Azeroth Shadow Trail

   Chapter 139 47. Doomsday 【915】

   "Om"

  Habloon completed the second transformation, abandoned the flesh and blood he used to disguise, and immediately launched an attack on Black.

  The speed of this star dome is extremely fast. He used a power similar to the flash technique. In the assassination of Garona's sharp blade, the invisible body entwined with starlight disappeared in place as if it were fading away.

  After perfectly dodging Garona's assassination, the star vault appeared in another place, extending his hands into a war sickle with scattered starlight, and swung a knife at Black.

  The spatial basis for the existence of the material world was cut off, and the energy blade rushed in front of the pirate, and he would be cut into two pieces in the next instant.

"boom"

A large piece of ice was born in the overflowing cold air. As the old mage cast a spell with both hands, an ice wall resisted the thrust of the energy blade, and when Meri Dongfeng waved his hand and threw the ice cone technique overflowing with cold air, the star vault was smashed. Habloon forced back.

   This is clearly an energy creature.

   Attacking with magic is more effective than attacking with a dagger.

   However, the daggers in the hands of the legendary assassins are also extraordinary. They are entangled with strange dark spiritual power. When attacking energy creatures, they are also **** and can also be injected with poison.

And for Garona, the first miss was enough for her to learn the experience, so when Habloon was forced back by the magic of the old mage, faded and reappeared in the starlight, the deadly double-edged also followed. Come.

   stabbed into Hablon's incorporeal body with staggered movements, and when the scattered starlight of the star vault erupted, he turned his wrist like plucking out a piece of flesh, causing the star vault's defensive movements to be out of shape due to pain.

   The legendary assassin shrouded in shadows blinked.

   She glanced at the starlight scattered on the dagger, and she already had some guesses about the strength of the enemy in front of her. It was indeed a strange creature.

   But as Black said, he may have been strong, but now, he has been weakened beyond appearance.

   By joining forces with Merry Winterwind, it is not a problem to defeat him.

but

  It might be difficult to keep him. You can tell from his starlight fading and phase shift that he is definitely a guy who is good at running.

  Thinking of this, Garona flexibly jumped onto the severed mast of the Nagfar in the shadows, avoiding a burst of starlight from Hablon.

   She glanced back.

   Black, who was lying in the crushed ice, was talking to himself like crazy with his eyes closed.

   He was talking to some unseen guy, maybe Bwonsamdi.

   He was convincing Bwonsamdi to help.

   He is always like this, he comes prepared for any situation, and although he is still weak, it is really reassuring to have his dark wisdom to help when fighting with him.

so.

   Garona licked her lips in her undead state, and her eyes refocused on Hablon, the celestial body in front of her, who was interacting with Merry Winterwind in magic.

   This guy is likely to die today.

   "Witness the power of creation!"

   Just as Garona was about to assassinate again, Hablon raised his left hand, as if to hold something, and pulled down hard under the stunned gaze of the old mage.

   "Wow"

   In the mid-air under the setting sun, the stars suddenly flickered, as if a door was pulled open, and in the next instant, a few small meteorites burning with flames roared towards the place where Merry Winter Wind and Blake were.

  The demi-lich is also ruthless.

   No longer concealed his hidden strength, a cold aura burst out from his rotten eyes, and in the sound of a strange spell chanting, Merry Winter Breeze blasted a huge ice cone into the sky.

   The meteorite was smashed on the face, and the shock wave of magic power triggered by the impact of ice and fire caused the severely damaged Nagfar to vibrate violently again.

   This is not over yet.

  The other hand of the old mage was raised, and the purple streamer of teleportation wrapped around his five fingers.

  Under normal circumstances, it can only be used to teleport his own teleportation technique. It was applied by the old mage on the three meteorites that fell from the top of his head. When the light curtain dissipated, two meteorites were directly smashed by the teleportation technique on Habulon.

The last piece of    was dragged by the old mage and smashed into the distant battlefield, causing the Mist Legion to be attacked by the enemy, and also blasting a third of the frozen sea.

   "Om"

Like their masters, the    staggered twin blades of the Kingslayer seized this fleeting opportunity.

  As the meteorite bombardment shattered the stars around Hablon, the star body, and the magic power was used to support the frontal defense, and Garona broke out of the shadows at this moment.

   The black mist that accompanies the shadows brings vivid illusions, and the second killing feast is kicked off by the double blades of the assassins.

  This time, Habloon has no death power to resist the most tyrannical power of the shadow assassins.

The figure of the    orc was as light as dancing in a dance, flashing more than a dozen sword lights in an instant, and the dagger wrapped in dark spiritual power also whistled.

   It seems that even the powerful existence that injected the dark aura into it is also admiring this wave of assassins.

   But things got worse for Habloon.

   He has no physical starlight around him, just like the surface of a lake when raindrops fall, constantly swaying and beating waves, it looks very beautiful, this scene must be very beautiful to capture.

  Unfortunately, every beat of those starlight waves means that Habloon was hurt.

   He is a fallen star.

   There is no such thing as life and death.

   His form of existence is incomprehensible to ordinary people, but he is also tired, especially after the collapse of his original belief, his power has been dissipated like quicksand in the wind.

   These two mortal legends are hard to come by.

  Especially the old mage, he just lacked some of the essence of the extraordinary power of arcane magic, and he was able to advance from the legend to a more powerful form.

   Such a powerful mortal, somehow persuaded by that betrayer to fight to the death for that weak flesh and blood life with such a desperate attitude.

   "Bwonsamdi is coming. Come back!"

