Black comes with bad intentions.

This can be seen from what he said in front of a group of undead. This bold pirate wanted to take away Frostmourne, which was immediately coldly rejected by the undead.

The undead rarely use words to express their thoughts. Compared with decaying vocal cords, they prefer to use actions to make others understand them.

So amidst the sounds of weapons being unsheathed, Blake was instantly surrounded by this group of Draenei undead awakened by Frostmourne.

Every dead man's eyes shone with a cold light, which meant that as long as the stinky pirate made the slightest move, he would be swarmed and killed.

Well, that's what the undead think.

As for whether they can do it, it is doubtful.

"You are telling a terrible story, Lord Black."

The weak death knight Yrel was wearing a Draenei-style gemstone warhammer. She said to Black in a serious and cold tone:

"Leave now and I can pretend I didn't hear your horrible remarks."

"I'd rather you pretend you never saw me coming."

The pirate told a cold joke.

He did not look back at the undead, all his attention was focused on the sword box in front of him.

Even though there was living wood full of vitality blocking the escape of the power of death, the moment the pirate reached out to touch the sword box, he still heard the whisper of Frostmourne.

The magic sword was trying to seduce him.

Temptation seems to be its evil nature. It is constantly telling its desire. It hopes to be held by a strong person and then kill everyone.

It constantly expressed to Black that in its opinion, Black Shaw was more suitable to be its master than Yrel or Velen.

Her attitude is sincere and gentle, like a steady and knowledgeable girl.

But this kind of temptation is difficult to work for a well-informed bastard like a pirate, not only because he has been exposed to the will of the void for many years, which makes Black extremely resistant to all seductive words.

And because the pirate is a conservative person,

He already has his own sword girls, so he can't desire more, otherwise the Salamani sisters will be angry.

"Click"

With a crisp cracking sound, the Black and White Sword Girl jumped out of the magic bag where the weapons were stored without being summoned by the pirates.

They guarded their master fiercely, whether it was the mature and steady white sword Sharathol, or the violent black sword Eremeni, both sword girls were constantly making the sound of their sharp blades.

They are using this method to warn this "little wild cat" who doesn't know where it came from, to stay away from its owner!

Otherwise I will chop you into pieces!

Generally speaking, elven swords like Salamani would not be so rough and disrespectful. The main reason was that the sword sisters had not been having a good time these days, which caused them to be in a bad mood.

There have been many "guests" in Black's luggage specially for storing weapons recently, which has not only overstocked the originally spacious "living space" of the Sister Swords,

It also brought unexpected sequelae.

Redthroat Fang is making ghost noises all day long, which is annoying to death.

The two pirates who bully the weak and fear the strong are not serious all the time, teasing the two sisters in different ways, just like the damn dirty pirates.

The Wolf's Edge is still as reliable as ever.

But this guy is too stable and doesn't pay attention to the changes around him, so even the sister swordswoman can't find a helper.

It feels like you have suddenly moved from a single-family villa to a lively old community, which is extremely irritating.

Blackshaw's love life is in turmoil, his demonic servants as a warlock are in turmoil, and now even his weapons are in turmoil.

The life of Sister Jianniang is already so bad, and you, a black-hearted little wild cat from outside, are just a little jealous! Please stop joining in the fun, okay?

The conversation between the weapons was incomprehensible to others, but after Salamani warned Frostmourne, Frostmourne seemed to become hesitant in tempting Black.

Listening to the introductions of these two very talented sisters, Frostmourne felt that it was not a very good idea for him to plunge headlong into Black Shaw's arsenal so recklessly.

"What did you two say to her?"

Blake looked at the black and white swords floating beside him with strange eyes, and asked:

I also want to hear about her seduction again, and then laugh at how young and boring her seduction skills are, just like a fledgling student sister who insists on pretending to be a sexy and sultry mature older sister."

This complaint made a group of undead around him stare.

