Azeroth Shadow Trail

   Chapter 245 64. Hela, who doesn't pick, thinks you are very good

   "woo woo woo"

  From the rainbow bridge that opened in the sky, the last low trumpet sounded, and after the war between the alliance and the old tribe entered a stage of collapse, Valarjar's selection of heroic spirits came to an end.

   In the magnificent scenery of the golden Valkyries waving their wings and flying into the sky with the last group of warrior souls, the golden doors in the sky also slammed shut.

  Odin has no interest in the next chase.

  The king of war did not appreciate the slaughter under absolute superiority, nor did he think that such a slaughter would lead to the birth of a warrior worthy of attention.

   Black, who had already arrived at the edge of the battlefield, looked up and watched the golden Valkyries disappear into the streamer of the sky.

  According to his calculation just now, in such a huge war in which hundreds of thousands of people attacked and killed each other, Odin had chosen less than fifty Heroic Spirits for him.

   "He is really strict."

  The pirate sighed, and a few minutes after the light of the sky completely dissipated, Blake also completed his "dress change".

   He put a tattered black cloak on himself, covering his whole body, not even showing a trace of his cheeks, and moving his hands, he took out the Ulthales war scythe in the form of the hand of death.

   turned around in the palm of his hand and carried the war sickle on his shoulder.

   As the shadows gathered around him, he entered a state of stealth and headed towards a chaotic battlefield. After wearing the title of spirit hunter, the world in front of Blake suddenly changed.

  Besides the tragic battlefield where humans and orcs fought, it was like adding a layer of filters, so that he could see those wandering souls who had died in battle, but had not been sent to the other side of the curtain of life and death.

   There are human, elves, dwarves, and gnomes.

   There are also orcs.

   are all wandering souls who died on the battlefield, waiting for the messengers of the kingdom of the dead to come and send them into the shadow world.

"Odin's rainbow bridge opens above the Burning Plain, and Hela will also notice it here. She will never let go of so many souls. Without the Nagfar, she can only use more primitive means. to grab these souls.

   She will send her generals to lead the soul to hell. "

   Pirates carry war scythes and walk in the shadows.

   Those souls he saw, but those dazed souls could not see him.

   "Then who will Hela send?"

  The pirates looked to the sky, and after Odin left, the Burning Steppes became cloudy again. With anticipation in Blake's eyes, he thought to himself:

   "Which lucky Shadow Val'kyr will be here? Who will be ambushed and killed by me?"

  Thinking so, Blake walked in the shadows.

  COS Death is very expressive. He is not just walking. He carefully avoids the areas where battles are still taking place, and looks at the dead souls on the battlefield with a scrutiny.

   "These are very peaceful, and you can't extract much Anima, so leave them to the Shadow Realm."

  The pirates looked away from the dead souls.

   He can feel the state of these souls. Most of the dead souls will become weak after death, but there are individual ghosts who were powerful in their lifetime. When they die with a certain strong emotion, they will be stronger than other souls.

   After entering the Shadow Realm, such a soul will generate more and stronger "psychic energy" than other souls, which is a power that cannot be used by the living.

   But it is it that supports the existence and prosperity of the kingdom of the dead.

  Those souls full of powerful anima were almost taken away by Odin, but there were still some ghosts that were more powerful than ordinary souls that Odin looked down on, and remained on the battlefield.

  Those are the "treasures" in Hela's eyes and Black's goal.

  His footsteps stopped before an orc soul, which was also wrapped in red wrath after death, and it was more alive than other dazed souls.

   It was now half-kneeling beside its own body.

   seems to be saying goodbye to the world of the living, but he does not know where he is going.

   "I won't let you fall into Hela's hands, I won't make her stronger, and I won't let you become toys in the hands of real evil."

  The pirate quietly touched behind the soul and took out the soul stone. He stared at the soul in front of him and said in his heart:

   "By the circulation of death, become a part of my power."

