Azeroth Shadow Trail

   Chapter 1343 93. I have finished that good fight. So, it's time to get down to business, right?

   "Something fell!"

   Aggramar's disappearance in the flames caused everyone in Draenor to breathe a sigh of relief.

   No matter who they are, they are grateful for the rest of their lives today, and even the most sincere Paladins have to admit that they saved their lives today.

   But soon, the sharp-eyed Kael'thas pointed to the sky and shouted.

   And Blake, who was still mourning just now, opened his eyes instantly, and an ecstasy flashed in his eyes.

   This villain no doubt made another **** plan in a split second.

   His figure disappeared in an instant, and flashed in the sky again. He grabbed the thing that fell from the sky, and then spread his handsome and wide bat wings and dived towards the ground.

   As he landed, everyone rushed to try to save Brox Saurfang.

   But unfortunately, this old orc who cut a **** in the front is no longer saved. It is not so much a corpse that Blake brought back, it is a black remnant.

That's horrible.

  There is no good place in Brox's whole body. The blood of his body is evaporated by Aggramar's divine flame, and his skin and bones are burnt to shocking people.

   Only the cheeks are still intact.

  This old orc maintained that fierce stance with glaring eyes until his death, and even looking at this expression, he could feel the cry of his final blow.

   "Puff"

  The tearful Varok Saurfang knelt beside his brother's corpse. This old warrior, who has always been known for his bravery and fortitude, no longer concealed his weakness at this moment.

   And behind him, Brox's daughter Sora fell into a coma on the spot.

  Even the fat and shameless Great Chief Reid kneeled on one knee with respect, which was also the choice of all orcs, and they were paying their respects to Brox in this way.

   This is definitely the most powerful warrior and the greatest hero ever born in the history of the orcs. If the craziest Grom Hellscream is here, he can only reluctantly admit the exploits of this old undead warrior.

   That was a great cause he could never achieve.

  Brocks confronted the gods and saved a world. He even cut the gods to hell. If this is a glorious achievement, the old thing Brox completely locked it in the moment just now.

   No other warrior has this opportunity to surpass him.

   What a cunning bastard.

   "Blessed are the brave, and the inexhaustible light of courage will guide them forward."

  The old prophet Velen lowered his head and put his hand on the shoulders of the silently crying Varok.

  The draenei people still have a mortal blood feud with the orcs, but at this moment, all the draenei present temporarily put down their disgust and hostility.

   No matter what the starting point of this orc's great deeds, there is no doubt that he saved the world.

   In the face of such a contribution, even the meanest person can’t say anything disrespectful.

   "See? Knight Turalyon."

  The prince of Lordaeron, Arthas Menethil, wiped his eyes, pointed to Brox's body, and said to the silent great knight Turalyon beside him:

   "That's why I don't want to go back to the embrace of the Holy Light. As a Paladin, I have limits, I can only give everything for my beliefs and become a defender and a punisher.

   But that's not what I want!

   I am eager to do more!

  Things that cannot be propelled by faith, things that only warriors can do.

   I now declare as a human being that Brox Saurfang is my most admired warrior, should no one have any objection? No one will jump out and accuse me of being a human traitor? "

   "Such great souls cannot be distinguished by narrow races, Your Royal Highness."

   The embarrassing "Weeper" Archmage Ansrem tore the suicide note he had just written, and whispered to Arthas:

   "If I were a rude warrior, I would also adore this venerable orc, who has done more than hatred of the past and deserves to be missed by both the worlds of Draenor and Azeroth.

   But, Your Highness, I want to remind you that Brocks is Brocks, there is only one soul like him, and you cannot keep a good impression on all orcs because of this. "

   "Don't go over!"

   Just as the little prince and the archmage were discussing, a roar broke out in the crowd, and the red-eyed Garrosh grabbed the axe to block the death lord Ravencrest.

  The rude young man stared at the death knights in front of him, and he roared:

   "You are not allowed to desecrate his body!"

   "I really want to do that, Orc, I'd rather destroy a world than get him."

  Ravencase said expressionlessly:

   "If Brox can become a death knight, I would rather hand over command of the Black Ravens to him and be his lieutenant willingly.

   But for now, I just want to go and pay tribute to the warriors.

