"good!"

After repeatedly confirming the news that Old Dahl was killed in battle, Pasonia Shore finally felt relieved and looked at the quiet night around her.

He took another look at the shattered Fire Blade War Flag that was planted not far away.

Although the body of the old sword master was taken away, the presence of this battle flag passed down from generation to generation by the Burning Blade Clan can still prove the alliance's victory tonight.

But the next moment, the eyes of everyone present fell on the black sword that was stuck diagonally on the ground in front of them, and the Blood Demon didn't have time to take it away.

After Old Dahl's death, the flaming sword returned to its simplest posture, as if it had closed itself off.

"That's...evidence!"

Pasonia looked around and saw that her grandson had already gone outside the woods to look for the ranger Nathanos Maris who had been repelled by the Blood Demon. There were only two legends left here.

and a pirate.

Granny Xiaoer coughed and said:

"It must be brought back to Lordaeron as inspiring proof that it..."

"It will be useless if it falls into the hands of you humans!"

Muradin Bronzebeard blew out smoke rings, revealing a dwarf's unique love for magical weapons.

He said angrily:

"Such a legendary blade should be brought back to Ironforge first, and our best blacksmiths can explore its forging techniques. It is said that this thing was forged deep in the magma of the world of Draenor.

It has been passed down in the Fire Blade clan for thousands of years, maybe it will unlock the secret of the Fire Blade inheritance for us."

"Wake up, little dwarf."

Ms. Pasonia did not give in. She put her hands on her hips and said coldly:

"Ironforge and the entire Khaz Modan are surrounded by orcs, how do you take it back?

You should know that if the Burning Blade Clan finds out that this Blade of the Blade falls into your hands, they will do whatever it takes to get it back."

"Let the greenskins come!"

Muradin said stubbornly and rudely like a real dwarf:

"Let's see who is more powerful, they or my war hammer!"

The quarrel between the two did not break out at all.

Because Ms. Pasonia is not old enough to forget the promise she made a few hours ago.

Before the mission, she said that she would give Blake the right to choose the trophies, but the legendary assassin did not expect that things would develop to this point.

Logically speaking, it is impossible for Black, a rookie assassin, to intervene in the legendary battle.

But he just did it.

"Ahem."

The pirate was also very sensible and did not waste the precious treatment time of the two injured legends. He coughed a few times, pointed at the sword in front of him, and said in a short and powerful tone:

"I want that!"

"I have the first right to choose the spoils. I am willing to give up all the profits from tonight's battle. I don't want reputation or anything else. I want that!"

After saying that, he ignored the two legends beside him, threw out the hook lock, pulled himself over, jumped over, and grabbed the black straight-edged sword that was on his chest.

One hard push.

Well, I didn't pull it out.

Awkward.

He held it with both hands and pulled it out hard from the ground.

Very heavy.

This is the first feeling when I get the sword. This thing doesn't seem to weigh as much as a piece of steel of this size.

The density inside it must be extremely high.

And when you touch the blade of the sword with your hand, it doesn't feel like pure steel, but rather like a combination of cooled magma and steel with a frosted texture.

Blake held it with both hands and made a chopping motion.

In the translucent character card equipment column in front of him, new entries are being generated, and they are different from all the weapons and equipment he currently owns.

Not only does it have the name of the weapon and attribute entries, it also comes with a folded description:

Flame Blade Sankesu

legendary quality

Extraordinary armor-breaking. Extraordinary magic-breaking. Extraordinary sharpness. Extremely effective in bleeding. Extremely effective in igniting. Never worn out.

Class Inscription: Sword Master

Blake already knew the name of the weapon. In a certain version later in the game, this sword appeared, but unfortunately it appeared in the form of a mission item.

And the five special effects entries it comes with, as well as the last one "never wear out", are definitely worthy of the legendary quality of this sword.

But what really made Blake's heart tremble was the last line.

As early as when he entered Azeroth and summoned the character card for the first time, Blake was very interested in the legendary and mythical classes on the character card.

As he guessed, these legendary classes should be powerful and popular professions that are not open to players in the game and belong only to noble NPC gentlemen.

The inscription on the Flame Blade Sankesu also proves this point.

If you want to open the legendary class, you must first obtain something similar to "proof of strength". The sword in front of you undoubtedly belongs to this category.

Blake focused on the description of the "Class Inscription", just like opening the folded information, a new area was extended below the character card.

But before he could take a closer look, he felt two hands touching him at the same time.

A woman's hand on the shoulder.

A dwarf's hand was placed on his waist.

well.

It's really hard for these people to be born short.

"Ravenholdt is willing to use other things in exchange for this sword. Black, please don't be angry. Listen to me, this is not a robbery.

Or force."

Pasonia's voice sounded in Blake's ears.

With a touch of seriousness.

she says:

"The Assassin's League has existed for nearly three thousand years. We have seen many more magical weapons than you think. We don't necessarily want to collect this sword master's blade.

But if you carry it, it will cause you trouble.

You can understand my request as a kind of... cautious protection."

"Yes, the old woman didn't lie to you, young man."

Muradin Bronzebeard would be much more straightforward.

With the unique uprightness and simplicity of the dwarves, he enjoyed the dwarf tobacco and said to Black in a sincere voice:

"As we just said, after the news of Lao Dahl's death in battle spreads, the entire Burning Blade clan may be divided, but it may also be united by Orgrim in the name of revenge.

And this lost sword master's blade, the symbol of the burning blade, is what they must get.

Can you imagine what will happen to you after you carry this sword? You will be regarded as the universal enemy by all the Burning Blade Orcs, and they will hunt you endlessly.

Orcs from other clans will also join in."

Pasonia sighed, and continued what the dwarf said:

"We worked hard tonight to kill an orc legend, and there are at least seven legends in the entire tribe, whether it is for revenge for Old Dar.

Or transfer hatred to the Alliance, you will become their target...

But your performance tonight has proven your worth. Ravenholdt will not give up any valuable members. I must think about your safety.

Perhaps, you will also become a legend in the next era.

But that is, after all, a matter for the next era.

You can store it in the manor, and when you are strong enough to hold it, we will return it to you. This is your trophy.

As long as I am alive, no one can take it away.

So, what's your answer?"

Blake blinked.

He first glanced at Muradin, whose blue eyes were filled with worry, smiled at the dwarf prince, and then glanced at the expressionless Lady Pasonia behind him.

He took a step back and held the heavy sword in his hand.
To be continued...