Shadow Trails in Azeroth

Chapter 250 69. You must first calculate the refresh time, match wits and courage with others, and also have good luck. Only then can it be possible.

"Let's do it."

On the side peak of Black Rock Mountain.

Orgrim Doomhammer's exhausted soul sat cross-legged on the mountaintop.

He stroked the head of the black wolf lying next to him and looked at the blue Green Angels on the battlefield below, leading the souls of the dead to the world of the dead.

He knew that as long as he broke through the pirates around him, he would be taken to a better place by these angels.

There he will fight to his heart's content, rage to his heart's content, and conquer to his heart's content until eternity.

But he was too tired.

He didn't want to travel any further.

When he failed in front of Lothar, the moment he died, his journey had reached its end.

"say something."

Behind Orgrim, Black raised the flaming blade Sanxu like an executioner. He said to Orgrim in front of him:

"Tell me your last words and I will pass them on to those who want to hear them."

"I have nothing to say."

The warchief closed his eyes. This brave orc was the last to die in the old time and the first to die in the new future, but he did not feel honored by it.

He said:

"I don't want my story to be remembered. The moment I threw away my glory, I was no longer a pure orc.

I failed my world.

I poisoned another world.

I couldn't save my best friend.

I killed my own brother with my own hands.

I do evil things to good people with good intentions.

I allow evil men to pollute the souls of my people.

I didn't save anyone.

I didn't accomplish anything.

people like me

Going to hell is a mercy.

But if I really have any last words for you, it would be

Remember, pirate, I exchanged my own death for another person's life! No matter what kind of future you have planned for this world, he must live!

I hope he becomes a hero and a great man.

I hope he can finish what I have left unfinished and save my world and my people.

But if he doesn't want to, if he can't, if he doesn't do anything.

There is no regret in that.

He owes the world nothing.

The sins we have committed will be paid for by us.

Let's do it. "

Orgrim's soul took a deep breath. The moment the pirate behind him raised the flaming blade, he turned to the warg Frostpaw who was licking his fingers and said:

"This time, let me explore the way for you, Frostclaw. Protect him for me."

"Ouch"

Amidst the wails of the ghost wargs, the pirates threw up the recovered white gryphon feathers, and slashed them down with a sharp sword in the next moment, unleashing the power of the spirit hunter with the sharp blade.

The moment it cut through Orgrim's soul, the soul collapsed together with the hanging white feather.

As the scorching heat flowed into his arms, the pirate extracted the full heart energy and threw it into the warlock class. He was not even in the mood to watch the beating of the number.

Nothing to see.

The entry of such a legendary soul can definitely push the warlock class to level 30, and then it is time to prepare for the warlock's shadow trial.

The sun shone down, and in front of the pirate holding the knife, where Orgrim Doomhammer was, there was only a ball of black ashes, and a black ghost wolf squatting there, looking up to the sky and howling.

This is a deep sorrow for the death of the master.

The white feathers cut by the sharp blade flew and fell into the ashes exuding sadness. Blake squatted down, stretched out his hand, and grabbed a small ball of the cold ashes.

Then he loosened his fingers and let the wind blow the ashes on his fingertips to scatter.

He knows what it is.

This is death.

It is the last sorrow left in the world after a soul is destroyed by violence. Not all souls can produce this thing. Only those souls that are full of anima will experience death.

It is a crafting material.

But unfortunately, how to use Death is a secret technique of the evil people in the Shadow Realm. It is not passed down to the world of the living. Even the omniscient Black has no idea how to use it.

"Ouch!"

Seeing that the pirates were about to put away the last remnants of Orgrim, the ferocious ghost wolf Frostclaw tried to bite Black's finger, but the pirates were not afraid of it at all.

The strength of his soul is much stronger than that of the newly born ghost wolf.

"Hey, Orgrim left you here to protect Thrall."

Blake held the knife and said:

"If you dare to bite me, you won't have a chance to protect that green-skinned boy. In your current situation, there's no point in going to Thrall's side.

I have to help you get the Doomhammer.

Why don't we discuss it? You serve me and I will protect him. You have just seen how powerful I am. If you don't agree, I will order my assassins to assassinate him now.

I am a master assassin, and I have a lot of resources at my disposal. "

He said to the ghost wolf Frostpaw:

"And I am also a ranger after all. Although I haven't learned how to tame animals yet, I always feel like there is something missing if I don't take a pet with me when I go out.

Don't act stupid, don't act like a beast.

I know you understand. "

Frostpaw tilted his head and looked angrily at the despicable pirate in front of him. He wanted to rush forward and bite Black's neck right now, but he couldn't.

It's weak.

The power after death no longer relies on the explosion of flesh and blood.

If no one teaches it, it has no idea what it can do, let alone fight against a pirate with the power of hunting ghosts.

Under Black's coercion, the poor ghost wolf turned his head and glanced at the sorrow left by his master, lowered his head, and let out a mournful whimper, while the pirate laughed like a great villain.

He stretched out his hand and touched the soul body with both claws.

He also mobilized the death power obtained from the Soul Stealer from the character card and "threw" it on the ghost wolf in front of him. The black light spots sprinkled on the soul body, making Frost Claw stand between reality and reality. The body quickly solidified.

It's like having a body again.

But I still can't get rid of that ghostly illusion.

"I ask you, will you be my pet? Will you serve me the same way you served Orgrim?"

Blake asked seriously.

Frostclaw felt the stronger body. It stared into Black's eyes, seeming to emphasize to him that the pirate should not forget the last agreement between him and Orgrim.

