Azeroth Shadow Trail

Chapter 921 18. Is this your attitude of asking for help?

"tear up"

Bu Laike tore a page from the Nagfar ship ticket book that had not been used for a long time, and stuffed it into the hand of the weak Narmus. He said:

"Let's write your name. There is one less stinky hunter on my boat. I think you are good."

"No need."

Narmus Gaoling, who was leaning on the Eagle Spear, shook his head weakly. He felt the calling of his soul from the ticket in front of him. He knew that as long as he wrote down his name, he could end this lonely soul. Ghost career.

But he chose to refuse.

He stroked the dull eagle's claw in his hand, and said with a smile:

"That's enough. You can enter Hell only after you die. Together with you and Heya, you and Heya beheaded Gorm and the warriors of Hela, turning Hell upside down. This is enough for me to become a legend in Highmountain.

This is the best ending I can think of.

I'm tired.

It is time for me to return to the ranks of my ancestors. "

"Wow, you Kaolin cattle really know how to brag. If I hadn't killed Gao Mu myself, I would have believed it."

The smelly pirate joked:

"I thought the skill of bragging was unique to your soul walker Black Horn, but I didn't expect you all to know it.

Huln Highmountain did play well in the War of the Ancients back then, but it was hyped up by you descendants, as if he alone could wipe out the Burning Legion. "

"Where is this bragging?"

Narmus shrugged and said:

"It's just an artistic exaggeration. It's a matter of literature and art. A stinky pirate like you won't understand it."

"Speak seriously."

The pirate laughed, his tone became serious, and he said:

"The Shadow Realm is not as beautiful as you think. Their judgment of good and evil is very strange. You may not be able to go to the Blazing Wilderness to meet Hu En. Because of your complicated past, you may also be assigned to the promotion fortress Or Revenders go.

You don't have to know what those names mean, you just need to know that it's not a good thing.

Or go to my boat.

Or just have to."

"It's okay, I deserve these things, good or bad, I'm not even afraid of death, what am I still afraid of?"

Narmus couldn't hold it any longer, and sat down on the ground.

He looked at the eagle's claws on the ground in front of him, and said to Bu Laike:

"Before I leave, I have one last thing to ask you"

"swish"

The outrageously large soul stone that bound Gorm's soul was thrown to Narmus, and Bu Laike said without looking back:

"You did your own thing, you ruined the glory of Eagle Claw, now you make up for it with your own hands, this is fate, don't entrust your own affairs to me.

Hurry up.

Didn't you see a big monster coming out of the ground? "

Bu Laike scolded, making Narmus Kaolin curl his lips.

The stinky pirate really had the nerve to say that he was the one who destroyed the sacred relics of Highmountain. He took a look at the eternal battlefield wrapped in mist, and it was exactly as Laike said.

A looming giant is already crawling out of the crack.

The entire land of Hell was shaking. Instead of taking the opportunity to attack, those Helagars ran around in panic. Obviously, these Hela's servants were also afraid of the monster that was about to appear.

Kaolin cattle no longer hesitated.

He grabbed the eagle's claw and stabbed it hard into the soul stone under his feet. Gorm's bark lingered on the spear, and the animal power of a death demigod was reabsorbed by the hungry spear.

In the hands of Narmus, it is changing and taking new forms.

But that has nothing to do with the smelly pirates.

Surrounded by his three war beasts, he was half-kneeling there, checking the wounds of the sky.

very bad.

Really bad.

Gao Mu's vicious helmet broke the spine of the sky. Most of the bones in its body have been shattered, and it can't move at all. Moreover, because of serious injuries, its soul is also being pulled by the death breath of hell.

There is only one breath left to hang his life.

Not even the call of the pirate with the heart of the beast could wake it.

"This bird is going to die, you should quickly think of a way, you stinky pirate, I'm so anxious to see you beside me."

Frostpaw jumped up and down beside Boo Laike urging.

It's the self-proclaimed Jean Bu Laike who wants to slap it twice, will it talk? Before, I thought this stinky wolf was very disobedient, but now that I can understand what it says, I feel that it is even more annoying.

How did Orgrim stand it?

"Me too."

The scarred Dajiao squatted beside Bu Laike, and said something in a low voice.

you.

