Azeroth Shadow Trail

   Chapter 856 186. You broke it! You Prodigal Son--Add Updates For Huo Zheng's Good Brother [1620]

   "It turns out that Quel'Delar also has a sister sword. Your Excellency the Dawnseeker is really a secret and thief. It is estimated that few people in Quel'Thalas know about it."

   On the Suramar magic battleship that had been cleared, Fenna read the book in her hand from beginning to end, and said to Blake, who was still rummaging for treasures, as if she suddenly realized:

   "It doesn't matter whether he knows it or not."

  Black said without looking up:

"Quel'Delar and Quel'Sera were gifted by the dragons to the elves to fight the ancient battle. It was 10,000 years ago. Quel'dorei took them away when they had a falling out with Kaldorei 7,000 years ago. Queldera.

  I also know that Quel'Delar ate ashes for thousands of years in the Sun King's court, and was then accidentally found and activated by Salorian Dawnseeker.

   The Quel'dorei elf who knew the story of the sister swords has long since died of old age. Who can tell him the complete story of this sword? "

   "That's true."

  Fina nodded.

   She caressed the broken blade in the box with joy on her face, and she was not in despair because of the broken dragon-forged blade, because the elven book in her hand recorded how to repair Querceira.

   The Syndra elves who were trapped in the city of Erethalas after the collapse of the earth were not ordinary. They are probably the only "pure-blood" high-level elves in the world of Azeroth at present.

  In the age of the elf empire, the status of the Syndra elves far surpassed that of ordinary elves.

  They are a clan of elves made up of a group of well-informed scholars who specialize in finding and deciphering various legendary objects and titan artifacts for Queen Azshara.

  There were many cities with the same responsibilities in the era of the elf empire, because the elf ruler Azshara in that era was a curious elf emperor in addition to his bad taste in clothes.

   She has a lot of royal arcanists to collect all kinds of magical things for her all over the world, and build many hidden cities around the world to study the energy and history behind these strange things.

  Similar to the Syndra elf in Erethalas, there is also the city of Shandara who was trapped in Northrend in the rift, but the experience of the elf of Shandara is even worse.

In short, Quel'Sera, the dragon-forged blade, fell into the hands of the Syndra elves after the War of the Ancients, and Quel'Delar was held by the Quel'dorei, which seems to represent the two elven clans friendship between.

   It was a sympathetic friendship that also revered magic, but was also suppressed by the magic-loathing Kaldorei.

   It is said that when Dathremar Sunstrider took the Quel'dorei elves to self-exile, he also made an appointment with the Syndra elf to run away together, but unfortunately, the Syndra elf finally broke the appointment.

   Nobody knows why.

   "The book says that in order to recast the ancient dragon-forged blade, the blood of the dragon king full of power must be used as the material, but where am I going to get the blood of the dragon king?"

  Fina laughed and got a headache again, so she looked at her omnipotent "external brain".

  Black didn't have to look up to feel Fenna's prayer.

   He sighed and said:

   "It is said to be the blood of the Dragon King, but in fact, the blood of the blood of the Dragon King can also be used. You work hard, and I will arrange it for you after a while, but to reshape the broken blade, you must have a skilled blacksmith.

  Don't find someone to repair it, you will destroy this sword. "

"it is good!"

   Seeing Black's help, Fenna jumped up happily, put the broken sword in her luggage, and helped Black rummage through valuables.

  “呱呱”

   There was a cry of a murloc behind them, and the pirates immediately turned around, knowing that this was the magic treasure-hunting ability of the murloc.

   I saw the little murloc behind him sticking his head out of a large open box, with a crooked elf crown and a few strings of jewels leaning on his head.

  This treasure hunter murloc held a golden spar in both claws and handed it to Black, and the murloc's face was also surprised.

   Obviously, it is also the first time I have seen such a treasure.

  Blake reached out and took it, and found that it was not an equipment or a magical item, but a thing similar to a soul stone, which contained a robust and irritable soul.

  The pirate gestured to the people next to him, motioning them to move away, and released the soul in the spar.

   "Huihuihui"

   In the loud neighing of the warhorse, a majestic warhorse with golden light all over its body rushed out of the spar like a ghost. The golden horse's mane burned like a flame, jumping in the cabin, and it was extremely aggressive.

  Black reached out and stopped Fina, who was eager to step forward to tame it, and threw a scout:

  Name: Soul of the Ancient Holy Horse

  Status: Pure Spirit [can be ridden, special saddle required]

illustrate:

   This used to be Queen Azshara's favorite royal horse with a light mane, but unfortunately it died in the sky. It may not miss its master, but it also won't succumb to the next person who wants to tame it.

