Thanks to the monthly ticket of the [glass light] partner, the delivery is a great thank you.

The brilliance that surrounded Rex was even more intense, burning Scott's eyes, burning his soul, and causing his face to distort with excruciating pain. It was a mistake to forget the Light, and his eyes widened into Rex's incandescent eyes.

The Ember Messenger was advancing, and Scott was extremely unwilling.

He roared inside, and a boundless wave stirred up in his mind.

But in his body, there was no force, and that blow made Scott's whole body numb.

Resentment, unwillingness, resentment, and countless negativity are entangled in a myriad of negativity, constantly spreading in Scott's body.

I don't know when, whether he didn't realize that he had grabbed the tomahawk, or if the tomahawk itself jumped into his hand with his will.

He raised the battle axe in his hand high, and the sound of countless soul wails rang out in the noisy night.

The voice was vicious, roaring, chaotic, and a cold and piercing soul power that exuded a chill of the forest burst out from it. The faint blue light had already wrapped the tomahawk in an instant.

At this moment, no matter how dark the night is, the Ember Messenger is no longer alone shining with dazzling light, doing a one-man show.

The other protagonist, at this moment, has already appeared.

He took a sharp breath and poured air into ↙ his lungs, and in an instant, Scott swung his battle axe.

The golden holy light, the dark blue frost, but the two collided together.

Bang!!!!!!!!

After a continuous collision, the tomahawk did not fall to the downwind, and Rex was a must-kill blow. But it has been dissolved by Scotter.

From the ground stand. Scott laughed maniacally.

He looked at Rex. Tears appeared in both eyes, tears of surprise.

He never dreamed that the weapon in his hand would finally explode at this moment, and he successfully opened the weapon, exuding his sharp edge.

Rex watched Scott escape death, but he was not surprised at this moment. Instead, he carefully watched the weapon in Scott's hand.

That tomahawk is no longer as unremarkable as before.

Now the light on the tomahawk will be revealed, and a piercing cold is emanating from it, this is not ordinary freezing, it is a damage to the body, it is a damage to the soul.

The countless resentful spirits that flew around this tomahawk rose and fell, one after another, and there was no repetition at all. They roared unwillingly, trying to break free from the tomahawks. But every roaring conflict is useless.

This situation made these resentful spirits even more resentful in their hearts, and they cursed the tomahawk, cursed Scott, and cursed a qiē.

Ping added the power of the tomahawk, a power that was not weaker than the artifact.

This tomahawk is an artifact.

Looking at the appearance of his battle axe, it gave Rex a sense of familiarity.

Frost Sorrow, this battle axe, gave Rex a similar feeling, and Frost Sorrow, Rex carefully recalled that when he was fighting Arthas, he saw Frost Sorrow.

He found that this battle axe, except for the difference in appearance, and the frost sorrow did not change much, but their power was the same source, and they all belonged to the same kind.

It was filled with the power of the Frozen Throne, and the cold qi that froze a soul's soul was the same.

Soon, in the back of his mind, Rex discovered what Scott's weapon was.

Shadow Sorrow, if Rex's guess is correct, this weapon must be Shadow Sorrow.

This is a weapon of the same origin as Frost Sorrow, both of which belong to the artifact level, and can be called sister weapons.

However, compared to Frost Sorrow, Shadow Sorrow is a little weaker in the end, but despite this, Shadow Sorrow is still at the artifact level.

Gone are the days when Rex relied on the Ashbringer and began to bully Scott.

After Scott received the Shadow Grief, his strength increased greatly.

already has the ability to fight with Rex, but in his heart, Rex still has doubts, because Rex is not ignorant of this Shadow Sorrow, and in Rex's heart, the method of creating this Shadow Sorrow should not be mastered by the undead.

In the message of his mind, it was born of divine and fallen power, binding a thousand undead souls that only the strongest weapon masters of Azeroth could wield.

That's not the point, the point is that when he was designed, he was intended to use him to fight Frost's Sorrow.

In order to create Shadow Sorrow, Shadow Sorrow must be made from an ordinary axe that has been polished to unprecedented perfection, while others believe that Shadow Sorrow should be remade with a weapon that has a great meaning for the world.

