Azeroth Shadow Trail

Chapter 968

"do not come!"

Hela turned her head and saw the old orc who was starting on the platform. The flame of anger ignited on the latter made the demigod of death shudder.

Screaming, she mobilized her tentacles and struck the shore.

The dwarf prince Muradin and the gray wolf Gene rushed forward from left to right. Amid the roar of the god descending from the earth and the distant howl of the wolf, the two heavy tentacles were blocked from the coast.

Bearing the beating of their tentacles, they plowed hard on the shore of the platform.

The admiral with the sword in his hand gave the old orc a cold look. He raised his hands, holding the two staggered sabers tightly in the palms of his hands. The tide wrapped him and walked in front of him. Rocks rushed up first.

On rare occasions, he cleared the way for a greenskin to charge.

What a shame.

Dai Lin said without looking back:

"If you miss, green skin, without Hella, I will kill you with my own hands!"

"I don't think you have that chance, and I don't think I will miss it."

Bu Rocks also casually replied.

In front of him, Va Locke and Lantrisor were fighting to the death in the waves of the Nether Sea, and all the warriors made the most correct choice around Bu Rocks at this moment.

With the heart of anger in his hand, the uncontrollable anger condensed into substance, and the battle ax in the old orc's hand wailed and melted again

"Save the poor axe, and see what it breaks into!"

Fenner sighed, threw the sword box out of the luggage, kicked it open with a bang, and pointed at the Wrath of Hella inside.

Say:

"I lent it to you, old guy, but you will teach me the death wish when you come back! Don't cheat me again this time."

"I want an axe. I'm not used to this kind of sword."

Bu Rocks complained.

In the next moment, he sighed and grabbed the cold sword wrapped in the materialized flames of anger, but the sword wrapped in angry flames seemed to melt under the stunned gaze of the orcs, and quickly Shaped into another look.

Wrapped in a keel, embellished with a dragon's head, the coldness is scattered, and the sharp and incomparably sharp beheading axe.

"Hahaha"

The old orc laughed.

Holding the heart of anger in his left hand, and the "Sky Tomahawk" that changed shape due to his power in his right hand, he straightened his waist again, aiming at Hela's head in the red-eyed anger vision.

He said:

"I've got a beating heart of rage, I've got a battle-axe that howls for freedom, I've got a horrible death to fight, and a reason to win

Looks like today is my lucky day.

I know, you're all tired of hearing that, but"

In the roar of the orc language, Bu Rocks, who pushed his death wish to the extreme, brought out the flame charge in satisfaction. At the end of the cleared coast, amidst the screams of all the warriors and heroic spirits, with Kane · The totem smashed by the blood hoof borrowed strength in the air.

But this distance is still not enough.

"I'm here to help!"

During Fenner's roar, Kane spun the stick elf twice in the same place and threw it out like a cannonball. She came from behind and swung the huge Ashbringer in the air like a golf ball. The second acceleration under the impact.

Bu Rocks also showed the excitement and enthusiasm of his youth, which was rare. He roared and smashed towards Hela.

He even closed his eyes as he fell.

Everything is under control, just like returning to the past.

Nothing goes wrong!

Just use this ax to carve out a future for the down-and-out orc civilization!

"Lok'tar ogar!!!"

Amidst the loud bang, there was a huge wave in Minghai.

The Queen of Hell, who was extremely happy and sad, also enjoyed the treatment of Deathwing, but it was obvious that Hela, as a spellcaster, was not as strong as the World Destroyer in terms of ability to resist blows.

Her skull was shattered by the second headshot, and she fell on her back, howling.

With Hela's body size, this fall is like the collapse of a dark mountain in the sea, smashing into the dirty sea of ​​darkness with a loud noise, causing huge waves to surge into the sky.

A large number of disgusting soul-eating squids were washed ashore by the huge waves.

These pale "hell specialties" stretched their teeth and claws and wanted to pounce on the nearest life, but they were trampled to death by the old cow's foot and war.

The blood of the demigod of death surged in the sea of ​​darkness, and large swathes of it polluted the sea water like ink, and there were whimpers like giant beasts swallowing water under the sea.

Those tentacles extending to the sea are twitching nervously, like uncontrollable black giant snakes. They are rolling and thrashing, representing the embarrassment and sorrow of the owner who cannot control his limbs under extreme pain.

