Azeroth Shadow Trail

   Chapter 46 45. Yearning to become a legend

   "The three of you have accomplished the impossible! It really makes me, a ranger who has lived for nearly five hundred years, also feel incredible."

After the battle, Halduron Mingyi took his captives and quickly came to the assembly point after the war. From the excited little dwarf Kelsey who couldn't keep his mouth shut, he heard what happened just now. matter.

   At the first moment of meeting with Black, Maris and Shaw, the elf ranger who used to have a calm expression couldn't help but praise:

   "After this battle, the legend of the three warriors will spread throughout the human kingdom, and your story will even be sung as epic by my people.

   is amazing! "

   "Captain Mingyi, without the arrow you fired at the last moment, our assassination would not have been so smooth."

   Lying on a stretcher with a pale face, Nathanos Maris sincerely said something to his captain, Halduron turned his head, looked at him, and said in a satisfied tone:

   "To be honest, Nathanos, when Lady Sylvanas insisted on bringing you into the Legion of Farstriders despite the opposition of many, none of us thought of what happened today.

   But it turned out that Lady Sylvanas had an excellent eye, and I, I was one of those ignorant ones.

   I want to apologize to you.

   My companion, my comrade in arms.

  Your trip today has proved that you have absolute qualifications to become one of us. No, it cannot be said that the entire Legion of Farstriders will be honored for your righteous deeds tonight. "

   "I'm just happy."

   Nathanos turned his head with difficulty, glanced at his two comrades, and said softly:

   "I didn't let my mentor down or shame her."

  This poor man shot a sharp arrow at the end to buy time for Black to assassinate, but was hit by a death coil from the Gorefiend, and his life force was drained by a full third.

   He is a human being.

   He is not as powerful as the elves.

   He survived by luck, but with his injuries, even with the best physicians and priests in the Alliance, Maris estimates that he will not be able to fight again for at least half a year.

   His loyal hound was deserted, and he was lying firmly beside his master, sticking out his tongue and licking Maris's fingers.

  This loyal dog was also seriously injured this time. Fortunately, the kick of the orc swordsman did not hit the spine, and the Royal Hound's recovery ability was very strong.

   After half a year, it can still start a new hunting career with its owner.

   "Rest well, Maris."

   Shaw stepped forward with his arms hanging. He half-kneeled in front of his comrades, reaching out to help the Ranger wipe the sweat from the pain on his face.

He says:

   "Tomorrow, a big man wants to see us, and then you will be sent back to Quel'Thalas, where you can rest well."

   "No, my suggestion is that it's better to send it back to your hometown."

  Black also stepped forward and seriously suggested to Maris:

   "I found some bad news from Ms. Pasonia. There may be trouble with the high elves recently. In your current situation, don't delay your mentor's next battle.

   Just over there in Darrowshire, rest well on your farm, if there is a chance, Shaw and I will visit you, and this one is your trophy. "

   He took out a pair of black gloves that looked like wolfskin sewn from his suitcase and put them in Nathanos' suitcase, which he got when he hunted the Juggernaut in the blast zone before.

   Sword Dancer Gauntlets

  Excellent quality

   Strengthen toughness. Strengthen wrist strength

   The attribute entry of this thing is good, but it is a pity that Black has the Mason Brotherhood armor, and the lack of gloves will lack the great entry brought by the set.

   So it is regarded as a trophy and given to his friends.

He says:

   "I tried it, the black gauntlet, after tightening it, did not affect the movement at all, and there was a weak magic power infiltrating the wrist, it should have some kind of magical effect.

   Maybe it was a good thing that a swordsman brought from his hometown and was blessed by the shamans.

  If you want to draw a bow and shoot arrows, you need it to protect your fingers more than I do.

  Do not refuse.

  I know you can get better from the elves, but this is my heart, and I don't have anything good to give you as a gift. "

   He patted Maris on the shoulder, causing the latter's face to twitch.

"thanks."

  The ranger said in a low voice, raised his hand again, pointed to the sword that belonged to the half-orc swordsman, and said to Black:

   "I won't be able to go to the battlefield for a long time after that. It's useless to leave this good weapon for me. You can bring it."

   "What do I want it for?"

  The pirate looked contemptuous, and with a little pride, patted his luggage, squeezed his eyes and said:

   "I have better ones."

   "I know, that legendary blade, Ms. Passonia told us."

   Maris' expression became serious.

   He looked left and right and said to Black in a low voice:

   "But we also know that you are not strong enough to even wield that sword, so how can you fight with it? Farstrider's blade dance skills are also applicable to two-handed swords.

  Before you grow up to be able to wield that legendary blade, this master blade can at least help you familiarize yourself with the skills of the sword.

   Take it, Blake.

   As you told me, you need it more than I do, and Shaw will continue to learn the way of the assassin with his grandmother, and I will return to my hometown to recover.

   The time we met was short, but we were already friends.

  We have worked hard together and done great things together. When we are not by your side, this knife can at least replace us to protect you. "

   Shaw, who was beside him, also stretched out his hand, picked up the Master's Blade, and put it into Black's hand. This young and somewhat unspeakable assassin patted Black's shoulder.

Say:

   "Take it, he's right."

"Fine."

  The pirate really couldn't refuse the friend's kindness, and he also held the half-orc swordsman's weapon in his hand. Although this weapon is somewhat similar to the flame blade Sanksu.

