Azeroth Shadow Trail

   Chapter 960 56. Look, Ying (Yan) Ling (King) Hall! - apology plus update [13]

  Black did not take the Rainbow Bridge to reach the Hall of Valhalla.

   Because Odin is a hopelessly old-fashioned.

   He believes that only great fighters are qualified to walk on the Rainbow Bridge. Black this guy has nothing to do with fighters in terms of strength or style.

  So, Odin sent his old acquaintance Queen Eddyhill to pick him up.

  Because he didn't go through the "staff channel", Blake arrived at the Sky Fortress a little later than the "competitors".

   When he was held by Queen Eddyhill and looked down from the clouds, those warriors were advancing towards the interior of the Sky Fortress under the leadership of Heimdall.

   There were also some thunder cast heroic spirits standing around, probably because this group of mortal warriors who were allowed to enter the warrior temple had a little "small friction" with each other, which caused the heroic spirits to confiscate their weapons.

   To avoid any bloodshed before the audience with Odin.

   But the heroic spirits obviously underestimated the "hot blood" of the mortal warriors. At least Blake could clearly see that Daelin had a fist mark on his face, and the old orc's hair was disheveled, and Varok's armor also had traces of claws pulling.

   Muradin was the worst.

   The precious beard he regarded as life had been ripped off a small piece.

   Apparently, after the weapons were all confiscated, these guys took the opportunity to greet each other with their fists.

   "Tsk tsk, it's really lively."

   Black, who was cruising high in the sky, laughed and said:

   "Once these **** are let go, they can beat each other's brains out, I'd like to see how Odin can make them twist into a rope.

  Speaking of which, Her Majesty, why haven't you seen Heya? "

   he asked.

   Queen Eddie Hill, wearing a half-covered lightning wing helmet, replied casually:

   "Heya has already come. She is receiving the storm blessing from the rune wizard in the side hall."

"what?"

  Blake widened his eyes and said:

   "Is it such an upright cheating? As expected of my own."

   "What nonsense!"

  The queen clenched the pirate's waist with hard arms, and she reprimanded:

   "Because Heya had no deputy, chose to fight alone, and represented the vrykul of Stormheim, so at our request, the Lord of War gave her extra power.

   But that's not cheating, because sooner or later those powers Heya have to master.

   She led the shield girls into hell, planting the banner of courage on Hela's territory has spread throughout Stormheim, and even those shameful Tide Scorners praised Heya's courage.

   She was about to usher in her own promotion.

   However, Hya felt that she could complete the trial in a mortal body, so the wizards gave her the storm blessing first, and the shaping of the Val'kyr's body would wait until later. "

   "Is there such a saying?"

   Black rubbed his chin and said:

   "Grom Hellscream also came alone, does he also have additional strength enhancements?"

"No, he did not."

   Queen Eddyhill said with a cold face:

   "Judging from his previous performance, he doesn't need it either. After you left the Runewood, that reckless and powerful orc almost cut off the body of the Rune Tree Vidhar.

   He rejected the enhancement of the King of War and is now enjoying the battle in the Heroic Spirit Arena.

   Odin liked him very much. "

   "Yeah, one warmonger always looks at another warmonger."

   Black pouted and said:

"Apart from the shameful slaughter Grom did in the world of Draenor, he is indeed a paragon of warriors, but considering that this guy did not burn and loot in Azeroth, Odin favored him. Excusable."

   "No, the Lord of War is well aware of the blood on that orc's hands, and he is well aware of the horrific sins that Grom bears. He is the first fall of a race.

   He had a hard time finding true glory in his life. "

   Eddie Hill explained in a low voice:

   "Odin thinks that he can undertake a more important mission. After he has completed the reckoning of his sins, he is qualified to really set foot in the Hall of Valor."

   "Well, it seems that our dear Marronos finally can't escape the headshot, but is this an appointment?"

   The stinky pirate smiled strangely, and he said to Queen Eddyhill:

   "Take me directly to the war hall, I don't want them to see my appearance, I have to 'put on makeup' first."

   "There are so many demands."

  The queen complained, and took Blake to a direction in the air, flying towards the war hall of the Hall of Valor suspended above the clouds.

  Below him, the invited warriors were walking into the mead hall of Valhalla.

   They walked on broad avenues paved with golden floor tiles.

   Every brick under their feet contains divine power, and on both sides of the aisle, the golden brazier burns with blue soul fire, representing this sanctuary and extraordinary people can step on.

