Azeroth Shadow Trail

   Chapter 921 18. Is this your attitude to beg for help?

   "Tear it"

  Black tore a page from the ticket book of the Nagfar, which had not been used for a long time, and put it into the hands of the weak Narmus. He said:

   "Write your name, there is one less stinky hunter on my boat, I think you are good."

   "No need."

Leaning on the eagle's spear, Narmus Gaoling shook his head weakly. He felt the call of his soul's destination from the ferry ticket in front of him. He knew that as long as he wrote his name, he could end this kind of lonely soul wild. ghost life.

   But he chose to refuse.

   He stroked the dim eagle's claws in his hands and said with a smile:

   "This is enough, after death, I can go to hell, kill Gorm and Hela warriors with you and Heya, and turn **** upside down, this is enough for me to become a legend of the highest mountain.

   This is the best ending I can think of.

I'm tired.

   It's time for me to return to the ranks of my ancestors. "

   "Wow, you Gaoling cattle are really good at bragging. If I hadn't killed Gaomu myself, I would have believed it."

  Smelly Pirate quipped:

   "I thought this skill of bragging is unique to your soul walker Noir Horn, but I didn't expect you to.

  Huon Highmountain did well in the War of the Ancients back then, but he was hyped by your descendants, as if he alone could wipe out the Burning Legion. "

   "Where is this bragging?"

  Narmus shrugged and said:

   "It's just an artistic exaggeration, it's a matter of literature and art, a stinky pirate like you won't understand."

   "Speak seriously."

  The pirate laughed, his tone became serious, and he said:

"The world of shadows is not as beautiful as you think. Their judgment of good and evil is very strange. You may not be able to go to Blazing Blue Immortal to meet Huen, because of your complicated past, you may also be assigned to the promotion fortress. Or Ravendes go.

   You don't have to know what the names mean, you just need to know that it's not a good thing.

   Either go to my boat.

  Either.”

   "It doesn't matter, these are all what I deserve, good or bad, I'm not even afraid of death, I'm still afraid of these?"

  Narmus couldn't hold it any longer and sat down on the ground.

   He looked at the eagle's claws stuck on the ground in front of him, and said to Black:

  "I have one last thing to ask of you before I leave"

  “Shu”

   The outrageously large soul stone that bound Gorm's soul was thrown to Narmus, and Blake said without looking back:

   "Do your own business, it is you who ruined the glory of the eagle's claws, and now you make up for it with your own hands, this is fate, never entrust your own affairs to me.

   Hurry up.

   Didn't you see a big monster coming out of the ground? "

  Black reprimanded, causing Narmus Highling to curl his lips.

   This stinky pirate is really embarrassed to say that it was he who destroyed the sacred heritage of the High Mountains. He glanced at the eternal battlefield wrapped in mist, and it was exactly what Black said.

   A looming behemoth was already crawling out of the crack.

   The entire **** ground was shaking. Not only did the Hylagars not take the opportunity to attack, but they ran around in panic. Obviously, these Hela servants were also afraid of the monster that was about to appear.

  Kaolin cattle no longer hesitate.

   He grabbed the eagle's claws and stabbed into the soul stone under his feet fiercely. The bark belonging to Gorm lingered on this war spear, and the animal power of a demigod of death was reabsorbed by the hungry war spear.

   In the hands of Narmus, it is changing to take a new form.

   But this has nothing to do with stinky pirates.

  He will be surrounded by his three-headed war beasts, half-kneeling there, checking the sky's injuries.

very bad.

   is really bad.

  Gom's vicious helmet shattered the sky's spine, and most of the bones in its body had been shattered, unable to move at all, and because of the serious injury, its soul was also being pulled by the death breath of hell.

   There is only one breath left to hang his life.

   Not even a pirate's call with the Heart of the Beast could wake it.

   "This bird is going to die, you have to think of a way, stinky pirate, the Lord is anxious to see him beside him."

  Frostpaw hurried up and down beside Black.

   It is this self-proclaimed name that makes Black want to pump it twice, will he speak? I used to think that this stinky wolf was very disobedient, but now that I can understand what it says, I find it more and more annoying.

How did    Orgrim endure it?

   "Me too."

