Azeroth Shadow Trail

Chapter 220 39. Legitimacy +1,000,000

"We have to save him!"

On a hillside in the border mountainous area of ​​the Tirisfal region, Faol, who seemed a little weak because he injected the power of the Holy Light into the Silver Hand Warhammer, looked towards the collapsed valley in the distance.

Leaning on the priest's staff, he said to the old lich beside him:

"Little Redeker has done great things. He has eliminated terrible scourges for our civilization. We can't just leave him there!"

"Your Majesty, you don't know enough about Bo Laike's behavior."

Old Meili will be very calm.

He turned to the Pope and said:

"If he dares to stay there, he must have his own confidence. I believe that he may die in a playful conspiracy or a sudden battle in the future.

But I don't believe that he will die in such a collapsed place.

He is a pirate.

Water can't kill him.

But like you said, I'd better check it out. "

After finishing speaking, the old lich tapped the staff of the guardian in his hand on the ground, and his whole body disappeared in the light of the teleportation technique.

"this sword"

A few minutes after Meri disappeared, the great knight Dathrohan, who was sitting on the side resting, suddenly held the steel sword in his hands and said loudly:

"It's calling for something."

"Ok?"

His Majesty Faol turned his head, and saw the barbarian-like steel sword vibrating and humming in the hands of the great knight, like a beheading sword.

It was as if, as he said, the sword was calling for something.

"whoosh"

A light object broke through the air.

Afterwards, the soul of Emperor Thoradin appeared in front of the two of them in a bewildered manner. This hero who was nearly three thousand years ago seemed a little unbelievable to the facts in front of him.

He stood on the spot with an illusory body, first looked at his hands, and then at the surrounding environment.

Finally, his gaze fell on the battle sword Stromkar presented by Dathrohan with both hands.

"I am free."

The emperor stretched out his hand, stroking the battle sword in the great knight's hand with the body of a soul.

He said in a sad tone:

"The long defense of three thousand years is finally over. The dark monster is dead, and the enemy of the gods who will destroy human civilization is beheaded here

You have done what I have not done, My descendants.

You've proven that you're better than me, the fool who nearly ruined all hope. "

"His Majesty!"

Fao stepped forward immediately, and the Pope of Holy Light said softly:

"You didn't do the wrong thing as you said, if you hadn't sacrificed yourself and seriously injured that monster, now, three thousand years later, we would not be able to complete the great cause of driving out the darkness.

You are a true hero, you."

"Needless to say."

The emperor laughed. At this moment, he was as rude and bold as a real barbarian. He waved his hand and said to the pope and the great knight:

"I'm not weak enough to need your comfort.

However, the era that belongs to me has long ended, the glory that belongs to me has also faded, my responsibilities have finally been fulfilled, and my mistakes have been made up.

I can finally.

I can finally... rest in peace."

As he said this, the illusory soul body became thinner, like a tired soul that had finally completed its obsession, and was about to dissipate in this world.

He will go to another world belonging to the dead, where he will start a new life.

"No! No!"

At this moment, when the light of the teleportation technique came on again.

Bu Laike's voice sounded on this hillside.

The water-stained pirate flicked the water splash on his clothes. He pushed his pirate hat, and with the little murloc in his arms, he strode forward and handed over the Odin Shield in the other hand to the emperor.

He said seriously:

"Your Majesty Thoradin, you have yet to respond to an invitation. Don't forget, you promised me before that you would help me send a message to Odin, the Lord of War.

As the only emperor in human civilization, you personally shaped the starting point and future sages of the human race. Are you going to dove me, a little junior? "

"Invitation from the Hall of Valor?"

Emperor Thoradin looked at the Odin shield that Bu Laike handed over, and he looked at the pirate in front of him again.

Said with great interest:

"In my time, the ancient legends hadn't dissipated, and the clansmen would always tell the stories and legends they heard from their ancestors.

The eternally shining golden heaven, the Valagar fortress prepared only for the bravest warriors, and the Hall of Valor where only the most powerful spirits are allowed to step after death, is the most fascinating of all legends.

But you seem to know more than I do.

Do you think I should respond to that invitation? "

"Of course. If you are invited to play at home, it would be impolite if you don't go."

Bu Laike snorted and said:

"What's more, Odin really prefers a warrior like you who is extremely brave both in life and after death.

With a mortal body, you almost killed an abyss demigod. Such a great feat, if there is no place for you in the Hall of Valor, then Odin will be blind

Uh, he seems to have been blind in one eye.

But that's not the point, the point is, you should be there!

There you can realize the most eternal dream of a soldier, always fight, always fight, and always enjoy the joy of anger. "

"yes?"

The emperor shook his head, looked at the round shield with the battle of the gods engraved on it, and said:

"I used to think that the legend of the Hall of Valor was false.

After all, on the battlefield against the trolls, I have witnessed so many warriors die in the chaos of war, even Lordaern, who is wise and powerful.

But I have never seen a golden Valkyrie riding a pegasus to fetch their souls. "

"That's because Odin is a stupid racist!"

Bu Laike lowered his voice and said to the emperor:

"The Lord of War is in some ways as stubborn as he is powerful. He trusts only those races he considers warriors, such as the savage vrykul who came before us.

His selection of heroic spirits has been carried out only among the Vrykul from tens of thousands of years ago until now.

But you also qualify.

You have the purest barbarian blood running through you.

You are the king of the barbarians!

Perhaps in Odin's eyes, you belong to that kind of 'small' Vrykul, but other people of your time will still be regarded as weak by him.

No way, there's nothing we can do to reverse the old thinking of a stubborn god.

unless

Someone had to take the initiative to tell him that those mortals had done great things before he could take his eyes off the vrykul. "

Speaking of this, the pirate rubbed his hands, and he looked at the thoughtful emperor.

