Azeroth Shadow Trail

   Chapter 961 57. Lord Odin, you don't want to prostitute for free - apology plus change [23]

   Odin is the most combative of the Titan guardians, and his character is also a full-fledged warrior. He invited a group of warriors to come to the Hall of Valor, without any greetings, and went straight to the theme.

   This kind of crisp style makes people appreciate.

   But this imperative tone made Blake Xiao, who was watching, shaking his head.

   This guy is probably used to being a **** and is not down to earth at all, or he is just like that, no wonder Hela can't stand him.

  Look, the soldiers below can't take it anymore?

  When they saw Odin's two warriors entering the war hall and ready to fight, all the warriors suddenly had different expressions. Except for Grom Hellscream, the war madman, who looked at the two opponents with interest, everyone else's expressions were a little indifferent.

   "Dear Lord of War, do you want us to perform a gladiatorial fight for you?"

  The Great Chief of the Gaoling Clan, Ulan Gaoling, said in a dissatisfied tone:

   "Perhaps you're looking for gladiators to watch and entertain, not a group of warriors who come to prove themselves and bring glory to their race."

   "That tauren is right!"

  The dwarf prince Muradin also said in a dissatisfied tone:

   "Whether your Heroic Spirits recognize us as their business!

   Since you invited us over, it means you know our strength. Are we going to fight your warriors like monkeys now to prove ourselves?

Do not! "

   The dwarf akimbo, blowing his beard and staring, said:

   "I don't feel like I need to prove myself to anyone."

"well said."

  Daelin gave Muradin an admiring look, he raised his head, looked at the King of War, and said:

   "I know some vrykul traditions, your kinsmen regard fighting each other as a way to please you, but unfortunately, Lord of War, we are not vrykul.

   We don't have that savage tradition of proving strength. "

   Several orcs were also unmoved.

  The old orc Brox folded his arms and said in a calm tone:

   "We have suffered the humiliation and disaster of being dominated. Now, the orcs will only fight for themselves and their people."

   "Even the green skin understands the truth, and our elves also understand it very well."

   Ser Salorian stretched out his hand to let Fina beside him calm down, he said in a polite tone:

   "We can fight, but not for some ridiculous proof, and if your Heroic Spirits don't want to obey us, we won't force it.

   On the way, I heard that the shield maidens of the Skald Ithil tribe had smashed into **** with mortal bodies.

  I think, even if there is no heroic spirit to accompany us, the warriors who are invited can enter the **** on their own.

  Since you claim that this is a test of strength, then I think it may be more in line with the meaning of the test to accomplish such a great deed with the body of a mortal. "

   "We're going to hell!"

  Finner said with a displeased expression:

   "Whether your heroic spirits dare to follow them is their business, isn't it just hell, who are they to scare. If your heroic spirits are really powerful, why bother to come to us?

   Who cares about their help. "

   These words caused an uproar in the entire hall of war, and under the throne of Odin, four heroic spirits transformed into the greatest kings in the history of the vrykul roared in unison.

   They see the words of these mortal warriors as a desecration of Odin's majesty, a challenge to the sacred traditions of the vrykul!

   is too arrogant.

  The four king heroic spirits grabbed the weapons in their hands and looked at their gods. As long as Odin gave an order, they were willing to punish these arrogant mortals in this sacred hall.

   But Odin did not immediately make a statement.

   Under his throne, Heimdall, the gatekeeper, was also exchanging glances with the Valkyrie Commander, El, beside him, and both Odin generals had helplessness in their eyes.

   They and Thoradin the Great had persuaded the King of War not to engage in these ceremonial things.

  These warriors come from different civilizations, and their living habits and customs are different. There is no need to test them with the vrykul.

  Since the content of the trial has been set, just send them directly to the Underworld to fight. As for commanding the Heroic Spirits, Queen Eddyhill can do it.

   She had previously commanded the shield girls to rush into hell.

   She is very experienced in this area.

   It's just that Odin has always been a very "ceremonial" person.

The Lord of War also wanted to use this great deed to inspire the Valkyries and all vrykul who believe in him, it is useful to have a hearty battle to boost morale before going to war with evil method.

   His arrangement is not without reason.

  It's just that he chose the wrong object.

