Azeroth Shadow Trail

   Chapter 107 17. Drink it, this is your destiny

   On the burning sea under the mist, Blake's "resignation" to the **** with a domineering domineering displayed it in front of Hablon.

   But he'll be beaten soon.

   With the enchanted state endowed by Gul'dan's skull, Black's mortal body was strengthened to a critical state with shadow and fel energy, plus a series of powerful effects, and the legendary blade Sanksu in his hand.

   He chops these Kvaldir Necrons the same way he chops melons and vegetables.

   But Habloon is a completely different level of opponent.

   The origin of this guy is a mystery.

   He only appears in the form of a vrykul dead now, it does not mean that his soul is a vrykul, God knows where this guy comes from.

   However, in his previous gaming career, Black had heard a speculation that Habron was actually a "star dome" and a member of the glorious Titan creation.

   followed Hela and rebelled against the protector forces of the gods in Azeroth.

   And even if not to mention Hela's death blessing, Habloon is a legendary spellcaster in his own right.

   He didn't participate in the war before, not because of fear, but because it was unnecessary, because of the dignity of the strong, and the mere betrayal of Blake Shaw, it was not worthy of him to go off the field in person and go to war.

   Putting the Kvaldir Mist Warrior on the field is enough.

   But now, things are subtly different.

   "Stop being pretentious, Betrayer, how long can this cursed form last? Borrowed power is always borrowed, and in a few minutes you'll be back in that feeble mortal form.

  You will only be weaker then. "

  Habloon looked at the burning sea filled with gunpowder smoke and fel fire. The hundreds of Kvaldir pioneers he sent out had suffered heavy losses.

   is like a sheep in a tiger's mouth.

   The soul-inducing man stared at Black, who was in a demonized state and shrouded in the power of shadow and fel power. His gray ruthless eyes blinked. After a few seconds, he shook his head and said:

   "How long can the barrier above your soul protect you?"

   "Long enough for me to find Bwonsamdi!"

  Blake grinned, and the wings casted by shadow fel energy extended behind him, leading him towards Hablon, the legendary warblade in his hand was wrapped in scorching flames, and burning fel energy sacrifices spread all over his body.

   He roared, holding Sanksu with both hands in the air, and looking at Hablon's neck with the sharp blade in a falling posture like a meteor.

   "clang"

The war sickle cast by the power of death in the hands of the soul-inducing man lifted up, collided with Sankesu who was cut head-on, and blocked the legendary war sword. Back with success.

  His figure disappeared in front of the soul-inducing person, the shadow step activated and turned into a puff of black smoke, and reappeared behind Hablon, the sword was swung again, and the blade of flame was cut out but swept away.

  Several pale runes appeared around the soul-inducing person, and disappeared with his body in place.

  Black saw that he couldn't find the enemy, so he activated the shadow cloak immediately.

   In the next instant, the whistling and flying dark red sickles slashed from behind, slashing into the shadows floating around Black's body, as if slamming into a tunnel of smoke, breaking the deck below Black's feet.

  The figure of the pirate disappeared in place, galloped with fel energy, left the Nagfar, and jumped back to a burning dragon-head longship on the sea ahead.

   It was only less than one round of fighting, and the body in the demonized state was covered with cut and broken scars.

   This thick layer of magic power of shadow fel energy wrapped around him, as if a gap was opened, allowing the magic power to quickly drain.

   "You show off your power with a power that doesn't belong to you! Betrayer."

  Habron held the war sickle in his left hand and the Soul-inducing lamp in his right. In the echoing sound of the horn of the Nagfar, he shouted loudly:

   "The evil thing you hold in your hand will make Her Majesty the Queen very happy, hand it over! Hand over that precious soul! I will send a peaceful death here, so that you don't have to suffer eternal torture!"

   "You want this?"

  Blake grinned and buckled the skull of Gul'dan hanging from his chest into the demonized hands, posing a classic egg-like pose, and the buckled skull burned with dark green fel fire.

  Blake's enchanted face, which was shining brightly, became more and more gloomy.

   He raised the blazing blade in the other hand and provocatively said:

   "Get it yourself!"

   "Captain! Answer the call!"

   At the same time, the voice of the orc warlock Diga Evil Eye sounded like a distant wind in Black's ear.

   There is also a subtle force of shadows that disrupts the rules of space, like tentacles of shadows flying out of the fog, snapping Black's entire body into it.

   That scene was like a shadow octopus with its teeth and claws, rushing out of the shadow crack that opened in place, engulfing the pirates.

   Warlock Magic. Summoning Ritual.

   Borrowing the power of shadows, breaking the constraints of space, and accurately summoning the person with the Soul Stone Beacon to the place where the ceremony is taking place.

   This is a rare teleportation magic for warlocks.

"Hahaha"

   Black laughed and absorbed the magic power of Gul'dan's skull again, plus all the remaining magic power of his demonization state that was about to end, gathered together and launched "Final Kill".

   "Boom"

   The fel flame entwined with shadows flew out from Black's claws, and was shaped into a huge chaotic energy like a dragon colliding in the air, and it went out of control the moment it was shot.

   That tumbling shadow and fel magician skills are nothing to mention.

   But in terms of destructive power, it is definitely close to the level of legendary magic.

   This dangerous full-strength strike smashed in front of Hablon, who raised his scythe in front of him, and was blocked by a pale light curtain, and Black also broke away from the demonization.

   The whole person rolled and was pulled into the shadow fissure that closed behind him.

   At the moment of disappearing on this chaotic coast, he still raised his **** and said a "warm" farewell to Hablon.

