Shadow Trails in Azeroth

"do not come!"

Hela turned around and saw the old orc who was starting up on the platform. The fire of anger ignited in the latter made the death demigod tremble with fear.

She screamed and whipped her tentacles toward the shore.

The dwarf prince Muradin and the gray wolf Jean rushed over from the left and right. Amidst the roar of the gods and the distant howling of the wolf, the two heavy tentacles were blocked from the coast.

They endured the slapping of tentacles and plowed their arduous steps along the shores of the platform.

The admiral with the sword in his hand glanced coldly at the old orc. He raised his hands, with the two intertwined swords clasping his palms. The wave wrapped him and walked forward, charging forward one step ahead of Brox.

He rarely had to clear a path for a greenskin to charge.

What a shame.

Dai Lin said without looking back:

"If you miss, greenskin, without Hela, I will kill you with my own hands!"

"I don't think you have that chance, and I don't think I'm going to miss it."

Brooks also replied casually.

Further ahead of him, Varok and Lantrisso were fighting to the death in the waves of the Sea of ​​Hell, advancing for him. All the warriors made the most correct choice around Brox at this moment.

With the angry heart in his hand, the unsuppressable anger condensed into substance, and the battle ax in the old orc's hand melted again with a howl.

"Give the poor ax some time to breathe, and look what it has become!"

Fenna sighed, threw the box containing the sword from her luggage, kicked it open, and pointed at the Wrath of Hela placed inside.

explain:

"I lent it to you, old guy, but you will teach me the death wish when you come back! Don't try to trick me again this time."

"I want an axe. I'm not used to this kind of sword."

Brooks complained.

The next moment, he was wrapped in the materialized fire of anger and sighed and grabbed the cold sword. However, the sword that was wrapped in angry flames seemed to melt quickly under the astonished gaze of the orcs. It has been shaped into another image.

A beheading ax wrapped in dragon bones, decorated with dragon heads, splashing with coldness, and unrivaled in sharpness.

"Hahaha"

The old orc laughed.

Holding the Heart of Anger in his left hand, and holding the "Sky Battle Ax" that changed shape due to his power in his right hand, he straightened his waist again and aimed at Hela's head in the angry vision of his red eyes.

He said:

"I have a beating heart of rage, a battle ax in my hand that howls for freedom, a terrifying death as my opponent, and a reason to win.

It seems that today is my lucky day.

I know you're all tired of hearing this, but"

Amidst the roars of the orcs, Brox, who pushed his death wish to the extreme, led a flaming charge with satisfaction. At the end of the cleared coast, amidst the screams of a group of warriors and heroic spirits, with the help of Kane ·The totem smashed by Blood Hoof borrows force in the air.

But the distance is still not enough.

"I'm here to help!"

In Fenner's roar, Kane spun the stick elf twice and threw it out like a cannonball. She came in second and waved the huge Ashbringer in the air like a golf ball, allowing the old orc to catch the sharp blade. Second acceleration under the impact.

Brox also rarely showed the excitement and passion of his youth. He roared and smashed towards Hela.

He even closed his eyes as he fell.

Everything is under control, it's like returning to the past.

Foolproof!

Use this ax to carve out a future for the fallen orc civilization!

"Lok'tar ogar!!!"

Amidst the loud "rumbling" sound, the sea of ​​​​the underworld set off huge waves.

The Queen of Hades, who is extremely happy and sad, also enjoys the treatment of a death wing, but it is obvious that in terms of anti-strike ability, Hela, as a caster, is not as powerful as the Destroyer.

Her head was chopped off by a second headshot, and she fell down on her back with a howl.

With Hela's size, this fall was like a dark mountain in the sea collapsing, crashing into the filthy sea of ​​​​underworld with a loud noise, causing huge waves to the sky.

A large number of disgusting soul-eating squids were pushed ashore by huge waves.

These pale white "specialties of Hades" bared their teeth and claws, trying to pounce on the nearest life, but they were all trampled to death by the old cow's kicks and war tramples.

The blood of the dead demigods surged in the underworld, large tracts polluted the seawater like ink, and the moans of giant beasts swallowing water sounded under the sea.

The tentacles extending to the sea twitched nervously, like uncontrollable black snakes. They were rolling and thrashing, representing the embarrassment and sorrow of the owner who was unable to control his limbs under extreme pain.

