Shadow Trails in Azeroth

The cunning soul stealer had great luck.

She was willing to accept that this soul hunting operation would end in failure, but she never imagined that fate would give her a big surprise.

The leader of the Shadow Val'kyr under Hela tied the soul of Orgrim Doomhammer, who was constantly roaring, with chains gathered by the power of death, and flew above the clouds in the sky.

"The lady will reward me for your surrender."

The Soul Stealer spread his black wings and flew while proudly saying to the struggling Orgrim:

"I will gain more divine power from this, and eventually become the leader of the Val'kyr as powerful as the arrogant Anhild, and I will also become the Queen's Valkyrie of Hell!

Stop struggling, orc!

You may have had control of power while alive, but after death you are too weak to be worth mentioning, and you have no idea of ​​the power of your anima. But you are very useful, hahaha.

You are my tribute in exchange for strength!

It doesn't matter if Odin, the tyrannical king, doesn't want you. Hades and the Maw will become your 'warm' new home. "

"I will never surrender to your evil master!"

The Orc King roared in the air, but only received a series of sneers from the evil Val'kyr.

The voice of the soul cannot be sensed by the living. On the chaotic battlefield, the Alliance army is still chasing the defeated orcs. They from Draenor have long since cut off their shamanic heritage.

There is no longer a psychic here who can see through the soul.

After rejecting Odin's solicitation, no one can help him!

"Ouch"

The black wolf Frostclaw watched his master being led away by evil, and his whimpers became more and more desolate.

This loyal beast seems to have sensed that this will be its farewell moment with its master. Around it, the low-level Val'kyr recruits brought by the Soul Stealers have dispersed to find more valuable souls.

Amidst the wails of the ghost wolf, the Hell Val'kyr guarding it took great pleasure in it and burst into evil laughter.

This weather-beaten war wolf is also full of anima. If they take it back together and present it to Queen Hela, they can get more praises.

Of course the bulk of the reward belongs to the Soul Stealer sister, but they can also drink the soup along with her.

It's a pity that these young ladies from Hades don't know that in this mortal world, there is a saying that extreme joy leads to sorrow.

Just as they were dreaming about the beautiful future, a black sickle blade suddenly drew out from the shadows. He was extremely ruthless and chopped off the small sharp-eyed Val'kyr who was the first to discover Orgrim.

The latter's pair of wings were mostly chopped off by this knife, and he screamed and tried to escape.

But from the intertwining shadows, a hand with a sapphire seal reached out, clasped her neck, and then completely cut off her head from her body while the war scythe was turning.

"Ah, with so many animas, your 'nutritional value' is indeed more than ten times that of those mortal souls. I knew that Hela would continue to give me gifts since the last time we said goodbye.

Her Majesty the Queen is so kind and kind.

He was so generous to a traitor like me, which made people feel a little embarrassed. "

The pirate, who looked like a god of death in tattered black clothes, casually divided one-third of the anima of the Shadow Val'kyr in his hand and threw it to the Scythe of Ulthaloth in his hand.

The latter also let out bursts of satisfied laughter, bringing up the purple soul wind and wrapping it around the pirate. In Black's other hand, he held something that shocked several Shadow Val'kyr in front of him.

That buckler!

The buckler shining with Odin's power!

The assassin in front of me is from the tyrannical king Odin!

"clang"

Blake tapped the surface of Odin's Shield with his war scythe, making a clear sound, and shouted to the Shadow Val'kyr in front of him who were raising their weapons:

"You all know who I am, right? No need for me to introduce myself, right?"

"You Val'kyr dare to come and run wild in King Odin's hunting grounds. You are really impatient! Then let me, the 'Temple Assassin' under the Lord of War, purify you group of degenerates. !

evil!

Come on, fight me! "

His provocation was answered immediately.

The hatred between Hela and Odin is ancient and unending. It will only end when one of the two sides falls completely. This hostility is also affecting both camps.

The Shadow Val'kyr may not be able to defeat Odin's Valkyries, but they can tell that the self-proclaimed Templar Assassin in front of them is just a pure flesh and blood human.

And more importantly, they did recognize him.

This is a traitor from Hades!

This is Blackshaw, the Kul Tiran pirate who killed Harbron. Her Majesty the Queen has issued a generous reward for his soul. Every Kvaldir in Hades is eager for his head.

"ha!"

A tall Shadow Val'kyr wielded a gloomy Shadow Spear, and with the power of flapping wings, he thrust a powerful and heavy spear towards Black.

The other three Val'kyr also took action at the same time, throwing out black shadow chains with both hands like soul stealers to bind the pirates in place.

This was their standard plan for dealing with vrykul warriors.

It just never works.

But the problem is, just because Black is holding a shield, it doesn't mean he is a warrior.

"boom"

The priceless Shield of Odin was thrown out by the pirates in the next moment with a fatal throwing technique, which was very similar to a certain captain's miraculous flying shield skills.

There was a clang on the breastplate of the Val'kyr who was stabbing in front of her, but it did not hinder her movement.

These Shadow Val'kyr were all Vrykul before their death. After death, they were awakened like this, but their strength has not weakened. However, compared with a Vrykul in strength, no pirate with any brains would choose this tactic.

The flying shield is thrown out, and the shadow steps up.

Blake's figure appeared behind the three Val'kyr recruits. He swung his scythe and launched a master-level shadow attack forward. Without the support of the sea, the power of this move was too weakened.

