MTL - Azeroth Shadow Trail-v2 Chapter 1896 24. Bad old man or something is the worst

   Chapter 1896 24. Bad old man or something is the worst

  Aggramar doesn't care about these so-called eternal truths. He only cares about what Black has promised. He came to the world of death to catch the initiator of all conspiracies.

  The parting ways between the Pantheon and Sargeras and the hatred of ultimate destruction were enough to make Aggramar go to hell, and Black's arrival strengthened the avenger's determination.

   He is willing to give everything for this purpose, not to mention cooperating with the evil-minded Eternal.

   After Blake persuaded Aggrama to join this small group in a few words, Zovar's attitude towards the evil gods was obviously much better.

  All the rooms in Torghast Sinsoul Tower are open to Lord Evil God, and the fresh anima extracted from the suffering soul is also up to Black to choose.

   If the evil **** is interested, you can even enter those various torture halls and obtain anima in person.

   But unfortunately, Your Excellency Pirates hates the way of "climbing the tower".

   He didn't want to experience Kai Wushuang's battle at all, he just walked around the Bone Sanctuary where the Abysssworn stored top-level anima, took a few **** of anima **** as toys, and left here.

   He still has business to do.

"boom"

   A closed hall at the height of the Tower of Sinful Souls that ordinary people could not find was violently smashed open by the power of the evil god.

   He threw out a mass of truth thoughts to block all the peeping senses around him, so that Zovar could no longer see him.

   In front of him, there was a wolverine giant with arms and neck pulled by three chains of dominance, kneeling on the platform of the hall.

   This guy is wearing tattered clothes, and it can only be seen that his robes must be gorgeous in the past, but now he looks like an old man picking up garbage, his body is covered with torture scars and dirt.

   And he wears a huge Lingsteel skull mask on his head.

   is not only to hide his identity, but also a torture tool, used to completely hide his true mask, only two dark green soul fires can be seen from the shackled mask.

   Beside this wretched and eccentric giant is a pile of tools for forging, and a few unfinished rune swords left there. Black is not a professional blacksmith, but he has a good relationship with Muradin and knows some forging skills.

   From the forging skills of those rune swords, it can be seen that this locked guy is definitely a super powerful blacksmith.

   Exactly.

it's him!

Blake's eyes flashed fiercely, strode forward and waved the chain of dominance in his hand mercilessly, whipping it like a whip, the short chain flying and extending in the hands of the pirates, with a slamming sound for fear of hitting the giant's scar. With his tired waist, the latter, who was locked in a painful posture, struggled to let out a painful scream.

   "Are you awake?"

   The evil **** cursed in a vicious voice:

   "I'm here to trouble you, **** engraver, look what you've done to my sword!"

He pulled out the vibrating Sarameni Sorrowful Blade from his changing robes and let her levitate beside him. Saratore and Eremeni were still uttering some flattering words that frightened the pirates. , while touting the mighty pirates, while vowing to kill all the women beside the pirates.

   It was as if he had turned into two terrifying sick sword girls.

   This incomplete divine sword has indeed been completed, but while its power has been greatly increased, it has also shown characteristics that make Black very headaches.

   "I remember this sword."

   The engraver, who was awakened by the pirate's chain, lowered his head, the chain behind his head rattled, and a low, old and hollow voice came from under the helmet of the torture device.

   He stared at the blade of mourning suspended in front of Black and said:

   "It was I who reshaped her, it was I who filled her shortcomings, and it was I who carved the **** rune for her, lo and behold, what a beautiful lethal weapon.

   I thought this sword was prepared for me by Zovar, but I didn't expect it to be a gift. "

   said, the engraver's bound head shifted a bit and looked at Blake, the green soul fire was beating, showing his curiosity about Blake.

   He said to Black, who was holding the Chain of Domination and was murderous:

"You must be a great person to make Zovar so interested in you, and he even allowed you to come and see me. Ah, far away, you are the first person I saw after I was imprisoned here. stranger.

and many more!

   The breath of your body, you are not the dead, nor are you a creature from the shadow world, you come from the material world?

   is really strange. "

   "You don't care who I am."

  Black put his hands on his hips and said to the engraver:

   "Do you remember who you are?"

"Me? I'm not. Wait, who am I? My brain is a bit messed up, some memories have been extracted, ah, **** it! Zovar took my most important memories, leaving only my forging knowledge. serve him."

