Azeroth Shadow Trail

   Chapter 1333 83. Your Lich King Temporary Experience Coupon has been loaded, remember to renew

   "Frostmourne doesn't need destruction, it needs a master, which is why the demons threw it into the world."

  Black didn't feel what happened just now, he just felt that the Salameni sister swords, who were killing the enemy on the battlefield, were rushing towards this side at a fast speed.

   Probably the two sword girls came to "escort" them out of fear of their master's safety.

   This is not a bad thing.

   In the dark and cold hall, he glanced at the Prophet, and Velen looked at Black.

  The pirate coughed and said:

   "Yes, you are their chosen sword bearer, but unfortunately, you got rid of that shameful conspiracy by 'relying on yourself' and 'with the help of the nobles'.

   I would also like to congratulate His Excellency the Prophet who has a long fortune here.

   You are so lucky to have escaped a shameful trap created just for you, which is really a great thing. "

   The stinky pirate laughed and said something meaningful to the prophet, who nodded, coming from Blake's "over-the-word" that he understood from the tacit understanding between the prophets.

   Velen glanced at the demon son who was bound beside him.

   He knew that he owed Black a huge favor.

The    pirate glanced at Hisari Black Crow, who had completed the mission very well. The latter snorted expressionlessly, knowing that it was not good for him to be used as a **** by the stinky pirates.

But since she was already used to Black's **** style, she didn't feel much anger in her heart. Instead, she felt that she could save the future of this troubled race by saving the Prophet of the Draenei with her own hands. to rejoice.

   Finally, Black turned his gaze to the ice-blue magic sword spinning in front of him. In this dark hall full of undead, he said:

   "We must find a master for it here, otherwise Frostmourne will not be satisfied, it must have a good swordsman to exert all its power."

"I come!"

  Large Lord Ravenkeys took a step forward and said without hesitation:

   "This sword reveals the breath of death from the inside out, and any living person who touches it will be corroded mercilessly. Only I am the most suitable dead person here!

  My will is strong enough, I can”

   "No, you can't, High Lord."

  Black shook his head and said:

   "This magic sword was born in the world of the dead, it was forged by the most legendary and powerful Eternal in that world, and the knowledge and power it carries come directly from the firstborn who shaped the death stars.

   It was born for the sole purpose of spreading death and chaos throughout the material world of the stars.

   It's a pity though.

But you can't even resist the bewitchment of Apocalypse. You have to face the power of soul **** at least ten times that of Apocalypse's Frostmourne. The moment you touch it, you will be turned into a sad sword by it. slave'. "

   "Don't bother!"

  The demon cub Rakish, who was bound by Velen's holy light, witnessed the discussion among the mortals. This guy who had a complicated life and was rescued by his father sneered and said:

   "Do you know why the demons must choose the Prophet Velen as the sword bearer?

  Because Velen is the 'benchmark' for swordsmen!

   In order to perfectly control this magic sword, the mind and will of the sword holder must not be weaker than Velen. For mortals, this is really a terrifying and despairing standard. "

"yes."

  The devil's sarcasm made Black nodded again and again, he rubbed his chin, looked at Frostmourne and said:

   "Even I, who have always been confident, don't have the courage to touch it. Although I think I have a high probability of being fine, why should I gamble on matters of life?"

   "The same willpower as a prophet? Are you kidding me?"

   Hisari Crow said with a tone of despair:

   "Your Excellency Velen has lived for more than 30,000 years! He led his clan in the stars to avoid the pursuit of demons for 25,000 years, and he is still the most powerful divine choice among the stars!

   How many people in the entire group of stars can match his willpower? "

   "No no no, living for a long time does not mean strong willpower, and the temptation of Frostmourne is not a simple willpower confrontation, it will magnify the dark side of the swordsman's heart.

   And everyone has darkness in their hearts. "

  Black shook his head and looked at the Prophet, he said:

   "I didn't mean to offend you, Lord Prophet, but as far as I know, there are at least two people on this battlefield who are stronger than the Prophet.

  Brox Saurfang and my stupid sister Fenna.

  In the field of willpower, warriors with iron wills are the real leaders. But sadly, I can't allow any of them to hold the sword. "

   "What should we do now?"

