Shadow Trails in Azeroth

Chapter 949 45. I feel the taste of fun - Spring Festival update, Happy New Year [815]

"bass"

The silver-gray command knife was unsheathed with a crisp sound of sliding blades.

Like a ray of cold light waving in the hands of the warrior, and being placed in front of Dai Lin amid the sharp sound of breaking wind, the admiral stretched out his fingers and stroked the cold blade.

Its shape is very similar to the command knife of the Kul Tiran Navy.

The blade is narrow, slender and curved, and the long blood grooves on both sides of the blade reduce its weight and enhance its lethality.

The hilt is made from the broken sword of the legendary Leap Slicer and is in the shape of a green cross. The blade is dotted with fragments of voidstone, and the blade is made of fragments of Odin's shield.

There is also a beautifully shaped hand guard connected to the handle of the knife.

Dai Lin is very satisfied with its simple and direct shape. As an old sailor who fights the sea, he does not like overly exaggerated decoration, but can appreciate the deep beauty.

The knife in front of him fit all his desires for weapons.

"The blade is made of elemental steel, making it unparalleled in strength and sharpness. I also mixed it with the pile of junk you gave me, so that while it remains strong, it can also inflict more fatal magic damage to the opponent."

The dwarf Muradin, who was sitting on a wine barrel and drinking wine, proudly introduced:

"Because of the characteristics of the void stone, this knife has strong resistance to the power of the void.

This is also one of your requests. I know that the incident with the Church of Storms has left a shadow on you, so I specially used the magic of the Sunwell to strengthen it.

In addition, this knife is mixed with Odin's artifact, making it very suitable for carrying anger, and it also has some additional effects, but you need to slowly explore this in battle. "

"Not bad! I'm very satisfied."

Dai Lin held the command knife in his hand and said to the dwarf:

"Didn't you also say that you would add some new skills to it? You also said that it would increase its destructive power or something."

"Yes, I have."

Muradin became interested when he mentioned this. He reached out and took Dai Lin's command knife, blinked and said mysteriously:

"Then it's time to show off the miracle, watch out!"

The dwarf blacksmith took a deep breath and whispered a word to the command sword. As the blades clashed, Muradin spread his hands outward. In the admiral's stunned eyes, the command sword separated like a split.

They became two identical sailor swords.

"Look, isn't it awesome?

These two knives are equally strong, and in the dual-knife form, there will be a mysterious connection between them, which will make your attacks faster and more powerful, and your defense will be airtight.

It's also great for sneak attacks. "

Muradin laughed and waved his sharp blade forward, bringing with it the power of the whirlwind. He combined the two knives into one and threw them to Dai Lin.

He grabbed his wine bottle and said with a little regret:

"I've got the hang of that forging skill. Unfortunately, I'm still a little short of fully mastering it. It's a magical weapon, my friend.

I tried to make it have the characteristics of Salamani, which can be freely separated and integrated according to the user's ideas, but I can't do that, so I can only settle for the next best thing.

Remember, its awakening name is 'Proudmoore'!

Speak in Dwarvish. "

"sharp!"

A warrior like Dai Lin can certainly understand the enhancement brought by this "small special effect" in actual combat. He gestured with his thumb to Muradin and said:

"It's far beyond my imagination. I knew it was absolutely right to ask you to do this. However, you said before that you wanted to make yourself a pair of armor?

Finished? "

The admiral inserted his new weapon into the scabbard and wore it on his waist. He stroked his beard and said:

"We must set off immediately, my mark is calling, and Odin has advanced the trial of strength."

"We have already done."

Muradin also became serious.

He patted his pocket and said:

"I'm also ready and ready to go at any time. A celebration of warrior glory sounds like something I would like. Come on, let's go there by boat?"

"We can."

Dai Lin was about to finish when he heard the door open. He turned around and saw his wife, Mrs. Jin Jian, walking in angrily.

This made the admiral look confused.

He asked:

"Gina, you're not supposed to be hosting in Kul Tiras."

"Dailin! Go and bring Fenner back! Now!"