   He tried to incorporate this soul into the soul stone, but unfortunately, the orc was unwilling to give in like this, and instead roared and attacked.

   "Om"

  The hand of death broke out of the shadows, and the sharp sickle cut through the angry soul from behind. As the pirate's wrist rotated, the war sickle cut through the soul again.

   Let it turn into shattered light in a silent roar.

   The familiar heat flowed down his arms and melted into his body, causing the assassin who jumped back into the shadows to let out a soothing moan.

   He once wondered what the essence of the "experience" he gained from hunting life was?

   He once thought that he was a natural evil soul eater.

   But now, he has understood the truth.

   The "experience" that made him strong is not the soul, nor the fragments of the soul, but the anima! That special power that cannot be used by the living and can only exist in the kingdom of the dead.

   It is not necessary to hunt powerful creatures to gain "experience".

   Pirates got it wrong before.

   He has to find those creatures with anima in their souls and extract their anima in order to make himself stronger.

   "buzz"

   The war sickle in the hands of the pirates hummed with dissatisfaction, and Ursalus was also longing for these souls with anima to make his weak self strong again.

  Black robbed him of his "food".

   "Don't worry."

  The pirate stroked the weapon of greed and said:

   "There are many more here.

   We still have plenty of time to slowly search before Hela's doglegs arrive. Even feeding them to you is much better than throwing them in that cesspool of the Maw. "

   As he spoke, he waved the war sickle in his hand and hooked a bewildered orc soul beside him, saying:

   "I'll feed you one, be good, eat well."

   "This one has nothing at all!"

   Ulthalesh in the scythe roared:

   "Not even a bone for a dog! There's one over there, that elf priest! She's full of anima! She's alive, great! Kill her!"

   Drain her! Eat her soul with me. "

   "No no no, you are too impatient and have no vision."

  The pirate patiently refused this proposal. He dropped a scout to the elf priest not far away, curled his lips, and said:

   "That's Miss Liadrin, who is destined to do something big in the future. Look, she has a flower guardian by her side, so it's not easy to provoke Aqiang who is provoked.

   We better stay away from them.

   In addition, we agreed, in order to celebrate the alliance's hard-won victory, we only hunt for souls today, not kill people. "

"Um?"

   At the same time, Liadrin, a high-level elf priest who was healing wounded soldiers with holy light on the battlefield, suddenly felt very uncomfortable.

   seemed to be looking at her with cold malice.

   "What's the matter? Leah."

   A concerned voice sounded from not far away. It was a handsome elf ranger who was swinging a sword and wearing red chain armor. He turned around and asked.

  The elf priest shook her head, looking back at the chaotic battlefield behind her, she said softly:

   "It's nothing, Theron. Keep fighting."

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  While the pirates hunted the souls full of anima, Hela's power also began to act.

  The Queen of Hell has actually been paying attention to this decisive battle between the Alliance and the Horde. After all, this is the largest war in the world of Azeroth at present.

   And war always kills people.

   That means Hela will harvest many, many souls.

   And Black guessed a little wrong. Hela's power has always been lurking in the sea near the Burning Plain. They should have entered the battlefield to search for souls at the beginning of the battlefield.

   But the appearance of Odin disrupts this plan.

   "Curse him! Curse the king of nothingness and tyranny!"

  I watched the rainbow bridge that belonged to Valhalla in the sky dissipated, and a tall figure was exactly the same as Odin's golden Valkyrie, even the height was exactly the same, but the black and white **** Valkyrie cursed in a low voice.

  Behind her, there were more than a dozen other Valkyrie who looked like her, but were smaller in size, and cursed Odin and his golden doglegs in a low voice.

   But scolding, it is absolutely impossible for them to go forward and fight the Golden Valkyrie.

the reason is simple.

   can't beat it.

   Although strength and birth are from the same source.

   But the Golden Valkyries under Odin are obviously better at fighting than them.

  In the event of a confrontation, these Shadow Valkyries belonging to Hela are estimated to be cut down by those raging Valkyries after a face-to-face encounter.

