Shadow Trails in Azeroth

Chapter 137 45. We are all Akunda! ! ! 【715】

The Nagfar, which appeared this time, no longer covered itself with fog.

The soul-drawing man Habulon, wearing a soul-drawing lamp and holding a soul-drawing war scythe, stood so generously on the deck of the keel battleship and appeared on the sea under the sunset.

He looked at the island in front of him that was filled with treasures.

His ruthless gray gaze did not linger even a single moment on the treasure on the island.

Those mean nothing to the dead.

He knew that the betrayer of Hades, the soul hunter Black Shaw, was on the island in front of him.

"I have been waiting for this day for so long, and I am honored to be able to complete it myself. It has been too long, too long, and I have not felt this kind of passion for hunting."

The soul attractor's pale hand rotated a few times on the Soul Capturing Scythe.

"Just the way you humans do"

In a low voice, he swung his left hand back a few strands.

A few seconds later, on the decaying and gloomy deck of the Naqfar, among the broken masts and sails, a red flag was slowly raised.

The Vrykul do not have this tradition of blood flags.

But Black, who was born in Kul Tiras, knew what that meant.

Kill them all! Leave no one behind!

The decisive battle is coming.

Today, on the stage of this sea of ​​plunder, between him and Habulon, only one can survive.

"These big villains always like to appear in the finale. It's such a bad habit, right?"

Black was holding the legendary blade Sankesu. He picked up a gold coin from his feet and threw it to Garona, saying:

"Remember the question I asked you before? Madam."

"I can't eliminate the power of death from Habulon, but I can give you the same power of death. This battle will finally become fair."

He stared closely at the keel ghost ship in front of him. Without looking back, he said to Garona behind him:

"In this battle, I invite you to fight with me to the death without leaving any way out."

"Hello!"

Garona tossed the cursed gold coin in her hand, and the half-orc assassin said in a relaxed tone:

"You asked me to kill someone for you, but the price for an assassin like me is very high."

"Of course I will pay you enough to satisfy you, ma'am."

Blake took a deep breath and said softly:

"I will give you a message. Regarding your life experience, your mother, and your relatives who are still alive, is this price appropriate?"

Garona's originally relaxed expression suddenly changed.

She stared closely at Blake's back, and her tone changed to an extremely cold tone at this moment, as if it was the first time Blake and her met, as if they were strangers.

she says:

"You know what happens when you joke about this, right? Black Shaw, I'm only going to ask you this once, are you serious?"

"If I were you, ma'am, I would choose to believe it."

The pirate grinned, rubbed the hilt of the sword in his hand, and said:

"After witnessing me come this far, do you still have any doubts about the knowledge in my mind?"

"Remember what you said, Blake."

Garona opened her pocket and threw the cursed gold coin into it. The next moment, the God of Death covered her with the power transmitted by the curse, causing Garona's body to quickly turn into an undead.

Her tone became hoarse because of this.

She drew out the double regicide blades from her waist and said:

"I will fight to the death for you, risk my life, but if I don't get paid, I will kill you with my own hands. If you let me down, my friend.

Neither Bwonsamdi nor Hela can protect you! "

"No, Garona Haversen!"

This was also the first time that Blake called Garona by her full name. He said in a low tone:

"I never let my friends down. Master! You'd better get one too, and let's get started."

This time, Meili Dongfeng did not stick to his principles.

The Nagfar and the soul-drawing Habulon in front of them were not enemies of the same caliber as the pirate king Zemlan, who had already been weakened by time.

Even though he is a legendary human spell caster who has lived for three thousand years, he will still die here if he is not fully prepared.

After all, the enemy in front of me comes from hell in the true sense.

The old mage did not take the gold coins. He stylishly took an ancient elven empire-style scepter from the flattering warlock Bloody Eyes next to him.

When he put the scepter into his waist, his already lost body was once again possessed by the power of death's curse.

But fortunately, he was already used to the state of being without breathing and lifeless, so he didn't need to spend more time adapting to this new state. The moment Black raised the sword, the old mage repeated his old trick.

In the beating violet arcane brilliance, the overly powerful ice cone technique splashed out. This time, the scope was larger and there was no fine control.

As the ice surged, it was like an ice ring shaking and spreading apart, with ice visible to the naked eye running along the sea that had become more and more dead due to the appearance of the Nagfar.

In just the blink of an eye, a large battlefield shaped by ice lay between Treasure Island and the slowly approaching keel ghost ship.

"Don't let him break the ice before we storm the ghost ship."

The pirate warned.

He tied Zemlan's head to his belt and was the first to step onto the ice with the legendary blade.

As he threw out the hook lock and galloped forward, all the people on Treasure Island, all the undead, and all the skeletons, began to charge for war.

"Ah! Come on! Bastards of Hades!"

Red Blackhand, the undead orc, violently tore off his armor and ran while holding his sword and shouting crazily:

"I've tolerated you for a long time! You bastard! Come on! I want to avenge my clan!"

Every orc behind him roared similarly.

The Black-Toothed Grinning Clan, which was once very promising and powerful, is now the only one left. The other brothers and comrades have all died at the hands of those damn Mist Warriors.

Even their souls were eaten by the damn ship in front of them.

In the past, they lacked power, and it was almost impossible to use their own power to avenge these damn hell undead for their companions, but now, they also have the power of curse!

They could finally legitimately fight to the death against the enemies who had humiliated them and slaughtered them on this sea.

Even under the leadership of a human being.

