Azeroth Shadow Trail

Chapter 245 64. Hela, who is not picky, thinks you are very good

"woo woo woo"

From the rainbow bridge opened in the sky, the last low-pitched horn sounded. After the war between the alliance and the old tribe entered a stage of collapse, Valagar's selection of heroic spirits came to an end.

In the magnificent scenery where the golden Valkyrie waving their wings flew into the sky with the last group of warrior souls, the golden door in the sky also slammed shut.

Odin has no interest in the next pursuit of death and north.

The king of war did not appreciate the massacre under absolute advantage, nor did he think that there would be any worthy warriors born in such a massacre.

Bu Laike, who had already rushed to the edge of the battlefield, looked up and watched the golden Valkyries disappear into the stream of light in the sky.

According to his calculations just now, in such a large war where more than 100,000 people attacked and killed each other, the number of heroic spirits selected by Odin for himself was actually less than fifty.

"He is really strict."

The pirate sighed, and a few minutes after the light of the sky completely dissipated, Bo Laike also completed the "change".

He put a tattered black cloak on himself, covering his whole body, not even a bit of his cheek was exposed, and moved his hands, and took out the Ursalesian scythe in the form of the hand of death.

Spinning it in the palm of his hand, he carried the scythe on his shoulder.

With the shadows gathering around him, he entered a stealth state and headed towards the chaotic battlefield. After wearing the title of Spirit Hunter, the world in front of Laike's eyes suddenly changed.

Outside the tragic battlefield where humans and orcs were fighting, it was like adding an extra layer of filters, allowing him to see those wandering souls that had left their bodies after the battle, but had not yet been sent to the other side of the curtain of life and death.

There are humans, elves, dwarves, and gnomes.

There are also orcs.

They are all wandering souls who died on the battlefield, waiting for the messengers from the kingdom of the dead to send them into the shadow world.

"Odin's Rainbow Bridge opens above the Burning Plain, and Hela will also notice it here. She will never let go of so many souls. Without the Naglfar, she can only use more primitive means Come grab these souls.

She will send her generals to lead the souls to Hell. "

Pirates walk in the shadows with scythes on their shoulders.

Those souls he sees, but those dazed souls cannot see him.

"Then who will Hela send?"

The pirate looked at the sky. After Odin left, the Burning Plains became cloudy again. Let Bu Laike's eyes be full of anticipation, and he thought in his heart:

"Which lucky Shadow Val'kyr will come here? And who will I ambush and kill?"

So thinking, Bo Laike walked in the shadows.

The cos god of death is very expressive, he is not just walking, he carefully avoids areas where battles are still taking place, and looks at the dead souls on the battlefield with a scrutinizing gaze.

"These are very peaceful, and you can't extract too much heart energy, so leave them to the Shadow Realm."

The pirate looked away from the dead souls one by one.

He can feel the state of these souls. Most of the dead souls will become weak after death, but there are a few ghosts that were powerful during their lifetime. When they die with some strong emotions, they will be stronger than other souls.

After entering the Shadow Realm, such souls will generate more and stronger "animal energy" than other souls, which is a power that cannot be used by the living.

But it is supporting the existence and prosperity of the kingdom of the dead.

Those souls full of powerful anima were almost all taken away by Odin, but there were still some ghosts that Odin didn't like, which were more powerful than ordinary souls, and remained on the battlefield.

Those are the "treasures" in Hela's eyes, and they are also the goals of Bu Laike.

His steps stopped before an orc spirit, also wrapped in red rage after death, which appeared more alive than the other dazed souls.

It was half-kneeling beside its own corpse at this moment.

It seems to be saying goodbye to the world of the living, but I don't know where I am going.

"I won't let you fall into Hela's hands, no matter how powerful she is, and I won't let you become toys in the hands of real evil."

The pirate quietly touched behind the soul and took out the soul stone. He stared at the soul in front of him and said in his heart:

"Through the circulation of death, become a part of my power."

