Shadow Trails in Azeroth

"Your precious daughter is provoking Gazrilla. I thought Gazrella would give her a lesson. Speaking of which, that Loa has a really good temper."

Under the violent storm outside, in the captain's cabin with the hatch closed, the first parasaurus was busy cleaning up Blake's desk and placing all kinds of magic materials that pirates needed on it.

While she was posing, she said to the stinky pirate who was holding the blood crystal and studying it carefully:

"A loa was provoked by a little girl to keep it as a pet, but it didn't even bother him. The Akunda I saw in the Wharton Desert was not as stupid as it."

"It's not that Gazrella has a good temper, it's just that she's too weak."

Blake closed his eyes to feel the knowledge and wisdom in the blood crystal, and said calmly:

"If you were to be Gazrilla who was at his peak ten thousand years ago, if my precious egg dared to speak like that, the three-headed snake would definitely wash the deck with a lightning storm, and maybe the ship would be overturned in the sea. Woolen cloth.

It has just experienced the trough for thousands of years and has learned helpless tolerance. It knows that there is power on this ship that can easily kill it, so it chooses to be humble and gentle.

But what you said is not bad.

Gazrela does not have the bad habits of the Loa on Zandalari. Perhaps it is because it has been staying in the Tanaris Desert and has no contact with the outside world, so it is relatively simple? "

"Is there still such a thing?"

Sephiel blinked in confusion, and when Blake didn't answer, he guessed that this was probably the captain joking.

She shrugged and no longer dwelled on the issue. She took out several jars of thick, pungent blood from the box next to her and placed them in front of Blake's eyes.

explain:

"Everything is ready, but you are so mysterious that you never say what you want to do? Why do you want to take dragon blood from Onyxia's body again?

Want to cast something again? "

"No, this time it's considered strengthening."

Blake opened his eyes, tossed the blood crystal in his hand, threw it to Sephiel, and said:

"I got this from a friend and I thought it was very interesting, so I planned to try it. As for dragon blood, that is the material. In Venthyr culture, blood represents the carrier of power."

"This is."

The first auxiliary dragon took the blood crystal and held it in his hand.

This thing looks cool, but it is actually no different from the magic stones used by other spellcasters to store information.

You only need to use mental perception to see the knowledge stored inside, and its restrictions have been unlocked by the pirates, and Sephiel can also view the information inside.

The first thing she saw when she closed her eyes was a tall figure with his back to her on the blood-red balcony of a huge palace that was too gorgeous to look like a real-life building.

The guy wore a black armor with blood-red decorations, which was covered with gorgeous and gloomy spikes, and was also decorated with purple-red gems.

He was adorned with a blood-red cloak, leaning on the railing of the balcony, holding a glass of bright red liquid in a coquettish manner.

Viewed from the back, this guy has long white hair and a majestic posture. He also has two black horns on his forehead, which are somewhat different from devil horns.

Looking at the environment in which he exists and his momentum, you can tell that he is a big shot.

But the most peculiar thing is that there is a bloody giant sword suspended next to him, without any support, suspended in mid-air like a living thing.

Its blade is slender and sharp, full of a simple beauty, and the sword is embellished with a bat-wing-like shape, and the tail of the sword is embellished with huge pearls.

It was on the balcony with its owner. Under Sephiel's gaze, the mysterious big man chatted with his sword from time to time.

It's like having a real conversation with a living creature.

Then the scene flashed. Under the astonished gaze of the first parasaurus, the suspended living blade was killing enemies and generals without any command on the battlefield. Every time it was swung, it would bring about a bloody massacre, but its owner was still in his own hands. Sit and admire the scenery in that overly gorgeous castle.

Just when she was confused, the screen turned for the third time. This time it was a group of strangely dressed and strange-looking guys who were using magic to forge some gorgeous weapons.

As Sephiel watched, she could see that the prepared weapons could levitate and kill the enemy on their own. It seems that this self-aware weapon is not a special creation, but a "standard equipment" in that strange country.

The next picture shows in detail every aspect of making a living blade.

It was even clear enough for Sephiel to see clearly the blood and sin inscriptions on the blades, but the First Parasaurus was not an alchemist, and she was not good at using weapons, so she quickly chose to end watching.

When putting down the blood crystal, Sephiel rubbed his eyes and saw Black taking Salamani out of the bag and placing it on the desk in front of him.