   Lord Ravencrest stared at the dark magic sword spinning in front of him that was constantly tempting people. He said:

   "We must control it. If the sword bearer can control the undead on the battlefield, then we will win this battle. If we let it continue to cause chaos, the longer the battle, the greater the possibility of our defeat."

   "That's why I'm here."

   Black snapped his fingers and said:

   "I have a way of 'cheating'.

   I can channel the power of the Elder Venerable into the soul of a dedicated warrior, granting him or her temporary protection against Frostmourne's soul-infestation.

   But suffering from the erosion of death and void at the same time means that there is a high probability that the warrior will be disintegrated after the will of the soul is exhausted. "

   "Then it's me!"

  Ravencase, the dead man gritted his teeth and said:

   "I will give everything to win this victory!

   This is the first battle of the eternal war between the Black Raven Chapter and the Demons. As the leader of the Black Raven Knights, I must win a glorious victory for them. "

   "You still have a wife and children, great lord, calm down and think about them."

  The great lord's self-recommendation was instantly rejected by Black, he shook his head and said:

   "Without your leadership, the Black Ravens will lose their souls, and you are no less important to the Knights of the Black Ravens than Illidan is to the Illidari.

   And you are an important figure in uniting the forces of the Kaldorei in the demon wars that are about to begin on our world.

  Your tragic death here is not what I want to see. "

   Just as they were discussing, a petite figure that no one noticed clenched his fists.

   She seemed to have made up her mind, and after a few seconds, amid the exclamations of the undead and prophets around, she quickly rushed to the altar and reached out to grab the floating magic sword.

"Snapped"

  Blake's head-wolf edge knocked the petite figure to the ground, and the great lord's magic sword Apocalypse also pressed against her scarred neck.

   "It's not something you can touch! Weak undead."

  Ravencase scolded:

   "Did you not hear the warnings we just said? You are so weak that you will be manipulated and controlled by it the moment you touch it. Did you decide to commit suicide in this way after you died?

  I know that the dead have psychological problems!

   But such a silent death is not a good experience. "

   "I just don't have time to listen to your discussion!"

   The female draenei who was pinned to the ground by the pirates and the death lord raised her head, the blood-red soul fire in her eyes was beating, representing her strong emotions.

   she shouted:

   "There are still so many people suffering outside, and I can hear their mourning, just like the massacres and tragedies I heard and saw in the Temple of Karabor.

   At that time I couldn't stop this.

   But now. I might.”

   On her forehead, the Seal of the Archon, which had just been given by Velen with the mark of enlightenment, was beating, sketching a dim but vivid light, representing the excited mind of this undead.

   "Yo, Yrel, if it were you"

  Blake did not reject the female undead as bluntly as Lord Ravencrest, he just looked at the draenei-hoofed undead in front of him with a weird look.

   After a few seconds, the smelly pirate released his weapon and gestured to the high lord.

   The latter looked at Blake suspiciously, and he said in a serious voice:

   "Are you sure you want her to try it? Once it can't control itself, Frostmourne with the sword-wielding full blast will bury us all here!"

   "I am a prophet, high lord, and I can see fate."

  Blake looked at the disgraced female undead rising from the ground, whose strength was not even a legend. There was a strange light in his eyes, and he said in a low voice:

   "What you are standing in front of is not an ordinary undead. Her destiny to greatness has been cut off by death, but she still has the aptitude to become a great one or a brutal one.

   No matter what choices she makes, the world will change because of her.

   I think she could give it a try.

   It doesn't hurt for us. "

After   , the pirate turned sideways, made a "please" gesture to Yrel, and put his hand on her neck.

   At this moment, the female undead felt a cold and tyrannical will melt into her soul like a tide, and Blake's voice also sounded in the process of Xalatas strengthening her soul.

He says:

   "With your strength, even if you pick up Frostmourne, your soul will not be destroyed by my 'cheating' method, and you will have to put it down after ten minutes at most.

  Don't try to challenge yourself!

  You have to understand that what you hold in your hands is the fate of this world that you regard as your second home. "

"Um."

   Yrel pursed his lips and nodded.

  As a dead person, she took a deep breath and reached out to hold the Frostmourne magic sword buzzing in front of her while everyone around her, including the undead, watched anxiously and expectantly.

