Azeroth Shadow Trail

   Chapter 695 26. I knew that doing good deeds must be rewarded

  In the dark tunnel below the city, there is still some scorching aura of dragon fire, mainly because the old red dragon prince just used a little "big" energy.

   Its dragon fire spray almost melted the rock of the entire tunnel.

   Now Black is sitting on a rock, watching the weird dagger in his hand from the Duke.

   Beside him, Natalie, the black-robed ship doctor who escorted Arthas all the way here, was covering her eyes, not to see the Duke's tragic state.

  Rao is based on Ms. Natalie's experience of falling into madness in Dusk Forest and killing all directions. She has never seen such a terrible "torture" in front of her.

  The fire of the red dragon obviously destroyed all the flesh and blood of his body, but it left him alive. Although he is weak, as long as he is treated, Duke Jorazzi Ravenholdt can continue to live.

   Live on in this pathetic, cursed form.

   The fire of the red dragon sealed his fate.

   He can live a long time.

   But every extra second of life was a terrible ordeal for Jorazzi.

   "How did he do this?"

  The ship doctor whispered:

   "Did those red dragons do it on purpose?"

   "That's right, dragons are a bunch of lunatics, especially if they're in a hurry. Of course, it's your Lord Jorazzi's bad luck.

   Who let him meet the red dragon? "

  Blake wiped off the black ash from the blade of the strange dagger in his hand, and said without looking up:

   "You have also read the Dragon Slaying Compendium compiled by Deathwing, which describes in detail the dragon breath of the red dragons, and the dragon fire of the Legion of Life has the dual effects of destruction and healing.

  If the red dragons wished, they could heal the spirit of the enemy while destroying the body, that is, right in front of them.

   An angry red dragon is scary, right?

  Hey, this is the beginning of today's 'feast'.

   After the Red Dragon Queen is rescued for a while, what greets these pathetic dragonmaw orcs will be an endless destruction from the Life Binders.

  Alexstrasza has an unreserved love and protection for all life in the world.

   Except for Deathwing!

   Except for Nekrus!

   Except for Jorazie Ravenholdt!

   It's really sad, it's only one step away from the final victory, it's already through the night, but it falls before dawn. Just because of his fear of me, he chose the worst way to try to kill me.

   Well, but I'll forgive him.

   He was so generous after all. "

  The smelly pirate spoke, with a gesture of contentment, stroking the shadowy green leaf seal on his fingers, and the dagger that Duke Jorazy had just used to fight Black.

   Its shape is very peculiar.

   It is said to be a dagger, but it is more like a claw blade broken by some kind of huge creature.

   There is a transparent inner core under the black exterior. It wasn't some kind of steel creation at all, and it wasn't cold to the touch at all.

  Behind the broken monster claw blade, a wooden handle was added by Duke Jorazzi with exquisite techniques, and there are steel gauntlets shaped like a demon's claw.

  The handle of the knife is wrapped with delicate animal skins and silk threads, and the wrapping circles make this weapon not accidentally fall when it is held in the hand.

   Its claws are sharp, but Black is concerned with the dagger's perfect magic.

   He tried to inject magic power into it, but it turned out that it was like a living creature, "devouring" all the magic power he injected, and a beating shadow shimmer also wrapped around the claw blade.

   is like casting a layer of "light blade" on this strangely shaped dagger blade.

  The pirate put it in front of his eyes, and his expression was very strange, because the entry and attributes of this strange weapon jumped on the character card:

   Name: Defiler Fragment

  Quality: Legendary Demon Creation 【Blade of Curse】

  Attributes: Extraordinary sharpness. Extraordinary magic enhancement. Extraordinary firmness. Extraordinary swiftness. Extraordinary piercing

  Item Effects:

  I. Archimonde's Echoes:

  The big devil left his power in this broken claw blade. When it hits, it may release a "death finger" to the enemy, causing huge damage, and there is a chance to add [instant death] effect.

Notice:

The destructive power of the    Death Finger is reduced to divine creatures, and its accompanying [Instant Death] effect is invalid for demigods and above.

