Azeroth Shadow Trail

   Chapter 250 69. You have to calculate the refresh time first, fight wits and courage with other people, and have good luck before it is possible.

   "Let's do it."

   On the side peak of Black Rock Mountain.

   Orgrim Doomhammer's weary soul sits crossed upon the mountaintop.

   He stroked the head of the black wolf lying beside him, and looked at the blue angels on the battlefield below, leading the souls of the dead to the world of the dead.

   He knew that as long as he broke through the obstacles of the pirates around him, he would be taken to a better place by these angels.

  He will fight as much as he can, rage as much as he can, and fight as much as he can, until eternity.

   But he was too tired.

   He didn't want to travel far.

   When he failed before Lothar's eyes, the moment he died, his journey had already reached its end.

"say something."

  Behind Orgrim, Black raised the flaming blade Sank'su, like the executioner, and said to Orgrim in front of him:

   "Tell me your last words and I'll pass it on to those who want to hear it."

   "I have nothing to say."

  The Great Chief closed his eyes, this brave orc was the last to die in the old days and the first to die in the new future, but he did not feel honored for it.

He says:

   "I don't want my story to be remembered, the moment I dropped my glory, I was no longer a pure orc.

   I failed my world.

   I poisoned another world.

   I failed to save my best friend.

   I killed my own brother with my own hands.

   I do evil things to good people with good intentions.

   I let the wicked pollute the souls of the people.

   I didn't save anyone.

   I did nothing.

   people like me

   Going to **** is a kind of mercy.

   But if you really want me to have a last word for you, it is

   Remember, pirate, I traded my own death for another person's life! No matter what future you have arranged for this world, he has to live!

   I hope he can become a hero, a great man.

  I hope he can finish what I haven't done and save my world and my people.

   But if he doesn't want to, if he can't, if he doesn't do anything.

   That's not a pity either.

   He owes the world nothing.

   The sins we have committed, we shall pay for them.

  Let's do it. "

   Orgrim's soul took a deep breath, and at the moment when the pirate raised the blade of flame behind him, he turned his head and said to the Warg Frostpaw, who was licking his fingers:

   "This time, let me find the way for you, Frostpaw. Protect him for me."

   "Ow"

   In the wailing of the ghost warg, the pirates threw up the white griffin feathers that were recovered, and the sharp sword slammed down in the next instant, and the power of the hunting spirit was swayed by the sharp blade.

The moment    cut through Orgrim's soul, it collapsed together with the dangling white feather.

   With the scorching heat pouring into his arms, the pirate extracted the full heart energy and threw it into the warlock class. He didn't even have the mood to watch the beating of the numbers.

   Nothing fancy.

   With such a legendary soul in the account, it can definitely push the Warlock class to the 30th level node, and then prepare for the Warlock Shadow Trial.

   The sun shone down, and in front of the pirate leaning on the knife, where Orgrim Doomhammer was located, there was only a mass of black ashes left, and a black ghost wolf squatted there, screaming in the sky.

   This is mourning the death of the master.

  The white feathers cut by the sharp blade flew and fell into the mournful ashes. Blake squatted down, stretched out his hand, and grabbed a small lump of the cold ashes.

   released his fingers again, letting the wind blow the ashes from his fingertips to scattered scattered.

   He knew what it was.

   This is the mourning.

   is the last sorrow left in the world after a soul is destroyed by violence. Not all souls can produce this thing, only those souls that are full of anima will fall down.

   It is a crafting material.

   But unfortunately, how to use Netherworld is the secret art of the evil people in the shadow world. It is not inherited in the world of the living. Even the omniscient Black does not know how to use it at all.

   "Ow!"

   Seeing that the pirates were about to put away the last remnants of Orgrim, the ferocious ghost wolf Frostclaw was about to bite Black's fingers, but the pirates were not afraid of it at all.

   His soul strength is much stronger than this newly born ghost wolf.

   "Hey, Orgrim left you to protect Thrall."

  Black, leaning on the knife, said:

   "If you dare to bite me, you won't have a chance to protect that greenskin boy. In your current situation, it's useless for you to go to Thrall's side.

   I have to get the Doomhammer for you.

   Why don't we have a discussion, you serve me, I will protect him, you have seen how powerful I am. If you do not agree, I will now order my assassins to assassinate him.

  I am a master assassin, and some resources can be mobilized. "

   He said to the ghostly wolf Frostpaw:

   "And I'm also a ranger anyway. Although I haven't learned how to tame animals, but I don't bring a pet when I go out, I always feel like I'm missing something.

  Don't play stupid, don't play like a beast.

  I know you can understand. "

  Frostpaw tilted his head and looked angrily at the despicable pirate in front of him. It wanted to pounce on and bite Black's neck now, but it couldn't.

   It is weak.

  The power after death does not depend on the eruption of flesh and blood.

  It doesn't know what it can do without being taught, let alone fighting a pirate with the power to hunt spirits.

  Under Black's coercion, the poor ghost wolf turned his head and glanced at the mourning left by his master, lowered his head, and let out a whimper, while the pirate laughed like a great villain.

   He stretched out his hand and stroked the body of the soul with both claws.

From the character card, he mobilized the death force from the soul stealer, and "threw" it on the ghost wolf in front of him. The black light was sprinkled on the soul body, making the frost claw between the virtual and the real. The body in between quickly solidified.

   It was like having a body again.

   But he still couldn't get rid of that ghostly illusion.

   "I ask you, are you going to be my pet? Will you serve me as you did Orgrim?"

  Black asked seriously.

  Frostpaw felt the stronger body, and it stared into Black's eyes, as if to emphasize to him that the pirates should not forget the last agreement between him and Orgrim.

