Azeroth Shadow Trail

Chapter 139 47. Doom [915]

"hum"

Hablon completed the second stage of transformation, discarded the flesh and blood body used to camouflage, and immediately launched an attack on Bu Laike.

The speed of the astral body's assault was extremely fast. He used a power similar to the flashing technique. In Garona's sharp blade assassination, the invisible body entwined with starlight disappeared in place as if fading away.

After perfectly avoiding Garona's assassination, the astral body appeared in another place, extending his hands into scythes with scattered starlight, and swung a knife at Laike.

The spatial foundation of the existence of the material world was cut off, and the energy blade rushed into the eyes of the pirate, and it would cut him in two in the next instant.

"boom"

A large block of ice was born in the cold air, and as the old mage cast spells with both hands, an ice wall resisted the energy blade's thrust, and when Meili Dongfeng waved his hand and threw the cold ice cone, the star vault Hablon forced back.

This is obviously an energy creature.

Attacking with magic is more effective than attacking with daggers.

However, the dagger in the hands of the legendary assassin is also extraordinary, entwined with weird dark spiritual power, when attacking energy creatures, it can also be injected with poison.

And for Garona, the first miss was enough for her to learn experience, so when Hablon was forced back by the magic of the old mage, faded in the starlight and resurfaced again, the deadly twin blades followed. Come.

With staggered movements, he pierced into Hablon's incorporeal body, and when the scattered starlight from the astral body exploded, he turned his wrist like a piece of flesh, causing the defensive movements of the astral body to lose shape due to pain.

The legendary assassin hidden in the shadow package blinked.

She glanced at the scattered starlight on the dagger, and already had some guesses about the strength of the enemy in front of her. It was indeed a strange creature.

But as Bo Laike said, he may have been strong once, but now, he is weak and unbearable.

With me and Meili Dongfeng teaming up, it is not a big problem to defeat him.

but

It might be difficult to keep him, as you can tell from his star fading and phase shifting, he is definitely a guy who is good at running.

Thinking of this, Garona nimbly jumped onto the severed mast of the Naglfar in the shadows, avoiding Hablon's burst of starlight.

She glanced back.

Bu Laike lay in the crushed ice, eyes closed, talking to himself like crazy.

He was talking to someone out of sight, probably Bwonsamdi.

He was convincing Bwonsamdi to help.

He is always like this, prepared for any situation, although he is still weak now, but when fighting with him, having his dark wisdom to assist him is really reassuring.

so.

Garona, who was in the undead state, licked her lips, and her eyes re-locked on the astral body Hablon who was exchanging magic with Meri Dongfeng in front of her.

This guy is probably dead today.

"Witness the power of creation!"

The moment Garona was about to assassinate again, Hablon raised his left hand, as if clasping something, and slammed down hard under the stunned gaze of the old mage.

"wow"

In the midair under the setting sun, starlight suddenly flickered, as if a door was opened, and in the next moment, several small meteorites burning with flames whizzed towards the place where Meri Dongfeng and Bu Laike were.

The demilich also became ruthless.

He no longer concealed his strength, and a cold breath burst out from his rotten eyes. Amidst a strange mantra chanting, Meili Dongfeng blasted a huge ice cone into the sky.

Facing the falling meteorite head-on, the magic shock wave triggered by the impact of ice and fire caused the severely damaged Nagfar to shake violently again.

It's not over yet.

The old mage raised his other hand, and the purple streamer of teleportation wrapped around his five fingers.

Under normal circumstances, the teleportation technique, which can only be used to teleport himself, was applied by the old mage to the three meteorites that fell from above his head. When the light curtain dissipated, two meteorites were directly smashed on Hablon by the teleportation technique.

The last piece was dragged by the old mage and smashed into the distant battlefield, causing the Mist Legion to suffer from the front and back, and also blasting a third of the frozen sea.

"hum"

The twin blades of the Kingslayer, intertwined, grasped the fleeting opportunity just like their masters.

As the meteorite bombardment shattered the starlight around Hablon, the magic power was used to support the frontal defense, and Garona broke out at this moment.

The black mist accompanied by the shadows brought vivid illusions, and the second killing feast was kicked off by the assassin's double blades.

This time, Hablon does not have the power of death to resist the most tyrannical power of the shadow assassins.

The half-orc's figure danced lightly like a ball, flashing more than a dozen knives in an instant, and the dagger entwined with dark spiritual power also whistled.

It seems that even the powerful existence that injected it with dark aura is also admiring the assassin's assassination.

For Hablon, though, things got worse.

He has no real starlight around him, just like the surface of a lake when raindrops fall, constantly swaying and beating waves, it looks very beautiful, and this scene must be very beautiful when captured.

It's a pity that every beat of those waves of starlight means that Hablon has been hurt.

He is the fallen astral body.

There is no such state as birth and death.

His form of existence is incomprehensible to ordinary people, but he will also be tired, especially after the original belief collapsed, his strength has dissipated like quicksand in the wind.

These two mortal legends are difficult to entangle.

Especially the old mage, he just lacked some essence of the breaking power of arcane magic, and he was able to advance from legend to a more powerful form.

For some reason, such a powerful mortal was persuaded by that betrayer, and with such a desperate attitude, he tried his best to fight to the death for that weak flesh and blood life.

"Bwonsamdi is coming. Come back!"

Just when Hablon was driven by the anger of the destruction of his beloved, and wanted to attack forward to bring back the soul of the traitor for Queen Hela, in the world of his spiritual body that had lost its disguise, there was a sharp The sound exploded.