   "If a group of greedy adventurers are here today, fighting for wealth and fame, then your arrangement is perfect, and they will definitely be happy to give you a 'gladiator show'.

   But today's visitors are all people with identities in their respective racial civilizations, and they all have their own warrior dignity, and it is impossible for them to agree to such unreasonable demands.

   And there is something wrong with your words. "

  Blake, the spectator, will wear a mysterious black robe, cover himself from head to tail, and put a bluffing golden magic mask on himself.

  The mask was shaped like a golden lion's visor, and the eyes were filled with purple smoke like purple smoke, and he couldn't see the eyes at all.

   In a complaining tone, he suggested to the king of war sitting on the throne:

   "From my experience, if you really want to see a gladiator fight, it's not impossible, these guys talk loud and sound, but they actually have their own plans in their hearts.

   They all have their own price tag, as long as you can satisfy their cravings, let alone have them fight your warriors, you can just ask them to fight each other now. "

"Um?"

  Odin leaned on the throne, a smile appeared on his metal face, his beard like burning iron **** swayed, and he asked in the voice of the soul:

   "Tell me in detail."

"Very simple."

  Black also laughed. He stood on the edge of the second floor of the war hall, hiding in the shadows and watching the soldiers below.

He says:

   "Daelin Proudmoore longed for a way to restore the strength of the Kul Tiras fleet, and Muradin Bronzebeard was a dwarf who was always interested in their sacred and forgotten mission.

  Gene Greymane came to Valhalla to save his country and eliminate the scourge of werewolves. His lord hopes to return to his human life.

   Fina Jinjian is pure, what she longs for is strength and power.

   But she has Tyr power in her body, but she can't use it well. The Salorian Dawnseeker is here for the glory of the elf, and all it takes is a great psalm to sing the world to satisfy him.

  The Saurfang brothers came for the future of the orcs.

   They may already know what happened in the world of Draenor, they know that their master has fallen into a numb corruption for the fiend, and they can give everything for that answer.

  The Fireblade Juggernauts are in order to rebuild the Fireblade's heritage, and they urgently need to wash away the shame of the Fireblade clan's help and defeat.

   As for the tauren.

  They are also pure, as long as you can give Cairne Bloodhoof the power to protect his homeland, he will not only kill Hela for you, but also fight to the end of the stars for you.

The descendants of   Huon Highmountain have been trapped in the glory of their ancestors, and they also want to shape their own legends.

   And finally Grom Hellscream.

   He is the craziest, he is the most combative, he is the simplest, and he is also the most complicated.

   If you think that he came to Valhalla just to satisfy the desire to fight, then you are a little underestimated.

   Chief Warsong has many sins in his heart that he cannot forget and unsolve.

   He knew better than anyone how terrifying the crime he had committed. As the first orc chieftain to drink the blood of demons, he was the leader who led the entire orc civilization into the abyss.

  He paralyzed himself with war, looking for redemption between life and death.

   He is very similar to one of my gladiators. They are all warriors who have lost faith and direction, like drowning people who fall into the water. What they need is not praise, not glory.

   is a hope for repayment of sin. "

  Black said a long list, including everyone below, he paused, and summed up to Odin, who was listening attentively:

   "This is actually a very simple truth, Your Majesty, if you want people to work for you, you have to give some favors, right? I can understand you want to use a battle to boost morale.

   But your tone is really unacceptable to today's young people.

   Let’s do it another way.

   Change the 'glory', 'great' and 'glory' in your words to these actual interests, I guarantee that each of them can explode 200% destructive power in the next battle.

   Or, Lord Odin, you wouldn't want to spend the power of these warriors for free, would you? "

   Facing the questioning of the pirates, the King of War was silent for a few seconds, and he said:

   "Isn't it the best reward for warriors to become a legend passed down by the world, to be a warrior recognized by the king of war, and to return to your hometown with the glory of Valhalla?"

   This answer shocked Blake for a while.

   He said quietly:

   "You really think so? You are really a villain! Now is no longer the age of mythology, and no one will give everything for glory or something.

   Except for those Paladins whose brains were burnt out by the Holy Light.

   There may be such pure warriors, but these people in front of you are obviously not among them. As you can see, they need a reason to fight other than 'justice', otherwise they'll just be a mess.

  The Shield of Aggramar is indeed very fragrant, but after all, there is only one thing, and everyone has something to desire.