Obviously, the pirate planned to use the Elf Sword to make his own living blade, or soul blade.

The first mate said to his captain:

"Your 'friend' is really generous. He gave you such a special gift when we first met. Giving this thing to a dwarf craftsman or an elf mage will make them crazy."

"The living blade is the proud work of the Venthyr of Revendreth. Those guys who take the sense of ritual to the extreme are very good at making such things.

Not only can it maximize the destructive power of a weapon, but it can also give the weapon a unique connection with its user.

Powerful indeed.

But it’s hard to tell how valuable this knowledge is. "

Blake picked up the Midas rod used for alchemy and curled his lips and said:

"You have also seen that each of the Venthyr Punishers has a living blade of his own. This knowledge is not a secret in Revendreth.

Emperor Denathrius was a ruler who was very knowledgeable about people's hearts. I once told Mal'Ganis that I admired the sharp sword in his hand, so he gave me this knowledge as a gift.

He gained both favor and face.

From this point alone, it can be seen that that guy is not easy to deal with. "

Having said this, the pirate glanced at Sephiel, pursed his lips, and motioned for her to come over to help carve the inscription. He then stroked the cold Salamani sword in front of him and said:

"I don't expect to be like Emperor Denathrius and get a bloodthirsty blade as powerful as Lemonia in his hand, but the living blade I made must at least show my own uniqueness. strength.

After strengthening Salamani with my own hands, this weapon can also become a nightmare for my enemies.

It’s always longing for wholeness.

This is the first step. "

"I think if it's about alchemy, you'd better ask Dean Lanyue to help."

Sephiel shook the alchemical solution in his hand and said to Black cautiously:

"Salamain is a rare weapon. If you break it because of your lack of skills, I think there may be no one in the world who can help you repair it.

It would be safer to ask an alchemist master for help with this kind of thing. "

"I want it too."

Blake rubbed his forehead and said helplessly:

"But the most important step of the living blade is to establish a soul connection between the weapon and the user. This process cannot be done by others, I must complete it myself.

Besides, I have also been quietly learning alchemy. Although I am definitely not as good as Dean Lan Yue, I still have to take the first step.

With your help, I can at least try a few more times. "

"Um?"

Hearing this, Sephiel's eyes suddenly widened.

She looked at Blake carefully and said:

"You know?"

"Do you think Nagfar would hide the secret she knows from her father?"

The stinky pirate glanced at his first mate, reached out and patted her face gently, and said:

"You can use time magic on the ghost ship. It's not a shame. Why do you keep hiding it from me?"

"I'm afraid I'll cause you trouble."

Sephiel's cheeks were a little red, and she said softly:

"After all, don't you already know that there is a bronze dragon traitor on Nefarian's side? Although the future of this timeline has been messed up, going back in time at a certain point in time will still leave traces.

You are busy with important things now. I just don’t want to bring you something because of me! "

Before she could finish speaking, she felt a heavy blow to her buttocks, so she covered her buttocks and jumped out, staring wide-eyed at the smelly pirate. The latter lowered his head as if nothing happened and began to carve sinful inscriptions on Salameni's sword. pattern.

Said again:

"Hurry up and help. I ask you to turn back time immediately. I don't know how many times it will take to carve a perfect inscription, but I guess you are destined to be very tired tonight."

"whispering sound."

Sephiel snorted, rubbed his face, walked forward, and complained in a low voice:

"I was so tired that night, didn't I make it through?"

"What?"

The pirate asked, and the first auxiliary dragon quickly changed the subject and said:

"Nothing, let's start quickly. I went to supervise Nagfar's self-study at midnight. The child has been studying very seriously these days. I have to make sure she doesn't waste time.

The boat spirit doesn't need to rest. "

Her positive attitude made the pirate blink his eyes, and Black said suspiciously:

"Tell me honestly, is it a personal grudge that you are so concerned about Nagfar's punishment and learning?"

This question made Seifer very unhappy.

The first parasaurus explained seriously:

"What are you talking about? Captain, I am her mother Sephiel. How can I have a personal grudge against my baby? If you don't believe me, look at my eyes. How can I speak?"

Blake looked at Sephiel's big bright eyes, nodded and said:

"Well, it seems that it does happen. She really pissed you off, how miserable."

It soon became clear that gossiping and working at the same time was not possible. This fishy attitude soon brought trouble to the pirate. The carving knife in his hand was offset a few points, allowing the first sin inscription to be carved. broken.

