MTL - Azeroth Shadow Trail-Chapter 197 16. You give scissors and I give...

   Chapter 197 16. You give me scissors

   Kanrisad hid in the darkness of the cellar. He curled up and suppressed his breathing. Perhaps it was a foreknowledge of when danger was coming. He could feel that the surroundings became quieter.

  The door of the cellar above his head was being pushed open, making a creaking sound, and the sound of steel boots hitting the ground.

  The sound of footsteps descends along the spiral staircase of the cellar.

   is messy.

   There must be a lot of people here.

   "They are undead black knights. Before they became black knights, they were a group of daring businessmen who made fake artifacts and sold them to the nobles for profit. The kind of bad, bad, unscrupulous guys.

   A lot of people in Stormwind Kingdom were deceived by them.

   Well, probably from Gilneas.

  The people there are generally bold, adventurous, and like to play with powers that they don't understand at all. "

  Black didn't care about the number or strength of the comers. He was still in the mood to give his little pirates a "science" about the origin of these black knights.

   He was carrying his newly acquired war sickle, Ursalus, and it seemed that he did not intend to use this mighty weapon against the enemy, and as an assassin, he had no intention of hiding.

   stood carelessly at the entrance of the cellar.

   lowered his head, and stretched out his hand to play with the old, very primitive scroll in his hand. The center scroll made of bones already showed signs of damage and weathering, and the scroll body with the text written on it was also tattered.

   It looks like a very old item.

   This thing is a mysterious item that Black got from the cunning proto-tortoise when he left Zandalar before, for which he paid the tidal spell to accompany him through the weak era.

  The ancestor turtle Totaka said that he got this thing from the blood troll, and he didn't know what it was for, but he knew that this thing should have something to do with an ancient Loa who had passed away.

  It is naturally very rare that even the living and long-lived ancestor tortoises do not know the use.

  Fortunately, although Blake didn't know where the thing came from, he knew how to use it.

   Once in a very boring version of the game, doing the task of the Hand of Destiny all day long was a rare moment of relaxation for Blake during that time.

   When this thing is used to abuse vegetables, it is really powerful.

   "You mean fake cultural relics? Wait, I'm a little impressed."

   Hearing Black's description, Kanrisad, who was hiding in the dark, immediately raised his head and said:

   "I remember when I was six years old, my grandfather would still be there. One day, the Duke of Bolvar came to visit, and grandpa showed him his proud collection.

   As a result, Lord Bolvar pointed out that at least five items in his treasure room were fake.

   On that day, he was furious, and he kept scolding the robbers and posted a notice for them. What is the name of the leader? Valentine? "

   "Eridin. The name of the leader of the daring counterfeit merchants is Eredin, and he is quite a legendary guy."

  Black turned around and corrected the little pirate, saying:

   "They just lied to the ignorant nobles, but they deceived Medivh because of their greed.

   Originally, if you meet Medivh under normal circumstances, it is estimated that this matter will be regarded as a joke.

   But the legends of these **** are legends. When they lied to Medivh, they were lucky enough to pick the moment when the fallen Titan Sargeras dominated Medivh.

  Perhaps they should feel honored that, as mortal liars, they were fortunate enough to meet the worthy and most powerful deity under the stars.

  Tsk tsk.

   Fate favors them so much, I feel a little jealous. "

"and after?"

   Kanrisad listened to the sound of heavy footsteps getting closer and closer, and he asked:

   "Are those liars just excommunicated by the gods and turned into black knights?"

   "Of course it's not that simple. Anything related to Sargeras will not be that simple."

  Blake shrugged. He picked up the scroll in his hand and pointed it at the empty cellar in front of him. He said:

   "Sargeras is not angry that they are a group of bad guys. In the eyes of the fallen titans, it doesn't matter if they are good or bad, they will be destroyed by him sooner or later.

   He was angry that these merchants actually tried to deceive Him with false treasures, which made the gods feel a blasphemy and irony against His supreme wisdom.

   And he cast a terrible curse.

   Since these **** are chasing wealth, let them accompany treasures forever, but they can't really own them until the end of the world.

   He gave the thieves the ability to hunt for treasures, allowing them to pursue all kinds of precious treasures day after day, collect those treasures by all means, and pile them up in this cellar, in order to pay for their sins against the gods.

   This process cannot be interrupted.

   Whether it's death, or something else.

   can't stop these black knights from getting the treasures they approve.

   But Medivh's sudden death seems to have given them some respite. These guys haven't appeared for several years, and they don't know where they are.

   How can such a lazy work attitude work?

  So, I'm going to "remind" them that the work that Sargeras gave them has not been completed, and the black knights still need to work overtime. "

  Blake's voice just fell, and a tall figure appeared at the entrance of the cellar.

   It is wearing all-black magic steel heavy armor and a full-covering black knight helmet. There is only a dark smoke echoing on the cheeks.

   Can't see the facial features at all, only a pair of indifferent eyes.

   He was holding a heavy, skeletal epee that exuded a slight chill in his hand, a heavy weapon that might take two adults to lift, and was easily held by the black knight.

  Behind its cursed immortal body, a black cloak danced, and the edge of the cloak merged with the surrounding darkness, indistinguishable from each other.

   It did not come alone.

   There are eight black knights who are dressed in the same way behind it, with the same attire, the same indifference, and the same unknown, the only thing that distinguishes them is the different heights and shorts.

   and their weapons.

