked suspiciously, and seeing that Black didn't answer, he guessed that this was probably the captain's joke.

   She shrugged and stopped worrying about this issue. She took out a few jars of sticky blood with a pungent smell from the box next to it and put it in front of Blake.

Say:

   "Everything is ready, but you keep secretly not saying what you're going to do? Why take dragon blood from Onyxia's body again?

   Anything else to be cast? "

   "No, this time it's a reinforcement."

  Blake opened his eyes, threw the blood spar in the palm of his hand, and threw it to Sefir, saying:

   "I got this from a friend and it was interesting, so I decided to try it. As for dragon blood, that's the material. In Venthyr's culture, blood represents the carrier of strength."

"This is."

  The first officer dragon took the blood spar and held it in his hand.

   This thing looks cool, but it is no different from the magic stone used by other spellcasters to store information.

   You only need to use mental perception to see the knowledge stored inside, and its restrictions have been unlocked by pirates, and Sefir can also view the information in it.

   The first picture she saw when she closed her eyes was a tall figure facing her back on the blood-red balcony of a huge palace that was so gorgeous that it didn't look like a building in the world.

  The guy was wearing black armor with blood red decorations, it was covered with ornate and gloomy spikes, and embellished with fuchsia gems.

   He was adorned with a blood-red cloak, leaning against the railings of the balcony, holding a cup of bright red liquid in a coquettish manner.

  From the back, this guy has long white hair, and his posture is quite majestic. There are two black horns on his forehead, which are somewhat different from the devil's horns.

   You can tell that this is a big man by looking at the environment in which he exists and his aura.

   But the most peculiar thing is that a blood-colored giant sword is suspended beside him, without any support, suspended in the air like a living thing.

  The blade is slender and sharp, full of a simple beauty, and the sword grid is embellished with a bat-wing-like shape, and the tail of the sword is embellished with huge pearls.

   It was on the balcony with its owner, and under Sefir's gaze, the mysterious big man still chatted with his saber from time to time.

   is like talking to a living creature.

Then the screen flashed, and under the astonished gaze of the First Mate Long, the suspended living blade was uncommanded on the battlefield to kill the enemy. Sit and watch the scenery in that gorgeous castle.

   Just when she was wondering, the screen turned for the third time, this time a group of strangely dressed and strange-looking guys were using magic to forge some gorgeous weapons.

   In Sefir's onlookers, she could see that the prepared weapons could be suspended and kill the enemy on their own. It seems that this self-aware weapon is not a special creation, it should be a "standard equipment" in that strange country.

  The next picture is to show in detail every link of making a living blade.

   It was even so clear that Sefir could see the blood and sin inscriptions on the blade, but the First Mate Dragon was not an alchemist, and she was not good at using weapons, so she quickly chose to end the viewing.

   When he put down the blood spar, Sefir rubbed his eyes and saw that Blake took Salamaine out of his luggage and placed it on the desk in front of him.

   Obviously, the pirate intends to use the elven sword to make his living blade, or soul blade.

  The first mate dragon said to his captain:

   "Your 'friend' is really generous. He gave you such a special gift at the first meeting. Giving this to a dwarf craftsman or an elf mage will drive them crazy."

   "The Living Blade is the proud work of the Venthiers of Revenders, and those guys who use the sense of ritual to the extreme are very good at making such things.

   not only maximizes the destructive power of a weapon, but also gives the weapon a unique connection with the user.

   Powerful indeed powerful.

   But it is hard to say how valuable this knowledge is. "

  Black picked up the gold-pointing rod for alchemy, and said with a pouting:

   "You have also seen that each of the Venthyr Punishers has a living blade of their own, and this knowledge is not a secret in Revenders.

   That Denathus the Great was a very knowledgeable ruler. I once told Mal'Ganis that I admired the sword in his hand, so he gave me this knowledge as a gift.

   not only gained favor, but also gained face.