   The moment her fingers touched the hilt of the magic blade, Blake's voice suddenly sounded in her mind:

   "Uh, I have a question I've been concerned about. I hope it doesn't offend you.

   After you were caught by Kargath Bladefist, you spent a long time in his arena. Well, you don't have to try to deceive me, little girl, I know exactly when you died.

   You did not die in the massacre of Karabor.

  You hid this from others, because you have experienced a more tragic fate, and you can tell by looking at the wounds on your body. And what I'm curious about is, did the orcs do anything terribly wrong to you in that arena?

  Well, you are an adult girl, you should understand what I want to ask.

   Well, please satisfy the curiosity of my sleazy pirate. "

   The question silenced Yrel for several seconds.

Then she grabbed the hilt of Frostmourne in front of her, and as the power of death poured into the body of this weak undead, Yrel's soul let out an unspeakable whimper even with Xal'atath's protection. .

   In the overwhelmed whine, Yrel endured the pain and said to the pirate word by word:

   "It was those humiliations. That gave me strength! But you want to know about that. I'll tell you, no! I died as a warrior.

   Before I die, I hack to death any orc that tries to get close to me! "

   "Well, it's really a pity."

  Blake curled his lips. He watched the red soul fire of Yrel transform into a bone-piercing icy blue little by little. He picked up his pipe and whispered:

   "I have something that might cheer you up and keep you going longer without actively seeking out the news of your own self-destruction. Your foe, Kargath Bladefist, is still alive, in my turf.

  Want to kill him with your own hands? "

   "Think! Every day and night of death, every minute of resurrection, in the name of those who died with me, I want to kill him with my own hands!

   This has nothing to do with hatred.

   has nothing to do with my suffering.

   is just an eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth, and blood for blood! "

  Yrel, who held Frostmourne, opened his mouth, and cold air rushed down from her forehead, creating an extremely cold skeleton mask and frost crown on her cheeks.

   These two things complemented the seal of the Archon on Yrel's forehead.

   She turned her head and looked behind her. The moment when the undead in the hall raised the magic sword, the blood-red soul fires in their eyes turned into the same blue as Yrel.

   This is like a signal.

   Centered on the hall of Karabor Temple, a roaring will swept across the entire Shadowmoon Valley like an invisible shock wave, and the mindless undead who were killing and attacking all over the battlefield stopped in unison at this moment.

   They roared and cheered in the direction of the Temple of Karabor, celebrating the arrival of their master and commander.

   A lot of redundant actions on this battlefield made the undead quickly cut down by the surrounding demons, but it didn't matter, the next second, they dragged their mutilated and burning bodies to stand up again.

   More undead are being awakened.

   In the roar of Frostmourne, the ancient tombs began to riot, and even the Shadowmoon cemetery, the deepest hidden and destroyed Shadowmoon Clan, began a carnival of the dead.

  The dead, no matter when or where they died.

   They are called to war.

   They must respond!

   Even the great lord Ravencrest couldn't control his soul of the dead and wanted to bow down to the petite woman holding the magic sword in front of him. But Apocalypse grabbed the soul of the great lord viciously and beat his will repeatedly to make him sober.

  No kneeling!

   Don't kneel down for my trashy sister!

asshole!

  You are my sword bearer!

   No matter how weak you are, it will bite your soul in one bite!

   "If you want to, just try to survive."

   The smelly pirate grinned, set his dwarf pocket watch to the ten-minute countdown, and hung it on Yrel's arm. He made a time-flowing gesture and said in a bad tone:

   "Remember, your 'Lich King Experience Coupon' is only ten minutes, and if you die again, Kargath Bladefist can go on and on.

   That's not what you want to see either, right?

  Dead soul with a will to die, I will give you a reason to live, don't let me down.

Now"

  Black pointed to the battlefield outside the hall and said:

   "Have you seen those demons who are wreaking havoc in your world, showing off their power and being so arrogant, and feeling that they will definitely win?"

"Um."

   Holding a magic sword and wearing a crown, Yrel nodded, like a killing machine waiting to go out.

  The pirate's finger waved down, and said in a deep voice in Yrel's soul:

   "Crush them!"

   (end of this chapter)