Azeroth Shadow Trail

Chapter 66 65. Boo Laike's Career Crisis

Nearly half a month ago, when Laike was receiving treatment from Pope Alonsus Faol in Lordaeron, the legendary priest cut off his link with Hell with the blessing of the Holy Light.

He knew then that the meeting tonight would definitely happen.

Ever since Hela was occupied by that lunatic Hela until now, in the hundreds of thousands of years, no soul that Hela watched could escape from that ghostly place.

Bu Laike has been marked with the mark of Hell, and he cannot escape.

However, Faol's temporary kindness brought Bu Laike this "little" trouble at the moment. The blessing of the Holy Light may be regarded as a provocation by Hela.

It might even be seen as a sign of Bu Laike's defection.

After all, Hela is a lunatic, who can guess what a lunatic is thinking?

Braike fought in the gloomy and cold coastal fog, and soon he saw an old acquaintance in the fog, the navigator of the Naglfar, Hablon, the soul-caller of hell, standing on the sea outside the beach .

Where he stood, the sea water stopped flowing.

And behind him, the ghost ship Naglfar, the deadly and deep keel battleship, quietly floated above the sea water, like a stranded death behemoth sailing out of the abyss.

Hundreds of heavily armed Kvaldir mist warriors covered in seaweed barnacles were staring at the dark green will-o'-the-wisp eyes, looking at Bu Laike Shaw who emerged from the shadows.

Their gazes were anything but friendly.

Just like the staring of Hablon, the soul-inviting man in a thick crimson robe and a gray hood, Bo Laike's soul felt as if it was frozen.

The current situation proved the worst guess in Bo Laike's mind.

They are not here to question, investigate, and still less come to aid.

They are here for execution!

This can be seen from Hablon's left hand, which is pale white mixed with an ominous black light. This weapon is really like the legendary soul-harvesting blade of the Reapers.

It is full of the majesty of death, and also a sense of ritual before execution.

"I can explain."

Bu Laike stretched out his hands unscrupulously, and made a military salute gesture of a certain country that represented "goodwill" and "renunciation of resistance" in every world.

He said to the soul-leader in the increasingly cold and thick fog:

"This was an accident. In the half month since I lost contact with Hell, I continued to serve the queen every day. My loyalty to the queen has not changed in the slightest.

If your Excellency the soul guide can put down the scythe in your hand and give me a little time.

I can prove this with something. "

"When your soul reaches the Hell on the other side, Her Majesty the Queen will be happy to sit on her throne and listen to your defense. After all, you have gained her precious trust, Spirit Hunter."

Hablon said in a tone that fit the tone of a dead man:

"But it's a pity that you have failed that trust."

"I don't!"

The pirate argued loudly:

"I just encountered an accident. The encounter with the Holy Light was not voluntary. You should be able to understand, soul guide, there are many forces on this continent that I cannot resist.

There is also another identity of mine, you know, how should I put it, it is a bit more special. I am not playing with lies and trying to deceive you.

See, I bring proof of loyalty. "

He threw his soul lamp over, but the latter didn't reach out to pick it up.

The thrown soul-inducing lamp was held up like an invisible hand, and was sent to the soul-inducing person in the ghost claws turned into cold mist.

He scanned the few things in front of him with gray eyes.

There are more than a dozen screaming souls in the soul lamp, all from the elite orcs harvested along the way, each soul is very irritable, full of anger and unwillingness.

Those screams represent their vitality.

Just like the souls of the orc warriors who were constantly sent to Hell by Bu Laike during this period of time, they were rare good things in the tide of souls that Hell paraded on the sea in the past.

"That's not enough."

The spirit guide shook his head, he looked at Bo Laike and said:

"The queen's anger is quite intense."

"So I have an even better gift, dedicated to my supreme Queen of Hell."

The pirate grinned, and took out another soul stone from the magic bag, and threw it to the soul-inducing Hablon, who reached out and took it in his hand this time.

The soul stone cast by the evil energy made his eyes show disdain.

But the soul stored in the soul stone made him unable to resist reaching out and touching it.

"what!"

Following Hablon's fingers, the orc warlock, the soul of Keridan the Breaker, was easily pulled out from the soul stone, and turned into light spots, and fell into the hands of the soul educer.

Hablon is obviously very interested in such souls.

He put Keridan's soul under his nose, sniffed it lightly, and said with satisfaction:

"Well, this soul is indeed different."

"It is infested with the poison called ambition, and sublimated in the distillation of arrogance and violence. What flows in its body is not blood, but viciousness and madness.

It succumbs to its own desires, basking in the illusion of power.

Let the darkness ferment in your thinking, and in the constant conspiracy, turn yourself into a bottle of mellow and depraved old wine.

smell it.

This decadent sweetness. "

The soul-introducer let out a deep laugh.

He put this soul into the soul lamp on his waist, and he said:

"It will become the queen's new plaything. The queen will definitely like your carefully selected gift, but her anger"

"I know, I know, I made a big mistake."

Seeing Hablon's reaction, Laike breathed a sigh of relief. He took out the remaining soul stones from his bag and handed them to Hablon. He would be very humble.

He said:

"After being blocked by the Holy Light, I have been preparing for this self-justification, and I was lucky, I found these unique souls for the queen.

There are many more here, all as special as that one. "

"really."

