Azeroth Shadow Trail

Chapter 137 45. We are all Akunda! ! ! 【715】

The Nagfar, which appeared this time, no longer covered itself with fog.

The soul-inducing man Hablon, wearing a soul-inducing lamp on his belt and holding a soul-destroying scythe, just stood on the deck of the keel battleship so generously, appearing on the sea under the setting sun.

He looked at the island reef full of treasures in front of him.

His merciless gray gaze did not stop at the treasure on the reef.

Those mean nothing to the dead.

He knew that the betrayer of Hell, the spirit hunter Bu Laike Shaw, was on the island in front of him.

"I have been waiting for this day for too long, and I am honored to be able to complete it myself. I have not felt the passion of hunting for too long."

The soul-inducing person's pale hand twirled a few times on the soul-destroying scythe.

"Just in your human way"

In a deep soliloquy, his left hand swung back a few times.

A few seconds later, on the decayed and gloomy deck of the Nagfar, among the broken masts and sails, a red flag was slowly raised.

The vrykul have no tradition of such blood banners.

But Laike, born of Kul Tiras, knew what that meant.

Kill them all! Not one left!

The decisive battle is coming.

Today, on the stage of this marauding sea, between him and Hablon, only one can survive.

"These big villains always like to appear in the finale. What a bad habit, right?"

Bu Laike leaned on the legendary blade Sankesu, he picked up a gold coin from under his feet, threw it to Garona, and said:

"Remember that question I asked you earlier, ma'am."

"I can't eliminate the divine power of death on Hablon, but I can give you the same divine power of death. This battle has finally become fair."

He stared at the keel ghost ship in front of him, without turning his head, he said to Garona behind him:

"In this battle, I invite you to fight to the death with me, leaving no room for retreat."

"Hey!"

Garona tossed the cursed gold coin in her hand, and the half-orc assassin said in a relaxed tone:

"You asked me to kill you for you, but for an assassin like me, the asking price is very high."

"Of course I'll pay you enough to satisfy you, ma'am."

Bu Laike took a deep breath, and he said softly:

"I'll give you a message. About your life experience, about your mother, about your surviving relatives. Is the price appropriate?"

Garona's originally relaxed expression suddenly changed.

She stared at Bu Laike's back, her tone was extremely cold at this moment, as if it was the first time Bu Laike met her, as if they were strangers.

she says:

"You know, what's the end of the joke on this question? Boo Laike Shaw, I'll just ask you once, are you serious?"

"If I were you, ma'am, I would choose to believe it."

The pirate grinned, rubbed the hilt of his sword, and said:

"After witnessing me come to this step with your own eyes, do you still have any doubts about the knowledge in my mind?"

"Remember what you said, Boo Laike."

Garona opened her pocket and threw the cursed gold coin into it. The next moment, the god of death covered her with the power transmitted by the curse, causing Garona's body to quickly become undead.

Her tone became hoarse because of this.

She drew the Kingslayer's Double Blades from her waist and said:

"I'll fight to the death and die for you, but if I don't get paid, I'll kill you myself if you let me down, my friend.

Neither Bwonsamdi nor Hella can protect you! "

"No, Garona Haverson!"

It was also the first time that Bu Laike called Garona by her full name. He said in a low tone:

"I never let my friends down. Master! You'd better get one too, and then, let's get started."

This time, Meili Dongfeng did not stick to his principles.

The Naglfar and the soul-inviting Hablon in front of them are not enemies at the level of the pirate king Zemlan, who has been weakened by time.

Even if he is a legendary human spellcaster who has lived for three thousand years, if he is not fully prepared, he will still die here.

After all, the enemy in front of him came from hell in the true sense.

The old mage didn't take the gold coins, but he took a scepter in the style of the ancient elf empire from the hand of the obsequious warlock Xueyan next to him in style.

When he put the scepter in his waist, his already lost body was once again cursed by death.

But fortunately, he has long been used to the state of no breathing and no life, so he doesn't need to spend some time to adapt to this new state. The moment Bu Laike raised his sword, the old mage repeated his old tricks.

In the pulsating violet arcane brilliance, the overly powerful Cone of Ice technique splashed out, this time with a wider range and less fine control.

As the cold ice surged, it was like an ice ring vibrating and spreading apart. With the ice visible to the naked eye, it ran all the way along the surface of the sea that became more and more dead because of the appearance of the Nagfar.

In the blink of an eye, a large battlefield shaped by ice lay horizontally between Treasure Island and the slowly approaching keel ghost ship.

"Don't let him break the ice before we get into the ghost ship."

The pirate warned.

Fasten Zemlan's head on the belt, and be the first to step on the ice with the legendary blade.

As he threw out the hook lock and galloped forward, all the people, all the undead, and all the skeletons on the entire Treasure Island began to charge for war.

"Ah! Come on! Bastards of Hell!"

Red Blackhand, the undead orc, violently tore off the armor on his body, and yelled frantically while holding his sword while running:

"I've endured you for a long time! Chop Suey! Come on! I want to avenge my clan!"

Every orc behind him let out similar roars.

The Black Tooth Grinning Clan, which was once very promising and powerful, is now the only one left. The other brothers and robes they used have all died in the hands of those damn mist warriors.

Even their souls were eaten by the damn ship in front of them.

In the past, they lacked power, and they wanted to use their own power as their companions. It was almost impossible to avenge these damned Hell Undead, but now, they also have the power of curse!

They can finally justifiably fight to the death with the enemies who humiliated them and slaughtered them on the sea.

Even under the leadership of a human.

