Azeroth Shadow Trail

   Chapter 246 65. Unfortunately, the greedy Black doesn't allow you to leave

   The cunning soul-stealer had his luck.

   She was willing to believe that this soul hunting operation would end in failure, but she did not think that fate gave her a big surprise.

  This shadow Val'kyr leader under Hela, bound the soul of the roaring Orgrim Doomhammer with chains gathered by the power of death, and flew above the dark clouds of the sky.

   "The lady will reward me for your surrender."

  The Soulstealer flew with his black wings and said proudly to the struggling Orgrim:

   "I'll gain more power from this, and eventually become a Valkyr leader as powerful as the arrogant Anhelder, and I'll become the Queen's Valkyrie!

   Stop struggling, Orc!

  You may have control over power during your lifetime, but after death you are weak and worthless, and you know nothing about the power of anima. But you are very useful, hahaha.

  You are the tribute that I exchanged for my strength!

   Odin, the tyrannical king, doesn't want you, it doesn't matter, Hell and Maw will become your new 'warm' home. "

   "I will never surrender to your evil master!"

The    King of Orcs roared in the air, only to receive a barrage of sneers from the evil Val'kyr.

  The voice of the soul cannot be sensed by the living. On the chaotic battlefield, the army of the Alliance is still chasing the defeated orcs. They from Draenor have long cut off the shamanic heritage.

   There is no psychic here who can see through the soul.

   After rejecting Odin's solicitation, no one can help him!

   "Ow"

   The black wolf Frostpaw watched his master be taken away by evil, and its whimper became more and more desolate.

   The loyal beast seemed to have sensed that this would be the moment of farewell to its master. Around it, the low-level Val'kyr recruits brought by the Soul Stealers have dispersed to find more valuable souls.

   In the wailing of the ghost wolf, the Val'kyr of the Underworld who guarded it beside it rejoiced and laughed evilly.

  This weather-beaten wolf is also full of heart and energy. If you want to bring it back to Queen Hela together, they will be able to get more praise.

The    rewards are of course the ones from the Soul Stealer, but they can also drink soup along with them.

  Unfortunately, these ladies and sisters from **** do not know that in this mortal world, there is a saying that extreme happiness gives rise to sadness.

   Just as they fantasized about the bright future, a black sickle suddenly appeared from the shadows. With extreme ferocity, he slashed over the small-eyed Val'kyr who first discovered Orgrim.

   The latter pair of wings were cut off by the knife, screaming and trying to escape.

   But from the intertwined shadows, a hand with a sapphire seal appeared, clasped her neck, and when the war sickle turned over, she cut off her head completely from her body.

   "Ah, with so many psychic abilities, your 'nutritive value' is indeed more than ten times that of those mortal souls. I knew that since the last goodbye, Hela would continue to give me gifts.

   Her Majesty the Queen is so kind and merciful.

   is so generous to me, a traitor, and makes everyone a little embarrassed. "

   Wearing tattered black clothes, a pirate like the **** of death, casually divided a third of the Anima of Shadow Val'kyr in his hand, and threw it to the war sickle of Ulthalesh in his hand.

  The latter also let out bursts of contented laughter, bringing a purple soul wind, wrapping around the pirate's body. In Black's other hand, he was holding something that shocked the several Shadow Val'kyr in front of him.

   That round shield!

   A round shield shining with Odin's power!

   The assassin in front of him is the man of Odin, the king of tyranny!

   "clang"

  Black tapped the surface of Odin's shield with his war scythe, made a crisp sound, and shouted to the shadowy Val'kyr who raised weapons in front of him:

   "Do you know who I am? Don't I need to introduce myself?"

"You group of Val'kyr, dare to swagger in the hunting grounds of King Odin, you are really impatient! Then let me, the 'Templar Assassin' under the command of the King of War, purify you group of fallen ones !

   Evil!

  Come, fight with me! "

   His provocation was immediately answered.

  The hatred between Hela and Odin is ancient and never-ending. It will only end when one of the two sides falls completely. This kind of hostility also affects the camps of both sides.

   Shadow Valkyrie may not be able to beat Odin's Valkyrie, but they can tell that the man who claims to be Odin's Templar Assassin is just a pure human being.

   And more importantly, they did recognize him.

   This is a traitor from hell!

   This is Black Shaw, the Kul Tiras pirate who killed Hablon. Her Majesty the Queen has issued a rich bounty for his soul. Every Kvaldir in **** is longing for his head.

"what!"

   A tall Shadow Valkyr swung a gloomy Shadow Warspear, and with the power of his wings flapping, he charged Black with a powerful thrust of the warspear.

   The other three Val'kyr also started at the same time, throwing black shadow chains with both hands like a soul stealer, to bind the pirates in place.

   This is their standard solution against vrykul warriors.

   It's just a lot of fun.

   But the problem is that Black is just carrying a shield, it doesn't mean he is a warrior.

"boom"

  The priceless shield of Odin was thrown by the pirates with a deadly throwing technique in the next instant, just like a certain captain's magical flying shield technique.

The    bang slammed into the Val'kyr's breastplate, but it didn't hinder her movement.

   These Shadow Valkyries are all vrykul in front of them. They were awakened like this after death, and their power has not weakened. Compared with a vrykul, no pirate will choose this tactic if he has a little brain.

  The flying shield was thrown out, and the shadow stepped up.

  Blake's figure appeared behind the three Val'kyr recruits in the back, waving the scythe in his hand, and a master-level shadow attack shot forward. Without the support of the sea, the power of this move would be weakened too much.