   2. Curse of the polluter:

  The release of the Death Finger requires a lot of mana support. If the user cannot supply enough mana to the cursed blade when the effect is activated, this weapon born of evil will extract the user's life force as a supplement.

  Item Description:

   Archimonde the Defiler was once the most powerful and deadly spellcaster in the world of Argus. After he joined the Burning Legion, he was empowered by the Dark Titan.

   And its infamous Finger of Death has left horrific legends all over the stars.

The Defiler's defeat in Dalaran wasn't just being driven back into the Twisting Nether by a swarm of ants, but worse, the nail-blade of one of its claws was shattered by the ants' magic and landed on an ambitious fellow hand.

  The birth of this weapon was purely accidental.

   The destructive power of the Death Finger magic it inspires is completely unable to keep up with the effect of the great demon himself, but please believe that in the mortal world, no one can ignore the threat it brings.

   "I think it should be called 'Archimonde's Nail Tip'!"

  Black took the oddly shaped dagger and waved it in the air.

   Honestly, the balance of this thing sucks.

   It is only a half-finished product in Duke Jorazzi's hands. Maybe it's time to find a blacksmith who is good enough to add some weight to the tip of this demon's nails.

   But even so, getting this thing was enough to fill Blake with joy and indescribable satisfaction.

   He happily inserted the unremarkable dagger into his waist, stood up with his hips on his hips, took out the skull jug from his waist, twisted the lid and poured a mouthful into his mouth.

   He and the black-robed ship doctor beside him looked at the Dukes of Arthas and Choraz in front of him.

  Black did not deliberately eavesdrop on the conversation between the little prince and the duke, he could only see the little prince half-kneeling on the ground, in the posture of a clergyman, praying for Jorazy Ravenholdt on his deathbed.

   That posture is very similar to a standard Paladin.

   "He was supposed to be the hope of the Light."

  Natalie the ship doctor whispered behind Black:

   "But he became an angry messenger, for better or worse."

   "I don't know if it's good or not, but I'm sure it's not a bad thing."

  Blake savoured the fine wine flowing in his mouth. After watching Arthas finish his prayer, he suddenly stood up and pulled out the lionheart sword behind him with his backhand.

  The blade was raised, and it fell without hesitation.

   "Poof"

  Stains of blood that had solidified into semi-solid were scattered everywhere, and the black head of the duke also swept the sharp blade and landed at the feet of the little prince.

   This neat slaying gesture made Black grin for a while.

   He said to the ship doctor:

   "Look, he has all the qualities a warrior should have, and he has already surpassed many seniors in cold blood. He will definitely become a legend among warriors.

   As long as he lives to the day he becomes a legend. "

   "Captain, what you said means you didn't say it."

   Natalie curled her lips, was silent for a few seconds, and then said:

   "He personally got rid of the mastermind behind the scenes, his anger should dissipate a little, right?"

   "Dissipate?"

The    pirate laughed and said:

   "I didn't see the slightest trace of that flame dissipating. I only saw a fiery flame that was burning recklessly and would eventually burn out the darkness. Let me add some fire to him."

After speaking, Blake strode forward, walked to Alsace, who was leaning on his sword and closed his eyes in contemplation. He bent down and picked up the Duke's head. He took out a box from his luggage and put the dark head on into it.

  I also took out a colorful ribbon and tied it a few times on the box to make a very delicate bow, like a gift.

   "Hey, send this thing to Stormwind Kingdom, and give the scroll to Mathias Shaw."

  Black handed the little prince the box and a rolled up scroll, and said to Arthas:

   "I think you should know who this box should be given to, and where it will end up. This may not be the norm for Paladins, but whatever!

  You're not a tin paladin anymore, are you?

  Why should they be governed by their strict rules.

The respect of the    warriors should come so dashingly and decisively. "

"Um."

   is probably the first step in the execution of justice. When Arthas reopened his eyes, the anger in his eyes had subsided. After turning the sword back, he took the box that Black handed him.