Just as Hablon was driven by the wrath of the destruction of his beloved, and was about to attack, to bring back the betrayer's soul for Queen Hela, in the world of his disguised spirit body, there was a sharp edge. The sound exploded.

   revealed a crazy hoarseness and dark depression.

   That was Hela's voice.

   "But my Nagfar!"

   Hablon roared, detonating the starlight gathered in his hands in the form of a bomb, accurately blocking the dozen or so ice spear techniques that Merry Winter Wind smashed over.

   would have driven the difficult Garona back. But the orc assassin did not retreat!

   She is now in a state of undead cursed undead, and in the deepest part of every assassin's heart, there is also a dream of a berserker. Garona was also an assassin, and she felt the same way.

   was just suppressed by the sanity bestowed by the shadows.

   But now, since he won't die, then.

   Release it!

   Unleash the wildness and fighting spirit inherent in the orc blood flowing in her body!

   "Poof"

The   starburst knocked Garona's body down like a heavy hammer, but the Kingslayer's left hand blade pierced Hablon's forehead with a deadly throw at the moment the assassin fell.

   In the shadow burst again, Garona, who appeared by the side of Hablong with a shadow step, grabbed it, and before the body rotated, the two knives flew and stabbed left and right into the place where Hablong should have eyes.

"what!"

   The star dome cried out in pain.

   Under Hela's urging, he was still reluctant to give up.

  "I'm going to take my boat and leave together"

"you will die!"

  Hella was already a little impatient, her voice screamed in Hablon's violently fluctuating emotions:

   "I woke you up from your collapse, not here to die! The Maw is craving more anima and souls, you must complete your mission! Just like your work in the pantheon!

  You have a new owner!

  I command you, Hablon the Soul-Inducer, come back! immediately! Abandon that broken ship! "

   "That's not a broken ship!"

   The star dome roared at this moment:

   "That's mine. That's my home! I've lost it once, and I won't do it again!"

His roar was interrupted by the explosion of a magic orb full of frost and freezing. The orb that gathered a huge amount of magic power exploded in front of Hablon, freezing half of his starlight body in it. .

   "How fierce they fought. My soul hurts so much, it's about to be torn apart, and Hela is trying to break the soul barrier and take my soul out of me.

   But here is too far from hell.

   She was urging Habloon, she didn't want to give up her partner. "

   On the edge of the narrow battlefield of these three legendary chaotic battles, Blake, like a bystander, with his eyes closed, muttered to himself like a madman, he said:

"You, do you still hesitate? After seeing the true face of Hela's 'little friend' with your own eyes, do you still dare to hesitate? Bwonsamdi! You should know by now that Hela took the souls who were imprisoned by her in hell. Where did they end up being sent?

  Hella has been in the physical world of Azeroth, and she wants to block Odin and his Valarjar sky fortress.

   She cannot leave Hell.

   Those sad souls who are going to suffer eternal torture are all sent into the maw by the star dome in front of them. Their form of existence is determined, and the curtain of life and death cannot stop them.

  If you let Hablon go today, then every day after that, the power of the Maw will continue to grow stronger, and the power of your adoptive father Muezala, who is allied with the Maw, will also grow stronger.

   One day, the old **** will be strong enough to pass through the veil and reproject his power onto Azeroth.

  I think you should really think about it.

  How would your tyrannical father deal with your renegade son who chose to oppose him?

  As a loa that existed before the troll civilization was born, how do you think it will deal with the thriving troll civilization in Azeroth under your management? "

  The pirate bowed his head and said softly:

   "The last time I was going to make a deal with you, you turned it down, when you said you would only make deals with the big guys. Now, I'll ask again, Bwonsamdi.

   Do you think I'm a big shot?

   Do you want to make a deal with me? "

   "After this is over. You must have a good talk with old Bwonsamdi!"

  The gloomy voice of the troll Death finally rang in Blake's ears. This time, there was no more cynicism that Bwonsamdi had always had, but instead a touch of gloom and solemnity.

it says:

   "You greedy pirate who has cursed knowledge, old Bwonsamdi asked you, what kind of deal are you going to make with me?"

"Simple!"

  Blake opened his eyes, he looked at Hablon, the star vault besieged by legends in front of him, he said:

   "You help me lift Hela's curse, and I help you capture Hablon! You can personally destroy this helmsman who can swim across the Styx and sail straight to the Maw!

  Don't worry about Hela, without Hablon, she will have to send her soul to the Maw herself.

   That was a lot of work.

  She will be very busy.

   That lunatic won't have time to trouble you until the curtain of life and death is broken. So, the deal? "

   Bwonsamdi did not answer.

   In the next instant, a strange blood moon suddenly appeared on the sea under the setting sun, and the scarlet moonlight completely shrouded Blake's body.

   As a cold force that was cold enough to freeze the soul was injected into the body, in Blake's expectant gaze, the curse of the hellwalker on the character card was like a data disorder.

The    dissipated little by little, like water-soaked ink. It became very light, but it did not disappear. Bwonsamdi's power injection continued, and finally turned the curse into an indistinct form.

   "I have a better idea, my friend. It's the first time I've seen this thing called a star vault, um, look at it, it looks like it's covered with 'toxic'.

   Weak and pitiful, I don't want to risk getting my hands dirty. "

   Bwonsamdi's sombre voice sounded in the ears of the pirates, and the old **** said:

   "So, why don't you help me kill him with your own hands, old Bwonsamdi will not only help you lift the curse, but also give you more 'good things'. My deal with you has been made, friend.

   One person must die on this broken ship today!

   Either he dies or you die.

   Go.

   Make good use of the mojo that old Bwonsamdi gave you, and fulfill the deal, damned stinky pirate. "

   (end of this chapter)