Shadow Trails in Azeroth

Outside the lively Death Platform, the tired stinky pirate was sitting on Odin's broad shoulders.

He chose a good position here, and together with Odin, he condescendingly admired the top-level duel between Grom Hellscream and Kane. Grom, who was still alive, was staggering as if he would be knocked down at any time, but his destruction The power has been completely released.

Even if Kane, who is thick-skinned and thick-skinned, is hit, he may be sent away instantly.

Now Grom is fighting like a beast. His body full of wounds can obviously no longer hold on, but the desire to fight in his heart is still burning.

"What a beast."

Odin sighed with emotion, but the appreciation in his one eye became more and more obvious.

"Well, idiot Fenna was beaten so badly that I can't bear to watch anymore."

The stinky pirate raised his head and stared at Fenna. After watching the stupid warrior fight with Dai Lin again after defeating Samuro, he covered his eyes and said:

"I have told her countless times that strength can be found outside or discovered within, but she can only understand half of my warnings in her mind.

Someone really needs to teach her how to make good use of her talents, and I want to teach her that too.

But the more familiar he becomes, the less likely he is to do it. Besides, it’s the father’s responsibility to teach his children something like this. Well, tell me, what is going on with our family?

What's wrong with this?

Our ancestors never had such a strange tradition. Did I make a bad start and teach my sister a bad lesson? "

"The tradition of excellence means the infinite extension of power, just like the magical bloodline of the Proudmoore family. It's really interesting. The closer you get to the sea, the more combat effectiveness you can exert.

Are you really the people blessed by the sea? "

Odin held his war spear, contentedly admiring the fierce battle in front of him.

He sighed sincerely:

“As for Fenna Golden Sword, her excellent ability to learn and improve in combat will make her an excellent Valkyrie!

She has a special temperament, that is, she devotes all her passion and energy to enjoying fighting. Although she is not a brave Vrykul, she will definitely have a place in the Hall of Valor in the future. "

This was supposed to be a compliment, but it immediately aroused Blake's dissatisfaction.

"That's my sister. Although she is reckless and stupid, not good at thinking but good at action, and likes to act on impulse. But after all, she is my sister and my bosun."

The smelly pirate took a sip of wine and said:

"Even if she dies, she should stay on my ship. What's the deal with the Valhalla? Do you really think I'll let her be alone and become some kind of damn Valkyrie?"

No!

That was not Fenner's fate.

No one can take her away without my permission. "

“But that was the path she longed for.

She has a heart that pursues power but does not abuse it. She doesn't have as complicated a purpose as others, she is the purest person participating in this trial of strength.

This is the warrior I long for.

He wields weapons just for the anger surging in his heart, without being restricted by any rules or reason. He is like a tiger that has never been shackled, free and powerful. "

Odin didn't care about the disobedience in Black's words.

He said:

"My brother Tyr's power is so perfectly combined with hers. It's not just luck. Courage and justice are two concepts that are both pure and complex.

The more you use cumbersome words to describe it, the more false it will appear and the more you will fall into the trap of formalism.

Only the fighting posture of a pure person who is angry when seeing evil and draws his sword can promote this supreme virtue. She might really be able to inherit Tyr's priesthood of justice or courage and become a true guardian of the Titans.

Be one of us.

But to do this, she must enter the land of creation.

I can help her sort out Tyr's powers.

But only in the Land of Creation can she truly find the powerful and advanced knowledge of Tyr's divine power of justice with the help of the furnace of will where the guardian was born. "

"Well, come on, come on, start digging a hole for me."

Black drank the wine in his hand in one gulp. He didn't like Odin's behavior at all.

Swinging his legs in the air, he curled his lips and said:

"The Valarjar Fortress has broken Hela's curse, but there are still restrictions on the authority locked by Loken that cannot be lifted, and the attack on Hades has exhausted the energy of the Sky Fortress, causing your flying castle to be suspended. Stop where you are.

If you want the Legion of Heroes to truly come to life, you must first let it return to the place where it was born and recharge it in the Titan City of Ulduar.

But you and I both know what terrible things happened in O'Doullee.

I know even better than you.

You began to fool me into projecting my attention on Ulduar. You tried to use my concern for Fenna to lure me there. Lord Odin, you are really a qualified warrior.

Even when playing conspiracy, he pursues this kind of "honesty".

