Shadow Trails in Azeroth

Chapter 1343 93. I have fought the good fight...so, it’s time to get down to business, right?

Chapter 1343 93. I have fought the good fight. So, it’s time to get down to business, right?

"Something fell!"

Aggramar's disappearance in the fire left everyone in Draenor breathless.

No matter who they were, they all felt lucky to have survived today's disaster. Even the most sincere paladins had to admit that they had saved a life today.

But soon, the sharp-eyed Kael'thas pointed at the sky and shouted.

Blake, who had looked mournful just now, opened his eyes instantly, and a burst of ecstasy flashed in his eyes.

The villain had no doubt hatched another damn plan in a split second.

His figure disappeared in an instant, then flickered and reappeared high in the sky. He grabbed something that fell from the sky, then spread his handsome and wide bat wings to swoop down to the ground.

As he landed, everyone rushed to save Brox Saurfang.

But unfortunately, the old orc who had slashed a god from the front was dead. What Blake brought back was not so much a corpse as a black skeleton.

It's too awful.

There was no good spot on Brox's body. The blood in his body was evaporated by Aggramar's divine flames, and his skin and bones were burned to a shocking degree.

Only the cheeks are still intact.

The old orc maintained that fierce and angry attitude until his death, and even looking at this expression, you can feel the cry he made during the final blow.

"Plop"

With tears streaming down his face, Varok Saurfang knelt beside his brother's body. This old warrior, who was always known for his bravery and fortitude, no longer concealed his weakness at this moment.

Behind him, Brox's daughter Sola fell into a coma on the spot.

Even the fat, shameless Warchief Red knelt down on one knee with respect. This was also the choice of all the orcs. They were using this method to show respect to Brox.

This is definitely the most powerful warrior and greatest hero that has ever been born in the history of the orcs. If the craziest Grom Hellscream were here, he would only be reluctant to acknowledge the achievements of this old immortal warrior.

That was a feat he could never achieve.

Brox faced the gods and saved a world. He even slashed the gods. Hell, if this was a glorious achievement, the old guy Brox had completely locked it up in that moment.

No other warrior will have this chance to surpass him.

What a cunning bastard.

"Blessed are the brave, for the inexhaustible light of courage will guide them forward."

The old prophet Velen lowered his head and put his hand on the shoulder of Varok, who was crying silently.

The draenei people still have a sworn blood feud with the orcs, but at this moment, all the draenei people present temporarily put aside their disgust and hostility.

Regardless of the starting point for this orc's great deeds, there is no doubt that he saved the world.

In the face of such contributions, no matter how mean a person is, they cannot say anything disrespectful.

"See? Knight Turalyon."

Arthas Menethil, the prince of Lordaeron, wiped his eyes, pointed at Brox's body, and said to the silent high knight Turalyon beside him:

"This is why I don't want to return to the embrace of the Holy Light. As a Paladin, I have my limits. I can only give everything for my faith and become a defender and punisher.

But that's not what I want!

I aspire to do more!

Things that faith cannot propel me to, things that only warriors can do.

I now declare as a human that Brox Saurfang is my most admired warrior. No one should have any objections, right? No one will jump out and accuse me of being a traitor to humanity, right? "

"Such a great soul cannot be distinguished by narrow race, Your Highness."

The disgraceful Archmage Ansrem of the "Cryer" whispered to Arthas while tearing up the suicide note he had just written:

"If I were a rough warrior, I would also admire this venerable orc. What he has done has transcended the hatred of the past. He deserves to be remembered by both the worlds of Draenor and Azeroth.

But Your Highness, I want to remind you, Brox is Brox, there is only one soul like him, and you cannot maintain a good opinion of all orcs because of this. "

"Don't go there!"

While the little prince and the archmage were discussing, a roar broke out from the crowd, and the red-eyed Garrosh grabbed his ax and stood in front of the death lord Ravencrest.

The rude Shao Shaoxia stared at the death knights in front of him and roared:

"You are not allowed to desecrate his body!"

"I really want to do that, Orc. I'd rather destroy a world than get him."

Ravencase said expressionlessly:

"If Brox can become a death knight, I would rather hand over the command of the Black Crow Chapter to him and become his adjutant willingly.

But now, I just want to go over and pay my respects to the Warriors.