The angry tides continued to wash away the shores of the Death Platform. Varok rushed into the sea of ​​​​the underworld and carried his weak brother back from the sea.

Brox squeezed his life even more cruelly this time than in Dalaran. Probably because he learned the lesson from the last fight against the World Destroyer, the old orc was merciless this time.

He squeezed himself to the point where he only had his last breath left, and his fatal blow with the death wish that burned his life also brought brilliant results.

The arrogant Hela was defeated.

Although there was Grom Hellscream Jewel in front, it was indeed Brox who, with the help of other warriors, struck the defeat.

After repelling the World Destroyer, he defeated a demigod head-on.

Even though there are indeed many bonuses from unexpected factors, the results are real.

When Brox was carried back, the old orc was still clutching the Dragon-Slaying Ax and the Heart of Anger in his hands. He was already taking in less air and outgoing more.

All it takes is a casual ax to harvest the life of this dangerous orc.

But neither Dai Lin, who hated greenskins extremely, nor Jean in werewolf form, chose to take action.

They just stood on the coast and watched coldly as Brox was brought back to the orcs, and was treated by Kane with herbs.

The existence of hatred is real.

The past bloody grievances between the two clans can only be repaid with blood. But since it is a test of strength, let’s put the warrior’s “professional ethics” first.

Others should pay the necessary respect to a warrior who has done something great that they could not do.

Even if the two sides will chop their weapons on each other the moment they leave Hell, at least now, this respect is real. Nor did they respect Brox's status as an orc.

They just respect the power.

"Something's floating up!"

Lord Darius, whose mane was covered with blood and whose eyes were injured in the chaotic battle with Hela, stood high on the platform of the coastal shrine and looked out. This "big bad wolf" shouted to the others :

"Get out of the way! Get out of the way quickly, the sea water is washing it up."

At Lord Crowley's reminder, the people on the coast retreated.

The black and dirty waves quickly pushed the tumbling things on the bottom of the sea to the shore. Amid the roaring vibrations, a huge figure "climbed" up the coast little by little, like a beached whale, constantly pushed by the sea water.

Hella!

It's Hela.

The upper body of the Hades Queen was sunk deeply into the dirty beach of the Underworld Sea. Her tentacles were swaying around her, and she would be lifted up with difficulty from time to time and then fall down twitchingly.

Her filthy upper body was now soaked in blood, and those decorations in bad taste were filled with the embarrassment and loss of the lost.

But the winner is actually no better.

All the soldiers were in the same embarrassment. They did not win easily. All the unique skills were almost used to the best of their ability, and this was the only way to send Hela to the current situation.

In the past, the evil sea witch would have complained bitterly about why these mortals worked so hard for Odin. Was that old one-eyed dragon nice to them?

How much does it cost to hire them to be heroes?

Vicious questions like how much their funeral expenses will be.

In fact, if you think about it carefully, His Majesty Hela was also a talkative little public servant in the past.

Unfortunately, the fallen former guardian no longer has the energy to talk dirty.

Her huge Vrykul head was chopped open from the center of her forehead, and the horrific cracks extended to between her eyes in the blue flesh-crushing erosion wound.

The fatal blows of the two orcs hit the same position accurately, and the crazy chops made Hela's faceplate look like a vase on the verge of breaking, covered with broken scars.

It was obvious that she was trying very hard to save her life.

She has tried many methods in the underworld, but the power of death is still pulling away, like escaping from a deflated balloon. No matter how tight she is, she cannot stop the flow of life force.

As the God of Death, she had seen the arrival of the black-robed death in a trance, and the invisible and indifferent power had opened a path to the afterlife for her.

She is coming to the end.

Although this is by no means the end of Hela's story, she and her Nine Martial Gods will be reborn in the Maw.

But again, death can take away failure, but it cannot take away shame.

"You, these inferior creatures"

At the moment when her cursed life came to an end, Hela, who had undergone a failed "craniotomy", struggled to move her eyes and looked at the soldiers of all races on the coast who were looking at her as if they wanted to wait for her to die before cheering. them.

And at the last moment of this life journey, Hela still chose to spread the malice in her heart to the lives in front of her.

She said word by word in a voodoo tone that was breathless and unwilling:

"You will never try to defeat death."