The raging tide continued to wash against the shores of Reaper's Terrace, and Wal Locke rushed into the sea of ​​darkness, carrying his weak big brother back from the sea.

Bu Rocks squeezed his life this time more cruelly than in Dalaran, probably because he learned the lesson from the last fight against the Destroyer, the old orc was merciless this time.

He squeezed himself to the point where he had only his last breath left, and the death blow delivered with a life-burning death wish paid off brilliantly.

The invincible Hella was defeated.

Although there was Grom Hellscream Jewel in front, it was indeed Boo Rocks, with the help of other fighters, who delivered the crushing blow.

After repelling the World Destroyer, he defeated a demigod head-on.

Even though there are indeed many unexpected factors added, but this result is real.

When Bu Rocks was carried back, the old orc was still holding the dragon-slaying ax and the heart of anger in his hands, he already had less air in and more air out.

All it takes is an ax at hand, and the life of this dangerous orc can be harvested.

But neither Dai Lin, who hated green skins, nor Jin, who was in werewolf form, chose to do anything.

They just stood on the shore, watching coldly as Boo Rocks was brought back to the orcs, and Kane used herbs to hang him for treatment.

Hate exists and is real.

The past bloody grievances between the two clans can only be repaid with blood. But since it is a test of strength, let's put the fighter's "professional ethics" first.

In the face of a fighter who has done great things that they could not, others should give the necessary respect.

Even if the moment they leave Hell, the two sides will slash their weapons at each other, but at least for now, this respect is real. Nor do they respect Boo Rocks' orc status.

They just respect the power.

"Something is coming up!"

His mane was covered with blood, and Lord Darius, who was injured in his eyes in the chaotic battle with Hela just now, was standing on the high platform of the coastal shrine and looked out. This "big bad wolf" shouted to the others :

"Get out of the way! Get out of the way, the sea has washed it up."

Under the reminder of Lord Keluo Lei, the people on the coast retreated one after another.

The black and dirty waves quickly pushed the tumbling things on the seabed ashore. Amidst the rumbling vibrations, a huge figure "climbed" to the shore little by little like a stranded whale under the constant push of the seawater.

Hella!

It's Hella.

The upper body of the Queen of Hell was sunk deep on the dirty beach of the Nether Sea, her tentacles swung around her surroundings, and from time to time she struggled to lift up and twitched and fell down.

And her filthy upper body was soaked in blood at this time, and those decorations with poor taste were filled with the embarrassment and loss of the lost.

But the winners aren't much better off.

All the soldiers were equally embarrassed. They didn't win easily. All the unique brothers almost showed their ability to suppress the bottom of the box, which is worthy of sending Hela to the current situation.

In the past, the evil sea witch would definitely complain about why these mortals worked so hard for Odin. Did that old one-eyed dragon treat them well?

How much does it cost to invite them to be heroes?

How much is their funeral expenses and other vicious questions.

In fact, if you think about it carefully, His Majesty Hela was also a flirtatious publicity in the past.

It's a pity that the fallen former guardian has no energy for flirting now.

Her massive vrykul head had been slashed down the center of her forehead, a horrific gash that ran between her eyes in a rotting wound of shattered blue flesh.

The lethal slashes of the two orcs precisely hit the same position, and the crazy slashing made Hela's faceplate look like a vase on the verge of shattering, covered with shattered scars.

It can be seen that she is trying very hard to save her life.

She has tried many methods in the sea of ​​darkness, but the power of death is still being drawn away, like escaping from a leaky balloon, no matter how tight the enlightenment is, it cannot stop the flow of life force.

As the god of death, she has already seen the arrival of the black robe's death in a trance, and the invisible and indifferent power has opened a path for her to the afterlife.

She is about to usher in the final curtain.

Although this is by no means the end of Hela's story, she and her Nine Warriors will be reborn in the Maw.

But still the same sentence, death brings failure, but not shame.

"You... these inferior creatures"

At the moment when the cursed life came to an end, Hela, who had undergone a failed "craniotomy", moved her eyes with difficulty, looking at the soldiers of various races on the coast who looked at her as if they were waiting for her to die before cheering. them.

And at the last moment of this journey in life, Hela still chose to spread the malice in her heart to the lives in front of her.

She said in a breathless and unwilling voodoo tone:

"You will never...don't try to defeat death"

There was hatred in her eyes.