Believe me, young man, such a strong will cannot be forcibly awakened by me. You must know that a soul like him has the right to choose even in the face of death.

No one can raise him from death unless he chooses to. "

"The High Lord is right, Garrosh, get out of the way."

The tired Elder Drektal said:

"Brox has found the peace he wanted. His sacrifice should be mourned by everyone. Don't let the elves see the jokes of us orcs."

The stubborn Young Master Ho still refused to let go. He yelled and yelled until he was roughly kicked away by Varok. Well, the weak Young Master Ho was knocked unconscious by the kick.

Lord Ravencrest took a bouquet of freshly picked flowers from his adjutant in an elf-like manner, and leaned over to place it next to Brox's body. When he stood up, he looked at the smelly pirate opposite.

He saw the light in the smelly pirate's eyes.

Then he understood everything instantly.

Blake, the black prophet, obviously has other plans for Brox Saurfang's fate after his death. It seems that the evil man does not need to take responsibility for himself.

Well, thinking that there is another strong person in the death camp, this is really a beautiful thing.

The corners of the indifferent high lord's mouth curled up, his smile fleeting, and when he stood up, he returned to his previous indifferent posture.

"Everyone, listen to what I have to say."

Blake spread his hands and said to a group of people around him:

"Today has been so exciting. I think everyone is in desperate need of rest now. The war has just ended and the world has been saved, so let's have a good time tonight.

We will wait until tomorrow to discuss all issues.

The orcs also need to collect the remains of Brox and Ner'zhul. Don't gather here. Keep your condolences in your hearts and give the space to the orcs.

After all, they, like us, lost two worthy heroes today. "

"Blake's right."

Prophet Velen sighed deeply and said to everyone;

"Everyone, let's go rest and have fun. For the future we just won, leave the sorrow to tomorrow."

"And the five rings that fell down before."

Kael'thas reminded in a low voice:

"These rings have proven their potential to transform mortal warriors, and now they're in different areas of Draenor, and we need to get them back.

The most important thing is that the property returns to its original owner! "

This little "reminder" made everyone immediately feel solemn.

Staghelm sent Hamuul, Kael'thas went out personally, and the draenei garrison commander Maraad wanted to go in person, but Garona persuaded her to do it for him.

Chief Red was even more anxious to grab Varok and demand that he bring back the Heart of Rock.

"Then, my dear Warden."

Blake turned to the silent Maiev and said:

"Can you help me bring back my Blood Drinker's Ring?"

"Those rings don't bind souls, right?"

Maiev responded quietly:

"They can be used by different users. As long as the other party can snatch these rings from you, aren't you afraid that I will run away with them?

With that thing, I can kill you easily. "

"You can try, but fail at your own risk."

Blake glanced at the "beacon of death" that was so bright that it glowed on Maiev. The 500% damage bonus made him not feel that he would be defeated by Maiev.

With this thing, Blake is the real "Maev's natural enemy" and "Shadowsong's nemesis".

"snort"

The warden lady snorted, took a step back, and disappeared into the shadows.

As the "Ring Searching Expedition" set off, everyone present dispersed. Only then did Black notice his idiot sister squatting not far away, wiping her tears and crying.

Stupid baby is so wronged.

"Uh-huh? What happened? Why are you crying so hard? Who bullied you?"

Blake walked over and touched Fenner's head and whispered:

"Tell me quickly, I'm going to ask that bastard how to make you cry so miserably. You are as pitiful as a little girl who had her lollipop taken away."

"You're still making sarcastic remarks!"

With tears in her eyes, Fenna punched her stinky brother in dissatisfaction. She placed the package in front of her at the pirate's feet with great distress and unfolded it again.

Then he said with a cry:

"Look! That old greenskin has made my precious sword look like this. What should I do? The Ashbringer is my favorite sword, and it's gone now."

Blake squatted next to his idiot sister and looked carefully at the Broken Sword that was held up by Bu.

Indeed, Fenner was right.

Ashbringer was completely destroyed.

This holy sword of light, which was hammered out by Muradin Bronzebeard, is now broken into more than a dozen pieces of different sizes, but only the hilt remains intact.

Obviously, no matter how powerful the weapons forged by mortals are, they cannot compete with the Titan's sacred objects.