   Nine knights and nine weapons form the most chilling rumor about the undead black knight among Karazhan's countless secrets.

"Thief!"

  The leader of the black knight, Eridin, from under his armor, spoke a gloomy tone that was not like a living person, which seemed to be in tune with some kind of cursed power, with a strange sound in the turbidity.

   it snarled:

   "Put down what doesn't belong to you! Dedicate yourself to this, dedicate your humble soul to the dark gods, and then you can get merciful forgiveness!"

   "What does Sargeras want my soul to do?

   Although the fallen titan swore to destroy the stars of this era, he was not a bloodthirsty evil god. For him, every killing was a necessary evil. "

  Blake squeezed the scroll of the hand of fate, and asked in a gentle tone:

   "He treats every life under the stars equally.

  Whether good or evil, noble or humble.

   does not rejoice in destruction, nor takes pride in slaughter.

   He did everything for a noble and foolish goal, but his personal virtues were almost impeccable. In fact, Lord Sargeras is an idol I worship from the bottom of my heart.

   Just a few of you bugs, dare to swindle in the name of my idol? To ruin his old man's reputation?

   It seems that I have to teach you a good lesson! "

   Speaking, Blake tore open the worn scroll in his hand. This thing was so worn out that it turned into rotten smoke and dust the moment it was pulled open.

The choked pirate coughed several times.

   But then something strange happened.

   clumps of faint blue light shone in front of Blake, they were trying their best to form a certain form of reality in the material world, but probably because they had been forgotten for too long.

  The power is so weak that they can only flicker in front of the pirates in the form of light spots.

  Blake stretched out his hand and clasped the spot of light in front of him, and then a sense of discomfort rose from his left hand.

   In the exclamation of the little pirate Kanrisad, the left hand of the pirate captain quickly weathered into a white skeleton, and in the flash of light, it turned into a weird shape.

   Like a mummy's hand wrapped around a rotten, tattered cloth.

   The skin has become shriveled and rough, as if it has been placed in time for thousands of years, with black and weird fingernails, and cloth strips wrapped around every place on the palm.

  It is worth noting that on the **** of this mutant hand, there is also a jewel-like decoration with blue light.

   On the character card in front of Blake, as the hand of fate descended, a small paragraph of text appeared quickly:

  The forgotten loa has long since disappeared in time, only the last remnant and divine power left behind, it calls itself the hand of fate, to declare the power to conform or change fate.

   Please please it discreetly.

   "I announce!"

  Black raised this weird hand high, and when the black knight came slashing with a weapon in front of him, he shouted in a joyful tone:

   "Fate guessing game, start!"

  “Shu”

   The pirate's left hand waved down.

  The rotten palm took a scissors posture under his manipulation.

  According to common sense, the black knight in front of him should throw a fist to represent "stone" to win this silly game that children will play.

   But the problem is.

   Now the two sides are fighting to the death.

  Who has the time to play this childish game of "rock paper scissors" with you?

   Not to mention that these black knights have been tortured by a curse. They have had signs of confusion for many years, and their reactions are already messy. Facing this gesture made by Black, it is even more difficult to make an effective judgment.

After    one second, the game is over.

   The opponent abstained.

  Black. Win!

   "Boom"

   A terrifying force surged out from the hands of the scissors posed by Black.

  Between the lightning and thunder and the ground shaking, the power representing the strange divinity turned into a pair of gray-purple scissors, whistling and wrapping the black knights in front of him.

   Then, as the pirate grinned, his fingers clasped together

   "click"

  The scissors of fate closed silently.

  Pirates are also considerate, using their mouths to simulate the sound of scissors closing.

  The nine tall and mighty black knights who appeared in the form of villains were cut open with almost no resistance under this cut, and the cuts were scattered.

  The body collapsed silently, leaving only nine heads rolling into a ball.

   "The joy of fate!"

   Huang Zhong Dalu's strange voice seemed to applaud Blake's neat victory this time, he won the game and pleased the hand of fate.

   So the weird palm that enveloped his left hand also dissipated like quicksand.

   In the blue dim light again, it turned into that rotten and worn scroll, which was caught by Black and tossed up and down in the palm of his hand.

   "Hey, you guys without tutors, when I invite you to play games, you should play honestly."

   Black bent down, lifted the head of the black knight leader Aridin, and put it in front of him.

He says:

   "But this time, it's just to say 'hello' to the nine of you.

  Because of your lack of positive work attitude, I took these treasures away.

  I know that the curse of Sargeras rolls in your soul, and the inability to offer enough treasures will cause you to suffer terribly.

  I also know that you will come after me desperately to get these treasures back, no one can stop you from completing this curse, I am happy to see it.

   The grudge between you and me begins.

  I will be waiting for you in that sea of ​​plunder!

   That sea is so quiet, what's the point of always letting the Kul Tirans dominate?

  Come on, treat there as a battlefield of chasing and fleeing, and treat my head as your most desired trophy, so as to make that blue ocean more lively.

  The era of carnival belonging to pirates is coming, and the throne of the king of the sea is about to change hands.”

  Black threw Aridin's head on the ground, raised his left foot, and struck down like a warhammer, stepping on the black knight's head, which was shattered by the shearing of fate, into a flying shadow.

   He stared at the shattered helmet under his feet and said coldly:

   "This robbery is my invitation to you. Immortal Nine Knights, you must not refuse!"

   (end of this chapter)