Azeroth Shadow Trail

Chapter 248 67. Come, join me in admiring the beauty of the world when it changed its course because of me (Part 1)

The same divine power extraction ceremony comes from the gift of knowledge from the pirate king Zemlan.

On the Val'kyr body of Hydana Soulstealer, Bu Laike cut his palm and extracted the death power that Hela bestowed on the high-ranking Val'kyr.

The process is simple.

But this time the pirates had little to gain.

The vicious and unlucky Val'kyr in front of him is not Hela's confidant and elite, otherwise he would not have been sent to this place far away from Hell to do odd jobs of soul plundering.

The death power that Hela gave her is not even a trace.

That kind of dangerous power is very different from Tyr's scorching arcane power and the shadow power that makes Bo Laike feel comfortable.

The moment it was pulled out of the Soul Stealer, the pirate felt decayed, withered and cold, like touching a piece of eternal ice, which made Laike's body chill.

That little divine power is death.

It represents the boundary between life and death, a taboo of absolute indifference, a gap that mortals cannot cross.

Symbolizes the end of all things.

It's also very raw, very pure.

It is probably because the user's power level is too low, and he does not have much feeling and understanding of the rules of death, so he has not formed the advanced divine power like Hela and Bwonsamdi.

This bit of death power does not match Laike's three professions, and cannot be transformed and absorbed. Just like Tyr's arcane power, it is temporarily stored here by the pirates.

In the divine power column of the character card, there is a second gray power that cannot be used.

Orgrim Doomhammer watched the whole process.

The orc warchief and his loyal wargs said nothing.

They knew that this process was evil. When Bu Laike completed the ceremony, the body of the high-ranking Val'kyr, which was between the virtual and the real, turned into a cloud of dust and was blown into the cold sea wind mist.

After completing the ceremony, the pirate patted the ship beside him with satisfaction. All the Hella pioneers sent by Hela were dead, and the dilapidated ship belonged to him.

"Great, another boat from her."

Bu Laike got up suddenly, looked at Orgrim in front of him, he took out the empty soul lamp from the magic bag, held it in his hand, and said to the soul of the great chief:

"Orgrim Doomhammer, Warchief of the Old Horde, Chief Butcher of the Greenskins, Backstabber, what does it feel like to die? You seem to have a lot of questions.

Especially after experiencing these things after death, do you have many questions to ask? "

"Who are you?"

Orgrim's soul was weak, and after death he aroused wrath, fighting with dead creatures, and the active force broke the integrity of his soul.

But he was not afraid, he just looked at the pirate in front of him and said:

"You look like a very mysterious person. Why haven't I heard of you in this world for nearly seven years?"

"No, you should have heard of me."

Bu Laike took off the black clothes that were used to cover him, brushed his hair, and took out the long-unused flame blade Sankesu and held it in his hand.

When he saw this legendary blade, the great chief knew it immediately.

"You're the 'orc killer'? Bu Laike Shaw, participated in the hunt for Old Dahl, and joined forces with Red and Garona to kill Gul'dan?"

"Did that shameless fellow Reid tell you that? It's really straightforward."

Bu Laike complained:

"I clearly told him to make up a better story.

Forget it, this job is a bit too difficult for an orc, especially an orc like Red. Come on, I said I will take you to see something that you have never seen in your life.

I'm short on time, let's go now. "

He beckoned to Orgrim, and moved the Soul Lamp forward.

The great chief felt that the lamp in front of him was attracting his soul, he hesitated for a moment, touched the head of the ghost wolf at hand, without any resistance, he let the soul-attracting lamp absorb himself into it.

The loyal Frostclaw neighed, and followed his master into the Soul Lamp.

The pirate tied the somewhat heavy lamp around his waist, turned around and jumped into the sea, swimming quickly under the water like a dolphin, arrived at the coast not far away, and found the griffin snatched from the Wildhammer dwarves.

Riding on this violent beast, he flew back towards the Burning Plain.

After going back and forth, by the time the pirates returned to the battlefield, the war under the Blackrock Spire was basically over.

The orcs scattered and fled as expected.

The alliance was broken into pieces, and under the leadership of the commanders, the various troops attacked in all directions to capture the orcs. A commander like Dai Lin who hated the green skins to the bone even issued a kill order to his army .

And the soldiers who are in high spirits at this meeting, as if they are tireless, the joy of the great victory is inspiring their minds, making them roar, slap their swords and shields, and drive their horses. The green skins who fled in a hurry chased the entire Burning Plain and ran around.

On Black Rock Mountain, after the frontal battlefield collapsed, the Bronzebeard dwarves tried to seize the door.

The dwarves wanted to take advantage of the fact that the Alliance army was on the battlefield, and try to attack Blackrock Tower and Darkforge City controlled by the Dark Iron Dwarves.

Those muscular dwarves who looked simple and honest, but were actually cunning, almost captured the gate of Blackrock Tower, but they were chased away by Red Blackhand, who had been waiting for the opportunity, and led his own orc warriors like a heavenly soldier. go out.

During their fierce battle, the Dark Iron dwarves of Darkforge City, who had been observing the battlefield, also noticed the war ambitions of the Bronzebeard dwarves.

In the second half, the army of the Black Iron Dwarves rushed out decisively, helping Red's orcs repel the Bronzebeard dwarves who took the door, and sealed the door of the Blackrock Tower again.

"Go, go, go to your master. I hope the neck of that hapless bastard didn't break when he fell."

When the griffin flew to a side peak of Black Rock Mountain, Bu Laike jumped down with the soul-guiding lamp, and shouted to the ferocious griffin that turned around and flew over to grab him with its claws:

"You vicious little bird, hurry up and find your master! If you make trouble again, I will pluck your eagle feathers!"

