Azeroth Shadow Trail

Chapter 961 57. Master Odin, you don’t want to go whoring for nothing, do you——Apologize and add more【23】

Odin is the most combative among the guardians of the titans, and he is also a full-fledged warrior. He invited a group of warriors to the Hall of Valor, without any greetings, and went straight to the explanation of the theme.

This crisp and neat style is admirable.

But this commanding tone made Bu Laike Xiao, who was watching, shake his head.

This guy is probably used to being a god, and he is not grounded at all, or he is like this, no wonder Hela can't stand him.

Look, the soldiers below can't stand it anymore?

When they saw the two warriors of Odin walk into the war hall and prepare for the battle posture, the expressions of all the soldiers were different. Except for Grom Hellscream, a war madman, who was looking at the two opponents with great interest, the expressions of the others were a little indifferent.

"Dear Lord of War, do you want us to perform a gladiatorial fight for you?"

The great chief of the Gaoling clan, Ulan Gaoling, said in a dissatisfied tone:

"Perhaps you're looking for gladiators to watch and enjoy, not a group of warriors who come to prove themselves and bring glory to their race."

"The tauren is right!"

The dwarf prince Muradin also said in a dissatisfied tone:

"Whether your heroic spirit recognizes us or not is their business!

Since you invited us over, it means you know our strength. We now have to fight your warriors like monkeys to prove ourselves?

Do not! "

The dwarf put his hips on his hips, blew his beard and stared and said:

"I don't feel like I need to prove myself to anyone."

"well said."

Dai Lin gave Muradin an appreciative look, he raised his head, looked at the Lord of War, and said:

"I know some traditions of the Vrykul. Your family members regard fighting each other as a way to please you, but unfortunately, Your Excellency the Lord of War, we are not Vrykul.

We don't have that barbaric tradition of proving strength. "

Several orcs were also unmoved.

Old Orc Boo Rocks folded his arms and said in a calm tone:

"We have already suffered from the humiliation and disaster of being dominated. Now, the orcs will only fight for themselves and their people."

"Even the green skins understand the truth, and we elves understand it very well."

Sir Salorian reached out his hand to make Fenner beside him calm down, and he said in a gentle tone:

"We can fight, but not for some ridiculous proof, if your heroic spirits are not willing to obey us, we won't force it.

On the way here, I heard about the feat of the shield maidens of the tribe of Skold Ethil who went to Hell with their mortal bodies.

I think, even if we are not accompanied by heroic spirits, we invited warriors can rely on ourselves to enter Hell.

Since you claim that this is a test of strength, then I think it may be more in line with the meaning of a test to achieve such a great deed with a mortal body. "

"We're going to hell!"

Fenna chimed in with a displeased face:

"Whether or not your heroic spirits dare to come here is their business, isn't it just Hell, scaring anyone. If your heroic spirits are really powerful, why would you come to us?

Who cares about their help. "

These words caused an uproar in the entire war hall. Under the throne of Odin, the heroic spirits transformed into the four greatest kings in Vrykul history roared in unison.

They regard the words of these mortal warriors as an insult to the majesty of Odin, a challenge to the sacred traditions of the vrykul!

So arrogant.

The four heroic kings grabbed the weapons in their hands and looked at their gods. As long as Odin gave an order, they were willing to punish these arrogant mortals in this sacred hall.

But Odin did not immediately make a statement.

Under his throne, the gatekeeper Heimdall was also exchanging glances with Al, the Valkyrie commander beside him, and the two Odin generals had helplessness in their eyes.

They and Emperor Thoradin had advised the Lord of War not to engage in these ritual things before.

These warriors come from different civilizations, and their living habits and customs are different. There is no need to test them with the Vrykul.

Now that the content of the trial has been determined, it would be fine to send them directly to Hell to start a war. As for commanding the Heroic Spirits, Queen Eddie Hill can do it.

She has directed the shield maidens to rush into Hell before.

She is very experienced in this area.

It's just that Odin has always been a person with a "sense of ritual".

The Lord of War also wanted to use this great event today as an inspiration to the Legion of Heroes and all the Vrykul who believed in him. It is very useful to use a hearty battle to boost morale before the war with evil method.

His arrangement is actually not without reason.

It's just that he chose the wrong target.

