Azeroth Shadow Trail

   Chapter 1081 177. Can you block the millions of years of my punch?

  Black received the guardian's order in the Hall of Origin, which made his next communication with the Tol'vir very smooth.

These brave big cats are obedient to the instructions of their gods, although they are afraid of the legendary weapon that brought disaster to their people, but after hearing that it is related to the great cause of the Titans, the sun priests They immediately dispatched guides to lead the pirates to the depths of the desert where the cursed weapon was buried.

  Black rode behind the winged tol'vir warrior, and was carried through the wind and sand by the flying cat.

  The two weapons were buried in the deserted sand dunes far from the city, a full proof of the tol'vir resentment against it.

   "I heard that the legendary blacksmith Ilmater, who forged the Fist of the Heavens, is a household name among your race, and that blacksmith who is proficient in legendary craftsmanship has also forged other magical weapons with magical powers in his life.

   Are they all in the hands of the tol'vir now? "

  Black clutched the big cat's warm grey mane, he asked in the wind.

   And the big cat warrior wearing the traditional style of the tol'vir with a dog head or a jackal head mask did not hide it. He used a strange six-pointed sunglasses to distinguish the direction, and answered in a loud voice:

   "Yes, the four wind machetes left by Lord Ilmat are the sacred relics of the Tol'vir. It is said that the four knives contain the essence of the four wind lords of the Sky Wall.

   The samurai who wield them can easily summon the power of the storm to crush their enemies.

  The three clans of our tol'vir keep one of them each.

The royal family of Ramkahen has the cold blade of the north wind, the Osis clan guarding the secret covenant has the poisonous blade of the west wind, and the cunning but prosperous Neferset clan has the blade of the south wind that calls lightning. .

  Unfortunately, the most powerful blade of the East Wind, which represents the rough desert hot wind, has perished in this vast desert along with the tragic defeat of Lord Ilmat and his clan.

  We also call it 'Hot Air Scimitar'.

   Every year, groups of young lads cross the desert in an attempt to retrieve the endlessly powerful hot air machete, but unfortunately no one can get his wish.

  The sun priests said that it was the will of fate, and they told the three tribes of the tol'vir to be vigilant and teach a lesson.

  The zealous pursuit of uncontrollable power will lead to a tragic end like Lord Ilmater.

  If a wise and powerful legend like him can't resist the scourge of greed, then ordinary people like us should be more in awe of power. "

   "I don't think Irmat's adventure failed because he was too greedy, and I don't think a legendary warrior like you can call himself an 'ordinary man'."

  Blake scoffed at the idea that everything was down to fate.

   He glanced at the surrounding desert, gave a small flattery to the valiant tol'vir warrior who was flying with him, and said:

   "He was just unprepared, too reckless. Victory over the Lord of the Four Winds made him fly, and he didn't realize that Al'Akir and Lord of the Four Winds were completely different opponents.

   He should be more cautious.

   In other words, the lesson you can learn from Ilmater's story should not be to restrain the pursuit of desire, but to learn the omnipotent wisdom in order to grasp the thread of destiny. "

   "Perhaps, traveler."

   Tol'vir Big Cat did not argue with the pirates, he said:

"I think you have some truth in what you said. This may be the wisdom that fate gave me today, and I am going to send you down. The Fist of the Heavens is buried in the ruins of the sand dunes ahead, which is a great place for all Tol'vir. The land of doom.

   A city of our tribe and all their souls is buried there, and no one will come near there.

   So the rest of the way you have to go by yourself.

   The fists of the heavens

   Take it away.

   Take it away from this desert forever, and take its curses and disasters away from here. "

   "Wow, you are so generous."

  Black rubbed his hands together and said:

   "Other civilizations would not give up such a relic, although you don't know much about me, but please believe me, you have received my goodwill.

   When my mechanical gnome subordinates figure out a way to get rid of the curse of flesh and blood, I promise that this service will only charge you the lowest price.

   This is my kind response to your generosity. "

   "If you can really get rid of the curse of flesh and blood on us, believe me, the traveler named Black Shaw, we tol'vir are willing to give you all the treasures in this desert."

   The Natovir warrior fell to the ground laughing.

   He handed the six-pointed sunglasses in his hand to Blake, made a traditional blessing to him, then turned around and flapped his wings and left the desert.

   "That's what you said yourself."