However, the Stinky Pirates soon found the most important component of the Ashbringer among these fragments, the Atama Crystal that was forged into an oval crystal by Muradin using the secret forging skills of the dwarves.

He put the dim crystal in front of his eyes and examined it carefully. After a few seconds, he said to Fenna:

"Stop crying, there is still help."

"Um?"

Fenner wiped her eyes and looked at her magical little brother.

Blake tossed the crystal in his hand up and down, winked at Fenner and said:

"This Naaru's remains crystal is still intact and has not been damaged too much. You just need to find a powerful enough Naaru to charge it, and then the Ashbringer can be reshaped.

You have to understand that Muradin told you when he forged this sword. The blade of this sword is only used to carry the power of the holy light of this crystal. It doesn't matter if its form is complete or broken. difference.

As long as you can restore the crystal. "

"The draenei have the naaru jigsaw puzzle!"

The idiot Fenner immediately said eagerly:

"We have helped them so much, so I shouldn't be refused if I ask them to help recharge, right?"

"Do you think this Atama crystal is something that can be seen everywhere?"

Blake grabbed the dim crystal and knocked on the idiot sister's head. As expected, it made a hollow sound. He threw the crystal to Fenner and said:

"This crystal comes from the remains of the most powerful member of the Naru. Not just any Naru can charge it. You must find a Naru that is as powerful as Adal."

Be patient, there will be opportunities in the future. "

The smelly pirate pointed at the shadow of the world of Argus reflected in the sky, and whispered to Fenna:

"Let me tell you quietly, there are not only demons in that world, but also people who have been fighting against demons, and their leader is a very powerful Naaru.

But I'm curious. You knew before that as a warrior, you can't own the Ashbringer. One day you have to give it away to its true owner.

Why go to such great lengths to preserve it? "

"Hey, you're not a soldier. You definitely can't understand such complicated feelings."

Fenna wrapped up the broken Ashbringer with full energy. She rolled her eyes and said to her bratty brother with disdain:

"We warriors don't seek to have perfect weapons. Being able to become friends with a sharp blade like the Ashbringer is the best thing. Just because I want to give it away in the future doesn't mean I can't have it now.

It feels like an old mother sending her daughter off to get married. She must find the most suitable owner for her. "

"Ugh, your metaphor is so weird."

Blake picked up his pipe and complained:

"What a magical metaphor for the idiot Finna. In this way, when you go back to Azeroth, do something for me."

He said to Fenner:

"Take the broken holy sword in your hand to the Hall of Valor and show it to Odin. There is no need to say anything more except what happened today. The great King of War will understand and understand what I mean."

"Wow, was this all planned by you?"

Fenna widened her eyes and said:

"You are such a bad guy. Fortunately you are my brother, otherwise I would have stabbed you to death. But I still want to go shopping in Draenor, and I may go back after a while.

I saw those Burning Blade Sword Saints on the battlefield before. I want to visit their holy land. Maybe I can learn two moves, and I also have to wrestle with Velen.

I heard that the Jedni ritual of the draenei is a competition between their strongest melee skills. "

"No! Leave Shadowmoon Valley now and go back to Azeroth. You can come here at any time, but you must do what I told you immediately."

Blake looked around and whispered in Fenner's ear:

"No matter what happens in the past few days, you are not allowed to come back to me. No matter what you hear, just pretend you didn't hear it. Just do your thing. Do you understand?"

"Uh-huh."

Fenna pecked her stinky brother on the cheek, carried the burden of the Ashbringer fragments, whistled to summon her red dragonhawk mount, and flew high into the sky to return to Azeroth in a very cool and obedient manner.

Black watched her leave, took off his pipe and blew out the smoke ring. At the same time, Xal'atas whispered in Black's ear:

"Little master, you have sent Fenner and Maiev away. Are you planning to take action?"

"Um."

The pirate nodded, glanced in the direction of Karabo Temple, and said:

"Isn't that why we came here? Now that we have saved the world, it's time to get some reward, right? After all, I'm not a fool who does good deeds without asking for anything in return.

Just follow the original plan.

Draenor has already received the gift from the Black Prophet, and now it's time for Azeroth to get its own 'gift', otherwise Baby Aisin will be unhappy.

As a prophet, I cannot be so unfavorable to others. "

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