"If a group of greedy adventurers are here today, fighting for wealth and fame, then your arrangement is perfect, and they will definitely be happy to present you with a 'gladiator show'.

But today's visitors are all persons of status in their respective races and civilizations, and they all have their own warrior dignity. It is impossible for them to agree to such an unreasonable request.

And your words are a little bit wrong. "

As a spectator, Bo Laike will be wearing a mysterious black robe, covering himself from head to tail, and also wearing a bluffing golden magic mask on himself.

The mask was shaped like a golden lion's visor, and the eyes were surrounded by purple smoke, making it impossible to see the eyes clearly.

In a complaining tone, he suggested to the King of War sitting on the throne:

"Based on my experience, if you really want to watch a wrestling fight, it's not a problem. These guys talk about grandiose things, but they actually have their own plans in their hearts.

They all have their own price tags, as long as you can satisfy their desires, let alone let them fight with your fighters, you can even let them fight each other now. "

"Ok?"

Odin leaned on the throne, a smile appeared on his face made of metal, his beard like burning iron slag was swaying, and he asked with the voice of his heart:

"Tell me in detail."

"Very simple."

Bu Laike also laughed. He stood on the edge of the second floor of the war hall, hiding in the shadows and looking at the soldiers below.

He said:

"Daelin Proudmoore yearns for a way to restore the strength of the Kul Tiras fleet, and Muradin Bronzebeard is a dwarf, and they have always been interested in their forgotten sacred mission.

Genn Greymane has come to Valhalla to save his country from the scourge of werewolves, and his lord hopes to return to his human life.

Fenna Golden Sword is very pure, what she longs for is strength and strength.

But she has the divine power of Tyr in her body, but she can't use it well. Thalorian Dawnseeker is here for the glory of the elves, and all he needs is a great poem sung to the world.

Brother Saurfang came for the future of the orcs.

They may already know everything that happened in Dellano's world, they know that their master has fallen into a numb depravity because of the magic blood, and they can give everything for that answer.

The Burning Blade Masters want to rebuild the inheritance of the Burning Blade, and they urgently need to wash away the shame of the Burning Blade Clan's help and defeat.

As for the tauren.

They are also very pure, as long as you can give Kane Bloodhoof the power to protect his homeland, he will not only kill Hela for you, but also fight to the end of the stars for you.

The descendants of Huln Highmountain have always been trapped by the glory of their ancestors, and they also hope to shape their own legends.

And finally Grom Hellscream.

He's the craziest, he's the most combative, he's the simplest, and he's the most complicated.

If you think he came to the Hall of Valor just to satisfy his desire to fight, then you are underestimating him a little bit.

Chief Warsong has many sins that cannot be forgotten and cannot be undone.

He knew better than anyone how terrible the crimes he committed were. As the first orc chieftain to drink the blood of the devil, he was the leader who led the entire orc civilization into the abyss.

He paralyzes himself with war, looking for redemption between life and death.

He is very similar to a gladiator under my command. They are all fighters who have lost their faith and direction, like drowning people who have fallen into the water. What they need is not rewards, not glory.

But a hope of paying for the sin. "

Bu Laike said a long list, including everyone below, he paused, and concluded to Odin who was listening attentively:

"This is actually a very simple truth, Your Majesty, if you want someone to work for you, you have to give some benefits, right? I can understand that you want to use a battle to boost morale.

But the tone of yours is really unacceptable to young people nowadays.

Let's go another way.

Change the 'glory', 'greatness' and 'glory' in your words into these actual benefits, and I guarantee that each of them will be able to unleash 200% destructive power in the next battle.

Or, Lord Odin, you don't want to prostitute the power of these warriors for nothing, do you? "

Facing the pirate's questioning, the King of War was silent for a few seconds, and he said:

"Could it be that becoming a legend extolled by the world, becoming a warrior recognized by the King of War, and returning to his hometown with the glory of the Hall of Valor, isn't that the best reward for a warrior?"

This answer surprised Bu Laike for a moment.

He said quietly:

"You really think so? You are such a villain! Now is no longer the age of mythology, no one would give everything for glory or something.

Except for those paladins whose brains have been burned by the holy light.

Maybe there are such pure fighters, but these people before you are obviously not among them. As you can see, they need reasons to fight other than 'justice', otherwise they'll just be a mess.

The Aegis of Aggramar is indeed delicious, but there is only one of that thing after all, and everyone has something to desire.