Even if they, the orcs, call that human captain with a little humiliation

To be honest, the troll exiles who charged together with the bitter orcs had no special hatred or feelings towards the monster ship that suddenly appeared in front of them.

They just passively followed Blake's charge.

After seeing Black chop the Pirate King's ship to pieces with their own eyes and finding the Pirate King's treasure, they already had awe of Black in their hearts.

With the blessing of the unique talent of Notoriety, they would rather face unknown monsters than have their heads chopped off by the damn troll skeletons behind them because they were too timid to fight.

Well, speaking of these troll skeletons, they are currently the most fanatical group of warriors under Black's command.

Even they don't know whether Blake's promise of freedom is true.

But at least he made a promise

In the long curse of seven thousand years, this is the first time that they, the cursed people, have tasted the taste of hope.

Ah, hope, so sweet, so beautiful, so tempting to pursue, so desperate.

"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu"

Witnessing the frozen sea in front of me, witnessing the traitor Blake leading a group of random guys to charge against the powerful Nagfar.

Habulon's expression also changed.

But he didn't panic at all.

Amidst the low Vrykul horns, the pirates and warriors of the Kvaldir Mist Legion roared wildly, jumped off the ship and stepped onto the ice with their halberds and swords in hand.

Faced with this frontal challenge, the Vrykul people are never afraid!

No matter when they are alive, or after they have fallen into Hades!

"Whoosh"

The moment the shadow suddenly appeared and the Kingslayer's double blades broke out of the shadow, Garona's will to die activated the brutal power given by the shadow.

At this moment, Garona was like Ms. Pasonia Shore who attacked Old Dahl that night. She was wrapped in a broken shadow and attacked the half-giant Habulon at the fastest speed.

The speed was too fast, and the shadows turned into real and fake illusions. At this moment, it seemed as if there were nearly a dozen Garona besieging Habulon.

Each flicker lasted less than a millisecond, and the legendary assassin's killing feast made it impossible for Habron to catch her figure.

But there is no need to capture the soul attractor.

The moment he appeared in Garona, he directly activated Hela's blessing.

Garona only hit him with the first slash, and the rest of her attacks were blocked by the burst of white light from the soul-inducing lamp.

He knew that he could not withstand the slashing of the legendary double blades. The two daggers of these legendary assassins were darkly blessed by a powerful person who was no weaker than His Majesty Hela.

Just after being hit by a knife, Habulon's dead body had wounds left by venom corrosion. He was a true legend, but he could not withstand this weird poison.

Watching Garona receive another high-level combat skill that fell from the sky after the killing feast.

The shadows gathered and dispersed into scarlet blades, and hundreds of shadow daggers entangled Garona and jumped into the sky. Then, with the staggered double-edged piercings, they launched a fatal attack on Habulon from above.

Even if it is an undead, the head is a fatal wound.

"Get away!"

Habulon swung the soul-capturing war scythe in his hand, and the howling soul turned into purple light and flew out of his shabby crimson robe, bringing with it a piercing scream and frost falling.

The soul leader swung his war scythe in all directions without any discernment, and six dark red magic blades swung in all directions, then closed together in the next moment.

All the creatures within a dozen meters around Habulon were involved in it and smashed to pieces.

The moment before the war scythe closed, Garona jumped back into the shadows, as if she had never appeared.

This fatal assassination, as an assassin, she failed.

But as a bait, she is very qualified!

"Woo!!!"

A weird, thunderous horn sound sounded on the deck of the ghost ship behind the soul leader, and Habulon, who was blessed by Queen Hela's death power, suddenly turned around.

Then he saw Blake walking out of the shadows, holding the legendary blade in his left hand and a thunderous horn in his right hand.

He didn't blow it.

The horn is sounding on its own, it is the sound of the storm!

The violent wind and thunder were gathering rapidly, and when the soul leader noticed it, it had already gathered to the limit. The powerful force, and most importantly, it also had the power of divinity!

Garona is just a bait to attract his attention, the horn in Black's hand is the trump card!

"Don't even think about it!"

The light of the runes used by vrykul spellcasters danced around Habron, teleporting his body to safety.

But just as the light of the runes lit up, there was an inaudible force from behind, flicking on the magic line.

The newly formed teleportation technique collapsed immediately.

"Rune magic is not a spell you are good at, right? After all, how could a legendary caster's magic thread be exposed so easily?"

The sound of Meri's winter wind came faintly from behind.

The soul attractor had no time to pay attention.

In front of him, in the gathering of thunder and lightning, Blake grinned a bright smile, and in his undead form, he shouted loudly:

"Now, we are all Akunda!"

"boom"

Dazzling thunder and lightning roared out from the horn in Black's hand.

The powerful attack of the Loa god, Akunda, the god of storm and rebirth, first gathered into a big thunder lizard that shook its head and swayed its tail.

Then he jumped and hit the divine shield in front of the soul leader while howling.

Amidst the thunder splashing like molten iron, and under Habron's stunned gaze, a shocking black spot appeared on the light shield composed of the divine power of death bestowed by Queen Hela.

It's like glass being hammered wildly.

The soul attractor looked at the black spot in front of him, and he suddenly realized something that he had never noticed.

He has gone too far on the endless sea in pursuit of Black.

He is too far away from Hades.

He is too far away from Hela.

The glory of the Hades Queen stops outside Zandalar, this is not her territory.

It cannot shine on this sea area...

"Click"

As the first crack emerged, the sound of despair officially sounded.