Shadow Trails in Azeroth

good!

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

He took another look at the broken Fire Blade War Flag that was planted not far away.

Although the old sword master's body was taken away, the battle flag passed down from generation to generation by the Burning Blade Clan can still prove the alliance's victory tonight.

But the next moment, the eyes of everyone present fell on the black sword that was stuck diagonally on the ground in front of them, and the Blood Demon had no time to take it away.

After Old Dahl's death, the flaming sword returned to its simplest posture, as if it had closed itself off.

That's evidence!

Pasonia looked around and saw that her grandson had already gone outside the woods to look for the ranger Nathanos Maris who had been repelled by the Blood Demon. There were only two legends left here.

and a pirate.

Granny Xiaoer coughed and said:

It must be brought back to Lordaeron as an inspiring testament to its...

It will be useless if it falls into the hands of you humans!

Muradin Bronzebeard blew out smoke rings, revealing a dwarf's unique love for magical weapons.

He said angrily:

Such a legendary blade should be brought back to Ironforge first, and our best blacksmiths can explore its forging techniques. It is said that this thing was forged deep in the magma of the Draenor world.

It has been passed down in the Fire Blade clan for thousands of years. Perhaps it will unlock the secret of the Fire Blade 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 entire Khaz Modan are surrounded by orcs, how do you take it back?

You should know that if the Burning Blade Clan finds out that this Blade of the Blade falls into your hands, they will do whatever it takes to get it back.

Let the greenskins come!

Muradin said stubbornly and roughly like a real dwarf:

Let's see who is more powerful, they or my war hammer!

The two of them didn't argue at all.

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

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

Logically speaking, it is impossible for Black, a rookie assassin, to intervene in the legendary battle.

But he just did it.

Ahem.

The pirate was also very sensible and did not waste the precious treatment 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 first right to choose the spoils. I am willing to give up all the profits from tonight's battle. I don't want reputation or anything else. I want that!

After saying that, he ignored the two legends beside him, threw out the hook lock, pulled himself over, jumped over, and grabbed the black straight-edged sword that reached his chest.

One hard push.

Well, I didn't pull it out.

Awkward.

He held it with both hands and pulled it out hard from the ground.

Very heavy.

This is the first feeling when I get the sword. This thing doesn't seem to weigh as much as steel of this size.

The density inside it must be extremely high.

And when you touch the blade of the sword with your hand, it doesn't feel like pure steel, but rather like a combination of cooled magma and steel with a frosted texture.

Blake held it in both hands and made a chopping motion.

In the translucent character card equipment column in front of him, new entries are being generated, and they are different from all the weapons and equipment he currently owns.

Not only does it have the name of the weapon and attribute entries, it also comes with a folded description:

Flame Blade Sankesu

legendary quality

Extraordinary armor-breaking. Extraordinary magic-breaking. Extraordinary sharpness. Extremely effective in bleeding. Extremely effective in igniting. Never worn out.

Class Inscription: Sword Master

Blake already knew the name of the weapon. In a certain version later in the game, this sword appeared, but unfortunately it appeared in the form of a mission item.

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

But what really made Blake's heart tremble was the last line.

As early as when he entered Azeroth and summoned the character card for the first time, Blake was very interested in the legendary and mythical classes on the character card.

As he guessed, these legendary classes should be powerful and popular professions that are not open to players in the game and belong only to noble NPC gentlemen.

The inscription on the Flame Blade Sankesu also proves this point.

If you want to open the legendary class, you must first obtain something similar to proof of strength. 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 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 on the shoulder.

A dwarf's hand rested on his waist.

well.

It’s really hard for these people to be born short.

Ravenhold is willing to use other things in exchange for this sword. Black, don't be angry. Listen to me, this is not a robbery.

Or forced.

Pasonia's voice rang in Blake's ears.

With a touch of seriousness.

she says:

The Assassin's League has existed for nearly three thousand years. We have seen many more magical weapons than you think. We don't necessarily want to collect this sword master's blade.

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

You can understand my request as a kind of cautious protection.

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

Muradin Bronzebeard's words are much more straightforward.

