Azeroth Shadow Trail

Chapter 969 65. I know this is great, but killing Hela is not fun at all

"boom"

In the colorful streamer, the huge figure of the King of War stood on the ground of Hell.

This is not his first visit to this cursed place.

A long, long time ago, when the Valagar Fortress was just lifted into the sky, he had to pay an eye in exchange for this land, and he was able to exchange the knowledge belonging to the dead with a very mysterious guy.

He was then able to see the true face of the dead world.

He finally realized that it was his responsibility to preserve those brave souls, so that they would also dedicate their strength to the necessary mission of this world after death, instead of being sent to that hopeless place to be drained of their last ounces of energy.

Odin didn't think it was a wrong move for him to form the Heroic Legion.

He has seen the Maw of the Shadow Realm with his own eyes, and he knows that those souls will receive such treatment there. Compared with that kind of torture, it is more like a person to transform them into another form and stay in this world for a long time. kindness.

But Hella didn't understand.

Maybe she understands.

She just couldn't stand being treated roughly by Odin.

She trusts him so much.

But in return, the body was forcibly destroyed, the soul was reshaped, and he became the agent who helped Odin walk between life and death to find the heroic spirit. He took his allegiance for granted.

When that thug destroyed him, he didn't even consider that when all the titan guardians rejected him, only he firmly stood by his side.

Hela's hatred is feeling angry and worthless for everything she has suffered.

Isn't that a good saying?

When love goes unreciprocated, it transforms into something horrible.

Hela made a net with her hatred, and trapped the person she hated the most in it for hundreds of thousands of years. She took away Odin's freedom and let him sit and watch the world he should protect fall apart and change.

She knows this man so well.

She knew how to torture him so that he could feel ashamed and spend every day in hell.

However, no matter how long the hatred is, there will be an end. Now on the death coast of Hell, in the golden flame burned by Hela's damaged and dirty body, it means that the sad era of imprisonment is over.

The coming of freedom made a guy like Odin a little at a loss. He came to Hell from the falling light curtain and looked around. Soon, the King of War saw the burning remains on the coast in front of him.

The vicious sea witch finally could no longer show off her might.

Odin let out a sharp breath.

He had also imagined the battle that would break out when he and Hela met again during the long wait, and he would use the warrior's explosive method to make the evil witch realize how stupid it was to provoke the King of War.

I will turn the waste of hundreds of thousands of years into the same pain and give it to the traitor who was the closest, but also gave me a knife.

But the strange thing is that seeing the scene of the traitor he hated the most dying in flames, Odin, who likes victory and strength, rarely felt the slightest bit of luck.

Instead, it was a complex mood that was not easy.

It was a feeling that rarely rose in Odin's heart, and it was a feeling that he would reprimand as weak. Perhaps, he had always had such guilt in his heart.

No matter how noble the reasons he used to cover up what he had done to Hela, they could not change the cruel facts of the past: he had indeed hurt the sea witch who once regarded him as her father.

But Odin is Odin.

He is not far from letting others see his cowardice.

So it was just a dazed effort, and he once again returned to the posture that the king of war should have. Standing on the coast of victory, he looked at the soldiers who had made great achievements in front of him, his one-eyed eyes were filled with admiration and satisfaction.

He said aloud:

"You did it, because of your noble deeds, the Hall of Valor and I have been freed. This elite team prepared for Ragnarok finally doesn't have to rot in time

The meaning of our existence will be fulfilled and fulfilled, warriors, you will be revered and praised by Valagar Fortress, and the whole world will tell what is happening today.

this trial"

"That's it?"

Before Odin finished speaking, Grom Hellscream, who was resting on the ground, yelled viciously:

"This is what you call a test of strength? A god so weak that he could be killed with an axe by an old man who can't even walk? Phew, how ridiculous!

The fight started off as a bit of fun, but then took a nosedive.

By now, I'm beginning to doubt your vision, Odin.

I admit that a group of so-so warriors get together and kill a monster that calls itself "Reaper" does make people feel a little bit of glory.

But this is not the fight I want!

Too weak!

