Shadow Trails in Azeroth

Chapter 960 56. Look, Ying (Yan) Ling (King) Palace! ——Apologies and more updates【13】

Blake did not take the Bifrost to reach Valhalla.

Because Odin is a hopeless old-fashioned.

He believes that only great warriors are qualified to walk on the Rainbow Bridge. Black, this guy, has nothing to do with a warrior in terms of strength or style of doing things.

So Odin sent his old acquaintance, Queen Edithil, to fetch him.

Because he did not take the "employee channel", Blake arrived at Sky Fortress a little later than the "contestants".

When he was being held by Queen Addisil and looking down from the clouds, the warriors were advancing into the Sky Fortress under the leadership of Heimdall.

There were also some Thundercast Heroic Spirits standing around, probably because there was a "little friction" between this group of mortal warriors who were allowed to enter the Warrior Temple, which led to the Heroic Spirits confiscating their weapons.

To avoid any bloodshed before meeting Odin.

But the heroic spirits obviously underestimated the "passionate blood" of the mortal warriors. At least Blake could clearly see that there were fist marks on Dailin's face, the old orc's disheveled hair, and the traces of claws on Varok's armor.

Muradin was the worst.

A small piece of his precious beard, which he valued as his life, was ripped off.

Apparently, after the weapons were confiscated, the guys took the opportunity to greet each other with fists.

"Tsk, tsk, it's really lively."

Blake, who was parading in the sky, laughed and said:

"Once these bastards are let go, they can beat each other's brains out. I want to see how Odin can get them to work together.

Speaking of which, Her Majesty the Queen, why don’t you see Heya? "

he asked.

Queen Addisil, wearing a half-covered lightning wing helmet, replied casually:

"Heya has already arrived. She is receiving the storm blessing from the rune wizard in the side hall."

"ah?"

Blake's eyes widened and he said:

"Is this such an aboveboard cheating? As expected of one of our own."

"What nonsense!"

The queen used her arms hard to choke the stinky pirate's waist, and she scolded:

“It’s because Heya has no deputy, chooses to fight alone, and represents the Vrykul of Stormheim, so at our request, the Lord of War gave her additional power.

But this is not cheating, because those powers Heya will master sooner or later.

Her actions of leading the shieldmaidens into Hades and planting the flag of courage in Hela's territory have spread throughout Stormheim, and even those shameful Tideskier bastards praised Heya's courage.

She was about to receive her promotion.

However, Heya felt that she could complete this trial in a mortal body, so the wizards gave her the blessing of the storm first, and the shaping of the Valkyr's body had to wait until later. "

"Is there still such a thing?"

Blake rubbed his chin and said:

"Grom Hellscream also came alone. Does he also have extra strength?"

"No, he did not."

Queen Addisil said with a cold face:

"Judging from his previous performance, he doesn't need it. After you left the Rune Grove, the reckless and powerful orc almost cut off the body of the rune tree Vidhar.

He refused the reinforcement from the Lord of War and is now enjoying the battle in the Arena of Valor.

Odin liked him very much. "

"Yes, one warmonger will always look at another warmonger in a different light."

Blake pouted and said:

"Except for the shameful massacres Grom committed in the world of Draenor, he is indeed a model of a warrior, but considering that this guy did not burn, kill, and loot in Azeroth, Odin favors him. Excusable."

"No, the Lord of War is very aware of the blood on the hands of that orc, and he is also very aware of the terrible sins Grom carries. He is the first fallen of a race.

It was difficult for him to find true glory in his life. "

Eddie Hill explained in a low voice:

"Odin feels that he can take on a more important mission. Only after he has completed the reckoning of his sins will he be qualified to truly set foot in the Hall of Valor."

"Well, it seems that our dear Maronos can't escape the headshot after all, but is this an official decision?"

The stinky pirate laughed in a strange tone, and said to Queen Addisiel:

"Take me directly to the war hall. I don't want them to see my appearance. I want to put on makeup first."

"That's a lot to ask for."

The Queen complained, then turned Blake in the air and flew towards the war hall of the Hall of Valor suspended above the clouds.

Below him, the invited warriors were entering the mead hall of Valhalla.

They walked on a wide avenue paved with golden floor tiles.

Every brick under their feet contains sacred power, and on both sides of the walkway, golden braziers burn blue soul fire, which means that this temple is not accessible to ordinary people.