   Therefore, please give them a reason to fight as the Lord of War, the leader of the Titan Guardians, the **** of the vrykul, and the defender of the world.

   After all, what they want, you have it here. "

   "What about you? Blake Shaw."

   Odin asked:

   "You have done your best to perfect this trial and help me make plans. What do you want from me?"

   "When I see Hela being driven back to the Maw in a woeful manner, so that my journey on the sea will be trouble-free, this is the best reward I can get, my majesty."

  Black said sincerely:

   "Other than that, I will get everything I want."

   "You're using me."

   Odin said in a firm tone:

   "You are taking advantage of this trial of power that I have held, even though I don't know what you want to achieve. Do you know my brother, Loken, Lord of Wisdom, who betrayed me?

  You look a lot like him, Blake.

   He also used your tone when he persuaded me to make some decisions, letting me see all the good points, but being careful to hide the bad ones and my own little thoughts. "

   "Don't compare me to that **** who cuckolded his brother, surrendered to the ancient gods, and killed another of his brothers with his own hands, Your Majesty."

  Black said righteously:

   "It makes me think you're humiliating me."

   "Hehe, I'm complimenting you, from the bottom of my heart."

   Odin let out a deep laugh and said:

   "After Loken's betrayal, I have been lacking a competent think tank, Black Shaw, Hela's conqueror, hell-breaker, your wisdom is so deep, are you willing to serve me?"

   "I charge a lot, Your Majesty."

  The stinky pirate replied modestly:

   "I don't think you might be able to pay a thinker like me unless you're willing to give up the magnificent Valarjar fortress, but this thing is your lifeblood, and I'm embarrassed to rob a widowed old man's last home.

   But I also provide consulting services.

   For now, our interests are aligned, so I'll have my dark wisdom on hand when you need it.

   But now, your guests will have to wait, Your Majesty. "

   Odin nodded.

   The next moment, in the dead war hall, the King of War Huo Ran got up, raised his left hand, and raised the segmented fiery red cloak behind him.

   Streams of light flew out from Odin's hands and displayed in front of everyone.

   Odin's low voice echoed in this splendid hall, his one eye made of gems swept over the people in front of him, and said:

   "The weakening of the fleet, the mission of the ancestors, the curse of the werewolf, the glory of the elves, the hidden danger of the blood, the threat of the barbarians, the shadow of the ancestors, the rise of the clan, and the liberation of the soul and the redemption of the soul

  My guests, each of you is seriously ill.

  You all came to Valhalla to join the war I promised, all to find what your heart desires. Maybe I didn't make it clear before, after all I think these are things that need not be said.

   But now, I understand what you have in mind.

   I will make a promise to you.

  When you return victoriously, all the desires in your hearts will be satisfied. If you die in battle, you will have a place in the Hall of Valor! "

   Having said that, Odin noticed a slight change in the expressions of these warriors.

   He suddenly changed his words and said:

   "But to send you to hell, a dangerous place where the gods frown, I must confirm that you have the strength to stand there.

   This is not a forced performance, but a .

   Well, proper care.

  Only after defeating Heimdall and El can I safely send you to that Jedi, so I ask again, using a mortal and heroic spirit as a warm-up for the trial.

   Does anyone have any objections? "

  All warriors, look at me, I look at you. In the silence, Cairne Bloodhoof took the first step, and the old cow grabbed the rune spear and responded loudly:

   "For my people, for the future of Bloodhoof, I will fight, Your Majesty!"

   Several orcs looked at each other and took out their weapons.

   As for Fenna, she looked strangely at the shadow area on the edge of the second floor of the War Hall, where a strange guy was standing there, hidden among a pile of sculptures, looking down condescendingly.

   also wears a strange mask.

No way.

  Smelly brother is also here?

Isn't    Valhalla only allow warriors to come?

  Black noticed Fenna's gaze, he pouted, stepped back into the shadows, and before leaving, raised his hand and made a gesture to Fenna, meaning:

  I will support you secretly, come on!

   "Hey, who needs your support!"

   Fenna cursed in her heart, and angrily pulled out the two knives behind her.

  She wants to win!

   Even if you lose in the end, you must be upright like a warrior.

  The dark box operation or something, but the most annoying!

   (end of this chapter)