Mrs. Jinjian screamed and interrupted Dai Lin's inquiry. She stared at her husband and shouted:

"That little bastard lied to me. I received a letter from Lord Morningseeker and found out that she had sneaked away to Kul Tiras and invited the Elf Sword Master to participate in a trial of strength with her in my name. .

She left Quel'Thalas two days ago and should be in Stormheim in the Broken Isles by now.

Go and bring her back! "

"?"

Dai Lin raised his eyebrows when he heard the word Trial of Strength. He turned back and looked at Muradin. The dwarf shrugged, not intending to express his opinion on the matter.

But looking at Muradin's smile, you can tell that this bastard dwarf intends to have fun.

There can only be one winner in that trial of strength. That is to say, if fate arranges it this way, Dai Lin will have to fight with his daughter after having a fight with his son.

Gee, what's wrong with this family?

However, this is so exciting.

"I'm going, my Gina, and I swear I'll bring her back safely."

Dai Lin comforted his anxious wife.

Mrs. Jin Jian obviously had a shadow over what happened with the Church of Storms. Now that she heard that her daughter had escaped, she felt anxious and angry.

But as the child grows older and has his own ideas, what can she do?

"I will sail over with Muradin."

The General is committed to:

"I'll let her go home as soon as I find her."

"By boat?"

Mrs. Jin Jian was furious and said angrily:

"When you take the boat and float to the Broken Islands, that crazy girl Fenna will not know where she has gone! Come with me, I have a faster way to send you there.

But you can't wear this navy suit anymore. Change it. Keep a low profile. Muradin will also change it.

When Tol Barad arrives, you two are not allowed to talk.

Catherine has made arrangements. The elven mages over there will send you to the wilderness of Suramar. It only takes one day for you to set off from there to Stormfjord. "

"Tol Barad?"

Dai Lin hesitated for a while.

Isn't that Blake's home base? let

As an admiral, he secretly sneaked into the pirate base to seek help, which had a huge impact on Dai Lin's self-esteem.

and

"Blake isn't there right now, you don't have to worry about the awkward meeting."

Mrs. Jin Jian pinched Dai Lin hard on the shoulder and said in a faint tone:

"Stop your machismo and come on! There's no time to waste."

——

Blackstone Mountain, on the Blackstone Tower.

The old warrior Brox put on his armor and picked up his "picked up" tomahawk.

This broken elven waraxe has been reforged by the great blacksmiths of the Thorium Brotherhood.

It was reshaped into the brutal form of the skull ax preferred by the orcs, but the burning effects and shattering marks on the blade were retained.

The great blacksmith believed that such a design could effectively enhance the weapon's lethality and give it a broken and withered beauty.

Brooks was fine with that.

He doesn't pick weapons.

When necessary, he can still easily kill his opponent with a pitchfork.

The old orc is not too keen on the strength of the armor, but the trial he is going to participate in this time is extraordinary. Although he is very confident, confidence does not mean recklessness.

Since you are competing for the title of the strongest warrior in the world, you must be fully prepared.

Not just for his sake, but for the orcs' precarious reputation in Azeroth, which he must save.

Therefore, Brox rarely wore a set of finely crafted armor made by the Dark Iron dwarves. After putting on a thick battle helmet, he looked like a real killing machine.

"boom"

The old orc opened the door.

Outside the door, his brother Varok Saurfang was also ready to go. Varok was holding a black iron skull battle ax with blood red in his hand.

It was a powerful weapon specially customized for Varok by the Thorium Brotherhood after Chief Red learned about the Trial of Strength. The dwarves called it "Nightfall," symbolizing the moment of eternal silence after the slaughter.

Frostwolf Shaman Drek'Thar also specially made elemental enchantments for this ax to enhance its destructive power.

Now, when the Saurfang brothers were preparing to leave, Redd and Drek'Thar both came to see them off. The warchief was wearing his "bloated" black plate armor and carrying his Dark Hand warhammer.

He stood at the door and said to the two orc warriors in front of him:

"This battle is not only to show the power of our orcs, but also to earn glory for us in front of other races. This is not only a major event for the orthodox tribe, it is also about the glory of Draenor.

