Azeroth Shadow Trail

   Chapter 894 224. Dwarf secret skills? I think I can learn it - add more updates for Brother Shuang Yanyu [425]

  Although His Majesty Magni, the Bronzebeard King, always believed that Blake Shaw, who had a bad reputation from the outside world, came to his kingdom with his own purpose.

   But if he knew what the wicked Black was doing, he would have rushed over with a warhammer and a battle axe in his hand as a giant from the sky, and broke the stinky pirate's legs with his own hands.

   Then throw him from the highest snowy peak in the back of Ironforge to feed the snow monsters!

   This wicked **** is actually bewitching his only daughter!

  Despite the fact that, as Moira said, Magni Bronzebeard was a patriarchal **** father, his dissatisfaction with his daughter was limited to the fact that he did not think the girl could rule the country well.

   Even Princess Moira herself admitted that her father was flawless in all but this aspect.

   He really regarded his daughter as the apple of his hand and gave her everything she needed from a young age.

   Although the father and daughter have frequent conflicts because of their different ideas, the relationship between the father and daughter is actually not so bad that they don't communicate with each other.

   But now, with Blake interfering, it is very likely that His Majesty Magni will lose his treasure.

   Although this thing is destined to happen.

   In the words of the stinky pirate, he was just a small "push" behind fate.

   However, His Majesty Magni does not know that something terrible is brewing now, and he will be busy with another important thing.

  In the big forge, His Majesty the King personally held a hammer of forging, wearing only a short jacket, beating in front of the iron felt.

  Beside him, Fina, who was still wearing "diplomatic clothes", was spraying a beautifully shaped kettle, always ready to dump the contents of the kettle on the iron felt in front of her.

   Of course, the water in this kettle is not ordinary water.

The    bright red liquid was full of a pungent smell, and after being taken out for several days, it remained hot as if it had been boiled.

   This is dragon blood!

   To be precise, the blood from the black dragon princess Onyxia is the real essence, full of power from the blood descendants of the dragon king.

   Such a pot of dragon-girl blood can easily create an elite dragon-blood cultist with a reinforced platoon. If it is carefully prepared by an alchemist, it can also be made into a dragon-blood potion that is enough for a small army.

   If Fina intends to sell the dragon blood in her hand, she can easily exchange it for rich rewards in Dalaran or Quel'Thalas, and it is also possible to pay with gold.

   But perhaps, this pot of priceless dragon blood can complete the final tempering for a weapon that is about to be reshaped.

   "It'll be ready soon, little girl."

Magni wielded his forging hammer, beating the elven sword Quelceira, which had been restored to a sharp-blade shape, on the big iron felt. The magma covered by the elemental magic of the melting pot was flowing beside him, making every hammer of the Bronzebeard King flow. Sparkling sparks.

   He told Fenna during the heat attack:

   "I will let you down in a while, and you will pour down the dragon's blood. Don't keep it. This holy sword is extremely powerful, and its appetite is also very strong. You must satisfy its desire."

"Uh-huh."

   Seeing that her other precious sword was about to be completed, Fina's eyes lit up and she nodded again and again.

   But the dark iron dwarf Hansel Heavy Punch beside her was very disdainful.

   This guy was stealthily learning the forging skills of the Bronzebeard dwarves, and he commented with disdain:

   "You are still using such a backward forging method? Look at your melting pot, which is full of rotten aura, which is comparable to the forging method of our dark iron dwarves.

  On the black iron felt of our heritage treasure, there is no need for such complicated techniques at all to repair this elven sword and give it the power of flames. "

   What he said was outrageous.

   is mainly due to the lack of distinction between occasions.

   The copper-bearded dwarf blacksmiths around    picked up the hammer at hand and stared dangerously at the black iron dwarf who spoke out abusive words.

   They're going to give this guy a little "love education".

   "Ignore him, the poor black irons regard slavery as power, this is the only way they can comfort themselves in their centuries of slavery.

   Let the poor **** continue to be proud, and don't pierce their last fig leaf.

   That's rude, guys. "

   King Bronzebeard didn't care about Hansel's sarcasm, and his words made a group of Bronzebeard blacksmiths laugh in unison.

  The king himself did not laugh, because he was not joking, he really thought so.

