Azeroth Shadow Trail

Chapter 140 48. You must have done it on purpose, right? 【1015】

On the Naglfar whose deck was almost completely destroyed, the battle between Garona, Meri Dongfeng and the weakened astral body has entered its finale.

Hablon has gone too far.

He is in the South China Sea, and the entrance to Hell is in the North Sea, which is a distance spanning more than half the world, and this place is shrouded in Bwonsamdi's curse.

It was difficult for Hella to support him.

He fights with the original power that has been hidden for many years, against the legendary strongmen born from the two civilizations of orcs and humans, and confronts head-on, with one against two, without losing the wind.

This is already a remarkable strength.

At least in the world of mortals, this is already the top level of strength. It is a pity that under the entanglement of these two guys who are fighting desperately, they must take the life of the betrayer and avenge their injured love boat

This goal has become increasingly elusive with the passage of time.

But he is not willing to give up.

All the emotions in his heart may have been transformed into this stubbornness. As he said, he has seen the gods he followed fall, and he has lost the most important thing.

When the sadness of loss hit again, he was unwilling to turn around and run away like a coward like last time.

He's taking his ship with him.

He wants to take away everything he has lost, the only home he has.

"hum"

Bwonsamdi's death power turned into a blood moon in the sky, scarlet light shone on the sea surface, and finally gathered on the bow of the Naglfar.

Hablon's attack also stopped at this moment.

He knew that even if he didn't want to, he had to go.

Once Bwonsamdi, the troll god of death who also possesses the power of death, joins the battle, his mental body will be trapped here forever, and as he has lived in hell for hundreds of thousands of years, he knows more about Luo than anyone else. In the hands of death.

he will not die.

But he would be better off than dead.

He still has an unfinished mission. These stupid flesh and blood will never know how glorious the end of the depraved road he and Hela insisted on will be.

They are too stupid.

They can't see the whole picture of the truth

Nor can they understand this kind of salvation at the cost of death.

The gods are dead.

The end of all things is already on the path of destruction.

"Ugh"

Hablon let out a long sigh, and buried all the helplessness and nostalgia in his heart. He took a last look at Bu Laike, who was shrouded in the red moon.

He looked at the betrayer, and then at the keel ghost ship under his feet.

"I'll come back and take you, I swear."

In a low voice, the soul guide said something to the half-damaged Naglfar under his feet, and then, his figure burst out with bright starlight, covering Garona's dagger and Meri Dongfeng's magic completely. .

With the dimming of the starlight, it is necessary to walk with the change of phase and disappear in this battlefield that is doomed to lose.

"He's going to run away! Merry, trap him!"

Garona was wielding two knives and was still trying to attack, but when the astral body no longer attacked and used all its magic power for defense, even Meri Dongfeng's magic couldn't hurt him anymore.

Moreover, the state of the old mage is very wrong.

While he was attacking the soul-inducing man, he would occasionally throw his magic power at Garona, who was fighting on his shoulder, as if out of control. What was even weirder was that this was supposed to be a demilich specializing in ice magic practice.

This will actually use the fire of fel energy.

There was confusion in Meili Dongfeng's decayed eyes, and it could be seen that he was trying his best to control his mind and will, but when they met for the first time, Laike told his secret.

The reason why the old mage couldn't fight with all his strength for a long time was because there was a Nathrezim demon sealed in his body. They also had another more well-known name, the Dreadlord.

This battle with Hablon clearly made the dread demon king see the possibility of escape. He is good at playing with demons that intrude the mind, and he is also attacking this resolute old mage internally.

After hearing Garona's call, the old mage tried his best to raise the pine staff in his hand, and bound it with the power of ice.

But the magic power got out of control, and most of the Naglfar was frozen in the condensed iceberg in an instant.

"Cherish your life."

Hablon's astral body, escaping into the phase, said in a low, hoarse voice:

"In hell, there is always a place for you. It's just sooner or later."

Seeing that the astral body was about to dissipate, a trace of unwillingness flashed in the legendary assassin's eyes.

Even though she hated Gul'dan and the Shadow Council, the experience of living and growing up in it made Garona extremely hate the feeling of failed assassination.

It would make her feel like a worthless piece of shit.

"Get out of the way!"

Just when the assassin's heart was getting colder, a familiar voice sounded behind her.

Garona turned around in surprise, and saw Bu Laike, as if revived with full blood, breaking the frozen iceberg around his body, holding the legendary blade, and getting up in the cold air.

The pirate still had the undead look, but there was a scarlet gleam in his blue eyes, like the light of a blood moon fading.

It was a bit of mojo that Bwonsamdi had "loaned" to him.

Well, the "magic spirit" that trolls talk about is actually a synonym for things like power and magic power. Don't think in the direction of evil.

But some sleazy trolls, such as Bwonsamdi, actually occasionally use this as a dirty joke.

Well, they're wild by nature, and they know it all too well.

In short, after Bwonsamdi finally gave Bo Laike a taste of his own mojo, the pirates also entered the augmentation of the "magic" state given by the Skull of Gul'dan.

Bwonsamdi was stingy, though.

It only gave Bo Laike a little mojo, so the pirates had to do it quickly.

"whoosh"

The moment Garona escaped into the shadows, Bu Laike's figure appeared behind the astral body in the shadow step, and Hablon had a shining hunter's mark on his body.

Blocked his process of escaping into the phase.

Then, it was that set again.

Weapon Master, Mark of Death, Bloodline Bonus, Sinister Attack with a proficiency increase of four levels in a row, and the level of power jumping from mortal to demigod, the exaggeration is unbelievable.