  Trust me, young man, it is impossible for me to forcibly awaken such a strong will, you must know that a soul like him has the right to choose even in the face of death.

   No one can wake him from death unless he voluntarily. "

   "The High Lord is right, Garrosh, get out of the way."

  The exhausted Elder Drek'Thar said:

   "Brox has got the peace he wants, his sacrifice should be mourned by all, and don't let the elves read our orc jokes."

  The stubborn Young Master Roar was still reluctant to let go. He shouted loudly until he was kicked away by Varok with a rough kick. Well, the weak Young Master Roar was knocked unconscious by the kick.

  Lord Ravencrest took a bouquet of freshly picked flowers from his adjutant in an elf-style manner, and leaned over to place it beside Brox's body. When he got up, he glanced at the smelly pirate opposite.

   He saw the light in the smelly pirate's eyes.

   So he understood everything in an instant.

   Black, the prophet in black, obviously had other arrangements for Brox Saurfang's fate after his death. It seems that the villain does not need to be the one himself.

   Well, thinking of the fact that there is another strong person in the death camp, this is really a beautiful thing.

   The indifferent High Lord's mouth curved up, his smile was fleeting, and when he got up, he returned to his previous indifferent attitude.

   "Everyone, listen to me."

  Blake spread his hands and said to a group of people around him:

   "Today has been so exciting, I think everyone urgently needs to rest now, the war has just ended, and the world has been preserved, so let's have fun tonight.

  We will wait until tomorrow for all the questions.

  The orcs also need to gather up the remains of Brox and Ner'zhul. Don't gather here, keep your mourning in your heart, and leave the space to the orcs.

   After all, they lost two worthy heroes today, just like us. "

   "Black is right."

   The Prophet Velen sighed deeply, and he said to the crowd;

   "Everyone, go to rest and have fun. For the future we just won, leave your sorrows for tomorrow."

   "And the five rings that fell down before"

   Kaelthas reminded in a low voice:

   "It turns out that these rings have the potential to transform mortal warriors, and now that they're in a different area of ​​Draenor, we need to get them back.

  The most important thing is, return to the original owner! "

   This small "reminder" made everyone immediately awe.

  Staghelm sent Hamuul, Kael'thas personally went out, and the draenei vigilante commander Maraad wanted to go in person, but was persuaded by Garona to do it for her.

   And Chief Reid was even more eager to grab Varok and asked him to bring back the Heart of Rock.

   "Then, my dear warden."

  Black turned his head to the silent Maiev and said:

   "Can you help me bring my Blood Drinker Ring back?"

   "Those rings aren't soul-bound, are they?"

   Maiev whispered:

   "They can be used by different users, as long as the other party can grab these rings from your hands, are you not afraid that I will run away with them?

   With that thing, I can kill you easily. "

   "You can try, but fail at your own risk."

  Black glanced at the luminous "beacon of death" on Maiev's body. The 500% damage bonus made him not feel that he would be defeated by Maiev.

  With this thing, Blake is the real "Maev's natural enemy" and "Shadowsong nemesis".

"Humph"

   Ms. Warden snorted, took a step back, and disappeared into the shadows.

   As the "Searching for the Ring Expedition" set off, everyone present scattered, and it was only at this time that Blake noticed that his stupid sister was squatting not far away, wiping tears and crying.

   Stupid baby is so wronged.

   "Hmmmm? What happened? Why are you crying so hard? Who bullied you?"

  Blake walked over and touched Fenna's head, and whispered:

   "Tell me, I'm going to ask that **** how to make you cry so miserably. It's as pitiful as an auntie Liang who was robbed of a lollipop."

   "You're still talking nonsense!"

   Fenna smacked the stinky brother with tears in dissatisfaction. She placed the bag in front of her at the feet of the pirates with great distress, and unfolded it again.

   said again with a weeping voice:

   "Look! That old greenskin made my precious sword like this, what should I do? Ashbringer is my favorite sword, and it's gone now."

   Black squatted beside the stupid sister, carefully looking at the broken sword that was held up by the cloth in front of him.

   Indeed, Fenna was right.

  The Ashbringer is completely ruined.

   The holy sword of light that was hammered out by Muradin Bronzebeard was now broken into more than a dozen pieces of different sizes, but the hilt remained intact.

   Obviously, no matter how powerful the weapons forged by mortals are, they cannot stand against the relics of the Titans.

