Azeroth Shadow Trail

   Chapter 106 16. This is a trap! Abandon ship! (Down)

   "Boom"

   Black's ship was torn apart by the destructive force that erupted from above and below the deck in a violent, continuous explosion.

  This silent and tenacious battleship finally fulfilled its final duty for its captain. The ignited explosive barrels caused damage from all directions, like an invisible giant grabbing the battleship and tearing it apart roughly.

  After a few seconds, when the smoke cleared.

  This battleship has turned into a large piece of burning wreckage. The ignited masts and sails smashed desolately on the cold and foggy sea. Only one third of the main body of the ship remained.

   It was like a dying, burning, smoky beast, lying on the sea waiting for the sinking moment.

  The Kvaldir elite undead who rushed to the deck before were killed by a dozen on the spot in such an explosion. They were not afraid of such death.

   Their souls will return to Hell.

   However, this explosion was caused by Blake, and it was considered an attack by a spirit hunter. At the moment of death, the soul would be regarded as "food" by the spirit hunter.

  Eat and wipe clean!

   This is not the scariest.

   In the scorched ship debris, on the last third of the sloping deck, the Kvaldir battle captain, who was extremely embarrassed by the explosion, raised his head in dismay.

   I saw the "dome" that was entangled with shadows and fel energy and survived a violent explosion, and it opened at this moment.

   "Crash"

  Like two demon wings composed of pure energy, at this moment, Blake moved his body and let out a low groan of pain.

   At this time, he has completely lost the attitude that a human being should have.

   Every inch of skin up and down the body is wrapped with thick fel energy and shadows, and outside the body, it reshapes an authentic demon posture.

   No cheeks at all, no facial features.

  On the face covered by the shadow of fel energy, there are only a pair of dark green violent eyes and a strange mouth.

   "This power."

  Black felt the inexhaustible power in his body. With his eyes wrapped in thick fel energy, he glanced at the translucent character card in front of him:

Status: Mortal body (critical). Demonization (countdown 9 minutes and 50 seconds). Hell messenger (seal). Far walker-Lone Wolf. Covered shadow. Harvest. Call of the Wild. Demon's Fury. Life Eater

  Added Skills: Fel Trample, Doomsday Fire Rain, Shadowflame, Shadowfury, Final Kill (full blow and end demonization)

   "Ahahaha, I'm so awesome now."

   Black, who was in a demonized state, tried to show a smile, but his face shrouded in shadow fel energy had no expression, and he didn't care about it.

   waved his hand and took out the flame blade Sanksu from the magic bag.

The    demonization not only strengthened his form of existence, but also strengthened his physical strength, allowing him to break through the height of two meters and five. The previously heavy Legendary Blade would be lifted in his hand, as light as a feather.

"Ha ha ha ha"

  Blake laughed wildly, turned his head towards the legendary blade and spewed a flame mixed with fel energy and shadow, like a temporary enchantment, fixing the flame on the blade.

   He glanced back at the **** undead who were staggering back in the burning flames of the solidified sacrificial halo.

   Lift your feet and escape into the shadows.

   Shadow Step starts.

  This demonized monster appeared behind the Kvaldir Captain in an instant, and the legendary blade of burning flames swung in his hand, a standard whirlwind slash, severing the five or six half-giants around him.

   Their souls screamed and were squeezed and absorbed by Black, and outside of this demonization, they created the soul shield of shadow echoing.

"Snapped"

  Black waved his recurve hooves, kicked the Kvaldir undead leg, knocked it to the ground, and left a burning hoof print on its misty body.

   clasped the fighting helmet of the struggling half-giant undead with his left claw again, and with a wave of his right hand, the flaming warblade pressed against its neck.

   "It's a trap"

   Black said in a low, murky devilish voice:

   "It's so sad that you stepped in like this. Now, I announce that it's time for monster hunters! I'm a monster and you're a human!"

   "Poof"

The    sharp blade cut into the misty body, and the mighty half-giant was still trying to struggle.

   But Black opened his mouth and spewed out a shadowy condensed flame, like lava pouring down his head, and the scorching fire drowned his misty body in an instant.

   "Another soul, at your fingertips!"

   The demonized thing turned around, and in the closing of the energy wings behind it, it looked at the last seven or eight half-giant undead left on the broken deck.

   These berserkers under Hela's command have long since lost their hustle and bustle, and now they are jumping into the sea quickly, trying to hide in the fog.

   "Where to run!"

  The pirate roared and waved the energy wings behind him, and rushed into the air. Under the brute force bombardment, only one-third of the remaining deck ruins collapsed and burned.

   Against the backdrop of the green flames, Black, who flew into the air, aimed at a turning dragon-headed longship a dozen meters away, and smashed towards it like a shooting star.

"boom"

   landed like a meteor, and in the ring of flames trampled by fel energy, more than a dozen half-giant undead on the longship were smashed into the trampled flame package.

  Blake laughed wildly, holding the legendary blade in both hands, and swept a round of knife and fury slash on the spot.

   Fel energy blazes, shadows burn.

  Two strands of magical energy swayed with the pirates, and in just an instant, the rotten longship was burned, and the scorching breath continued to flow into his body.

The experience bar on the    character card keeps skyrocketing.

   But Black doesn't want to pay attention to it anymore, he is immersed in this powerful feeling brought by power, and the duration of the demonization is only ten minutes, he must seize every minute and every second!

