Shadow Trails in Azeroth

"Tear it apart"

Black tore a page from the Nagfar ship ticket book that had not been used for a long time and stuffed it into the hands of the weak Narmus. He said:

"Write your name. There is one less stinky hunter on my boat. I think you are good."

"No need."

Narmus Gaoling, who was holding the Eagle Spear, shook his head weakly. He felt the call of his soul's destination from the ticket in front of him. He knew that as long as he wrote his name, he could end this lonely soul wilderness. The life of a ghost.

But he chose to refuse.

He stroked the dim eagle claw in his hand and said with a smile:

"This is enough. I can only enter the Underworld after death. Together with you and Heya, I killed Gaum and the Hela warriors and turned the Underworld upside down. This is enough for me to become a legend in the High Mountains.

This is the best ending I can think of.

I'm tired.

It's time for me to return to the ranks of my ancestors. "

"Wow, you Kaoling cattle are really good at boasting. If I hadn't killed Gaom with my own hands, I would have almost believed it."

The stinky pirate joked:

“I thought that the skill of bragging was unique to your Soul Walker Black Horn, but I didn’t expect you all knew it.

Huon Highmountain did indeed fight well in the War of the Ancients, but you descendants are so hyped that he can defeat the Burning Legion alone. "

"Where is this bragging?"

Narmus shrugged and said:

"This is just an artistic exaggeration. This is a matter of literature and art. A stinky pirate like you won't understand."

"Seriously."

The pirate laughed, his tone became serious, and he said:

"The Shadow Realm is not as beautiful as you think. Their judgment of good and evil is very strange. You may not be able to go to Ardenweald to meet Hun. Because of your complicated past, you may also be assigned to the Ascension Bastion. Or Revendreth goes.

You don't have to know what these names mean, you just need to know that it's not a good thing.

Or go to my boat.

Or you have to."

"It doesn't matter. I deserve all of this, good or bad. I'm not even afraid of death anymore. I'm still afraid of these?"

Narmus couldn't hold it up any longer and sat down on the ground.

He looked at the eagle's talons stuck on the ground in front of him and said to Blake:

"Before I leave, I have one last thing to ask you."

"Shua"

The ridiculously large soul stone that bound the soul of Gaum was thrown to Narmus. Black said without looking back:

"Do your own thing. It was you who ruined the glory of Eagle Claw. Now it's up to you to make up for it with your own hands. This is your fate. Don't even think about entrusting your own affairs to me.

Do it quickly.

Didn't you see a big monster coming out of the ground? "

Black scolded, making Narmus Gaoling curl his lips.

This stinking pirate really had the nerve to say that he was the one who destroyed the inherited sacred objects of the High Mountains. He took a look at the eternal battlefield wrapped in mist, and it was indeed as Black said.

A vaguely huge thing was already crawling out of the crack.

The entire hell ground was shaking. Instead of taking the opportunity to attack, the Helagars ran around in panic. Obviously, these Helagar servants were also afraid of the monster that was about to appear.

Kaoling cattle no longer hesitated.

He grabbed the eagle's claw and stabbed it into the soul stone at his feet. Gaum's roar lingered on the war spear, and the animal power of a death demigod was reabsorbed by the hungry war spear.

In the hands of Narmus, it is changing into new forms.

But this has nothing to do with stinky pirates.

He was currently half-kneeling there, surrounded by his three-headed war beasts, checking Cang Qiong's injuries.

very bad.

Really bad.

The vicious blow from Gaum's helmet broke Cang Qiong's spine, and most of the bones in its body were shattered, making it unable to move at all. Moreover, due to the serious injury, its soul was being pulled by the death breath of Hades.

There was only one breath left to hang on to.

Not even the pirate's call from the heart of the beast could wake it up.

"This bird is going to die. You need to think of a solution quickly, you stinky pirate. I'm so worried when I see you here."

Frostpaw urged, jumping up and down beside Blake.

It was its self-proclaimed name that made Blake want to slap it twice. Will it speak? I thought this stinky wolf was very disobedient before, but now that I can understand its words, I feel it is even more annoying.

How did Orgrim endure it?

"Me too."

The scarred Dajiao squatted beside Blake and said something angrily.

you.

