Shadow Trails in Azeroth

"boom"

In the colorful stream of light, the huge figure of the King of War stood on the ground of Hades.

This was not his first visit to this cursed place.

A long, long time ago, when Valargar Fortress first took off, he had to pay an eye in exchange for the knowledge of the dead with a very mysterious guy on this land.

It was then that he was able to see the true face of the world of death.

He finally realized that he had the responsibility to preserve those brave souls so that they could contribute their strength to the necessary missions of this world after death, instead of being sent to that hopeless place to be drained of their last energy.

Odin did not think that forming the Legion of Heroes was a wrong move.

He had seen the Maw in the Shadow Realm with his own eyes, and he knew that those souls would receive such treatment there. Compared with such torture, it would be more like transforming them into another form and staying in this world for a long time. kind of kindness.

But Hela didn't understand.

Maybe she understands.

She just couldn't bear to be treated roughly by Odin.

She trusted him so much.

But in exchange, his body was forcibly destroyed, his soul was reshaped, and he became the agent who helped Odin walk between life and death to find heroic spirits. He took his loyalty as a matter of course.

When the thug destroyed himself, he didn't even consider that when all the Titan Guardians rejected him, he was the only one who stood firmly on his side.

Hela's hatred was caused by her feeling of anger and worthlessness for everything she had suffered.

Isn’t that a good saying?

When love goes unrequited, it transforms into something terrible.

Hela used her hatred to weave a web, trapping the people she hated most for hundreds of thousands of years. She took away Odin's freedom and let him sit back and watch the world he should protect fall apart and change.

She knew this man so well.

She knew how to torture him to make him feel depressed and spend every day like hell.

However, no matter how long the hatred is, it will end one day. Now on the Death Coast of Hades, in the golden flames of Hela's damaged and dirty body, it represents the end of the sad era of imprisonment.

The advent of freedom left guys like Odin at a loss. He came to Hades from the falling light curtain and looked around. Soon, the King of War saw the burning remains on the coast in front of him.

The vicious sea witch could no longer show off her power.

Odin let out a harsh breath.

During the long wait, he also imagined the battle that would break out when he and Hela met again. He would use the warrior's explosion method to make the evil witch realize how stupid it was to provoke the King of War.

He would turn hundreds of thousands of years of wasted time into equal pain and give it to the traitor with whom he had been the closest, but who had also given him a ruthless blow.

But strangely, seeing the traitor he hated the most dying in the flames rarely made Odin, who loved victory and power, feel the slightest bit lucky.

What replaced it was a complicated mood that couldn't be considered relaxing.

It was a mood that rarely rose in Odin's heart, and it was a mood that he would scold as weak. Perhaps, he had always felt guilty in his heart.

No matter how noble the reason is to cover up what he has done to Hela, it cannot change the cruel facts of the past: he did hurt the sea witch who once regarded him as his father.

But Odin is Odin.

He doesn't go far enough to let others see his cowardice.

So with just a stunned effort, he returned to the posture that a king of war should have. He stood on the shore of victory, looking at the soldiers who had done great things in front of him, his one eye filled with admiration and satisfaction.

He said loudly:

"You did it. Because of your noble actions, both Valhalla and I were freed. This elite force prepared for Ragnarok finally no longer has to die in time.

The meaning of our existence will be implemented and fulfilled. Warriors, you will be revered and praised by Valarjar Fortress, and the entire world will spread the news of today.

This trial”

"That's it?"

Before Odin could finish his words, Grom Hellscream, who was sitting on the ground resting, roared angrily:

"Is this what you call a test of strength? A god who is so weak that he can be chopped to death with an ax by an old man who is lame when he walks? Bah, how ridiculous!

The battle started off as a bit of fun, but then took a turn for the worse.

By now, I'm beginning to doubt your vision, Odin.

I admit, it does feel a little glorious when a group of mediocre warriors get together to kill a monster that calls itself the 'Reaper'.

But this is not the fight I want!

So weak!

