Shadow Trails in Azeroth

Chapter 141 49. The woman who offended the stylist【1115】

It's not just a day or two since Blake got this character card. He has already figured out the rules of this upgrade. The soul fragments obtained by challenging difficult enemies are several times more than those obtained by slaughtering weak ones.

After the battle on the Broken Shore, Black basically gave up fighting the weak.

This approach of winning by quantity will not work.

The character stuck guides him to constantly look for strong people to fight in order to get more generous rewards.

For example, now, after killing the astral body Habulon, he got a complete legendary soul, and the experience after its transformation sent his class to level 59 in an instant.

"Maybe this is the right way to level up?"

The pirate rubbed his forehead, and the shadow wrapped around his body was full of power, making him dizzy as if he was drunk, and he also came to a slightly weird conclusion.

"If you work so hard to kill monsters, you might as well find a few legends and kill them. At this rate, you only need to kill four legends on average to upgrade a class to the full level.

At this point in time, there are not many legends in the world of Azeroth, but as long as I can survive until the great era begins in more than ten years, demigods will be everywhere by then, and there will be as many legends as dogs.

No matter where you go, you will encounter several of them.

Well, good times are coming. "

He moved his fingers and looked into his hand. The small statue left by Hablon was shining in his hand. It was undoubtedly a piece of equipment:

The bow of the Naqfar

epic quality

Side effects:

Ocean pollution (requires guidance). Unleashes the death power of the Nagfar, pollutes the sea, creates magical fog, confuses the enemy's senses, and causes increasing frost and shadow damage.

Not available on land.

Item Description:

The dark warship Nag'far, made of blood and bones, was once the keel longship used by the sea witch Hela to travel between the shadow realm and the material world when she served Odin.

After Hela fell to the Queen of Hades, this legendary longship that was once full of glory and only existed in legends also fell.

What you hold in your hands is the mark of this longship’s past.

Sail with caution, Captain.

Hela will do whatever it takes to get it back.

"COOL!"

Blake whistled and hung the worn-out ship's bow in his hand, which had been shrunk by some magic and was as exquisite as an ornament, on his wrist.

Ha, starting from today, we are also admirals with ships!

"Blake, I found this among the remains of Habulon's flesh and blood."

Garona's voice came from behind. The pirate looked back and saw the legendary assassin walking over with a disgusting roll full of blood.

The thing looked like some kind of book, made of animal skin.

"In addition, Merry's situation is not quite right. After Habulon was defeated, he teleported himself to Treasure Island and set up a barrier to prevent others from approaching him.

It is said that he still muttered something. "

With a hint of worry, Garona handed the thing in her hand to Blake, and then glanced in the direction of Treasure Island. There was a purple magic barrier there, covering half of the island.

"Don't worry, after I finish taking care of things here, I will go have a good talk with him and the 'things' in his body."

The pirate held the legendary sword and reached out to take what Garona handed over.

The moment his fingers touched the blood-stained scroll, Blake's heart skipped a beat.

A faint pale light passed through the book to his fingers, like a strange snake biting his fingertips hard.

Even Blake's body shook at this moment.

Garona's shouts also became distant and distant, as if they were shouts from far away.

This is not because there is something wrong with his senses, but because his soul level is being pulled into some kind of illusion by a weak but real force.

This process was extremely fast, and he only had time to warn Garona:

"Don't believe any of Bwonsamdi's nonsense, don't even believe a punctuation mark. Wait until I come back before making a decision. That old guy is the worst. You can't fight him."

As soon as he finished speaking, he was completely pulled into it.

At the level of his soul, a big illusion unfolded rapidly.

There was a cold, sticky gray fog all around, but beyond the fog, the clear sound of the collision of sea water could be heard.

"Whoosh, whoosh"

The sound of the flowing sea water is more viscous than normal.

It was as if something else was mixed in, and even through the cold mist, Blake could smell a stink, like the smell emanating from a garbage dump that had been fermenting for several months.

Putrid smell.

He probably guessed where this was.

But he was not afraid.

The area where he is in the material world is not within the sphere of influence of Hades. Hela can pull his soul into this illusion just by relying on the thing that Garona just handed him.

It should be a magic item, a medium that can release soul-affecting spells.

And the surroundings are just illusions.

Although Hela was powerful, she was not powerful enough to kill him in his dream.

Dreams are not the power that Hela is good at, that is the domain of life power.

Some of the shadow powers can also affect dreams.

An additional thing to mention here is that among the six major power systems, the path of shadow practiced by Blake belongs to the large category of shadow power. Unfortunately, another name for shadow power is void.

In other words, the path of shadow has reached its extreme, and even if Black doesn't want to, he still has to deal with the void, those old gods.

In short, dreams are a power that is incompatible with Hela, the god of death.

It can be used to pretend to be a ghost and scare those outsiders who don't know the industry, but for "professionals" like Blake who are proficient in the theory of the six power systems, it really has no deterrent effect at all.

"Hela! Stop playing these little tricks! Come out and let me appreciate the 'respect' of Her Majesty the Queen, whom I have served for many months."

