Azeroth Shadow Trail

Chapter 960 56. Look, Ying (Yan) Ling (King) Hall! ——Apology plus more [13]

Bo Laike did not take the Rainbow Bridge to Valhalla.

Because Odin is hopelessly old-fashioned.

He believes that only great fighters are qualified to walk on the Rainbow Bridge. Bu Laike has nothing to do with fighters in terms of strength or style of doing things.

So, Odin sent his old acquaintance, Queen Edishil, to fetch him.

Because he did not use the "employee channel", Bu Laike arrived at Sky Fortress a little later than the "competitors".

When he was held by Queen Eddie Hill and looked down from the clouds, those warriors were leading the way to the interior of Sky Fortress under the leadership of Heimdall.

There are also some Thundercast Heroic Spirits standing around, probably because the group of mortal warriors who were allowed to enter the Warrior Temple had a little "friction" with each other, causing the Heroic Spirits to confiscate their weapons.

In order to avoid any bloodshed before meeting Odin.

But the heroic spirits obviously underestimated the "hot blood" of the mortal warriors. At least Bu Laike could clearly see that there were fist marks on Dai Lin's face, and the old orc's disheveled hair, and there were marks of sharp claws on Wa Locke's armor.

Muradin was the worst.

A small piece of his precious beard, which he regarded as his life, was pulled off.

Apparently, after the weapons were all collected, these guys took the opportunity to greet each other with fists.

"Tsk tsk, it's really lively."

Bu Laike, who was parading high in the sky, laughed and said:

"Once these bastards are let go, they can beat each other out of the dog's brains. I want to see how Odin can make them twist together.

Speaking of which, Your Majesty, why didn't you see Heya? "

he asked.

Queen Eddie Hill, wearing a half-covered lightning wing helmet, replied casually:

"Heya has already arrived. She is receiving the storm blessing from the rune wizard in the side hall."

"what?"

Bu Laike widened his eyes and said:

"Cheating so openly? You deserve to be one of your own."

"What nonsense!"

The queen used her arms hard, strangling the stinky pirate's waist, and she scolded:

"Because Heya didn't have a deputy, she chose to fight alone, and represented the vrykul in Stormheim, so at our request, the Lord of War gave her extra strength.

But this is not cheating, because Heya will master those powers sooner or later.

She led the shield maidens into Hell and planted the battle flag of courage on Hela's territory, which has spread throughout the entire Stormheim. Even those shameful tidedefying bastards praised Heya's courage.

She was about to usher in her own promotion.

However, Heya felt that she could complete this trial with a mortal body, so the wizards gave her the blessing of the storm first, and the shaping of Val'kyr's body will wait until later. "

"Is there still such a saying?"

Bo Laike stroked his chin and said:

"Grom Hellscream also came here alone, does he also have additional power enhancements?"

"No, he did not."

Queen Eddie Hill said with a cold face:

"Judging from his previous performance, he didn't need it either. After you left from Rune Grove, that reckless and powerful orc almost cut off the body of the rune tree Vidhar.

He rejected the Lord of War's enhancement, and is now enjoying the battle in the Arena of Heroes.

Odin liked him very much. "

"Yeah, one warmonger always looks at another warmonger differently."

Bu Laike pouted and said:

"Except for the shameful massacres that Grom did in the world of Dellano, he is indeed a model warrior, but considering that this guy did not burn, kill and loot in Azeroth, Odin also favors him Excuse me."

"No, the Lord of War is very aware of the blood stained on that orc's hands, and he is also very aware of the terrible sins that Grom has borne. He is a first-timer of a race.

It was difficult for him to find true glory in his life. "

Eddie Hill explained in a low voice:

"Odin felt that he could undertake a more important mission. Only after he had completed the liquidation of his sins would he be qualified to truly set foot in the Hall of Valor."

"Well, it seems that our dear Malonos can't escape the headshot at last, but it's an imperial order, right?"

The stinky pirate laughed in a strange tone, and he said to Queen Eddie Hill:

"Take me directly to the war hall, I don't want them to see me appear, I want to 'make up' first."

"That's a lot to ask for."

The queen complained, and took Laike to turn around in the air, and flew towards the war hall of the Hall of Valor suspended above the clouds.

Below him, the invited warriors were entering the hall of mead in Valhalla.

They walked on a broad avenue paved with golden tiles.

Every brick under their feet contains sacred power, and on both sides of the aisle, the golden brazier is burning with blue soul fire, which means that this sanctuary is not accessible to ordinary people.