   After a few seconds of silence, he whispered:

   "Thank you, Master. But next time. Next time I will do this justice myself! I swear!"

   "I know, of course you can."

   Black shrugged and said:

   "You've read the dossier anyway, you know the names of those people, you know their identities, and you know where to find them. But do me a favor?

   Don't shoot your father.

  Poor King Terenas had done so much for his country, and he couldn't bear the terrible loss of being stabbed in the back by his own son.

  The father and son can talk about everything, the ties of blood make it impossible for the two of you to talk about contradictions.”

   "Puchi"

   Hearing Blake's words, Arthas didn't react, but Natalie Celine behind him let out a burst of uncontrollable laughter, Holy Light is on, these words actually came out of Blake's mouth.

   Who was so desperate to backstab his old father?

   But soon, the expression of the magic eyeballs on Blake's shoulders dimmed, and the black-robed ship doctor stood there solemnly and waved his hands, explaining:

   "It's nothing, I just remembered some fun things, you continue, just pretend I don't exist."

   "My rude subordinate made you laugh, little prince."

  Black didn't care about this little episode.

   He calmly said to Alsace:

   "Anyway, I mean, you'd better not go with your sword when you're getting ready to talk to your father about those dark things. You might not understand, you're young after all.

   But for kings, justice is inherently in conflict with power.

   Well, I have no intention of preaching to you.

   In addition to congratulating you on taking the first step of your vow, I would like to discuss with you about your future strength.”

"strength?"

   Arthas looked at Master Black, who was so powerful in his eyes, in amazement. He said:

   "The strength of a warrior, isn't it just anger?"

   "Yes, anger."

  The pirate coughed, looked left and right, and said in a low voice:

   "But there are many kinds of anger. Back then, there was such an opportunity in front of me, but I finally gave up, tsk tsk, what a pity.

  I see that you are a good guy, promising and capable, so I decided to show you a clear path.

  Beyond our world, where you will go, there are mighty warriors whose might you have seen with your own eyes in the battle of Dalaran.

  Those greenskins really play the way of anger out.

   is also a warrior, but Azeroth and Draenor are two different systems, and you should probably learn to learn from your enemies.

  I tell you, this expedition to the world of Draenor is an opportunity for you to be reborn.

You want your justice, but without the support of strength, that thing is destined to be a flower in the mirror in the water, you see, those who have made mistakes are still safely in their manor, exercising their power recklessly .

   This is unbearable. "

  The pirate patted Alsace on the shoulder, with a temptation and encouragement, he said:

   "As a young man, you should learn more and read more, and be humble. If you have enough time to go to the world of Draenor, you might as well go to a place called Shattrath.

   Then go to the Nagrand Steppe from the side gate of Shattrath.

   There is a place called Havalo.

   Go.

   There hides what you need to have the courage to do justice. "

   Having said this, the pirate pouted and said:

   "Actually, you can learn the same thing from my side, but something happened to my 'sword master', and he's still in a coma, and I don't know when he'll wake up.

   So you can only rely on yourself.

   That's all I have to say, it's just a small suggestion, you can take it, or you can go your own way, it's up to you. I love you, boy. "

After   , the pirate whistled, turned around and prepared to leave.

   After taking a few steps, he turned back and said viciously to the contemplative Arthas:

   "Also, stay away from Jaina Proudmoore, I'm speaking on behalf of a very dangerous fellow! If you annoy him, you'll have some good fruit for your kid!

   Remember, don't let me warn you any more.

   That terrifying guy has a hundred ways to kill you without you noticing, especially now that you no longer have the invincible ability of Divine Shield, you really have to be careful. "

   After finishing speaking this time, Black jumped into the shadows with a snort. Before leaving, he said to his black-robed ship doctor:

   "Say a word to Little Xingxing for me, I won't participate in the dragons' celebration feast and thank you party, she will just send my fair share to Tol Barad.

   I also have some personal business to do.

  You don't have to look for me, I'll be back in a few days. "

   (end of this chapter)