Hey, Mr. Pirate, are you talking to your sword? How long have you had this symptom? Such bad symptoms really cannot be delayed any longer.

Do we need a craniotomy to get to the root of the problem once and for all?

"Get off that sword!"

Yrel ignored this, she smashed the warhammer in her hand on the ground, and yelled:

"That's a terrible thing. You can't take it away, let alone take it away from this world!"

The worry and anger of the female undead leader are justified.

As a "live audience" who had personally held Frostmourne before, she could not have a clearer understanding of the power of this magic sword to summon the souls of the dead.

Even if it was only ten minutes, the terrifying power of Frostmourne still left an indelible impression on Yrel.

When she held this magic sword, she felt that her thoughts seemed to be infinitely extended. She could feel the entire Shadowmoon Valley in Karabor Temple, and even the adjacent Talador and Arak Peaks.

The place of a deceased person.

She can talk to the souls who have died and arrived in another world, and she can invite them back to this world to participate in a war.

She doesn't even need a polite invitation,

All she needs to do is give a rough order, and hundreds of thousands of dead souls will obey her and fight for her.

In the previous battle against the demons, Yrel did not even dare to use the power of Frostmourne with all her strength. She was afraid that she would use too much force and create an "undead disaster" in Draenor that would sweep the world.

It is precisely because of her personal experience that the female undead is extremely afraid of this sword. If possible, she would be willing to do anything to destroy it on the spot.

Such monsters cannot appear in any material world.

Not to mention that it would fall into the hands of a pirate known for his greed and madness. Yrel could not believe what kind of disaster Black would cause with this sword.

"You seem to be worried that I will use it to do bad things?"

Blake glanced back at the weak Yrel, and whispered:

"Why do you have such outrageous ideas? If I want to destroy this world, I can easily do it without this sword. With Draenor's previous weak posture, I only need to use my unfriendly

I borrowed a staff from my black-skinned elf friend and stabbed it somewhere in Shadowmoon Valley."

The pirate let go of his fingers and made an explosion, and also used explosive sounds.

He grinned and said:

"As long as I do that, you will see a world fall apart before your eyes. It is no more difficult for me to destroy Draenor than it is to convince an undead like you to obey me.

Well, it looks like you don't believe it, so let me spend a few minutes chatting with you.

Lord Shikhelit, can you go out first?"

The pirate looked at the Archdruid and said:

"I don't want my dark wisdom to affect you. You druids always need to keep your hearts pure."

"You should probably knock me out."

Deer Helmet said expressionlessly:

"Otherwise, if someone discovers that I am collaborating with you, I will be hunted by the Watchers."

"No, no."

Blake waved his hands and said:

"Believe me, I will convince our undead friends to pretend not to see all this. No one will know that you and I have joined forces, and no one will know that you took the initiative to hand over the sword you are responsible for guarding to me.

I know what you want to ask.

I will tell you, be patient, and I will definitely open a door for you that will allow you to step into another world. We have agreed, and I have a strong reputation in this regard.

"Um."

Staghelm nodded.

At this point, he had no other choice but to go to the dark side with Black.

So under the stunned gaze of the undead, the Archdruid raised his head and slammed it against the cold wall next to him.

There was a loud bang, and the bloody deer helmet fell to the ground. Judging from the force of the impact, one wonders whether he wanted to commit suicide, or whether he wanted to smash his head against the wall?

"Okay, don't worry about the Archdruid's injury, he will recover after a sleep,"

Blake picked up the living wooden sword box. This thing could not be put into the bag, so it could only be wrapped around the body with a chain. While he tied the magic sword tightly to his chest, he said casually to the undead gathering towards him:

You all have died once, so I don't think I need to describe the scenery of the Shadow Realm to you.

You've all seen it before. I'm guessing most of you were assigned to Ascension Bastion. Guys like Yrel who fought to the death probably spent an uncomfortable time as a recruit in Maldraxxus.

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To be continued...