Shadow Trails in Azeroth

Chapter 140 48. You must have done it on purpose, right? 【1015】

On the Nagfar, whose deck was almost completely destroyed, the battle between Garona, Merry Winterwind and the weakened star body has entered its final stages.

Habron has gone too far.

He is in the South Sea, and the entrance to Hades is in the North Sea. This is a distance spanning most of the world, and this is the place shrouded by Bwonsamdi's curse.

It was difficult for Hela to support him.

He fought with his original power that had been hidden for many years, and faced off against the legendary strongmen born in the two civilizations of orcs and humans. They faced each other head-on, one against two, and never fell behind.

This is already an amazing strength.

At least in the mortal world, this is already the top level of strength. Unfortunately, under the entanglement of these two guys fighting desperately, he has to take the life of the betrayer and avenge his beloved ship that was harmed.

This goal has become increasingly elusive as time goes by.

But he wasn't willing to give up.

All the emotions in his heart may have been transformed into this stubbornness. As he said, he had witnessed the death of the god he followed, and he had lost the most important thing.

When the sadness of this loss struck him again, he was unwilling to turn around and run away like a coward like last time.

He's taking his ship.

He wanted to take away the only home he had, having lost everything.

"Buzz"

Bwonsamdi's death power turned into the blood moon in the sky, and scarlet light shone on the sea, finally gathering on the bow of the Nagfar.

Habulon's attack also stopped at this moment.

He knew that no matter how unwilling he was, he had to leave.

Once Bwonsamdi, the troll god of death, who also possesses the power of death, joins the battle, his spiritual body will be trapped here forever. As a person who has lived in Hades for hundreds of thousands of years, he understands the fate of death better than anyone else. The fate of falling into the hands of death.

He won't die.

But his life would be worse than death.

He still has an unfinished mission. These stupid flesh and blood will never know what glory will be at the end of the path of depravity that he and Hela insist on.

They are too ignorant.

They can't see the whole truth

They also cannot understand this kind of salvation at the cost of death.

The gods are dead.

The end of all things is already on the road to destruction.

"well"

Habron let out a long sigh, burying all the helplessness and nostalgia in his heart. He took one last look at Blake, who was shrouded in the red moon.

He looked at the betrayer, and then at the keel ghost ship at his feet.

"I'll come back and take you, I swear."

In a low voice, the soul-drawer said something to the Nagfar that was mostly damaged under his feet. Then, his figure burst into bright starlight, blocking out Garona's dagger and Merry Winter Wind's magic. .

As the starlight dimmed, he had to walk with changes in phase and disappear into this battlefield that was doomed to defeat.

"He's running away! Meri, trap him!"

Garona waved her double swords and was still trying to attack, but when the star body no longer attacked and used all its magic power for defense, even Merry Winter Wind's magic could no longer hurt him.

Moreover, the old mage's current state was very wrong.

While he was attacking the soul attractor, he would occasionally lose control and throw his magic power at Garona, who was fighting alongside him. What was even weirder was that this was supposed to be a demilich who specialized in ice magic.

This will actually use evil fire.

Merry Dongfeng's rotten eyes shone with confusion. It was obvious that he was trying his best to control his mind and will, but at the first meeting, Black revealed his secret.

The reason why this old mage cannot fight at full strength for a long time is because there is a Nasrezim demon sealed in his body. They also have another more well-known name, called the Dread Demon King.

This battle with Habulon obviously gave the Dread Lord a glimpse of the possibility of escape. He was good at playing with demons that invaded the soul, and he also attacked the old mage with a firm mind from within.

After hearing Garona's cry, the old mage tried his best to raise the pine staff in his hand and bound it with the power of ice.

However, the magic power was out of control, and most of the Nagfar was frozen in the condensed iceberg in an instant.

"Cherish your lives."

Habulon's starlight body escaped into the phase, and he said in a low and hoarse voice:

"There will always be a place for you in hell. It will just happen sooner or later."

Seeing that the star body was about to dissipate, a trace of unwillingness flashed in the eyes of the legendary assassin.

Even though she hated Gul'dan and the Shadow Council, the experience of living and growing up in them made Garona extremely hate the feeling of failed assassination.

It makes her feel like a useless piece of shit.

"Get out of the way!"

Just as the assassin's heart grew colder, a familiar voice sounded behind her.

Garona turned around in surprise, and saw Blake breaking the frozen iceberg around him as if he was resurrected with full blood, holding the legendary blade, and stood up in the cold air.

The pirate still looked like an undead, but there was a scarlet light in his blue eyes, just like the light of the blood moon that was dissipating.

It was a bit of mojo that Bwonsamdi "lent" to him.

Well, the "demon" the trolls call is actually a name for things like strength and magic. Don't think about it in an evil direction.

However, some unscrupulous trolls, such as Bwonsamdi, actually occasionally use this as a dirty joke.

Well, they are wild by nature, and they actually understand this very well.

In short, after Bwonsamdi finally gave Black a taste of his own demon essence, the pirate also entered the amplification of the "demonized" state given by the Skull of Gul'dan.

However, Bwonsamdi is stingy.

It only gave Black a little mojo, so the pirates had to fight quickly.

"Whoosh"

The moment Garona escaped into the shadows, Blake's figure appeared behind the star body in the shadow step, and Habulon had a bright hunter's mark on his body.

Blocking his process of escaping into the phase.

Then, it was the same thing again.

Weapon Master, Mark of Death, Bloodline Bonus, Shadow Attack skill with four levels of proficiency increase, and the power level jumps from mortal to demigod, which is incredibly exaggerated.

