Azeroth Shadow Trail

Chapter 196 15. The Warlock's Third Lesson

Chapter 196 15. The Warlock's Third Lesson

"???"

Kanrethad in the cellar, and the terror consciousness in the scythe, were full of question marks at this moment.

The former looked confused because Bu Laike's "teaching method" was too exaggerated.

The latter's doubts stemmed from the pirate's scolding just now, and the evil consciousness integrated with the sickle was a little at a loss.

After all, among the countless users before it, no one dared to speak to it like this.

"What? Did I say something wrong?"

Bu Laike waved the scythe in his hand, and he said:

"Sargeras easily crushed you to death, then forged this Fel Steel Blade in Mardum's Destruction Core, and made your soul into the core of the weapon.

You vowed to take revenge on the Fallen Titan, but look at what you have done in the past tens of thousands of years. Did you become addicted to playing with weak souls, so you forgot your vow of revenge?

Look at the users you chose, all crooked.

Satyr, who was just killed by me, is considered the best of them, but what's the use?

With a full-status Deadwind Harvester in hand, you can't even beat a Tirisfal Guardian!

What is this kind of waste going to do?

She dared to claim that she wanted to kill Sargeras, hehe, I seriously doubt whether the fallen titans would be laughed out of their teeth when they heard her arrogant declaration.

But that's all right, my dear loser, your ignominious failure is over.

Now, you are mine. "

Bu Laike held the not-too-heavy sickle with one hand, and waved it decently a few times in his hand. The skillful skills brought to him by the weapon master talent allowed him to quickly master the use of this strange weapon. .

"Come on, change your form and show me, I know you will change, you have this ability. I think the form of 'Spine of the Sinner' is the most handsome, change it.

Look, the silly boy next to him is waiting to see.

Don't let him down.

My dear King of Mardum, Ulthalesh. "

While the pirate was talking, he tossed the sickle and staff up and down in his hands. His arrogant behavior immediately aroused the anger of the dark consciousness in the sickle.

It mobilized the power of the scythe, turned into a storm of purple light spots, and let the souls imprisoned by it howl and enveloped Laike.

It wants to extract the soul of this arrogant man from his body!

The scene was horrific.

There are countless purple light spots wrapped around the pirate's body, and each light spot represents a sad soul swallowed by the scythe. They let out the most terrifying howls, making the cellar gust of wind.

Ask Kanrethad to cover his ears.

But it didn't work!

These wailings act directly on the soul level.

"You think you're different from them?"

That hazy and weird consciousness projected its own voice into Laike's mind.

Like some rotten and dark plague invading, it conjures up visions of world annihilation before Laike's eyes, a mountain of corpses and seas of blood fashioned out of pinnacles.

It said in a dark tone:

"No! What I see is just the next idiot who is about to fail, and he is arrogantly declaring that he is different. You are no different from them.

To be part of me is your final sad end. "

"Come on."

Faced with this threat, the pirates were quite calm.

Those soul fragments wrapped around him can't hurt him at all, as long as they dare to get close to his body, they will be captured by Bu Laike's natural power of hunting spirits.

It will turn into heat flow, into experience, and make him stronger.

Usales also quickly discovered this problem. It immediately pulled away its imprisoned soul, and shouted in amazement:

"You! Born Soul Eater! What kind of monster are you!"

"I am the monster who will bring you back to Revendreth."

Bu Laike said calmly:

"I know exactly where you dreadlords come from.

You and I both know that only by presenting you to the Great Emperor who created you will it be possible to free you from the eternal curse that Sargeras has cast upon you.

Sad loser.

You are still provoking the only person in this world who can help you. "

The soul of the dreadlord in the sickle and staff fell silent.

Not only did this weird human being accurately say its real name.

It also reveals the mysteries about the world on the other side of the veil of life and death, and what makes it even more difficult to judge is that this person points out the connection between these dreadlords and another world.

He told of the true birthplace of the Nathrezim, and of the only and supreme master of the Dreadlord.

This made Ulthales, the rare and brave fear demon king who dared to resist the rule of Sargeras, also feel a rare feeling of doubt.

"I know you don't believe it, it doesn't matter, serve me with your heart, loser. I will let you see the hope and relief you long for."

Bu Laike said to the scythe in his hand:

"Don't tell me that your greatest wish is to see the defeat of Sargeras, don't make me laugh, that future conflicts with your master's plan.

Now, change it. "

The pirate made that request again, saying:

"Become the most suitable fighting form for me. I know that you cursed holy objects have this ability. You were made by Sargeras himself."

"I can not do it.

I'm too weak, I haven't tasted a fresh soul for hundreds of years, and Satyr's stupid failure has destroyed my tens of thousands of years of accumulation. "

After more than ten seconds of silence, Ulthales said in a hoarse voice that belonged to the Dreadlord:

"You want to use me?

Then you have to satisfy my weakness first.

I smell the power of death in you, give it to me, and I will show you the true power of this cursed thing. "

"You ask so much!"

Bu Laike looked back at the other two-handed epee on the weapon rack, he pouted and said:

"Maybe I should choose the Apocalypse next to you. It looks very silent and stable."

"Go and choose."

Ulthalus gave a weird long laugh, and it said:

"When you pick up the apocalypse, your soul will be eaten by it! It is an evil thing created by our Nathrezim, and its madness is far beyond your imagination."

"What did you do? Is that the rune sword made by His Excellency the Eternal Lord of Maldraxxus?"

Bu Laike laughed and said:

"It and its sister, the magic sword Frostmourne, which has not yet come to Azeroth, are the most proud works of the military master in the past ten thousand years.

Only His Excellency the Lord of Arms, who is the Eternal One, has the ability to pour such pure evil and such powerful power into the blade.