Can't you say something else?

It's the same sentence over and over again. Frostclaw can read people's minds when they are together, right? Say what you want to say every time? And what's the matter with your self-proclaimed name?

Do all the bears in Northrend call themselves this?

its not right.

Tur Raging Claw also calls himself "I".

Is your smell of dirt like a Siberian bear?

Ning is Xiong Da?

"The sky needs treatment, maybe you can find De. I mean, those weird elves!"

The black-feathered falcon perched on the pirate's shoulder was also talkative.

Miss Hesali Black Crow relies on Blake to have the heart of a beast and can listen to the beast's heart. She can't tell the identity of her own voice, so she appears to be particularly active.

While tracing the feathers with his beak, he suggested:

"Perhaps you can find the priests."

Hello!

Miss Black Crow, do you want me to remind you? Beasts don't speak in such an organized manner, just look at Frostpaw's unidentifiable speech.

You are so smart that your identity will be discovered by some stinky pirate.

Of course, complaints are complaints, and Blake still has some concerns. He stuffed several healing stones into the mouth of the unconscious Qiang Qiong and said to a group of worried beasts:

"I have an idea that can save Sky, but it must go back to Tol Barad first. Bighorn, carry Sky on your back and leave Hades first. Frostclaw and Swift Shadow will escort Bighorn.

You guys wait for me outside and let Queen Addisiel stabilize the soul of the sky and not leave her body.

I'll go there later. "

"But what if the woman doesn't help?"

Frostpaw howled and said:

"I don't have your eloquence, so I can't convince her. And she's too stupid, so she probably won't be able to understand what I'm saying."

"She'll help."

The stinking pirate waved his hand, hit Frostpaw hard on the head, and cursed:

"Change that damn habit of yours! If you ever let me hear you talk like that again, I'll beat you up. Get out of here."

Blake raised the sky, placed it on the wide back of the big horn, fixed its broken spine with a few ropes and wood, and watched as the three war beasts protected the sky and ran towards the entrance of Hades.

He was worried and complaining at the same time.

What worries me is the situation in the sky, what I complain about is how active the thoughts of these war beasts are, and I don’t know how Rexxar usually talks to his beasts.

That boring gourd temper could probably depress a few of his war beasts to death.

But maybe it’s the other extreme. Although Lexa usually looks like someone with severe social phobia, he might have a lot of fun chatting with the beasts in private.

He shook his head and pushed the thought aside.

Blake stood up and glanced at the Odin battle flag that had taken root on the land of Hades. This thing was attached with divine power. Unless Hela completely destroyed this piece of land, it could not be destroyed.

Such a flag standing here is definitely an extreme mockery of the ghost father Odin to his rebellious daughter Hela. Even saying that he is riding on his face is not enough to describe the seriousness of this humiliation.

With Hela's unstable mentality, once she discovers this thing, she will definitely explode.

"Not bad, I will make a few flags like this in the future."

Blake nodded and looked back at the Supreme Shield Girl who was sitting there resting. This guy was so big that he was as tall as Blake sitting there.

In front of Heya's eyes, the Valargar war sword left behind after the death of Vigfus Daowind was stuck in the muddy water. However, facing the warrior's artifact, Heya did not reach out to touch it.

"Why not take it?"

Blake took out the wine bottle and drank a sip of wine. After drinking the wine, he recovered one-third of his health bar and the recovery speed was significantly accelerated. It’s not that pirates’ self-healing power is not strong enough.

His health bar is really too long.

The length of the health bar will definitely make a forty-man group descend from the sky despair. This is definitely not a BOSS that can be suppressed by relying on a good T pull, strong milk, and DPS to use heroic pumps.

It's definitely a BOSS with a special mechanism. A team that doesn't know how to fight it will definitely be wiped out in front of the stinky pirates until they cry.

Facing his inquiry, Heya did not show the resistance and indifference she had before. Although she still hated stinky men like Blake, the pirate killed Gaum and proved his strength.

She could not respect the pirate's gender, but she had to respect the strength.

She stared at the two swords in front of her, was silent for a moment, and said angrily:

"I do not deserve."

"Um?"

