Azeroth Shadow Trail

   Chapter 220 39. Legitimacy +1000000

   "We have to save him!"

   On a hillside in the border mountains of the Tirisfal region, because the power of the Holy Light had been injected into the Silver Hand warhammer, the majesty Fao, who seemed a little weak, looked at the distant valley that had collapsed.

   He leaned on the priest's staff and said to the old lich beside him:

   "Little Redek has done great things, he has eliminated terrible scourges for our civilization, we can't just leave him there!"

   "Your Majesty, you don't know enough about Blake's style."

  Old Merry will be very calm.

   He turned to the Pope and said:

   "If he dares to stay there, he must have his own confidence. I believe that he may die in a conspiracy or a sudden battle in the future.

   But I don't believe that he will die in such a collapsed place.

   He was a pirate.

  Water can't kill him.

   But as you said, I'd better go and see. "

   After finishing speaking, the old Lich tapped the Staff of the Guardian on the ground and disappeared into the light of teleportation.

   "this sword"

   A few minutes after Merry disappeared, Da Suohan, the great knight who was resting on the side, suddenly held the steel sword in both hands and said loudly:

   "It's calling something."

"Um?"

  Her Majesty Fao turned his head and saw that the shape was full of barbarian style, like a beheading sword, vibrating and buzzing in the hands of the great knight.

   As he said, the sword is calling for something.

   "Whoosh"

   A light object broke through the air.

   Then, the soul of Thoradin the Great appeared in front of the two of them in a dazed manner. This hero who was nearly three thousand years ago seemed to be unable to believe the facts in front of him.

   He stood on the spot with an illusory body, looked at his hands first, and then looked at the surrounding environment.

   Finally, his eyes fell on the sword Stromkar presented by Dassault with both hands.

"I am free."

  The Great Emperor stretched out his hand and stroked the sword in the hand of the Great Knight with the body of his soul.

   He said with a tone of loss:

   "Three thousand years of long-term defense is finally over. The dark monster is dead, and the enemy of the gods who will destroy human civilization is beheaded here.

   You have done what I have not done, my descendants.

   You have proven that you are stronger than me, the idiot who nearly destroyed all hope. "

   "Your Majesty!"

  Fao stepped forward immediately, and the Pope of Holy Light said softly:

   "You didn't do the wrong thing as you said. If you hadn't sacrificed yourself to seriously injure that monster, three thousand years later, we wouldn't be able to complete the great cause of driving out the darkness.

  You are a true hero, you.”

   "No need to say."

  The Great laughed. At this moment, he was like a real barbarian, rude and forthright. He waved his hand and said to the Pope and the Great Knight:

   "I am not weak enough to need your comfort.

   However, the era that belongs to me has long since ended, the glory that belongs to me has also faded, the duty that belongs to me has finally been completed, and the mistakes that belong to me have also been made up.

   I can finally.

   I can finally. Rest in peace.”

   He said that, the illusory soul body became weak, like a tired soul that finally completed his obsession, about to dissipate between this world.

   He will go to another world that belongs to the dead, where he will start a new life.

   "No! No!"

   At this moment, when the light of teleportation came on again.

  Blake's voice resounded on this hillside.

The pirate with water stains on his body flicked the water splashes on his clothes. He pushed his pirate hat, holding the little murloc in his arms, strode forward, and handed the shield of Odin in the other hand to him. the emperor.

   He said seriously:

   "Your Majesty Thoradin, you still have an invitation to answer. Don't forget, you promised me before that you would help me deliver a message to Odin, Lord of War.

  As the only emperor in human civilization, you are the sage who shaped the starting point and future of the human race with your own hands. Do you want to pigeon off my little junior? "

   "Invitation from Valhalla?"

   Thoradin the Great looked at the shield of Odin handed over by Black, and he looked at the pirate in front of him again.

   said with interest:

   "In my time, the ancient legends had not yet dissipated, and the tribesmen would always tell stories and legends that they had heard from their ancestors.

  The golden paradise that shines forever, the Valarjar fortress prepared only for the most heroic warriors, and the Hall of Valor that only allows the most powerful heroes to step into after death, is the most fascinating one in all legends.

   But you seem to know more than I do.

   Do you think I should respond to that invitation? "

   "Of course. If you are invited to play at home, it would be very rude if you don't go."

   Black snorted and said:

   "What's more, Odin does favor warriors like you who are extremely brave both in life and after death.

   With your mortal body, you almost killed an abyss demigod. With such a great achievement, if there is no place for you in the Hall of Valor, then Odin is blind.

  Well, he seems to have been blind in one eye.

   But that's not the point, the point is, you should go there!

  There you can realize the most eternal dream of a warrior, always fight, always fight, always enjoy the joy of anger. "

"yes?"

  The Great Emperor shook his head, he looked at the round shield with the battle of the gods engraved on it, and said:

   "I thought the legend of Valhalla was false.

  After all, on the battlefield against trolls, I have seen so many warriors die in the war, even Lordaene, who is wise and powerful.

   But I have never seen a golden Valkyrie riding a Pegasus to receive their souls. "

   "That's because Odin is a stupid racist!"

  Black lowered his voice and said to the Emperor:

   "The Lord of War is in some ways as stubborn as he is in strength. He only believes in those races that he considers warriors, such as our human predecessors, the savage vrykul.

  His selection of heroic spirits has been carried out only among the vrykul from hundreds of thousands of years ago until now.

   But you actually qualify.

  You have the purest barbarian blood flowing within you.

   You are the king of barbarians!

   Perhaps in Odin's eyes, you belong to the kind of 'little' vrykul, but others of your time will still be regarded by him as weak.