   The scarred Big Horn squatted beside Blake and said something in a loud voice.

you.

   Can't you say something else?

   It's the same sentence back and forth, and you can read minds with Frostpaw, right? Say what you want to say every time? And what's the matter with you calling yourself?

   Are the bears of Northrend calling themselves so?

its not right.

  Tur Ragepaw also calls himself "I".

   You smell like a big ballast, are you a Northeast bear?

  Ning is Xiong Da?

   "The sky needs to be healed, maybe you can find De I mean, those strange elves!"

   The black-feathered falcon crouching on the shoulders of the pirates also talked a lot.

   Miss Hisaly Black Crow relied on Blake to have the heart of the beast and could listen to the heart of the beast. She couldn't tell who she was speaking, so she was extraordinarily active.

   While running the beak along the feather, he suggested:

   "Maybe it's okay to ask pastors."

Hello!

  Miss Black Crow, do you want me to remind you? Beasts don't speak so methodically, as you can see from Frostpaw's unidentifiable speech.

   You are so smart that you will be discovered by some stinky pirate.

   Of course, the rant is the rant, and Blake still cares about it. He stuffed a few healing stones into the mouth of the comatose sky and said to the worried war beasts:

   "I have an idea to save the sky, but it must go back to Tol Barad first. Bighorn, you carry the sky on your back and leave the **** first, Frostpaw and Swift Shadow **** the bighorn.

  You wait for me outside, and ask Queen Eddyhill to stabilize the soul of the sky and not leave the body.

  I'll be there later. "

   "But what if the woman doesn't help?"

  Frostpaw cried out:

   "Master doesn't have your eloquence, so she can't persuade her. And she's too stupid, so she probably doesn't understand what Master said."

   "She'll help."

   The smelly pirate waved his hand and slapped Frostpaw on the head, scolding:

   "Change your **** mouth fetish for me! I'll beat you up again if I hear you speak so rudely. Get out of here."

  Blake raised the sky, placed it behind the wide horn, fixed its broken spine with a few ropes and wood, and watched the three war beasts protect the sky and ran to the entrance of hell.

   He was both worried and complaining.

   I am worried about the situation in the sky, and I complain that these war beasts are really active, and I don't know how Rexxar usually talks to his beasts.

   That sullen gourd temper, it is estimated that his several war beasts can be depressed to death.

   But maybe it’s the other extreme. Although Rexxar usually looks like a patient with severe social anxiety disorder, he may have a good chat with the war beasts in private.

   He shook his head and put the thought aside.

  Black stood up and glanced at the Odin battle flag that had been rooted in the underworld. This thing had divine power, and unless Hela completely destroyed this piece of land, it could not be destroyed.

   Such a flag standing here is definitely ** Odin's extreme mockery of the rebellious daughter Hela, and even the output of riding the face is not enough to describe the seriousness of this humiliation.

   With Hela's unstable mentality, once she finds this thing, she will definitely blow up.

   "Not bad, I'll make a few flags like this in the future."

   Black nodded, and then looked back at the Supreme Shield Maiden who was sitting there resting. This guy was so big that he was as tall as Black sitting there.

   In front of Heya, the Valarjar war sword left behind by Vigfors Sword Wind was inserted into the muddy water, but in the face of this warrior's artifact, Heya did not reach out to touch it.

   "Why not take it?"

  Blake took out the jug and poured himself a sip of wine. After drinking, he recovered a third of his health and the recovery speed was significantly faster. It's not that the pirates' self-healing power is not strong enough

   It's really that his health bar is too long.

   The length of the blood bar will definitely make a group of 40 people who fall from the sky despair. This is definitely not a BOSS that can be pulled down by T, the milk is powerful, and the DPS can be suppressed by heroic pumping.

   is definitely a boss with a special mechanism, and the team that can't fight will definitely cry in front of the smelly pirate.

   In the face of his inquiry, Heya did not show the resistance and indifference she had before. Although she still hated stinky men like Black, the pirates killed Gaum, which proved his strength.

   She can disrespect the pirate's gender, but she must respect strength.

   She stared at the two war swords in front of her, and was silent for a moment, then said in a loud voice:

"I do not deserve."

"Um?"

