Shadow Trails in Azeroth

Wigfuss Bladebreeze was very happy.

It was notorious for killing countless fellow Vrykuls during its lifetime, and was the most ruthless and terrifying Vrykul pirate king in its era.

Of course, it is impossible for such an evil soul to peek into the glory of the Hall of Valor.

After it died in a polar storm sweeping across the sea, its drowned cursed soul naturally came to the "good place" of Hades.

For other vrykul, falling into Hades means a terrible ending, but for a guy like Vigfus Daowind who does all kinds of evil, Hades is really the best destination for him.

In a hell composed of the most despicable bastards, this ruthless butcher relied on his cold-blooded cruelty, cunning and vicious nature to quickly stand out among Hela's cannon fodder.

It quickly won Hela's admiration.

And after launching a rare successful sneak attack and massacre against the Vrykul clan under Odin's protection, he used the heads of hundreds of Vrykul warriors as tribute, and finally received two holy blades given by Hela.

The War Swords of Valajar, a pair of supreme blades specially prepared for the bravest heroes by the heroic blacksmiths under Odin, were certainly not obtained by Hela through light means.

On the eve of the Evil Queen's collaboration with the traitors of the Titans to seal Odin in the Sky Fortress, the cunning Hela stole many important things from Odin's treasury.

For example, Black once owned Odin's Shield Shivara's Protection.

Hela is very picky. She only brings those sacred objects that will greatly enhance the power of Odin's men. However, these swords were not stolen by Hela, but the brave spirit holding them killed alone in order to save Odin. Lost items after entering Hades.

It can only be said that the Queen got a bargain out of thin air.

Not only did she snatch the holy blade, but she also injected her own power of corruption into it, not just to humiliate Odin, but also for a more practical purpose.

She longed to create her own Hela warriors just like Odin forged the Legion of Heroes.

Unfortunately, it was too difficult to select a qualified soul in this hellish place like Hell. Hela had no choice but to be short and choose the general. In the end, she chose the cruel soul of Vigforth Daowind to take charge of the Blade of Wrath.

Hela was not concerned about Wigforth's loyalty or his inability to wield this supreme weapon well.

Because not everyone can use these two swords, Hela made it clear when she gave the blade. Odin's power surged in the holy sword, eager to see war and destruction.

If Wigforth cannot rain down this destruction on others, then it will have to bear it on itself.

Under such pressure, Wigforth did not let Hela down after getting the double blades. It had already plundered many powerful souls for Hades to prove that it was worthy of these two swords.

It obviously confuses the two concepts of "power" and "cruelty".

But it doesn't matter. In the cultural tradition of Hades, these two words have always meant the same thing. And now, Vigfus Daowind is about to harvest the next brave soul for Queen Hela.

It looked at the Supreme Shieldmaiden Heya who was knocked to the ground by it. It sneered cruelly and strode forward with the Valajar sword in hand. It wanted to harvest this soul who was qualified enough to step into the Hall of Valor.

This will allow it to receive the supreme praise from Hela, and the Nine Martial Gods under His Majesty to whom it is loyal will soon become the "Ten Martial Gods".

Hahaha.

A feeling of pride surged in the heart of the cruel Helagal, causing it to say vulgar words:

"Woman! Weak."

Looking at the Supreme Shieldmaiden who fell to the ground and struggled to get up in front of her, her unyielding expression and the blood on her face, Wigfus Daowind's cold heart was filled with the ecstasy of a tormentor.

It likes to see such expressions on the faces of its enemies, it is a compliment to the killer.

And the shameful feeling in my heart about being almost killed by the stinky pirate with a sword also dissipated in the face of such weird enjoyment.

Alas, I am still so strong, and the two blades in my hands are unparalleled! It just missed it accidentally last time. After it has enjoyed this sad and powerful soul, it will go looking for that stinky pirate again.

How dare a mere junior to be so arrogant in front of a senior?

He really needs to be taught a lesson.

"He, tui!"

Heya, who was knocked down by the angry double blade, showed her attitude with practical actions. This counterattack was somewhat rude.

But there is no way, the Vrykul people are such men.

They are really not good at humiliating others with words, and their curse words are so poor that it makes Black sad to see them and makes the greenskins cry when they hear them.

The Supreme Shield Girl's eyes were filled with shame and disdain.

She knew very well that she did not lose to this shameful butcher, but to the two swords in its hands. Those two weapons possessed two different divine powers.