Sir Thalorian, who is very literary and artistic, looked at everything in front of him with a sigh of relief. As he walked, he took out his notebook and recorded the scenery of the sky fortress in front of him.

He was amazed by the grand and exquisite golden statues of the Valkyries that exuded a triumphant atmosphere.

And the main body of the Hall of Valor, which is composed of flying wings, domes, and sharp blades, has a very religious style of sanctuary, which makes the elf sword master feel a magnificent beauty that is different from ordinary people.

Everything here is golden.

It looks like a luxurious temple made of gold, but this golden decoration is not tacky.

In addition, the sky above the fortress swayed like a stream of light like burning clouds, making the soldiers seem to be walking in a fairy tale.

"I can't describe it all in words."

Sir Salorian looked at the words he tried to describe with some disappointment, and said:

"These records can't restore one ten-thousandth of the magnificence I saw before my eyes. No one will believe such a story. It's hard for people who haven't seen it with their own eyes to imagine that there is such a paradise in this world.

Maybe I should bring Halduron here.

With his excellent bard talent, he will definitely be able to write an immortal poem that has been sung for thousands of years on the spot. "

"Here, here you are!"

Fenner heard the exclamation of her own people, she pouted and took out a dwarf mechanical camera from her pocket, stuffed it into Sir Salorian's hand, and said:

"Photos cannot be altered, so it cannot be faked.

With your words and photos, no one will dare to say that you are dreaming. Seriously, I think all of us bards should buy a camera and keep it with us.

Times have changed after all. "

"That's right."

Sir Elf smiled heartily and was not polite, picked up the camera supported by Fenner and started taking pictures.

Although the scenery of the Hall of Valor that falls on the photos always feels a little less immersive, but with these photos as evidence, his handwritten diary finally has credibility.

But the fighters are a group of reckless and rude guys. Except for Sir Thalorian, the other fighters' attention is on those huge Thundercast Heroic Spirits.

These guys still maintain their appearance in life, all of them are like titans, they have thunder-cast steel bodies, and the brilliance of war gods, which makes each of them one-on-one against a hundred in the mortal world.

The most exaggerated thing is that every heroic spirit here is carefully selected by Odin in a long time, and each of them is a famous hero among the Vrykul.

Pick one at random, and there will be great achievements of one kind or another.

From this point of view, Odin is really a hopeless heavy "figure king", and now, his "collection desire" has spread from Vrykul to all races in Azeroth.

This means that Odin's collection will inevitably usher in a big explosion in the future.

Heimdall, who led the way for them, was a member of the true guardians of the titans. He was even larger, wearing a mighty thunder-forged armor, carrying a storm sword, and every step made the ground shake.

This is a real titan.

He also exudes an impersonal, but majestic sense of power.

Fenner noticed that there was a pale keel horn hanging from Heimdall's waist. She remembered that Brother Smelly had introduced it to her. It was the "Gallar" horn.

According to the legend of the Vrykul, when the terrible Ragnarok falls, Heimdall, the gatekeeper of heaven, will blow the horn of Galar, awakening the warriors of the Hall of Valor and all the storm dragons to resist the destruction of the world together. disaster.

The Horn of Galar in reality isn't that scary.

But only at important moments, the mighty Heimdall will blow it.

"Cross the mead hall and step onto the Rainbow Bridge. The Lord of War is waiting for you in the hall. Don't keep him waiting."

Heimdall stood outside the door of the mead hall. He turned around and said something to the warriors, and then disappeared in the radiance of the runes. This rigid guy will never have fun while working, and the mead hall is full of people, as if there is a banquet?

Rubbing her chin, Dai Lin was the first to walk into the hall.

I saw a group of heroic spirits sitting on a long table eating and drinking, the meat in their hands would never be finished, and the wine in their cups would never be drunk.

They indulged like true fighters, and there were some arm wrestling on the table.

No one paid any attention to these mortal warriors.

It's not that they can't see it.

It's that these proud heroic spirits disdain to talk to these warriors who have not yet proven themselves. The Hall of Valor is a temple for warriors, and there is a set of rules here.

It is easy to win respect, but it is also difficult.

"Your Majesty Dai Lin!"

When Dai Lin walked through the mead hall, a low voice caught his attention. He looked back and saw a small human heroic spirit sitting at the table, raising the horn cup in his hand to him.

That guy also has a Thundercast body, but he still maintains a human body.

