Azeroth Shadow Trail

   Chapter 706 37. Get ready, **** the fuck

   "Exquisite craftsmanship, perfect reinforcement. They were deadly enough, and now you've made them synonymous with real danger in this world."

   In the forge on South Island of Tol Barad, Black held his own leap cutter, and put the elf-style long sword in front of him, holding it with his left hand and sliding it gently on the blade with his right hand.

  The once bright blade has become simple now.

  A layer of faint silver-gray metal covered the sharp blade, making it less eye-catching, but adding a bit of killing intent.

   On the pirate's character card, in addition to the inherent entry of this legendary long sword, there is a new entry:

   Elementium Enhancement:

Elemental minerals from Deep Rock have strengthened this weapon, making it a new level of sturdiness and sharpness, and although it has also added a slight weight, in the hands of a skilled user, this sword will become the lifeblood of all life. nightmare.

   Well, such a perceptual description is too exaggerated, its actual effect is sharpness +1, solidity +1.

   turned the original extraordinary sharp into an excellent sharp, and added an entry [extraordinary firm].

   But such a strengthening effect is enough to satisfy the pirates.

  The bearded dwarf Muradin beside him also showed a very proud expression. Being able to strengthen such a legendary weapon with his own hands was a kind of enjoyment for a blacksmith like him.

  The Leap Cutter is also a weapon forged by elf magic craftsmen. Through the close observation and play in the past few days, Muradin also feels that he has mastered some of the ways elves forge weapons.

   What's more, in addition to priceless knowledge, he also got paid.

   This loss to the pirate may be a small profit, but he is definitely not at a loss.

   "Try it."

   The dwarf who was sitting on the wine barrel jumped down, quickly grabbed a solid Thorium ingot, placed it on the iron felt, and gave Black a wink.

  The pirate grinned, holding the sword in his left hand, making a movement similar to drawing a sword.

   swish.

   He still maintained that action, but the Thorium ingot in front of him had already been divided into four, and in the blink of an eye, he cut two forehand and backhand, the incision was smooth, and the blade was undamaged.

"sharp!"

  The pirate sighed in admiration, put his long sword back into the scabbard at his waist with satisfaction, and picked up his own Defiler Fragment.

  The blade of this vicious dagger made from the tip of the big devil's fingernails is not made of essentia, and the seasoned dwarves recognize that there is some kind of magic in the monstrous **** blade.

   Therefore, he did not choose to recklessly add Originium steel to affect the release of magic, but plated a thin layer of Originium Steel on the blade of the dagger to enhance armor-piercing damage.

   added an Elementium Knife to the wooden handle at the rear, in order to shape the original horrific balance of the Defiler Fragment to a perfect level.

  The pirate threw the dagger up and down in his hand, like a juggler with flying knives, he nodded with satisfaction, and gave the dwarf a thumbs up gesture.

   Finally, there are two Shadow Moon Blades.

   From the "gift" of the watchman's adjutant, Ms. Nasa, this watchman's standard weapon has accompanied generations of Black Moonwalkers in endless time.

   They are like a pair of veterans with great military exploits. Although they remain sharp in time, they also have many cuts and small cracks.

   The "bathing fire" this time has reborn the pair of moon blades.

   They also turned into a low-key and deadly silver-gray, and the three-edged lunar arc blades reflected the light brought by the forge, which was cold and faint, making one’s neck chill.

  The pirates lifted them up, turned around on the spot, and threw them out one after the other, left and right, which was different from the watchman's technique of throwing moon blades.

Black's flying blade has both the elegance and swiftness of the watchman's tactics, and the domineering and arrogance of the Mok'nasa's flying axe. The two moon blades draw a cold light in the air, and then return to Black docilely after spinning through most of the forge. hands.

   Muradin blinked when he saw this scene, he touched his neck, and whispered to Black:

   "So you're actually an elf, right? When I was young, I occasionally saw some elf hunters also hunt with moon blades, but the moon blades they threw are far less murderous than yours."

   "Yes, I'm a half-elf, this is my secret, don't tell anyone else."

The    pirate grinned, and as if revealing a secret, he lifted the pirate cap to show Muradin his pointy ears.

   "Well, it's really pointy ears! No wonder you use this thing so well, only elves would use something like a moon blade, and a real man should use a warhammer or a tomahawk."

   Muradin scoffed at Black's taste.