  Black watched the Natovir warrior fly into the sky, playing with the sunglasses in his hand, and said:

   "When the time comes, I will ask you for money, so don't give it to you. Oops, I forgot to ask your name, but the Sun Priest told me that you are also a powerful person."

  The pirate looked at the sunglasses in his hand and found an inscription at the bottom with the name of the owner of the mirror written on it.

   "Tarim?"

  Black read the inscription, rubbed his chin and said:

   "In the human language, the word should be translated as 'Sunwatcher', well, a good name for the tol'vir who worship the sun, moon and stars."

  The stinky pirate gave a compliment, then picked up the sextant and walked into the dune in front of him.

   Relying on this exquisite tool, he quickly found the ruins of the buried weapon with the traces of sunlight differentiation, and then summoned his own demon servants, pointing to the ground to the crazy and irritable Clinflan and said:

   "It's here! Dig hard!"

  The devil wanted to complain a few words.

   But it didn't want to offend its increasingly powerful master, so it could only drop its violent magic battle axe, grab the shovel, and start digging down.

   Taking this opportunity, Blake took out the lamp god's emblem and kept rubbing it, and soon summoned the lamp **** Al Abbas into this desert.

   The lamp **** appeared in the wind as before.

   But this time it did not immediately join hands and salute to Blake, but looked around, and soon turned its attention to the desert in the distance. In the sound like the wind blowing the woods, it said with emotion:

"Well, Uldum with endless secrets, I haven't been to the earth closest to the sky wall in the material world for many years. You summoned me, do you have good news to tell me? My dear collaborator ."

"certainly."

  Black coughed, and said to the Djinn:

"I have explained our plan to the Lord of War and his Titan Protector brothers, and they have expressed their approval. And I have promised to do my best to help us kill the crazy Al'Akir if necessary, and help the Windseeker become a new the wind god.

  I'm going to tell you this good news, and by the way, how is your plan going? "

   "Everything is going well, my friend."

  Deng Shen let out a low laugh and said proudly:

   "Your pirate friend Gaboa is very similar to you, but he is not you after all, and he is not that difficult to deal with. After I told him that I could take him to the top of the swirling cloud, he immediately chose to cooperate with me.

   I have given him the Vial of Resurrection.

  He is heading towards this sea area and will arrive here tomorrow.

  He will help us kill Al'Akir's bastards, collect enough Essence of the Wind, and undertake the evil deed of assassinating the subjects of the wind element.

   I know, he must have his own little abacus,

   But I don't care, you promised him to be yours to deal with, so I won't consider the threat he brings, it's something you need to consider.

   In addition, the blacksmith you recommended is very good.

  The dwarf named Bronzebeard has forged the prototype of the Blade of Quiet Wind in the Sunwell, and soon, the elemental holy blade of the Wind Chaser will also be ready.

   We can wake him up soon. "

   "I have to say, it was a real pleasure working with you."

   Black whistled and said:

   "I will go to meet Gaboa tomorrow, and secretly guarantee that my ambitious colleague will fulfill his agreement, and we will not have to participate in the negotiations between Alakir and the Titan Guardians.

   When their negotiation breaks down, it will be the time when His Royal Highness the Wind Chaser becomes the God of Wind. And with Alakir's uncertain insanity, it's only a matter of time before the talks break down. "

   "Well, I never doubted that."

   Lamp God nodded.

   It discussed some details with Black and decided to leave to continue working.

   It is very busy now, and the priesthood of the **** of trading is restraining it. But just as Al Abbas was about to leave, the demon digging beside him finally dug out what Black wanted.

   It was a weapon box that was sealed in layers. Blake grabbed Salamaine, who was suspended beside him, and slashed it down with precision to split the weapon box.

  The moment it was opened, a gust of wind swirled in the desert ruins, rapidly increasing its power, and set off a big explosion here.

   as a response to the rebirth of the Cursed Blade.

   "The Fist of the Heavens?"

   Deng Shen immediately exclaimed when he saw a pair of Tol'vir-style fist blades in the box.

  It waved its claws and used its power as a demigod of the wind element to forcibly disperse the surging storms around it, and in the quicksand splashing, it said to Black with a hint of regret:

   "Oops, if we knew you could find this pair of fist blades, we wouldn't have to let Bronzebeard forge the Blade of Quiet Wind, which is also an elemental holy blade.

   Although it is difficult for them to fully match the power of His Highness the Windseeker. "

   "You think beautifully, why would I just give it to someone else? This is a supremely swift weapon, best suited for assassins.

