"What Frostmourne needs is not to be destroyed, it needs a master, which is why the demons threw it into this world."

Blake didn't feel what had just happened. He just felt that the Salamani sisters' swords, which were killing enemies on the battlefield, were coming here at a very fast speed.

Probably the two sword ladies were worried about their master's safety and came to "escort" him.

This is not a bad thing.

In the dark and cold hall, he glanced at the prophet, and Velen also looked at Black.

The pirate coughed and said:

"Yes, you are the sword holder they selected, but unfortunately, you relied on yourself and the nobles to help you get rid of that shameful conspiracy.

I would also like to congratulate Your Excellency the Prophet of endless blessings here.

You are so happy to have escaped a shameful trap created just for you. This is really a great thing."

The stinky pirate laughed and said something meaningful to the prophet. The latter nodded. The tacit understanding between the prophets made him understand Black's

"Sounds beyond words".

Viren glanced at the restrained demon son beside him.

He knew that he owed Blake a huge favor.

The pirate glanced appreciatively at Hisari Black Crow, who had completed the task very well. The latter snorted expressionlessly, feeling bad knowing that he was being used as a pawn by the stinky pirates.

But because she has long been accustomed to Blake's damn style, she doesn't feel too much anger in her heart. Instead, she feels that she can personally save the Draenei prophet and thereby save the future of this troubled race.

To be happy.

Finally, Blake looked at the spinning ice blue magic sword in front of him. In this dark hall full of undead, he said:

"We must find an owner for it here, otherwise Frostmourne will not be satisfied. It must have an excellent sword wielder to exert all its power."

"I come!"

High Lord Ravencase took a step forward and said without hesitation:

"This sword exudes the aura of death from the inside out. Any living person who comes into contact with it will be ruthlessly corroded. Only I am the most suitable dead person here!

My will is strong enough, I can"

"No, you can't, High Lord."

Blake shook his head and said:

"This magic sword was born in the world of the dead. It was forged by the most legendary and powerful Eternal in that world. The knowledge and power it carries come directly from the Firstborn who shaped the Death Stars.

It was created for the sole purpose of spreading death and chaos throughout the material world of the stars.

It's a pity though.

But you can't even resist Apocalypse's bewitchment. You have to face Frostmourne, whose power of soul control is at least ten times that of Apocalypse. The moment you come into contact with it, you will be controlled by it and become a miserable sword.

slave'."

"Don't bother!"

The demon boy Lakish, who was bound by Viren with the holy light, witnessed the discussion of this group of mortals. This guy with a complicated life experience, who had just died once and was rescued by his father, sneered and said:

"Do you know why the demons must choose the Prophet Velen as the sword bearer?

Because Velen is the ‘benchmark’ for sword wielders!

To perfectly control this magic sword, the mind and will of the sword wielder must not be weaker than Velen. For mortals, this is really a terrifying and despairing standard."

"yes."

The devil's sarcasm made Black nod repeatedly. He rubbed his chin, looked at Frostmourne and said:

"Even I, who have always been confident, don't have the courage to touch it. Although I think there is a high probability that nothing will happen to me, but why should I gamble when it is a matter of life?"

"Same willpower as a prophet? You're kidding, right?"

Hisari Black Crow said with a tone of despair:

"Your Excellency Velen has lived for more than 30,000 years! He led his people to avoid the pursuit of demons in the stars for 25,000 years, and he is still the most powerful god chosen by the Holy Light among the stars!

How many people in the entire galaxy can match his willpower?"

"No, no, no, living a long time does not mean strong willpower, and the temptation of Frostmourne is not a simple confrontation of willpower, it will amplify the dark side in the heart of the sword holder...

And there is darkness in everyone’s heart.”

Blake shook his head and looked at the prophet, and he said:

"I don't mean to offend you, Your Majesty the Prophet, but as far as I know, there are at least two people on this battlefield who have stronger willpower than the Prophet.

Brox Saurfang and my idiot sister Finna.

In the field of willpower, warriors with iron will are the real leaders. But unfortunately, I cannot allow any of them to hold this sword."

"So what should we do now?"

Lord Ravencrest stared at the rotating dark magic sword in front of him, which was constantly tempting people's hearts, and he said:

"We must control it. If the sword holder can control the undead on the battlefield, then we will win this battle. If we allow it to continue to cause chaos, the longer the battle lasts, the greater the possibility of our failure."

"That's why I'm here."

Blake snapped his fingers and said:

"I have a way to 'cheat'.

I can introduce the power of the Ancient One into the soul of a willing warrior, giving him or her the ability to temporarily resist the infestation of Frostmourne's soul.

But enduring the erosion of death and void at the same time means that there is a high probability that this warrior will die miserably after his soul and will are exhausted.

"Then I'll do it!"

The deceased Ravencase gritted his teeth and said:

"I will give anything to win this victory!

This is the first battle in the eternal war between the Black Crow Chapter and the demons. As the leader of the Black Crow Knights, I must win a glorious victory for them.

"You still have a wife and children, great lord, calm down and think about them."

The high lord's self-recommendation was instantly rejected by Black. He shook his head and said:

"Without your leadership, the Black Crow Chapter will lose its soul. Your significance to the Black Crow Knights is no less than what Illidan means to the Illidari.

And in the demonic war that is about to begin in our world, you are also an important figure in uniting the power of the Kaldorei.

I don't want to see you die miserably here."

During their discussion, a petite figure that no one noticed clenched his fists.

She seemed to have made up her mind. After a few seconds, amidst the exclamations of the undead and prophets around her, she quickly rushed to the altar and reached out to grab the suspended magic sword.

"Snapped"

The wolf's edge that Blake swung knocked the delicate little figure to the ground, and the great lord's magic sword Apocalypse was pressed against her scarred neck.

"It's not something you can touch! Weak undead."

Ravencase scolded:

"Didn't you hear the warnings we just said? You are so weak that you will be controlled by it the moment you come into contact with it. Did you decide to commit suicide in this way after you died?

I know the undead all have psychological problems!

But this kind of eternal death is not a good experience."

"I just don't have time to listen to you continue to discuss it!"

The female Draenei who was pinned to the ground by the pirates and the Death Lord raised her head. The blood-red soul fire in her eyes was beating, representing her strong emotions.

She shouted:

"There are still so many people suffering outside, and I can hear their wails, just like the massacres and tragedies I heard and saw at the Temple of Karabor.

I couldn't stop it at that time.

But now. Maybe I can...

The Archon's Seal on her forehead, which Velen had just given with the Enlightenment Seal, was beating, outlining a dark but vivid light, representing the undead's excited mind.

"Hey, Yrel, if it were you..."

Black did not reject this female undead outright like Lord Ravencrest. He just looked at the undead Draenei hoof sister in front of him with a strange look.

After a few seconds, the stinky pirate released his weapon and gestured to the high lord.

The latter looked at Blake suspiciously, and he said in a serious voice:

"Are you sure you want her to try? Once it can't control itself, Frostmourne will get all the power from the sword-wielding man and bury us all here!"

"I am a prophet, High Lord, I can see destiny."

Blake looked at the female undead who got up from the ground with a gray face and whose strength was not even legendary. There was a strange light in his eyes and he whispered:

"What you are standing in front of is not an ordinary undead. Her destiny to greatness has been cut off by death, but she still has the qualifications to become a great or cruel person.
To be continued...