Only this time, with the blessing of Bwonsamdi's magic spirit, the tyrannical shadow cut by Bo Laike is finally not in the "scattering" state, and he can control it.

Although it was difficult to control, with this perfect shadow strike, the power of the demigod in the true sense was finally gathered together, and there was no longer the exaggerated shadow roar before.

Instead, it was pressed against the sharp blade of Sancsu, like the surface of a sharp blade, covered with a layer of shadow blade that cuts everything.

The compression and concentration of power brought about the destructive power that it should have.

In the instant perception of the astral body Hablon, there was an emotion that he had never felt before. He had no heart, but at this moment he seemed to feel that he had a heart.

And beating wildly.

this.

Is this death?

"hum"

The star vault gathered its own magic power with all its strength, gathered the starlight into waves like the sea of ​​stars, and wrapped its body tightly, but as the dark blade slashed down, the phantom of the galaxy seemed to be cut open by a black line.

With a perfect slash, without any power leaking out, a moment after the legendary blade slashed across the astral body, a heavy exhaustion fell on Bu Laike.

He still heard Bwonsamdi's roar:

"Bastard! What the hell are you doing with old Bwonsamdi's mojo! How did you use that blow just now! Damn it! I knew you would consume so much mojo!

I did it myself!

You bastard stinky pirate! "

Bo Laike was not in the mood to argue with Bwonsamdi, he landed briskly on the broken deck of the Naglfar, and in front of him, a dim starlight also fell to the ground like a heavy object.

It's like those cloudy days, when you look up at the stars, you can only see a touch of illusion.

The pirate grinned and stepped forward dragging the Legendary Blade. He hummed a familiar song as he walked, until after five steps, he stood in front of Hablon.

The star body is still the same star body, but the light on the body has been shattered to the extreme, like a candle that is about to go out.

"You are wondering why a star vault body like you, which has no concept of death, will be cut like this by my knife, right?"

He turned Hablon's body over with his left foot, and stepped on the insubstantial starlight body. He looked down at the face with no facial features but only dim starlight.

He said:

"I ask you a question, my friend Hablon, do you think the Titans of the Pantheon gave you souls when they made you astral bodies?

do you have a soul "

Bu Laike raised the legendary blade in his hands with both hands, and the smile on his face slowly disappeared.

He said:

"Sorry if you have that thing, you're dead today, friend."

"puff"

The black sharp blade pierced through the body, nailing the astral body to the deck, and the familiar heat flowed into the arms, but this time the feeling was different from all previous "experience" absorptions.

Pirates can feel the difficulty of the surging heat.

It's not because his "hunting spirit" power has weakened, but because this soul in front of him is very special, he is not weak and helpless like a mortal, and he is not so easily crushed.

His starry body is where his soul resides.

Bu Laike held the handle of the knife and pressed down the blade inch by inch until he half-kneeled on the ground and the sharp edge in his hand had sunk into Hablon's chest.

The struggle of the astral body became weaker and weaker, until in the end, it almost turned into faint blue shattered lights, like a badly connected light bulb.

"Hella lied to you."

Bu Laike felt the struggle of the soul in front of him, as if praying for death, he said softly:

"The so-called salvation that Hela found was just a foolish act based on her madness. I don't know what the prisoner of the Abyss in the Shadow Realm wants.

But I can tell you that the Burning Crusade against Sargeras is definitely not in the plans of the so-called "Eternals".

With their little strength, are they worthy of fighting against the fallen titan? "

"you you."

Hablon raised his finger and placed it tremblingly on Bo Laike's shoulder.

He seemed about to ask something, but the pirate just shook his head.

Say:

"The Burning Legion's stronghold moved to Argus, and the demons searched for something among the stars, even slowing down the Burning Crusade, if only by a tiny bit.

Your gods are not dead.

The supreme existence that can be born among the stars has the same soul as you.

Sargeras only destroyed their bodies, their souls never gave up resistance.

You shouldn't have given up either.

Poor man.

You were just tricked by Hela. I wanted to tell you this earlier so that there was a possibility of cooperation between us, but then I realized that you can't believe me.

Hela will not allow you to believe me.

Therefore, for you, a titan creation who has gone the wrong way and done wrong things, dying here is the best relief.

Friends, stop struggling.

Quench your fire and rest in peace.

I will tell your story to your companions to prevent them from repeating the same mistakes as you, provided that I can meet them. "

"Ulduar go to Ulduar, the Observatory summons Algalon, he is the strongest and wisest among us."

With the last voice Hablon said to the pirates:

"Tell him my story, my mistakes, my sins, tell him, don't be like me, give up!"

"Ok."

Bu Laike nodded, and he said:

"I'll help you pass the word, and in return, I want your ship, and I like it."

"It's scared."

Hablon's starlight body quickly collapsed in front of Bu Laike, and at the last moment, starlight entwined in Bu Laike's hands, like a weird black statuette held by pirates with five fingers closed.

He could still hear Hablon's last message.

"It's yours, Spirit Hunter."

"For me, take care of it. For me, spit on Hela!"

"hum"

The soul shattered actively, and turned into a huge heat flow into Bu Laike's arms in an instant, just like the situation when he assassinated Old Dahl, his arms were so hot that they almost melted away.

The influx of "experience" made by the unique soul transformation of a complete legend made the character card in front of the pirates shine like a bad contact.

Those symbols kept jumping rapidly, 455055, until they finally converged into a number that made Laike frown.

pirate class

59 levels.

this.

Bu Laike looked down at the ghosts around him who had turned into starlight, and said in a low voice:

"You must have done it on purpose, right?"

(end of this chapter)