   But the stinky pirates soon found the most important part of the Ashbringer in these fragments, the Atama crystal that was forged into an oval crystal by Muradin's dwarf forging secrets.

   He put the dim crystal in front of him to examine it carefully. After a few seconds, he said to Fina:

   "Stop crying, there is still help."

"Um?"

  Fina wiped her eyes and looked at the magical stinky brother.

  Blake threw the crystal in his hand up and down, winked at Fenna and said:

   "This naaru's remains crystal is still intact and has not suffered much damage, you just need to find a strong enough naaru to charge it, and then the Ashbringer can reshape it.

You have to understand that Muradin told you when he forged this sword. The blade of this sword is only used to carry the power of the Holy Light of this crystal. It doesn't matter if it is intact or broken. difference.

   As long as you can restore the crystal. "

   "The draenei have naaru tangrams there!"

   Stupid Fina immediately said eagerly:

   "We've helped them so much, and I shouldn't be rejected if I ask them to help recharge?"

   "Do you think this Atama crystal is something that can be seen everywhere?"

  Black grabbed the dim crystal and tapped it on the stupid sister's head, making a hollow sound, he threw the crystal to Fenna and said:

   "This crystal is the remains of the most powerful member of the Naruli, not just any naaru can charge it, you must find a naaru as powerful as A'dal.

  Be patient, there will be opportunities in the future. "

  The smelly pirate pointed to the shadow of the Argus world reflected in the sky, and whispered to Fenna:

   "I tell you quietly, there are not only demons in that world, but also people who have been fighting against demons, and their leader is a very powerful Naru.

   But I'm curious, you knew before that, as a warrior, it is impossible for you to have the Ashbringer, and one day you will send it to its true owner.

  Why do you have to work so hard to preserve it? "

   "Hey, you're not a warrior, you certainly can't understand this complicated feeling."

  Fina wrapped up the Broken Ash Messenger full of energy. She rolled her eyes and said to her stinky brother with contempt:

   "We warriors don't want to have a perfect weapon, like a sharp blade like the Ashbringer, it's the best thing to be friends with. I'm going to give it away in the future, it doesn't mean I can't have it now.

   This kind of feeling is like an old mother giving her daughter to marry, and she must find the most suitable owner for her. "

   "Uh, your metaphor is weird."

  Black picked up his pipe and complained:

   "It's really a magical metaphor for the stupid Fina, so, when you go back to Azeroth, do something for me."

   He said to Finna:

   "Take the broken holy sword in your hand to Valhalla and show it to Odin. You don't need to say anything other than today's affairs. The great king of war will understand and understand what I mean."

   "Wow, this is all arranged by you?"

  Fina widened her eyes and said:

   "You are good or bad. Fortunately, you are my brother, otherwise I would have stabbed you to death with a sword. But I still have to walk around Draenor, and I may go back after a while.

  I saw those flaming sword saints on the battlefield before, I am going to visit their holy place, maybe I can learn two moves, and I have to wrestle with Velen.

   I heard that the draenei's Jedne ritual is a competition of their strongest melee skills. "

   "No! Leave Shadowmoon Valley now and go back to Azeroth. You can come here anytime, but you must do what I tell you right now."

  Black looked around and whispered in Fenna's ear:

   "No matter what happens in the past few days, you are not allowed to come back to me. No matter what you hear, you should not hear it. Just do your thing, understand?"

"Uh-huh."

  Fina pecked on the cheek of the stinky brother, carried the burden of the Ashbringer fragments, whistled to summon her own red dragon eagle mount, and flew into the sky very chic and obedient to return to Azeroth.

  Black watched her leave, took off his pipe and breathed out the smoke ring. At the same time, Xalatas whispered in Black's ear:

   "Little master, you have left Fenna and Maiev, are you planning to start action?"

"Um."

The    pirate nodded, glanced in the direction of Karabor Temple, and said:

   "Aren't we here for this? Now that we've saved the world, we should get paid, right? After all, I'm not a fool who does good deeds without expecting anything in return.

   as originally planned.

  Delano has already received a gift from the Prophet in Black. Now, Azeroth should also get his own 'gift', otherwise Baby Aixing will be unhappy.

   As a prophet, I can't favor one over another. "

   (end of this chapter)