Driven by him, the clever military griffin howled twice, turned around and flew away towards the direction where his knight fell.

The pirate flicked the griffin feathers stained on his body, put down the soul-inducing lamp on his waist, and released Orgrim's soul.

Bu Laike politely made a "please" gesture, and the chief looked in the direction of his finger. There were still sporadic battles on the battlefield where the smoke of gunpowder still remained.

But above the corpses everywhere, with his ghostly vision, he could already see the souls of those soldiers who died in battle.

Not just those souls.

In the sky that ordinary people can't see, there are some strange creatures flying around.

It was a human-like creature with blue skin.

But each is taller than a human, even taller than an orc. Both men and women wear very holy armor and white robes.

Most have a pair of huge wings.

There is a hint of blue in the white, with smooth feathers, and when the wings are opened, there is a very sacred feeling.

They will fly from some invisible door in the sky, and land beside the dazed souls on the battlefield.

They talked with those souls, and like the legendary angels, they held those souls in their arms and flew them into the sky. Just from where these weird creatures come from, take those souls to another world.

Orgrim could see clearly, right in front of a high elf kneeling and praying beside her comrade's corpse, her comrade was being taken away by that giant blue angel-like creature.

But the elf didn't notice it.

Mortal eyes cannot see them, nor perceive them.

"Those blue squishy angels are called Grien."

Beside the great chief, the pirate picked up a white griffin feather from the ground, stroked it in his hand, and explained to Orgrim:

"They come from the Shadow Realm, they are the guides of the world of the dead, and they are responsible for bringing the souls who have just died from each world to the world after death.

When the Veil of Life and Death was still strong, they were the only creatures in the Shadowlands who could freely cross the boundary between life and death. All the original descriptions of "angels" in Azeroth and all worlds originated from them.

Their wings shelter souls, carrying them across the veil of life and death, across the planes of torture and imprisonment, to rebirth and the gift of eternity.

These souls will be brought into the eternal city Olympus, the dead souls from countless worlds will be judged by the eternal arbitrator in the heart of the shadow world.

Souls with good intentions will go to the holy fortress of promotion.

The pure and natural soul will fall into the quiet blazing blue fairy field.

A warlike spirit, responds to an angry Maldraxxus.

The flawed and fallen soul will blend into Revendreth under the night.

The first three all sounded good.

But Revendreth is bad, it is a purgatory of the soul, and those souls who are punished there need to atone for their mistakes and corruptions in life.

The journey of redemption is not easy. "

The pirate sighed, touched his shoulder, and said:

"Some assholes from there told me.

If I go there, the stele that records my sins will be as big as a mountain! Sounds like a really bad place to be.

Orgrim Doomhammer, where do you think you would be assigned if you went to the world of the dead? "

Facing this question, the great chief hesitated for a moment, and he said:

"That Val'kyr, she told me that I would be sent to the Maw, which is a worse place than the Revendreth you mentioned, right? It's the hell of the soul.

Eternal suffering, no relief. "

"That's what she did to scare you."

The pirate laughed, looking at the Kyrian angels who were guiding souls on the battlefield in front of him.

He was silent for a few seconds and said:

"You will most likely be assigned by the arbitrator to Maldraxxus, which is the eternal destination of you warriors. If you are there, you may become a psychic lord wielding death and withering.

But because the Eternal Warrior Lord who manages there may have disappeared, so after you go there, you will probably be involved in the infighting of the five secret courtyards immediately.

Spend the eternity after death in the midst of intrigue and constant warfare.

Everyone around you will try to kill you and take your anima, and you can kill everyone and climb on top of their corpses if you're strong enough. "

"Hmm, sounds like a good place."

Orgrim's weak soul showed a smile, and then he said:

"But you won't let me go, will you?"

"Yes, I'm here to kill you."

The pirate raised the white griffin feather in his hand, and said to the soul beside him without turning his head:

"I didn't invite you here to show you these Kyrians.

These blue bastards are a group of dogmatic idiots, commanded by an incompetent, confused, weak, and posturing Eternal.

They were never the crux of the matter.

Just like their status in the Shadow Realm, they are just dispensable guides.

I want you to accompany me here to see something more important.

It starts from the moment you die.

The established destiny of this world, through your death, began to slip out of the track, it has begun to divert, it has diverted because of me. From the moment I handed that sword over to Lothar, the change has come. "

The pirate spread his arms, and in the cloudy sky and the shadow cast by the sun, he breathed a sigh of relief and said:

"Look up at the sky."

Orgrim raised his head, at the end of his line of sight, above the hazy sky, there were vortexes dancing like yellow quicksand.

There are a lot of those vortexes, just like the stars in the sea of ​​stars, they are still shining continuously.

Something is happening.

It should be some kind of powerful force that seems to be moving the world, but nothing in the world is changed because of its presence.

"That's the timeline we're in, being abolished by the bronze dragons."

Bu Laike also looked at the sky and said sweetly:

"This means that this timeline will be abandoned by the time guardians, just like a sophisticated system will be completely discontinued, and will never be corrected and maintained.

All the history that has been established, has happened, is happening, and has not yet happened will cease to exist!

What will happen in the future, even the most powerful prophet will not be able to predict. Maybe a meteorite will hit the world in the next moment, causing the extinction of all things.

Perhaps in the next moment, I will be struck to death by lightning from the sky before your eyes, and I will go to the world of the dead one step ahead of you.

However, the scenery in front of me that was born because of me is really beautiful, right? "

(end of this chapter)