   Black snorted in confusion and said:

   "You are also to blame for the death of Wigfors Daofeng, why don't you deserve it?"

   "It was Narmus who killed it, not me, it was the glory of the brave tauren, not mine."

  Heya's hands clasped the soil around her, she gritted her teeth and said:

   "All I get is shame. I'm not worthy of the title of Supreme Shield Girl. I've brought shame to my people. I'm not worthy of these two weapons, and I can't convince myself to hold them."

   "Strange idea."

  The pirates cannot understand this kind of brain circuit. No matter which race and values ​​​​are used to judge Heya's record today, it can be called a brilliant victory.

   As far as she personally planted Odin's battle flag on the eternal battlefield, she definitely has a place in Valhalla.

   But maybe this is the pride of genius.

   They always start with someone else’s end, and impose strict demands on themselves with harsh standards. Pirates never treat themselves that way.

   But the malice of the world is always against him.

  If you can, who doesn't want to comfortably defeat Dakar and get the Eagle Spear, and end the wild trial happily?

Ugh.

   The smelly pirate sighed melancholy.

   He walked towards the two swords in front of him. Heya didn't want them, but Blake didn't care. The two swords were just taken back and used to lure the fool Fina to do something she didn't want to do.

   That idiot would give everything for these two swords without frowning at all.

   Black thought so, and reached out to hold the two swords.

   Before he could check the attribute entry, a deep voice sounded in the pirate's ear, if there was anything, it felt like someone far away was talking.

   "Put them there."

"Um?"

   Black recognized this deep and majestic voice.

   He raised his head and glanced at the dark sky of hell, and said knowingly:

"Who is speaking?"

   "I, Odin, Lord of War."

   The voice reported to the house and said:

"Don't take my sword out of Hell, leave it there, it can be a great 'prize', but it takes those brave warriors to go to Hell, between the Wicked Witch and her mad servants Get it for yourself, under the rug.

   Leave it there.

  Blake Shaw, I can see your wonderful battle today. You have accomplished something that even the heroic spirits under my command cannot do with your mortal body.

   Your success is like a stimulant, and all Valarjar rejoices, you inspire the courage of my warriors, and you give them the strength to overcome their mighty enemies.

   This is a great feat, and I want to give you an invitation.

   At some point in the future, I will invite you into the Hall of Valor."

   "I haven't lived enough yet."

  The pirate immediately refused:

   "And I'm not a fighter either. Although it was possible to embark on this path at the beginning, I feel that it is difficult to be a good fighter with my style of acting.

   So I'm glad I didn't choose the way of anger in the first place. "

   "No no no."

   Odin corrected:

   "It's not the kind of invitation you understand, but a real invitation. A feast belonging to the warriors is about to start. As a feast I preside over, the audience needs to come.

   You are perfect, I will put them down! pirate! I said, leave them in hell! I have my own arrangements for this! "

   "What does your arrangement have to do with me?"

  Black picked up the two holy blades of rage in the muddy water and waved them in his hands to look at them. These two weapons were very heavy. At first glance, they were specially forged for warriors and were not suitable for assassins.

  The smelly pirate played a set of Jedi swordsmanship that was very elegant, but had zero practicality, looked up at the sky again, and said:

   "Also, this is your attitude when you ask for help? When the Titans shaped you, didn't they add a 'polite module' to you?"

"you"

  Odin was obviously very angry.

   But Blake still had fire in his heart, he said:

   "Don't think I don't know what your colleague invited Dai Lin and Fina to join your event. You're still not satisfied after watching the filial piety of the father, right? Do you want to watch another show of filial piety and respect for the father?

  You are enough.

  My family's affairs are not your good show, or I will join hands with Hela now and find a way to kill the Hall of Valor and give you a live performance? It also opened the eyes of the heroic spirits. "

   "It was just an accident, the force chose them, not me."

  Odin was a little embarrassed, and there was no way to continue his angry scolding. It was his fault, so he could only explain:

   "Don't worry, bold mortals, I won't deliberately provoke their contradictions"

   After a few seconds of silence, the King of War said softly:

   "'Please' you put your two swords there, okay?"

   "It's not impossible."

  The pirate snorted, rolled his eyes and said:

"Do me a favor."

   (end of this chapter)