  Everything is planned.

   Aside from the fact that the summoning ceremony started a minute or two later, if it weren't for the demonization state, Black would have finished the game long ago, but isn't that what the trump card means?

   Every time you walk between life and death, turn over your hole cards, drop the weights, and pull the scale of victory toward yourself.

"boom"

  Black's figure tumbled and smashed down from the shadow fissure, hitting the orc warlock who couldn't dodge with impact, interrupting the shadow summoning ceremony he was presiding over.

  The exquisite mana model composed of the magic power absorbed from all around also collapsed quickly, allowing the gathered shadows to dissipate quickly.

   Seeing Black being summoned back from the fog alive, the surrounding orcs look at me, I look at you, some of the younger ones couldn't bear to be excited, and gave out embarrassing cheers.

   But their human captain is still alive, escaping the clutches of death once again, which is a real joy.

   "Cough, why are you standing still? Give me a hand."

  Blake lay on the ground in embarrassment, coughing and making a hoarse, dry voice.

   He tried to get up, but his tingling and sore limbs couldn't lift it at all.

   After leaving the powerful demonization state, an indescribable feeling of weakness engulfed him, making him seem to have stayed up late for ten days, and every bone was shaking.

   In addition to physical weakness, there is also mental loss.

   After experiencing the powerful posture of people blocking murderers and Buddhas blocking and killing Buddhas in a demonized state, he returned to a weak and ordinary state again, as if he had a dream that could not be kept.

  The two ravaging orcs hurried over and helped the brave captain from the ground, and Garona handed over the water bag to let the chapped Black Bull drink.

   But his throat and stomach were still burning, as if he had swallowed coals.

   Taking a breather, he glanced at the character card, and as he expected, he entered a "weak" state:

  Status: Mortal body (weak). Fel hunger and thirst

   He was twitched by the weakness rising from all over his body, and was about to look left and right at the beach when he saw the half-lich Merry Winter Breeze coming up.

  The old mage didn't say anything else, stretched out his rotten fingers and clasped Blake's chin.

   His eyes that can scare children to tears, stared at Blake's eyes, looked carefully, then nodded, and said to Blake:

   "You're done."

   "Huh? Master, don't scare me!"

   Blake's words made him feel quite uneasy, and Garona next to him also sighed, took out a small mirror from her pocket, and handed it to Blake to let him see for himself.

   Pirates picked up the delicate and looked into their eyes.

   Then I found that in the deepest part of my pair of light blue pupils, there were just two invisible green light spots beating, very evil.

   "You're killing yourself by pouring in a lot of fel at once! I don't know how you survived, but it's already starting to eat away at your body. You'll be as addicted to fel as those warlocks.

   Even if you suppress it yourself, your body will instinctively desire more fel energy. "

  The legendary assassin folded his arms and said faintly:

   "The warlocks in the Shadow Council have come this way step by step. I've seen them a lot."

   "Don't listen to their nonsense, Captain. Fel energy is not a bad thing, we warlocks rely on it to become powerful, it is no different from other powers.

   It is more generous than other powers. "

Next to   , Diga Evil Eye didn't care.

  The one-eyed orc looked at his captain who had escaped from the soul attractor for the second time with admiration. He took out a bone cup from the magic bag with excitement.

   released a magic, wrapped around the cup, and soon, there was a viscous liquid fel energy in the cup.

   green and shiny

   is like some kind of pungent juice drink with radiation.

   "Drink, Captain, and you'll be free from weakness."

  Evil Eye handed the liquid evil energy in his hands to his captain. He said in a hoarse tone with a bewitching tone:

   "Drink, this is the fate of us warlocks! This is your fate! We draw strength from disasters, and those who don't kill me will eventually make us stronger!"

  Blake's eyes twitched as he looked at the "Fel Cola" handed over by his dog's legs. His nostrils moved, and the smell that should have been pungent and disgusting made his throat move up and down.

   His body was craving this stuff weirdly.

   Obviously, the "Fel Energy Hunger" state in the status bar refers to this weird craving.

   "Forget it. Keep this good thing for yourself and enjoy."

  Captain closed his eyes, weakly but firmly pushed away the evil energy handed over by the evil eye, he said to the regretful second mate:

   "I have a unique way to satisfy my addiction, give me a soul stone."

  Evil Eye immediately obediently handed over a soul stone, which was held by Black in his hand, and his fingers clasped together to shock with shadow magic, shattering the soul stone and taking the howling soul into the palm of his hand.

   A heat flow poured into his arms, making the weak Blake immediately feel a soulful satisfaction.

   He groaned, his weak limbs seemed to gain strength, and he no longer needed the Raider orc guards to support him, he turned around, leaned on the legendary blade, and walked a few steps to the beach behind.

   looked at the sea shrouded in mist in the distance.

  The fog on the sea was dispersing, and Habloon was recovering the power of Hell, proving that Black's final kill did not hurt the powerful Soul Inducer.

  As the fog receded, the sea full of burning ruins was also reflected in the night. The dark sea seemed to light up a lamp, causing the orcs behind him to exclaim.

   Only then did they realize what kind of scene Black had created during the ten minutes he stayed in the fog.

   But Black doesn't care about that.

   His eyes looked at the largest flame on the sea, which was his ship, the sinking ship that was burning after being exploded, the first ship he had controlled since he was reborn.

   "It carried me through the sea of ​​crisis, it sank for my victory, it accompanied me to the last moment, even if I died, it never complained.

   What a nice boat, but I don't even know its name

   I'm such a bad captain. "

   (end of this chapter)