He winked at Dai Lin and said:

"We are all expecting you and His Majesty Jin to beat up these damned greenskins, His Majesty Thoradin even blocked his own shield, we believe that you will not let us down.

Also, after the trial is over, Emperor Thoradin has something to tell you, I will take the initiative to find you when the time comes. "

Dai Lin froze for a moment.

Then he nodded, strode up to the shining Rainbow Bridge in front of him, turned into a ray of light and charged towards the war hall suspended in the higher clouds of the mead hall.

And Va Locke Saurfang in the rear looked at the human heroic spirit who was talking to Dailin just now in doubt, and he felt that this guy's face was a bit familiar.

"What are you looking at! Green skins."

The human spirit noticed Locke's gaze, and he said fiercely to the orc warlord:

"Don't you know me? Let me remind you, Burning Plains"

"Ah, I remember you."

Overseer Wat Locke snorted and said:

"You are the guy who killed several orcs with your teeth. You challenged me recklessly at the end, and I hacked to death with an axe."

"Wait until you finish the trial"

The human spirit gulped down the mead in the cup, stroked the battle ax on his waist, and said to Wa Locke:

"I want to fight you again!"

"Ten more games are fine."

The orc shrugged and said:

"I admire the warriors, and I am never afraid of challenges."

After finishing speaking, he stepped onto the Rainbow Bridge with his big brother and disappeared in a stream of light.

Fenner stepped forward to look at the human heroic spirit, and then looked around, she asked in a low voice:

"Hey, let me ask you something, why are there no elves here?"

"Yes, yes, why are there no dwarf spirits?"

Muradin also came over and asked:

"Our dwarves are obviously very powerful."

"Because elves and dwarves are not under our control."

The human heroic spirit said helplessly:

"No matter what ethnicity the elves are, as long as they believe in the moon god, they will return to the kingdom of Elune after death, and those elves who have betrayed the moon god will go to the shadow world.

As for the dwarves"

He hesitated, and said to Muradin:

"I can't reveal too much, but the dwarves also have their own destination, which is no worse than the Hall of Valor. Don't worry, Prince Muradin. Maybe you will know this secret soon."

The small heroic spirit pointed to the sky, and said mysteriously:

"That is the secret of the gods."

"So, do we dwarves really have some kind of sacred mission?"

Muradin asked with wide eyes.

The human heroic spirit wanted to answer, but the Vrykul next to him bumped his arm. He smiled regretfully and shook his head at Muradin. But it doesn't matter, this action has proved the dwarf's guess.

This lifted Muradin's spirits.

He stepped onto the Rainbow Bridge with a happy mood, and disappeared into a stream of light.

The last two tauren did not ask such a question. The tauren believe in Mother Earth. They are considered shamans. Their souls will return to their ancestors, and they will definitely not come to the Hall of Valor after death.

And in the hall of war, Odin was sitting on his throne that seemed to be burning with light. The titan, who called himself the king of war, looked down at the three groups of people below.

He didn't care about the grievances and hatred between them.

As the guardian of the titans, his vision has long been so far away that he will not be concerned by the mortal world.

These buried hatreds, those pasts they claim to be unforgettable, are not worth mentioning in front of the really important things.

"You are the most powerful fighters in Azeroth, you have made great achievements in battle, you have left your stories in this world and created your legends.

Let me hear about it too.

I personally inspected you and invited you personally. I know that my efforts will be rewarded as they should be, and you will also leave your traces in the land of the gods. "

Odin wasted no time either, his majestic voice echoed in the golden sanctuary.

He said:

"I called you here to choose the most powerful warriors in this world and prepare for the coming disaster. The trial I chose for you is not here.

Hell!

The hell ruled by the evil sea witch is full of souls who cannot escape. If you don't save them, they will face a future more terrible than death.

You will take my will and lead my legion to the real hell.

Challenge Hela in the dark land of the dead, and win the battle! The final winner will receive the supreme award from Valagall.

However, my Heroic Spirits are still questioning you.

Each of them has a commendable feat, and it is not easy to make them willingly accept your commander. "

The Lord of War let out a deep laugh, and said:

"You must show your strength to the heroic spirits, and you must also prove to them that it is the right choice for me to give you this opportunity to win the supreme glory.

Therefore, let your power roar through the Hall of Valor before heading to Hell to fight Hela. Gatekeeper Heimdall, Guardian Al, it is up to you to begin the test of strength.

Now, get ready to fight! "

(end of this chapter)