Azeroth Shadow Trail

  Chapter 248 67. Come, join me in admiring the beauty of the world when it was changed by me (Part 1)

   The same divine power extraction ceremony, a gift of knowledge from the pirate king Zemlan.

   On Hedana Soulstealer's Val'kyr remnant, Black cut his palm to extract the death power Hela had bestowed on this high-rank Val'kyr.

   The process is simple.

   But this time the pirates got very little.

   The vicious and unfortunate Valkyrie in front of him is not Hela's confidant elite, otherwise he would not have been sent to this place far from the **** to do the chores of looting souls.

  The death power Hela gave her was not even a tiny amount.

The dangerous power of    was completely different from the scorching arcane power of Tyr and the power of shadow that made Black feel comfortable.

   It was pulled out of the Soul Stealer for a moment, which made the pirates feel rotten, withered and cold, just like touching a piece of ice for ten thousand years, which made Blake's body feel cold.

   That loss of divine power is death.

   It represents the boundary between life and death, a taboo of absolute indifference, a gulf that cannot be crossed by mortals.

   symbolizes the end of all things.

   It is also very original and pure.

  It is probably because the user's power level is too low, and he does not have much feeling and understanding of the rules of death, so he has not formed advanced divine powers like Hela and Bwonsamdi.

   This little bit of death power is not in line with Black's three occupations and cannot be transformed and absorbed. Just like Tyr's arcane power, it is temporarily stored here by pirates.

   In the divine power column of the character card, there is a second gray, unusable power.

   Orgrim Doomhammer watched the whole process.

  The Orc Warchief and his loyal Warg said nothing about it.

   They knew that this process was evil. When Black completed the ritual, the high-level Valkyr's body, which was between the virtual and the real, turned into a cloud of dust and was blown into the cold sea breeze and mist.

  The pirate who completed the ceremony patted the boat beside him with satisfaction. All the Hell Pioneers sent by Hela died, and the tattered boat belonged to him.

   "Awesome, got another boat from her."

  Black suddenly stood up and looked at Orgrim in front of him. He took out the vacant soul-inducing lamp from his magic bag, held it in his hand, and said to the spirit of the great chief:

   "Orgrim Doomhammer, Warchief of the Old Horde, Butcher Chief of the Greenskins, Dark Arrow Wound, how does it feel to die? You seem to have a lot of questions.

   Especially after going through these things after death, is there a lot of questions to ask? "

"Who are you?"

   Orgrim's soul was weak, and after his death he stirred up anger, fighting with the creatures of death, and the living force destroyed the integrity of his soul.

   But he was not afraid, just looked at the pirate in front of him and said:

   "You look like a very mysterious person, why have I fought in this world for nearly seven years, but haven't heard of you?"

   "No, you should have heard of me."

  Blake took off the black clothes that he used to cover, brushed his hair, and took out the long-used flame blade Sanksu in his hand.

   When he saw this legendary blade, the Great Chief knew it immediately.

   "Are you an 'orc killer'? Blake Shaw, who participated in the hunt for Old Dahl, and joined forces with Red and Garona to kill Gul'dan?"

   "Did that shameless guy in Reid tell you that? It's really upright."

  Blake spit out:

   "I clearly told him to make up a better story.

   Forget it, this job is a little too difficult for an orc, especially an orc like Reid. Come on, I said I'm going to take you to see something you've never seen in your life.

  I'm short on time, let's go now. "

   He beckoned to Orgrim and moved the Soul Lamp forward.

  The Great Chief felt that the lamp in front of him was attracting his soul. He hesitated for a while, and touched the head of the ghost wolf beside him.

  The loyal Frostpaw hissed and followed his master into the lantern.

  The pirate tied a heavy lamp around his waist, turned around and jumped into the sea, like a dolphin, parading quickly under the water, reaching the shore not far away, and found the griffin that was snatched from the Wildhammer dwarf.

   mounted this violent beast and flew back towards the Burning Plain.

   This time, when the pirates returned to the battlefield, the war under the Blackrock Tower was basically over.

   The orcs fled in all directions.

The alliance was broken down into pieces. Under the leadership of the commanders, all the troops attacked in all directions to capture orcs. The commander, such as Dai Lin, who hated greenskin to the core, also issued a kill order to his own army. .

And the soldiers who are in high spirits, just like they are not tired, the joy of victory is inspiring their minds, making them roar, beat swords and shields, ride horses, and under the leadership of their respective generals, put those The greenskins who fled in a hurry ran across the Burning Steppe.

   And on Blackrock Mountain, after the frontal battle collapsed, the Bronzebeard dwarves tried to seize the door.

   The dwarves want to take advantage of the opportunity when the alliance army is on the battlefield, and try to attack the Blackrock Spire and Darkforge City controlled by the Dark Iron Dwarves.

Those dwarf muscle sticks who looked simple and honest, but were actually cunning, almost captured the gate of the Blackrock Tower, but they were chased away by Red Blackhand, who had been waiting for the opportunity, and brought his own orc warriors. go out.

  During their fierce battle, the Dark Iron dwarves of Darkforge, who had been observing the battlefield, also sensed the war ambitions of the Bronzebeard dwarves.

   In the second half, the army of Dark Iron dwarves rushed out decisively, helping Red's orcs to repel the Bronzebeard dwarves who had seized the door, and sealed the gate of Blackrock Tower again.

   "Go, go, go find your master. I hope the unlucky guy didn't break his neck when he fell."

  Blake jumped down with the spirit lamp when the griffin flew to a side peak of Blackrock Mountain, and shouted to the dire griffin who turned his head and flew over to grab him with his claws:

   "You vicious little bird, hurry up and find your master! I'll pluck your eagle feathers if you keep making trouble!"