But I actually don't object to this proposal. What really makes me feel uncomfortable is that the great king of war uses a stinky pirate like me as a mercenary. The most annoying thing is that he doesn't even want to talk about compensation.

Lord Odin, this stubborn disease needs to be cured as soon as possible. "

"I was just waiting for you to make the offer, Blake. You should be very familiar with this process, just like you are waiting for others to take the bait."

Odin admired the battle below, and the King of War said in a gentle tone:

"The victory of the Hell Fight inspired the Heroic Spirit Legion. Although the Sky Fortress is not yet ready, the Heroic Spirits are ready to go out at any time.

They are eager to fight and fulfill their birth vows, and there are still many places in this world where they can vent their anger after being imprisoned for hundreds of thousands of years.

When our goals are aligned, the power of the Heroic Spirit Legion can also become your power.

I am relieved to leave my army to your command for the time being.

Do you need me to grant you the title of 'Heroic Spirit Commander'? "

"There is no need for a title. I am a low-key person and do not pursue worldly fame. But as long as you say this, I will feel relieved."

The pirate grinned.

He looked down at Fenna, who was exhausted and about to be unable to hold on any longer. She was at an absolute disadvantage in the battle with Dai Lin, and the pirate showed an expression that he couldn't bear to look at.

The battle there is about to decide the winner, and Fenner is still a little bit behind.

Especially when Dai Lin, a cunning old sailor, used language to trick Fenna into not using the "cheating tool" that Blake gave her, it was really difficult for her to fight head-on with Dai Lin, who had mastered the power of Titan creation.

The heart of anger is of great significance to a warrior.

Black even felt that part of Odin's attention had been falling on the Atama crystal from outside the territory. In fact, the pirates had been waiting for the Lord of War to make an offer.

He wouldn't mind selling or renting this thing to Odin.

Anyway, there are very few people under his command who can use this thing.

The Heart of Anger, which helps soldiers gather infinite anger, is only its most basic use. This is a mysterious item that can instantly apply a "morale halo" to a legion.

It can turn a lost and desperate army into three hundred Spartan warriors in an instant.

Theoretically, it could also be used by Blake's fleet, but what good would the morale of the pirates be?

They can only fight with the wind, no matter how much they strengthen their morale, they can't go head-to-head with the regular navy. It is a waste to keep this thing in the hands of the pirates.

But probably because the King of War also sensed the dirty pirate's thoughts, he did not take the initiative to inquire about the price, which disappointed the pirate. He originally wanted to blackmail a team or two of Stormcast Heroes to become Marines or something.

When he saw Fenna finally being hit by Dai Lin with a killing blow and turning into a stream of light and disappearing on the platform, Black suddenly stood up.

He said:

"I will open the door to Ulduar for you, and I will find a way to bring Valgara Fortress home, and those guardians who are in bad shape, maybe I can think of a way to wake them up.

This allows you to reshape the Guardian blueprint that has collapsed for hundreds of thousands of years.

In fact, I am already advancing this matter. The divided country of the dwarves longs for unification, and the three tribes must jointly build a hammer that belongs to all dwarves to create peace and unity.

The final destination I guided them to was at the top of the Storm Peaks.

They will find it there, and they will open the door. All you need is patience and waiting. For the old father who has been imprisoned by Hela for hundreds of thousands of years, I think this request is not difficult for you.

Is there anything else you would like to add?

If so, please tell me quickly.

I'm going to comfort my crying sister.

Look at her look, she is really about to cry, she is so pitiful. "

——

Fenner's defeat was not a shame.

Before the war, Blake had analyzed the strength of the participants for her. They were all top-notch warriors of Yi Shui and had no weaknesses that Fenner could take advantage of.

Among these guys, Jean in human form is easier to deal with.

But with the werewolf bloodline, Jean jumped from the bottom to one of the most threatening people. The werewolf's out-of-control "passive BUFF" was too deadly.

Just as he said to Dai Lin, he might not be able to defeat Grom Hellscream, but he definitely has a way to drag Grom to death with him.

Fenner herself also knew that her strength was at the lower end of these top fighters.

If she really fought to the death, she would most likely be the first to be killed, but even so, Fenna did not choose to back down in front of all the seniors.

She bravely embarked on the final battlefield.

During the break between the battle with Dai Lin, he also defeated the Fire Blade Saint Samuro. Although Samuro was injured, this record was already very impressive.

Even if the complete Black is thrown into this chaos, he may not survive to the end.

