MTL - Azeroth Shadow Trail-Chapter 45 44. A young man's first good weapon

   Chapter 45 44. The first good weapon for young people

"it is good!"

   After repeatedly confirming the news of Old Dahl's death in battle, Pasonia Shore finally felt relieved. She looked at the quiet night around her.

   took another look at the shattered flaming blade battle flag that was inserted not far away.

  Although the corpse of the old swordsman was taken away, the presence of this battle flag of the Burning Blade clan for generations can still prove the great victory of the alliance tonight.

   But the next moment, the eyes of everyone present fell on the black sword in front that was slanted on the ground and the Gorefiend didn't have time to take away.

  After the death of Old Dahl, the flaming sword returned to its most simple posture, as if it was self-enclosed.

   "That is. Evidence!"

  Pasonia looked around and saw that her grandson had gone outside the woods to look for the ranger Nathanos Maris who was repelled by the Gorefiend, and there were only two legends left.

   and a pirate.

   Granny Shaw coughed and said:

   "It must be brought back to Lordaeron as inspiring proof that it."

   "If it falls into the hands of you humans, it will be useless!"

  Muradin. Bronzebeard was blowing smoke rings, revealing a dwarf's unique love for divine weapons.

   He said in a loud voice:

   "Let's bring such a legendary blade back to Ironforge first, and let our best blacksmiths find out its forging techniques. This thing is said to be forged in the depths of the magma in the world of Draenor.

   has been passed down in the Fireblade Clan for thousands of years, maybe it will unlock the secrets of the Fireblade inheritance for us. "

   "Wake up, little dwarf."

  Ms. Pasonia did not give in, she put her hands on her hips and said coldly:

   "Ironforge and the whole of Khaz Modan are surrounded by orcs, how do you bring it back?

  You should know that if the Fireblade Clan knows that this Juggernaut's Blade is in your hands, they will desperately take it back. "

   "Let the greenskins come!"

  Muradin, like a real dwarf, said stubbornly and rudely:

   "Let's see if they are better, or if my warhammer is better!"

   The quarrel between the two did not start at all.

  Because Ms. Passonia is not old enough to forget the promises she made a few hours ago.

   Before the mission action, she said that she would give Black the power to choose trophies, but the legendary assassin did not expect that things would develop to this point.

   It stands to reason that Black, a rookie assassin, would not be able to intervene in the legendary battle at all.

   But he just did it.

   "Cough cough."

  The pirate is also very sensible, without delaying the precious healing time of the two injured legends, he coughed a few times, pointed to the sword in front of him, and said in a short and powerful tone:

   "I want that!"

   "I have the priority to choose the spoils, I am willing to give up all the proceeds from tonight's battle, I don't want any reputation, I want that!"

   After he finished speaking, he ignored the presence of the two legends, threw out the hook, pulled himself to jump over, and grabbed the black straight-edged sword that reached his chest.

   One effort.

   Well, I didn't pull it out.

Awkward.

   With both hands, he pulled the knife out of the ground with a sharp swipe.

   is very heavy.

   This is the first feeling of the battle knife, this thing does not seem to be the weight of this volume of steel.

   The density inside it must be extremely high.

   And touching the blade of the sword with your hand, it doesn't feel like pure steel, but a combination of cooling magma and steel with a frosted texture.

  Black held it with both hands and made a slashing motion.

   In the translucent character card equipment column in front of him, a new entry is being generated, and it is different from all the weapons and equipment he currently has.

   not only has the name of the weapon, the attribute entry, but also comes with a folded description:

   Flaming Blade Sank'su

   Legendary Quality

   Extraordinary Armor Breaker. Extraordinary Destruction of Magic. Extraordinary Sharpness. Extremely Bleeding.

  Class Inscription: Juggernaut

   The name of the weapon, Blake has long known, in a certain version in the late game, this sword appeared, but unfortunately it appeared in the form of a quest item.

   And the five special effects entries it comes with, as well as the last "never wear", are absolutely worthy of the legendary quality of this sword.

   But it was the last line that really made Black's heart tremble.

   As early as entering Azeroth and calling out the character card for the first time, Blake was very interested in the legendary class and mythical class on the character card.

  As he guessed, these legendary classes should be those powerful and attractive classes that are not open to players in the game, and only belong to the exclusive classes of noble NPC masters.

   And the inscription description of the blazing blade Sanksu also proves this.

   In order to open the legendary class, you must first obtain something similar to a "Proof of Strength", and the sword in front of you undoubtedly belongs to this category.

  Blake focused on the description of the "Class Inscription", just like opening the folded information, a new area was extended under the character card.

   But before he could take a closer look, he felt two hands touching him at the same time.

   A woman's hand, placed on the shoulder.

   A dwarf's hand on his waist.

Ugh.

   It's really hard for these naturally short people.

   "Ravenholdt is willing to trade other things for this sword, Black, don't be angry yet, listen to me, this is not a robbery.

   or coercion. "

   Pasonia's voice rang in Blake's ear.

   with a touch of seriousness.

she says:

   "The Assassin League has existed for nearly three thousand years, and we have seen far more magical weapons than you might imagine. We do not necessarily have to collect this sword saint's blade.