So far, no one has died. Can this be called a trial? Can a battle without death and blood be called a 'battle'? "

Grom's cross kick made the other fighters glaring at him, eager to go up and kick him.

It's not over for you!

Didn't you see that Odin is about to give out rewards?

Isn't everyone here for this? What's your opinion, wait until we get what we desire first, okay? This orc is fucking stupid!

And he must have chosen this moment to speak, he had planned it long ago.

It's crazy and bad and stupid.

Everyone is so tired, having penetrated half of Hell, and fighting Hela, and now everyone just wants to go back to rest, please stop making trouble and stop working so hard.

Brother Hou, are you okay?

To this, Grom's answer is no!

"I just warmed up!"

The orc stood up leaning on the battle axe. Although his body was shaking, he still pointed his finger at Kane, Dailin, and Jean. He roared angrily:

"They are all interesting, I want to fight with them! It's at the end of this hell! Start the real test of strength! The rules are very simple, you all go together!

The one who can stand at the end wins!

Live or die! "

In the end, the orc's finger drew another arc, bypassing Fenner and the others very interestingly, pointing at the stinky pirate sitting silently on the coast smoking a pipe, he shouted:

"Hey, bastard over there, yes! It's you, you killed those nine martial gods, you stole my fun, you have to pay for it! You also want to come and fight with me!"

To this, Laike's response is quite simple.

He stretched out his hand without looking back, and gestured a middle finger towards Brother Hou to express that he was not interested in such a big fight without rewards.

are you crazy!

If you don't even pay an appearance fee, who will fight with you?

Grandpa is tired.

You can play on your own, I don't want to accompany you.

Bo Laike turned and jumped off the edge of the Reaper's platform, disappearing into the shadow floating in mid-air, and in this very personal way, he made it clear that he did not want to participate in the brawl proposed by Grom.

First, he has no interest in fighting without pay.

Secondly, all of his important skills are cooling down, and even his ridiculously long health bar is about to be drained. Just playing like this may not be able to beat the crazy Grom.

There were also Dai Lin and Fenna, who were holding back their energy and wanted to beat him up, staring at him.

In the end, because of the frequent casting of spells in the previous fierce battles, the Will of the Void has noticed the plane of Hell. If he continues to use magic, some very bad things may happen.

After all, he's not a fighter, is he?

There is no need to restrain yourself with the rules and regulations of a fighter.

But Laike's lack of interest does not mean that other people are not interested, especially Odin. He likes to watch soldiers fight with blood, and find the value and meaning of power in the interlacing of sharp blades.

Such a hot-blooded man is simply never tired of watching.

What's more, this group of fighters who have just done great things in front of them possess unique skills, and their chaos must be very interesting to watch.

Most importantly, what could be a better choice for the epilogue of a great story than the excitement of glorious warriors fighting each other after a big victory?

"What's your opinion?"

Odin thought for a moment, then glanced at the heroic spirits who were attracted by the noise here, and finally, he looked at the Hell farther away.

The undead under Hela's command have been terrified by the death of the Queen of Hell. At this time, a glorious fight will be launched on their land, and these cowardly undead will always remember the invincible truth of the Heroic Legion.

And this great chaos at the end of hell can definitely become the most beautiful ending note of the first story opened by the Hall of Valor in this era.

Find some bards to sing such poems in taverns everywhere, which will definitely impress everyone who has heard it, and let them actively spread these brave warriors and their heroic stories.

Lord of War always thinks longer term.

So after a short thought, he looked around the people in front of him with one eye, and asked:

"Grom suggested that on the death platform at the end of hell, we should fight regardless of enemy or friend, so as to determine the final ownership of the shield of Aggramar, the sacred object of power.

And the one who can persist until the end in this chaos will also be worthy of the name of the strongest fighter in Azeroth! You have won a great victory, and you may be able to add glory to it with a small victory. "

"Challenges from greenskins are always so ridiculous!"

The werewolf Jean bared his teeth, he took a step forward, and with a wilder smile, he raised his paw and said:

"Even if there is no reward, I will gladly join. Killing the green skins is not a burden for me, it is just an extra enjoyment.