The searing one comes from the Lord of War, giving the wielder endless brute strength and furious fervor.

The coldness comes from the Queen of Hades, which invalidates all enemies' protection and then imposes a fragile curse on them.

If a real warrior held them, the Supreme Shieldmaiden probably wouldn't be able to last even one round, but she was tired from fighting for a long time, and she still fought back and forth with Vigfuss Bladewind several times. minute.

This is enough to prove that the coward in front of him who thinks he is powerful is just relying on the power of the holy sword to do evil.

Heya is not afraid of death.

Every Valkyrie candidate is not afraid of death, she is just afraid of not dying gloriously enough. And dying in the hands of such a person is simply an extreme humiliation of the word glory.

But Wigforth ignored the disdain in Heya's eyes.

The hatred and humiliation in those big gray eyes made it even more excited. If it were still alive, it would definitely humiliate the female warrior in front of it first.

It's a pity that it no longer has that function.

But it doesn't matter. The more it does this, the more it enjoys it. It just likes this feeling that you can't defeat me and there is nothing you can do.

"Die, I will send you to a 'good place'."

The cruel Helagar sneered and waved his swords, slashing at Heya in front of him. It had already seen the head flying up and blood splattering everywhere.

The head of this beautiful and punchable vrykul woman will definitely become its best collection.

The two blades slashing down in anger lit up two different lights. Heya opened her eyes angrily. Even if she died, she would always remember this bastard's face. After death, she would also...

"boom"

A dim tauren halberd swept over and accurately blocked the double swords of Vigfus Daowind. The tall Narmus roared, holding the eagle's claw in his hand, Block the flaming swords with the tenacity of an ancient halberd.

This soul's eyes were red, and he was roaring as if he were alive.

The divine power passed down from generation to generation by the Gaoling clan pushed the brutal Helagar general back several steps, and was knocked back several steps by Gaoling's ruthless killing blows with the halberd in his hand.

The combat skills that Huon Gaoling used to slaughter the Dread Lords were used. They were very similar to the fighting methods of the orc hunters, but they were more suitable for the powerful and heavy tauren.

Narmus spun the halberd and watched calmly as the angry Wigforth charged towards him. Just before the collision, the tauren hunter's huge body made a delicate jump back, allowing the Hela warrior to miss.

He jumped back and then charged forward. The halberd in his hand was like an eagle pouncing on food. He struck three mongoose strikes extremely quickly, poking three holes in the Hela warrior.

In the end, he withdrew like an eagle spreading its wings.

A powerful and heavy blow from the raptor almost knocked away the Sword of Odin's Wrath from Wigforth's hand.

such a pity.

The eagle's claws no longer have Loa's divine power, otherwise the three piercings just now would be enough to tear this weak soul apart instantly.

"Tauren, you are too far away from home."

The beaten Hela warrior was shocked, thinking that another difficult enemy was coming, but after seeing the opponent clearly in front of him, it let out a wolf-like laugh.

It licked its lips and said:

"After knocking you down, I will tie you up with chains and tie you in front of His Majesty's shrine, and make you suffer the torment of the underworld sea every day until you cry for death.

But I will cruelly reject you!

I want to kill a hundred tauren like you among your people because of your disrespect and overestimation.

I want you to watch them cry and melt with your own eyes."

"Of course you can go to Highmountain."

Narmus burned his soul and said:

"I am just the weakest among my people. I am a disgrace to them. I really want to send you to Highmountain to show you how cruel the Highmountain clan is to the evil ones.

A bastard like you who relies on weapons to show off his violence will not be able to survive even a night in our snowy mountains.

Do you only bully women? "

Gao Ling launched his ancestral taunt:

"Why don't you dare to compete with a man like you?"

"joke."

Wigforth laughed and raised the sword again, saying:

"How long can your soul burn? It's really strange today, a woman who wants to die, and a man who imitates other people's heroes. Unfortunately, you were frustrated during your lifetime, and you are destined to achieve nothing after your death!

I don't need to break you at all.

I just need to watch you burn out the last of your strength and turn into a weak landlubber. "

"boom"

It was answered with a fiercer and faster spear thrust.

Narmus gave up the provocation. The Hela warrior in front of him was right. He had a limited time to burn himself, and he must defeat it before he weakened.

The dim eagle's claw was responding to the fighting will of Narmus, the last guardian of the eagle's claw. It seemed to be glowing again, but the high mountain cow no longer cared.