But the next second, an earthy-colored time stream enveloped Salamani's sword blade, making its time go back to one second ago.

The pirate shook his head, looked at the carving knife in his hand, curled his lips, and began to complete the carving more seriously.

Beside him, Sephiel also watched the process very seriously.

Whenever a mistake was made, the time would be immediately traced back to the second before the mistake occurred. Through such cooperation, after an hour, Black finally completed the inscription strengthening on the double-sided sword of Salamani.

This is just the first step.

But it's the basis.

This process was completed perfectly, making the subsequent series of processes much smoother.

As the time approached midnight, Salamani in front of the pirates had completed all the strengthening steps, and there were many faint golden-red lines on the silver-gray sword body.

This did not destroy the cold temperament of this weapon, on the contrary, it brought it a hint of incomplete beauty unique to unfinished works.

"Then, the last one."

The pirate rubbed his hands and admired his masterpiece. He took a deep breath and placed his left hand on his chest, in front of his beating heart.

"Your actions always make me feel like you are going to rip your heart out."

The very tired Sephiel complained softly beside him:

"I see the knowledge in the blood crystal. The Venthyr will temper the living blade with anima. They have a special anima forge, but we don't have one here. How should we replace it?"

“That’s not quenching.

It is an infusion of energy that gives the blade magical power, but my Salamani is a powerful magical blade, and it does not need the infusion of power.

What it needs is to complete the connection and resonance of the soul. "

Blake explained:

"Although it is a connection of souls, it sounds dangerous, but considering that the knowledge that strengthens it comes from the Shadow Realm, I guess the truth of this emotional description is actually

Anima!

I want to share my anima with it to complete the first awakening of Soul Blade.

It is said that all legendary weapons have their own personalities, and I am already looking forward to hearing my Salamani cry for the first time in this world.

Perhaps it would call me master in a tone that pleases me. "

"But it could also jump up and chop you."

Sephiel watched this process with her eyes wide open, and she whispered:

"You made seventeen mistakes when you strengthened it just now. This is equivalent to stabbing it with seventeen more knives. Rounding it off, it is no different from being cut into pieces by a thousand cuts.

I guess it must have hurt, you know what I mean? "

"no, I can not!"

The stinky pirate confidently pulled out a ball of his heart energy from his heart.

This process was a bit painful and made Blake grin, but he still stubbornly believed that his weapon would be loyal.

Black placed the anima in his palm on the cold Salamani sword. His anima was very different from the anima extracted from the troll before.

It is not a single color, although most of it is wrapped in the dazzling light of purple, but there is also a part that shows a mixture of bright moonlight and purple void.

Anima, the pirate had explained clearly to Mr. Sachiel before. It was the manifestation of personal skills after promotion. Its appearance was not the manifestation of conventional power, but a reward for superb skills.

Considering that Blake's various skills have basically been honed to the master level, it is not surprising that his heart can show such a purple epic flow.

The heart energy came into contact with Salameni's sword and disappeared as if it merged with it, and the sword then began to vibrate.

Blake and Sephiel both took a step back, looking at the changes in front of them. The large parasaurus still grabbed Blake's arm, as if he was really afraid that the sharp sword in front of him would jump up and hit them.

It turned out that Seifer was overthinking.

"Buzz"

Under Blake's surprised and distressed gaze, the Elven Divine Sword that had "devoured" Anima bounced off the desk with a whoosh, spinning and hovering in the air as if it were alive, and easily cut through the desk and the collection in the captain's room. Cabinet, knocking the skulls that Blake had carefully collected to the ground.

It caused the surrounding books to fly all over the sky, and in the mess, it slowly calmed down, and then approached the pirate, wrapped in the light of anima, and hung in front of him.

Seems to be scrutinizing him.

A few seconds later, a timid voice sounded in the dead captain's cabin:

"Are you my master? I'm sorry, I seem to have broken a lot of things."

"Shua"

Sephiel's eyes suddenly became uncomfortable. She glared at Black fiercely, as if questioning:

Why is your sword a lady?

The pirate spread his hands innocently and shrugged, meaning:

The bad news is, I have no idea what it will be for ladies.

But the good news is that from now on, I, Black Shaw, am also a great pirate with a sword girl!

Oh, you stinky pirate, what a show!