MTL - Azeroth Shadow Trail-v2 Chapter 1978 2. Yo, boy juice, I heard that you want to be my stepfather?

   Chapter 1978 2. Yo, boy juice, I heard that you want to be my stepfather?

   "Huh? Where am I?"

  Blake Xiao's mind was a little confused, he looked at everything around him blankly.

   He still maintains the wind-pulling posture of crossing the vortex of the shadow kingdom, and there is nothing missing on his body, the sad double-edged in his hand is also held at the fingertips, and the Luna armor on his body is still intact.

   is that the pirate hat on his head is gone.

   Of course, this is not a big problem. The evil spirits have a thought, and the Luna armor transformed into a pirate outfit once again fashioned a black pirate hat.

  The real problem is that he is no longer on the Nagfar, and according to the plan, he should return to the material stars with his ship to start a journey across the universe.

   But not anymore.

   He found that he seemed to have been thrown into an unfamiliar place when he crossed the boundary just now. It was still shrouded in starlight, but there was nothing around it.

  Black raised his head, glanced at the starry sky above his head, and then cursed "Damn holographic projection".

   With his level of power, it is not difficult to find that this starry sky is vivid but not real, and there is no star he is familiar with in this starry sky.

   "Fellow fellows?"

   Lord Cthulhu rolled his eyes, and he understood what was going on in his heart, so he vigilantly held Salameni, who was also ready for battle, and shouted at the top of his voice:

   "Is this the welcome ceremony? The sample is quite unique, don't hide it, come out and meet me."

   No one answered him.

   There was only a cold wind blowing from nowhere.

   blew from all directions, and even blew into the pirate's clothes along the cracks where the Moonlight Armor did not exist. The cold that seemed to freeze his heart made him shiver.

   Ordinary cold definitely does not have this effect.

   This kind of efficacy that seems to freeze even the godhead must come from the coercion of the same level or even higher power, and it happened that Black felt the same feeling.

   Just one day ago, before the start of my wedding, I felt the unique atmosphere when I saw the Windrunner mother who had reunited for a long time.

   "Ha, this is the cheap son who came here."

   Black grinned.

   Intertwined his hands to wake up the holy sword of Salameni, the left and the right two swords were infused with different godheads, and stood up in front of him with faint purple and dark moon streamers alternately, and lowered their bodies to prepare for battle.

   He knows that the comer is not good.

   But this guy is hard-nosed by nature, and he still refuses to admit defeat when he knows people are asking for trouble, and the "other son" that Windrunner's mother calls out quickly shows up.

   In the shadows that quickly covered the stars, a tall figure quickly gathered in front of Black from the starlight.

   It can be seen that this is not a guy who likes sneak attacks.

   He appeared so open and upright, and in the swaying of a frosted black cloak, a Quel'dorei elf wearing dark dragon armor, holding a scarlet starlight war scythe, and a handsome but indifferent face appeared in front of Blake.

   This guy has the arrogance and indifference that elves should have.

   But what is surprising is that he wears a blindfold on his face like a pirate, and his left eye appears to be injured.

   However, this unique decoration did not damage the cold and gloomy aura of the person in front of him, but added an extra touch of fierceness to his slightly slender body.

   "You're from Azeroth?"

  Black looked up and down at the person in front of him. He blinked and said:

   "Are you a fellow?"

   "Well, a fellow in a double sense."

   The man replied:

   "I came from the same hometown as you, and we both finished our second lives in Azeroth, and at the end of the story, we will also go to the same place.

   Our life trajectories are very similar, so those two **** sent me to greet you. "

   "But I feel like you're here to beat me up, you're not friendly, maybe it's because of my too close personal relationship with General Liresa? Is that your mother?"

  The face of the abyss behind the Evil God Lord unfolded, and the slender, weird and twisted shape of the void swung its teeth and claws to add momentum to him.

   And in the face of Blake's provocation, the ruthless handsome grinned.

In the unfolding of the power that killed the stars, the war scythe in his hand rotated in a circle and was held by the hands covered with the frost armor. A frozen skull mask is formed on the handsome face.

   "Be confident, annoying Black classmate, don't feel it."

He says:

   "I'm here to beat you!"

   The next moment, a red light flashed.

