Shadow Trails in Azeroth

In the world of Azeroth, every powerful weapon has its own legend, and although the world doesn't understand it, as long as a weapon has a legend, it must have its own character.

Legendary Blades always have their own preferences, and some of them are very unique.

For example, Ashbringer likes Fenner very much, and also likes the Holy Light, and hates the undead and demons.

Salameni, for example, is very arrogant and only obeys those who can change the world.

Another example is Blood Roar.

This battle ax that seals the heart of the legendary Goron not only likes to roar with its master in battle, but also has a very bad habit.

It likes to chop off the heads of its enemies.

It just can't put it down when it comes to headshots.

It will cheer loudly and dedicate its power to everyone who can use it to achieve accurate headshots.

"boom"

A loud noise exploded on the endlessly rolling sea of ​​​​the underworld, leaving other warriors stunned, as if it was a "classic reenactment" of the Battle of Dalaran.

Grom took advantage of Hela's tentacles to complete the second stage of liftoff in the air.

Burning with anger, it turned into a fiery red "meteor", crossed an exaggerated arc, and finally hit Hela's big head accurately.

This ax is so heavy.

The permanent divine shield outside Hela's body was split open with an axe, and in the furious killing state blessed by the remaining strength and angry heart, Gorehowl's ax blade was fiercely cut into Hela's messy body. of hair.

Let the blood of Death flow out like a fountain for the first time in her kingdom.

Others are fine.

After all, they had seen or heard of more exaggerated headshots in Dalaran, but the Supreme Shieldmaiden who saw this scene for the first time was so frightened that the spear in her hand dropped to the ground.

Time seemed to be suspended.

Heya turned to look at the "pocket sisters" beside her. She stammered and asked:

"Are you, your warriors over there, all such monsters? Why aren't you surprised at all? That greenskin! He chopped off Hela's head with an axe!

Even Odin can't do this! "

"Calm down."

Fenner was also shocked.

But the stupid soldier waved his hands in a pretentious manner and said:

"It would be nice to see this kind of thing more often. However, why did Grom's move just now look so familiar?"

She turned to look at the old orc Brox who stopped behind her.

The expression under the latter's dragon-bone battle helmet was also very strange.

He watched Grom complete this impossible kill, he sighed and said:

"He learned it"

When Fenna heard these words, the stupid warrior's eyes suddenly widened, and she said:

"It really is your legendary power 'Death Wish', right? How did you teach him? You obviously taught it to me too! Why can't I learn it? Is the knowledge you gave me full of water?"

Brooks glanced at Fenner, who was full of energy, with complicated eyes.

He shook his head with a sense of disappointment.

He did briefly teach Fenna the skills of Death Wish during the Battle of Dalaran, but he hid something.

Not every warrior can learn this strange legendary power. In addition to an exquisite understanding of the way of anger, it also requires a core factor.

Only a warrior with the will to die can comprehend the ultimate rage that combines the will to die with the madness of rage.

In other words, you must have a world-weary or suicidal heart before you can learn the death wish.

Warriors like Fenner who love the world will never have a chance to meet this power.

This is not a skill for the happy, and the old orc would never want other warriors to master this kind of power, especially a young girl like Fenna.

If one day she also learns this power, it means that Fenner has definitely lost the most important thing in her life.

She allowed pain and despair to fill her dead body, and allowed the never-ending darkness to forge herself into a weapon that could kill gods, but that swing of the ax was by no means a relief.

so.

"Grom, underneath your crazy appearance, do you actually have a scarred heart seeking relief?"

Brooks sighed.

He didn't tell anyone this secret, not even his brother.

But Grom used the power of death wish in front of him, which meant that a madman like Grom also understood that "sadness".

"He's still alive!"

The sharp-eyed Muradin shouted in the dead silence.

Amid Hela's terrifying scream, a figure like a black dot was thrown out by her head, and was hit hard by the tentacles of death dancing in the air.

Like a baseball, it whizzed and hit the edge of the coast.

Once hit at that speed, the weak Grom would be dead even if he had ten lives.