  The talismanist's tone became more intense, and the chains that bound his wrists rattled as they struggled.

   he roared:

   "He asked me to forge a rune sword and a helmet for him, and he put the fragments of his will into it, and he said he would send that weapon into the material world.

  My God!

  What have I done?

  The power of death should be restrained in this country, and the six forces should abide by the rules and not interfere with each other, God! Above the Firstborn, I have become His accomplice. "

   "The sword is called Frostmourne, and the library is called the Helm of Dominion. I have seen them and even touched them."

  Blake picked up his pipe and looked at the insane roar of the engraver in front of him. A deep light flashed in his narrowed eyes.

He says:

"If you don't think about their usefulness, just from a practical point of view, you are undoubtedly the best master blacksmith I have ever seen. I wonder why you can forge weapons like Frostmourne and Apocalypse. Modifying this sword for me will make her so insane. Enough!

  Although I like the charming and cute sword girl, but I can't stand two sick girls who covet the life of my wife and lover all the time.

you!

  You change them back for me!

   Return my cute and obedient sword girl! "

   "Change? No, I can't change it, stranger."

   As soon as he talked about his field of expertise, the crazy engraver immediately came to the spirit.

   With the help of the three chains of dominance that bound his body, he changed his posture of sitting cross-legged on the ground, and said to Blake eloquently:

"Your weapon is quite peculiar, an outsider, and the forging technique it represents amazes me. It is a very complete soul weapon, which should have been bred in the long time and countless battles. her will.

   But you gave this sword a soul in advance with the knowledge of the Venthyr.

The technique of   Soul Blade comes from the inheritance of the Shadow Realm. I vaguely remember that it was the spiritualization technique that I first created, but that technique is not used on such weapons.

  Its material is so good, its potential is so amazing that the soul and will you give her grows too fast. "

  The engraver shook his head, and in the sound of the collision of the chains, like an old man who talked about the mountains, he explained to the frowning Blake earnestly:

   "You made the same mistake as Denasius. The Great Emperor's Soul Blade, Remonia, is a fragment of will that was separated from the Great Emperor's own mind. There is nothing wrong with the process itself.

But every high-ranking sword fighter in Maldraxxus knows to guide their soul weapon in the direction they want, and you two laymen are too letting their swords grow on their own, and don't guide them in the right direction Well, in your words, grow up to the right Sword Maiden character.

  The Great Emperor's Sword Maiden has become a bloodthirsty lunatic, while your Sword Maiden has become a jealous and sick girl who longs to take over her master.

  This is like raising children, strangers.

  When I was a child, I didn't teach my children well, and I grew crooked. Your request now is for me to kill your children and re-bring an obedient sword girl for you.

   Listen to yourself, it's cruel!

  I can't do it and I don't want to do it. "

   "Beeeeeeeeeeeeeee."

   After the engraver finished speaking, the two playful sword girls swirled around Black and made weird weeping noises, accusing Black of not loving them anymore.

   "The master must have other weapons out there, that's why he wants to abandon and kill us."

   "I just said that it was a stupid choice for us to leave the master! We are going to lose him, hum, don't let me find the little **** weapons that seduce the master, I must chop them!"

   The two sword girls were crying and making a fuss, which annoyed Blake.

   He rubbed his forehead, looked at the engraver, and said:

   "Okay okay, if it's my fault. I really shouldn't spoil them too much, but what now? I can't keep staring at them, can I?

   Their destructive power is too strong now, and they have also learned all kinds of terrible dark wisdom from me, and my wife and lover will be accidentally hurt by them. "

   "Well that's really a problem."

   The engraver thought about it and said:

   "Perhaps we can add a small restriction to your mourning blade, so that they cannot harm the life you favor. It's easy, just add an extra repression inscription on the sword."

   "Whoosh"

With a swipe of the pirate's finger, Shalator turned into a blue streamer and flew out, hitting the chain of the engraver's left hand with precision, and the shackles were easily shattered in the sparks, and the unprepared engraver slammed. He fell to the ground.

   "Then let's get started."

  Black put the two swords together, placed it on the forging table in front of the engraver, and said:

   "Hurry up and get this done, I don't want to hug my wife and see her killed by a jealous sabre in my arms, this **** sucks."

   "Master, you don't love us anymore, woo woo."

   "Shut up! If you keep arguing, I'll throw you to old Gani."

  The pirate scolded and quieted the sword girls who had released themselves. The blade of mourning was placed on the forging table, and a restraining inscription was imposed on the strange laughter of the engraver.