  The cold starlight war scythe slashed head-on with the momentum of splitting the universe, and before the sharp blade arrived, the evil god-sama who brought the cold wind to his face seemed to be unable to stand upright like a mountain of Hyjal on his back.

   But his reaction was still quick.

   Not only saw the demon skeletons emblazoned on both sides of the scythe in the hand of the cold and handsome guy in front of him, one was Lord Kil'jaeden and the other was Mr. Archimonde, but he also recognized the style and formation of this guy's attack.

   Isn't this the ordinary Howling Blast plus Obliteration Blow of the death knights?

The    moves are very common.

   is nothing more than a hundred million points of strength, a hundred million points of momentum, and a hundred million points of power.

   Such a hip-pulling attack, he didn't bother to hide at all, and just taking it head on would be nothing more than the end of being chopped to pieces and wiped out.

  Small scene.

   But the best part is that since he knows the principles of this tactic and combat technique, it means that the thief truth that he has not used for a long time can finally come in handy.

"boom"

  Blake's two swords were folded together, and Salameni turned into a two-handed epee and intertwined with the power of the void. With an identical annihilation blow, it came first, and from bottom to top, it confronted the windrunner who was headed to the front.

   In addition to this battle of combat skills, there is also the face of the abyss that has transformed into the essence of the silent one, and smashes thousands of truths to the damned guy in front of him.

   seems complicated, but in fact it is a way for both parties to greet each other.

  The two figures passed by in the sound of the collision of the weapons, the handsome elf stood up with his sickle, the skeleton mask on his face made a cracking sound, and the cold layer of ice was chopped into a small piece.

   Other than that, there was no damage.

   And Lord Black behind him was a little worse.

His face of the abyss of the Silent One dissipated in the screams, his body like an evil dragon seemed to be crushed into powder by the mighty force of death, and the Luna armor on his body was also forced to return to black under the oppression of a thousand strikes in a flash. The posture of the owl battle armor has more bleak traces on it, as if the cold wind from the north has cut through it.

  Evil God's beloved double-blade is also screaming in agony.

The swords of Shalatol and Eremeni were shaking. Although they were not cut off by the dangerous guy after the strengthening of the soldier, the collision of the weapons made the Blade of Sorrow read the irresistible power of death. add body.

   "Master, be careful! You are not his opponent!"

   "This man is the embodiment of death! The most capable Eternal is not worthy of his shoes, he is the true Lord of Death!"

The    double-edged warning made Black let out a sigh of relief.

   He moved his trembling wrists, shattered the frost that covered his body, and turned around to look at the handsome one-eyed elf who was as cold as a vengeful undead behind him.

He says:

   "You walked the road of death? You conquered the Shadowlands?"

   "I am walking the road of death, just as Sargeras enjoys the power of fel alone, I have mastered the force of death at this stage like you."

   The handsome guy stretched out his hand and stroked his starlight sickle. It seemed that he would never be provoked by the words of others, always indifferent and always rational.

   A chill overflowed from the shattered skeleton visor, like the last breath before death.

   He explained calmly:

   "But my conquest was not thwarted by the Eternals, because in my world, there is no trace of the Firstborn, and my conquest was mediocre and not as interesting as your story in Shadowland."

   "Oh, I see, the poor kid didn't catch up with the version update."

The   crumb pirate pouted.

   The face of the abyss has been shattered, and although the Void Godhead is not damaged, it is not suitable for fighting with it again, so he called the Black Moon to come, and turned himself into the shape of a roaring moon shadow like a pole dancer.

   was about to come forward and play a few more tricks with this handsome elf, and then concede defeat with dignity, but the guy in front of him showed a sarcastic smile, stretched out his hand and flicked lightly under Blake's surprised or frightened gaze.

A round of bright moonlight casts down, and with an extremely docile attitude, the powerful dead handsome man once again covered a layer of "Moon God Battle Armor". It is clear that the latter has the force of death, which is opposite to the life force represented by the moonlight, but this Under the moonlight for a moment, the two completely different forces were perfectly fused together in a gesture of "water and milk blending".

   "Elune?"

   Black scolded:

   "A little bit of backbone, okay? Hey, you're my boss! Shouldn't you be on my side in this situation? Why did you defect and join the enemy!