I have prepared a portal to Suramar Wilds for both of you, from where you can set off to Stormheim.

and this. "

Red coughed, took down the Hand of Darkness warhammer behind him, and threw it to Varok Saurfang. He said:

"I think those dwarves are exaggerating a bit. This ax may be very powerful, but in a real battle between strong men, it's not enough.

The Blackstone Clan's sacred objects are temporarily loaned to you.

If we orcs want to win, we must win with orc weapons! "

Varok took the hand of darkness, glanced at Red, whom he had always disliked, and finally did not refuse, but nodded.

"Brox, and Varok, I've received the message."

The blind prophet Drek'Thar warned:

“The Warsong clan sent back news that Grom disappeared a week ago.

I highly doubt that guy was invited by Odin too. You all know Grom's bad habits, and he will probably take the opportunity to start a big brawl to satisfy his shameful desire for battle.

Try to avoid fighting with Grom that will affect your combat effectiveness.

If possible, direct his anger toward other warriors. "

"I know."

Brooks nodded.

Although Grom Hellscream's ever-present aggressiveness is really a headache, a warrior battle involving this guy will never be dull.

Moreover, Grom has been mocking Brox as a courageous old guy. Although the old orc doesn't pay much attention to such boring ridicule, he will always feel a little uncomfortable after hearing it too much.

If that foul-mouthed bastard wants to relive the feeling of being taught a lesson by him when he was young, then the old orc will not let him down.

Twenty minutes later, through the teleportation of the Nightborne mages who came to Blackstone Mountain in advance, the Saurfang brothers were sent across half of the world in a disgusting dizziness and were sent outside Suramar City. on the wilderness.

The scenery of the ruins of the elven empire and the huge white city in the distance made the orc brothers stop and look at it. The civilization of the world of Azeroth was too advanced, and it was difficult for the world of Draenor to compete with them in this regard.

But no matter how prosperous the civilization is, it will come to an end one day, and the ruins in front of us are the best proof.

War, no matter in which world it is in, is brutal and extremely destructive.

The orcs have suffered greatly.

"Let's go."

Varok carried the battle ax and said to his brother who was deeply moved:

"We have to set off quickly. The mark on our wrist is urging us. It seems that Odin can't wait any longer."

"Hahaha, something must have happened."

Brooks smiled and said:

"It's not easy to allow the King of War to start the trial in advance. Thinking about it, I know it's not easy. I have a feeling that this may be related to... Hush! Did you hear the sound?"

The old orc's expression turned serious for a moment.

Varok also buckled on his battle helmet and grabbed his battle ax.

In this land of elven ruins, they actually heard human laughter, and why did that voice feel so familiar?

Two heavily armed orcs lurked toward the place where the laughter came from. Outside a ruins, they saw Dailin and Muradin who had just walked out of the portal.

Brooks narrowed his eyes and made a gesture to his brother and him to retreat temporarily.

Those two guys must also be here to participate in the trial of strength.

With Dai Lin's character of hating green-skinned orcs, if the two sides met, they would have to fight in this wilderness, and it would definitely be a fight to the death.

As for Muradin Bronzebeard.

The previous battle on the wall of Lordaeron made Brox know that this dwarf was also a difficult person to deal with. Although he was very confident in the fighting power of his two brothers, they had a big fight before the trial started. Some of them

"Did you smell it?"

Over there, Dai Lin moved his nose. He held the command knife at his waist and said to Muradin:

"There's something lying around to ambush us. The greenskin stench!"

"?"

The dwarf threw away the wine bottle with a swish, took out the battle ax and hammer, and clashed with each other several times. Amidst the sparks flying, the dwarf also showed a smile full of fighting spirit.

"It's such a surprise when we come here. Come on, Dai Lin, let's kill a few greenskins to warm up."

"Discovered!"

Brox narrowed his eyes and looked at Varok, who was holding the battle ax next to him.

He nodded, and the next moment, two warriors charged out, and Dai Lin and Muradin also roared to fight.

For a time, the entire wilderness of Suramar became lively.

This trial organized by Director Odin was really a hot scene from the beginning.

Awesome!