   From that alone, it can be seen that the guy is not easy to deal with. "

   Having said this, the pirate glanced at Sefir, pursed his lips, motioned her to come over to help draw the inscription, and then stroked the icy blade of Salameni in front of him, saying:

"I don't expect that I can get a bloodthirsty blade as powerful as the Remonia in his hand, like Emperor Denathius, but the living blade I made myself must at least show my own uniqueness. strength.

  After personally completing the enhancement of Salameni, this weapon can also become a nightmare for my enemies.

   It has been longing for completeness.

   This is the first step. "

   "I think if it's about alchemy, you'd better ask Dean Lanyue to come out."

  Sefir shook the alchemy solution in his hand, and cautiously said to Black:

   "Sarameni is a rare weapon. If you are not good at learning and break it, I don't think there is anyone in the world who can help you repair it.

   It would be safer to ask an alchemist to help. "

"I want it too."

  Blake rubbed his forehead and said helplessly:

   "But the most important step in the living blade is to establish a soul connection between the weapon and the user. This process cannot be faked, I have to do it myself.

   Besides, I have also been quietly learning alchemy. Although it is definitely not as good as Dean Lanyue, I always have to take the first step.

  With your help, I can at least try a few more times. "

"Um?"

   Hearing this, Seifer's eyes widened.

   She looked at Blake cautiously and said:

   "You know what?"

   "Do you think Nagfar will hide the secrets she knows from her father?"

  The stinky pirate glanced at his first mate, reached out and patted her face lightly, saying:

   "It's not a shame that you can use time magic on the ghost ship. Why do you keep hiding it from me?"

   "I am afraid of causing trouble for you."

  Sefir's cheeks were a little red, she said softly:

   "After all, don't you already know that there is a bronze dragon traitor on Nefarian's side? Although the future of this timeline has been messed up, there will still be traces in the retrospect at a certain point in time.

  You are busy with important things now, I just don’t want to bring you some more because of me. Ya! "

Before she could finish speaking, she felt a heavy blow to her buttocks, she covered it and jumped out and stared at the stinky pirate, who lowered his head as if nothing was wrong, and began to paint the inscription of sin on Salameni's sword. pattern.

   added:

   "Come here to help quickly, I'll tell you to turn the time and turn it back immediately. I don't know how many times it will take to engrave a perfect inscription, but I guess you are destined to be very tired tonight."

   "嘁."

  Sefir snorted, rubbed his face, walked forward, and whispered:

   "I was so tired that night, didn't I make it through?"

"what?"

  The pirate asked a question, and the first mate quickly changed the subject and said:

   "It's nothing, let's start quickly, I'm still supervising Nagfar's self-study at midnight, that child has been studying very seriously these days, I have to make sure she doesn't waste time.

  The ship spirit does not need to rest. "

   Her positive attitude made the pirates blink, and Blake said suspiciously:

   "Tell me honestly, is it a personal grudge for you to study so much about Nagfar's punishment?"

   This question made Sefir very dissatisfied.

   Chief Mate Long explained very seriously:

   "What are you talking about? Captain, I'm her mother Sefir, how can I have a personal grudge against my baby? If you don't believe me, look at my eyes, how sincere you are, how can you speak?"

  Black looked at Sefir's big eyes, he nodded and said:

   "Well, that seems to be true. She really messed with you, it's so sad."

It soon turned out that it was impossible to gossip and work at the same time. This attitude of fishing quickly brought trouble to the pirates. The carving knife in his hand shifted a few points, so that the first sin inscription was carved. broken.

   But in the next second, a khaki-colored time streamer shrouded the blade of Salameni, making the time go back one second.

  The pirate shook his head, looked at the carving knife in his hand and pouted, and began to complete the inscription more seriously.

   Beside him, Sefir also watched the process very seriously.