  The ability of Odin, the king of war, to train his subordinates is not comparable to the madman Hela who is full of vengeance.

   One is quality advantage, the other is the pursuit of quantity advantage.

   Well, it’s hard to say who is right and who is wrong, but in the encounter, Hela will definitely suffer.

   Therefore, after Odin intervened in this mortal war, these Shadow Val'kyr, who were planning to fight, could only hide out of the battlefield in embarrassment.

   They watched Odin's Valkyrie, bringing the best, most powerful, and most full-hearted soul into the Hall of Valor, as if the meat that had been put on their plate was brutally snatched away by the opponent.

   "The lady will not be satisfied with the loss of so much anima, she will punish us."

  -led Shadow Valkyr grabbed his Shadow Spear, and pulled out a fearful and bad smile on the pale face covered by the black half-covered Lightning Wing Helmet.

   She spread her black wings a little irritably, and looked back at the group of little brothers behind her. Uh, little girls, said:

   "We must bring back more souls to escape punishment. We must find a way."

   "Powerful Soul Stealer! Look!"

   Just when these Shadow Val'kyr felt unlucky and were discussing countermeasures, a small Val'kyr, who was lying on the edge of the battlefield under the dark clouds, poking his head to look at the battlefield, suddenly turned his head and shouted to her:

   "The soul of the orc! The soul of the warchief! He was summoned by Odin, but was sent back to the mortal world! God, how much heart can overflow in him!"

"Um?"

The Shadow Val'kyr Soul Stealer, headed by   , turned back suddenly, and followed the direction indicated by the sharp-eyed girl, and looked towards the battlefield.

   At a glance, I saw the soul of Orgrim Doomhammer, who had returned from the Hall of Valor, and was reappearing on the battlefield along with a black wolf.

   These Shadow Val'kyr are not strong, but they have vicious eyes.

   One can see that Orgrim's soul is not only complete, but also full of the warrior's wrathful anima. Indeed, as the sharp-eyed Val'kyr said, the warchief's anima will overflow.

   "It's him! Take him away!"

   she cried aloud:

   "The psychic energy extracted from this single soul is worth tens of millions of remnant souls. Not only will the lady not blame us, but she will also reward our hunting! Sisters, follow me!"

The Soul Stealer led by    spread out his wings, waved the shadow spear, and flew away to the battlefield below with a group of screaming little girls.

   They, like the Golden Valkyries, are special creatures between the virtual and the real.

   As long as they don't want to, mortals will never want to see them. And Orgrim Doomhammer, who rejected Odin's solicitation, also felt the danger at hand under the roar of the ghost wolf beside him.

  The Great Chief raised his head and saw a group of Val'kyr with black wings, Wuyang Wuyang's rushing towards him.

   He was a mighty warrior in his lifetime, not afraid of any challenge.

   But he would already be dead. He didn’t have much experience in the battle after death, and he had no weapons in his hand, so he wanted to avoid it, but the Soul Stealer in the lead opened his left hand with a wild laugh.

   The chains forged by the shadows were thrown from the sky and wrapped tightly around Orgrim.

   "You continue to collect here, sisters!"

  The Soulstealer lifted Orgrim, who was trapped in chains, into the air, flapped his wings and flew out of the battlefield, and instructed his little sisters Val'kyr:

   "Find more valuable souls and bring them back together."

  The ghost wolf Frostpaw next to Orgrim wanted to roar and fight back, but was also **** by the remaining Shadow Val'kyr little sisters with chains.

   The Ghost Wolf continued to struggle, but the black chains kept getting tighter and tighter. Seeing that the master was lifted up by the leader of the Navar'kyr, Frostclaw's roar also turned into a pleading whimper.

   It is begging the evil not to take its master away.

   The pleading of this loyal beast has only been exchanged for the cold ridicule of the evil ones.

  You can't expect, monsters, to have mercy.

   (end of this chapter)