Shadow Trails in Azeroth

Chapter 961 57. Lord Odin, you don’t want to have sex for free - apology and more updates [23]

Odin is the most militant among the Titan Guardians, and his character is also a complete warrior. He invited a group of warriors to come to the Hall of Valor, without any small talk, and went straight to the topic.

This crisp and neat style is admirable.

But this commanding tone made Blake Shaw, who was watching, shake his head.

This guy is probably used to being a god and is not down to earth at all, or maybe he is just like that. No wonder Hela can't stand him.

Look, aren’t the soldiers below unable to bear it anymore?

When they saw Odin's two warriors walking into the war hall and getting ready for battle, the warriors suddenly had different expressions. Except for Grom Hellscream, the war madman who looked at the two opponents with interest, everyone else's expressions were a little cold.

"Dear Lord of War, do you want us to perform a gladiatorial contest for you?"

Ulan Gaoling, the chief of the Gaoling clan, said in a dissatisfied tone:

"Perhaps you are looking for gladiators for people to watch and enjoy, rather than a group of warriors who came to prove themselves and bring glory to their race."

"The tauren is right!"

The dwarf prince Muradin also said with a dissatisfied tone:

“Whether your heroic spirits recognize us or not is their business!

Since you invited us here, it means you know our strength. Now we have to fight like monkeys against your warriors to prove ourselves?

No! "

The dwarf put his hands on his hips, blew his beard and stared:

"I don't feel like I need to prove myself to anyone."

"well said."

Dai Lin gave Muradin an appreciative look. He raised his head, looked at the Lord of War, and said:

"I know some of the traditions of the Vrykul. Your families regard fighting with each other as a way to please you, but unfortunately, Your Majesty the Lord of War, we are not Vrykul.

We don’t have that barbaric tradition of proving strength. "

Several orcs were equally unmoved.

The old orc Brox crossed his arms and said in a calm tone:

"We have suffered the humiliation and disaster of being dominated. Now, the orcs will only fight for themselves and their tribe."

"What even the greenskins understand, we elves also understand very well."

Ser Salorian stretched out his hand to calm Fenna beside him, and said in a gentle tone:

"We can fight, but not for some ridiculous proof. If your heroes are unwilling to obey us, we will not force it.

On the way here, I heard about the heroic feats of the shield maidens of the Skod Ahir tribe who entered Hades as mortals.

I think that even if we are not accompanied by heroic spirits, we invited warriors can enter Hades on our own.

Since you claim that this is a test of strength, then I think accomplishing such a great deed with a mortal body may be more in line with the meaning of the test. "

"We're going to hell!"

Fenna spoke up from the side with a look of displeasure:

"It's up to them whether your heroic spirits dare to follow them. It's just hell, so who are you trying to scare? If your heroic spirits are really powerful, why would they come to us?

Who cares about their help? "

These words caused an uproar in the entire war hall. Under Odin's throne, the four heroic spirits transformed into the greatest kings in the history of the Vrykul roared in unison.

They regard the words of these mortal warriors as a blasphemy against Odin's majesty, a challenge to the sacred traditions of the Vrykul!

Too arrogant.

The four kings and heroes grabbed the weapons in their hands and looked at their gods. As long as Odin gave the order, they were willing to punish these arrogant mortals in this sacred hall.

But Odin did not make a statement immediately.

Under his throne, the gatekeeper Heimdall was also exchanging glances with the Valkyrie commander Aiur beside him. Both Odin generals had helplessness in their eyes.

They and Emperor Thoradin had previously advised the King of War not to engage in these ritualistic things.

These warriors come from different civilizations, and their living habits and customs are different. There is no need to test them with the Vrykul.

Now that the content of the trial has been decided, just send them to Hades to start the battle. As for commanding the heroic spirits, Queen Addisil can do it.

She had already commanded the shield maidens to rush into Hades before.

She is very experienced in this area.

It's just that Odin has always been a very "ceremonial" person.

The Lord of War also wants to use this great event today to inspire the Legion of Heroes and all the Vrykul who believe in him. Before going to war with evil, it is very useful to use a hearty battle to boost morale. method.

His arrangement is actually not unreasonable.

But, he chose the wrong person.