You dreadlords are shameless! And there is such a thing as putting gold on your face? "

"You really know a lot."

Ulthalus ignored the taunting, his voice gradually subsided, and said:

"I've come to trust you, and I'll serve you, Derek Proudmoore, but if I don't see what you promised, I'll gladly take your soul

Now, give me that wisp of death power. "

"This is the last point."

Laike flicked his fingers with some distress, and the last touch of the mojo belonging to Bwonsamdi, like a few drops of throbbing red and blue liquid, was poured onto the scythe in his hand.

In the next moment, amid the exclamation of Kanresad who was watching, the sickle in the pirate's hand began to change shape quickly.

Its sickle blade became thicker and thicker under the blessing of the divine power of death, extending outward into an L-shaped battle knife like a single-edged battle axe, and becoming as thick as a square warhammer at the head of the staff.

On both sides of the scythe, there are also troll-style skull decorations, and at the back form an armor-piercing cone, which is embellished with a black mane that is as ominously braided as hair.

From the appearance of a staff and sickle, it has become more and more like a melee weapon. Just from the appearance, it is full of a violent and ferocious deterrent.

At the moment when the shape change was completed, the equipment column of the character card finally gave the entry for this weapon:

Ulthalesh Deadwindreaper

Legendary quality. [Cursed holy object. Weak state]

Artifact form. [Hand of death. Melee]

Extraordinary Shadow Enhancement. Extraordinary Curse Enhancement. Extraordinary Life Absorption. Extraordinary Soul Imprisonment. Extraordinary Cutting.

With special effects:

1. Life grabber: All the lives killed will be blessed back, the more lives killed, the stronger the life form of the holder.

2. Soul Reaper: The killed souls will be imprisoned and used to restore the power of Ulthalesh, or be used to temporarily strengthen all shadow spells, greatly increasing the destructive power of spells in a short period of time.

3. Artifact form: cast by a Titan, with special divine power. According to the different strength of the user, the shape can be changed freely, so as to change the strength of the weapon.

4. The curse of the gods: from the curse of the dark titan, Ulthalus will never have a real master. If you become weak, you will also become the food of Ulthalus.

"Well, this is the weapon I should use as a pirate and a warlock!"

This string of entries made Bo Laike very satisfied. He waved the new weapon in his hand that mixed the advantages of the three forms of battle axe, war hammer and war sickle, and patted his luggage again.

Said in a regretful tone:

"It's time to say goodbye, Sancsu. I know we've had a good time, but life is always like that, you can't hold all the good things.

but don't expect me to hand you over

Although I only have two hands, and I haven't learned the warrior's Titan's Grip, I've got a great idea, so be patient, we'll have another day on the battlefield. "

"How does it deform?"

Beside Bu Laike, the Kanrethad kid who watched this scene completely stuttered and asked:

"And I just saw you talking to it! Does it have a soul?"

"Of course, it is alive, a child with many problems."

Bu Laike carried the war scythe behind his back, took out an old scroll from the magic bag, held it in his hand, and said to Kanrethad:

"Shh, it's a secret. I won't tell it to too many people, I'll keep it in the most prominent place, waiting for those fools who can't control their hands to steal it.

When they come into contact with this vile weapon, they lose their souls.

Great, right?

I just love these weapons with character. "

"Then, can this sword also work?"

The next moment, the skinny boy looked at the two-handed sword on the weapon rack behind him with piercing eyes, eager to touch it, while Bu Laike quietly watched his movements.

He didn't reach out to stop him.

Before Kanrethad's fingers were about to touch the magic sword named Apocalypse, he suddenly seemed to think of something, withdrew his fingers suddenly, and looked at Bu Laike again.

He pursed his lips and asked in a low voice:

"It's with this scythe, so it's just as dangerous as this scythe. It's going to eat my soul too, right?"

"No, Tianqi doesn't like to eat souls."

Bo Laike showed a satisfied smile, and frightened the child with a sinister voice, saying:

"Apocalypse is a deranged lunatic.

What it likes to do most is to cut your soul piece by piece, and then listen to your howl, until you go completely crazy, it will give you a merciful end.

And the power attribute of this sword.

It's the plague.

Little friend, you were just a little bit close to turning into a disgusting undead poison, and then I hacked to death with a knife.

But that's okay. "

The pirate patted Kanrethad on the shoulder, and he said:

"What I taught you tonight, it seems that you have learned it, very good, you will become a very powerful warlock in the future, have you seen the treasure in the cellar?

Go and pick one, as my reward for being your bait tonight.

I am fair.

If you do something, you will be rewarded, go ahead, pick it up, don't be shy. "

"I don't choose!"

The skinny boy folded his arms, shook his head and said:

"You must have bad intentions, and you might want me to be a bait again! Do you think I'm stupid? There must be something wrong with putting so many good things here, but no one is guarding them.

Maybe when I get that thing, the lingering guardian will suddenly."

"Hush!"

Before Kanresad finished speaking, he saw Bu Laike make a silent gesture. He pointed to the top of his head, winked his eyes at the children, and said:

"You really are a crow's mouth, they are coming, listen, there are heavy hooves approaching."

"Who are they?"

Kanrethad widened his eyes, hid behind Laike, and asked in a low voice.

"They."

The pirate glanced at the worn scroll in his hand and said:

"A pack of immortal stalkers, cursed treasure hunters, and restless black knights. We moved things here, alarmed them.

They will not stop hunting until they kill our bodies and crush our souls.

Don't be afraid.

Little idiot, if I dare to come, I am not afraid of them.

In fact, I'm about to play a nice game with them."

PS:

I have the audacity to ask for a monthly ticket~ Brothers who still have it in hand, it’s the end of the month, let’s vote for it~

(end of this chapter)

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