To restrain the energy flowing from the cold blades of the axe, Shadowmourn must be polished with vast amounts of unclean Saron iron, the hardened blood of the ancient god Yogsaron that only a master of metal smelting can process.

To increase its lethality, it must also kill the most powerful Scourge minions with unfinished Shadow Grief and devour their souls with the axe.

To cut through the Lich King's armor, Shadowmourn must also be decorated with shards of the Frozen Throne, carved from the spirit ice that Kil'Gardan had taken from the original Void Warp.

It is said that only by combining these powerful elements can the Shadow Sorrow be forged. However, even if the axe is completed, the doubts and fears will not dissipate. The souls of the victims are imprisoned in weapons, processed with blood and the essence of the twisted void.

And these theories, put forward by the people, are to arm the army of the living against the natural disaster. Mograine founded the Ashes Inquisition, a joint organization of the Silver Crusade and the best craftsmen of the Knights of the Black Blade.

However, although a lot has changed in this life, this qiē has not happened yet, it was during the crusade against the Lich King, the events of Northrend, and now the Outlands have not been opened, and the Dark Gate is still standing there quietly.

Say a thousand, say ten thousand, this Shadow Grief should be a weapon secretly designed and built by the Alliance, but now it has come out many years in advance, and it has also become a weapon in the hands of Scott, the undead side.

Rex was puzzled by this.

A thought flashed quickly in his mind.

The battle between the two is continuing.

Scott, who succeeded in activating Shadow Grief, has indeed become smarter, and he is no longer as stupid as he was in battle.

If Rex is a mighty bear, Scott is a tiger, agile, athletic, and fast.

A pair of wings, fanning Scott's back, have been transformed, and Scott, who has become a mongrel, has long since lost his orc characteristics.

His face, except for the fangs, has many demonic organs.

The Ember Bringer and its wielder are powerful and imbued with the power of the Light, but they are not flexible types, nor is Rex's fighting style.

With the help of speed, Scott began to fight with Rex, but for a while Rex did not take Scott, Rex fought, and there was a lot of depression in his heart, because now Scott's table is like the protagonist, just when he can't do it, suddenly the small universe explodes, and then his strength increases greatly.

Scott stepped forward again, this time without any hesitation, but with the excitement of battle. His attacks are watertight, giving the enemy no chance to breathe and adjust their offensive to deliver a powerful blow.

The sorrow of the shadow that fell like raindrops, Rex's method of counterattacking was extremely simple, the Ash Messenger did not have any expenses, he slashed straight in the front air, this sword, simple, full of infinite power.

He struck Shadow Sorrow, a force that knocked Shadow Sorrow down.

The Ember Bringer cut through his armor, the dented armor, and this time it was no longer defended,

Although the defense of the epic equipment is strong, he can't prevent it once, and he can also prevent it a second time, after all, the ash messenger is an artifact, and the level is even higher than the epic equipment.

Scott snorted and took a few steps back, blood gushing from the wound.

He let out a beastly cry and wanted to escape, but the Ash Bringer followed, and an arm, directly severed, fell heavily to the ground, blood erupted, splashing everywhere, and then another sword, which dented Scott's breastplate, and again, the blade of the sword directly split the armor, tearing flesh and blood, blood flowed out of his mouth, wetting his beard, but on his face, showing a thick hatred.

Looking at Scott, Rex's eyes were cold, and he spoke; "You modified bastard, your blood is still red,"

Scott was half-kneeling on the ground, his eyes showing a look of annoyance, this sentence deeply stimulated him.

"Go to hell," Rex moved in his hand, not stopping, and slashed another sword at Scott.

The sharp ash messenger was cut into Scott's body, half of his body was cut off directly by Rex.

"Let's go," a few black shadows pounced, but they quickly pounced, they were wearing chain mail, and their whole bodies were wrapped in armor.

Riding a mount and rushing quickly, this is the Death Knight.

A death knight, reaching out and grabbing it, the grip of death, claws appeared out of thin air, grabbing the remnants of Scott's body one by one.

A sword, a slash.

But the claw was cut off, but the other claw that appeared immediately grabbed Scott.

slashed three in a row, but it was the last one who succeeded in capturing Scott,

Miserable with only half of his body left, holding the sad Scott of Shadow in one hand, he opened his leaky mouth and roared loudly at Rex; "I'll be back." (To be continued......)