   After Salameni became the Soul Blade, I was short of melee weapons that I could use. "

  Blake laughed a few times, reached out and grabbed the two alien-shaped fist blades in the box, which were more like fist stabs than fist blades.

  It has a broad triangular shape as a whole, the edge is edged, the center is separated like a tuning fork, the handle is at the back, and the elemental energy gathered by the light blue wind core flows inside, making its surface covered with fine lightning.

   As the pirates hold it, they can feel the wind blowing around.

   This power is not tame.

   It doesn't belong to Black yet, the master of this power is not dead, it is still remotely manipulating the pair of fists to punish these fanatics who covet unruly winds.

   "You get them, but you don't get them all."

   Dengshen watched Blake wield that punch and stab in place to strike a cool combo, he shook his head and said:

   "It's infused with the power of the wind rider, it doesn't allow it, you can't mobilize the unruly wind, unless you can kill Al'Akir and take that power for yourself.

   After seeing you get them, I have a new appreciation for your determination.

Well, I've been thinking about how to repay your help, and it's hard for me to find a trade that satisfies your desire. I can help you reshape this pair of legendary fists into the most suitable form for you to fight. .

   It is the Elemental Sacred Blade.

   It can change posture.

   As the wind element, I can help you, do you need it? "

"certainly!"

  Blake couldn't let go of the benefits of being delivered to the door. He looked at the two stabs in his hand, thought for a moment, and said:

   "Forge it into a glove.

   allows me to clench them for punching, allows me to still use weapons while I'm carrying them, and attach gust of wind to other weapons. "

   "This one is easy."

  Deng Shen stretched out his claws and held the Fist of the Heavens in Black's hand. When it used its own wind power, Black could clearly feel the elemental holy blade in his hand changing its posture.

   It seemed to melt, covering the hands of the pirate, and the icy blade was changing, and soon it cooled to a cold, steel-like shape.

   It is wrapped around the pirate's cane and fingers, forming a seemingly heavy but still very light shape, just like a split-fingered boxing glove. When the pirate closes his fingers, there are cyan lightning splashes.

   On the backs of the two fists, the emblem with the element of wind is constantly rotating, as if it is really clenching the power of the wind.

   "Yes, I am satisfied."

  Blake clenched the big fists of both hands, put them in front of him and banged them a few times.

   pulled out a dazzling light of lightning, then relaxed his five fingers and clasped Salameni beside him. The moment he clasped the hilt, the power of lightning soaring also extended to the blade.

   "Itchy, itchy! Hate this feeling! Stay away from us!"

   But his sword girl quickly expressed her dissatisfaction.

In the two-channel screams of the two sword maidens, they flew out of Black's big fists. Obviously, neither Sarator nor Eremeni liked to be held by the fists covered with the power of wind. The feeling of living.

  The pirate put his fists in front of his eyes, and the character card quickly gave the entry:

  Name: Fist of the Heavens

  Quality: Excellent·Legend 【Power Seal】

  Attribute: [Curse of the Wind Rider·Invisible]

  Item Description:

  Even if you hold it, it still doesn't belong to you, Al'Akir is eager to take back his power, you have become a stumbling block for the wind rider. Be careful of the cold wind blowing behind you.

   "Wow, I will never die with Alakir. This hatred will make my allies trust me more, and will also bring me new power after the death of His Majesty the Wind God.

   This is the reward I long for, who would despise their own magic weapon? "

  Black raised the cute but cute big fists high in his hands, made a classic Hulk move, and then threw them back into his luggage.

   He waved his hand to disperse his demons, threw a shadowy fury to smash the excavated traces, and in the sudden wind and sand, turned back to the lamp **** and said:

   "I can't wait to see the downfall of the Wind Rider, so, can you give me a ride? My friend, take me to Gaboa's Reaper.

   Do me a favor by the way.

   On my ship, there was a idiot blue dragon little star, who brought her and her loyal guards too.

   Although it is to serve the great cause of His Highness the Windchaser, I would also like to meet my friend's small cause as part of the reward for my loyal service. "

   "Of course, your request will be honored."

   Deng Shen said indifferently:

   "His Royal Highness the Windchaser is a generous ruler, and the storms he evokes will reward friends, and friends like you are fully entitled to share the power of the sky with us.

   Take a deep breath, friend.

  The strong wind will send you to your destination, just a friendly reminder, it will be a little bumpy. "

   (end of this chapter)