With the unique uprightness and simplicity of the dwarves, he enjoyed the dwarf tobacco and said to Blake in a serious voice:

“As we just said, after the news of Lao Dahl’s death spreads, 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 master's blade, the symbol of the burning blade, is what they must get.

Can you imagine what will happen to you with this sword on your body? You will be regarded as the universal enemy by all Burning Blade Orcs, and they will hunt you endlessly.

Orcs from other clans will also join in.

Pasonia sighed, and continued what the dwarf said:

We worked hard tonight to kill an orc legend, and there are at least seven legends in the entire tribe, whether it is for revenge for Old Dar.

Or transfer hatred to the Alliance, and you will become their target.

But your performance tonight has proven your worth. Ravenholdt will not give up any valuable members. I must think about your safety.

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

But that is, after all, a matter for the next era.

You can store it in the manor, and when you are strong enough to hold it, we will return it to you. This is your trophy.

As long as I live, no one can take it away from me.

So, what's your answer?

Blake blinked.

He first glanced at Muradin, whose blue eyes were filled with worry, smiled at the dwarf prince, and then glanced at the expressionless Ms. Pasonia behind him.

He took a step back and held the heavy sword in his hand.

He said:

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

This also saves me the time I would waste searching for them.

I really want to continue my career as an orc slayer until I can avenge my comrades who buried their bones in the waters of Khaz Modan until the end of this war.

It will end.

And the alliance will definitely win!

I will also contribute to this cause, even if it means just killing one more orc. Two masters, if I unfortunately die in battle.

So, please take a little more time to bring this sword back to the alliance and find the next owner for it who will not let it down.

Blake's words were righteous and awe-inspiring.

But the core meaning is just one:

The equipment is already in my hands!

No one wants me to hand it over!

Unless I die, and there is Queen Hela who is like a madman behind me, even if I die, I will take this knife to Hades!

Not to mention, the threat from the tribe haha.

Blake laughed a few times inwardly.

He looked at the small town of Steinblad in the distance and thought:

The seemingly powerful tribe is already a grasshopper after the fall. The Shadow Council has begun such bold actions, which shows that the king of the tribe, the great warlock Gul'dan, has begun to plan a betrayal that will surely shock the world. .

A month or two at most.

The tribe will fall apart.

By then, it will be difficult for the orcs to protect themselves, and they will still have time to hunt me all over the world?

Blake's decisiveness made Pasonia and Muradin look at each other. They are both mature people. How could they not understand the meaning of the little assassin in front of them?

After more than ten seconds of silence, Pasonia played with the dagger in her hand and said to Blake:

Okay, we respect your choice. This persistence towards the goal is indeed a necessary condition for becoming a master assassin. 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, we are not trying to snatch your treasure, but we are asking you to come with us to meet a big shot.

He must confirm the news personally before pushing the war to the next stage.

Um?

Blake was stunned for a moment.

He heard the hidden meaning in Master Pasonia's words. The next moment, he said:

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

Hahaha, young man, you really underestimated Lothar's courage.

Muradin laughed loudly, and the Wildhammer prince blew out a plume of smoke. He patted his belly and said loudly:

Tonight's ambush was proposed by Lothar himself and run by Ravenholdt. However, he did not come here specifically to be a bait.

The Alliance Generalissimo came to this city because he had extremely important things to confirm.

And our ambush tonight has confirmed important information for him. Ahem, I, an old dwarf, can't say more.

Maybe you'll know in a few days.

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

He already guessed the answer.

Orgrim Doomhammer, the chief of the tribe, secretly left the hills and headed further north with the armies of several big clans nearly half a month ago.

it's a pity.

The Alliance could have gotten the news ten days in advance because of the letter Blake intercepted from the orc scout, but due to the intervention of the Bronze Dragon, the world line was forced back to its original rhythm.

Ten days!

In such a decisive battle between the two sides, if such important battle reports could be obtained ten days in advance, the alliance's victory would definitely come earlier, and countless casualties and losses would be avoided.

pity

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

They missed an opportunity to end the war.

what a pity.