It's not that Fenner isn't strong enough, it's just that her opponents are not ones she should face at this stage. She gave a superb performance, but unfortunately in the final stage of the curtain call, the idiot warrior was still full of unwillingness.

"clang"

The elf holy swords intertwined to block the command knife cut by Dai Lin. The moment the two blades collided, Fenna's hands could no longer hold the weapon tightly due to the severe pain of the tiger's mouth breaking.

She fell into a pool of her own blood, and the splash of blood dyed Fenner's short blond hair red.

Her hands twitched and she tried to get up, but her numb arms couldn't use any strength at all.

At the moment of falling, all the strength she was proud of seemed to be withdrawn. The two swords that were knocked away spun and fell in front of her. The blood-stained blades were still shaking, seeming to call Fenner to continue fighting.

"it is ready."

Dai Lin's steel body was covered with scars like those struck by a storm. Those marks of varying shades meant that his physical strength had been exhausted to a serious level.

Smashed through Hades, defeated the God of Death, fought with the crazy Muradin, and then decided against his daughter. If Dailin was still the same admiral, he would never be able to complete this high-intensity sequence. fighting.

He united the command knife in his hand, used it to support his body and knelt down halfway, and said to his daughter who was lying in a pool of blood with her head lowered in front of him:

"Don't be discouraged, you are already very powerful, Fenna, when I was your age, I didn't even have one-third of your strength, you will surpass me soon.

This experience and failure are not bad for you. "

"Is it something worth being happy to surpass you?"

Fenner said in a hoarse voice:

"Don't think too highly of yourself, old man. You're not the strongest warrior, are you?"

"I'm really not."

Dai Lin looked over Fenna's hair and looked at Grom and Kane who were fighting madly in front of them. The battle between the orcs and the tauren made the surrounding heroic spirits suppress their cheers, for fear of missing every detail.

This decisive battle even attracted the attention of the King of War.

The admiral looked at the two tall figures intertwined with blood. At this moment, he, who had always been arrogant, frankly admitted his shortcomings in front of his daughter.

He said:

“Compared to these monsters, I am indeed much worse.

But the outcome of a battle is not determined solely by strength. Your brother, my son, has proven this to us many times with vivid examples.

Power should be controlled by wisdom. Power that is not controlled will only hurt yourself.

You have learned enough.

Next, it’s time to turn what you’ve learned into your own strength, carrying you to continue climbing on this road. Okay, don’t roll your eyes, I won’t say any more.

I know I'm a terrible father and a terrible teacher. "

The Admiral coughed and laughed.

He stood up again, passed Fenner, and walked towards the two people fighting in front of him with his sword in hand. He said:

"Go and rest, and watch me win the crown of the Supreme Warrior for you."

"We don't need laurels from others."

Fenna grabbed her Elven Holy Sword. At the moment she whispered something, she turned around and threw something to Dai Lin. The admiral caught it in his hand, and red light condensed with anger splashed out from between her fingers in the scorching heat.

He looked at his daughter in shock.

Fenna used her last strength to grab the holy sword and "send" herself out of the platform of the chaos. At the moment she disappeared, she said to Dai Lin:

"Don't get me wrong, old man, this doesn't mean anything. I just think that I would rather give this victory to you than watch Grom, that bastard green skin, show off his power.

It's that simple.

Take that title, the title of the strongest warrior, I will snatch it from you with my own hands! I will complete the new tradition of House Proudmoore with my own hands.

That belongs to me.

You are only keeping it temporarily! "

Fenna's voice disappeared as her body turned into fragments of light, leaving only Dai Lin holding a heart of anger. The admiral tightened the scorching gem in his hand, and waves of tumbling anger emerged rapidly from his heart. of filling the whole body.

It was like he was wearing an armor woven with anger.

He held the knife, started from a slow step forward, started running in small steps, and in the next moment transformed into a powerful charge, like a scarlet sword unsheathed, like Grom and Kane separated in an instant.

The three of them are the only three people left in this chaos.

They have advanced to the finals.

Although Dai Lin is basically a "bastard", he only played a "friendly match" with Muradin and a father-daughter game with Fenner.

This gold content is really low.

Some old men are really not ashamed.

but.

"My precious daughter wants me to win! This is the victory I want to get even at the risk of my father's dignity!"

Dai Lin waved his sword and announced to the bloody orcs and the old cow in front of him:

"You two, did you hear that?"