Say:

"Perhaps, you can, as the spokesperson of mortals in the Hall of Valor, reverse Odin's backward and ignorant views, and let him see that we mortals can also produce heroic warriors not inferior to the barbaric Vrykul.

The gate of the Hall of Valor will be reopened for your descendants because of your presence, Your Majesty.

Perhaps this is the last thing you should do after a life of warrior and king.

We are not afraid to show Odin our bravery, to gain the favor of the Lord of War, to ask for his protection, and to bless the souls of those warriors.

But we need a chance.

Just at the southernmost tip of this continent, Your Majesty, Anduin Lothar, your last blood descendant, is commanding the most valiant group of humans to expel the invaders from other worlds.

That's a war!

And war is always a stage for the brave. "

"This reason."

Emperor Thoradin rubbed his chin.

After thinking for a few seconds, the tall and burly barbarian king said:

"I really couldn't say no.

If because of my dedication, I can re-open the door of heroic spirits leading to the supreme glory for my descendants, if it is because of me alone, the light of the Rainbow Bridge can be lit up on this land again.

Then I will do it!

I will respond to this invitation. "

After speaking, the emperor took a deep breath.

Stretching out his hand, he touched the shield of Odin with his fingers wrapped in anger. This brave soul touched the weapon of the Lord of War, which represented his response to the invitation thousands of years ago.

The next moment, under the stunned gazes of the three people around, a crimson door surrounded by colorful streamers opened in the dim night above the hillside.

The low and shocking sound of the horn also echoed between the heaven and the earth.

The pirates put their hips on their hips, admiring the familiar scene.

The little murloc in his arms stared at his cute big eyes and opened his mouth slightly, as if he was also shocked by the scene in front of him.

"Recovery"

The neighing of war horses sounded from the light of the door, making the pirates listen.

The next moment, he said to Emperor Thoradin beside him:

"Odin sent Heimdall, the gatekeeper, to blow the Vallar horn himself, and he sent the Valkyries to meet you, Your Majesty.

It's a lucky thing that the Lord of War thinks highly of you. "

The Valkyries of the Lord of War are golden.

She was as tall as a vrykul, no, she was taller than a vrykul, and her body was at least five meters tall, an out-and-out titan.

Her body is made of golden light, with a lightning winged helmet covering her eyes and the upper half of her face, and holding a golden battle spear, with a long red strip of gold-edged cloth flying at the front of the battle spear.

She has wings on her back, just like the angel in the legend of Holy Light.

Riding on an equally golden Pegasus that looks like stars, galloping and soaring in the air, and the sound of a low-pitched horn echoes in the night.

The scene was divine.

It made Faol's Crown and the Grand Knight pray at the same time.

As for the old Lich Merry, when this wise guy saw the door of the Rainbow Bridge open, he temporarily left here with the teleportation technique under the signal of Braike's eyes.

He's dead, not accepted by Odin and his Valkyries, and staying here might cause something not so good.

The huge Valkyrie was driving Pegasus, and quickly landed on this hillside.

Her gaze didn't stay on the others for a moment, she just got off her horse and made a gesture of "please" to the soul of Emperor Thoradin who was ready in front of her.

The solemn Valkyrie said in the language of the Vrykul:

"Shoradin, Odin has seen your unyielding bravery and inexhaustible anger. You have done great things, and you are qualified to join the Legion of Heroic Spirits. You are qualified to fight with countless heroic spirits for the coming Ragnarok!

Odin has been waiting for you.

Come with me.

Valagar Fortress has prepared a grand banquet for your arrival. Thousands of heroic spirits are waiting for their new brothers. "

The Great Emperor nodded.

He walked up to the majestic and armored Pegasus, which was made of starlight, and skillfully turned on the horse. The moment he pulled the rein, the emperor turned his head and looked at Bu Laike.

He said:

"What do you want me to relay for Odin? My descendant."

"Hella!"

Bu Laike said aloud:

"Please tell Odin, I have been fighting with Hela, I have killed Hela's soul-inducing man Hablon, and captured Hela's ghost ship Nagfar!

Hela and I are already immortal.

I do not expect the Lord of War to intervene, I will fight my own battles, but I have made a small contribution to the victory of the Lord of War, and this dedication needs to be rewarded.

Just tell Odin, Your Majesty, that I use my trivial victory to ask him to take his eyes off the vrykul for a while.

Let him treat all creatures in this world equally, and give those brave men a chance to prove themselves! "

"Well, I'll take the word with me."

The emperor struck his breastplate with his fist, and said to Bo Laike and the other two:

"Go back, then, and tell all the people on this land that their emperor is gone, and tell them not to grieve, and tell them my last story

Tell them I'll watch their battles in the Hall of Valor.

I'll be there for them and tell the story of humanity. Farewell, heroes! And you, little one, I have nothing left to reward you.

But I heard your story from Faol, and I can give you a gift at last. "

Thoradin looked at Bo Laike one last time.

Amidst the neighing of Pegasus lifting into the sky, he laughed loudly and said:

"In our time, there was no difference between a navy and a pirate.

I also don't think that the path of power that I walk will affect the nobility of bloodlines. In fact, bloodlines are not noble at all. What are noble are actions and souls!

Now, because of the great cause you have done, as the emperor of the Arathor Empire, I declare your absolute right to inherit the Kingdom of Kul Tiras!

Derek Proudmoore.

Go back and tell your old fool father.

His throne belongs only to you!

If he or anyone has any dissatisfaction, tell them, this is the emperor's will!

Finally, make good use of my sword and give it to the right person. "

(end of this chapter)