   Whenever a mistake occurs, he immediately rewinds the time to one second before the mistake. Through such cooperation, after an hour, Black finally completed the strengthening of the inscription on the double-sided sword of Salameni.

   This is just the first step.

   But it is the foundation.

   This process was completed perfectly, making the subsequent series of processes a lot smoother.

   When it was close to midnight, Salamaini in front of the pirate had completed all the strengthening steps, and there were many faint lines of pale gold and red on the silver-gray blade.

   This does not destroy the cold temperament of this weapon, on the contrary, it brings a hint of incomplete beauty unique to unfinished works.

   "Then, the last item."

  The pirate rubbed his hands together, admiring his masterpiece. He took a deep breath and placed his left hand on his chest, in front of his beating heart.

   "Your actions always make me feel like you're going to take out your heart."

  The very tired Sefir whispered beside him:

   "I see the knowledge in the blood spar. The Venthyr will quench the living blade with anima. They have a special anima forge, but we don't have it here. How can we replace it?"

   "That's not quenching.

   That is a kind of energy infusion that makes the blade have magical power, but my Salameni is a powerful magic blade, it does not need the infusion of power.

   What it needs is to complete the connection and resonance of the soul. "

   Black explains:

  "Although it is a soul connection, it sounds dangerous, but considering that the knowledge that strengthens it comes from the shadow world, I guess the truth of this emotional description is actually

   Anima!

   I want to share my anima with it to complete the first awakening of the Soul Blade.

   It is said that all legendary weapons have their own character, and I am already very much looking forward to hearing my Salameni cry for the first time in the world.

   Maybe it will call me master in a tone that pleases me. "

   "But it could also jump up and slash you."

  Seifer watched the process with wide eyes, and she whispered:

   "You made seventeen mistakes when you strengthened it just now, which is equivalent to stabbing it seventeen more times. Rounding it up is no different from a thousand cuts.

   I guess it must hurt, you know what I mean? "

"no, I can not!"

  The stinky pirate confidently extracts his own heart from his own heart.

   The process was a bit painful, making Black grin, but he still stubbornly believed that his weapon would be very loyal.

  Black put his heart on the sword of the cold Salameni, and his heart was very different from the one he had extracted from the troll before.

   is not a single color, although most of it is wrapped in purple dazzling light, but some show a mixture of bright moonlight and dark purple void.

   Anima, the pirate explained it clearly to Mr. Thacher before. This is the embodiment of personal skills after promotion. Its appearance is not a manifestation of conventional power, but a reward for superb skills.

   Considering that Blake's various skills have basically been honed to the master level, it is not surprising that his heart can show such a purple epic streamer.

  Heart could touch Salameni's sword, disappear as if melted into it, and then the sword began to vibrate.

  Black and Sefirqi took a step back, watching the changes in front of them, and the first mate dragon also grabbed Black's arm, as if he was really afraid of the sharp sword in front of him jumping up and giving them a blow.

   It turns out that Sefir thinks too much.

   "Om"

Under Blake's surprised and distressed gaze, the elven sword that "devoured" his anima bounced off the desk with a swoosh, hovering in the air as if it had life, and easily cut open the desk and the collection in the captain's room. cabinet, knocking down the skulls that Blake had meticulously collected.

   made the surrounding books flutter in the sky again, and in the mess, it slowly calmed down, and approached the pirate under the envelope of the light of anima, hanging in front of him.

   seems to be looking at him.

   A few seconds later, a timid voice sounded in the dead captain's room:

   "Are you... my master? Sorry, I seem to have broken a lot of things."

  “Shu”

  Sefir's eyes suddenly changed. She glared at Black fiercely, as if she was asking:

  Why is your sword a lady?

  The pirate spread his hands innocently and shrugged, meaning:

   The bad news is that I also don't know what it will be Ms.

   But the good news is that from now on, I, Blake Shaw, are also a big pirate with a sword girl!

  yo, stinky pirate, it's so rowdy!

   (end of this chapter)