Azeroth Shadow Trail

Chapter 247 66. Say something to Hela for me

The Soul Stealer took Orgrim's soul and flew all the way beyond the Burning Plains.

This place is far away from Hell, and it is impossible for Val'kyr to fly back with Orgrim all the way to cross the endless sea. It makes sense that Hela needs a soul-inducing boat like the Nagfar.

Even a weird life like Val'kyr cannot return to Hell regardless of the distance. So these hell soul raiders came this time, and they also brought vehicles.

A tattered keeled longship hidden in the coastal mist. Compared with the Naglfar, it is far behind in terms of size and appearance.

But it is indeed a genuine soul-inducing ship, although it may not be able to descend to the bottom of the sea.

The Soul Stealer has gained a lot. It stands to reason that she can now set sail and take this precious soul back to Hell to receive rewards, but she is still greedy for more.

There are more souls on the battlefield where the Alliance and the Horde are fighting.

Although the best ones have been taken away by Odin's Valkyrie, the rest are brought back to Hell, where they can squeeze out some anima.

Queen Hela has always been very open about this aspect. When she, the god of death, accepts people, she is not picky.

In a sense, Hella can be regarded as a model figure of "all beings are equal".

"You say we all go to the same place when we die? What does that mean?"

Orgrim was still asking questions.

He seemed to want to know more from the high-level shadow Val'kyr in front of him, but the Soul Stealer had no idea to answer him.

People who are about to die, why are there so many problems?

Uh, no, theoretically, the guy is dead.

He's just about to die again.

Thinking of this, the Soul Stealer let out an evil laugh, as if he felt that his cold joke was very interesting. Probably having gained some low-level fun from Orgrim, she turned her head and said to the beleaguered chief:

"There are many lives in the stars, but you live differently, but you die the same. Death is a net, and every world with souls is a node on this net.

Azeroth is the bigger kind, your world is the smaller kind.

But all paths lead to the same goal.

When the journey of life is over, all the souls in the stars, whether they are strong or weak, whether they are noble or humble, must set foot on the same road.

Shadowlands, Realm of the Dead, Hell

It has countless names, but it refers to the same place. You will all go there, beyond the veil of life and death, to the world of the dead.

It is as vast as the stars, but of a different order.

There the good ones forget the past and are reborn, and the evil ones are tortured there and become the foundation of a great death. But unfortunately, the existence of antiquated laws there is outdated.

Destiny needs to be reshaped!

And Her Majesty the Queen will personally promote that great purpose.

You mortals should be grateful to the queen

She will give you real freedom, instead of being bound by destiny from birth to death. "

"Destiny? What is that?"

The great chief asked again.

This time the Soul Stealer didn't answer, and lost interest in answering the question.

She had already "mercifully" given the answer to this soul who was about to die again, and there was no need for her to satisfy his curiosity.

Besides, what is destiny?

She doesn't know either.

She even suspected that the great Queen Hela might not know

After all, it is only a secret among the eternals.

"Why haven't they come back?"

After waiting for a short time, the Soul Stealer sensed that something was not quite right.

Although she brought a group of shadow Val'kyr recruits who had just completed transformation, but with the help of the transformation of the power of death, no one can find them on the mortal battlefield, let alone stop them.

Those mortals couldn't even see them.

Efficiency should not be so low.

"Answer me, evil, what is the destiny?"

Orgrim was shouting, seemingly desperate for an answer, but enraged the restless Soulstealer, who turned around and swung her Shadow Spear, striking the warchief's soul.

cursed:

"Shut up! You are not qualified to ask questions. If you talk too much, I will let you taste the taste of being squeezed out of your heart energy for the queen!"

"Don't hit him, he asked for me."

Another voice sounded on the deck covered in eerie mist, which startled the senior Val'kyr. She looked back and saw Bo Laike, wearing a tattered black robe and carrying a scythe, coming out of the scattered shadows .

