Azeroth Shadow Trail

   Chapter 1347 97. Frostmourne. Full

  Black comers are not good.

   This can be seen from what he said in front of the undead. This daring pirate wanted to take Frostmourne away, which was immediately coldly rejected by the undead.

  The undead seldom use words to express their thoughts, and they prefer to use actions to make others understand themselves rather than rotten vocal cords.

   So with the sound of weapons being unsheathed one after another, Black was instantly surrounded by this group of draenei undead awakened by Frostmourne.

   Every dead man's eyes shone with a cold and cold light, which meant that as long as the stinky pirate made the slightest move, he would be swarmed and killed.

   Well, the undead think so.

   As for whether they can do it, it is doubtful.

   "You are telling a terrible story, Lord Black."

   The weak death knight Yrel was leaning on a draenei-style gem warhammer, and she said to Black in a serious and indifferent tone:

   "Leave now, I can pretend I didn't hear your terrible words."

   "I'd rather you didn't see me here."

  The pirate made a bad joke.

   He didn't look back at the undead, all his attention was on the sword box in front of him.

  Although the living wood full of vitality was blocking the escape of the power of death, the moment the pirate reached out and touched the sword box, he still heard the whisper of Frostmourne.

   That magic sword was trying to seduce him.

   Seduction seems to be its evil nature, it is constantly telling its own desire, it hopes that it will be held by a strong man and then kill the Quartet.

   It kept telling Blake that, in its opinion, Blake Shaw was better suited to be its master than Yrel or Velen.

  Its attitude is sincere and gentle, like a prudent and learned girl.

   But this kind of temptation is very difficult for a well-informed **** like a pirate, not only because of the years of exposure to the will of the void, which causes Black to have a super resistance to all tempting words.

   More because pirates are conservative people.

   He already has his own sword girls, he can't crave more, otherwise Sister Salameni will be angry.

   "click"

   In the crisp cracking sound, the black and white sword girl jumped out of the magic bag storing the weapon without being summoned by the pirates.

  They were guarding the master beside him, no matter if it was the mature and stable white sword Shalator, or the irascible black sword Eremeni, the two sword girls were constantly neighing with sharp blades.

   They are using this method to warn this "little wild cat" who doesn't know where it came from, stay away from their owners!

   Or chop you up!

   Generally speaking, elven swords like Salameni are not so rude and dignified, mainly because the Sword Maiden sisters are not having a good time these days, which makes them in a bad mood.

  Blake's luggage specially for storing weapons has recently received many "guests", which not only accumulated a backlog of the original wide "living space" of the sister swords, but also brought unexpected sequelae.

   The Red-throated Fang roars and screams all day long, which is annoying to death.

   The pirates who bully the soft and fear the hard are not serious all day long, and they molest the two sisters in a different way, like a **** dirty pirate.

   Alpha Wolf is as reliable as ever.

   But this guy is too stable, he doesn't pay attention to the changes around him at all, even if his sister Jianniang wants to find a helper.

   That feeling is like moving from a single-family villa to a lively old community at once, which is extremely annoying.

   Black Shaw's love life is messed up, so are his demon servants as a warlock, and now even his weapons are messed up.

   Sister Swordsman's life is already so bad, you are a little bit of a wink from an alien black-hearted feral cat! Don't join in the fun, okay?

  The conversation between these weapons is incomprehensible to others, but after Salameni's warning to Frostmourne, Frostmourne's seduction of Blake seems to have become hesitant.

   After listening to the introduction of the two talented sisters in front of him, Frostmourne felt that it was not a good idea to plunge into Black Shaw's arsenal so recklessly?

   "What did you two tell her?"

  Blake looked at the black and white swords floating beside him with strange eyes. He asked:

   "I still want to hear her seduction again, and then mock her seduction skills for being so young and boring, just like a fledgling student sister who has to pretend to be a **** and sultry mature big sister."

   This rant caused a group of undead around to stare at them.

   Hello, Mr. Pirate, are you talking to your sword? How long have you had these symptoms? Such bad symptoms really can't be delayed any longer.

   Do you want to have a craniotomy to solve this problem once and for all?

   "Get off that sword!"

   Yrel ignored this, smashed the warhammer in her hand on the ground, and yelled loudly:

   "It's a terrible thing, it can't be taken away by you, and it can't be taken out of this world by you!"

   The fear and anger of the female undead leader are justified.

   As a "live audience" who has personally held Frostmourne before, she couldn't feel the power of this magic sword to command the dead.