Sir Salorian, who was very literary and artistic, looked at everything in front of him with a sigh. As he walked, he took out his notebook and wrote down the scenery of the Sky Fortress in front of him.

He was amazed by the grand and exquisite golden Valkyrie statues that exuded a sense of triumph.

The main body of the Hall of Valor, which is a religious-style temple composed of flying wings, domes, and sharp blades, allows the Elf Sword Master to experience a magnificent beauty that is different from the ordinary.

Everything here is golden.

It looks like a luxurious temple made of gold, but this golden decoration is not tacky.

In addition, the sky above the fortress was shrouded in a stream of light like burning clouds, making the soldiers feel as if they were walking in a fairy tale.

"I don't have the words to describe it all."

Sir Salorian looked at the words he tried to describe with some disappointment, and said:

"These records cannot restore one ten thousandth of the magnificence I saw with my own eyes. No one will believe such a story. It is difficult for people who have not seen it with their own eyes to imagine that there is such a paradise scenery in this world.

Maybe I should bring Halduron over.

With his talent as an excellent bard, he would be able to write an immortal poem on the spot that would be sung for thousands of years. "

"Hey, here you go!"

Fenna heard the sighs of her people. She curled her lips and took out a dwarf mechanical camera from her pocket, put it into Sir Salorian's hand, and said:

“Photos cannot be altered, so this cannot be fake.

If you pair your words with your photos, no one will dare to say that you are dreaming. Seriously, I think all of us bards should buy a camera and carry it with us.

Times have changed after all. "

"That's right."

Sir Elf smiled heartily and was not polite. He picked up the camera supported by Fenner and started taking pictures.

Although the scenery of the Hall of Valor that fell on the photos always felt a little less immersive, with these photos as evidence, his handwritten diary finally gained credibility.

But the warriors are all a group of reckless and rude guys. Except for Sir Salorian, the other warriors' attention is focused on the huge Thundercast Heroic Spirits.

These guys still maintain their appearance in life, and each of them is like a giant. They have a body of steel made of thunder, and the brilliance of the divine power of war, which makes each of them capable of defeating one against a hundred in the mortal world.

The most exaggerated thing is that every heroic spirit here was carefully selected by Odin over a long period of time. Each of them is a famous hero among the Vrykul people.

Pick one at random, and they all have great achievements of one kind or another.

From this point of view, Odin is really a hopeless "figure king", and now, his "collecting desire" has spread from the Vrykul to all races in Azeroth.

This means that Odin's collection will inevitably experience a big explosion in the future.

Heimdall, who led them, was a member of the real Titan Guardians. He was larger in size, wearing a set of mighty thunder-cast armor, and carrying a storm sword on his back. Every step he took would make the ground shake.

This is a true giant.

He also exudes an inhuman yet majestic sense of power.

Fenna noticed that there was a pale keel horn hanging from Heimdall's waist. She remembered that her bratty brother had introduced it to her. It was the "Galar" horn.

According to the legend of the Vrykul people, when the terrible Ragnarok falls, Heimdall, the gatekeeper of heaven, will sound the Horn of Galar, awakening the warriors of the entire Hall of Valor and all the storm dragons to fight against the destruction of the world. disaster.

The real-life Galar Horn isn't that scary.

But only at important moments will the powerful Heimdall blow it.

"Cross the Mead Hall and step onto the Rainbow Bridge. The Lord of War is waiting for you in the hall. Don't keep him waiting."

Heimdall stood outside the door of the mead hall. He turned around and said something to the warriors, and then disappeared in the brilliance of the runes. This rigid guy would never have fun while at work, and the crowds in the mead hall seemed to be having a banquet?

Dai Lin rubbed her chin and was the first to walk into the hall.

I saw a group of heroic spirits sitting on a long table, eating and drinking. The meat in their hands would never be finished, and the wine in their glasses would never be drained.

They indulged themselves like true warriors, and some were arm-wrestling on the table.

No one paid attention to these mortal warriors.

It's not that they can't see it.

But these arrogant heroic spirits disdain to talk to these warriors who have not yet proven themselves. The Hall of Valor is a warrior temple, and it has its own set of rules.

It's easy to win respect, but it's also hard.

"Your Majesty Dai Lin!"

As Dailin walked through the mead hall, a low call attracted his attention. He looked back and saw a small human hero sitting at the table, raising the horn cup in his hand to him.

That guy also has a thundercast body, but he still maintains a human body shape.