   He grabbed the blackjack and took a sip, then picked up the forging hammer to continue working. Next, the real challenge is to forge the various grotesque cast iron parts of the legendary War Crossbow Raven Guard.

   "I said, there are still about ten days."

   The Dwarf Prince turned his head to look at Black and said:

   "Your gem is being purified a little faster, and, when will my brother come back?"

   "Don't rush, you're already doing it."

  The pirate wore the Moon Blades on his waist and covered them with a wide watchman's cloak. He picked up the full pack of Elementium Ammunition and hung it behind his waist. Then he turned around and replied:

   "The three silent dwarf pirates you brought also set off in a boat this morning. They fought well in the Blade Fist arena. My chief gladiator commented that they were not bad among mediocre gladiators.

   He still doesn't want to let people go.

   I assigned a fox guide to the 'Trouble Trio'. Even if the sea breeze from the 'Deng Shen' accelerated, it would take at least twenty days.

   Just be patient.

  I promise that when you leave, you will definitely bring old Brian back with you. After you go back, let him stop running around and dig in the ruins of Uldaman in the Badlands.

   There are real goodies out there.

  Alright, don't disturb your work, I'll go first.

   There is a 'date' tonight, I don't want to miss it. "

   "Wow, young people are hot on dates. I think that when I was a young dwarf, I often attended."

   Muradin whistled in a less serious manner.

   He winked and said:

   "Is there a girl waiting for you?"

   "Well, many girls are waiting for me, all of them are thin and vicious, each of them is a real water snake waist, just like the poisonous woman who eats people.

   After tonight's unforgettable 'fiery passion', they will definitely want to eat me for the rest of their lives. "

The    pirate also whistled back at the old dwarf in a serious manner, and then walked out of the forge with a laugh.

   But after walking into the night on South Island of Tol Baradin, the smile on the pirate's face disappeared, and the expression from the vulgar joke suddenly turned into a cold-faced murderous star.

Not far from the forge, the armoured Hippogryph Sky is stomping on the ground with its "iron hooves" anxiously. After seeing its master coming, the brave and loyal Hippogryph greeted it with a neigh. .

"good"

  The pirate touched its head, turned over and rode on it, and flew into the sky with the flapping wings, and after a few minutes of flight, came to an open space in Narthalas College.

   Dean Lanyue has to prepare his own promotion ceremony, and Archmage Elan has to teach, so Prince Farodis is the only one left to support tonight's action.

   And the prince tonight is not as peaceful as before, his handsome face is full of coldness.

This is an expression that rarely appears on the face of a disciplined spellcaster like Prince Farodis. The reason why it is so cold is probably because the enemy he is going to deal with today is a rare disgust in his long cursed life. enemy.

  Naga!

   Yes, after a long preparation, they are going to Gannaga tonight!

   And not just them.

   "The elite soldiers of several clans of the ancestor turtle have been prepared, and they have provided us with enough thorn algae in the village of Vashj'ir.

   My apprentices have been busy making water breathing potions this week, and have made hundreds of bottles now, enough for tonight's raid. "

   Seeing Black jumping from behind the Hippogryph, Prince Farodis came up to him and said to him:

   "Although I have always believed in your intelligence capabilities, I have to make one final confirmation, are you sure that the Shardar Tide Scepter is in Vashj'ir?

  We ventured into the city of the Naga Empire, and if we couldn't find that thing, it would be a disaster.

  Although the ancestral tortoises are cooperating with us now, the words of the tortoises cannot be trusted completely.

  They and the Naga already have a feud. If you can draw your undead pirates into this war in the name of the artifact, it will be beneficial to them. "

   "I'm sure, sure and sure!"

  Blake confidently said to Prince Farodis:

   "I'm not the only source of information from Turtle Man."

   He explained in a low voice:

   "The torrent warrior Ekuron, who was sent to the throat of the abyss last time, has sent the news back to me by the lamp god. Your Excellency the tide hunter has confirmed our goal through the fluctuation of the elemental frontier.

   Tide Staff is definitely in Vashj'ir!

   There is nothing else that resonates with the physical world and the realm of the elements. "

"very good!"

   Prince Farondis nodded and said:

   "In this case, the benefits of the adventure have outweighed the risks it may bring. With the tidal scepter in hand, you will no longer be afraid of any challenges above the sea."