   Although he is half as handsome as me, he is not a white-haired beast!

   Wake me up! "

   "Stop shouting, vulgar guy."

  Death handsome said coldly:

   "This is not the Elune you are familiar with. Let's get to know you again, my little fellow, my name is Tyrion Dawnblade, son of Lyretha Windrunner, Lord of Death, and King of Darkblade.

   And, the adoptive father of the star soul Elune.

  You little guy actually used the power of my daughter against me? Truly the best court jester, you are truly unmatched when it comes to making people laugh.

  I'm almost amused by you.

  Come on, work harder. "

   "What are you talking about in your sleep!"

   Black scolded:

   "Elune is not a star soul, she is the goddess of life, you fake fan!"

  “Shu”

  The wind of trouble caused by the moonlight war scythe, like the gentlest cold wind blowing, circled around the pirate, causing the long golden and white hair to slip and dance.

   His Excellency the Blade of Dawn in front of him was spinning the Starlight Scythe and said in a playful tone:

   "When will you understand, although we all come from Azeroth, our stories are different, our world is different, in me, my Elune is the star soul.

   Of course, she is also the future goddess of life. "

   "Parallel universe? Nozdormu on my side seems to have mentioned this concept. Has Aman'Thul's time network evolved to such an extent?

   is really surprising.

  Hey, Blade of Dawn, I'm getting more and more curious about your story. You're not Windrunner, but you call General Liresa your mother. Are you an adopted child?

  The kind that was born with both parents dead?

  Cool, how much less of a mess. "

   Lord Pirate sighed in relief.

   The grim guy across from him started chatting.

   This is a good phenomenon. According to his years of provocative experience, it is estimated that this battle will not be fought.

   Well, a good thing.

  Able to use the power of death to such a shocking level, this guy must have experienced countless battles of life and death.

   He is definitely different from the wit-fighting faction who uses his wisdom to solve things with his own hands and rarely fights himself. This guy is definitely the template of the dark king who is bitter and hated.

  The enemy who can be solved with chat does not need to do it. After all, he came here to build relationships with unfriendly fellow villagers and prepare to enter a higher dimension to start a new business, and he is not here to find a fight.

   What's more, this is really hard to beat.

   "Don't worry, Blake Shaw, we have enough time to get to know each other, and I'll be happy to tell you my story. Of course, the Dream God has my complete life record, you can read it at any time."

  Tyrion Dawnblade said calmly:

   "But before that, I have to unleash the anger in my heart about your disrespectful behavior towards my mother, and your dirty little thoughts.

   Forgive me for the rudeness that follows, but this is what my wife asked for, and you should understand the irrefutable request. "

   "Ah? Brother, do you have such unspeakable secrets?"

  Blake blinked his eyes, threw away his two blades, raised his hands, and said:

   "Can I ask, who is your wife?"

   "Well, of course I can tell you."

   Seeing that the chip pirate is so sensible, the skull mask on the face of Your Excellency Blade of Dawn also dissipated in the cold wind, and he said softly:

   "Alleria Windrunner is my soulmate, and unlike you, a slutty asshole, I've always been a one-and-done person."

   "Wait! I found Hua Dian!"

   Black exclaimed:

   "So you're a beast who married your own sister! Ha, I knew, none of us fellow villagers are serious, uh, wait, I suddenly found that I was so pathetic.

   In order to humiliate you, I have to admit that I am also a beast

   But for the sake of our peers, take it easy, okay? Don't use weapons, this handsome face won't look good if it has more scars. "

"certainly."

   Your Excellency Blade of Dawn scattered the war scythe in his hand and moved his fist towards Black. When he got close enough, the pirate suddenly discovered a pair of very delicate black and white rings on this guy's fingers.

   That thing is obviously not a product of the Azeroth universe. One black and one white corresponds to death and life.

  Blake found this thing very familiar.

   he asked in a low voice:

   "Black and white lamp ring? Where did you get it?"

"Um."

  Tyrion raised his fist and said expressionlessly:

   "You can treat this as an employee benefit"

   "Poof"

  The abandoned Salamaine was like a dragon in the water at this moment, and Blake's eyes signaled that he pierced the front and back of this dangerous person one after another.