It reveals a maddened hoarseness and dark depression.

That was Hela's voice.

"But my Naglfar!"

Hablon roared, and detonated the starlight gathered in his hands like a bomb, accurately blocking the dozen or so ice spears that Meili Dongfeng threw at him.

Ben would also push back the difficult Garona. But the half-orc assassin did not retreat!

She is now in the state of an immortal cursed undead, and in the deepest part of every assassin's heart, there is also a trace of the dream of a berserker. Garona is also an assassin, and she also has such thoughts.

It's just that the rationality bestowed by the shadows is usually suppressed.

But now, since he won't die, then...

Let it go!

Unleash the wildness and fighting spirit inherent in the orc blood flowing in her body!

"puff"

The explosion of starlight knocked Garona's body down like a heavy hammer, but the moment the assassin fell, the left hand blade of the Kingslayer pierced Hablon's forehead with a deadly throwing technique.

In the shadow explosion again, Garona, who appeared beside Hablon with a shadow step, grasped it. Before her body turned, the two knives flew in the air, piercing the place where Hablon's eyes should have been, one left and one right.

"what!"

The astral body cried out in pain.

Under Hella's urging, he still refused to give up.

"I'm going to take my boat and leave together"

"you will die!"

Hela was already a little impatient, her voice screamed amid Hablon's fluctuating emotions:

"I woke you up from the collapse, not to send you to die here! Maw is longing for more anima and soul, you must complete your mission! Just like your work in the Pantheon!

You have a new owner!

I command you, Hablon the Spirit-caller, come back! immediately! Abandon that wreck! "

"That's not a wreck!"

The astral body roared angrily at this moment:

"That's mine. That's my home! I've lost it once, and I won't again!"

His roar was interrupted by the explosion of a magic orb full of frost and freezing by the old mage. The orb that gathered a huge amount of magic power exploded in front of Hablon, freezing half of his starlight body inside. .

"How fiercely they fought. My soul hurts and is about to be torn apart. Hela is trying to break the soul barrier and take away my soul herself.

But here is too far away from Hell.

She was urging Hablon, she didn't want to give up her partner. "

On the edge of the narrow battlefield where these three legends fought, Bo Laike, who was like a spectator, closed his eyes and said to himself like a madman:

"You, do you still hesitate? After seeing the true face of Hela's 'little partner' with your own eyes, do you still dare to hesitate? Bwonsamdi! You should know by now that Hela sent those souls who were detained by her to hell." Where did they end up?

Hela has been staying in the material world of Azeroth, and she wants to block Odin and his Valagar sky fortress.

She cannot leave Hell.

Those pitiful souls who will suffer eternal torture are all sent into the Maw by the star vault in front of them. Their existence form is determined, and the curtain of life and death cannot stop them.

If you let Hablon go today, then every day after that, the power of the Maw will continue to grow, and the power of your adoptive father, Muerzala, who is allied with the Maw will also grow stronger.

One day, the old god will be strong enough to see through the veil and re-project its power onto Azeroth.

I think you should really think about it.

How will your tyrannical father deal with you, a rebellious son who chooses to fight against him?

As the loa god that existed before the birth of troll civilization, how do you think it will deal with the thriving troll civilization in Azeroth under your management? "

The pirate lowered his head and said softly:

"The last time I offered to make a deal with you, you said no, when you said you only deal with big men. Now, I'll ask again, Bwonsamdi.

Do you think I'm a big shot?

Do you want to make a deal with me? "

"After all this is over... you must have a good talk with old Bwonsamdi!"

The gloomy voice of the troll god of death finally rang in Bo Laike's ears. This time, there was no cynicism that Bwonsamdi always had, and it was replaced by a touch of coldness and solemnity.

it says:

"You greedy pirate with accursed knowledge, old Bwonsamdi asks you, what kind of deal are you going to make with me?"

"Simple!"

Bu Laike opened his eyes, he looked at Hablon, the astral body surrounded by legends, and said:

"You help me lift Hela's curse, and I'll help you capture Hablon! You can personally destroy this helmsman who can swim across the River Styx and sail directly to the Maw!

Don't worry about Hela, without Hablon, she has to send her soul to the Abyss by herself.

That's a lot of work.

She will be very busy.

Before the curtain of life and death is broken, that madman has no time to trouble you. So, deal? "

Bwonsamdi didn't answer.

The next moment, a strange blood moon suddenly rose above the sea under the setting sun, and under the scarlet moonlight, it completely enveloped Bu Laike's body.

As a force cold enough to freeze the soul poured into the body, under Laike's expectant gaze, the character was stuck with the curse of the Hellwalker, as if the data was out of order.

It dissipated bit by bit, like ink soaked in water, becoming very thin, but not disappearing, Bwonsamdi's power injection continued, and finally turned the curse into an indistinct shape.

"I have a better idea, my friend. It's the first time I've seen this thing called the astral body, um, look at it, it looks like it's smeared with 'very poison'.

Weak and pitiful, I don't want to risk getting my hands dirty. "

Bwonsamdi's sinister voice rang in the pirate's ear, and the old bastard said:

"So, why don't you help me kill him yourself, old Bwonsamdi will not only help you lift the curse, but also give you more 'good things'. My deal with you has been made, friend.

One person must die on this wreck today!

Either he dies or you die.

go.

Make good use of the mojo old Bwonsamdi gave you, and fulfill the deal, bloody stinky pirate. "

(end of this chapter)