  Ser Salorian, who is very literary and artistic, looked at everything in front of him with a sigh of admiration. As he walked, he took out his handbook and wrote down the scenery of the sky fortress in front of him.

   Those grand and delicate golden statues of Valkyrie that revealed a triumphal atmosphere made him amazed.

   The main body of Valhalla is a religious-style sanctuary composed of flying wings, domes, and sharp blades, which makes the elven swordsman feel a magnificent beauty that is different from the ordinary.

   Everything here is golden.

   looks like a luxurious temple made of gold, but this golden decoration is not tacky.

   In addition, the sky above the fortress was shrouded in a streamer like a fiery cloud, making the soldiers seem to be walking in a fairy tale.

   "I can't describe it in words."

  Ser Salorian looked at the words he tried to describe with some loss, and he said:

   "These records are difficult to restore one ten thousandth of the magnificence that I have seen, and no one will believe such a story. It is difficult for those who have not seen it with their own eyes to imagine that there is such a heavenly landscape in this world.

   Maybe I should bring Halduron here.

   With his excellent talent as a bard, he will surely be able to write an immortal poem on the spot that will be sung for thousands of years. "

   "Hey, here you go!"

  Fina heard the sighs of her own people, she took out a dwarf mechanical camera from her pocket, put it into Ser Salorian's hand, and said:

   "Photos cannot be altered, so this cannot be fake.

  Your text is accompanied by a photo, and no one will dare to say that you are dreaming. Seriously, I think all of us bards should buy a camera and carry around.

   Times have changed after all. "

   "That's right."

  Sir Elf gave a hearty smile, and he was not polite. He picked up the camera supported by Fenna and began to take pictures.

  Although the scenery of Valhalla on the photos always feels a little less immersive, but with the evidence of these photos, his Codex diary finally has credibility.

   But the warriors are a group of reckless and rude guys. Except for the alien Sir Salorian, the attention of the other warriors is on those huge thundercast heroic spirits.

   These guys still maintain their appearances before they were alive. They are all like giants. They have steel bodies cast by lightning and the brilliance of war power, which makes each of them one-hundred in the mortal world.

   The most exaggerated thing is that every heroic spirit here is carefully selected by Odin in a long time, and each of them is a famous hero among the vrykul.

   Pick one at random, and they all have great achievements in one way or another.

   From this point of view, Odin is really a hopelessly heavy "figure king", and now, his "collection desire" has spread from the vrykul to all races in Azeroth.

   This means that Odin's collection will inevitably usher in a big explosion in the future.

  Heimdall, who led their way, was one of the true Guardians of the Titans. He was much larger, wearing mighty thunderforged armor and a storm sword that shook the ground with every step he took.

   This is a real giant.

   He also exudes a sense of strength that is inhuman, but majestic.

  Fina noticed that Heimdall had a pale keel horn hanging from his waist. She remembered that the stinky brother had introduced her to it. It was the "Galar" horn.

According to the legend of the vrykul, when the terrible Ragnarok falls, Heimdall, the gatekeeper of heaven, will sound the horn of Galar, awakening the warriors of the entire Valhalla and all the storm dragons to resist the destruction of the world. disaster.

  The real Galarhorn is not so scary.

   But also only at important moments, the mighty Heimdall will blow it.

   "Cross the mead hall and step onto the Rainbow Bridge, the Lord of War is waiting for you in the hall, don't keep him waiting."

  Heimdallr stood outside the door of the mead hall. He turned to say something to the warriors, and disappeared in the radiance of the runes. This stereotyped guy definitely doesn't want to have fun at work, and the crowd in the mead hall seems to be having a banquet?

   Dai Lin rubbed her chin and walked into the hall first.

   I saw a group of heroic spirits sitting on the long table eating and drinking. The meat in their hands will never be eaten, and the wine in their cups will never run out.

   They indulge like real warriors, and some wrestle their arms on the table.

   These mortal warriors are ignored.

   It’s not that they can’t see.

   But these arrogant heroic spirits disdain to talk to these warriors who have not proven themselves. The Hall of Valor is a warrior temple, and there is a set of rules here.

   Earning respect is easy, but hard.

   "Your Majesty Dai Lin!"

   When Dai Lin passed through the mead hall, a low call caught his attention. He looked back and saw a small human heroic spirit sitting at the table, raising the horn cup in his hand to him.

   That guy also has a body made of lightning, but he still maintains the shape of a human.