“If the people who come here today are a group of greedy adventurers fighting for wealth and reputation, then your arrangement is perfect, and they will definitely be happy to provide you with a ‘gladiation show’.

But today's visitors are all persons of status in their respective ethnic civilizations, and they all have their own dignity as warriors. It is impossible for them to agree to such unreasonable demands.

There is also a slight problem with your words. "

As a spectator, Blake will now wear a mysterious black robe, covering himself from head to tail, and also wearing a bluffing golden magic mask.

The mask was shaped like a golden lion's visor, and it was like purple smoke swirling in the eye sockets, making it impossible to see the eyes clearly.

In a complaining tone, he suggested to the King of War sitting on the throne:

"Based on my experience, if you really want to watch a gladiatorial fight, it's not impossible. These guys talk grandly, but they actually have their own plans in mind.

They all have their own price tag, as long as you can satisfy their desire, let alone let them fight with your warriors, or let them fight each other now. "

"Um?"

Odin leaned on the throne, a smile on his metal face, his beard like burning iron slag swaying, and asked with the voice of the soul:

"Tell me more about it."

"Very simple."

Blake also laughed. He stood on the edge of the second floor of the war hall, hiding in the shadows and looking at the soldiers below.

He said:

"Daelin Proudmoore longed for a way to restore the strength of the Kul Tiran fleet, and Muradin Bronzebeard was a dwarf. They had always been interested in their sacred but forgotten mission.

Genn Greymane came to Valhalla to save his country from the scourge of werewolves, and his lord hoped to return to his life as a human.

Fenna Golden Sword is very pure, what she desires is strength and strength.

But she has the power of Tyr in her body, but she cannot use it well. Salorian Dawnseeker came here for the glory of the elves, and all he needed was a magnificent poem that would sing to the world.

The Saurfang brothers came for the future of the orcs.

They may already know everything that happened in the world of Draenor. They know that their master fell into numbness due to demon blood, and they can give everything for that answer.

The Burning Blade Sword Masters are here to rebuild the legacy of the Burning Blade. They urgently need to wash away the shame of the Burning Blade clan's aid and defeat.

As for the tauren.

They are also very pure. As long as you give Kane Bloodhoof the power to protect his homeland, he will not only kill Hela for you, but will also fight for you to the end of the stars.

The descendants of Huon Highmountain have always been trapped by the glory of their ancestors, and they also hope to create their own legend.

Finally, there's Grom Hellscream.

He is the craziest, he is the most militant, he is the simplest, and he is also the most complex.

If you think he only came to the Hall of Valor to satisfy his desire to fight, then you would be underestimating him.

Chief Zhan Song has many sins in his heart that cannot be forgotten or unsolved.

He knows better than anyone how terrible the crime he committed is. As the first orc chief to drink the blood of demons, he was the leader who led the entire orc civilization into the abyss.

He paralyzed himself with war and sought salvation between life and death.

He is very similar to a gladiator under my command. They are both warriors who have lost their faith and direction. They are like drowning people who have fallen into the water. What they need is not awards or glory.

But a hope of repayment for sins. "

Blake said a lot, including everyone below. He paused and summarized to Odin who was listening attentively:

"This is actually a very simple truth. Your Majesty, if you want people to work for you, you have to give them some benefits, right? I can understand that you want to use a battle to boost morale.

But today's young people really can't accept your tone.

Let's try another way.

Change the words 'glory', 'greatness' and 'glory' in your words to these actual benefits, and I guarantee that each of them will be able to unleash 200% destructive power in the next battle.

Or, Lord Odin, you don’t want to use the power of these warriors for nothing, do you? "

Facing the pirate's question, the King of War was silent for a few seconds. He said:

"Isn't it the best reward for a warrior to become a legend praised by the world, to become a warrior recognized by the King of War, and to return to his hometown with the glory of the Hall of Valor?"

This answer shocked Blake for a moment.

He said quietly:

"You actually really think that? You are such a villain! This is no longer the age of mythology. No one will give up everything for glory or anything like that.

Except for those Paladins whose brains were burned by the Holy Light.

There may be such pure warriors out there, but the people in front of you are clearly not among them. As you can see, they need a reason to fight other than 'justice', otherwise they will just fall apart.

The Shield of Aggramar is indeed very fragrant, but after all, there is only one thing, and everyone has something they desire.

