Azeroth Shadow Trail

Chapter 10 9. Invitation to Hell

"Pa-ta, pa-ta"

Running on the beach with wet feet, Bu Laike was still wearing the camouflage of seaweed, and the little murloc was hiding in his arms, croaking in terror.

Behind him, three ferocious naga rushed out of the water, swaying their tails and chasing after him with roars.

Those guys carried heavy war halberds in their hands, each one a circle larger than Bu Laike, the bodyguard of the big Naga Tide Prince.

After the big naga was killed by Bu Laike's sneak attack, they have been chasing the rib man.

Obviously to avenge the leader.

Bu Laike swung a few away with stealth, but was spotted by three male naga behind him while escaping the water, and the chase started.

Under normal circumstances, Bu Laike is certainly no match for the three naga whose brute force is not inferior to the orcs.

But he now has a "secret weapon."

"hurry up!"

Bu Laike held the unremarkable Tidal Charm in his hand, stared at the equipment bar of the character card, and chanted while running.

He stared at the entry of the tidal spell, the "cooling down" prompt has not been good.

But counting the time, it should be soon.

"wrlgmmglglgm!!"

The little murloc in his arms was restless, probably sensing the murderous intent of the Naga behind him, the little guy clenched his paws and let out a shrill scream.

Seems to be encouraging Bo Laike to go back and kill the pursuers.

Of course, the rib man was not impulsive to that extent, but his left hand was already grasping Werther's leg at his waist.

"Hmph, as long as my "little artifact" cools down, your doomsday will come!"

Bu Laike thought so in his heart.

Still urging, it seems that this can make the cooling time of magic items faster.

A few seconds later, the fastest Naga was less than ten meters away from Bu Laike, and the guy had already raised the halberd in his hand and made a throwing motion.

At this distance, with the brute force of the male Naga, as long as the halberd thrown hits, Bu Laike will be nailed to death.

"swish"

A ray of light flashed across the Tidal Charm.

The running rib man braked suddenly, his body swayed, and with the kinetic energy of the rush, he rushed back in the opposite direction, making the three Naga behind him stunned for a moment.

This is death?

"Roar"

The three-headed naga roared, and vicious lights shone from their snake-like eyes. They raised their weapons and wanted to kill this despicable sneak attacking rib man and avenge Prince Nazjak!

But Laike, who was rushing back in the opposite direction, also had the same thought in his heart.

He wanted to kill the three Nagas in front of him to verify the power of the "little artifact" he had just obtained.

near.

approached.

The estimated distance is definitely enough for 30 yards.

Bu Laike held the tide spell in his right hand, lifted White's leg with his left hand, and activated the magic spell at the moment when the Naga's war halberd was chopped down in front of him.

"boom"

At this moment, there was a loud sound of the tide hitting the shore, and a magic power exploded from the palm of the hand, like a roaring tide roaring towards the side.

The three-headed Naga next to him seemed to be hit on the head by an invisible heavy punch, and at the same time shook his body, as if he was drunk, and became crooked.

The chopped halberd also became limp, and was easily dodged by Bu Laike.

"boom"

White's leg hit the nearest Naga's eyes fiercely, and at the same time as the blood burst out, Bu Laike drew out the dagger at his waist, jumped up, stabbed straight, and the blade pierced through Naga's eyes into his brain.

Another twist of Bo Laike's wrist, messing with his small brain.

The two weapons were pulled out in an instant, and the left and right hands were raised at the same time, launching a brutal attack on the third Naga. Three seconds later, the last Naga woke up.

I saw Bu Laike's right fist clenched and zoomed in quickly before its eyes.

"boom"

The heavy punch hit the soft, scaly forehead, and Naga, who had just woken up, was beaten again.

Kul Tiran stunt!

Tidal Fist!

One punch will blow your head off!

This powerful and heavy punch made the huge Naga take a step back, followed by a skull-crushing blow from White's leg, and a crazy piercing of the heart with the poisonous dagger.

"boom"

The last male naga fell down on the beach with unreconciled anger, was kicked by Bu Laike again, and turned over like a dead snake.

"Good stuff."

Bo Laike, who won with one against three and without injury, had undisguised joy shining in his eyes.

He stroked the charm in his hand. To be honest, it was a bit inconspicuous. It was just a white round stone, a bit like a pebble, but very smooth.

There is also a blue rune engraved on the surface.

Much like the color of the sea.

Its quality is not high, just excellent quality, without any attribute entries, it looks a bit useless, but the only magic that comes with it makes it reborn.

Bu Laike doesn't quite understand whether tidal shock is the orthodox magic of mages.

But he had experienced the powerful effects of this magic firsthand.

It is exactly the same as the spell he used in the game. This spell can ignore the level under any circumstances, and make everyone around him compulsively stunned for three seconds. The chance of being exempt is very small.

Therefore, it is called "PK artifact" by players from all walks of life.

The eyes of noble players are quite high. This unattractive tidal charm was once fired at a very high price, and even gave birth to a group of second-class dealers who were dedicated to guarding it.

The reason why Laike has a deep memory of this thing is because he was one of those second-hand dealers.

"However, what does this 'broken' mean?"

Bu Laike rubbed his chin, looking at the status attached to the entry of the tide spell in the equipment column of the character card, the broken word, which made him very concerned and very curious.