   Even if it was only ten minutes, the terrifying power of Frostmourne still left an indelible impression on Yrel.

When she held this magic sword, she felt as if her mind was being stretched infinitely. She could feel the entire Shadowmoon Valley in Karabor Temple, and even the adjacent Talador and the peaks of Arak. The location of a dead person.

   She can talk to those souls who have died to another world, and she can invite them back to this world to participate in a war.

   She doesn't even need a polite invitation.

   With just one brutal order, hundreds of thousands of dead souls will obey her and fight for her.

   In the previous battle against demons, Yrel didn't even dare to use the power of Frostmourne with all her strength, for fear that she would use too much force to create a "Dead Scourge" that swept the world in Draenor.

   It is precisely because she has experienced it herself that the female undead is extremely afraid of this sword. If she can, she would rather give everything to destroy it on the spot.

   Such monsters cannot appear in any material world.

   Not to mention that it would fall into the hands of a pirate known for his greed and madness. Yrel couldn't believe what kind of catastrophe Black would create with this sword.

   "You seem to be worried that I'm doing bad things with it?"

  Black glanced back at the weak Yrel, and he whispered:

"Why do you have such outrageous thoughts? If I want to destroy the world, I don't need this sword to do it easily, just as Draenor was weak before, I just need to learn from my unkindness. Borrowed a staff from a dark-skinned elf friend and gently inserted it somewhere in Shadowmoon Valley.

  Boom”

  The pirate released his fingers, made an explosion, and dubbed it with a blasting voice.

   He grinned and said:

   "As long as I do that, you'll see a world fall apart with your own eyes, and it's no harder for me to destroy Draenor than to convince an undead like you to obey me.

  Well, you don't seem to believe it from the looks of you, so let me spend a few minutes chatting with you.

   Your Excellency Deer Helmet, can you go out first? "

  The pirate looked at the Arch Druid and said:

   "I don't want my dark wisdom to affect you, you druids always need to keep your heart pure."

   "You should probably knock me out."

  Deer Helmet said expressionlessly:

   "Otherwise, I will be found out that I am in the same league with you, and I will be hunted by the watchmen."

   "No, no."

  Black waved his hands and said:

   "Believe me, I will convince our undead friends to pretend that they didn't see all this, and no one will know that you and I have joined together, and no one will know that you took the initiative to hand over the sword you are guarding to me.

   I know what you want to ask.

  I will tell you, be patient, I will definitely open a door for you to set foot in another world. We made an agreement. I have a good reputation in this regard. "

"Um."

   Deer Helm nodded.

  The matter has come to this point, he has no other choice but to go black with Blake.

   So under the stunned gazes of the undead, the Great Druid raised his head and slammed into the icy wall next to him.

   With a loud bang, the deer helmet covered in blood fell to the ground. Looking at the strength of his impact, it makes people wonder if he is going to commit suicide, or if he wants to smash his head against the wall?

   "Okay, don't worry about the injury of the Arch Druid, he will recover after a sleep."

  Black picked up the living wooden sword case, which could not be put into the luggage, and could only be wrapped around him with chains. While tying the magic sword tightly around his chest, he casually said to the undead gathered towards him:

   "Everyone has died once, I don't think I need to describe the scenery of the Shadowlands to you.

You've all seen it before, and I'm guessing most of you have been assigned to the fortress of promotion, and guys like Yrel who fought to the death may have had an uncomfortable recruit time in Maldraxxus .

   Those otherworldly memories are fading from your mind, even making it feel like a dream to be forgotten.

   But let me tell you.

   That was not a dream.

   That's just the 'truth' that must be forgotten after your souls were pulled back from the world of death by Frostmourne, limited by the rules of life and death.

   While you can still remember a little bit, let’s make a long story short. "

  The pirate raised his head, looked at all the undead in front of him, and asked:

"In your memory, are all the kingdoms of the shadow world suffering from 'animal shortage'? Although the arbitrator of the eternal city of Opolis is still fulfilling her mission, the number of undead from various worlds is rapidly increasing. Increase, which caught the four kingdoms of the shadow world a little off guard.

   The little blue angels who have been promoted to the fort are busy every day but cannot receive all the dead souls.

  Madraxxus is even worse. The soldiers who ruled there have long disappeared. The five mysterious courtyards are constantly fighting with each other, and the psychic lords are wielding butcher knives at each other.

   Am I right? "

   Yrel and her undead were silent for a few seconds.