Can't you just say something else?

It's the same sentence back and forth, co-authoring Frostpaw can read minds, right? Say what you want to say every time? And what's the matter with your self-proclaimed name?

Is that what the bears of Northrend call themselves?

its not right.

Tur Ragepaw also calls himself "I".

Is your bad taste a Northeast bear?

Ning is Xiong Da?

"The sky needs healing, maybe you can find Germany, I mean, those weird elves!"

The black-feathered falcon perched on the shoulder of the pirate is also very talkative.

Miss Hisalie Black Crow has the heart of a beast thanks to Bu Laike, and can listen to the voice of the beast, but she can't tell who she is speaking, so she is extraordinarily active.

While running down the feathers with the beak, he suggested:

"Perhaps the priests will do."

Hello!

Miss Black Crow, should I remind you? Beasts don't speak so coherently, just look at Frostpaw's unidentified speech.

You are so smart that you will be discovered by some stinky pirate.

Of course, the complaints belong to the complaints, and Bu Laike still cares about it. He stuffed a few healing stones into the mouth of the unconscious sky, and said to the worried war beasts:

"I have an idea to save Sky, but it must go back to Tol Barad first. Bighorn, you leave Hell with Sky on your back, and Frostclaw and Swift Shadow will escort Bighorn.

You wait for me outside, let Queen Eddie Hill stabilize the soul of the sky first and not leave the body.

I'll be there later. "

"But what if the woman doesn't help?"

Frostpaw howled and said:

"I don't have your eloquence, so I can't convince her. And she is too stupid, maybe she can't understand what I said."

"She'll help."

The smelly pirate waved his hand, slammed Frostpaw on the head, and cursed:

"Correct your damned oral habit! If I hear you talk like this again, I'll beat you up, get out of here."

Bu Laike raised the sky, placed it behind the big horn, fixed its broken spine with a few ropes and wood, and watched the three war beasts protect the sky and run to the entrance of hell.

He was both worried and complaining.

What he was worried about was the situation of the sky, and what he complained about was that these war beasts were really active in their thinking, and he didn't know how Rexxar usually talked to his few beasts.

That stuffy gourd temper might depress several of his war beasts to death.

But it might be the other extreme. Although Rexxar usually looks like a patient with severe social phobia, he might have a good chat with the beasts in private.

He shook his head, putting the thought aside.

Bu Laike stood up and glanced at the Odin Battle Banner that had been rooted in the land of Hell. It possessed divine power, and unless Hela completely destroyed this land, it would not be able to destroy it.

Such a flag standing here is definitely the extreme ridicule of ** Odin's rebellious daughter Hela, saying that the output of riding a face is not enough to describe the seriousness of this humiliation.

With Hela's unstable mentality, once she finds out about this thing, she will absolutely blow her hair.

"Not bad, I will make a few flags like this in the future."

Bu Laike nodded, and looked back at the Supreme Shield Maiden who was sitting there resting. This guy was so big that he was as tall as Bu Laike sitting there.

In front of Heya, the Valagar sword left by Vigvers Daofeng after his death was stuck in the muddy water, but facing the warrior's artifact, Heya didn't reach out to touch it.

"Why don't you take it?"

Bu Laike took out the flagon and took a sip of wine for himself. After drinking the wine, he recovered one-third of his health and the recovery speed was significantly accelerated. It's not that the pirate's self-healing power is not strong enough

It's really because his health bar is too long.

The length of the blood bar can definitely make a group of forty people who fell from the sky despair. This is definitely not a BOSS that can be suppressed by relying on T to pull it well, milk is powerful, and DPS uses heroic pumping.

It is definitely a boss with a special mechanism. The team that can't fight will definitely cry in front of the stinky pirates.

In the face of his questioning, Heya did not show the same resistance and indifference as before. Although she still hated a stinky man like Bu Laike, the pirate beheaded Gorm, which proved his strength.

She can disrespect the pirate's gender, but she must respect power.

She stared at the two battle swords in front of her, was silent for a moment, and said in a low voice:

"I do not deserve."

"Ok?"

Bo Laike made a confused nasal sound and said:

"You are also responsible for the death of Vigvers Daofeng, why don't you deserve it?"