   But if you carry it, it will cause you trouble.

  You can interpret my request as a kind of cautious protection. "

   "Yes, the old woman didn't lie to you, young man."

  Muradin. Bronzebeard is much more straightforward.

   With the straightness and simplicity unique to dwarves, he enjoyed dwarf tobacco, and said to Black earnestly:

   "As we just said, after the news of Old Dahl's death in battle, the entire Burning Blade clan may be divided, but it may also be united by Orgrim in the name of revenge.

   And this lost sword saint's blade, the symbol of the fire blade, is what they must get.

  Can you imagine what you will encounter after wearing this sword on your body? You will be regarded as the enemy of the world by all the Fireblade Orcs, and they will hunt you down incessantly.

   Orcs from other clans will also join them. "

   Pasonia sighed, she followed the dwarf's words and continued:

   "We did our best to kill an orc legend tonight, and there are at least seven legends left in the entire tribe, whether it's for revenge for Old Dahl.

   or transfer hatred to the alliance, you will be their target.

   But your performance tonight has proved your worth, Ravenholdt will not give up any valuable members, I have to think about your safety.

  Perhaps, you will also become a legend in the next era.

   But that is the next era after all.

  You can deposit it in the manor, when you have enough strength to hold it, we will return it to you, this is your trophy.

   As long as I am alive, no one can take it away.

   So, what about your answer? "

   Black blinked.

   He first glanced at Muradin, whose blue eyes were floating in worry, smiled at the dwarf prince, and then glanced at the expressionless Lady Passonia behind him.

   He took a step back, holding the heavy sword in his hand.

He says:

   "Thank you for your reminders and warnings, you are all masters and seniors worthy of respect, but I am not afraid. I even hope the orcs will hunt me down for this.

   It also saves me wasting time looking for them.

   I would love to carry on the business of the Orc Killer until I avenge my comrades buried in Khaz Modan waters until this war is over.

   It will end.

   And the Alliance will definitely win!

   I will also contribute to this cause, even if it is just to kill one more orc. Two masters, if I am unfortunate enough to die in battle.

  Then, please spend a little more time, bring this sword back to the alliance, and find the next master for it who will not fail it. "

  Blake's words were righteous.

   But the core meaning is just one:

   The equipment is in my hands!

  No one wants me to hand it over!

  Unless I die, and there is a crazy Queen Hela behind me, even if I die, I will take this sword to hell!

   "Not to mention, the threat of the tribe."

  Blake laughed a few times in his heart.

   He looked at the distant town of Steinblade and thought:

"The seemingly powerful tribe is already the grasshopper of the autumn queen. The Shadow Council has begun such a bold move, indicating that the king of the second and fifth sons of the tribe, the great warlock Gul'dan has begun to plan the betrayal that will surely shock the world. .

   One or two months at most.

The    tribe would fall apart.

   Until then, it will be difficult for the orcs to protect themselves, and there will still be empty worlds running after me? "

  Blake's resoluteness made Pasonia and Muradin look at each other. They are both mature and sophisticated characters. How could they not understand the meaning of this little assassin in front of him?

   After being silent for more than ten seconds, Pasonia played with the dagger in her hand and said to Blake:

   "Well, we respect your choice, this kind of stubbornness towards the target is indeed a necessary condition for becoming a master assassin, and I am very optimistic about your future.

   The premise is.

  If you can live to your glorious future.

   However, you have to go to Steinblade City with us first, don't worry, it's not to rob your treasure, but to meet a big man with us.

   He had to personally confirm the news before moving the war to the next stage. "

"Um?"

  Black was stunned for a moment.

   He heard the deep meaning in the words of Master Passonia, and in the next moment, he said:

   "Marshal Lothar is really in that city? Isn't this a trap? Is the news the Burning Blade received true? You. How can you be so bold?"

   "Hahaha, young man, you really underestimate Lothar's courage."

  Muradin laughed, and the Wildhammer Prince Yangtian exhaled a plume of smoke. He patted his stomach and said loudly:

   "Tonight's ambush was proposed by Lothar himself and operated by Ravenholdt, but he didn't come here specifically as a bait.

The    Alliance Grand Marshal came to this city because there were extremely important things to confirm.

   And our ambush tonight has already confirmed important information for him. Cough, I can't say more about it, the old dwarf.

   Maybe in a few days, you will know. "

   Seeing Muradin's excited expression, Blake's eyes rolled.

   He had already guessed the answer.

  The tribal chief Orgrim Doomhammer, with several large clan troops, secretly left the hills and went further north nearly half a month ago.

it's a pity.

The    Alliance could have gotten the news ten days in advance because of the letter that Black intercepted from the orc scout, but because of the intervention of the bronze dragon, the world line was forcibly turned back to its original rhythm.

   Ten days!

   In such a decisive battle between the two sides, if such an important battle report can be obtained ten days in advance, the victory of the alliance will definitely come earlier, and countless casualties and losses can be avoided in the future.

pity

  In the eyes of the bronze dragons who manage time, history, whether it has happened or not, cannot be changed.

   They missed a chance to end the war.

what a pity.

   (end of this chapter)