No one has died yet. Can this be called a trial? Can a battle without death and blood be called a ‘battle’? "

Grom's sideways kick made the other warriors glare at him, wishing they could go up and kick him.

I’m not done with you yet!

Didn’t you see that Odin is about to give out rewards?

Isn’t this what everyone is working so hard for? What do you think? Can we wait until we get what we desire first? This orc is so fucking stupid!

And he must have specifically chosen this time to speak, he had already planned it.

So crazy, bad and stupid.

Everyone is so tired. They have penetrated most of the underworld and fought with Hela. Now everyone just wants to go back and rest. Please stop making trouble and stop working hard.

Brother Ho, are you okay?

To this, Grom’s answer is no!

"I'm just warming up!"

The orc stood up with his battle axe, his body was shaking obviously, but he still pointed at Kane, Dailin and Jean's gang with a stiff mouth, and roared:

"They are all still interesting. I want to fight them! At the end of this hell! The real test of strength begins! The rules are very simple, you all come together!

The one who can stand to the end wins!

No matter life or death! "

Finally, the orc's finger drew another arc, bypassing Fenner and the others in an interesting way, and pointed at the stinky pirate who was sitting silently on the shore smoking a pipe. He shouted:

"Hey, you bastard over there, that's right! It's you, you killed those Nine Martial Gods, you robbed me of my fun, you have to pay for it! You have to come over and fight me too!"

Blake's response was simple.

He stretched out his hand without looking back and gave Brother Hou a middle finger gesture to express that he had no interest in such a big brawl without rewards.

are you crazy!

If you don’t even pay an appearance fee, who will box with you?

I'm tired.

You can play by yourself, I won’t accompany you.

Blake turned around and jumped off the edge of the Death Platform, disappearing into the floating shadows in mid-air. In this very personal way, he made it clear that he did not want to participate in the big brawl proposed by Grom.

First, he had no interest in fighting for no reward.

Secondly, all of his important skills are on cooldown, and even his ridiculously long health bar is about to be drained. He may not be able to defeat the crazy Grom just by playing like this.

Dai Lin and Fenna, who were holding back their energy to beat him, were watching eagerly.

Finally, because of the frequent spell casting in the previous fierce battle, the Will of the Void has noticed the plane of Hades. If he continues to use magic, something very bad may happen.

After all, he's not a fighter, right?

There is no need to constrain yourself with the rules and regulations of a soldier.

But Blake is not interested, which does not mean that others are not interested, especially Odin. He likes to watch the warriors fight passionately and find the value and meaning of power in the intersection of blades.

I never get tired of seeing such a hot-blooded man.

What's more, the group of warriors in front of them who have just done something great have unique skills, and their chaos must be very entertaining to watch.

Most importantly, what better way to end a great story than with the passion that emanates from a glorious battle between warriors after a great victory?

"What's your opinion?"

Odin thought for a moment, then glanced at the surrounding heroic spirits who were attracted by the noise here. Finally, he looked towards Hades further away.

The undead under Hela have been frightened by the death of the Hades Queen. At this time, a glorious battle on their land will make these cowardly undead forever remember the truth that the Legion of Heroes is invincible.

And this big fight at the end of hell can definitely become the most beautiful ending note for the first story of Hall of Valor in this era.

Find some bards to sing poems like this in taverns around the world, which will definitely make everyone who listens remember it deeply, and allow them to take the initiative to spread these brave warriors and their heroic stories.

The Lord of War always thinks further ahead.

So after a brief thought, he looked around at everyone in front of him with his one eye and asked:

"Grom proposed a brawl on the Death Platform at the end of hell, without distinction between friend and foe, to determine the final ownership of the holy object of power, the Shield of Aggramar.

And whoever can persevere to the end in this great battle will be worthy of the name of the strongest warrior in Azeroth! You have won a great victory, and perhaps you can add another glory to it with a small victory. "

"Challenges from greenskins are always so ridiculous!"

Werewolf Jean bared his teeth. He took a step forward. With an increasingly wild smile, he raised his paws and said:

"Even if there is no reward, I will happily join. Killing the greenskins is not a burden to me, it is just an extra enjoyment.