  The amnesiac engraver also babbled like a **** old man:

   "Well, sweet love, this thing is a real luxury in the shadow world, you're a lucky bastard, foreigner, come, tell me about your world.

   is to satisfy the sad longing of an old man who has been imprisoned for too long and has some dementia. "

   "Just pretend, you still lose your memory. Is the brain of the dignified Eternal so useless?"

  Blake pouted and said:

   "This plot is too vulgar.

  Tell me honestly, did you instigate the resistance of Zovar and Denathius? Another amnesia plot just right to pick myself out of it.

   In this way, no matter who wins or loses, you can be invincible.

  Tsk tsk, worthy of being a soldier master who is good at all the fighting methods of all things in the world, and he is also a good player at playing tricks and tricks. "

   "Who knows what you say?"

  The engraver said with a confused expression:

   "Soldier? Who is that? The name is so familiar."

  The pirate glanced at the dark green eyes shining under the mask of the engraver, and he said softly:

   "You know I'm a Void God, right? You know what a Void chopper like me is best at? You know what I came to the Shadowlands for?

  I have collected two of the five major marks. My wives are looking for the marks of the soldier in Keshia. Where will I go with my own hands.

  The passage to the Tomb of the First Nativity is about to open, and I will open it with my own hands.

  I don't lie to you either.

  I'm planning some terrible and terrible things that will turn the entire shadow world upside down. If you care about your domain, now is your last chance to stop me.

   Just take this sword to my heart, and the Shadow Realm will escape disaster. "

   "Why would I do this? Stranger."

   The engraver still said in a dazed tone:

   "Why do you keep talking to yourself, strange guy, are you a lunatic? Besides, this world is in such a mess, there must be a problem with the foundation of the world's operation.

  Why should I risk my fall trying to correct an already flawed system?

  It's so annoying to tinker with something, like forging weapons. "

   This babbling old giant said in a somber tone as he inscribed runes on the Blade of Sorrow:

   "If there is a problem with the original embryo of a weapon, the best solution is to melt it and re-forge it. A true forge master will not bother trying to repair a third-rate weapon with the wrong source.

   A messy post-war wasteland is the most suitable for building new rules from scratch. Of course, the premise is that the wrong poison is completely removed from this field.

  Well, but what does all this have to do with an old man with amnesia?

   Maybe it was a conspirator who led the once-just Zovall to accidentally see the flaws in the world. Maybe there was an old silver coin who sensed Denathius' dark ambition and used it.

   But maybe he did all this not to dominate the realm of death, but to correct a mistake that existed from the source age?

   Stranger, don't think everyone is as evil as you are.

   Just as conspiracy can be used to do good deeds. "

   "Clap clap"

  Blake sat cross-legged in front of the forging table, clapped his hands and applauded, and said to the embarrassed engraver a few seconds later:

   "Mingren don't speak secretly! I installed my man in Maldraxus, and I want him to be the second soldier! As for the old man who has been missing for a long time, who cares where he goes!

  Since you have already fallen into hell, why not just build a nest for yourself in hell?

   Anyway, Zovar said that the cursed land of the Maw has always longed to have its own master. "

   The movement of the engraver to inscribe the rune stopped, and the old man with amnesia glanced at Black and said:

   "What a big appetite!"

   At this moment, a cold and peculiar aura impacted the heart of Lord Heretic God, making him seem to have seen countless wars that exist in countless worlds, the mountains of corpses and the sea of ​​blood and the roaring gestures of those victors.

   "He's still watching."

  The pirate pointed to the sky and said casually:

   "Since you've lost your memory, can you be a little more professional?"

   "Oh, of course, you're right."

   The engraver nodded in agreement and changed back to his dementia-like appearance.

   A few seconds later, the confinement inscription of the Sorrowful Blade was finished. When Black put away the sharp blade, the embarrassed old man suddenly said:

   "Young man, do a full set of things, you look like a very good guy, can you help me put an end to this lousy old man's flawed plan?"

   "Hey, the price to hire me is high."

The    pirate glanced at the engraver and said:

   "Can you afford it?"

   "Well, although I'm not rich, I still have this skill."

  The engraver looked up and down at Black, and finally set his eyes on the Chain of Dominion on the pirate's wrist. He said:

   "You don't have an artifact that matches your godhead, do you need my help?"

"How much?"

   Black asked.

   The engraver looked him in the eyes and said:

   "In the face of the second soldier, Mr. Grom Hellscream, it's free."

   (end of this chapter)