Azeroth Shadow Trail

Chapter 58 57. The Dragon Slayer (Part 2)

"kuang"

The dragon tail, dancing like a warhammer, lifted up, as if it was about to smash down towards Bu Laike, but the moment it was lifted, the huge dragon tail fell to the ground again because of its weakness.

The pirate holding the soul lamp was not affected at all, but the snow brought up by the shock wave covered his whole body.

The soul-inducing lamp in his hand extended four or five streaks of pale white light, like a chain, deep into Sefiel's slender neck that was cut in half.

This soul arresting lamp seems to have sensed that a strong and weak soul is approaching.

It has to fulfill its mission of existence.

It's going to take that soul.

An ominous ray of light entwined in the broken neck and flesh of the young dragon, like a storm hit. In the howling cold wind, the scream of the young dragon Sefiel turned into a low whimper.

A nearly complete soul was pulled out of the dragon's body bit by bit.

"Do not!!!"

The young dragon screamed.

It is not dead yet, the soul will naturally not leave the body.

But at this time, the dying vitality is receiving the impact of the pollution of the void, making it completely unable to resist the pull and pull of the soul lamp.

The light from hell illuminates the darkness around Laike, making his emaciated body extremely ominous.

His eyes reflected the frantically dancing white light in front of him, giving him the cold aura that a spirit hunter in Hell should have. At his feet, the croaking, shivering little murloc was holding a small jar.

Picking up the sticky dragon blood flowing from the young dragon's wound.

In order not to expose himself, Deathwing used the minimum strength, and the elemental arrow that pierced the young dragon only had a Void Beacon attached to it.

There is no void of flesh and blood pollution.

The corruption in front of him started from the soul, from the inside out. Before Sefiel's soul was defeated, its flesh and blood were still pure and not polluted by the void.

Dragon blood, this is a good thing!

"You should thank me, and you don't have to refuse like this."

Bu Laike held the soul-guiding lamp in both hands, watching the materialized young dragon soul being restrained and dragged away from the body.

He presided over this slightly cruel ceremony, saying:

"My connection with Hell is temporarily cut off by the holy light. Before Hela finds me again, your soul can temporarily reside in the soul lamp.

But Hella will definitely find me.

That madman won't let me go this easy.

Maybe tomorrow, maybe a few days later, its messenger will come with the wrath of Hell. I have a plan to appease this anger, and find another chance to get rid of that lunatic Hela once and for all.

but you

Seifel, you must find a way to save yourself.

Once her emissary finds out, there is a dragon soul in my soul lamp.

I will throw you out without hesitation as a gift to the Queen of Hell, and I believe that this gift is enough to calm all Hela's dissatisfaction with me.

Apart from being an unreasonable, greedy and crazy madman, Her Majesty the Queen is actually quite easy to get along with.

do you understand me?

Be good and obey me.

Given your current situation, I don't think it's rational for you to choose to refuse, and on the bright side, all you've lost is a degenerate, hopeless body.

You're just going to live sadly as a ghost under my control.

But at least you can live, can't you?

Perhaps at some point in the future, you will be able to personally tell your brethren about the news of Deathwing's return to the human world. You care about them, and you don't want them to suffer the same fate as you.

You have to survive first.

So, how are you going to answer me? "

Bu Laike stared at the dragon's weak, hateful and chaotic snake eyes, and then took another look at the sky.

He said with malicious threat:

"I heard the sound of the black dragon flapping its wings. The heir of Deathwing is coming soon. You make a decision quickly. If you wait any longer, I will leave."

"Don't go. Don't leave me"

Sefiel was helpless.

Not since its birth as a dragon had it been so helpless.

It is just a small young dragon, without any legendary stories, let alone experienced a memorable life, but it was forced by fate into this desperate situation.

After all, in terms of the time scale of the dragon, it is still just a child.

Seeing Bu Laike pull away from the soul-guiding lamp, making a gesture to escape into the shadows, Sefiel, who has been infected by the void and already feels that the soul is about to be alienated, is heartbroken.

it yells:

"Come on! Pull out my soul! Quick! The void is pulling me, Lord of Time, it hurts, it hurts, quick!"

"That's right, but I can't do it myself without your help."

Bu Laike turned around and raised the lamp again, he said:

"You have to be weak enough for me to take out your soul, this body is hopeless, you have to throw something away so you can travel light

This is a bit cruel, but it is necessary! "

"wow"

The delirious Sefiel, who had been tortured by the void, heard this, and summoned his last strength, waved his paw, and patted his own neck with one paw.

The sharp dragon claws with the force of death tore apart most of its neck.

This is suicide.

Hot dragon blood mixed with broken dragon scales was sprinkled everywhere.

The silly little murloc, Benbo Erba, was still holding the jar to catch the dragon's blood, but he couldn't dodge, and was sprayed with dragon's blood all over his body, croaking and turning over on the ground.

It strangled its neck, and it was in great pain. It must have accidentally swallowed some.

The pirate picked up the clumsy little murloc, stuffed it into the backpack at his waist, and held the soul lamp with both hands, and a pale arc of light danced from the lamp.

