Azeroth Shadow Trail

Chapter 196: 15. The Third Lesson of the Warlock

Chapter 196 15. The Third Lesson of the Warlock

“???”

Kanrisad in the cellar, and the terrifying consciousness in the sickle, were full of question marks at this moment.

The former is confused because Black's "teaching method" is too exaggerated.

The latter's doubts stemmed from the scolding the pirate had just said. This evil consciousness integrated with the sickle was somewhat overwhelmed.

After all, among the countless users before it, no one dared to speak to it like that.

"What? Did I say it wrong?"

Black waved the scythe in his hand and said:

"Sargeras easily pinched you to death, and forged this Felsteel blade in Mardun's core of destruction, and made your soul into the core of the weapon.

You vowed to take revenge on the fallen Titan, but look at what you have done in the past tens of thousands of years. You are addicted to playing with weak souls, so have you forgotten your vow of vengeance?

Look at the users you choose, all of them are crooked.

Sartel, who was just killed by me, is considered the best among them, but what's the use?

With the full state of the Deadwind Reaper in hand, even a Tirisfal Guardian can't be defeated!

What are you going to do with such a waste?

dare to claim to kill Sargeras, hehe, I seriously doubt that the fallen titans will be laughed out of their teeth when they hear her arrogant declaration.

But that's okay, my dear loser, your shameful failure, that's it.

Now, you are mine. "

Black held this not too heavy scythe with one hand and swung it in his hand a few times. The skillful skills brought by the weapon master talent allowed him to quickly master the use of this strange weapon.

"Come on, change your form to show me, I know you will change, you have this ability. I think the form of 'Sinner's Spine' is the most handsome, change it.

Look, this silly boy is waiting to see.

Don't let him down.

My dear Lord Mardun, Ulthalesh. "

The pirate threw the scythe and staff up and down in his hand as he spoke. His arrogance immediately aroused the anger of the dark consciousness in the scythe.

It mobilized the power of the scythe and turned it into a storm of purple light spots, letting the souls imprisoned by it howl and enveloped Black.

It wants to extract the soul of this arrogant person from his body!

This scene is horrific.

Countless purple light spots are wrapped around the body of the pirate. Each light spot represents a sad soul swallowed by a sickle.

Ask Kanrisad to cover his ears.

but useless!

These wailing are directly at the soul level.

"You think you're different from them?"

That hazy and weird consciousness projected its own voice into Blake's mind.

is like some kind of corrupt and dark plague invasion, which creates a vision of world destruction before Blake's eyes, and is shaped into a mountain of blood and blood in the spire.

It said in a gloomy tone:

"No! What I see in my eyes is just the next fool who is about to fail, and he is arrogantly claiming to be different. You are no different from them.

Being a part of me is your final sad end. "

"Come on."

In the face of this threat, the pirates behaved quite calmly.

Those soul fragments entangled in his body can't hurt him at all, as long as he dares to approach his body, he will be captured by Black's natural hunting power.

will turn into heat flow and experience, making him stronger.

Usalus also quickly discovered this problem, he immediately pulled away from his imprisoned soul, and shouted again in amazement:

"You! Born Soul Eater! What kind of monster are you!"

"I'm the monster that can bring you back to Revenders."

Blake said calmly:

"I know exactly where you dreadlords come from.

You and I both know that it is only possible to free you from the eternal curse that Sargeras has cast down by presenting you to the great emperor who made you.

Sad loser.

You are still provoking the only person in this world who can help you. "

The Soul of the Dreadlord in the Scythe and Staff fell silent.

This weird human not only accurately said its real name.

also revealed the mysteries of the world on the other side of the veil of life and death, and what made it even more difficult to judge is that this person pointed out the connection between these dreadlords and the other world.

He spoke of the true birthplace of the Nathrezim, and of the dreadlord's only and supreme master.

This made Ursalus, a rare and brave fear demon king who dared to resist the rule of Sargeras, also felt a rare feeling of doubt.

"I know you don't believe it, it's okay, serve me with your heart, loser. I'll show you the hope and liberation you crave."

Black said to the scythe in his hand:

"Don't tell me your greatest wish is to see the fall of Sargeras, don't make me laugh, that future is in conflict with your master's plan.

Now, change it. "

The pirate made that request again, saying:

"Become the most suitable combat form for me. I know you cursed relics have this ability. You were made by Sargeras himself."

"I can not do it.

I'm too weak, I haven't tasted a fresh soul for hundreds of years, and Sartell's stupid failure has burned my tens of thousands of years of accumulation. "

After more than ten seconds of silence, Ulthales said in a hoarse, dreadlord's voice:

"You want to use me?

Then you have to satisfy my weakness first.

I am in you and smell the power of death, give it to me, and I will show you the true power of this cursed thing. "

"You're asking too much!"

Black looked back at the other two-handed epee on the weapon rack, he curled his lips and said:

"Maybe I should choose this Apocalypse next to you, it looks very silent and stable."

"Go and choose."

Usalus gave a long, grotesque laugh, and said:

"When you pick up the apocalypse, your soul will be eaten by it! It is the evil thing that we Nathrezim created, and its madness is far beyond your imagination."

"What did you do? That's the rune sword made by the Lord of the Eternals of Maldraxxus, right?"

Blake laughed and said:

"It and its sister, Frostmourne, the magic sword that has not yet come to Azeroth, are the most proud works of the master soldier in the past ten thousand years.