   "No, you can't do this with a scepter alone."

  Black shook his head and said:

   "The reason why the Scepter of the Tide can command the sea is because Queen Azshara has sealed a drop of the living water essence of the Well of Eternity in it, but the Eternal Water alone cannot make the tide obey.

   In the end, it's just a spellcasting medium that Azshara can use to create endless tides, but in my hands, at most one tide.

   How much damage it can do depends not on itself, but on who is using it.

   Besides, that thing belongs to the category of elemental magic, and it is something that shamans should use. I am a shadow magician, so it is better not to pursue it. "

   "Then why are you so concerned about tonight's raid?"

  Prince Farodis said in surprise:

   "Is it really because of your agreement with the Ancestral Turtle? No, Black, when did you value the interests of others so much?"

   "I'm a person who keeps the promise! I also said that I want to help you get rid of the curse on the land of Azsuna. You can't slander me like that, Master Farodis.

   Everyone who knows me says I'm a promise-keeper.

   Besides, didn’t I tell you why I had to do a big fight tonight?

His Royal Highness Prince. "

  The pirate pouted, moved his shoulders, looked at the stars and moon in the sky, and said:

   "The 'benefit' I understand is not necessarily to get something good for yourself, but also to keep the enemy out of reach, or let them lose their advantage.

  From a macro point of view, things like “harming others and not oneself” are occasionally acceptable.

  Sharadar can easily destroy a fleet in Queen Azshara's hands, so I will definitely take it from the Queen. If Azshara still had that terrifying thing in his hands, we poor fellows on the sea would have a hard time sleeping and eating. "

   "Then you are going to hand it over to the ancestor turtles?"

  The Magic Prince blinked and whispered:

   "You should know that although the ancestral turtles are full of confidence, even if they get the tidal scepter and rely on these two artifacts, they can't protect themselves at all, right?

   Their population is a thousand times larger than the naga, and that's the only reason they fail.

   As long as Queen Azshara made up her mind in the early morning, by the evening, there would not be even a single proto-tortoise left in this world.

  The reason why these sea creatures can reproduce and survive is entirely because the queen is lazy to take care of them.

   The ancestor turtles, who are very good at calculating small accounts but can’t see the general trend clearly, do not understand this truth very well. As long as the raid on Vashj'ir to **** the artifact is done tonight, the end of the ancestral turtles may soon come. "

   Hearing the words of Prince Farodis, Blake laughed very implicitly, and he asked softly:

   "Isn't that better? No one will like the guy on both ends of the snake and mouse, right?"

"Ha ha ha ha"

  The Prince of Magic laughed and waved his hand to open a portal leading to the Nagfar. He and Blake stepped into it, the Hippogryph Sky and Bear, and the wolf wolf behind the back to see off the master away.

  Tonight is an undersea battle, so there is no reason for them to appear.

  You can be open and honest.

  “呱呱”

As soon as   Black came through the portal, the murloc and his pirate crew saluted the commander on the deck of the ghost ship.

  Tonight is the undersea battle, the home of the fish people!

  Tonight they are going to have a big riot tonight.

   "Each of you got ten bottles of water breathing medicine, enough for you old fur seals to swim in the water for ten hours! I don't have any other requirements for your actions tonight"

   On the deck of the Nagfar, Black shouted to a group of undead pirate elites standing in front of him:

   "Listen to me!"

   "Ten hours from now, tomorrow morning, I will fill the seas of Vashj'ir with the corpses of the naga! I will 'celebrate' my precious ship's birthday with the wailing of soft-skinned snakes.

   There are treasures everywhere!

  After the raid is over, if you still don't have enough garbage in three pockets, drown yourself in the urinal of the female naga as soon as possible! I don't need incompetent trash in my fleet!

Do you understand   ? "

   This brief but powerful pre-war mobilization made the pirates on the deck howl wildly, waving sailor knives in their hands and shouting Black's name.

   The noise is full of ambition, and the chaos is full of fighting spirit.

"very good!"

  Blake nodded with satisfaction and turned to look at the moonlight above his head.

  Under the moonlit night, the Nagfar was full of roaring pirates, and the moment it sailed out of the shadow of the leaves, the ghost ship sank silently into the sea.

   She is like a devil black shark, wagging her tail and heading towards the predetermined battlefield.

   An unprecedented deep-sea raid is about to begin!

   (end of this chapter)