But Ursales, a bad guy, smelled the delicious food and was naturally willing to contribute to the pirates.

Along with the swing of the war scythe, there is also the flying and wailing of the purple soul. This attack directly affects the soul, and there is no better way to defeat these creations between reality and reality.

The soul impact made the Val'kyr recruits move slowly. The sharp Soul-Slaying Scythe blade passed by, cutting most of the body of the nearest recruit, and the shadow strike effect of the Assassin Master's Seal was also released.

The other recruits were also staggered by the shadow blast, and then like leeks, their heads were chopped off by Blake swinging the sickle.

What’s so unpleasant about this fight is that.

These Val'kyr were tall, half-giant-like, and Black had to jump up to cut their necks.

Now he finally understood the bitterness of the dwarf assassins.

Three balls of Anima were obtained. Black fairly took one ball for himself, gave one to Ursalus, and used the last ball to activate the soul harvesting of the Shadow Artifact.

As Navagri's soul shattered, the pirate's body was also entangled with thick shadow power, and a huge amount of temporarily strengthened magic power was poured into him.

Seeing the last Val'kyr in front of him charging at him with a spear, the pirate sneered.

He raised his left hand and threw an enhanced pain curse on her. The pain at the soul level erupted, making the tall Val'kyr recruit fall to his knees with a thud, covering his head and screaming.

"Buzz"

The pirate used another newly learned warlock magic, Life Drain.

The ominous green light burst out from his five fingers and connected with the painful Val'kyr, drawing the life force of this strange existence into Black's hands.

"What the hell are you doing?"

Urthalus shouted from his scythe:

"She is a creature of death. She has no life for you to draw from. Who taught you the sorcerer's magic? Change to magic draw. That can drain her magic power and replenish yours."

"Well, I'm a new surgeon, don't worry about that."

At the reminder of the weapon, the pirate awkwardly switched to another absorption spell that had the same principle but a different mode of action. The green light in his palm was replaced by a blue magic entanglement.

As he increased his strength, the Shadow Val'kyr recruit in front of him quickly weakened. After the effect of the painful curse disappeared, she was unable to stand up and fight again.

Blake enjoyed the feeling of taking other people's magic as his own. As he watched, the character card's magic bar filled up rapidly, and its upper limit was increasing bit by bit.

It is indeed evil warlock magic.

Destroy others and strengthen yourself.

"No wonder you can only be favored by Hela, no wonder Odin dismisses you."

The pirate continued to absorb magic power and stepped forward with his war scythe. Looking at the weak Val'kyr recruits on the ground, he said:

"You can't even bear the pain. You are not warriors at all, and you are not even qualified to look up to the Hall of Valor. Hela really doesn't choose, she wants everyone.

Sure enough, betraying her was the most correct thing I did in my career plan. "

The war scythe in Black's hand was raised, and as the Val'kyr raised his head to say harsh words, it slipped quietly. A second later, another weak Anima was in hand.

The pirate held it in his hand, turned around and slashed open the shadow chain binding the claws of the black wolf ghost. He watched the soul of the escaped black wolf jump up quickly, lay down vigilantly, and issued a low threat to him.

Then he handed over the weak heart energy in his hand.

He said to Frostpaw in front of him:

"Want to save your master? Then eat it, you need this power now. You can sense where Orgrim is, right? Wait for me a moment.

Once I've taken care of the rest of the Val'kyr, you'll take me there. "

The loyal beast looked at the pirate warily, but after listening to his words, the black wolf swallowed the anima in Black's hand without hesitation.

The pirate laughed, reached out and flicked the cold sickle in his hand, and asked:

"How many souls do you have to eat to regain your power?"

Ursalus in the scythe, in the sinister and low tone of the Dread Lord, answered the question:

"I'm weak."

"The more the better?"

The pirate snapped his fingers, lifted the Shield of Odin, and looked back at the battlefield behind him. There were many new Val'kyr recruits there, searching for souls everywhere.

Those black and white little girls from Hell didn't know that a hunter was already eyeing them.

The pirate glanced at Frostclaw, the ghost wolf with a fierce look at his feet, and said to the sickle in his hand:

"Then you are blessed today. I'll treat you to a feast in Hell. Remember my hospitality. Go back to Revendres and say a nice word for me to the Emperor."

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"boom"

Orgrim's soul, trapped in chains, was thrown on the damp and tattered deck, while Soul Stealer leaned on her war spear and looked at the sky, her pale face full of smiles.

It seems that he has seen the scene when he received the award from Queen Hela.

"You...what are you?"

Orgrim was lying on the deck. He was unable to break free from this evil chain. He looked at the Shadow Val'kyr again and said:

"I do not belong to Azeroth, my hometown is calling my soul."

"Don't be stupid. All you hear are the calls of those weak Kyrians. They are calling your ghosts to return home in your world, but why take the long way around?"

The Soul Stealer turned around and said sarcastically:

"You really don't belong to Azeroth. Even if you go back to your hometown, what if you go back to another world? After death, you orcs will only go to the same place as the human elves.

The final destination of all things in this group of stars is there.

Be patient and wait.

The Queen will eventually send you to the land of all the dead, of course, if she gets tired of playing with you. Hahaha, you look tough, orc.

Then I hope you are strong enough.

I hope you can last long enough in the Queen's hands before being sent into the abyss from which there is no escape. As a container of anima, you will serve the Lord of Death for eternity.

There is no paradise for you among the stars!

Give up hope now.

That stuff will just make you weak. "