"Whoosh"

The three power illusions moved and superimposed exquisitely, causing the figure of the sword Samuro, who had just lost his hand, to cross the coast like lightning and jump into the sky.

The moment he caught the weak Grom, the sword master withdrew the flaming blade from his back.

The moment he recited a strange incantation in a low voice in the orc language, the blue elemental fire rose from the sharp edge of the black stone sword, and with Samuro's perfect skill counterattack, Hela's tentacles were struck in the air. The sky split into two.

Just the next second, the two orcs were hit by the corrosive sludge that Hela spat out in pain, like a heavy cannon, causing them to fall again.

There were also deadly tentacles that came down like heavy hammers, but were blocked by Varok and Lantreso.

Alas, Juggernaut, a profession with high attack power and low health, relies on skills. Faced with this kind of range attack with no blind spots, and at high altitude, it is really difficult for them to avoid it.

It was smashed down at such a fast speed, and the bombardment of the huge waves of the underworld set off by Hela in severe pain made it impossible for the soldiers to spare their hands to rescue these two desperate guys.

But then, a person who no one expected suddenly stood up.

Kane Bloodhoof, who had just been hit by Hela's death lightning and was instantly killed, roared to his feet in the burst of earth-yellow light. He opened his broad arms, one on each side, to help Grom and Samuro securely. .

The terrifying impact pushed the old cow to plow two ravines on the spot, but it finally stood firm amid the shattering of the ground.

"you you you you!"

Supreme Shield Girl Heya really opened her eyes today.

In the past, Grom exploded the head of the god of death, and in the latter, a dead man performed a resurrection from the dead in front of her, which was not the kind of ghostly resurrection.

Lao Niu's anger beat so vividly, proving that he was indeed a living being.

"Mother Earth will bless her children"

The tauren chief shrugged, showed a sly smile, and said to the wide-eyed and stammering Heya:

"What? Little Vrykul girl, is this the first time you have seen the earth reborn? Remember, when you face a tauren like me in the future, killing it once is not enough."

"Okay, they are all unique skills."

Fenner, who held her angry heart high and acted as the mobile "BUFF Girl", complained softly.

She looked at Lao Niu with strange eyes, thinking that no wonder her bratty brother wanted her to learn from Lao Niu. If she could learn such a magical skill, what would she have to fear?

Two lives!

She would dare to challenge Grom.

"Ah! Immortal bastard!"

No one among the warriors was harmed. On the other hand, Hela's forehead was still embedded with a battle ax that roared loudly to cheer for Grom. The skull of her Titan creation body was very strong, but it had already sunk from her forehead. .

She was in pain.

She seriously doubted that the damn orc's ax had destroyed some logical circuits in her head.

Don't be surprised, Titan creations are essentially metal structures. There really are such things as logical circuits and thinking modules in their minds.

Hela felt that she could not fight anymore.

Her noble body has been destroyed. If she were killed with another headshot, she would probably lose this body, and the Nine Martial Gods didn't know what happened to them.

Now only Anhelder and Anadeni were left.

Although under such circumstances, the combat power of the only two Val'kyr would break through to the level of demigods, Hela had already lost confidence in the battle situation in front of her.

That bastard Odin really chose a group of "unique brothers" to come and conquer her.

There are already orcs who can chop off her shield and head with an axe. God knows what tricks the remaining active warriors have, just in case another ruthless character pops up who can instantly kill a demigod.

I have to explain myself here today.

It is not Hela's style to resist desperately, because she is not in a desperate situation.

Hell is connected by the River Styx and the Maw. There is no need for him to stay here and fight with these bastard mortals. The most important thing is that the magic node that imprisons Odin and the Hall of Valor is on his body.

As long as he lives, Odin will never step out of the Hall of Valor!

As for Hades

Since these warriors want it, then give it to them. Anyway, the souls of the dead on this land will never be eliminated. What they get here is only a trivial honor.

And their future will be consumed in the endless confrontation with these immortal souls.

The initiative is still with her.