So, as Lord of War, Leader of the Titan Guardians, God of the Vrykul, and Defender of the World, give them a reason to fight.

After all, you have what they want. "

"What about you? Black Shaw."

Odin asked:

"You have tried your best to perfect this trial and help me plan. What do you want from me?"

"When I see Hela being driven back to the Abyss in embarrassment, my journey on the sea will no longer be worry-free. This is the best reward I can get, my majesty."

Blake said sincerely:

"Other than that, everything I want, I'll get it myself."

"You're using me."

Odin said firmly:

"You are taking advantage of this trial of power that I organized, although I don't know what purpose you want to achieve. Do you know my brother, Loken, the King of Wisdom, who betrayed me?

You look a lot like him, Blake.

He used the same tone as you when he persuaded me to make some decisions, letting me see all the advantages but carefully hiding the disadvantages and my own little ideas. "

"Don't compare me to that bastard who cuckolded his brother, surrendered to the ancient gods, and killed his other brother with his own hands, Your Majesty."

Blake said sternly:

"It makes me feel like you're humiliating me."

"Haha, I'm complimenting you, from the bottom of my heart."

Odin let out a deep laugh and said:

"After Loken's betrayal, I have been lacking a capable think tank. Black Shaw, the conqueror of Hela and the breaker of Hell. Your wisdom is so profound. Are you willing to serve me?"

"My charges are very expensive, Your Majesty."

The smelly pirate replied very reservedly:

"I think you may not be able to afford the salary of a think tank like me, unless you are willing to give up the magnificent Valargar Fortress, but this thing is your lifeblood, and I would be embarrassed to rob a lonely old man's last residence.

But I also provide consulting services.

For now, it seems our interests are aligned, so I'll be there to lend my dark wisdom when you need it.

But now, your guests will have to wait impatiently, Your Majesty. "

Odin nodded.

The next moment, in the dead silence of the war hall, the King of War suddenly stood up. He raised his left hand, and the segmented fiery red cloak behind him was raised.

Streams of light flew out from Odin's hands and appeared in front of everyone.

Odin's deep voice echoed in this glorious hall. His one eye made of gemstones scanned the people in front of him and said:

"The decline of the fleet, the mission of the ancestors, the curse of the werewolf, the glory of the elves, the hidden danger of the demon blood, the threat of the barbarians, the shadow of the ancestors, the rise of the clan, as well as the liberation of the soul and the salvation of the soul

My guests, each of you is seriously ill.

You came to the Hall of Valor to join the war I promised, all in order to find what you long for. Maybe I didn't make it clear before, after all, I think these are things that go without saying.

But now, I know what you are thinking.

I will make a commitment to you.

When you return victorious, all the desires in your hearts will be satisfied. If you unfortunately die in battle, you will have a place in the Hall of Valor! "

Having said this, Odin noticed some changes in the expressions of these warriors.

He suddenly changed the topic and said:

“But to send you to Hades, a dangerous place where all the gods frown, I must confirm that you have the strength to stand there.

This is not a forced performance on you, but a kind of.

Well, proper care.

Only by defeating Heimdall and Al can I safely send you to that Jedi place. Therefore, I ask again, using a battle between mortals and heroic spirits as a warm-up for the trial.

Does anyone have any objections? "

Warriors, look at me and I look at you. In the silence, Kane Bloodhoof was the first to take a step. The old cow grabbed the rune war spear and responded loudly:

"For the sake of my people and the future of Bloodhoof, I will fight, Your Majesty!"

Several orcs looked at each other and took out their weapons.

As for Fenner, she looked at the shadow area on the edge of the second floor of the war hall with strange eyes. There was a weird guy standing there, hidden among a bunch of sculptures, looking down condescendingly.

He also wore a strange mask.

No way.

The smelly brother is here too?

Doesn’t the Hall of Valor only allow warriors to come?

Blake noticed Fenner's gaze. He curled his lips, took a step back and blended into the shadows. Before leaving, he raised his hand and gestured to Fenner, meaning:

I will support you secretly, come on!

"Hey, who needs your support!"

Fenna cursed in her mind and angrily pulled out the two knives behind her.

She wants to win!

Even if you lose in the end, you must act upright like a warrior.

Behind-the-scenes operations are the most annoying thing!