   Finally, it bowed its proud head in front of Black.

  The character card in front of the pirates changes rapidly, and there is another pet column on the first page, which is placed under the Ranger skill column. Click on the fold to see the pet information:

  Name: Frost Claw

  Status: Ghost Body. Anima Weak

   Loyalty: Defiance

   Mood: Depressed

  Level: Level 60 Beast/Level 1 Soul Beast

Skill:

  Soul Hunt, Cunning Heart, Lightning Reflex, Ghost Walk, Soul Shock, Soul Devour, Howl of Terror

   "Daddy Hunter's pet is indeed more advanced than Warlock's tool demon."

  The pirate grinned, stroked the untamed Frostpaw's soul mane, and said with a wide-eyed smile:

   "You guys actually still have hidden occupations and data such as mood happiness, but Warlock's demon pets don't have any, it's amazing, it really is the best hunter in the world.

   Okay, don't feel bad.

   Orgrim's death like this is a relief for him.

  Oh, don't bite me, I'm not cursing him.

  You must know that his original method of death was very desolate, and I at least gave him dignity. "

  Black stood up, took out the hurricane hunting bow from the magic bag, put a snake quiver behind him, and waved the bow in his hand.

   Like when the hunter summoned his pet, he blew a loud whistle and said to Frostpaw beside him:

   "Go for a walk, find some prey for you to replenish your body, and feed you more soul, you will be happy, right? It's really good to support you, you."

   As he spoke, he took Frostpaw along the way down the mountain from the side peak, all the way to the battlefield.

  The pirate looked at Frostpaw, who was running after him. Although this beast was still in a state that was difficult to tame, the feeling of being hunted by a beast was really good.

   Nathanos was right.

   Every hunter should not be alone, every hunter should have his own beast companion.

   They are the best pioneers of war and the best lonely companions.

   As for his mode of taming Frostclaw, it is definitely not a normal animal taming technique, but the pirates don't care anymore, anyway, he is now a hunter with a baby.

   No matter how he got it.

  Enjoy first, the thrill of hunting beasts.

Oh, right.

   Don't forget to release the old bone, this eagle can increase the vision.

  Look at yourself now, there are eagles, lackeys, and a pig, isn't this a copy of Azeroth's "Batman"?

   Well, speaking of Batman.

   Everyone is a person walking in the shadows, do you need some of your own style? —

   "Go! Go!"

   At this time, on the battlefield of the Burning Steppes, Nathanos was retreating with a compatriot behind his back.

   He and his squad of rangers had just encountered a despicable ambush, and those **** greenskins deliberately left badly wounded Alliance soldiers on the side of the road to lure them into taking the bait.

   As the Ranger Squad approached, a group of Bloodring Orcs wielding hunting sticks suddenly rushed out and massacred them.

   Elven Ranger is not so easy to deal with.

   But it will be in chaos, they are at a disadvantage in numbers, they can't find support at all, and they are defeated by blood ring hunters that are several times their own.

   Who would have thought that, in the case of the great rout of the tribe, there are still orcs who would dare to take the initiative to ambush the alliance army?

   "Put me down, you won't go far with me."

   The female elf carried by Nathanos would be seriously injured. The enchanted armor on her body was torn apart by the blood ring hunters with hunting clubs. The worst thing was that the female elf was shot by a poisoned arrow.

   An arrow that was obviously poisoned was stuck behind her back, piercing the plate armor and piercing the flesh, making her cheeks extremely pale.

   But it is reasonable to say that if you were poisoned by the blood ring orcs, you should have been poisoned long ago.

   But this female elf is still holding on. Although she is weak, it seems that she can hold on for a while.

   "He's chasing after him, he's coming soon, let me down."

The    female elf was moved by the human ranger helping her, but she didn't want to implicate this warrior, the powerful stalker behind her was obviously chasing after her.

   also blamed himself for being too high-profile.

   "Shut up! Fenna Golden Sword!"

   Nathanos ran with her on his back, and threw traps under his feet swiftly. It could be seen that he was not running away in a hurry, but wanted to lead the hunter behind him into a trap.

   "You! How did you know my name?"

   Fenna, who was seriously injured, was stunned for a moment, and she asked:

   "How come so many people know my name recently?"

   "Of course I know, you are Black's sister, a rare warrior among elves. It's so easy to recognize, I didn't expect to be able to meet you after just chasing a group of orcs."

  Marris whistled, summoned his loyal hound to Desolation, and gave the order to the fierce Gilnean Royal Hound:

   "Desolate, go! Find allies! We have people nearby, bring people to help, there is a big guy behind!"

   "Wang, Wang"

  The loyal Desolate immediately accepted the order. Instead of fighting back and entanglement with the powerful opponent, the four claws quickly ran in the direction indicated by the master.

   A qualified pet always knows what to do to best help its owner.

   "You are, Blake Shaw's friend?"

  Fina heard Nathanos' answer, and suddenly remembered the "illegitimate younger brother" she had driven away a few days ago with a vicious voice, which would bring a sense of guilt to her weakness.

   She shoved Nathanos, who was carrying her, out of the way.

   He drew his dagger from his waist again, stood on the spot panting, and shouted to Maris:

   "Hurry up! That orc legend is old, but it's not something we can deal with. Go to him and tell him, I apologize for the unhappy breakup last time.

  If I survive, I will definitely apologize in person.

   Hurry up! "

   "Is it time to be tough? Bastards!"

  Nathanos saw that Fenna didn't play cards according to the routine, and hurriedly cursed:

   "You Proudmoores are a bunch of stubborn donkeys! Come here quickly, Deadeye is about to catch up. Huh? Wait, what is that?

   Am I dazzled? "

   (end of this chapter)