He just wants to complete the last battle of his existence in this world before he dies completely.

War spears and war swords collide.

The fierce battle made Helagar around him afraid to step forward. Narmus' hunting tactics were extremely ferocious. The advantage of long weapons like war spears made him not afraid of group attacks at all.

If anyone dares to come up to provoke, the wild slaughter of a spinning strike is enough to turn those soldiers into a fog.

Wigforth is feeling the pressure, too.

This was a completely different pressure from the previous battle with Heya. It could defeat Heya by crushing her weapon with the power of the sword, but it could not crush the weapon of the crazy minotaur in front of it.

Although the dull war spear was dusty, it was obviously a supreme weapon that was not weaker than the Holy Blade of Wrath.

The inability to break the weapon meant that it fell into a similar predicament as fighting Blake. It had to rely on its own combat skills and actual strength to complete this battle.

But facing a madman who already had death aspirations and even burned his soul, Wigforth shrank shamefully.

Of course, it had countless reasons to defend itself, but this could not change the fact that it had been defending and did not dare to attack. The mad cow with red eyes in front of it gave it a kind of pressure.

As long as it makes one mistake, it will be seriously injured by the increasingly fierce spear piercing it.

It is unwilling to take risks.

Once he is seriously injured, he will probably not be able to suppress the power of Odin in Valajar's sword. That power hates all creatures in Hades. He desperately killed the tauren in front of him and it will not bring him any benefits.

I just need to drag it on.

This tauren didn't have much time left. Its soul had become very thin and it was about to become weak. But at that time, I had plenty of opportunities to kill it.

But Narmus didn't think about this at all.

He just waved his weapon silently, constantly attacking and striking, turning his past shame and failure into burning power, and was bound to complete his curtain call today.

The eagle's claws are mourning.

It's not that it can't withstand the collision of weapons, but that it feels Narmus's weakness, and its talon defender is leaving it again.

"no no!"

The seriously injured Supreme Shield Girl stood up unsteadily, staring at the battle in front of her in real time.

"It's a shame that I don't need a man to save me."

She grabbed her broken spear and limped towards the battlefield in front of her. She wanted to help Narmus defeat Vigfus Bladewind's defense and give Narmus a chance to defeat the enemy with one blow.

Close, close.

"go to hell!"

Heya roared and burst into anger, throwing the broken spear in her hand like a flying axe. The roaring broken spear forced Wigfors to block it with his sword.

At the same time, a high-speed piercing halberd came out of its nest like a poisonous snake, and stabbed into the heart of the Hela warrior with a pop.

Narmus charged forward, trying to tear apart Wigforth's soul. The painful cruel man's eyes were red, and he thrust the sword in his hand at the mad cow regardless.

"puff"

The war sword passed through his chest, and Narmus felt his soul being torn open.

pain!

It hurts.

It was like the pain of having my heart ripped open by Dakar's sharp claws.

But so what?

He is already dead, can he die again?

"die!"

The Gaoling Ox roared and turned its war spear, scattering one-third of Wigforth's body of mist, and only needed one more shot to make up for it. Unfortunately, my time has come.

The power is dissipating.

The soul is no longer burning enough.

Narmus' eyes dimmed.

finally.

In the end, I still couldn't.

"Wow"

The rotating holy blade of light flew over with a roar, and like a blow from a shadow, it pierced Wigforth's heart from behind. The burst of scorching light interrupted the final counterattack of the Hela warriors in a wail.

And Black's tired voice also sounded in Narmus' ears.

He said:

"Finish your hunt. I'll pay you what I owe you."

"Thanks."

Narmus laughed and waved his eagle's claws, and at the moment when Vegforth Bladewind was about to be burned to ashes, he waved his halberd like his ancestor Huon Highmountain.

The cold sword light flashed away.

The Hela warrior's head, which was still full of fear and pain, flew out in a spin, fell at Heya's feet, and was stepped on by the Supreme Shield Girl, turning it into mist.

"boom"

The eagle's claws were propped up on the muddy ground. Narmus, holding his war spear, looked weakly at Blake, who was also in a state of embarrassment.

The Kaoling Cow showed a smile and asked:

"Do you think I'm awesome?"

"dont see."

The pirate held the dimmed Ashbringer angrily. He glanced at the two holy blades at his feet and said:

"But it's really awesome. That raptor strike just now made Hu En Gaoling call him an expert."