Shadow Trails in Azeroth

Chapter 1577 210. The Guardian and the Ancient God are hooking up. Well, the world is really hopeless, let’s destroy it.

"How does it feel to visit your old place again?"

Walking on the road leading to Ulduar Observatory, the pirate turned to look at the anxious old dwarf Brian beside him. He whispered with strong malice:

"You should know that if we all die tonight and the world is destroyed, then it will be all your fault, right?"

"I know, I regret it, believe me."

Brian Bronzebeard, who was wearing an adventure hat, was holding a platinum disc and said in a sad tone:

"If you give me another chance, I will never press that button again, I swear. Speaking of which, it's not all my fault, right?

If this place is so dangerous that it can destroy the world, then the guardians should set up more defenses for it. I mean, at least it can't let me, an ordinary dwarf with weak hands and feet, sneak in easily. "

"The observatory is protected by three energy nodes! We have also specially arranged for the Iron Council to guard the only way to the observatory. When you enter here, the defense system in the front hall is fully activated!

Trust me, Brian, the defenses here are tight enough. "

The old dwarf's complaint was heard by Thorim who was traveling with him, and the Storm Guardian said to Brian rudely:

"Yog-Saron paralyzed all of Ulduar, but the fact that he and his evil minions failed to infiltrate the Observatory is telling.

To be honest, if I hadn't seen all this with my own eyes, I wouldn't have believed that such a tight Titan equipment could be broken through so easily by a mortal.

I doubt if you have some strange power of rules that helps you bypass our layer-by-layer defense system. "

"Yes, your guess is correct, my dear Thorim."

Blake yawned and said:

"This guy named Brian Bronzebeard is the destroyer of worlds favored by the Lord of Doom. If you look at his resume, you will know that he has amazing achievements in this area.

He can easily find the most dangerous thing in any place he enters, and he will 100% touch it knowing the danger.

He is synonymous with danger, an unexpected good brother, the trumpeter of disaster, and the flag bearer of destruction.

If left unchecked, this guy will one day destroy the world with his own hands. No one can stop him, not even the Titan himself.

I'm considering airdropping him to Argus. Maybe his destructive power can be used by us. "

"You're kidding, right?"

Muradin, who was carrying the War Hammer of the Mountain King, turned around in surprise and asked.

Although he was also troubled by his brother's "misbehavior", after all, they were a family, and he could not turn a blind eye to the dangers Brian encountered.

"No, I'm serious."

The pirate raised a finger and said:

"I just learned that your brother signed an Argus exploration agreement with the old prophet Velen in the name of the Explorers Association without your and Magni's permission.

He also bought a boat ticket at his own expense and planned to follow us to Argus, where we would explore the remains of a super civilization that existed for more than 50,000 years.

So this is not something I forced him to do. I just moved his departure date forward. In about fifteen days, the Exodar will take off from Draenor and head to Argus to conduct pre-landing exploration for us.

Brian will be sent to Argus at that time.

Of course, don't be afraid. I'm not letting your brother die. I will arrange for a powerful spell caster to protect him. It is said that he also found an assistant for himself, who is also an acquaintance of mine, the Lorewalker Zhou Zhuo. "

At this point, Blake paused, looked at the old dwarf meaningfully, and said in a long voice:

"Old Zhou and Old Brian teamed up to take action. To be honest, I'm starting to worry about the demons in Argus now. Although I know they will definitely die, I don't know what weird way they will be killed. ”

After saying that, the pirate stretched out his hand again, patted Brian on the shoulder with a "kind look" and said:

"Work hard. This is probably the moment when you can make the greatest contribution to Azeroth. This time, follow your temper. Just press whatever your instinct tells you to do. Don't hesitate."

"Well, although I am valued by you, I always feel that there is something wrong with your words."

Brian complained harshly.

He pulled his expedition hat hard, and under the gaze of all the Titan Guardians, he walked to the observatory's certification machinery with the platinum disk in his arms, and began to open the tightly sealed hall in front of him in the same way he opened the observatory last time. .

Everyone else was preparing for battle, including the non-combatant Virgin Mary, who also picked up her astonishingly large Creator Skull Warhammer.

Although Leiden has ordered the four guardians in the Origin Forge to lock the energy valve of the Origin Forge, who knows whether the mysterious Star Saint has the ability to remotely activate the Reshape Protocol, and no one dares to take risks on such a thing.

Everyone knows that only by solving the next problem of Star Saint can Ulduar's trouble be truly solved.

"Huh? What is this?"

Just as Blake was sitting aside thinking about his own affairs, he suddenly saw Thorim walking towards him.