At the feet of Bu Laike, the ghost black wolf Frostclaw, who was getting stronger and stronger, was baring his teeth and whimpering fiercely at her.

The beast's eyes were filled with blood-red anger, and after swallowing several balls of anima, it also became stronger after death.

"Hey, I knew that an elite soldier like you wouldn't know too many secrets."

The pirate looked at the shadow Val'kyr in front of him, looked her up and down, and said:

"You guys all look the same, and you can only be identified by your hairstyle. You are not a ponytail, and you are so weak, you must not be the king of the Nine Warriors, Anhelder.

The shadow spear in your hand doesn't even have a death emblem, and your position is definitely not too high. If you are not one of the Nine Warriors, then who are you?

Battle Summoner Orren?

Or Valdemada with a bad brain? It can't be Gilliv, right? She should still be an arbitrator in Hell, and she hasn't gone to Icecrown Glacier yet. "

"you you!"

This series of Val'kyr's names reported by Laike like the name of a dish made the Soul Stealer take a step back.

Because she was wearing a half-covered black lightning wing helmet, her expression could not be seen, but it could be seen from her open mouth that she seemed to be terrified.

No mortal has ever known such a group of them!

"Well, I see!"

Bu Laike observed the Val'kyr in front of him. When he saw the black combat boots decorated with skull emblems on her feet, the pirate suddenly realized, patted his head, and said:

"Hydana Soulstealer, sorry, forgot your name.

The main reason is that those high-ranking Val'kyr under Hela's command are all famous, and they each do a lot of things, but you, a rare elite wandering around, have no achievements.

The sense of presence is naturally much lower.

In other words, since it is rare, there must be good things after killing it, right? "

"Shut up! Stupid mortal!"

The pirate's ridicule immediately aroused the extreme dissatisfaction of the Soul Stealer. In anger, she flapped her wings and took off, waving her spear to attack Bu Laike.

But the pirate's face was calm.

He was even in the mood to take a step back, as if to indicate that he had no intention of joining the fight.

Also, the Soul Stealer's opponent is not him.

"Ok?"

Val'kyr turned around suddenly, and saw the sneaky little murloc dragging an ancient Vrykul buckler, and putting it into the bound soul of Orgrim Doomhammer.

"Do not!"

The Soul Stealer was shocked for a moment.

Changing direction, he rushed towards the orc chief, but just as he flew to his side, he was completely shaken away by a burst of golden light.

It was as if countless fists hit her huge body, knocking the high-ranking Val'kyr into the broken deck, and knocking the dilapidated soul boat to float again and again.

She flew out screaming in embarrassment in the next second, but in front of her eyes, Orgrim, holding Odin's shield, was tearing off the tattered shadow chains on his body.

With the fingers wrapped in anger, crush the chains cast by the shadow.

"Kneel down!"

Val'kyr stretched out his hand and threw out the shackles of the gathering power of death again, trying to regain control of Orgrim, but the warchief took a step forward and sent out a shield attack skillfully.

The golden runes floating on the surface of the quaint shield smashed the evil thing to pieces the moment it collided with the chain.

"I'm a fighter."

Orgrim held the shield in his left hand, clasped his right hand on the rusty anchor on the deck of the soul-inducing boat, and held the heavy thing in his hand like a warhammer.

The flames of anger burned blazingly in his soul body, as if he had returned to the time when he was alive.

The anger flowed like blood red, washing his soul body into a blood-spattered appearance.

He raised his head, his eyes turned into burning light spots, he put the round shield in front of his body, slapped the shield with the anchor, and roared at the impotent and furious shadow Val'kyr:

"Even in death, I am still a warrior! Anger doesn't just burn in my veins, it roars in my soul! No one can be my master.

Not even death!

You are right, in this world, there is no paradise for me, but I don't care about those, and being able to die as a soldier is the end of my pursuit.

This is a moment of glory for every orc.

Come on, evil.

Fight with me!