There was hatred in her eyes.

It is the viciousness formed by the pain that cannot be eliminated after the aging of time. It is the stubborn revenge that is difficult to understand and recognize.

This may be a pitiful person, but no one present can give her sympathy.

"Whoosh"

A black stream of light crossed the desolate coast and surged into the mist above the Hades Sea.

It was a pair of jet-black wings flying. The River Styx that had just pushed Hela out opened again, bypassing Odin and dropping a huge halberd from the sky that was inserted in the center of the Sea of ​​Styx.

The slender and swift figure plunged into the River Styx and swam down the river like a fish.

It was a Val'kyr.

Her speed was so fast that everyone present could react, but no one could stop her from leaving.

And as the sound of another pair of wings flapping echoed, at the end of Hela's life, when the arrogant Queen of Hades was about to die on the shore as thirsty as a fish out of water, the guy she least wanted to see was It was flapping its wings and falling slowly in the mist.

Blake Shaw is also in a bad mood.

Even though he was wearing a pair of cool blue magic wings flapping outside the mighty Luna armor, the embarrassment in that posture could not be concealed. Both of his wings had several holes and were even torn into tatters. .

There were also several deep scars on the Moon God armor. After this battle, the armor was in urgent need of finding a good blacksmith to repair it.

The stinky pirate even staggered when he landed.

But as the dark green Watcher's cloak swayed, the neat rows of Nine Martial God Death Masks on his belt made the dying Hela's eyes widen.

A total of six!

There were only nine people in the Nine Martial Gods. Just now, Anhild, the last surviving one, escaped from Hades and entered the Maw. Eight of them died, and six of them died at the hands of pirates.

"I have really used all my cards, my lord."

The pirate stood in front of the Queen of Hades, his former boss, and said to Hela who was half buried in the beach in front of him with a weak villain sound effect:

"I have tried all methods except embracing death. It's a pity that I still couldn't defeat your Nine Martial Gods before you were defeated.

I would like to retract my slander about the poor quality of Hades staff.

I admit, you have some good guys who can fight well.

It's a pity that the sweet-sounding Sister Anhelder is really very stubborn.

I even promised her to be the third mate on my ship, but she still chose to refuse. I'm really curious, how did you get them to be so loyal?

There must be a trick to this kind of thing, right? "

"Stay away from me. Betrayer."

Hela closed her eyes with disgust. She struggled and said to the soldiers in front of her:

"Someone, kill me, quickly! I don't want the last guy I see in the material world to be him. It's such bad luck, what a shame, what a nightmare."

"Don't be so heartless."

Blake reached out and took off the scarred black owl helmet, letting his long golden hair hang loosely on his shoulders. There were still terrifying bloodshot eyes in his ocean blue eyes.

Those are the remnants of the time when humanity returned from beastliness, which means that the pirates are actually not particularly sober now.

He waved back.

The idiot Finna knowingly pulled out the blood-stained Ashbringer and threw it towards the pirates, and was firmly grasped by Blake.

This holy blade of light seemed to feel that its "moment of glory" was coming. The moment it fell into Blake's hand, it began to burn fiercely.

The pirate stepped forward with a flaming lightsaber.

One step, two steps, three steps.

He walked to the front of Hela's huge forehead crack, reached out to touch Hela's dirty flesh, and waved the weapon in his hand at the vicious eyes that were waiting for him.

There was a smile on that face.

As if comforting the little girl, he said:

"Don't be afraid, look at my sword, it's really cool."

"puff"

The blazing holy blade of light penetrated the shredded wound of the God of Death before Hela issued the final vicious curse.

As the pirate flipped his wrist and turned hard, Hela swallowed her last breath in the most painful brain burning, and her body began to burn from the ignited head scar.

The golden flame of order burned very quickly, and almost in the blink of an eye, the vicious and ugly Queen of Hades turned into a burning pillar of fire on the beach of Hades Sea.

The golden flame was rising, as if a switch had been turned on.

The cold fog that had shrouded Hades for countless years was quickly dissipating, and bright beams of light fell from the sky, illuminating this cold place of death.

The dead souls of Hylagar on the eternal battlefield retreated in horror. They screamed and avoided the lights, even though those lights did not carry any lethal power.

It's not the light they fear.

But the guy who will come with the light.

The grudge is over.