The Storm Guardian shrunk his body so that he was about the same height as the Vrykul. He held a very sci-fi-looking gun in his hand and handed it to Blake with both hands.

This action made the pirate blink his eyes, and he asked knowingly:

"Is this a gift?"

"Yes, this is a gift I personally decided to give you to thank you for everything you have done to recover Ulduar."

The handsome and dashing Thorim stroked the technological shotgun in his hand with some nostalgia, and whispered:

"This shotgun is a weapon that I personally collected materials during the Battle of the Overlord and entrusted my brother Mimiron to make it for me. It's called 'Titan Strike' and it's very powerful.

I use it for hunting all the time, with my two war wolves.

Unfortunately, my long-term self-exile caused me to lose the favor of my powerful partner Zhuri. Zhuri, who was extremely disappointed with me, left the Temple of Storms alone, leaving only Hati by my side.

But that’s not to blame.

Because I did waste too much time. "

Thorim patted the head of the giant soul wolf at his feet. He shook his head and said to Black:

"I have asked other people about your story. I know that you are a very principled person. You must get paid for everything you do. I am no longer worthy of using this weapon. Instead of letting it gather dust, I decided Give it to you.

You are the best hunter in the world.

I believe that such a weapon will be more powerful in your hands than in my hands. "

"Well, I can already feel your sincerity."

Blake looked at the slender rifle in front of him. Its gun body was made of the strongest Titan iron. A sacred relic slot was made on the gun body with very delicate techniques, and a gem-like energy device was placed inside.

It is what powers the bullets fired from this rifle. Just from its appearance, it is not difficult to find that the power of the storm is gathered in this energy device.

It is the core device of this Titan gun, like the beating heart in the warrior's chest.

"This is the Fire of Thunder, a storm artifact made by Mimiron and I."

Thorim proudly introduced:

"It can gather the power of the storm to provide unimaginable penetration and blasting power for every bullet fired, which is equivalent to the full blow of the wind element lord. Unfortunately, this gun was placed in the storage room by me. It's been too long, and the Thunder Heart's energy has been exhausted. You may need to hunt down a wind elemental lord to provide for it, eh?

What's this? "

Before the Storm Guardian finished speaking, he saw Blake take out an elemental core containing the essence of the Endless Wind from his bag as if by magic.

He could even hear the wailing of resentment coming from the core. Its elemental power was so active that it was obvious that this elemental heart had just been taken out of an elemental creature.

It’s still very “fresh”.

"This?"

Blake threw away the core of the Lord of the East Wind and said jokingly:

"It's the core of a wind elemental lord who unfortunately died in a magical accident a few hours ago. It's also good luck for you and me. Look, I haven't even warmed my hand when I got it, so I have to take it out and use it."

"Wait, do you always have something of this level with you? Are you sure you want to use it to charge Titan Strike?"

Thorim was astonished by Blake's magic for a moment. He watched in shock as Blake slapped the elemental core in his hand into the relic slot of the rifle in a careless manner.

The dim thunder fire began to swallow up the endless wind of the Lord of the East Wind in the next moment, and the elemental core in the pirate's hand shattered in just a few seconds.

And the Titan rifle in front of him, which had been sealed for hundreds of thousands of years, seemed to come to life. It hummed like an engine starting amidst the noise of the strong wind. As the thunder fire on the gun body was lit, This slender hunting sacred object looks like a giant beast awakening after countless years of dust.

It was eager and roaring to rejoin the hunting ground.

The pirate listened intently to the roar of the rifle, as if it was saying, calling the pirates to go and blow off the heads of a few unlucky guys to please themselves.

"You have a lot of character."

Blake laughed and held the slightly heavier Titan Strike in his hand, and professionally made several shoulder-shooting movements.

With the different operating methods of pirates, this technological hunting artifact made by Mimiron can also pop out accessories such as scopes.

When the pirate joked that he needed more fierce firepower, the entire slender gun body also bounced away with the sound of gear rotation at the next moment, turning into a large-caliber hand-held cannon.

The diameter of the gun barrel can easily fit a pirate's fist into it. This kind of fastening can no longer be called a gun, but a cannon.

"I'm starting to like it."

The pirate clapped the Titan Strike that had returned to its original state in his hand. He put the Titan shotgun on his back with a sling and said to Thorim in front of him:

"I promise that I will not live up to your kindness and blessings. Of course, I have no habit of rejecting gifts that come to your door, so it belongs to me. If I don't need it in the future, I promise to find another worthy person for it." On its owner.

Oh, by the way, I have bad news for you about your hound Sun, Lord Thorim. "

Blake shrugged and told Thorim about the hunting contract between Soul Wolf Zhuri and Miss Rona of the Crowley family.