So, as Lord of War, Chief of the Guardians of the Titans, God of the Vrykul, Defender of the World, give them reason to fight.

After all, what they want, you can have here. "

"What about you? Bu Laike Shaw."

Odin asked:

"You have done your best to perfect this trial and help me plan and plan. What do you want from me?"

"When I saw Hela being driven back to the Maw in embarrassment, making my trip on the sea no longer a worry, this is the best reward I can get, my lord."

Bu Laike said very sincerely:

"Other than that, everything I want, I'll take it myself."

"You're using me."

Odin said firmly:

"You are taking advantage of this test of strength that I hold, though I don't know what you want to achieve. Do you know my brother, Loken, the wise king who betrayed me?

You're a lot like him, Boo Laike.

He also used your tone when he persuaded me to make some decisions, letting me see all the advantages, but carefully hiding the disadvantages and my own little thoughts. "

"Don't compare me with the bastard who cuckolded my brother, surrendered to the ancient gods, and killed another brother with his own hands, Your Majesty."

Bu Laike said sternly:

"It makes me think you're humiliating me."

"Hehe, I'm complimenting you, from the bottom of my heart."

Odin let out a deep laugh, and said:

"After Loken's betrayal, I have been lacking a capable think tank. Laike Shaw, the conqueror of Hela, the breaker of Hell, your wisdom is so deep, are you willing to serve me?"

"I charge very dearly, Your Majesty."

The smelly pirate replied very reservedly:

"I think you may not be able to afford the salary of a think tank like me, unless you are willing to give up the magnificent Valagar Fortress, but this thing is your lifeblood, and I am ashamed to rob the last residence of a lonely old man.

But I also provide consulting services.

It seems that our interests are aligned at present, so I will offer my dark wisdom at any time when you need it.

But now, your guests will have to wait, Your Majesty. "

Odin nodded.

The next moment, in the deadly war hall, the King of War stood up abruptly. He raised his left hand, and raised the sectioned fiery red cloak behind him.

Streamers of light flew out of Odin's hands and appeared in front of everyone.

Odin's deep voice echoed in this glorious hall, his one eye made of gemstones scanned the people before him, and said:

"The weakness of the fleet, the mission of the ancestors, the curse of the werewolf, the glory of the elves, the hidden danger of the devil's blood, the threat of the barbarians, the shadow of the ancestors, the rise of the clan, and the liberation of the soul and the redemption of the soul

Every one of you, my guests, is seriously ill.

You have come to the Hall of Valor to join the war I promised, all in search of what your heart desires. Maybe I didn't make it clear before, after all, I think these are self-evident things.

But now, I have understood what is on your mind.

I will make a promise to you.

When you return from victory, all the desires in your hearts will be satisfied. If you unfortunately die in battle, there will be a place for you in the Hall of Valor! "

Having said that, Odin noticed a slight change in the expressions of these warriors.

He suddenly changed the subject and said:

"But if I want to send you to Hell, a dangerous place where gods will frown, I must confirm that you have the strength to stand there.

This is not to force you to perform, but a kind of.

Well, proper concern.

Only by defeating Heimdall and Al can I safely send you into that Jedi, so I ask again, using a mortal and heroic spirit as a warm-up for the trial.

Does anyone have any objections? "

All the soldiers look at me, I look at you. In the silence, Kane Bloodhoof took the first step. The old cow grabbed the rune spear and responded loudly:

"For my people, for the future of Bloodhoof, I will fight, Your Majesty!"

Several orcs looked at each other and took out their weapons one after another.

As for Fenna, she looked at the shadow area on the edge of the second floor of the war hall with strange eyes, where there was a strange guy standing there, hidden among a pile of sculptures, looking down condescendingly.

And wearing a weird mask.

No way.

The stinky brother is here too?

Isn't the Hall of Valor only for soldiers to come?

Bu Laike noticed Fenner's gaze, curled his lips, took a step back and merged into the shadows, before leaving, he raised his hand and gestured to Fenner, meaning:

I will secretly support you, come on!

"Tch, who needs your support!"

Fenner cursed in her heart, and angrily pulled out the double knives behind her.

She wants to win!

Even if you lose in the end, you have to be upright like a warrior.

Black box operation or something is the most annoying thing!

(end of this chapter)