   But Ursalus, this bad thing, smells delicious, and is naturally willing to contribute his strength to the pirates.

   Along with the war scythe, there is also the dancing and mourning of the purple soul, which directly affects the attack of the soul, and it is impossible to fight these creations between the virtual and the real.

The    soul shock made the Val'kyr recruits sluggish, and the sharp scythes slashed past the most recent recruits, and the shadow strike effect of the Assassin Master Seal was also released.

   The other recruits were also blown up and down by the shadow shock, and then, like a leek, Black swung the sickle and chopped off their heads.

   This battle is very uncomfortable.

  These Val'kyr were so tall, half-giants, that Black had to jump up to chop them by the neck.

   He now finally understands the bitterness of a handful of dwarf assassins.

  Three groups of hearts were able to start, so Black took one of them fairly, gave one to Ursalus, and used the last one to activate the Soul Harvest of the Shadow Artifact.

  As the soul of Navagri shattered, the pirate was also surrounded by thick shadow power, and a huge amount of temporarily strengthened magic power was poured into him.

   The pirate sneered as he watched the last Val'kyr pounce with his spear.

   raised his left hand and threw an intensified curse of pain on her. Soul-level pain erupted, causing the tall Val'kyr recruit to fall to his knees with a thud, clutching his head and screaming.

   "Om"

  The pirate used another Warlock magic he just learned, Life Drain.

   An ominous green light burst from his fingers, connecting with the painful Val'kyr, drawing the life force of this strange being into Black's hands.

   "What the **** are you doing?"

   Ursalus shouted from the scythe:

   "She is a creation of death, and there is no life for you to draw from. Who taught your magician magic? In exchange for mana draw, it can drain her magic power and replenish yours."

   "Well, I'm a new surgeon, don't worry about that."

  The pirates embarrassedly changed to another absorbing spell with the same principle but different ways of action under the reminder of the weapon.

  As he increased his strength, the shadow Val'kyr recruit in front of him quickly weakened, and after the effect of the curse of pain disappeared, she was unable to get up and fight again.

  Black enjoys the feeling of taking other people's magic power as his own. As he watched, the character card's magic power bar quickly filled up, while its upper limit was still increasing little by little.

   Worthy of being an evil sorcerer magic.

   Destroy others and strengthen yourself.

   "No wonder you can only be seen by Hela, no wonder Odin dismisses you."

  The pirate maintained the magic power draw, and went forward with the war sickle, looking at the weak Val'kyr recruits on the ground, he said:

   "You can't even endure the pain. You are not soldiers at all, and you don't even have the qualifications to look up to the Hall of Valor. Hela really doesn't pick anything, everyone wants it.

   Sure enough, betraying her was the most correct thing I did in my career plan. "

   The scythe in Black's hand was raised, and as the Val'kyr raised his head to speak ruthlessly, it slipped quietly, and a second later, another group of weak hearts could reach it.

  The pirate held it in his hand, turned his head and slashed the shadow chain that bound the black wolf ghost's claws. He watched the escaped black wolf's soul jump up nimbly, and his vigilant body slumped to the bottom, making a low threat to him.

   and handed over the weak heart in his hand.

   He said to Frostpaw in front of him:

   "Want to save your master? Then eat it, you need this power now. You can sense where Orgrim is, right? Wait a minute for me.

   Once I've dealt with the rest of the Val'kyr, take me there. "

The    loyal beast watched the pirate vigilantly, but after listening to his words, the black wolf swallowed the heart in Black's hand without any hesitation.

  The pirate laughed, stretched out his hand and flicked the cold sickle in his hand, and asked:

   "How many souls do you need to eat to restore your power?"

  Usalus in the scythe, in the gloomy and low tone of the Dread Lord, answered nonsense:

   "I'm weak."

   "So the more the better?"

   The pirate snapped his fingers, lifted the shield of Odin, and looked back at the battlefield behind him, where there were many Val'kyr recruits from Hell, searching for souls everywhere.

   Those black and white underworld little sisters don't know that a hunter has already set their sights on them.

  The pirate glanced at the ghostly wolf Frostpaw, who had a fierce look under his feet, and he said to the sickle in his hand:

   "Then you are blessed today. I'll treat you to a feast of hell. Remember my reception. Go back to Ravendes and have a good word for me at the emperor."

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"boom"

   Orgrim's soul trapped in chains was thrown on the wet and tattered deck, while the Soul Stealer leaned on his spear and looked up at the sky. Her pale face was full of smiles.

   seems to have seen the scene when he accepted the award from Queen Hela.

   "You guys. What the **** are you?"

   Orgrim lay on the deck, unable to break free from the evil chains, and looking at the Shadow Val'kyr again, he said:

   "I do not belong to Azeroth, my homeland calls my soul."

   "Don't be stupid, all you hear is the call of the weak Grians, they are calling your ghosts home in your world, but why take a long detour?"

  The Soulstealer turned his head and said sarcastically:

   "You really don't belong to Azeroth. Even if you go back to your hometown, what if you go back to another world? After you die, you orcs will only go to the same place as the human elves.

   The final destination of all things in this group of stars is there.

  Be patient.

  The queen will eventually send you to the realm of all the dead, of course, if she gets tired of you. Hahaha, you look tough, orc.

   Then I hope you are tough enough.

   I hope you can hold on to the Queen for a long enough time, and then be sent into the maw of no liberation to serve as an anima vessel to serve the Lord of Death for eternity.

   There is no heaven for you in this constellation!

   Give up hope early.

   That thing will only make you weak. "

   (end of this chapter)