   The piercing goes deep almost mercilessly.

   But there was no joy on the face of Lord Black, who had succeeded in the sneak attack.

  Because he saw the expressionless Lord Tyrion's body collapsed like quicksand in front of him, and the real God of Death was standing in front of him without moving a step at all.

   Okay.

   It looks like a ruthless slashing king, but in fact it is all black when cut. This is also an old silver coin.

"I knew it."

  Black removed the weak posture that made people relax. He raised the double-edged sword full of fighting spirit and complained:

   "None of us guys from the same place are serious people, come on, let's have a good fight on the condition of Windrunner's mother's future emotional belonging.

  Tyrion Dawnblade, your posturing has angered me.

  I am your stepfather! "

Two guys from different Azeroths held their weapons again, and the two auras became sharp and deadly in the confrontation. Your Excellency Blade of Dawn is still the same Sima face, but his one eye is obviously wearing Serious angry look.

   And Black's side also gave up.

  Although I can't beat it.

   But it's not his style to just throw in the towel.

   "Ha! I won! Quick, give money!"

   Just when the two were about to start the film again, the starry sky projection as the background was suddenly withdrawn at this moment.

   A bluffing voice shouted with pleasure:

   "I just said, that guy is a bad guy, but he has strength in his bones, not only will he not admit defeat, but he will definitely fight to the end, even if he gets beaten up.

   Well, I like this nasty **** full of bad water, he's much more likable than serious Dick.

   Give money quickly!

  You bastard, don't think about reneging on your debt, I won. "

   "I didn't say no."

   Another peaceful voice sounded later, with a bit of exhaustion and helplessness, and the third guy who appeared said:

   "And I didn't agree to this game at the beginning, you were jumping up and down there alone, are you really busy? Dick has been missing for so long, if you really have nothing to do, go look for him, okay?

   That's an important figure in the Fellowship Association. It's hard for us to just disappear. "

   "I told you not to look for it! That guy committed suicide. He always felt that his past was not perfect, so he decided to wipe his neck and start over again. I tried many times but couldn't persuade him.

   Besides, I'm not looking for someone to come here. "

   In the midst of such a commotion, Blake stood on tiptoe and let his gaze pass over the Dawnblade, which was bursting with murderous intent, to the castle hall behind where the warm fireplace was burning.

   In the beating of the orange fire, the figures of two men were sitting opposite each other by the fireplace, and a game of chess that had ended was placed between them.

   They were talking about something Blake couldn't understand.

   But those two guys were obviously friendlier than the cool guy in front of him.

   So Black rolled his eyes, waved his hand and said:

   "Yo, folks, I finally met you guys, don't you want to introduce yourself? My name is Blake Shaw, a professional pirate, gender male, love female, how about you?"

   "Save it, don't try to drag us down, little fellow."

   In front of the fireplace, the tired-looking man in a dark red unique robe held a teacup without looking at Blake. This uniquely dressed old man closed his eyes and said:

   "You weren't one of us until Tyrion beat you to his heart's content."

   "You have to step out of the cradle by yourself, that's the rule."

   Another guy in a gray casual suit with aura like that of some big brother with a fish tattoo on his shoulders also leaned on the sofa, and said casually:

   "Don't worry, little fellow, before you are actually killed, I will be responsible for dragging you out of this 'war shackles' arena, and you will be beaten before you enter the Brotherhood.

   Well, this is also the rule.

  I was beaten when the Blade of Dawn came, and Merlin was beaten by both of us when he came, and he also slapped me so that I can remember it to this day, and I actually do.

  Well, I haven't been beaten, because Dick can't beat me.

  Well, I think it is very likely that he chose to leave our warm little home for this reason. "

   The guy shrugged, waved to Black and said:

   "As you can see, everyone has been having a tough time lately, so they're pointing at you for fun, so show me a decent way! Oh, yes, my name is Saibo.

  Cyber ​​Hawk.

   Thanks to my brothers, I am currently the eldest brother of the Brotherhood. "

   Lord Heretic God is completely helpless.

   He pouted and said:

   "Your corporate culture is really bad! No other meaning, I just want to ask, is it too late for me to quit now?"

   (end of this chapter)