Azeroth Shadow Trail

Chapter 246 65. Unfortunately, the greedy Bu Laike does not allow you to leave

The cunning Soulstealer has had a stroke of luck.

She was willing to end in failure for this soul hunting operation, but unexpectedly, fate gave her a big surprise.

The leader of the shadow Val'kyr under Hela's command bound the soul of the roaring Orgrim Doomhammer with the chains of the power of death, and flew above the dark clouds in the sky.

"Madam will reward me for your surrender."

The Soul Stealer spread his black wings to fly, and proudly said to the struggling Orgrim:

"I will gain more divine power because of this, and eventually become a Val'kyr leader as powerful as the arrogant Anhelder, and I will also become the Queen's Hell Valkyrie!

Stop struggling, orc!

You may have controlled power in life, but after death you are weak and worthless, and you know nothing about the power of anima. But you are useful, hahaha.

You are my tribute in exchange for power!

That tyrannical king of Odin doesn't want you, it doesn't matter, Hell and Maw will become your new 'warm' home. "

"I will never surrender to your evil master!"

The orc king roared into the air, only to get a barrage of sneers from the evil Val'kyr.

The voice of the soul cannot be perceived by the living. On the chaotic battlefield, the army of the alliance is still chasing the defeated orcs. They from Dellano have already cut off the shaman inheritance.

There is no psychic who can see through the soul anymore.

After refusing Odin's solicitation, no one can help him anymore!

"Aww"

The Black Wolf Frostclaw watched its master being taken away by the evil, its whimpering became more and more bleak.

The loyal beast seemed to sense that this would be the moment of farewell between him and his master. Around it, the low-level Val'kyr recruits brought by the Soul Stealers had already dispersed to find more valuable souls.

Amidst the wailing of the ghost wolf, the guards around it, all the Hell Val'kyr, laughed evilly.

This weather-beaten wolf is also full of energy, and if they bring it back to Queen Hela, they will get more praise.

The big head of the reward is of course the big sister of the soul stealer, but they can also drink soup along with it.

It's a pity that these ladies and sisters from Hell don't know that in this mortal world, there is a saying that extreme joy begets sorrow.

Just as they were imagining the beautiful future, a black sickle blade suddenly drew out from the shadows. He slashed down the small, sharp-eyed Val'kyr who was the first to discover Orgrim.

The latter's pair of wings were cut off in half by the knife, screaming and trying to escape.

But from the intertwined shadows, a hand with a sapphire seal protruded, clasped her neck, and cut off her head from her body as the scythe turned.

"Ah, with so much anima, your 'nutritional value' is indeed more than ten times that of those mortal souls. I knew that Hela would keep giving me presents since the last farewell.

Her Majesty is so kind and gracious.

Being so generous to me, a traitor, makes people a little embarrassed. "

Wearing tattered black clothes, the pirate who looked like a god of death split one-third of the Heart Energy of the Shadow Val'kyr in his hand, and threw it to the Usales War Scythe in his hand.

The latter also let out bursts of satisfied laughter, bringing a purple soul gust, wrapping around the pirate. And in Bu Laike's other hand, he was holding something that shocked several shadow Val'kyr in front of him.

That buckler!

A round shield that shines with the power of Odin!

The assassin in front of him is Odin, the king of tyranny!

"clang"

Bu Laike tapped the surface of Odin's Shield with his scythe, made a crisp sound, and shouted to the shadow Val'kyr who raised their weapons in front of them:

"You all know who I am, don't you need me to introduce myself?"

"You Val'kyr, you dare to swagger to King Odin's hunting grounds, you are really impatient! Then let me, the 'Temple Assassin' under the command of the Lord of War, purify you degenerates !

evil!

Come on, fight with me! "

His provocation was immediately answered.

The hatred between Hela and Odin is ancient and never ending. It will only end after one of the two sides completely falls. This kind of hostility is also affecting the camps of both sides.

The Shadow Val'kyr may not be able to defeat Odin's Valkyrie, but they can tell that the person in front of them who claims to be Odin's Templar Assassin is just a pure human being of flesh and blood.

And more importantly, they did recognize him.

This is a traitor from Hell!

This is Bu Laike Shaw, the Kul Tiran pirate who killed Hablon. Her Majesty has placed a rich bounty on his soul. Every Kvaldir in Hell is eager for his head.

"what!"

A tall shadowy Val'kyr swung his eerie shadow spear, and charged towards Bu Laike with his wing flapping.

The other three Val'kyr also acted at the same time, throwing black shadow chains with both hands like a soul stealer, trying to restrain the pirates in place.

This is their standard strategy for dealing with vrykul warriors.

It's been tried and tested.

But the problem is that just because Bo Laike is holding a shield doesn't mean he's a fighter.

"boom"

The priceless Odin's Shield was thrown out by the pirates with a deadly throwing technique in the next moment, very much like a certain captain's magical flying shield technique.

It slammed into the breastplate of Val'kyr who was stabbing in front of her with a bang, but it didn't hinder her movement.

These shadow Val'kyr were all Vrykul in front of them, and after being awakened in this way after death, their strength has not weakened. Compared with a Vrykul for strength, any pirate with a little brain would not choose this tactic.

The flying shield was thrown, and the shadow stepped up.

The figure of Bu Laike appeared behind the three Val'kyr recruits in the rear. He waved his war scythe in his hand, and launched a master-level shadow attack forward. Without the support of the sea, the power of this move was weakened too much.

But Ushales, the bad guy, smelled delicious, so he was naturally willing to contribute his strength to the pirates.