He winked at Dai Lin and said:

"We are all looking forward to you and His Majesty Genn beating up these damn greenskins. His Majesty Thoradin has also blocked his shield. We believe that you will not let us down.

Also, after the trial is over, Emperor Thoradin has something to say to you, and I will take the initiative to find you then. "

Dai Lin was stunned for a moment.

Then he nodded, strode onto the shining rainbow bridge in front of him, turned into a stream of light and rushed towards the war hall suspended in the clouds higher in the mead hall.

Varok Saurfang, who was in the back, looked at the human heroic spirit who was talking to Dai Lin with confusion. He felt that this guy's face was a bit familiar.

"What are you looking at! Greenskin."

The human heroic spirit noticed Varok's gaze, and he said fiercely to the orc warlord:

"Don't you recognize me? Let me remind you, Burning Plains"

"Ah, I remembered you."

Warlord Warlock snorted and said:

"You were the guy who killed several orcs with his teeth. In the end, you challenged me recklessly, and I killed you with an axe."

"Wait until you finish the trial"

The human heroic spirit drank up the mead in the cup. He stroked the battle ax on his waist and said to Varok:

"I want to fight you again!"

"Ten more fights are fine."

The orc shrugged and said:

"I admire warriors and are never afraid of challenges."

After saying that, he and his brother stepped onto the Rainbow Bridge and disappeared into a stream of light.

Fenna stepped forward to look at the human heroic spirit, then looked around, and asked in a low voice:

"Hey, let me ask you something, why are there no elves here?"

"Yes, yes, why are there no dwarf heroes?"

Muradin also came over and asked:

"We dwarves are obviously very powerful too."

"Because the elves and dwarves are not under our control."

The human heroic spirit said helplessly:

"No matter which ethnic group the elves are, as long as they believe in the Moon God, they will return to the kingdom of Elune after death. Those elves who have abandoned the Moon God will go to the Shadow Realm.

As for the dwarves"

He hesitated and said to Muradin:

"I can't reveal too much, but the dwarves also have their own place to go, which is no worse than the Hall of Valor. Don't worry, Prince Muradin. Maybe you will know this secret soon."

The small heroic spirit pointed to the sky and said mysteriously:

"That is the secret of the gods."

"So, do we dwarves really have some kind of sacred mission?"

Muradin asked with his eyes widened.

The human heroic spirit wanted to answer, but was bumped on the arm by the Vrykul next to him. He smiled regretfully and shook his head at Muradin. But it doesn't matter, this action has proved the dwarf's guess.

This cheered up Muradin.

He stepped onto the Rainbow Bridge with joy and turned into a stream of light and disappeared.

The last two tauren did not ask such a question. The tauren all believe in Mother Earth. They are considered shamans. The soul will return to the land of its ancestors and will definitely not come to the Hall of Valor after death.

In the war hall, Odin was sitting in his throne that looked like a burning stream of light. The giant who called himself the King of War looked down at the three distinct groups of people below.

He didn't care about the grudges and hatred between them.

As the guardian of the Titans, his vision has long been set high enough not to be concerned by the mortal world.

These deeply buried hatreds, the past they claim they cannot forget, are not worth mentioning in the face of what is truly important.

"You are the most powerful warriors in Azeroth. You have made great achievements in battle, leaving your stories and creating your legends in this world.

Let me hear something too.

I personally inspect you and invite you personally. I know that my efforts will be duly rewarded, and you will leave your mark in the land of the gods. "

Odin wasted no time, his majestic voice echoed in this golden temple.

He said:

"I called you here to select the strongest warriors in this world and prepare for the coming disaster. But the trial I chose for you is not here.

Hades!

The underworld ruled by the evil sea witch is full of souls who cannot be freed. If you don't save them, they will face a future more terrifying than death.

You will carry my will and lead my army to the real hell.

Challenge Hela in the dark land of dead souls, and win! The final winner will receive the highest praise from Valargar.

However, my heroic spirits are still questioning you.

Each of them has great achievements worthy of praise, and it is not easy to make them willingly accept your commander-in-chief. "

The Lord of War let out a deep laugh and said:

"You must show your strength to the heroic spirits, and you must prove to them that I made the right choice by giving you this opportunity to win supreme glory.

Therefore, before heading to Hades for a decisive battle with Hela, let your roar of power ring through the Hall of Valor. Gatekeeper Heimdall, Guardian Al, you will begin the trial of strength.

Now, get ready to fight! "