  No way, we can't reverse the outdated thinking of a stubborn god.

unless

   Someone took the initiative to tell him that the mortals had done great things to get him to look away from the vrykul. "

   Having said this, the pirate rubbed his hands and looked at the thoughtful emperor.

Say:

   "Perhaps, you can serve as the spokesperson of mortals in the Hall of Valor, to reverse Odin's backward and ignorant views, and let him see that among us mortals, there can also be valiant warriors that are not inferior to the barbaric vrykul.

  The gate of Valhalla will be reopened for your descendants because of your presence, Your Majesty.

  Perhaps this is the last thing you should do after your life as a warrior and emperor.

   We are not afraid to show Odin our bravery, to gain the favor of the Lord of War, to ask him for protection, and to bless the souls of those warriors.

   But we need a chance.

   Just at the southernmost tip of this continent, Your Majesty, your last bloodline Anduin Lothar, orthodox commander of the most valiant group of people, is driving out invaders from another world.

   That was a war!

   And war is always a stage for the brave. "

   "This reason."

   Thoradin the Great rubbed his chin.

   After thinking for a few seconds, this tall and burly king of barbarians said:

   "I really can't say no.

   If my devotion can open the gate of the heroic spirits leading to the supreme glory for my descendants, if I alone can make the light of the Rainbow Bridge shine on this earth again.

   Then I will do it!

   I will respond to this invitation. "

After   , the emperor took a deep breath.

   stretched out his hand and touched the shield of Odin with his wrathful fingers, the valiant soul touching the weapon of the Lord of War, representing his response to the invitation from a thousand years ago.

   In the next instant, under the stunned gazes of the three people around, a crimson door entwined with colorful streamers opened in the dark night above this hillside.

   The low and shocking horn sound also reverberated between heaven and earth.

  The pirate akimbo, admiring the familiar scene.

   The little fishman in his arms, who would stare at the big cute eyes and open his mouth slightly, seemed to be shocked by the scene in front of him.

   "Huihuihui"

  The neighing of the warhorse sounded from the light of the door, making the pirates listen.

   In the next instant, he said to Thoradin the Great beside him:

   "Odin sent Heimdall, the gatekeeper, to blow the horn of Valar himself, and he sent the Valkyrie to meet you, Your Majesty.

  The Lord of War holds you in high regard, which is a lucky thing. "

  The Valkyrie of the Lord of War is golden.

   She is as tall as a vrykul, no, she is taller than a vrykul, and her body size is at least five meters, a complete giant.

  Her body is made of golden light, wearing a lightning-wing helmet that covers her eyes and upper half of her face, holding a golden spear, and a long strip of red and gold-edged cloth flying at the front of the spear.

   She has wings on her back, like an angel in the legend of the Holy Light.

   Riding on a flying horse with the same golden light, like a gathering of stars, it soared in the air, and the low sound of the horn echoed in the dark night.

   This scene is divine.

   It makes the crown prince and the great knight pray at the same time.

   As for the old Lich Merry, when the wise guy saw the door of the Rainbow Bridge open, he used the teleportation technique to temporarily leave here under the signal of Black's eyes.

  He is dead and not accepted by Odin and his Valkyries, and staying here may lead to some not-so-good things.

  The huge Valkyrie rode her Pegasus and quickly landed on this hillside.

   Her gaze didn't stay on the others for a moment, she just turned over and dismounted, and made a "please" gesture to the soul of Thoradin the Great who was ready in front of her.

   This solemn Valkyrie said in the vrykul language:

   "Thoradin, Odin saw your unyielding bravery and inexhaustible anger, you have done great things, you are qualified to join the Legion of Heroes, and you are qualified to fight with countless heroic spirits for the coming Ragnarok!

   Odin has been waiting for you.

   Come with me.

  Fortress of Valarjar, a grand banquet has been prepared for your arrival, and thousands of heroic spirits are waiting for their new brothers. "

  The Great nodded.

   He walked over to the majestic, armored Pegasus cast like starlight, and skilfully turned on his horse. The moment he pulled the reins, the Great Emperor turned his head and looked at Black.

He says:

   "What do you want me to tell Odin? My descendants."

   "Hella!"

   Black said aloud:

   "Please tell Odin, I have been fighting with Hela, I have killed Hela's soul-inducing Hablon, and captured Hela's ghost ship Nagfar!

  Me and Hela are immortal.

   I do not expect the King of War to intervene, I will fight my own battle, but I have made a small contribution to the victory of the King of War, and this dedication needs to be rewarded.

   I ask you to tell Odin, Your Majesty the Emperor, that I have used my trivial victory to ask him to look away from the vrykul for a while.

   Let him treat all creatures in this world equally, and give those brave men a chance to prove themselves! "

   "Well, I'll bring the words to you."

  The Emperor stretched out his fist and thumped his breastplate, saying to Black and the other two:

  "Then go back and tell everyone on this earth that their emperor has left the world, tell them not to grieve for it, tell them my last story

   Tell them that I will watch their war in Valhalla.

  I'll be there waiting for them, and tell stories that belong to humanity. Goodbye, heroes! And you, little one, I have nothing more to give you.

   But I heard your story from Fao, and I can give you one last gift. "

   Thoradin the Great finally looked at Black.

   In the neighing of Pegasus taking off, he laughed and said:

   "In our day there was no difference between a navy and a pirate.

   I also don't think that the path of power will affect the nobility of the bloodline. In fact, the bloodline is not noble at all, the nobleness is the action and the soul!

   Now, because of your great deeds, I, as Emperor of Arathor Empire, declare your absolute right to inherit the kingdom of Kul Tiras!

   Derek Proudmoore.

   Go back and tell your old confused father.

   His throne belongs only to you!

   If he or anyone has any dissatisfaction, tell them that this is the emperor's will!

   Finally, use my sword well and give it to the right person. "

   (end of this chapter)