Along with the war scythe, there is also the flying wail of the purple soul, which directly affects the attack of the soul, and there is nothing better for hitting these creations between the virtual and the real.

The soul impact slowed down the movements of the Val'kyr recruits, and the sharp sickle blade slashed across, cutting half of the nearest recruit's body, and the shadow strike effect of the seal of the master assassin was also released.

The other recruits were also staggered by the impact of the shadows, and then, like leeks, their heads were chopped off by Laike with a scythe.

What's so frustrating about this fight is that.

The Val'kyr were so tall, half-titan in stature, that Bo Laike had to jump up to slash their necks.

Now he finally experienced the bitterness of a handful of dwarf assassins.

Three balls of hearts can be obtained, and Bo Laike is fair enough to take one, give one to Ulthales, and use the last ball to activate the Soul Harvest of the Shadow Artifact.

As Nava'kyr's soul shattered, the pirate's body was also entangled with thick shadow power, and a huge amount of temporarily strengthened magic power was poured into him.

Seeing the last Val'kyr rushing forward with a spear in front of him, the pirate sneered.

Raising his left hand, an enhanced curse of pain was cast on her. The pain at the soul level erupted, causing the tall Val'kyr recruit to kneel down on the ground with a plop, clutching his head and screaming.

"hum"

The pirate used another new Warlock magic, Life Drain.

The ominous green light burst out from his five fingers, connecting with the painful Val'kyr, drawing the life force of this strange existence into Bu Laike's hands.

"What the hell are you doing?"

Ulthalesh yelled from his scythe:

"She is a creature of death, and she has no life for you to absorb. Who taught you the magic of a warlock? Instead of absorbing magic power, it can drain her magic power and supplement yours."

"Uh, I'm a new surgeon, don't mind that."

Under the reminder of the weapon, the pirate embarrassingly switched to another absorption spell with the same principle but a different method of action. The green streamer in his hand was replaced with a blue magic entanglement.

As he intensified the absorption, the shadow Val'kyr recruit in front of him quickly weakened, and after the effect of the curse of pain disappeared, she was unable to stand up and fight again.

Bu Laike enjoys the feeling of taking other people's magic power as his own. While he is watching, the magic power bar of the character card is filling up quickly, and the upper limit is still increasing little by little.

As expected of evil warlock magic.

Destroy others and strengthen yourself.

"No wonder you are only favored by Hela, no wonder Odin dismisses you."

The pirate maintained his mana absorption, stepped forward with a scythe, looked at the weak Val'kyr recruits on the ground, and said:

"You can't even stand the pain. You are not fighters at all, and you don't even have the qualifications to look up to the Hall of Valor. Hela really doesn't pick anyone. He wants everyone.

Sure enough, betraying her was the most correct thing I did in my career plan. "

The war scythe in Bu Laike's hand was raised, and it slipped down quietly in the movement of Val'kyr raising his head to speak harshly, and a second later, another group of weak hearts could reach his hand.

The pirate held it in his hand, turned around and slashed open the shadow chains that bound the black wolf ghost's claws. He watched the escaped black wolf's soul jump up swiftly, lay down on its body vigilantly, and threatened him in a low voice.

He handed over the weak heart energy in his hand.

He said to Frostclaw in front of him:

"Want to save your master? Then eat it, you need this power now. You can sense where Orgrim is, can't you? Wait for me a moment.

After I've dealt with the remaining Val'kyr, you take me there. "

The loyal beast looked at the pirate vigilantly, but after listening to his words, the black wolf swallowed the heart energy from Bu Laike's hand without any hesitation.

The pirate laughed, stretched out his hand and flicked the cold scythe in his hand, and asked:

"How many souls do you have to eat to recover your power?"

Ulthalus in the scythe answered the wrong question in the dark and gloomy tone of the dreadlord:

"I'm weak."

"The more the better?"

The pirate snapped his fingers, lifted Odin's shield, and looked back at the battlefield behind him. There were still many Val'kyr recruits from Hell, searching for souls.

Those underworld little sisters in the black hole didn't know that there was already a hunter following them.

The pirate glanced at the ghostly wolf Frostclaw showing a fierce look at his feet, and said to the sickle in his hand:

"Then you are blessed today. Let me treat you to a feast in Hell. Remember my treat, and when you go back to Revendres, speak a few words of kindness for me at the Emperor's place."

——

"boom"

Orgrim's soul trapped in chains was thrown on the damp and tattered deck, while the Soul Stealer was leaning on a spear, looking at the sky, her pale face was full of smiles.

It seems that he has seen the scene when he accepted Queen Hela's award.

"You... what are you?"

Orgrim was lying on the deck, unable to break free from the evil chains, and looked at the shadow Val'kyr again, he said:

"I do not belong to Azeroth, my hometown is calling my soul."

"Don't be stupid, all you hear is the call of those weak Kyrians. They call your ghost back home in your world, but why go so far?"

The soul stealer turned around and said sarcastically:

"You really don't belong to Azeroth. Even if you go back to your hometown, what if you go back to another world? After you orcs die, you will only go to the same place as human elves.

The final destination of all these stars and all things is there.

Be patient.

The queen will send you to the land of all the dead, of course, if she gets tired of you. Hahaha, you look tough, orc.

Then I hope you are tough enough.

I hope you can last long enough in the queen's hands, and then be sent into the eternal maw, as a vessel of anima, to serve the Lord of Death forever.

There's no heaven for you in this stretch of stars!

Give up hope early.

That stuff just makes you weak. "

(end of this chapter)