"Ember Traces ......"

Looking at this divine sword, Lao Wang's face showed a look of nostalgia.

It is a symbol of the Fire Elemental Lord, representing a portion of the authority of the Fire Elemental Plane, equivalent to the Sirter Skull of Musberheim, but higher in quality and value.

A proper high-level artifact.

After all, the fire elemental plane is the home of Azeroth's fire elemental energy, and it is related to the most potential Titan, which is equivalent to the collection of all the fire elemental energy in the body of a newborn Titan, and it was created by the Titan Guardian himself, so naturally it is not comparable to the wild version of Muspelheim.

Aside from the different colors, the style of this sword is similar to that of Frostmourn, like an enlarged version.

The thick primordial fire continued to burn on the sword's body, and its temperature could be felt from a distance of one meter, and probably no one could bear it.

A sword down—

Whether it's an Asgardian warrior or a frost giant, they will be turned into charcoal in an instant, and then completely shattered, leaving only the traces of the embers left behind by the burning.

This is where the name "Ember Traces" comes from -

Lao Wang guessed.

After all, he didn't ask Ragnaros, and he was killed as soon as they met, without a mouth cannon.

"The Elemental Spirits are better equipped than I do, this thing is ......"

Lao Wang shook his head.

The Ember Trace is a high-level artifact, and the Frost Sorrow is also a very good growth-type mid-level artifact, and his Staff of Mist, Fist of the Heavens, and Friends of the Wanderer are obviously a grade or two behind, and the warrior monk is really the same as the warrior, and has no human rights.

If it weren't for the fact that Layden's Fist was too expensive, he would have exchanged it a long time ago, how could he wait until today?

One grabbed Excalibur and teleported to the Ember Spirit.

"It's yours."

The king handed the Excalibur to the Spirit of Ashes.

The Spirit of Ash holds the Trail of Ember.

The primordial fire from Azeroth flowed down the blade to the Ashen Spirit, and the eternal fire from Muspelheim flowed down the arm to the Ember Scars.

The two flames of different forms and of comparable quality merged into one at this moment, and the momentum of the Ash Spirit climbed together with the flames on its body, and its size grew larger and larger, soon exceeding 20 meters, far surpassing the Flame Giant.

The trail of embers also skyrocketed, exceeding 15 meters in length.

Lao Wang shook his head slightly.

Just because you're big doesn't mean you're strong.

The reason why the size has increased is because the ash spirit is still far from being able to control the power of the ember scar, although it shows the momentum and energy strength of the sub-heavenly father level, but the real strength is still at the level of the earth god, and even the scum like Malekith can't beat it.

This is just the beginning.

If one day, the Ember Spirit returns to its original size, it will be able to master the Ember Scar, and the Ember Scar will be completely integrated with the Eternal Fire, replacing Surter's skull and carrying the authority of Muspelheim.

By that time,

The Spirit of Ashes will be even more powerful than Surter at his peak, and that's the real help.

"It should be possible to continue to improve the potential."

Lao Wang pinched his chin.

Ember Scars replaced not only Sirtr's skull, but also Twilight's Sword -

Surtr's Sword of Law, condensed with elemental flames, is a high-level artifact that destroys Asgard in Ragnarok.

It is fused with the Eternal Fire, which is equivalent to the fusion of the two powers of the two worlds, and if nothing else, the potential of the Ash Spirit is greater than that of the "Fire Elemental Lords" Ragnaros and Surtr, but at most it is at the Odin level.

If you want to go further, you need to add more fire.

A fire.

"Azeroth, help me exchange for the 'Essence of the Fire King'." Lao Wang said.

A few seconds later, a ball of fire appeared in Lao Wang's hand.

It's a magma-scented flame that smells like the Trail of Ember—

It is the elemental essence of Ragnaros, the "Lord of Firedemons", and it is also its elemental core.

The equivalent of the eternal fire of Surtr.

Just by being summoned to Azeroth by the Black Iron Dwarves, Ragnaros raised a mountain peak, forming not only the Blackstone Mountain and the Molten Heart, but also directly affecting the entire Red Ridge Mountains, turning the two lands, one south and one north, into burning lands and scorching canyons, and even the desolate lands and Red Ridge Mountains further afield.

If it is placed on the earth, it is equivalent to completely changing the landscape of half of the United States, and this power is really incredible.

Not to mention Ragnaros, who is in the fire elemental plane, holds the mark of embers in his hand, and can mobilize the power of the entire fire elemental plane.

Not to mention the Flame King who burned his primordial wrath across Azeroth before he was imprisoned by the Titan Guardians and defeated by the Elder Gods.

Surtr, at his peak, even has the ability to destroy a planet with a single sword.

If the power of the two is perfectly fused, what kind of energy reaction will it cause, and what potential will it bring to the Ash Spirit?

"It's yours too."

The old king stepped forward and stuffed the "Essence of the Flame King" into the body of the Ash Spirit.

The two fire elemental energies of the same level quickly fused together, and the body of the Ash Spirit skyrocketed again, rising to 30 meters.

And with the complete integration of the two regiments, it will continue to grow, and it is not impossible to break through 100 meters and kilometers.

But in the end, it has to be smaller, concentrating the fire elemental energy that can be controlled to the extreme.

If that time comes—

Taking it a step further and crossing the line between demigods and gods, it is not without opportunity.

"You can't favor one over the other!"

Lao Wang thought about it, exchanged it again, and two artifacts appeared in front of him.

He picked up the greatsword on his left first.

This is a long-handled giant sword, the sword body from the tip of the sword to the hilt, one cut in half, forming two blades, one long and one short, looks like two faces cut in half by the nose and mouth-

Thunder's Fury: Windchaser's Blessed Sword.

Just by holding this sword tightly, Lao Wang sensed the power of the furious storm in it, which was actually stronger than the Fist of the Heavens, even wilder, and with a bit of elegant and free taste.

What's more –

There is also a demigod-level soul hidden in this sword, a very remarkable wind elemental demigod.

"Sunderland."

With Lao Wang's soft call, a figure condensed by wind and thunder appeared in front of Lao Wang.

"This is ......"

The Prince of Sunderland carefully perceives everything around him.

The howling hot wind and the rich fire elemental energy here made him feel like he was back in the fire elemental plane, and those days when he was imprisoned by Ragnaros were painful and tormenting, but they also helped him temper his spiritual will and resist the invasion of the fire element.

Until he was rescued by a panda man surrounded by a beautiful woman, and then by the wind elements and believers who still followed him, he reforged the wind sword and liberated his soul.

I didn't expect to come here.