Azeroth Trail of Light

For a forger of the level of Ignis, it is not impossible to completely transfer the internal power without destroying the material of the weapon itself. In fact, he uses a method that Dick cannot understand at all. By slightly reshaping the shape, a beating storm essence was extracted from the Wind Chasing Sword.

As for the reshaped weapon, the general appearance is not much different from the previous wind chasing sword, except that the rare metal collected by the furnace master is used to reinforce it with the guardian inside the divided blade of the tuning fork. The special magic pattern engraved several special magic circles for it.

"I can set up an energy core for it. Do you have anything suitable?"

Five or six large spars were beating in Ignis' hands, shining with a special light. He looked at Dick and lifted the spar in his hand, "This is the power stone I have here, although it is enough. , But if you have something more appropriate...for example, it contains special symbolic things, this thing will affect the final form of this weapon, so I hope you will consider it carefully."

Hearing this, Dick started tossing and searching in his storage ring several times, patted his head for the last time, took off the amber ring from his right hand finger, and handed it to Ignis.

"One-seventh of the Atama Crystal, the Naaru Shield, is said to come from a powerful holy light creature in ancient times. It is full of guardian power and has extraordinary adaptability to energy. Is this okay?"

Ignis carefully took the ring that was about the size of a millet grain for him, and his brows wrinkled tightly.

"The most suitable! The adaptability to the Holy Light is simply the best I have ever seen. This is a real treasure. Even in our time, it is enough to become a treasure... I can feel the inside of it. Flowing power, but the base you found for it is too bad, this thing is simply blasphemous."

Dick shrugged a little helplessly. The amber stone base of the Naaru’s Shield was made by the Dark Iron King himself, and it was judged by Ignis as bad. He didn’t know that Thaurissan, who was holding the Balm’s Hammer, made it. How do you feel.

The guardians are a group of efficiency guys. Despite the complaints, Ignis’ actions were not affected. With a light wave of his thick fingers, the ones mixed with fine gold, mithril and krypton gold The base of the ring was melted into a mass of waste, and he carefully placed it in the bottom groove of the split blade of the new Wind Chasing Sword. The golden light began to shine on the magic pattern of the sword like flowing water. Constantly flowing.

Ignis took a deep breath, raised the forging hammer in his hand high, and then knocked it down. At the moment when the forging hammer touched the amber stone, a ray of light lit up from the seams, like A sun was shattered, and the huge light completely swallowed Ignis and Dick who were caught off guard at this moment, and the Paladin only had time to place a sacred barrier in front of him.

"boom!"

"Ahem!"

When the light dissipated, Dick opened his eyes, the shield in front of him was already full of cracks, and the furnace master on one side was lying on the ground in embarrassment, only a third of the solid black iron forging hammer in his hand was left. The other part of Yi’s handle was completely melted by the light wave just now. He hurried forward to help, but Ignis laughed embarrassedly, propped up his body, and slapped the dust on his body. Angrily said,

"This thing is really powerful! It's not good enough because we seem to have succeeded. It was the first breath of its rebirth. What a grumpy kid... Go and see your new weapon, Great Guardian. You should be the first one. Get in touch with it."

"Thank you, Ignis."

Dick thanked the master of the furnace, and then strode to the side of the forge that had been completely destroyed and melted one-third of the forge. Amidst the wreckage of hot steel and flames, a handful of gold and silver The intertwined heterogeneous long sword is inserted on the ground, and its blade is still split like a tuning fork, but inside the blade, there are two more thick golden swords, and the outer blade is also from the previous one. The blade has become a blade divided into three sections, full of lethality.

The hilt of the sword is still the same as before, covered with barbs and blue handles. This part has not changed at all, but the most eye-catching is the center of the blade that was originally entangled with thunder and lightning. At this time, there is a golden streamer floating. The spar seems to be beating slightly. Around this sword, the golden streamer is like a belt of light, and the guard around it is like a jumping golden thunder, really like embedding a wretched sun. In the core of this sword.

Rise from the ashes...

This was the first word that came out of Dick’s mind. He took a deep breath, stretched out his left hand, and slowly clenched the blade. The long sword was beating violently in his palm, but when Dick’s body was At the moment when the thunder and lightning, the holy light and the order were again covered with more ferocious blades, the two-handed epee suddenly quieted down.

A seemingly non-consciousness was beating in Dick's heart, ignorant, not even thoughts and wisdom.

That is the soul born of this sword... it is far from being called a soul, but at least it has taken the most important step, and now this sword gives Dick the feeling that it is, like it is The Ashbringer in Mograine's hands.

It’s not exactly the same, but the Ashbringer was built with one-seventh the shining time of the Atama Crystal, and the new Wind Chasing Sword in Dick’s hand is also one-seventh of the Atama Crystal. Shield of the Naaru. In a sense, this sword and Ashbringer are really sister swords.

"You should give it a new name."

Ignis stood behind Dick, looking at the obedient sword. His narrowed eyes were full of pride. He turned around and began to smelt the source mass ingot Dick gave him, preparing to put Put that group of storm essence into another sword.