   Driven by him, the clever military griffin squeaked twice, turned and flew away towards the direction where his knight fell.

  The pirate plucked off the griffin feathers he had stained on his body, put down the spirit lamp around his waist, and released Orgrim's soul.

  Black would politely make a "please" gesture, and the Great Chief looked in the direction of his fingers. There were still sporadic battles on the battlefield where the smoke still remained.

   But above the corpses everywhere, with his ghostly vision, he can already see the souls of those soldiers who died in battle.

   Not just those souls.

  In the sky that mortals can't see, some strange things are flying around.

   It was a blue-skinned, human-like creature.

   But each one is taller than humans, and even taller than orcs. Both men and women wore very holy armor and white robes.

   Most have a pair of huge wings.

   White with a hint of blue, with smooth feathers, when the wings are spread, there is a very sacred feeling.

   They would fly out of some invisible door in the sky and land next to the dazed souls above the battlefield.

   They talked to those souls, and like the legendary angels, they held those souls in their arms and flew them into the sky. From where these strange creatures came, take those souls to another world.

   Orgrim could see clearly, in front of a high elf who was half-kneeling and praying beside his comrade-in-arms body, her comrade-in-arms was being taken away by the huge blue angel-like creature.

   But the elf didn't notice it.

   The mortal eyes cannot see them, nor perceive them.

   "Those blue soft egg angels are called Grian."

  Beside the Warchief, the pirate picked up a white griffin feather from the ground, rubbed it in his hand, and explained to Orgrim:

   "They come from the shadow world and are the guides of the world of the dead. They are responsible for guiding the souls that have just died from various worlds to the world after death.

  When the veil of life and death was still firmly in place, they were the only creatures in the Shadowlands who could freely traverse the boundary between life and death. Azeroth and all worlds, all the first descriptions of "angels" are from them.

   Their wings shelter souls and carry them across the veil of life and death, across planes of torture and imprisonment, to rebirth and the gift of eternity.

  These souls will be brought into the Eternal City, Olipos, and the souls of the dead from countless worlds will be judged by the Eternal Arbiter in the heart of the Shadow Realm.

   Souls with good intentions will go to the holy fortress of promotion.

  The pure and natural soul will belong to the quiet blazing blue fairyland.

   A warlike soul that responds to an angry Maldraxxus.

   Defective and fallen souls will merge into Ravendes under the dark night.

   The first three all sound good.

   But Revenders is bad, it's a purgatory of the soul, and those souls who are sent there need to atone for their sins and depravity in life.

   The journey of atonement is not easy. "

  The pirate sighed, touched his shoulder, and said:

   "Some **** from there told me.

  If I go there, the monument to record my sins will be as big as a mountain! Sounds like a bad place.

   Orgrim Doomhammer, where do you think you would be assigned if you went to the world of the dead? "

   Faced with this question, the Great Chief hesitated for a moment and said:

   "That Val'kyr, she told me, I'm going to be sent to the Maw. It's a worse place than what you call Revenders, right? It's **** of the soul.

   Suffering forever, without liberation. "

   "That's what she scare you."

  The pirate laughed and looked at the angels of Grian who were guiding the souls on the battlefield in front of him.

   He was silent for a few seconds and said:

   "There is a high probability that you will be assigned by the Arbiter to Maldraxxus, where you warriors are eternally home, where you may become a psychic lord who wields death and decay.

   But the Eternal Soldier who managed there may have disappeared, so after you pass, it is estimated that you will immediately be involved in the infighting of the five secret courtyards.

   Spend the eternity after death in intrigue and endless battles.

  Everyone around you will want to kill you, take away your anima, and you can kill everyone too, keep climbing on their corpses, as long as you are strong enough. "

   "Well, that sounds like a good place."

   Orgrim's weak soul showed a smile, and then he said:

   "But you won't let me go, will you?"

   "Yes, I killed you here."

  The pirate raised the white griffin feather in his hand and said to the soul beside him without looking back:

   "I didn't invite you to come here, not to show you these grins.

  These blue **** are a bunch of dogmatic idiots, commanded by an incompetent, confused, weak, and pretentious Eternal.

   They were never the crux of the matter.

   Just like their status in the Shadow Realm, they are nothing but guides.

   What I want you to see here with me is something more important.

   starts from the moment you die.

   The predetermined destiny of this world, through your death, has begun to slip off the track, it has begun to reroute, it has rerouted because of me. Change has come from the moment I handed that sword into Lothar's hands. "

  The pirate spread his arms, and in the hazy sky and the shadow cast by the sun, he let out a long breath and said:

   "Look up at the sky."

   Orgrim raised his head, and at the end of his line of sight, above the hazy sky, there were vortices that sparkled like yellow quicksand.

  The number of those whirlpools is huge, just like the stars in the sea of ​​​​stars, they are still shining.

   Something is happening.

   That should be some kind of powerful force that seems to be moving the world, but nothing in the world has changed because of it.

   "That's the timeline we're in, being abolished by the bronze dragons."

  Blake also looked at the sky and said intimately:

   "This means that this timeline will be abandoned by the time guardians, just like a sophisticated system will be completely taken out of use, and will never be corrected and maintained.

   All the history that has been established, has happened, is happening, and has not happened will cease to exist!

   What will happen in the future, the most powerful prophet will not be able to predict. Maybe a meteorite will hit the world in the next instant, causing all things to become extinct.

   Maybe in the next moment, I will be struck by lightning from the sky and die in front of your eyes, and I will go to the world of the dead one step ahead of you.

   But, the scenery in front of me that was born because of me is really beautiful, right? "

   (end of this chapter)