   The weak draenei death knight gritted his teeth and retorted:

   "It doesn't prove anything! No one can provide evidence that those bizarre, fading memories in our minds are real, maybe it's just a lie you made up.

  You can easily influence minds, which we have seen on the battlefield. "

   "Xingxingxing, if you insist on saying so, then I will show more evidence."

  Black snorted and patted the magic sword behind him, he said;

   "The sense of tearing at the soul level that you were summoned from the dead world back to the material world can never be faked, each of you is missing a piece of soul!"

   The pirate's blue eyes gleamed with a gleam of spiritual vision, and he said to Yrel:

   "Especially you, touch your heart, feel the cracks there. I let you touch your heart! I didn't let you touch your chest! You astringent hoof girl.

never mind.

   Don't pay attention to these little details.

   But you don't think there's no cost to the resurrection, do you?

  Frostmourne is indeed a key to open life and death, but it will take some effort to bring you souls who have been dead for more than ten years from the shadow world back to the material world.

   It leaves a mark on each of you.

  You think you are free.

   But freedom is always just an illusion of flowers in the mirror of the moon in the water.

  You are but insignificant pawns on a grand chessboard, so is Velen, so am I, even Kil'jaeden, the Burning Legion, and Lord Sargeras.

   Behind everyone is a pair of black hands operating and pushing.

   He is weaving a sad fate, and if you don't let me take this sword, I can't get into that realm, I can't talk to Him about this.

   This is all I can tell you the truth.

   Knowing more will only make you more miserable, so enjoy your happiness in ignorance. "

  Black spread his hands and said:

   "I'm going to take Frostmourne now and find her a really suitable sword bearer. You can pretend this never happened, and you can keep stopping me.

but.

  At your own risk, everyone. "

   "Stop him!"

   Yrel hesitated, but she finally gave an order that Blake felt sorry for.

The undead around    rushed forward, and the pirate took a step back, without any plans to fight, he just patted the sword box on his back and said to Frostmourne:

"Did you hear that?

  I'm looking for you a sword-bearer you absolutely love, who will hold you to create an invincible army of death in that world of Azeroth that you've always dreamed of.

   He will set off a terrifying war in that world that will break the balance of life and death as your master wishes, and he will cast the shadow of death on every inch of the earth under the sky.

   So, for your future 'good life', do me a favor. "

   "Om"

The magic sword in the    sword box seems to be intrigued by a future sketched by pirates.

   She responded with a shock, and in the next moment, under Yrel's stunned gaze, all the undead that rushed towards Black fell instantly.

Like a robot without electricity, those souls that supported the corpse to walk fell without resistance under the call of the magic sword, and the flexible fire was like a swirling streamer swirling around the pirates, and they were gushed by Frostmourne. swallowed into the sword.

   In just a split second, Yrel was the only undead left standing in the entire gloomy hall.

  Black walked towards Yrel with arrogant steps and let out a low laughter. At this moment, Deathhoof Girl felt an emotion called "fear".

   She staggered back.

   She could feel her soul being pulled away from her body.

   "Puff"

  Honey girl fell to the ground.

   She watched Blake walk in front of her, the pirate crouched down and patted Yrel's cold forehead, he whispered:

   "It was Frostmourne that gave you the power of resurrection, which was given and can be taken back. You were never some draenei deathguard, my dear Yrel.

  You are only the first Praetorian guards in Frostmourne.

   You have been unable to escape its control, it is your master, and now, I am the temporary master of your master, so... I order you.

  Be nice! "

   At the moment when the pirate pulled his fingers away, Yrel's soul screamed and was mercilessly pulled away from his body by Frostmourne, and returned to the body of the magic sword.

   At the moment when the icy corpse hit the ground, the pirate clearly heard a small burp from the magic sword behind him, uh, so much soul must be more than enough to feed Frostmourne.

   She must have harvested too many demon souls through the hands of the undead on the previous battlefield.

   "Can a lady be okay? You are a sword girl."

  Blake squatted down, picked up Yrel's cold body, and threw it into the sarcophagus in the corner of the hall, and then threw the sarcophagus into his overly large luggage.

  Whistling a pirate whistle, he walked out of the door in a terrifying silence, and whispered to Frostmourne:

   "Looks like your etiquette has to be put on the agenda as well. Before handing you over to the sword bearer, the Salameni Sisters will be responsible for adjusting your manners.

   The other party is a grand duke, a descendant of an emperor, a person of status

  To be worthy of him, you have to be more decent. "

   (end of this chapter)