  Three seconds later, Black flew into the air again, so he smashed the other ship again.

When    landed, he waved and grabbed it, and the shadows were extracted and gathered into a ball, which was then smashed into the boat. A huge amount of shadows erupted, sweeping all around like a shock wave, knocking all the undead on the boat into a coma.

After    Shadow Fury, the burning knife light reappears.

  Under the extraordinary demon-breaking properties of the legendary blade, tearing the invisible and intangible bodies of these intractable mist warriors is no more difficult than tearing apart wood.

   is like picking up a sickle and cutting wheat.

   In two or three seconds, another dozen souls were credited.

   He laughed, raised his claws further forward, as if clasping something, and pulling it downward fiercely, the magic power of the fel energy was thrown into the sea area ahead, and was thrown into the air.

  The magic power was violently changed, and then turned into a scorching rain of red flames, roaring and shrouded in the misty sea.

   In less than a few seconds, several retreating longships were set on fire.

   "Death fell from the sky!"

   In the turbid and low roar, the demonized monster rushed into the sky from the sea behind, and in the next second it turned into a meteorite wrapped in fel energy.

   This powerful trampling attack, when it landed, blasted a long ship that could not dodge out of a pit, and ignited the ship instantly in the burning of the fire of fel energy.

   "Aren't you going to use my skull as a bowl?"

  Blake smirked and waved the burning blade in his hand, looking at a female half-giant undead in front of him. Amid the curse of the undead, Sanksu, who was entangled in shadows and fel energy, headed down.

   This legendary blade seems to be back in the hands of its original owner.

   On this sea filled with fog and flames, no half-giant undead could take this tyrannical blow wherever it went.

When Black was reborn, the ability to plunder souls was completely the absolute natural enemy of these incorporeal undead. At that time, Habloon was interested in this distinctive ability, and would bring Black into the picture. Hell camp.

  Unfortunately, the soul-inducing man failed to see the wild and unbound heart of the pirate, and he made a stupid mistake.

   In other words.

  Hella is not a good boss.

   After Black joined the job, the greedy and crazy queen caused too much trouble and entanglement to Black's career.

"boom"

  Blake finally smashed into a burning longship, slashed with a knife, and harvested more than a dozen half-giant undead in front of him, but this time he didn't transform his soul into experience.

   Instead, he raised the claws wrapped around the shadow fel energy, and threw these souls into the sky with the temporary talent given to him in the demonized state.

   "Crash"

  The four small portals entangled with fel energy were forcibly opened, and those souls were like bait, tempting the demons in the twisted void to rush out of the portal.

   In the blink of an eye, a group of fel goblins and a few grotesque demon hounds rushed into the material world.

   Wild Call.

   A very powerful magic secret technique that all warlocks dream of. It can continuously summon little demons to participate in the battle without formal summoning.

  Unfortunately, too few people have mastered it.

   "Burn! Burn!"

  Black held up the burning legendary sword and shouted to the demons who were attracted by the soul in demon language:

   "Ignite everything! Destroy everything! All hunted souls belong to you!"

  “Oooo”

   The orders of the pirates in their demonized form made these little demons ecstatic. Their combat effectiveness was not worth mentioning, but these guys were quite fond of the instinct of destruction.

   After a steady stream of fel-energy goblins poured into the material world, in less than half a minute, over the entire foggy sea area, a dozen groups of firelights floating on the sea were ignited.

   In the echoes of the demons' cries, Black flew up again, and slammed into the half-giant necromancer that couldn't escape.

   He enjoyed the slaughter he brought to these **** **** with a joyful and tyrannical mood.

   "woo woo woo"

   The low-pitched horn sounded quickly in the mist, and the enchanted Blake, who slashed to death a half-giant with his sword, looked back and heard the rolling sound of the sea water that was drawn to both sides by the mist like gauze.

   The Nagfar, which he was familiar with, finally arrived long overdue.

On the front deck of the ghost ship, Hablon, the soul-inducing man wearing a crimson robe, holding a soul-removing scythe and a soul-inducing lamp on his waist, looked at the chaos in front of him with an angry and shocked gaze. sea ​​area.

  This is not the same as the end of the betrayal he imagined!

   "Well, old friend, Hablon."

  Black waved his hoofs and pinned down the half-giant who was trying to jump into the water with one foot. Then, in the burning halo of sacrifice, he set the fog warrior on fire.

   He pierced the bastard's head with a war blade, and in the flames of the rising shadow fel energy, he politely folded the energy wings behind him, and greeted Hablon as a courtesy.

   waved his hand again, as if presenting a gift, and showed Hablon the sea behind him.

  In the still-cold and spreading mist, those dragon-headed longships that were supposed to return with victory have become pillars of burning fire, with dark green flames shining on them, representing the rampant power of tyranny.

   Those dotted firelights burned in the fog, like the reflections of the lit stars, projecting the burning river on this sea area.

   It is really hard to believe that such a devastating scene was created by the betrayer in front of him.

   As Hablon clasped his soul-repulsing scythe, Blake asked in a turbid, low voice:

   "Like the burning sea? My friend. Like the wailing of these wretched souls as they die? You must, Habloon, Soul-Inducer.

   The guide who led me down this cursed path.

  I, the spirit hunter, prepared so meticulously to give the madman Hela the annihilation of today's Mist Legion as a gift.

  This is my resignation to Hell! "

   (end of this chapter)