Only this time, with the blessing of Bwonsamdi's magic spirit, the violent shadow that Blake cut was finally no longer in a "scattered" state, and he could control it.

Although it was very difficult to control, with this perfect shadow attack, the true power of the demigod was finally gathered together, and there was no longer the exaggerated shadow roar before.

Instead, it was pressed against Sankesu's sharp blade, just like the surface of the sharp blade was covered with a layer of shadow blade that cuts all things.

The compression and concentration of power brought about the destructive power it deserved.

There was an emotion that he had never felt before in the astral body Habulon's perception at this moment. He did not have a heart, but at this moment he seemed to feel that he had a heart.

And it's beating wildly.

this.

Could this be the coming of death?

"Buzz"

The astral body gathered its magic power with all its strength, gathering the starlight into waves like the sea of ​​stars, and tightly wrapped its body. However, as the dark blade cut down, the phantom of the galaxy seemed to be cut open by a black line.

A perfect slash, without any trace of power leaking out. The moment after the legendary blade passed through the star body, a heavy fatigue pressed on Blake.

There was still Bwonsamdi's roar in his ears:

"Asshole! What on earth are you doing with old Bwonsamdi's magic essence! How did you use that blow just now! Damn it! If I had known you would consume so much magic essence!

I'll do it myself!

You bastard stinky pirate! "

Black was not in the mood to argue with Bwonsamdi. He landed on the broken deck of the Nagfar with brisk steps. In front of him, a dim starlight also fell to the ground like a heavy object.

It's like those cloudy days when you look up at the stars and you can only see wisps of illusion.

The pirate grinned and dragged the legendary blade forward. As he walked, he hummed a familiar song until five steps later, he stood in front of Habulon.

The astral body is still the same astral body, but the light on it has been shattered to the extreme, like a candle that is about to go out.

"You are curious as to why a star like you, who has no concept of death, would be cut like this by my knife, right?"

He turned Habulon's body over with his left foot and stepped on the intangible starlight body. He looked down at the face with no facial features and only dim starlight.

He said:

"Let me ask you a question, my friend Habulon, do you think the Titans of the Pantheon gave you souls when they created your astral bodies?

Do you have a soul? "

Blake raised his legendary blade with both hands, and the smile on his face slowly disappeared.

He said:

"I'm sorry if you have that, but you're dead today, my friend."

"puff"

The black sharp blade passed through the body and nailed the star body to the deck. The familiar heat surged into his arms, but the feeling this time was different from all the previous "experiences" he had experienced.

The pirates could feel the heat and hardship.

It's not because his "spirit hunting" power has weakened, but because the soul in front of him is very special. He is not as weak and helpless as a mortal, nor is he easily broken.

His starry body is where his soul lies.

Black held the handle of the knife and pressed the blade down inch by inch until he was half-kneeling on the ground, and the sharp blade in his hand was buried in Habron's chest.

The struggle of the astral body became weaker and weaker, until finally, it almost turned into a blur of blue light, like a light bulb with poor contact.

"Hela lied to you."

Blake felt the struggle of his soul in front of him. He whispered as if praying for death:

"The so-called salvation Hela is looking for is just a foolish act based on her madness. I don't know what the Abyss Warden in the Shadow Realm wants.

But I can tell you that the Burning Crusade to resist Sargeras is definitely not in the plan of those so-called 'Eternal Ones'.

With their little power, are they worthy of fighting against the Fallen Titan? "

"you you."

Habron raised his fingers and placed them tremblingly on Black's shoulders.

He seemed about to ask something, but the pirate just shook his head.

explain:

"The Burning Legion's headquarters moved to Argus. The demons were looking for something in the stars, and even slowed down the pace of the Burning Crusade, even just a little bit.

Your gods are not dead.

Those supreme beings that can be born among the stars have souls just like you.

Sargeras only destroyed their bodies, but their souls never gave up resistance.

You shouldn't have given up either.

Poor man.

You were just tricked by Hela. I wanted to tell you this earlier so that there was a possibility of cooperation between us, but then I realized that there was no way you would believe me.

Hela won't let you trust me either.

Therefore, for a Titan creation like you who has taken the wrong path and done the wrong thing, dying is the best relief.

Friends, stop struggling.

Extinguish the fire in your heart and rest in peace.

I will tell your story to your companions to prevent them from making the same mistakes as you, provided that I can meet them. "

"To Ulduar, go to Ulduar, the observatory summons Algalon, he is the most powerful and wisest among us."

With his last voice, Habron said to the pirates:

"Tell him my story, my mistakes, my sins. Tell him, don't give up like me!"

"Um."

Blake nodded and said:

"I'll pass the message for you, and in return I want your ship. I like it."

"It's scared."

Habulon's starlight body collapsed quickly in front of Blake. At the last moment, starlight was entangled in Blake's hand, like a strange black statuette, held by the pirate with his fingers together.

He could still hear Habron's final message.

"It's yours, spirit hunter."

"For me, take care of it. For me, spit on Hela!"

"Buzz"

The soul actively shattered and turned into a huge stream of heat that instantly poured into Black's arms. Just like when he assassinated Old Dahl, his arms were so hot that they almost melted.

The influx of "experience" made by the unique soul transformation of a complete legend makes the character card in front of the pirate shine crazily like a bad contact.

Those symbols kept beating rapidly, 455055, until they finally converged into a number that made Blake frown.

pirate class

Level 59.

this.

Blake lowered his head and glanced at the dead souls around him that turned into stars and scattered, and he whispered:

"You must have done it on purpose, right?"