He said:

"That child is my brother's apprentice. Rounding it off, he can be considered my disciple. I told her the secret to taming Zhuri. Now that we have rescued you, this is equivalent to the establishment of the contract.

After Lorna has sufficient hunting skills, she will return to the Storm Peaks to tame the proud northern thunderwolf. I hope Lord Thorim will not hinder this process. "

"Will not."

Thorim stroked the head of Hati, the somewhat sad soul wolf, and assured Black:

"Zhu Ri has always longed for freedom and unfettered hunting. It has its own arrogant will. If a mortal hunter can tame it, it can only mean that Zhu Ri is willing to follow the little girl named Lorna.

Not only will I not hinder her, but I will bless her and even help her.

After all, I am also a hunter, and may even be the first hunter born in the world of Azeroth. I also hope to see this group be passed down and carried forward.

Finally, thank you again for everything you have done for us, Black Shaw. Although you walk in the deep darkness of the void, your heart is full of light.

You are a noble soul. "

"Well, using so many complimentary words for a pirate really makes me feel like you're mocking me, Stormkeeper."

Blake pouted and said:

"But considering that the guardians don't know the etiquette of the mortal world, I don't take this as an offense. Look, Brian has opened the observatory, the lights of the stars are shining, and the Star Sage is indeed on time.

I heard that all of these Star Saints have severe obsessive-compulsive disorder. Their desire for order and rules is almost their instinct for existence. They are really terrible creatures. "

"Have you dealt with Star Saint before?"

Thorim looked at Black in surprise and whispered:

"Are there other Star Saints in Azeroth?"

"Well, the one I dealt with can no longer be regarded as a real Star Saint, but I am indeed very familiar with them, so I have the courage to take on this job."

The pirate laughed and said:

"Just wait and see what I do in a while. I know exactly how to convince them."

Full of confidence, Blake, with the cooperation of a group of fully armed Titan guardians, stepped into the observatory reflecting the deep stars in front of him.

In the darkness here, there are shining stars above, below, left and right, condensed into reflections of different constellations.

If you know something about Azeroth's astronomy, it's not difficult to find that the reflections of these constellations truly simulate the astronomical movements of this galaxy.

At this time, in the reflection of the stars, there was a scattered starlight that condensed and took shape bit by bit, creating a tall figure wearing a cloak.

But neither the cloak nor the human form has any physical feeling. They are completely made of starlight, and the energy nodes shining with starlight can also be seen in the joints of its body.

This means that the guest from the stars who has arrived in Azeroth is a true energy creature.

He is very cold.

Like all supervisors in all systems in the world, it is difficult to deal with him. The moment he appears, he will cast his cold eyes on everyone in front of him.

Well, mostly Titan Guardians.

There is a flesh-and-blood creature cursed with degradation, and it is this life form that sends a signal calling him to come to Azeroth.

In addition, there is another.

Wait, who is that guy carrying a Titan gun and being protected by a group of guardians? If Star Saint Algalon is right, this should be a dangerous ancient god?

This scene shocked the indifferent Star Saint, so much so that he made a very human action. He raised his starry hand and rubbed the starlight nodes around his eyes.

He suspected that there was something wrong with the way he came into this world. Maybe everything in front of him was dazzled by his eyes?

But after repeated confirmations, he was sure that there was a walking ancient god in front of him, looking at him with the same hatred as a group of Titan guardians.

He traveled among the stars and saw many things.

But the scene in front of him was so bizarre that Star Saint was stunned for a few seconds.

Why are the ancient gods still hanging out with the guardians? They look like they plan to beat him up? So, the world is hopeless, and this scene before him is actually a trap for him?

So, at the moment when the pirate coughed and prepared to introduce himself, Algalon raised his hand decisively, without giving Blake any chance to explain, and decisively activated his Titan authority with extremely precise gestures.

The next moment, amidst Leiden's exclamation, the locked Origin Furnace was indeed remotely activated by the guy in front of him using a special method!

Origin·Destruction Restart Protocol

activation!

"Dry!"

Blake's furious voice echoed in the dead silence of the observatory, and he screamed:

"You bastard, why don't you play by the rules? I haven't spoken yet! It's basic combat etiquette to give the villain some time to finish his evil plan before the final battle!

You bastard who doesn't respect tradition and your opponents!

What are you guys doing standing still?

Come on!

Get rid of this lunatic before the world-destruction agreement is fully activated!

He has a "Reply Code Alpha" written by the mysterious Titan Nogannon himself. That is the only key that can cancel the agreement before the world is reshaped!

I'm not ready to attend your funeral or mine. There are three girls waiting for me to go back and marry them, you bastard!

Get it! "