   This made the light in the Dark Iron Dwarf's eyes redder, but it also silenced him.

  Magni concentrates on his work. After several consecutive storms of beatings, the broken Elven Sword has been repaired to the perfect posture by the hammer.

"It's now!"

  Magni took a step back with his forging hammer, Fenna bit her lip and stepped forward to pour out the blood of the dragon, but suddenly heard Hansel Heavy Punch remind:

   "Put your anger into it!"

  Fina hesitated for a while, and the Dark Iron Dwarf said with a stronger voice:

   "Trust me, this will make it better and better.

   has no power characteristics that belong to you, it is just a perfect holy sword, but once it is connected with your mind, it is a perfect holy sword that only belongs to you, and no one else can touch it.

  Which one do you want? "

"To shut up!"

  Magney pushed Hansel away, and he reprimanded:

   "Adding random things will make it out of its original form."

   "Wouldn't that be better?"

  Hansel retorted screaming:

   "Bronze-bearded barbarians who only stick to the rules! No wonder your skills haven't improved in the past three hundred years. Don't you dare to innovate a little bit?"

   "Stop arguing with you guys!"

  Finna turned back and screamed, and took another step forward, pouring the dragon's blood in her hand onto the hot silver holy sword, but her other hand also held the hot hilt.

   This reckless contact made Fenna's face pale instantly.

  The scorched flesh of the palm felt bad, but she didn't waste time, a surging rage was cast on the holy sword before the sword was completely reshaped.

   As the dragon's blood and anger filled, the remodeled elven sword seemed to "melt" again amid the exclamations of the dwarf blacksmiths.

   Its blade and blade were rapidly cooled by Fenna's continuous infusion of anger, and slightly changed into a more lethal and brutal form in the streamer flash.

   "It's done!"

  Hansel clapped his hands and cheered. He looked back proudly at the group of copper-bearded blacksmiths, and he said proudly:

   "Did you see? This is the black iron forging technique, which is way higher than your bronze beard forging technique. Little girl, swing it quickly and let these **** see your sword!"

   "Don't worry, don't worry."

  Fina didn't care about the burns in her palms, she caressed the elf sword in her hands obsessively, and whispered:

   "I need to know its name first. It has its own name."

   "What's wrong with this girl?"

  Magney was stunned for a moment, looked back at Hansel, and said:

   "You taught her this ritual too? How could the weapon tell her name?"

   "It's not part of the black iron forging, we don't have this **** ritual."

  Hansel whispered awkwardly:

   "Who knows where she learned it, maybe it's a technique that the elves are babbling about?"

   In the gaze of a group of dwarves with big eyes and small eyes, Fenna closed her eyes and stroked the silver blade in her hand, just like the "conversation" with the Ashbringer in the Molten Core.

   The sharp blade made with her anger also showed the feeling of "blood fusion".

   She could hear the neighing of the blade.

   "I got it, I heard it."

  Fina grinned, and in the swirling blades of her wrists, she said:

   "It's called Quel'Serra, it's called Killing Remnant."

   "I think you just gave it a majestic name casually."

   The dwarf king whispered.

   But he doesn't care about such trivial matters, elf, he's always so rambunctious. And he personally completed the remodeling of a holy sword, which made Magni happy.

  The king grabbed the jug at hand, took a sip, and said to Fina:

   "I heard that you have learned great skills from Daelin, and that you are a rare legendary warrior in Quel'Thalas. You have broken through the magic obsession of your weak brethren, which is great.

  Do you want to come and learn, little girl?

   is like trying your new sword. "

"OK!"

   Facing Magni's invitation, Fenna agreed immediately. She glanced at the healing wound on her palm, and the stinging pain made her frown slightly.

   But for warriors, it is their motto that pain inspires strength.

   From this point of view, good warriors have "masochistic glory".

More than ten minutes later, in King Magni's own training room not far from the throne room, the king raised the warhammer and tomahawk, and slammed the two weapons in front of him, making a harsh sound and sparks. splash.

   He said to Fenna, who was holding the sword of Querceira:

   "To learn skills? Or to have a hearty battle?"

   "No tricks!"

