Azeroth Shadow Trail

   Chapter 247 66. Bring a word to Hela for me

  The Soulstealer took Orgrim's soul and flew all the way out of the Burning Steppes.

   This place is far from Hell, and to cross the endless sea, it is of course impossible for the Val'kyr to fly back with Orgrim all the way. It makes sense that Hela needs a soul boat like the Nagfar.

   Even a strange being like the Val'kyr could not return to **** regardless of the distance. Therefore, these Hell Soul Reavers also brought vehicles with them this time.

  A tattered keeled longship hidden in the fog on the coast. Compared with the Nagfar, both in terms of size and appearance, it is far worse.

   But it is a genuine soul ship, although it may not be able to descend to the bottom of the sea to sail.

  The Soul Stealer has already gained a lot. It stands to reason that she can set sail now and take this precious soul back to Hell to receive the reward, but she is still greedy and longing for more.

   There are more souls on the battlefield where the alliance and the tribe are fighting.

  Although the best ones have been taken away by Odin's Valkyrie, the rest are brought back to the Underworld, and they can barely extract some Anima.

   Queen Hela has always been very open in this regard. When she is the **** of death, she is not picky.

   In a sense, Hela is also a model figure of "equality of all beings".

   "You said we all go to the same place when we die? What does that mean?"

   Orgrim was still asking questions.

   He seemed to want to know more from this high-level Shadow Val'kyr in front of him, but the Soulstealer had no idea to answer him.

  The people who are about to die, how come there are so many problems?

  Well, no, in theory, this guy is dead.

   He was just about to die again.

   Thinking of this, the Soulstealer let out an evil laugh, as if he felt that his cold joke was funny. Probably having gained some vulgar taste from Orgrim, she turned her head and said to the beleaguered warchief:

   "There are many beings in the stars, but you are born differently, but you die the same. Death is a net, and every world with souls is a node on this net.

   Azeroth is the bigger one, your world is the smaller one.

   But we all came back together.

  When the journey of life is over, all the souls in the stars, whether strong or weak, noble or humble, must embark on the same path.

   Shadow Realm, Realm of the Dead, Hell

   It has countless names but refers to the same place. You will all go there, across the veil of life and death, to the world of the dead.

   It is as vast as the stars, but with a different measure.

  The good is there to forget the past and reborn, and the evil is tormented and becomes the foundation of a great death. But unfortunately, the existence of the outdated laws there is out of date.

   Destiny needs to be reshaped!

   And Her Majesty, will advance that great purpose with her own hands.

   You mortals should be grateful to the Queen

   She will give you real freedom, not from birth to death, everything is in the destiny of destiny. "

   "Mandate of Heaven? What is that?"

   The Great Chief asked again.

   The Soul Stealer did not answer this time, and lost interest in answering questions.

   She has "kindly" given the answer to the soul who is about to die again, so she doesn't need to satisfy his curiosity any more.

   Again, what is destiny?

   She doesn't know either.

   She even suspected that the great Queen Hela might not know

   That, after all, is only a secret among the Eternals.

   "Why haven't they come back?"

   After waiting for a short while, Soul Stealer felt that something was not right.

   Although she brought a group of newly transformed Shadow Val'kyr recruits, but with the help of the transformation of the power of death, no one can find them on the mortal battlefield, and no one can stop them.

   Those mortals couldn't even see them.

   The efficiency should not be so low.

   "Answer me, evil, what is destiny?"

   Orgrim was shouting, as if eager to know the answer, but angered the disturbed Soul Stealer, she turned and swung the Shadow Spear, hitting the warchief's soul.

   cursed:

   "Shut up! You don't have the right to ask questions. If you talk more, I'll give you a taste of being squeezed out for the Queen!"

   "Don't hit him, he asked for me."

   Another voice resounded on the gloomy and foggy deck, making the high-ranking Val'kyr startled. She looked back and saw Blake, wearing a tattered black robe and carrying a scythe, walking out of the shadows of the gathering and dispersing.