It is the malice that cannot be eliminated after the aging of time, and it is a stubborn revenge that is difficult to understand and difficult to recognize.

This may be a poor person, but no one present can give her sympathy.

"whoosh"

A stream of black light rushed across the desolate shore to the mist above the Sea of ​​Darkness.

It was a pair of pitch-black wings flying, and the river Styx, which had just pushed Hella out, opened again, bypassing Odin and dropping a huge halberd inserted into the center of the sea of ​​darkness from the sky.

That slender and swift figure plunged headlong into the River Styx, swimming downstream like a fish.

It was Val'kyr, the Nine Warriors.

Her speed was so fast that the people present could react, but no one could stop her from leaving.

And as the sound of another pair of wings flapping echoed, at the end of Hela's life, at the moment when the mighty Queen of Hell was dying on the shore like a fish out of water, the guy she least wanted to see It was flapping its wings in the mist and falling slowly.

Bu Laike Shaw is also in a mess.

Even with a pair of cool blue magic wings flapping outside the mighty Luna armor, he couldn't hide the embarrassment in his posture. His wings had several holes, and they were even torn to pieces. .

There were also several deep scars on Luna's armor. After this battle, the armor urgently needed to be repaired by a good blacksmith.

The Stinky Pirate even staggered as he landed.

But as the dark green watchman's cloak swayed, the neat row of death masks of the Nine Warriors on his belt made the dying Hela's eyes widen.

A total of six!

There were only nine warriors in the Nine Warriors. Just now, the last surviving Anhelder escaped from Hell and entered the Devouring Abyss. Eight of them died, and six of them died in the hands of the pirates.

"I have really run out of cards, my lord."

The pirate stood in front of the Queen of Hell, his former boss, and said to Hela, who was half buried in the sand, with a weak sound effect:

"I have tried all methods except embracing death, but what a pity, I still haven't been able to completely defeat your Nine Warriors before you are defeated.

I'm taking back the slander about the poor quality of Hell's staff.

I admit that you still have good guys who can play very well.

It's a pity that the sweet Anhelde big sister is really brainless

I even promised her to be my third mate on board, but she still chose to refuse. I'm really curious, how did you get them to be so loyal?

There must be a trick to this kind of thing, right? "

"Stay away from me. Betrayer."

Hela closed her eyes with disgust, and she struggled to say to the soldiers in front of her:

"Someone, kill me, quick! I don't want him to be the last guy I see in the material world. It's bad luck, it's a shame, it's a nightmare."

"Don't be so heartless."

Bo Laike reached out and took off the scarred black owl helmet, letting his long golden hair hang down his shoulders, and his sea-blue eyes were still bloodshot with terror.

That is the remnant of returning to humanity from animal nature, which means that the pirates are not particularly sober yet.

He waved back.

Stupid Fenner knowingly pulled out the blood-stained Ashbringer, threw it towards the pirates, and was firmly held by Bu Laike.

This holy blade of light also seemed to feel that its "glory moment" was approaching, and the moment it fell into the palm of Bu Laike, it began to burn blazingly.

The pirate stepped forward with a flaming lightsaber in hand.

One step, two steps, three steps.

He walked up to the huge crack on Hela's forehead, reached out his hand to touch Hela's dirty flesh, and waved the weapon in his hand at the vicious eyes that were waiting for him fiercely.

There was a smile on that face.

As if comforting a little girl, he said:

"Don't be afraid, look at my sword is really cool"

"puff"

Before Hela issued the last vicious curse, the blazing bright holy blade pierced the broken wound of the god of death.

As the pirate turned her wrist violently, Hela swallowed her last breath in the most painful brain burning, and her body began to burn from the ignited head wound.

The golden flame of order burned very quickly, almost in the blink of an eye, this vicious and badly-shaped Hell Queen turned into a burning pillar of fire on the beach of the Nether Sea.

The golden flame was rising, as if a switch had been turned on.

The cold mist that had enveloped Hell for countless years was quickly dissipating, and bright beams of light fell from the sky, illuminating this cold place of death.

The ghosts of Hylajal on the eternal battlefield retreated in horror, screaming to avoid the light, even though the light did not have any lethal power.

It is not the light that they fear.

It's the guy who will come with the light.

Enmity, over.

(end of this chapter)