   It has gained precious freedom, and it will not be given up easily.

   "Hey, Shore, my brother."

  Blake stared at the soul of the holy horse in front of him. He had never seen such a majestic horse before. His dark eyes shone with unruly and unruly, like a wise spirit.

   He said to Shore next to him:

   "I haven't sent a present to your little king since he was baptized in the Holy Light.

Didn't    say before that he wanted to give you a share of the spoils? Why don't I give you the soul of the holy horse, and you bring it back to your child, the king, and so on, so that you can be promoted.

  Trust me, your king will be very interested in it.

  Look at it, it looks like a spiritual body inspired by the holy light. It only needs the special effect of '100 million dots' to make it the shining car of the paladin. "

   "Well, it's really good."

  Shoremo squinted his chin and looked at the irritable and energetic spirit of the ancient holy horse professionally. He said:

   "It is indeed a very suitable mount for a king. My Majesty will definitely like it very much."

   "Then it's settled."

  Black activated the spar, re-bound it in the slightest dissatisfaction of the Holy Horse's soul, threw it in his hand, and threw it to Shaw, who took it in his hand and put it in his arms.

   Then he spread his hands towards Blake and said:

   "I've accepted the gift for His Majesty Varian, but what about my trophy? Black, wouldn't a big pirate like you want to default on it?"

   "Why are you so greedy!"

  Black said dissatisfiedly:

   "I gave you the best thing in the treasure, that is Queen Azshara's favorite royal horse, you can use it to exchange for a title with the child king!"

   "That's what a jester can do. Do you think I look like a jester?"

  Shore pouted and said:

   "That's what you said, everyone has a share, and the more they work, the more they get."

   "Okay, okay, you can't suffer your brothers."

  The pirate beckoned to the little murloc, who rummaged through the large box full of bits and pieces, and finally took out a dark and delicate emblem and handed it to Black.

  The pirate took a look in his hand, covered his heart very playfully, made a distressed expression, and handed the royal emblem in his hand to Shaw.

   The master of MI7 took the emblem in his hand, and immediately felt a mysterious power gushing out of it, which made his concentration more concentrated and his movements more precise and deadly.

  Shore was born in a family of assassins and has seen many good things.

   He knew that this royal emblem of Erethras was really unusual, so he was satisfied.

   He pinned the emblem carefully on the neckline of his lined clothes as an inconspicuous decoration.

   "Pack up all the books in the trunk and bring them back to the House of Nar'Thalas, and the Dean will surely reward us for the precious knowledge we have recovered from the fallen Nightborne.

  Knowledge is priceless, idiots.

   Action Tap! "

   Black cursed:

   "If you dare to break a book, you will be the dean's experiment!"

   Under the scolding of the pirates, the ghost sailors of the Nagfar had to carry a box with four people, walking carefully so as not to damage the books.

   There are also all kinds of magic materials piled up together. All kinds of good things that the night children scavenged from the city of Eresharas are now cheap smelly pirates.

   This business is just perfect.

   "You go back to Tol Barad with us first."

  Black stroked the elven sword at his waist, and said to Maris Demon Calamity, who was wearing a cloak and was very low-key:

   "Hide there. When my good friend Illidan calls you, I will send you to the assembly point as quickly as possible."

   "Where did Lord Illidan go?"

   Maris asked:

   "Ilisana's message said he went to the Twisting Nether, when will your lord come back?"

"how could I know?"

  Black shook his head and said:

   "Although I am a prophet, I am not omniscient. For a man as miraculous as Illidan, it is not unusual for me to appear anywhere at any time.

   After all, according to the information I have obtained so far, he has obtained a strategic treasure in the hands of the Burning Legion, and the entire Twisting Void is allowed to run rampant.

   But I estimate that the day when he returns should not be far away.

  Be patient, maybe he will call you soon.

   Anyway, the demons can't be killed. "

"Um."

  Maris Demon Calamity nodded. Demon hunters have always been patient.

   But after walking out of the cabin, he asked in a strange low voice:

   "Black, the demon inside you. It's so powerful that I can hear it whispering to me when I'm around you."

   "Unfortunately it never spoke to me."

  The pirate touched his heart with a sad face and said:

   "Since I got it, it's like a mute, it will only silently give me strength, but I can't find anyone I want to chat with.

how?

   Do you also want to try the feeling of sealing a Nathrezim third lord in your body? "

"I can not."