Or call it a reward! "

"Hey, this is not something you can say."

The bearded dwarf Muradin sat on the ground, drinking the mead from the Hall of Valor, as if it was like a healing potion that could quickly rejuvenate his tired body.

The dwarf rolled his eyes and said:

"Jean, you were not a good warrior before. You were a businessman, a king, and a politician. Fighting was never your choice.

You said this yourself back then. "

"I'm trying to be a good warrior, can't I?"

Jean snorted in displeasure and said to the dwarf:

"If you don't dare to fight, just step aside. I'm afraid I might accidentally shave your little head."

"You actually question the dwarf's courage?"

Muradin grabbed the warhammer and shouted:

"Watch if I don't beat you to pieces!"

“I’m also very interested in accomplishing something here that should have been accomplished two years ago.”

Dai Lin took a step forward, holding the command knife stained with demigod blood. He stared at Grom and said:

"There are too many greenskins in this world. My killing hands are sore and I still can't kill them all. Maybe killing a chief here will make me feel better.

Especially you, Grom Hellscream!

Your head will surely become an heirloom of House Proudmoore. "

"whispering sound"

Grom sneered at this and said:

"If your strength is half as good as your ability to talk big, I will be scared to death by you, Dai Lin. The girl over there is your daughter, right?

I advise you to think about it again.

After all, killing my father in front of my daughter is a terrible move even for a ruthless orc like me. "

"Stinky green skin, what are you talking about?"

Fenna didn't expect that this matter could actually involve her. She grabbed Odin's Wrath and stood up, akimbo and shouted to Grom:

"I haven't settled the accounts with you yet. You can kill that stinky old man if you want, but he insists on teasing me. Okay, I'll give you a good look today!

Heya, come and help me!

Let's kill this stinky greenskin! His ax is yours. "

"good!"

The Supreme Shield Girl, who was dealing with her own wounds, heard the "Pocket Sister"'s invitation to fight, and immediately stood up full of fighting spirit. In fact, she had satisfied her desire for war today, and was able to personally participate in the war that led to Hela's defeat and make a contribution. Her strength has enabled her to accomplish great things that 99% of Vrykul people would never dare to dream about.

Even just giving up would be satisfying.

But if he could compete with these top fighters with unique skills after victory, Heya would never refuse. Victory or defeat doesn't matter at this moment, just treat it as a fighting entertainment to relieve your tired heart.

However, the opponent Heya was eager to challenge was not Grom Hellscream. She knew that she was no match for this orc, and she had always wanted to fight Kane.

The tauren's ability to crush with one blow was exactly what Heya lacked.

Maybe she could learn something from it.

The Supreme Shieldmaiden has decided that after this battle, she will leave Stormfjord, where she has lived for a long time, and visit the hometown of these powerful warriors.

She increasingly felt that this land of war limited her horizons, but before leaving, she also fought for her land and people under the watchful eye of the King of War.

"You use this!"

Fenna never hides anything from her good sisters. She waved and threw Odin's Wrath in her hand to Heya, whose war spear had been severely damaged in the previous fight against Hela.

"I use this, what do you use?"

Heya looked at the Ashbringer in Fenner's hand and asked worriedly. She knew that Fenner always fought with two weapons.

"It's okay. I have a good brother, so I have a lot of spare weapons."

Fenna winked at her, waved her hand and took Quel'Sera out of her bag, held it in her left hand, moved her shoulders, and got into a fighting stance.

Seeing Fenna take out another war sword that looked like a good weapon, Heya felt relieved and planned to go to the battlefield with her good sisters carrying Odin's wrath on her back.

But as soon as they took a step, Fenna was stopped by the people next to them.

"Fenna, come here."

Sir Salorian, who was sitting next to him and was resting, had his eyes fixed on Quel'Sera in Fenna's hand. The sallow-faced Elf Swordmaster breathed rapidly and whispered:

"I have something to tell you. Vrykul people over there, you don't have to follow me. Leave some space for us elves. Thank you."