He tried to incorporate this soul into the soul stone, but unfortunately, the orc was unwilling to just submit, and instead roared and attacked.

"hum"

The hand of death came out of the shadows, and the sharp sickle sliced ​​through the angry soul from behind. As the pirate's wrist spun, the war sickle sliced ​​through the soul again.

Let it turn into shattered light and disperse in the silent roar.

The familiar heat flows along the arms and merges into the body, making the assassin who jumped into the shadows let out a comfortable groan.

He once doubted, what is the essence of the "experience" he gained from hunting and killing life?

He once thought that he was an inherently evil soul eater.

But now, he has understood the truth.

The "experience" that makes him powerful is not the soul, nor the fragments of the soul, but the heart energy! That kind of special power that cannot be used by the living and can only exist in the kingdom of the dead.

It is not necessary to hunt powerful creatures to gain "experience".

Pirates got it wrong before.

He has to find those creatures with anima in their souls, and extract their anima to make himself stronger.

"buzz"

The war scythe in the pirate's hand hummed dissatisfiedly, and Ulthalus also longed for these souls with anima to make his weak self strong again.

Bu Laike snatched its "food".

"Don't worry."

The pirate stroked the greedy weapon and said:

"There's a lot more here.

We still have plenty of time to search slowly before Hela's henchmen arrive. Even if they are fed to you, it is much better than throwing them into the cesspit of the Maw. "

As he spoke, he waved the scythe in his hand, hooked a bewildered orc soul beside him, and said:

"Feed you one, be good, eat well."

"This one has no energy at all!"

Ulthalesh in the scythe roared:

"Not even a dog's bone! There's one over there, the elf priest! She's full of anima! She's alive, that's good! Kill her!"

Drain her! Eat her soul with me. "

"No, no, you're too impatient and blind."

The pirate patiently rejected the proposal. He threw a scout at the elf priest not far away, curled his lips, and said:

"That's Miss Liadrin, who is destined to do great things in the future. Look, she has a flower protector by her side, and Ah Qiang who is irritated is not easy to mess with.

We'd better stay away from them.

In addition, as agreed, in order to celebrate the alliance's hard-won victory, today we only hunt souls, not kill people. "

"Ok?"

At the same time, Liadrin, a high-ranking elf priest who was healing injured soldiers with holy light on the battlefield, suddenly felt very uncomfortable.

There seemed to be a cold malice sizing her up.

"What's wrong? Leah."

A concerned voice sounded from not far away. It was a handsome elf ranger in red chain armor who was swinging a sword. He turned around and asked.

The elf priest shook her head, looking back at the chaotic battlefield behind her, she said softly:

"It's nothing, Theron. Keep fighting."

——

While the pirates were chasing the dead souls full of anima, Hela's power also started to act.

The Queen of Hell has actually been paying attention to this decisive battle between the Alliance and the Horde. After all, this is currently the largest war in the world of Azeroth.

And war always kills.

That means that Hela will harvest many, many souls.

And Bu Laike guessed wrong a bit. Hella's power had actually been lurking in the sea near the Burning Plain. They should have entered the battlefield to search for souls at the very beginning.

But the appearance of Odin disrupted this plan.

"Curse him! Curse the king of nothingness and tyranny!"

Looking at the rainbow bridge belonging to the Hall of Valor in the sky dissipating, a tall figure, exactly the same shape as Odin's golden Valkyrie, even the same height, but the rotten black and white Hell Val'kyr cursed in a low voice.

Behind her, there were more than a dozen Hell Val'kyr who had the same shape as her but were smaller, cursing Odin and his golden henchmen in a low voice.

But if you scold me, it's absolutely impossible for them to go forward and fight the golden Valkyrie.

the reason is simple.

Can't beat it.

Although both power and birth come from the same source.

But the golden Valkyrie under Odin is obviously better than them.