Finally, it lowered its proud head in front of Blake.

The character card in front of the pirate changed rapidly. There was another pet column on the first page, which was placed under the ranger skill column. Click the fold to see the pet information:

Name: Frostclaw

Status: Ghost body. Anima is weak.

Loyalty: Resistance

Mood: depressed

Level: Level 60 Beast/Level 1 Soul Beast

Skill:

Soul Hunting, Cunning Heart, Lightning Reflex, Ghost Walk, Soul Shock, Soul Devouring, Howl of Terror

"Hunter's pet is indeed more advanced than the warlock's tool demon."

The pirate grinned, stroked the soul mane of Frostclaw, who was still untamed, and said with a smile:

"You actually have hidden professions and mood and happiness data. The warlock's demon pet doesn't have that. It's amazing. As expected, Hunter is the best in the world.

Okay, don't feel bad.

Orgrim's death was also a relief for him.

Oh, don't bite me, I'm not cursing him.

You have to know that the original way he died was very miserable. I at least gave him some dignity. "

Blake stood up, took out the hurricane hunting bow from the magic bag, put a snake man quiver behind his back, and waved the bow in his hand in a decent manner.

Just like when a hunter summons a pet, he blew a loud whistle and said to Frostpaw next to him:

"Let's go around, find some prey for you to replenish your body, and feed you more souls. Then you will be happy, right? It's really easy to feed you."

As he spoke, he took Frostclaw along the way down the side peak and rushed towards the battlefield.

The pirate looked at Frostclaw, who was running after him. Although the beast was still in a state of being difficult to tame, the feeling of being hunted by a wild beast was really good.

Nathanos was right.

Every hunter should not be alone, every hunter should have his own beast companion.

They are the best pioneers in war and the best companions in loneliness.

As for his method of taming Frostclaw, it was definitely not a normal animal taming technique, but the pirate didn't care anymore, since he was a hunter with a baby now anyway.

No matter how you got it.

Let's enjoy the thrill of hunting with animals first.

Oh, right.

Don't forget to release Old Bonechewer. This eagle can increase vision.

Look at yourself now, you have a flying eagle, a lackey, and a pig missing. Isn't this a replica of "Batman" in Azeroth?

Well, speaking of Batman.

We are all people walking in the shadows. Do we need some style of our own? ——

"Let's go! Let's go!"

At this time, on the battlefield of the Burning Plains, Nathanos was retreating in embarrassment, carrying a compatriot on his back.

He and his ranger team had just suffered a despicable ambush. Those damn greenskins deliberately left seriously injured Alliance soldiers on the side of the road to lure them into taking the bait.

As the ranger team approached, a group of Bleeding Ring Orcs wielding hunting clubs suddenly rushed out and massacred them.

The Elf Ranger is not that easy to deal with.

But this time, they were in chaos and at a numerical disadvantage. They could not find any support at all, and were defeated by the blood ring hunters who were several times their own number.

Who would have thought that when the tribe was defeated, there would be orcs who would dare to ambush the Alliance army?

"Put me down, you can't go far with me."

The female elf being carried by Nathanos was seriously injured. The enchanted armor on her body was torn apart by the blood ring hunters with hunting sticks. The worst thing was that the female elf was hit by a poisonous arrow.

An arrow that was obviously poisoned was stuck in her back, piercing the plate armor and piercing the flesh, making her cheeks extremely pale.

But it stands to reason that if you were poisoned by the blood ring orcs, you should have been poisoned to death long ago.

But the female elf is still holding on. Although she is weak, it seems that she can still hold on for a while.

"He's chasing me. He's coming soon. Let me go."

The female elf was touched that the human ranger helped her, but she did not want to implicate this warrior. The powerful stalker behind her was obviously chasing her.

I also blame myself for being too high-profile.

"Shut up! Finna Golden Sword!"

Nathanos was running with her on his back, throwing traps at his feet with deft hands and feet. It could be seen that he was not running away in a hurry, but was trying to lure the pursuer behind him into a trap.

"You! How do you know my name?"

Fenna, who was seriously injured, was stunned for a moment, and she asked:

"Why do so many people know my name recently?"

"Of course I know. You are Black's sister, a rare warrior among the elves. You are so recognizable. I didn't expect that I would encounter you while chasing a group of orcs."

Maris whistled, summoned his loyal hound Desolation, and then gave an order to the fierce Gilnean royal hound:

"Desolate, go! Find allies! There are our people nearby. Bring someone to help. There is a big guy behind us!"

"Woof, woof"

The loyal Huangwu immediately accepted the order and did not fight back to fight with the powerful opponent. Instead, he quickly ran in the direction indicated by his master with all four paws.

A qualified pet always knows what to do to best help its owner.

"Are you Black Shaw's friend?"

When Fenna heard Nathanos's answer, she immediately thought of her "illegitimate brother" who she had driven away with a vicious voice a few days ago, and she felt a surge of guilt in her weakness.

She pushed hard, pushing out Nathanos who was carrying her.

He pulled out the dagger from his waist, stood there panting, and shouted to Maris:

"Go away quickly! Even though that Orc Legend is old, he is not something we can both deal with. You go find him and tell him that I apologize for the bad relationship last time.

If I survive, I will apologize in person.

Go now! "

"Is now the time to get tough? Bastard!"

When Nathanos saw Fenna not playing her cards according to the routine, he cursed anxiously:

"You Proudmoores are all a bunch of stubborn donkeys who deserve a beating! Come here quickly, Dead Eye is about to catch up. Huh? Wait, what is that?

Am I dazzled? "