For the Horde! ! ! "

"boom"

The angry soul jumped up at this moment, holding the battle shield and slamming at the screaming high-level Val'kyr in front of him, and his loyal Warg Frostclaw also launched an attack from behind.

Just like when they were alive, they fought side by side and hunted side by side.

"Aren't you going?"

Ushales in the scythe said quietly to the pirates watching the show:

"You stunned that poor Wildhammer dwarf, snatched his griffin, flew all the way, and sneaked onto this ship, just to watch the final battle of this orc's soul?

The flames of anger that are still burning after death are burning out his last mental energy every second. If you don't intervene, you will gain nothing. "

"I guess you must not be a fighter."

Holding the scythe, the pirate admired the battle in front of him and said:

"You're a bastard, you can't understand the beauty of this dusk warrior, so shut up and don't disturb my appreciation of elegance."

"Need I remind you? You're a pirate."

Usales said coldly:

"You're not a fighter either, don't put gold on your face! Isn't it an idea that both sides will be hurt and the fisherman will benefit? You villain!"

"I know you still ask? Are you cheap?"

Bu Laike retorted:

"Just because I do bad things doesn't mean I can't give a desperate fighter the last respect. This is his battle, and I have no right to intervene, let alone.

The fool Val'kyr chose the wrong battleground.

The power of the sea is too wild, and I still can't control it. "

The pirate stretched out his hand, stroked the plank at hand, and said:

"This ship is not bad, it's of good quality, I don't want to ruin it."

"Hella has a lot of good stuff in her hands."

——

The battle between Orgrim and the Soulstealer did not last long.

Facing a legendary soul that burns itself, Soul Stealer, a high-ranking Val'kyr with less than legendary strength, is no match at all, not to mention that the orc has the Odin Shield in his hand to restrain her.

Every shield strike of the round shield is accompanied by the anger of the god king against the betrayer, which can knock out her brains.

This is simply impossible to fight.

And every time she wanted to run, she would be forced back to the deck by the elusive pirate with that weird scythe, and after going back and forth for a few minutes, she couldn't stand it anymore.

"boom"

Furious, Orgrim slammed into the Soulstealer's tall body with a powerful shield blow, sending her staggering backwards, her shadow spear snapped open.

This spear is not sharp enough to pierce Odin's shield.

And the pirates also feel that the heat is almost ready,

At the moment when the Soulstealer was knocked back and weakened, he emerged from the shadows.

The hand of death whirled around in the palm of his hand, and Bu Laike used the demigod-level Kul Tiras military swordsmanship, with a super wide range of oblique cuts, and a fierce blow from behind, knocking the high-ranking Val'kyr to the ground .

"Excuse me."

The pirate who appeared from the black smoke-like shadow was still covered with shadows, stepped on Val'kyr's towering chest, waved his war scythe with both hands, and said to the soul stealer under his feet in the attitude of execution:

"Say something to Hela for me."

"you"

"puff"

Before the Soul Stealer's rhetorical question came out, the scythe entangled in the storm of purple soul shards slashed head-on, executed with one blow, and pierced Val'kyr's head with the sharp scythe.

Headshot!

The black lightning wing helmet was split in two and fell next to the still twitching corpse.

"What did you ask her to bring?"

On the other side, the soul of Orgrim Doomhammer glanced at the buckler in his hand, threw it on the ground, half-knelt down again, and reached out to stroke Frostclaw's head.

The great chief didn't look back, but just asked:

"You killed her before you told her."

"It doesn't matter. Death will take my thoughts to Hell, and Hela will understand what I want to say."

Bu Laike picked up the scythe, took out a bag of spell-casting materials, and tossed it in his hand.

He looked to Orgrim and said:

"I'm going to do something bad, and it'll take me a while. If you want to escape, do it as soon as possible."

"If you are not afraid and are willing to make a small sacrifice, then wait there. I will take you to see something that you have never seen in your life."

(end of this chapter)