Once an encounter occurs, these shadow Val'kyr belonging to Hela are estimated to be cut down by those violent Valkyries head-on after a face-to-face encounter.

The ability of Odin, the Lord of War, to train his subordinates is not comparable to that of the vengeful lunatic Hella.

One is the quality advantage, and the other pursues the quantity advantage.

Well, it's hard to say who is right and who is wrong now, but in the encounter, Hela will definitely suffer.

Therefore, after Odin intervened in this mortal war, these shadow Val'kyr who were planning to fight a big fight could only hide out of the battlefield aggrieved.

They watched Odin's Valkyries bring the best, most powerful, and fullest souls into the Hall of Valor, as if the meat that had already been placed on their plate was roughly snatched away by their opponents.

"With so much anima lost, the lady will definitely not be satisfied, she will punish us."

The leader, Shadow Val'kyr, grabbed his Shadow Spear, and pulled out a fearful and terrible smile on his pale face covered by the black half-covered lightning wing helmet.

She spread her black wings a little irritably, and looked back at the younger brothers behind her. Uh, little sisters, said:

"We must bring back more souls before we can escape punishment. We must find a way."

"Powerful Soul Stealer! Look!"

Just when these shadowy Val'kyr thought they were unlucky and were discussing countermeasures, a small Val'kyr who was lying on the edge of the battlefield under the cloud, poking his head and looking at the battlefield suddenly turned around and shouted to her:

"The soul of the orc! The soul of the great chief! He was summoned by Odin, but he was sent back to the mortal world! God, the energy in him is almost overflowing!"

"Ok?"

The leader, the Shadow Val'kyr Soul Stealer, suddenly turned his head and looked towards the battlefield in the direction indicated by the sharp-eyed girl.

At a glance, he saw the soul of Orgrim Doomhammer, who had returned from the Hall of Valor, reappearing on the battlefield along with a black wolf.

These shadow Val'kyr are not strong enough, but their vision is vicious.

At a glance, it was obvious that Orgrim's soul was not only complete, but also full of the angry heart energy of a warrior. Indeed, as the sharp-eyed Val'kyr said, the great chief's heart energy was overflowing.

"It's him! Take him away!"

She cried out:

"The anima squeezed out by this one soul is worth tens of millions of remnant souls. Not only will the lady not blame us, but she will also reward our hunt! Sisters, follow me!"

The leader of the Soul Stealer spread his wings, waved his shadow spear, and flew towards the battlefield below with a group of screaming little girls.

Like the golden Valkyrie, they are special creatures between reality and reality.

As long as they don't want to, mortals can never see them. And Orgrim Doomhammer, who rejected Odin's recruitment, also felt the danger that was close at hand under the roar of the ghost wolf beside him.

The chief raised his head, and saw a group of Val'kyr with black wings rushing towards him.

In life he was a mighty warrior, unafraid of any challenge.

But this society is already dead, and he doesn't have much experience in the battle after death, and he doesn't have a weapon in his hand, so he wanted to avoid it, but the leader of the Soul Stealer laughed wildly and opened his left hand.

The chains cast by the shadows were thrown from the sky, tightly entangled Orgrim.

"You keep collecting here, sisters!"

The Soul Stealer lifted Orgrim, who was trapped to death by the chains, into the air, flapped his wings and flew away from the battlefield, and ordered to his little sisters, the Val'kyr:

"Find more valuable souls and bring them back together."

The Ghost Wolf Frostclaw next to Orgrim wanted to growl and fight back, but was quickly tied up by the remaining shadow Val'kyr girls with chains.

The ghost wolf kept struggling, but was bound tighter and tighter by the black chains. Seeing its master being lifted up by the leader of the Val'kyr, Frostclaw's roar turned into a pleading whimper.

It is begging the evil not to take its master.

But the entreaties of the loyal beasts only got cold ridicule from those evil ones.

You can't expect, monsters, to have mercy.

(end of this chapter)