Dick's fingers twitched gently on the hilt, feeling the neighing from the inside of the long sword.

"Holy Light...I think it should be called the Blade of Holy Light, but forget it, order it."

The Paladin's arm forcefully drew the long sword lingering in the golden thunder light from the ground, and carried the long sword that had become several times heavier behind him.

"It's called Order, so be it... I'm going to see other battlefields, Ignis, protect yourself!"

"Don't worry, Great Guardian, no one here can hurt me except Yogg-Saron. After I finish what I have at hand, I will go to the front to help."

"Ok."

Dick nodded, and the figure disappeared suddenly, and the golden thunder light was jumping in the air. Ignis looked at the figure who was going away, and again picked up a forging hammer from the weapon rack next to him, shaking his head and muttering in a low voice.

"Ah...chaos, tens of thousands of years of chaos, **** choppy."

On the other hand, in Ulduar’s test site, the large garbage dump left by the guardian Mimiron. According to Ignis, this was not the case before. In the days when the guardians were not mad, Mi Milron would carry out some dangerous but absolutely controllable experiments here, and after he went crazy, the experiments carried out here became much more dangerous.

This resulted in shocking explosion marks everywhere here, as well as some completely destroyed mechanical artifacts that could not see the original appearance.

Of course, it’s not too messy, because there is a cleaner here, it will use conventional methods to sort and disassemble the garbage, but when it encounters a threat, it will also use another more "violent" dismantling. Solution method.

"XT002 is very angry...Take you apart! Break you apart!"

The sharp sound of metal synthesis is constantly resounding in this garbage dump. Every time it is accompanied by a burning missile or an all-metal punch. This giant robot responsible for dismantling debris is definitely over 20 meters. Its structure is full of Titan style, with golden and blue sparks constantly jumping back and forth on its body, where it was slashed by Heimdall's epee.

Its head does not have eyes in the traditional sense, but three constantly shining Titan energy troughs. Is it still throwing out hot rays? At the top of the head, a bounce of blue light lingers on the top of the head, which looks like It looks like a mechanical crown. Obviously, this giant robot, like the flame behemoth before it, has a self-thinking soul. This kind of high-level goods can only come from one person, the high-level guardian, Mimiron.

The huge hands of this robot can be transformed into various weapons at will. Missile launching nests, metal punches, and even cutting light. It is a mess of high technology. Its arms are not connected to the body through substantial metal connections. It is fixed together with some kind of more advanced energy field.

And with every attack of it, hundreds of vents on its body will burst out of white steam, full of punk style.

Opposite it, Heimdall has shown the guardian's fighting form. The 15-meter-high heroic body, with the storm sword in his hand, will crack the ground every time it slashes, and will continue to use various methods in front of him. The attacking robot smashed back, or even smashed to the ground.

But the only thing that prevented him from winning was... Mimiron's crazy mind made this guy too hard!

Hardness in the true sense, even the sword blade impregnated with golden anger can only leave a scratch on its shell and cannot be cut. This guy must have used a lot of precious materials in Ulduar, otherwise It is impossible to achieve such a level of hardness!

"What a headache!"

Heimdall gritted his teeth and kicked the rushing XT-002 away.

"For Odin!"

The golden anger quickly armed the gatekeeper's body and weapons. Under the entanglement of the golden anger, the long sword in his hand became sharper. After Heimdall rounded up, he slashed the blade towards it. Head, but the disassembler did not evade, clenched both hands, and rushed towards Heimdall again, the rising steam filled the sky behind the disassembler, and there was the harsh, piercing sound.

"Protect the Guardian! XT-002 is fearless!"

"Kang Kang"

With two loud noises, the robot was knocked to the ground, but under the impact of its heavy punch, Heimdall was also knocked back several steps.

The attack of the heroic spirit was still deadly, and that sword cut a crack in the neck of the dismantler, and perhaps another sword could completely destroy it.

Heimdall moved his hands that were numb, and when he was about to do so, a golden flash of thunder jumped into the garbage dump. In mid-air, Dick waved his left hand, and the sun spear shot out accurately from his hand. , Blasted a trench out of the ground under the feet of the disassembler who had just gotten up, causing the giant robot that was gathering strength to stand unstable, and fell to the ground again.

"Hey, good job! Cut it to death with this blow!"

The heroic spirit shouted, and rushed up with the long sword, but the next moment, the disassembler XT-002, who was still fighting back just now, stopped all the attacks strangely at this moment, the harsh metal sound, It also became gloomy.

"Didi...Detected access to more advanced permissions...The disassembler enters standby mode, welcome your return, dear Great Guardian! Survivor code: XT-002, permission is being confirmed...Please confirm you To get the final news of High-Order Guardian Mimiron!"

Dick, who had just gathered another sun spear in the air, changed his face, and the spear in his hand quickly turned around and slammed into the heroic gatekeeper who was about to cut off the sword.

"Keep someone under the knife! Heimdall!"