Odin cannot block the River Styx. He can come back at any time and bring the army of death that the Warden has forged in the Maw to give these bastards a real surprise!

Haha, you are only allowed to shake people, but I am not allowed to shake them?

Odin, let's take our time and see.

This is not over yet!

Thinking of this, Hela was not entangled. She reached out and flicked away the blood roar on her head. She covered the blood-spurting forehead with her left hand and pointed at the roaring warriors in front of her with her right hand.

She retreated into the depths of the underworld and said in a vicious tone:

"Now that you have won, warriors, congratulations on defeating the Lord of Hades. Enjoy this hard-won victory, but I will be back soon.

At that time, I will strangle you to death with my own hands, and I will find out the most precious things in your miserable lives one by one, and torture and destroy them one by one in front of your wailing souls.

You can win ten thousand times

And I only need to win once. Pray to the 'great' Odin, and pray that the cold bastard can protect you. "

Behind her, the violent winds and waves on the Sea of ​​Styx rolled into a trickle, and the invisible River Styx was opening. It was the road to the world of the dead, a road that the living could not walk.

Jean, who had turned into a werewolf, roared and stepped forward. Immediately, there was a coldness rising up his paws. The cold made Jean's soul tremble. In a trance, he saw a strange eye floating in front of him, staring at him coldly. ,

Gene roared, but was eventually forced to pull back on the balls of his feet.

That was another world warning him.

If you want to embark on this path, you can

Give up your life to buy money!

"Just let her go?"

Fenner looked back at the old orc Brox, her eyes widened and she said:

"Come on! Give her an ax! Black said this guy is not as strong as Deathwing. One more headshot and she will be dead!"

"late."

The old orc shook his head and said:

"The best opportunity has been lost. Grom's explosion was too sudden. I couldn't keep up. I'm really old."

Hela laughed.

She has already embarked on the path to the River Styx. How can these mortals resist the majesty of death?

She admitted that Odin did choose the best time to raid the empty defenses of Hades, catching her off guard and almost leading to a humiliating defeat.

But she was still more skilled.

Odin is indeed a warrior, as reckless and impulsive as he was hundreds of thousands of years ago.

If she were to carry out such a suicidal raid, the top priority would be to cut off the escape route, which must be arranged in advance.

Haha, it's a pity that Odin has no chance to reflect and summarize.

"No, my daughter."

Just when Hela was about to completely merge into the River Styx, a voice that made her frown echoed with the blazing sun rising in the sky of Hades.

At the highest point of the Hall of Valor, which had completely stopped and dimmed, Odin held his lightning spear Gungnir high. The King of War laughed and made a throwing motion.

He shouted:

"I sacrificed one eye to see through the fog of the world of death. I am as familiar with the road to the Shadow Realm as you are.

I am as familiar as you are about the greedy River Styx.

It is alive.

It is the tongue of the abyss, greedily devouring everything. When it is disturbed, it will also make its own counterattack. Sorry, my daughter, but today, I cannot let you leave. "

"Whoosh"

With Odin's all-out blow, the Thunder Spear fell from the sky amidst the roar of the King of War, like a golden thunder streaking across the sky of the material world and Hades.

After Odin threw this shot, he half-knelt on the ground with difficulty, and in his one eye, what was reflected was the rolling waves of the Styx, roaring and "vomiting" out the poisonous power of order. .

Also thrown out of the River Styx was Hela, who had a chance to win.

"No! Don't close the door! I'm not in yet!"

The Queen of Hades roared.

But in front of her, there was only a huge lightning war spear inserted into the sea of ​​​​the underworld. It was a giant's weapon, and the King of War threw it out at the most critical moment.

At this time, the mottled war spear was like a wall or a mountain blocking Hela and the Shadow Realm.

Give Hela a little more time, and she can move the mountain.

However.

"It's screaming, it's roaring, it's saying."

Fenna put the angry heart into the old orc's hand, pointed at Hela roaring on the sea of ​​​​the underworld, and shouted:

"It's time to go!"

"superior!"

"Kick her to death!"