Chapter 284: no no no! That's not how the script should have been written!

Chapter 284 No no no! That's not how the script should have been written!

It has been tens of thousands of years since Zakaz was killed by Tyre's self-destruct. Since his consciousness regained consciousness, it has been trying to get rid of the suppression of Tyre's tomb.

It's a pity that the protective barrier built by Azadas and Elonaya relying on the Silver Hand hammer was so strong that it couldn't find a chance to escape.

However, more than 2,000 years ago, a stupid creature of flesh and blood actually broke through the barrier of the tomb and entered it. Zakaz, who was finally out of trouble, was inexplicably excited, waiting to kill these reckless fools and bring darkness to the world again.

However... the script did not go according to its idea. In the end, the brave mortal put a sword on the head of this ancient **** general who had just been resurrected and was very weak, and this artifact actually bound him for thousands of years. Years without any looseness.

This time Zakaz was not anxious. Now that the outer barrier has been broken and Tyr's guards have escaped, it believes that some flesh and blood creatures will enter here one day, and out of curiosity, they will remove the Silver Hand or remove it from his head. Pull out this magic sword.

And now, the day it has been waiting for has finally arrived...

but! However, the plot still did not go according to its calculations. The two flesh-and-blood mortals who came over did not pull out their swords at the first time driven by greed. Instead, the mortal with long flowers bent his bow and took an "arrow" Attack yourself.

"Stupid mortal, give up your ridiculous idea, I am the right hand of the ancient **** Yogg-Saron, your weak strength can't... huh?!"

Zakaz was halfway through his lines, when he suddenly felt a serious sense of crisis from the "arrow" on the bowstring on the opposite side.

"No! Another artifact, or two pieces! Wait, mortal, I can promise you infinite power and endless lifespan, you can't..."

"Boom!"

Charlemagne, already looking mentally retarded, gathered all the power he could use, and shot the Eagle Spear through Thoridar.

This powerful arrow accurately hit Stromkar on Zakaz's head, and the sword that had penetrated through the outer skin and inserted into Zakaz's brain suddenly sank into Zakaz's head under the impact of the huge force. deep in the head.

"Ho! No!"

Deafening screams rang out of the tomb, and the struggle of this Keselaki before his death caused the entire tomb to shake violently.

"Mortal! You will pay the price for your actions, and one day I will come back and offer it to my Lord Yogg-Saron..."

"!"

A large number of compound eyes stared at Charlemagne with hatred eyes, and Zakaz, who was still talking harshly, suddenly stopped, because he saw Charlemagne, who retracted his longbow and spear, took out a strangely shaped scimitar from behind. .

"No! No no no no! This is impossible, why is Xal'atath's claw on your hand, no no no no no!"

Salatas laughed expectantly and happily at this time, and this sound could even be heard by Lothar, the melon-eating crowd who was watching to help Lue.

"Hahaha, very good! As long as I eat you, I can recover a lot of energy that was wasted by that idiot Modgud before. When I see Yogg-Saron in the future, I must thank him for sending me such delicious food." dessert!"

Zakaz realized that he might never have a chance to be resurrected again, so he began to struggle more violently, while screaming pitifully.

"My Lord Yogg-Saron! Please save me, Zakaz sincerely begs for your help! I don't want to die!"

Charlemagne curled his lips. Yogg-Saron is still sealed in Ulduar and cannot come out. Although he has broken away from many restraints, as long as there are guardians, this guy will never want to leave this place completely. prison.

"Bah!"

Charlemagne stuck Xalatas on Zakaz's head under Zakaz's desperate eyes, and Keselaki's hard carapace was pierced like a piece of tofu under the blade of the Dark Empire's sword.

"Ahhhh!"

"Hahahahaha!"

Stern screams and joyful laughter sounded in this tomb at the same time. Charlemagne couldn't help avoiding the civil war of the ancient **** system in front of him, and jumped back to Lothar to watch Zakaz's body gradually emit black light. Xalatas sucked into the blade.

Lothar looked solemnly at Xalatas, who was emitting a dark light, and asked Charlemagne, "Although I heard you mention this weapon made of the claws of the ancient gods, I still feel a little creepy after seeing it with my own eyes...Are you sure? Can you control it?"

Charlemagne looked at the last struggle of Zakaz, who had been sucked out of half of his body, and smiled and said, "Don't worry, Anduin, I have a sense of proportion. Although Xalatas was one of the ancient gods before, he doesn't care about it now." Only small fragments of body and soul remained."

"As long as one's will is firm, one can actually trigger the powerful power in this magic weapon for one's own use when resisting its temptation, but... it may not be easy to find such a firm-minded person."

Speaking, Charlemagne patted Lothar on the shoulder and promised, "I will continue to keep this magic sword until I find a suitable owner, and I won't let it go out at will to harm other people."

Lothar finally breathed a sigh of relief after receiving Charlemagne's solemn promise, "Well, I believe you have your own plans, I just hope you don't capsize in the gutter."

"Dingling~"

While the two were communicating, there was a crisp sound of an iron falling to the ground. Charlemagne and Lothar turned their heads and found that it was Stromka, who had just been driven deep into Zakaz's brain by Duke Theron, falling on the ground. on the ground.

At this time, Xalatas had basically absorbed Zakaz's remnant body, not even his soul, and this tragic general Xelaki had no possibility of resurrection.

Xal'atath, who was suspended in the air, let out a hearty laugh, "Well done, elf boy! I'm starting to like you, and I will continue to follow you until I find a suitable servant. I think there should be many interesting things to come across .”

Charlemagne and Lothar stepped forward to recover the two artifacts at the same time, "That would be great. Although I doubt the integrity of your ancient gods, you should stay with me until you find the master, and you may return to me later." There is a chance to fight C'Thun and Yogg-Saron."

"Okay, okay! I also had a part in devouring those offal. It would be great if I could eat a piece of their meat!"

Not mentioning the conversation between Charlemagne and Miss Ancient God, Lothar picked up Stromkar and showed a very emotional expression, "Is this the sword Stromkar used by the ancestor Thoradin the Great?"

"That's right, but it may have absorbed a lot of dark power after being inserted into Zakaz for a long time. Why don't you try it first, Anduin?"

It is most appropriate to hand over the Excalibur passed down from Emperor Thoradin to Lothar, a descendant of the royal family of the Arathor Empire. Whether he intends to leave it to future generations that do not yet exist or give it to others is his responsibility. have rights.

‘...Speaking of which, Anduin has no heirs at such an age. Could it be that he, Ryan and Medivh were at the beginning? '