Even if they, orcs, call that human the captain with a little humiliation

And the troll exiles who charged together with the bitter and bitter orcs, to be honest, didn't have any special hatred or feelings for the monster ship that suddenly appeared in front of them.

They just passively followed Bo Laike as he charged.

After witnessing that Bo Laike smashed the Pirate King's ship and found the Pirate King's treasure with his own eyes, they already felt awe of Bo Laike in their hearts.

With the blessing of the strange talent of notoriety, they would rather face unknown monsters than have their heads chopped off by the group of damn troll skeletons behind them because they were afraid to fight.

Well, speaking of these troll skeletons, they are the most fanatical warriors under Laike's command now.

Even they don't know if Bu Laike's promise of freedom is true or not.

But at least he promised

In the long curse of seven thousand years, this is the first time they, the cursed, have tasted the taste of hope.

Ah, hope, so sweet, so beautiful, so attractive, so desperate.

"woo woo woo"

Witnessing the frozen sea in front of him, witnessing the traitor Bu Laike, leading a group of messy guys, launching a charge on the mighty Nagfar.

Hablon's expression also changed.

But he didn't panic at all.

Amidst the sound of Vrykul's horn, the pirates and warriors of the Kvaldir Mist Legion roared wildly, jumped off the ship and set foot on the ice with their halberds and knives in hand.

Faced with this head-on challenge, the Vrykul people are never afraid!

No matter when they are alive, or after they have fallen into Hell!

"whoosh"

The moment the shadow appeared and the twin blades of the Kingslayer emerged from the shadow, in Garona's will to die, the brutal power endowed by the shadow was activated.

Garona at this moment is like Ms. Passonia Shaw who attacked Old Dahl that night. She is wrapped in a broken shadow and attacks Hablon, the half titan, at the fastest speed.

The speed was too fast, and the shadows turned into real and fake illusions. At this moment, it seemed that nearly a dozen Garona were besieging Hablon.

The duration of each twinkle stays for less than a millisecond, and this legendary assassin's killing feast made it impossible for Hablon to catch her figure.

But the soul-inviter doesn't have to catch it either.

The moment he appeared in Garona, he directly activated Hela's blessing.

Garona only hit him with the first knife, and the rest of the attacks were blocked by the white light bursting from the soul lamp.

He knew that he couldn't withstand the slashing of the legendary double blades. The two daggers of the legendary assassin had the dark blessing of a powerful figure who was no weaker than His Majesty Hela.

It was just that he was slashed, and there were wounds left by the venom on Hablon's dead body. He was a truly legendary body, and he couldn't resist this weird toxin.

Seeing that after the killing feast, Garona received another high-level combat skill of death from the sky.

The shadows gathered into scarlet sharp blades, hundreds of shadow daggers entangled Garona and leaped into the sky, and then launched a fatal attack on Hablon from the top of his head in the staggered double-blade piercing.

Even if it is an undead, the head is the fatal point.

"Go away!"

Hablon waved the Dementor Scythe in his hand, and the screaming soul turned into purple light and shadow and flew out of his worn crimson robe, with a piercing scream, and another frost fell.

Without distinguishing, the soul guide swung the sickle in all directions, and six dark red magic blades rolled in all directions, and closed again in the next instant.

All the creatures within a dozen meters around Hablon were involved and shattered.

Just before the scythe closed, Garona jumped back into the shadows, as if she had never been there.

This time the fatal assassination, as an assassin, she missed.

But as a bait, she is very qualified!

"Woo!!!"

The horn sounded as weird as thunder on the deck of the ghost ship behind the soul educer, and Hablon, who was blessed with Queen Hela's death power, suddenly turned around.

Just see Bo Laike emerging from the shadows, holding the Legendary Blade in his left hand and a thunderous horn in his right.

He didn't blow it.

The trumpet is sounding itself, it is the sound of the storm!

The violent wind and thunder were gathering rapidly, and when the soul-inviting person noticed, it had already gathered to the limit. The powerful power is the most important thing, with the power of divinity!

Garona was just a bait to attract his attention, and the trumpet in Laike's hand was the trump card!

"Don't think about it!"

The light of the runes used by the vrykul spellcasters danced all over Hablon's body, teleporting his figure to safety.

But just as the rune light came on, there was an inaudible force behind it, flicking on the magic power line lightly.

The newly formed teleportation technique collapsed immediately.

"Rune magic is not the spell you are good at, is it? After all, how can the magic line of a legendary spellcaster be exposed so easily?"

The voice of Meili Dongfeng came faintly from behind.

The soul-inducing person has no time to pay attention.

In front of his eyes, in the gathering of thunder and light, Bo Laike smiled brightly, and the undead shouted:

"Now, we are all Akunda!"

"boom"

Dazzling thunder and lightning roared from the horn in Bu Laike's hand.

The loa god with powerful divine power, Akunda, the god of storm and new life, first gathered into a thunder lizard shaking its head and tail with a full blow.

While howling, it jumped and smashed on the divine shield in front of the soul educer.

Amidst thunder splashing like molten iron, and under Hablon's astonished gaze, a shocking black spot appeared on the mask composed of the divine power of death bestowed by Queen Hela.

It's like glass being slammed like crazy.

The soul guide looked at the black spot in front of him, and suddenly realized something that he hadn't noticed all along.

He had traveled too far across the Great Sea in pursuit of Bo Laike.

He is too far away from Hell.

He is too far away from Hela.

The glory of the Queen of Hell stops outside Zandalar, this is not her territory.

It can't shine on this sea area..

"click"

As the first cracks emerged, the sound of despair officially sang.

(end of this chapter)