Hablon held the four or five soul stones handed over by Bu Laike in his hand, carefully distinguishing each soul, as Bu Laike boasted, the souls of these orcs are quite "chic".

This also aroused the interest of the soul guide himself, he asked:

"So, spirit hunter, where did you find these fallen souls who were born to belong to Hell?"

"They're from the same place, spirit-caller."

Rubbing his hands together, Bu Laike explained:

"An organization called the Shadow Council is full of such scumbags. I have noticed their speciality, and I have been hunting them down for Her Majesty the Queen.

And now, I have a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. "

He looked at Hablon and said:

"I have learned that the leader of the Shadow Council, the most depraved and darkest villain that can be found in the mortal world, a peerless villain who may not appear in a thousand years, is planning a dangerous thing.

I already have a plan.

I intend to dedicate that hideous and extraordinary dark soul to our supreme Majesty the Queen as the most perfect tribute after my negligence of duty, hoping to seek forgiveness from Her Majesty the Queen.

I'm sure I can do it.

But I still need time. "

He paused, and said to Hablon who was looking at him meaningfully:

"Please soul guide you, first transfer these souls to Her Majesty the Queen, and then pass them on to our Majesty for me, I know that I have failed her trust.

This sin requires the greatest sacrifice to be healed.

I am willing to go through life and death for the queen, to challenge a powerful enemy that I am no match for. I hope that such dedication can prove my loyalty again.

I only need a month

In a month, I'll have a real gift for her.

Not that I boast.

This is definitely the best and most perfect gift that Her Majesty the Queen has received in the past hundreds of thousands of years. I will personally deliver it to Queen Hela.

And all she needs to do is wait.

Give me a little more, paltry patience. "

"patience?"

Hablon smiled, his gray unforgiving eyes, fixed on Bo Laike, and said:

"What you are asking for is the most generous blessing that Her Majesty the Queen can give you.

Your appetite is really big, spirit hunter, but for the sake of these 'gifts' that will definitely make Her Majesty happy, I will convey it for you.

But, you brought in other people. "

The soul-leader looked beyond the mist into the dark shadows, and said hoarsely:

"Is that hiding female orc your companion? Or an ignorant soul who is lost and intends to enjoy the scenery of Hell? Well, if you can add her to your gift, it will be even more perfect.

Believe me.

Spirit hunter, if there is such a tough soul that has endured many hardships dedicated to the queen, the trust you crave will be satisfied immediately, and the queen will even reward you generously. "

Bu Laike shrugged and said:

"That's just a fool who doesn't know anything about the shadow of death, Soul Inviter, and I need her power for my plan, and with all due respect.

If she wants to run away, even with your help, I can't keep her. "

"You underestimate Hell, my companion."

Hablon withdrew his gaze, picked up the soul lamp, and said faintly:

"Her Majesty intended to use your execution tonight to warn her other subordinates. She specifically ordered you to suffer. Therefore, I brought Gorm, the vicious dog who guards the gate of the Kingdom of Shadows.

If you need her, she will die here tonight without any accidents.

As long as you nod, my companion. "

Bu Laike blinked his eyes, without much thought, he shook his head regretfully, and said:

"Without her help, I couldn't hunt that darkest soul for the queen.

Her presence is necessary, my companion.

So, tonight, supreme death, please let her go with some kindness. "

"as you wish."

Hablon closed his eyes, and sent Bu Laike's "sincerity" to the distant hell with his soul-inducing lamp as a relay. After a while, the soul-inducing man opened his eyes again.

The scythe in his hand dissipated, and he said to Bo Laike:

"The queen is very interested in those few souls and your slightly exaggerated promise. She will give you a month, but, spirit hunter, this is your last chance.

If you let her down again"

"I understand, I understand how sad that end is."

Bu Laike straightened his back and said seriously:

"Because I am afraid of the result, I will go all out, but in this process, I may need some help from the Nagfar.

I need to go across the sea. "

"We will answer your call."

The soul guide waved his hand and said:

"Also, it's not enough to go all out, Spirit Hunter, your only way to repent is success, any failure will make you irreparable.

come forward! "

Bu Laike shrugged his shoulders and took a step forward. Hablon raised his left hand and slashed downwards. Phantom shadows of ghost scythes slashed across Bu Laike's body and slashed at his soul.

Under his regretful gaze, the blessing of Holy Light bestowed upon him by His Majesty Faol was torn apart in an instant.

Those howling holy lights danced around Laike like light spots, but soon disappeared into the gloomy night, and he felt the sticky coldness again.

"Seize your last chance."

Hablon turned and walked back to the deck of the Naglfar, stepping through the frozen water. When he held the decayed rudder wheel, the sea resumed its swaying.

Looking at Bo Laike as the Keelship slowly sank into the water, he warned:

"Few people can get a precious second chance in the hands of the queen, spirit hunter. Cherish it, just like cherishing the life you have now."

The pirate watched the Hell Envoy leave.

A few seconds later, in the dissipating mist, he said to the empty shadow behind him:

"Now, are you relieved? Ma'am, you see, the pursuit of Gul'dan is of great significance to me. If you fail, you will be controlled again and still alive.

Although humiliating.

But at least you can save your life.

but if i fail

I'm done.

It's almost like dancing on eggs.

So, stop wasting time and start my second phase of training. "

(end of this chapter)