   He winked at Dai Lin and said:

   "We are all expecting you and His Majesty Genn to beat up these **** greenskins, and His Majesty Thoradin has blocked his shield, and we are sure that you will not let us down.

  Also, after the trial is over, Emperor Thoradin has something to tell you, and then I will take the initiative to find you. "

   Dai Lin was stunned for a moment.

   then nodded, strode up to the shining rainbow bridge in front of him, turned into a streamer and rushed towards the war hall suspended in the clouds higher in the mead hall.

   And Varok Saurfang in the back looked suspiciously at the human heroic spirit who was talking to Daelin just now. He felt that this guy's face was a bit familiar.

   "Look at what! Green skin."

  The human hero noticed Varok's gaze, and he said viciously to the orc warlord:

   "Don't know me? Let me remind you, Burning Steppes"

   "Ah, I remember you."

   Warlock Warlock snorted and said:

   "You are the guy who killed several orcs with his teeth. You finally challenged me recklessly and was hacked to death by me with an axe."

   "Waiting for you to finish the trial"

  The human hero gulps down the mead from the cup, stroked the battle axe on his waist, and said to Varok:

   "I'm going to fight you again!"

   "Ten more games will do."

   The orc shrugged and said:

   "I admire warriors and never fear challenges."

   After finishing speaking, he and his brother stepped onto the Rainbow Bridge and disappeared as a streamer.

  Fina stepped forward and looked at the human heroic spirit, and then looked around, she asked in a low voice:

   "Hey, let me ask you something, how come there are no elves here?"

   "Yes, yes, why are there no dwarf heroic spirits?"

  Muradin also came over and asked:

   "Our dwarves are also very powerful."

   "Because elves and dwarves are not under our control."

  The human hero said helplessly:

   "No matter what ethnicity the elves are, as long as they believe in the Moon God, they will return to the kingdom of Elune after death, and those elves who have abandoned the Moon God will go to the Shadow Realm.

   As for the dwarves”

   He hesitated, and said to Muradin:

   "I can't reveal too much, but the dwarves also have their own places, no worse than the Hall of Valor, so you can rest assured, Prince Muradin. Maybe you will know the secret soon."

   The small hero pointed to the sky and said mysteriously:

   "That is the secret of the gods."

   "So, do we dwarves really have some kind of sacred mission?"

  Muradin asked with wide eyes.

   The human hero wanted to answer, but was bumped on the arm by the vrykul next to him. He smiled regretfully and shook his head at Muradin. But it doesn't matter, this action has proved the dwarf's guess.

   This refreshed Muradin.

  He stepped onto the Rainbow Bridge with a happy mood, and disappeared as a streamer.

   The last two tauren did not ask such a question. The tauren all believe in Mother Earth, they are considered shamans, and their souls will return to the land of their ancestors, and they will definitely not come to Valhalla after death.

   In the war hall, Odin was sitting on his throne that seemed to be burning and streaming.

   He didn't care about the grudges and hatreds between them.

  As the guardian of the Titans, his eyes have long been so high that he will not be concerned by the mortal world.

  These deeply buried hatreds, the past they claim to be unforgettable, are not worth mentioning in the face of what really matters.

   "You are the most powerful warriors in Azeroth, you have made great achievements in battle, left your stories in this world, and created your legends.

   let me hear it too.

  I personally inspect you and invite you personally. I know that my efforts will be rewarded, and you will also leave your traces in the land of the gods. "

  Odin wasted no time either, his magnificent voice echoed in this golden sanctuary.

He says:

   "I call you here to elect the most powerful warriors in this world to prepare for the disaster to come. And the trial I choose for you is not here.

   Hell!

  The **** ruled by the evil sea witch is full of souls who can't be freed. If you don't save them, then they will face a future more terrible than death.

  You will take my will and lead my legion to the real hell.

   Challenge Hela in the dark land of the dead and win! The final winner will receive the supreme commendation from Valarjar.

   However, my Heroic Spirits are still questioning you.

   Each of them has a laudable achievement, and it is not easy for them to accept your commander willingly. "

  The King of War gave a deep laugh and said:

   "You must show your power to the Heroic Spirits, and you must prove to them that I made the right choice to give you this chance to win supreme glory.

   Therefore, let your power roar through Valhalla before going to Hell to fight Hela. Gatekeeper Heimdall and Guardian El, you will start the trial of power.

   Now, get ready to fight! "

   (end of this chapter)