Or call rewards! "

"Hey, that doesn't seem like something you can say."

The bearded dwarf Muradin sat on the ground, gulping down the mead from the Hall of Valor, as if it was like a healing potion, which could quickly rejuvenate his tired body.

The dwarf rolled his eyes and said:

"Gene, you were not a good fighter before, you were a merchant, you were a king, you were a politician, and fighters were never your choice.

You said this yourself back then. "

"I'm trying to be a good fighter, can't I?"

Gene snorted unhappily, and said to the dwarf:

"If you don't dare to fight, just step aside. I'm afraid I'll accidentally shave your little head."

"You question the courage of the dwarves?"

Muradin seized his hammer and yelled:

"See if I don't beat you up for a while!"

"I'm also very interested in doing here what should have been done two years ago."

Dai Lin took a step forward, holding the command knife stained with the blood of the demigod. He stared at Grom and said:

"There are too many greenskins in this world, and my hands are sore from killing, but I still can't kill them all. Maybe killing a chieftain here can make me feel better.

Especially you, Grom Hellscream!

Your head is sure to become a Proudmoore family heirloom. "

"whispering sound"

Grom sneered at this, and said:

"If your strength is half of your ability to speak big, I will be scared to death by you, Dai Lin. The girl over there is your daughter, right?

I advise you to think again.

After all, killing a father in front of his daughter is a terrible act even for a ruthless orc like me. "

"Stinky green skin, what pig talk are you talking about?"

Fenner didn't expect that this matter could involve herself. She grabbed Odin's Wrath and stood up, crossed her hips and shouted at Grom:

"I haven't settled the matter with you before, you can kill that stinky old man if you want, but he insists on teasing me, okay, I'll give you a good look today!

Heya, come help me!

Let's get rid of this stinky greenskin! His ax is yours. "

"it is good!"

The Supreme Shield Maiden, who was treating her own wound, heard the invitation to fight from the "Pocket Sisters", and immediately stood up full of fighting spirit. In fact, she has satisfied her desire to fight today, and can personally participate in the battle of Hela's defeat and fight a battle. Her hard work has enabled her to accomplish a feat that 99% of the vrykul would never dream of.

Even stopping the fight at this point can be satisfying.

But if he can still compete with these top fighters with unique skills after victory, Heya will definitely not refuse. Winning or losing is not important at this time, just treat it as a fighting entertainment to relieve the tired heart.

However, the opponent Heya is eager to try is not Grom Hellscream. She knows that she is not the opponent of this orc, and she has always wanted to fight Kane.

The one-hit smashing skills that the tauren displayed were exactly what Heya lacked.

Maybe she can learn something from it.

The Supreme Shield Maiden has already decided that after this battle, she will leave the Stormfjord where she has lived for a long time, and visit the hometowns of these powerful warriors.

She felt more and more that this land of battle limited her vision, but before she left, she was also fighting for her own land and people under the watchful eye of the King of War.

"You use this!"

Fenna never hides anything from her good sisters. She waved and threw Odin's Wrath to Heya, whose spear had been severely damaged in the previous fight against Hela.

"I use this, what do you use?"

Heya looked at the Ashbringer in Fenner's hand, and asked worriedly. She knew that Fenner always fought with two weapons.

"It's okay, I have a good brother, so I have a lot of spare weapons."

Fenner winked at her, waved her hand and took Quelcella out of the bag, carried it in her left hand, stretched her shoulders, and prepared for a fighting stance.

Seeing that Fenner took out another battle sword that looked like a good weapon, Heya felt relieved, and planned to go to the battlefield with her good sisters with Odin's Wrath on her back.

But as soon as they took a step, Fenna was stopped by someone next to her.

"Fenner, come here."

The eyes of Sir Thalorian who was resting next to him were fixed on the Quelcella in Fenner's hand. The sallow-faced elf sword master breathed heavily and said in a low voice:

"I have something to tell you, Vrykul over there, you don't have to follow, leave us elves a little space, thank you."

(end of this chapter)