   At Black's feet, the increasingly sturdy ghost Black Wolf Frostpaw was baring his teeth and whimpering fiercely at her.

  The eyes of this beast were full of blood-red rage, and after swallowing several globs of anima, it also became strong after death.

   "Hey, I knew that elite soldiers like you wouldn't know too many secrets."

  The pirate looked at the shadowy Val'kyr before him. He looked her up and down, and said:

   "You guys all look the same, you can only tell your identity from your hairstyle. You don't have a ponytail, and you're so weak, you're definitely not An Held, the king of the Nine Valkyries.

   The shadow spear in his hand doesn't even have a death emblem, and his position is definitely not too high. If you are not one of the nine gods, then who are you?

  Battle Summoner Orren?

   Or Valdemada with a bad brain? Shouldn't it be Gilliffe? She should still be an Arbitrator in Hell, not yet at Icecrown Glacier. "

"you you!"

   This series of Val'kyr's names, reported by Black like a dish, made the Soulstealer take a step back.

   Because of the half-covered black lightning wing helmet, she couldn't see her expression, but from her open mouth, she seemed to be terrified.

   There has never been a mortal who knew so much about their group!

   "Well, I got it!"

  Black observed the Val'kyr in front of him, and when he saw the black boots decorated with the skull emblem on her feet, the pirate suddenly realized, patted his head, and said:

   "Hydana Soulstealer, sorry, forgot your name.

   Mainly because the high-level Valkyries under Hela's command are all famous, and each of them has done a lot of things, but you, a rare elite wandering around, have no achievements.

   The sense of presence is naturally much lower.

   In other words, since it is rare, there must be something good after killing it, right? "

   "Shut up! Stupid mortal!"

  The sarcasm of the pirates immediately aroused the extreme dissatisfaction of the Soul Stealer. In anger, she flapped her wings and took off, waving her spear to attack Black.

   But the pirate's face was calm.

   He even took a step back in the mood, as if to express that he had no intention of joining the battle.

   And, the Soul Stealer's opponent is not him either.

"Um?"

  The Val'kyr turned around suddenly, and saw the sneaky little murloc, dragging a quaint vrykul Buckler, and placing it in the hand of the bound soul of Orgrim Doomhammer.

"Do not!"

   Soul Stealer was shocked at this moment.

   changed direction and rushed towards the orc chieftain, but as soon as he flew to his side, he was completely shaken by a burst of golden light.

   It was like countless fists, hitting her huge body, smashing the high-level Val'kyr into the broken deck, and slamming the tattered soul boat into floating again and again.

   She screamed and flew out the next second, but in front of her, Orgrim, holding the shield of Odin, was tearing off the tattered shadow chain.

   With his angry fingers, he crushed the chains cast by the shadows.

   "Kneel down!"

  The Val'kyr reached out and threw the shackles of the force of death again, trying to regain control of Orgrim, but the warchief stepped forward and struck a shield strike forward skillfully.

  The golden rune floating on the primitive shield surface smashed the evil thing into pieces when it collided with the chain.

   "I am a warrior."

  Orgrim held a shield in his left hand, and buckled his right hand on the rusted anchor on the deck of the Soulboat at his hand, carrying the heavy thing as a warhammer in his hand.

   The fire of anger burned in his soul, as if he had returned to when he was alive.

   That anger flowed, like blood red blood, washing his soul body into a **** appearance.

  He raised his head, his eyes were already burning, he protected the round shield in front of him, slapped the shield with the anchor, and roared at the incompetent and furious shadow Val'kyr:

   "I am a warrior even after death! Anger doesn't just burn in my veins, it roars in my soul! No one can be my master.

   Not even death!

  You are right, in this world, there is no heaven for me, but I don’t care about those. To be able to die as a warrior is the end of my pursuit.

   This is the moment of glory for every orc.

  Come on, evil.

   Fight with me!