Only the Lord of the Soldier, who is the Eternal, has the ability to pour such pure evil and such powerful power into the blade.

You dreadlords are shameless! And put gold on your face like that? "

"You really know a lot."

Usalus ignored the sarcasm, his voice gradually faded, and he said:

"I'm starting to trust you, and I'll serve you, Derek Proudmoore, but if I don't see what you promised, I'll gladly take your soul

Now, give me that ray of death power. "

"This is the last point."

Blake flicked his fingers in distress, and the last touch of Bwonsamdi's magic essence, such as a few drops of beating red and blue liquid, was drenched on the sickle in his hand.

In the next instant, the scythe in the pirate's hand quickly began to change shape amid the exclamations of Kanrisad who was watching.

Its sickle blade became thicker and thicker under the blessing of death, extending outward into an L-shaped war knife like a single-edged battle axe, and at the head of the stick it also became as thick as a square war hammer.

On both sides of the scythe, there is also a troll-style skull decoration, and at the rear a piercing cone is formed, which is embellished with a black mane braided like hair.

It has changed from a staff and sickle to a melee weapon. From the appearance alone, it is full of a violent and ferocious deterrent.

At the moment when the shape change was completed, the equipment column of the character card finally gave the entry for this weapon:

Ursales Deadwind Reaper

Legendary quality.【Cursed holy relic. Weak state】

Artifact form.【Hand of death. Melee】

Extraordinary Shadow Enhancement. Extraordinary Curse Enhancement. Extraordinary Life Drain. Extraordinary Soul Imprisonment.

With special effects:

1. Life Grabber: All killed lives will feedback blessing, the more lives killed, the stronger the life form of the holder.

2. Soul Reaper: The killed soul will be imprisoned and used to restore the power of Ursalus, or be used to temporarily strengthen all shadow-like spells, and greatly increase the destructive power of spells in a short period of time.

3. Artifact form: cast by a Titan, with special divine power. The shape of the weapon can be freely changed according to the user's strength bias, so as to change the focus of the weapon's strength.

4. Curse of the gods: The curse of the dark titan, so that Ursalis will never have a real master. If you become weak, you will also become the food of Ursalus.

"Well, this is the weapon I should use as a pirate and a warlock!"

This series of entries made Blake very satisfied. He waved the new weapon in his hand, which mixed the advantages of the three forms of battle axe, war hammer and war sickle, and patted his luggage again.

said regretfully:

"It's time to say goodbye, Sanksu. I know we had a great time between us, but it's always like this in life, you can't hold all the good stuff in your hands.

But don't expect me to hand you over

Although I only have two hands, and I haven't learned the Titan Grips of the warriors, I already have a great idea, just be patient, we still have another day to fight on the battlefield. "

"How could it be deformed?"

Beside Blake, the kid Kanrisad who watched this scene completely, stammered and asked at this moment:

"And I just saw you talking to it! Does it have a soul?"

"Of course, it's a living kid with lots of problems."

Black carried the war sickle behind his back, took out a worn scroll from his magic bag, squeezed it in his hand, and said to Kanrisad:

"Shhh, it's a secret. I'm not going to tell it to too many people, I'll put it in the most visible place, waiting for the idiots who can't control their hands to steal it.

When they come into contact with this evil weapon, they will lose their soul.

is great, right?

I just like these weapons with character. "

"Then, can this sword also work?"

The skinny boy stared at the two-handed sword on the weapon rack behind him in the next instant, eager to touch it, while Black watched his movements faintly.

did not reach out to stop him.

Before Kanrisad's finger was about to touch the magic sword called Apocalypse, he suddenly seemed to have thought of something, suddenly withdrew his finger and looked at Black again.

He pursed his lips and asked in a low voice:

"It's placed with this scythe, which means it's just as dangerous as this scythe. It'll eat my soul too, right?"

"No, Apocalypse doesn't like to eat souls."

Blake showed a satisfied smile, and frightened the child with a negative voice and said:

"Apocalypse is a crazy lunatic.

Its favorite thing to do is to cut your soul piece by piece, and listen to your howls, until you are completely mad, and it will give you a benevolent end.

And the strength attribute of this sword.

is the plague.

Little friend, you were just a little bit closer to turning into a disgusting undead poison, and then I was hacked to death.

But that’s okay. "

The pirate patted Kanrisad on the shoulder and said:

"What I taught you tonight, it seems that you have learned it, very good, you will become a very powerful warlock in the future, have you seen the treasure in the cellar?

Go pick one, it's my reward for being the bait for you tonight.

I am very fair.

If you do something, you will be rewarded, go and choose, don’t be embarrassed. "

"I don't pick!"

The skinny boy folded his arms, shook his head and said:

"You must have bad intentions, and you might want me to be the bait again! Do you think I'm stupid? There must be something wrong with so many good things here, but no one guards them.

Maybe if I get that thing, the lingering guardian will suddenly."

"Shhh!"

Before Kanrisad finished speaking, he saw Blake make a silent gesture. He pointed to the top of his head, winked at the children, and said:

"You really are a crow's mouth, they are here, listen, there are heavy hoofs approaching."

"Who are they?"

Kanrisad widened his eyes, hid behind Black, and asked in a low voice.

"They are."

The pirate glanced at the worn scroll in his hand and said:

"A group of immortal hunters, cursed treasure hunters, and restless black knights. We moved things here and alerted them.

They won't stop hunting until they kill our flesh and shatter our soul.

Don't be afraid.

Little idiot, I dare to come, so I am not afraid of them.