  Maris Demon Calamity shook his head, with a desire, but said honestly:

   "I can't control such a powerful demon. It will capture my mind in an instant. Perhaps only a strong man like Lord Illidan can ignore its temptation."

   "Don't look down on yourself so much, I think you are also very talented."

  Blake laughed, his eyes under the blindfold rolled, and said:

   "Speaking of which, I do know of a subordinate dreadlord who has been hiding somewhere in Azeroth, plotting to cause chaos for its evil masters.

  The place is a bit far from here, I don't have time to go there, maybe you can take a trip instead of me.

   Drop by to help my mentor. "

   "A demon that hides and walks in this world?"

   Maris snorted, as if a satyr saw the little beauty, he immediately froze, and he said:

   "Tell me where it is and I'll go right away!"

   "No hurry, I'll take you there when I find a time."

   Black chuckled, these demon hunters, those who coexist introverted and crazy, with super strong execution, they really should let the group of lazy fish hunters under their command take a good look at their studies.

When    came to the deck, the pirate was not in a hurry to return to the ghost ship. In this open area, he held the hilt of Salameni at his waist and pulled out the silent elven sword.

   Holding the sword upright in front of him with his arms flat.

   This scene made Fenna, Shaw, and others stop in place. They looked at Black in front of them, wanting to see what kind of power the Elf Excalibur held by the stinky pirate.

  Black maintained that posture, and in the quiet moment when night fell, he poured the power of his body into the long sword in his hand.

   Mainly shadow power.

  This thing combines the shadow magic of the way of the warlock and the shadow of the way of the assassin, two of Black's three classes that have been perfected.

  Although it is still a little short of summing up the power of legend, it is enough to prove the path that pirates have walked.

   Salameni was shaking.

   It does not reject the power infusion from Black.

   But it did not open up his true self to the pirates because of this. It seemed to use the power of infusion to examine Blake's past, taste his present, and predict his future.

  The pirate didn't block his memory either, letting the sword in front of him judge whether he had the power to hold it.

  Drake's memory was quickly browsed, and the stinky pirate even felt the contempt of this sword, well, the most glorious moment of Drake's life was to die under the breath of the red dragon.

   This is what he himself admitted.

   But soon, the life of the pirate in front of him was instantly exciting.

   From the water rebirth in the waters of Khaz Modan, to the slaughter of the orc wars, to preventing Gul'dan from betraying the Hell, robbing the Nagfar, and playing with the Loa gods.

  From cruising the North Sea, helping the fallen demigods, planning a shocking event in Dalaran, severely wounding Deathwing to repel the Burning Legion, and then releasing the Elemental Monarch to attack the ancient gods.

   The legendary experience of each scene is like watching flowers on a horse, like a reverse of life before dying, and like a summary of his short and wonderful past from beginning to end.

  In the end, all the pictures are stuck in the present.

   "Stop looking forward?"

  Blake closed his eyes and whispered:

   "Should you be frightened by the fact that there is a wireless future in my memory? My poor Salamaine, are you frightened by the future fate of you and your sword bearer?"

   He chuckled lightly.

   This sarcasm made the long sword in his hand very dissatisfied, but there was nothing he could do.

"Look!"

   Fina screamed.

Everyone could see that a dark circle of light suddenly jumped out of the strange blade gap ring of the Salameni sword in Black's hand, as if it had completely filled in the last strange blank of the sword. .

   That means that the Elf Divine Sword has received Black's power infusion, and extended his unique holy sword posture for him:

  Assassin/Warlock·Shadow: Derived from the special effect of [Trickster], all attacks have a chance to activate the effect of [Shadow Dance], which briefly creates shadow ghosts, and cooperates with the sword bearer to attack.

   In the state of [Holy Sword Awakening], this effect takes effect on both blades at the same time.

   "Then, you have only one answer."

   Black whispered:

   "Witness me!"

   "click"

   Under the pull of his hands, with a sharp blade neighing, the two-handed sword-style elven divine sword Salameni split into two under everyone's astonished gaze.

  Holy Sword Awakens!

   The right sword Shalator Ripper slashes the sea breeze.

   Left-handed sword Eremene Marauder evokes the stars.

   Two one-handed swords, one long and one short, pulled out mysterious and eerie shadow blades under the night sky. As the pirate's hands spread out, they were displayed on the left and right sides of his body.

   looks like an eagle spreading its wings.

   "My God! You broke it!"

   In the silence of witnessing the awakening of the holy sword, the maddened scream of the stupid warrior was so out of place.

   "You prodigal son, you might as well give it to me!"

   (end of this chapter)