Sefiel was weak enough, and it stopped resisting, and the soul of the young dragon was pulled out faster, and was brought back into the soul lamp by the pale light.

It's a giant dragon.

Its soul is almost as massive as its body.

The pirate felt his hand sank, and another scorching heat flowed down his arm into his body, probably the polluted fragments of Sefiel when his soul was stripped.

Soul Lamp obviously doesn't like the power of the void.

It comes from Hell and is an extension of Hela's power. Before Hela went mad, she was the ultimate creation on the order side, the guardian of the world made by the Titans of the Pantheon who shaped the stars and everything.

Although Hela has been crazy for hundreds of thousands of years now.

But its metamorphic death power still has strong resistance and suppression to the void. When the soul-inducing lamp contained Sefiel's soul, it "cut" all the polluted parts.

Turns out cheap cloth Laike.

These fragments are obviously not as rich as the experience gained from slaughtering a young dragon.

But it was also a surprise.

Throwing in the ranger class casually, the level has risen to level 18, but the experience bar of the pirate class at level 30 is still stuck at 99%, unable to continue to inject experience, making Laike extremely helpless.

In the current state of the Hell Envoy, temporarily sealed by the power of the Holy Light, the soul-guiding lamp cannot be connected to the Hell, and it is safe for Sefiel to live in it.

But it's only temporary.

"We need to talk."

Bu Laike swiftly picked up several jars filled with dragon blood and some intact dragon scales on the ground, then rushed to the griffin hundreds of meters away, and quickly rushed into the night sky.

In the strong wind in the dark night, he raised the soul lamp in front of his eyes, reached out and tapped on the surface.

Say:

"We must talk about the future relationship between you and me.

But you rest first.

Poor Sefiel, the little girl must have been terrified after a bad night, we'll take it easy when you wake up.

Go to sleep, go to sleep, tomorrow is a new day, you and I will have a bright future. But if you still call me the insulting code name 'time residue'

I'll feed you, you arrogant young dragon, to Hela! "

Seifel didn't respond.

The poor young dragon has been temporarily stripped from the timeline by the power of the void, and its future and past, as well as the phantom of time at each point in time, are showing signs of collapse.

For a bronze dragon, this state is infinitely close to real "death".

It had entered the weakest, most powerless state a Time Guardian could possibly exist.

It desperately needs a rest.

And Bu Laike, who was riding on a griffin, hung the soul-inducing lamp on his waist, and glanced at the character card, and found that there was an extra title of "Dragon Slayer" in his title column.

The effect is the same as the title of orc killer. After wearing it, it will enhance the lethality against all dragon creatures, and it will also have movement correction.

"It's useless."

Bu Laike said in a regretful tone:

"With the current strength, there is no chance of winning against young dragons head-on. At best, we can bully those sub-dragons, young dragons, and mixed-blood dragonmen. However, it is said that bathing in dragon blood will strengthen the body.

In the next few months, Dragonmaw orcs will probably start drinking red dragon blood to ward off the debilitating effects of fel blood, proving that this claim is not groundless.

Ok.

Once in the Hinterlands, give it a try. "

——

An hour after Laike left, a huge shadow gathered itself and glided down through the cold Alterac night, a dragon covered in black scales.

Just looking at the body length of more than seventy meters, one can tell that this is an adult black dragon.

And judging from its special arrangement of dragon horns growing like a crown, the elegant purple fin-like spine on its back, and especially huge claws and eyes.

This is still a female black dragon.

It should be the blood of the Dragon King, Neltharion, the pure blood descendant of Deathwing.

"found it."

It was cruising over the dense forest of the snow-capped mountains, as if patrolling its own territory, and quickly found its target. The body of the bronze baby dragon Sefiel was lying in a pool of blood.

The entire neck was cut by one-third of his own dragon claws, and a pair of yellow snake pupils and longan eyes had already lost the luster of life.

"Tch, it's a bit decisive to commit suicide."

The black dragon landed in the dense forest, and quickly transformed into a black-haired, black-eyed, graceful lady in a long skirt. She folded her arms and looked at the corpse as large as a hill in front of her.

shook his head and said:

"I hate corpses, but my unseemly big brother seems to enjoy playing with them, and he might be able to sew another monster out of this poor baby dragon's corpse.

Ok?

What about the soul of this bronze dragon? Father did it himself, there should be a soul corrupted by the void inside this corpse! The body is still missing.

Missing dragon horns, some dragon scales, a few dragon claws and tendons are missing, there is still a smooth cut in the neck, someone else has been here before me! "

The black dragon lady took a few steps forward, and it explored all around, but found no valuable remnants.

But when it stretched out its hand and released a dragon language magic, it immediately felt a residual energy that was colder than the surrounding snow-capped mountains.

"It's the power of death."

Ms. Heilong took a step back cautiously, then narrowed her seductive and beautiful eyes.

"Is it hell? Or that annoying troll loa? But Alterac is not their traditional sphere of influence, how could their servants appear here?

Ok.

do not care.

Those levels that I can't intervene in, let my cruel father handle it, but I guess it won't care too much. All it needs to go to war tonight is this corpse. "

(end of this chapter)