   Fina rolled her eyes when she heard the word, and she complained:

   "I almost vomited from practicing my skills recently. Come on, let's have a real fight. I'm also a legendary warrior, you don't have to worry about hurting me, Your Majesty."

"All right."

  Magney is a straightforward dwarf, and he doesn't have any politeness.

   As he stepped forward, the king turned around, and the warhammer in his hand smashed towards Fenna in the sound of thunder. The starting point is the secret skill of the king of the hill, the hammer of the storm, and it is really merciless.

   But Fina became full of fighting spirit because of this.

   She roared forward, the tide version of anger surged, holding the humming Quel'Sera Killing Remnant and punched forward with a powerful City Breaker.

The explosion of   's power gathered at one point destroyed the storm hammer that Magni had smashed, and sent the war hammer flying with a loud noise.

   "Hahaha, not bad."

  Magni's short legs filled with strength in laughter, leaped heroically into the sky, grabbed the warhammer, and slammed into Fenna after falling.

  The battle between fighters and fighters is not so fancy, in the face of attacks either block or dodge. But if you choose to dodge, you will fall into the dilemma of being continuously suppressed by the opponent, so Fenna chose to face Gang.

"boom"

   The collision of the three weapons pushed the slender elf back several steps.

   Good guy.

   This dwarf is so powerful!

   is at least a quarter stronger than Daelin's! What did they eat to grow up? Is it really like one dragon egg a day in Blake's bad novel?

  Fina's arms were a little numb, but she was not frustrated by this, but stepped forward again with her sword in hand.

   This reckless gesture caused Magni to shake his head slightly.

   This is not possible.

  A warrior really needs to pursue ferocity, but in battle it is so easy to become a reckless man. A real warrior must learn to release his anger and also learn to suppress it.

  A warrior who is both angry and calm is the deadliest warrior.

   But the next second, he realized he was wrong.

   Fenna was "cheating" him.

"boom"

The moment   Quelceira collided with Magni's warhammer and tomahawk, the dwarf king felt that the power on the blade was not Fenna's full blow, and she still kept the power.

   What a cunning elf!

The    dwarf showed a smile of a warrior, and was about to break his move when he saw Fina's left hand grabbing back, and a huge silver blade slightly larger than Querceira jumped into her hand.

   In the anger that erupted like a tidal wave, he slashed down with a slashing attitude.

"boom"

   There was another loud bang, and the disgraced Magni flew out, rolling in the air several times before landing on the ground.

   In front of him, Fenna, holding a heavy weapon in each of her left and right hands, stood there panting, the two holy swords entwined in anger echoing each other, like two fiery red wings extending out of her hands.

   "Titan's Grip?"

   Magni exclaimed.

   The image of the elf's slender body holding two brutal giant blades has a strange impact, and the most important thing is that Fenna's beheading with two swords is extremely threatening.

   This means that the elf warrior has mastered the mystery of the violent branch of power, and she can turn into a berserker who will set off a storm of flesh and blood at any time.

   That is an opponent that no one wants to face.

   They attacked furiously like a mad dog, and they also had the "Rage Immortality" that was said to be incessant rage and mad fighting.

   "No fighting, no fighting."

  Magney, holding his weapon, said:

   "If you fight again, you won't be able to hold back. I'm afraid I'll hurt you, little girl."

  “嘁”

  Fenna, who was surrounded by anger, pouted and said:

   "Isn't that the secret technique of bronze beard that the gods descended to earth? It's not like I haven't seen it before. Come on, dwarf, let me see the power of the king of the hill, maybe I can learn that kind of technique from you."

   "You can't learn."

  Magney said solemnly:

   "Only the race of the mission can use this power given by the ancestors, and only the descendants of the King of the Mountain can use it."

"I do not believe."

  Fina raised her two blades, a sly look flashed in her eyes, she said:

   "I learned a trick from an old orc a few days ago, it's an eye-opener for you."

   In the next moment, the elf warrior launched a powerful charge, and the moment it hit Magni, he swung his two blades, and the destructive blade storm turned to the cheers of Fenna.

   Magni frowned, facing the deadly mad attack in front of him, he clenched his weapon and rammed forward under the call of the expanding power of his body.

   This elf girl is too arrogant! So impolite!

   She must be taught a lesson.

   (end of this chapter)