  For the Horde! ! "

"boom"

  The angry soul jumped up at this moment, holding the battle shield and smashing the high-level Valkyr screaming and roaring in front of him, his loyal war wolf Frostclaw also attacked from behind.

   As when they were alive, fighting side by side and hunting side by side.

   "Aren't you going?"

  Usalus in the scythe, whispered to the pirates watching the play:

   "You knocked out that poor Wildhammer dwarf, snatched his gryphon, flew all the way, and sneaked onto this ship just to watch the last battle of this orc soul?

   The fire of anger that is still burning after his death is burning up his last anima every second. If you don't intervene, you will gain nothing. "

   "I guess you must not be a warrior."

  The pirate embraced the scythe and admired the battle in front of him. He said:

   "You **** can't understand the beauty of this twilight warrior, so shut up and don't disturb my appreciation for elegance."

   "Need me remind you? You're a pirate."

  Usalus said coldly:

   "You're not a fighter either, don't put money on your face! Isn't it just the idea of ​​losing both sides, and the fisherman's profit? You villain!"

   "I know you still ask? Are you cheap?"

  Black retorted:

   "Just because I do bad things doesn't mean I can't give a final decency to a dead warrior. This is his battle, and I have no right to intervene, let's talk about it.

   This fool Val'kyr chose the wrong battlefield.

  The power of the sea is too wild, and I still can't control it. "

  The pirate stretched out his hand, stroked the board of the ship beside him, and said:

   "This boat is not bad, it's good quality, I don't want to ruin it."

   "Hella has a lot of good stuff in her hands."

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The battle between    Orgrim and the Soulstealer did not last long.

   In the face of a legendary soul burning himself, the Soul Stealer, a high-level Val'kyr with less than legendary strength, is not an opponent at all, not to mention that the orcs have Odin's shield specially designed to restrain her.

   Every shield strike of the round shield was accompanied by the anger of the **** king against the betrayer, which could knock out her brains.

   This is impossible to fight at all.

   And every time she wanted to run, she would be forced back to the deck by the elusive pirates with that weird war scythe. After going back and forth for a few minutes, she couldn't stand it anymore.

"boom"

  The anger-ridden Orgrim hit the Soul Stealer's tall body with a powerful shield strike, knocking her back, and the Shadow Spear in his hand was broken.

   This spear is not sharp enough to pierce the shield of Odin.

   And the pirates also feel that the heat is almost over,

   At the moment when Soulstealer was knocked back and weak, he emerged from the shadows.

The hand of death circled in the palm of his hand, and Black used the semi-god-level Kul Tiras military swordsmanship to slash with a super wide range, slashing from the back and knocking the high-level Valkyrie to the ground. .

   "Excuse me."

  The pirate who emerged from the smoky shadow still had shadows floating all over his body, with his feet on Val'kyr's towering chest, his arms waving the scythe, and in a gesture of execution, he said to the soul-stealer under his feet:

   "Bring a word to Hela for me."

"you"

   "Poof"

   Before the Soul Stealer's question came out, the war sickle wrapped in the storm of purple soul fragments fell head-on, and executed it with one blow. The sharp sickle blade pierced Val'kyr's head.

  Headshot!

   The black lightning wing helmet was split in two and landed next to the twitching corpse.

   "What words did you ask her to bring?"

   On the other side, the soul of Orgrim Doomhammer glanced at the Buckler in his hand, threw it on the ground, knelt down again, and reached out to stroke Frostpaw's head.

  The Great Chief did not look back, but asked:

   "You killed her before you told her."

   "It doesn't matter. Death will take my heart to hell, and Hela will understand what I want to say."

  Black raised the scythe, took out a bag of casting materials, and threw it in his hand.

   He looked at Orgrim and said:

   "I'm going to do something bad and it will take a while. If you want to run away, do it as soon as possible."

   "If you are not afraid and willing to make a little sacrifice, just wait there. I will show you something you have never seen in your life."

   (end of this chapter)