The pirate put his hands on his hips and did not move forward. He just stood there and shouted:

"I killed your men, robbed your ship, and made a deal with your enemies. I became a traitor in Hades. If this can make you a little angry, then I will be honored.

Speaking of which, this is the first time I have met with my Majesty the God of Death since I have been serving you for so long.

Don't be so shy, madam, I heard that when you were a sea witch, you were also a famous 'beauty' in the ten miles and eight towns of Ulduar. "

"Shut up!"

Hearing the shameless talk of Black, the traitor, Hela, who was becoming more and more obscene and prepared for her "grand debut", finally couldn't bear it anymore.

Amid the ear-piercing and deafening roar, the surrounding fog that obscured his vision dissipated completely in an instant.

In the sea breeze filled with the stench of depravity, everything in front of him became clear. Blake's soul had penetrated deep into the illusion of Hades. The place where he was was an island in the turbid sea.

In front of him, there was a Val'kyr sculpture with black wings spread out, like a shrine.

Under his feet, under every stone that made up the island, there was a suffering soul. They were screaming, and the screams that were absolutely not comfortable were mixed with the rolling of the black turbid sea in front of him to form a whole. "Symphony from Hell".

There was a haze in the sky, like the deep despair of an approaching storm, and pale thunder and lightning, like snakes, rolling back and forth in the thick black clouds.

There is light in the distant clouds.

But it doesn't make people feel comfortable at all. It is a dim, pale, lifeless light. What it represents in this dark place is definitely not hope.

"Buzz"

The violent wind and waves filled with cold power swept over, causing Blake to raise his hands in front of him.

Just a few dozen meters away, in the turbid water filled with disgusting hell squids and soul-destroying jellyfish, a huge creature was getting up.

That is the god of death who exists in Hades in the form of the damned, the protector and scourge of all Vrykul after death, the mad Titan betrayer, the guardian of the fallen world, the queen of the Kingdom of Shadows, the one who brings disaster and despair The god of the north wind.

That's Hela.

The first thing that appeared in front of the pirates from the waves was nine black tentacles, like the tentacles of a giant octopus, filled with strange scales, flesh suckers, and black bone spurs.

They were like dancing hydras, scurrying into the sky amidst the roar of the ocean, and entangling the island and reef where Blake was located from nine directions.

With the support of the tentacles, Hela's upper body was lifted above the Dead Sea.

She still generally maintains the appearance of a Vrykul woman, but has been enlarged more than ten times. Hela's upper body alone, measured from the waist up, is nearly thirty meters tall.

An absolute giant.

But the appearance is very bad.

Not only did he not pay much attention to personal hygiene, but the blue-gray skin exposed outside the armor was covered with stains from seaweed and water plants, as well as the huge black claws that had transformed into bird claws.

With how sharp and huge this thing is, it can easily grab the main battleship of Kul Tiras with one claw on the sea.

Of course, Hela is a goddess after all, and she will definitely not use such a low-level and crude attack method.

As for Blake, what he paid most attention to about the crazy god of death in front of him was the black wings on Hela's back. Compared to her huge body, these two pairs of raven-like wings looked very small.

It is obviously impossible for it to soar into the sky with Hela.

It just represents Hela's former identity and is a memorial to the past. Hela was once a Val'kyr, an energy body and structure similar to the appearance of an angel.

The Black Winged Angel Shrine in front of Blake is probably what Hela once looked like.

Moreover, this goddess's "dressing" taste is somewhat strange.

She basically didn't have any serious clothes on her body, but she was wearing the remains of ships of various sizes.

The keels, masts, broken decks, and sides of the ship were just casually attached to her huge body, connected with each other by black decaying fishing nets.

A bad fishnet suit that doesn't make men's eyes light up.

The most peculiar thing is that on the shoulder of her left arm, there is the wreckage of a sailing battleship that was broken in the middle, and the still intact half of the ship is used as a shoulder armor.

This dress can't be said to be shocking, it can only be said to be completely unremarkable.

In a practical sense, it perfectly interprets the meaning of the word "madness". As long as the god of death in front of him has some taste, he will not dress like this.

Compared with her, Bwonsamdi's very retro troll + heavy metal style outfit can be considered handsome and unique.

To be honest, Hela's appearance is quite shocking and quite intimidating.

Unfortunately, it is of little use to "well-informed" pirates.

The big scenes he had seen were much more powerful than Hela's pitiful "majesty".

However, Blake is a very polite person.

Even though the Hela in front of him was the embodiment of almost all the malice in the entire world and was far from majestic, he still took a step back slightly after Hela appeared.

Using the extremely standard royal etiquette of Kul Tiras, he made a ceremonial gesture toward Hela in front of him, as if he were meeting the king.

Then he straightened up.

Hela, who was glaring in front of her, with the background filled with pale lightning dancing on the turbid sea, said:

"Your Majesty, with all due respect, you should really change your royal stylist. Do you need me to recommend one to you? I have connections in Boralus and can give you a discount."