Blake made a suspicious nasal sound and said:

"You also had a share of the credit for the death of Vigfus Daowind, why don't you deserve it?"

"It was Narmus who killed it, not me. That is the glory that belongs to the heroic tauren, not mine."

Heya's hands clasped the soil at hand, and she gritted her teeth and said:

"All I got was shame. I didn't deserve the title of Supreme Shieldmaiden. I brought shame to my people. I didn't deserve these two weapons. I couldn't convince myself to hold them."

"Weird idea."

Pirates can't understand this kind of over-the-top brain circuit. No matter which race or value is used to judge Heya's today's record, it can be called a brilliant victory.

Just by planting Odin's battle flag on the eternal battlefield with her own hands, she definitely has a place in the Hall of Valor.

But this may be the pride of genius.

They always take other people's end points as their starting point, and impose strict requirements on themselves with harsh standards. Pirates never treat themselves this way.

But the evil of the world was always against him.

If possible, who wouldn't want to defeat Dakar comfortably, get the Eagle Spear, and end the wilderness trial happily?

well.

The stinky pirate sighed sadly.

He walked towards the two war swords in front of him. Heya didn't want them, but Black didn't care. These two swords were just taken back to lure the idiot Fenner into doing something she didn't want to do.

That idiot would definitely give everything he had for these two swords, and he wouldn't even frown.

Blake thought so and reached out to hold two swords.

Before he could check the attribute entries, a deep voice sounded in the pirate's ears, as if someone far away was speaking.

"Put them there."

"Um?"

Blake recognized this deep, commanding voice.

He raised his head and glanced at the dark sky of Hell, and said knowingly:

"Who is speaking?"

"I, Odin, Lord of War."

The voice announced itself and said:

"Don't take my war sword out of Hades, just leave it there. It can be a great 'prize', but it requires brave warriors to fight into Hades. In the face of the evil witch and her crazy servants, Obtain it yourself without any obstruction.

Leave it there.

Black Shaw, I have seen your wonderful battle today. With a mortal body, you have accomplished great things that even the heroes under my command are difficult to accomplish.

Your success is also like a shot in the arm, making the whole Valarjar celebrate with great joy. You have inspired the courage of my warriors, and you have given them the strength to defeat powerful enemies.

This is a great feat, and I want to give you an invitation.

At some point in the future, I will invite you to enter the Hall of Valor."

"I haven't lived enough."

The pirate immediately refused:

“And I’m not a fighter either. Although it was possible for me to embark on this path, I think it would be difficult to become a good fighter with my style of conduct.

So I’m glad I didn’t choose the path of anger. "

"No no no."

Odin corrected:

"It's not the kind of invitation you understand, but a real invitation. A feast belonging to the warriors is about to begin. As a grand event hosted by me, spectators are required to come.

You'd be a perfect fit and I'd put them down! pirate! I said, leave them in Hades! I have my own plans for this! "

"What does your arrangement have to do with me?"

Blake picked up the two holy blades of wrath in the muddy water, waved them in his hands and looked at them. The two weapons were very heavy, and they looked like they were specially forged for warriors and were not suitable for assassins.

The stinky pirate performed a set of Jedi sword skills that were impressive but of zero practicality. He looked up at the sky and said:

"And, is this your attitude when asking for help? When the Titans shaped you, didn't they add a 'courtesy module' to you?"

"you"

Odin was obviously very angry.

But Blake still had fire in his heart. He said:

"Don't think that I don't know what your colleagues want to do by inviting Dai Lin and Fenna to your event. You're not satisfied after watching a father's kindness and a son's filial piety, right? You want to watch another one about a filial daughter respecting her father?

You've had enough.

My family's affairs are not a good show for you. How about I join forces with Hela now and find a way to go to the Hall of Valor and give you a live performance? It also opened the eyes of the heroic spirits. "

"It was just an accident. Power chose them, not me."

Odin was a little embarrassed and couldn't continue his angry scolding. It was originally his fault, so he could only explain:

"Don't worry, bold mortal, I will not deliberately provoke conflicts between them."

After a few seconds of silence, the Lord of War said softly:

"Please put the two swords there, please?"

"It's not impossible."

The pirate snorted, rolled his eyes and said:

"Do me a favor."