"It was Narmus who killed it, not me, and that is the glory of the brave tauren, not mine."

Heya clasped the soil with both hands, she gritted her teeth and said:

"All I get is shame. I am not worthy of the title of Supreme Shield Maiden. I have shamed my people. I am not worthy of these two weapons. I cannot convince myself to hold them."

"Strange thought."

Pirates can't understand this kind of brain circuit. No matter which race or value is used to judge Heya's record today, it can be called a brilliant victory.

As far as she personally planted Odin's battle flag on the eternal battlefield, she definitely has a place in the Hall of Valor.

But perhaps this is the pride of a genius.

They always take others' end as their starting point, and impose strict requirements on themselves, which pirates never treat themselves like.

But the world's malice was always directed against him.

If possible, who wouldn't want to comfortably defeat Dakar, get the Eagle Spear, and end the Wilderness Trial happily?

Ugh.

The smelly pirate sighed melancholy.

He walked towards the two battle swords in front of him. Heya didn't want them, but Laike didn't care. These two swords just happened to be taken back to lure the idiot Fenner to do something she didn't want to do.

That idiot would definitely give his all for these two swords, and he didn't frown at all.

Thinking so, Bu Laike stretched out his hand to hold the two battle swords.

Before he could check the attribute entry, a deep voice rang in the pirate's ear. If there was nothing, it seemed that someone far away was speaking.

"Put them there."

"Ok?"

Bo Laike recognized the deep, commanding voice.

He raised his head and glanced at the dark sky of Hell, and asked knowingly:

"Who is speaking?"

"I, Odin, Lord of War."

The voice announced itself, and said:

"Don't take my sword out of Hell, just leave it there, it makes for a great 'prize', but it takes brave warriors to go to Hell, where the Wicked Witch and her mad minions Get hold of it yourself.

Leave it there.

Bu Laike Shaw, I have seen all your wonderful battles today. With a mortal body, you have achieved a feat that even the heroic spirits under my command could not do.

Your success is also like a shot in the arm, making the whole of Valarjar extremely rejoicing. You inspired the courage of my warriors, and you gave them the strength to defeat powerful enemies.

This is a great feat, and I want to give you an invitation.

At some point in the future, I will invite you into the Hall of Valor."

"I haven't lived enough."

The pirate immediately refused:

"And I'm not a fighter, although it was possible to take this path at first, but I think it is difficult to be a good fighter with my style of acting.

So I'm glad I didn't choose the path of anger in the first place. "

"No no no."

Odin corrected:

"It's not the kind of invitation you understand, but a real invitation. A feast belonging to the warriors is about to begin. As a grand event hosted by me, spectators need to come.

You fit perfectly, I'll drop them! pirate! I said, leave them in Hell! I have my own arrangements for this! "

"What does your arrangement have to do with me?"

Bu Laike picked up the two holy blades of anger in the mud and waved them in his hands to look at them. These two weapons were very heavy. It seemed that they were specially forged for warriors, not suitable for assassins.

The stinky pirate played a set of Jedi swordsmanship that was impressive but had zero practicality, looked up at the sky again, and said:

"Besides, this is your attitude when you ask people to do things? When the Titans shaped you, didn't they add a 'polite module' to you?"

"you"

Odin was obviously very angry.

But Bo Laike still had fire in his heart, and he said:

"Don't think I don't know what your colleagues want to do when they invite Dai Lin and Fenna to join your grand event. You are not satisfied after watching the father's kindness and filial piety, right? Do you want to watch another show of filial piety and respect for the father?

You are enough.

My family's affairs are not your good show, how about I team up with Hela now and find a way to kill the Hall of Valor and give you a live performance? Let the Heroic Spirits keep their eyes open. "

"That was just an accident. Power chose them, not me."

Odin was a little embarrassed, and there was no way to continue the angry scolding. It was his fault, so he could only explain:

"Don't worry, brave mortal, I will not deliberately provoke their conflicts"

After a few seconds of silence, the Lord of War said softly:

"'Please' put the two swords there, will you?"

"It's not impossible."

The pirate snorted, rolled his eyes and said:

"give me a hand."

(end of this chapter)