   But the quality is indeed much worse:

  Lantresor's Warblade

  Excellent quality

   Strengthen Armor Breaker. Strengthen Sharpness. Strengthen Bleeding

   has three attribute entries, one more than ordinary weapons of fine quality, which proves that it is also a master work. Before Black can pick up Sanksu, it is indeed not bad to use it to become familiar with the skills of the sword.

   "The carriage is coming."

   Not far away, riding on the buzzing mechanical bird, the red-haired little dwarf with engineering high-tech goggles screamed, and Black followed Kelsey Steelspark's voice.

   In this silent night, several carriages were coming from the direction of the small town Steinblade, which was sent by the Alliance military to pick up these heroes.

   But the battle is not over yet.

In the dark valley behind Black, there are also Ravenhold and MI7 assassins, under the leadership of two master assassins, Farad and Willis Deep Shadow, continue to hunt down those remaining flaming sword saints .

   They are putting the finishing touches on the battle.

   After tonight, the Burning Blade Clan may not be on the verge of collapse immediately.

   But without Old Dahl, without the Blade of Flame Sangkesu, its decline, the decline of the sword saint family that has created countless legends, is already unstoppable.

—

  The carriage was driving on the mountain road, and it was a little bumpy.

   Beside Blake, the injured Nathanos Maris has been given medicine by the doctor and will fall asleep, Shaw is in his grandmother's carriage.

   In this bumpy carriage, Blake was the only one left.

   He leaned against the wall of the car, looked left and right, then stretched out his hand from his luggage and took out the legendary sword that had lost all elemental flames and returned to its black and simple essence.

   This action alarmed the good dog lying on the side to be desolate.

   But the hound just glanced at Black, and continued to lie down, dozing while protecting his injured and sleeping master, apparently now thinking of Black as a harmless and friendly friend.

   "What a good dog."

  Blake complimented, and did not recklessly reach out to touch the barren head.

  Nathanos told him that Royal Hounds will only have one owner in their life. They have pride and self-esteem. In most cases, they will not allow anyone other than the owner to touch them.

  The pirate took a deep breath.

   His fingers touched the hilt handguard of the Legendary Blade, which was covered with a layer of tough animal hide as a scabbard, and then closed his eyes, still able to see the character card emerging in the darkness.

   He clicked on the legendary class inscription that he hadn't clicked just now.

   is like a drop down menu.

   details the information about the Sword Saint class:

  Legendary class. Juggernaut

  Job Requirements:

one:

  Requires warrior class level 60 (not satisfied)

  Requires talent. Anger control (not satisfied)

  Requires talent. Weapon master (satisfied)

   requires talent. Prediction (not satisfied)

  Requires talent. Death wish (not satisfied)

  Requires skills. Master Whirlwind (not satisfied)

  Requires skills. Master level kill (not satisfied)

  Requires Skill. Master Mortal Strike (Not Satisfied)

need.

two:

  Requires warrior class level 40 (not satisfied)

  Requires Fire Blade Ritual (not performed)

  Black frowned.

   As expected of a legendary class, this job requirement can no longer be described as harsh. When you click on the first requirement, you will be greeted with "dissatisfaction".

   made Blake shake his head helplessly.

   It seems that I think too much, it is not so easy.

   But the second way of inauguration makes the eyes of the pirates more subtle.

   "No wonder there is a 'pseudo' in the investigation information of those Fire Blade Sword Saints. According to the current inauguration explanation, those Sword Saints did not take office through the first method.

   They took a shortcut with this mysterious 'Fire Blade Ritual'!

   It's no wonder that the combat effectiveness of the fake Juggernaut and the real Juggernaut is so much worse. "

  Black rubbed the cold handle of the battle knife, he narrowed his eyes and thought:

   "But when I read the information about the Orc Sword Saint Lantresso before, I didn't see that he has a legendary body, so it is basically certain that the inauguration of the legendary class does not need to strengthen one's body to the legendary realm.

   But if you want to develop long-term and fully tap the potential of the legendary class, the rigid conditions of physical fitness are necessary, and the swordsman class is an advancement of the warrior class.

   It requires the warrior to understand the mysteries of the 'Wrath of Wrath'.

   Then, if one day in the future, I encounter the legendary class advancement of the Assassin's Way, then I will be asked to dig out the mystery of the "shadow". "

  Blake nodded silently, he benefited a lot from tonight's discovery.

   But soon, the pirates began to think about another problem.

   He stared at the class information of his character card. He didn't know what the others were like, but he could have three ordinary classes, and now there are only two pirates and rangers.

   He can take another job.

So

   Do you want to make up for the warrior class that was lost due to the curse of the Eye of Palles? Preparing for the future career change to Juggernaut?

   Also, if you think a little deeper.

  Warrior's way, is it suitable for you?

   In the real world, I am afraid there is no such thing as "washing talent". Even if he gets a cursed item that is the same as Palez's glance, which can cut off his rank, Blake will not use it.

   That thing has too many side effects.

   Therefore, he must seriously think about this issue, which will directly determine the path he will take in the future.

   "Legendary Power."

  In the bumpy carriage, Blake held this heavy straight-edged sword in both hands, held it in front of his eyes, and examined it carefully.

   After a few minutes, he felt a bit of exhaustion, so he put the sword back into his magic bag, folded his arms, leaned against the wall of the car, and took a nap.

   Confused in his mind.

   But at the moment of falling asleep, he returned to Prince Drake's memory.

   In front of you, there is a blue sea, the sun is shining, the streamer is scattered, and there are clear and lazy songs, singing the daughter of the sea, that is, the scenery of the hometown.

   That is, set sail.

   (end of this chapter)