"Actually, if you think about it carefully, it is logically impossible for an accessory of excellent quality to have such a powerful effect. Could it be that this little artifact can still be repaired?"

He thought:

"Maybe in the future, I have to find someone who knows magic to help me. Well, speaking of magic, who else is more suitable than Drake's little sister Jaina?

This is my family with absolute confidence! "

Bu Laike laughed, hung the Tidal Charm around his neck, and put it close to his body. When this thing was placed close to his body, he could feel a weak force being drawn from the surrounding water.

Probably the spell is absorbing magic power on its own.

Bu Laike remembered that the cooling time of this thing was fifteen minutes, very good, now he has a "Noble Escape Phantasm" that can be used once every fifteen minutes.

"You can try to hunt the elite orcs."

A bold idea emerged in the thief's mind.

He couldn't help rubbing his hands together, feeling a sense of emotion in his heart, three seconds of forced unconsciousness, with his current skills, killing an elite orc was easy.

"Can you absorb souls?"

Just when Bu Laike squatted down to search for the things carried by the three-headed Naga, a deep and muddy voice suddenly sounded behind him.

Scared the Rib Man.

The whole person jumped up, and White's leg, which had drank Naga's blood, had been drawn in the palm of his hand.

On the beach behind him, there were more people silently.

He looks like an old man, but he is tall, at least three meters tall! Like a half-titan, he is clad in a heavy crimson robe with a gray hood.

I couldn't see the face at all, only the pale beard.

There was a pale horse lantern hanging around the man's waist, very similar to the kind used by knights in the Middle Ages. The lamp was still lit in broad daylight, but the pale light probably could hardly illuminate the darkness.

It can only bring more unknowns.

Bu Laike noticed that when this mysterious guy appeared, there was a fog on the beach, much like the water vapor scattered on the sea in the early morning.

But how to say, more gloomy.

It seemed that something dangerous in the fog was about to rush out.

Behind Bu Laike, the little murloc Bump Erba, who was kicking the Naga corpse with his legs, was also startled by this sudden appearance. It croaked and hid behind Bu Laike's calf.

He poked his head out, blinked his big eyes, trembling, and looked at the half-titan in front of him in horror.

"Can you absorb souls?"

Seeing that Bu Laike didn't answer, the man asked again. His voice was strange, like muttering, coming from his throat, his tone was dry and hoarse, definitely not the sound that a living person would make.

"You are"

Bu Laike holds the weapon and doesn't sweat in undead form.

But he felt a long-lost tension.

He looked up and down the three-meter-high semi-titan in front of him, with suspicious eyes, he always felt that the guy in front of him was very familiar, as if he had seen it somewhere.

Especially the black horse lantern on his waist

The ominous pale light emanating from it seems to be.

"The abyss of Hell?"

Bu Laike asked rhetorically.

This actually made the gray eyes under the mysterious man's hood twitch, and he began to re-look at the weak human being who was clearly entangled in some kind of curse.

After a few seconds, he nodded and said:

"I do come from the abyss of Hell. Here I lead the souls of the dead to the Kingdom of Shadows. Tell me, mortal, how did you do it? Can you use a mortal body to absorb souls?"

"this."

Bu Laike glanced at the corpse of the three-headed Naga next to him, and he probably guessed what the soul-introducer of the Hell Queen in front of him meant by "sucking souls".

But Laike wouldn't use such an evil term.

He would only say that he gained valuable "experience" after killing the enemy.

"Probably a talent."

He answered vaguely, in order to show his goodwill, he put the weapon back into his waist, since he couldn't beat it anyway, so it's better to behave in a more elegant manner.

He spread his hands to the soul-inducing person in front of him, and said:

"There will always be many different types in this world. For example, I know that there is a mage in Dalaran who is plagued by bad luck. Wherever he goes, disasters will erupt there.

But he himself was very lucky, and he would not be injured if all his teammates died.

For another example, I also know that there is a powerful mage in the far southern border, who has been possessed by demons since he was a child, and playing with the soul is just a child's play for him.

Besides, such things as absorbing souls are already very common in this era, and you can do it with just any orc warlock, so you shouldn't be so surprised, right? "

"indeed."

The soul elicitor in front of him nodded in agreement, and said with a trace of dissatisfaction:

"Since the orcs invaded Azeroth, the souls that should have been harvested in Hell have been decreasing. Those nasty warlocks who draw souls at will, use 'currency' that never belonged to them, and trade with demons.

They disturb the precious balance of life and death.

They will be punished eventually. "

After speaking, he paused, looked at Bo Laike again, and said:

"But it's curious that someone who came back from the dead, someone who wasn't a warlock, could do this. You should have been aboard my Naglfar the moment you died.

Fly directly to Hell with me and become a mist warrior under the command of Queen Hela.

But I have not seen you in recent wars.

Those souls who died under the sea of ​​Khaz Modan kept calling your name. Even after death, they still longed for their noble prince to rule them.

You have escaped the invitation to die."

The soul-leader's left hand was placed on the pale lamp at his waist.

The mist thickened behind him, and in that grunting voice again:

"This is impolite behavior, so I came here to pick you up."

"Prince Drake Proudmoore, dead man, come with me, the hell under Hoswald's shadow, the honorable Queen Hela, is waiting for your distinguished guest."

(end of this chapter)