Azeroth Shadow Trail

   Chapter 968 64. The grudge is over

"do not come!"

   Hela looked back and saw the old orc starting on the platform, the fire of anger ignited on the latter's body made the death demigod tremble.

   She screamed and pushed her tentacles to the shore.

  The dwarf prince Muradin and the grey wolf Jean rushed over from left to right. Amid the roar of the gods and the distant wolf howls, two heavy tentacles were blocked from the coast.

   They took the slap of their tentacles, plowing **** the shores of the platform.

   The admiral with the knife in his hand glanced at the old orc coldly. He raised his hands, and the two interlaced war knives clung to his heart. The tide wrapped him and walked ahead, and Brocks charged ahead.

   He rarely clears the way for a greenskin to charge.

   What a shame.

   Dai Lin said without looking back:

   "If you miss, Greenskin, without Hela, I will hack you to death myself!"

   "I don't think you have that chance, and I don't think I'll miss it."

  Brocks also replied casually.

   In front of him, Varok and Lantresor were fighting to the death in the waves of the sea of ​​​​the Nether. For him, all the warriors made the most correct choice around Brox at this moment.

   The heart of anger is in hand, the uncontrollable anger condenses into reality, and the battle axe in the old orc's hand wailes and melts again

   "Give breath to the poor axe and see what it's broken into!"

   Fina sighed, threw the box of hidden swords from her luggage, kicked it open with a slam, and pointed to Hela's Wrath in it.

Say:

   "I'll lend it to you, old guy, but you'll come back and teach me about Death Wish! Don't cheat me again this time."

   "I want an axe, I'm not used to this kind of sword."

  Blox spit out a sentence.

In the next moment, he sighed and grabbed the gloomy war sword, wrapped in the flames of anger that materialized, but the war sword that was wrapped in the flames of anger in the blink of an eye, seemed to melt as if melted under the stunned gaze of the orcs. is shaped into another shape.

  A keel-wrapped, embellished dragon head, a sharp and unparalleled beheading axe.

"Hahaha"

   The old orc laughed.

   Holding the Heart of Rage in his left hand, and holding the "Sky Battle Axe" in his right hand, he straightened his waist again, aiming at Hela's head in the red eyes of anger.

He says:

   "I have a beating heart of rage, I have a battle axe howling for freedom, I have a terrifying death as an opponent, and a reason to win

   It seems that today is my lucky day.

  I know, you are all tired of hearing it, but"

In the roar of the orc language, Brox, who pushed his death wish to the extreme, brought out the flame charge with satisfaction. At the end of the cleared coast, amid the screams of warriors and heroic spirits, through Kane ·The totem smashed by the blood hoof borrows power in the air.

   But the distance is still not enough.

   "I'm here to help!"

In Fenna's roar, the hemp elf was thrown by Kane twice in the same place like a cannonball. She came first, swinging a huge ash messenger in the air like golfing, letting the old orc in the sharp edge The secondary acceleration under the impact.

  Brocks also rarely radiated the excitement and blood of his youth. He roared and slammed down towards Hela.

   He even closed his eyes as he fell.

  Everything is under control, just like returning to the past.

   Foolproof!

   Use this axe to carve out a future for the desolate orc civilization!

   "Lok\'tarogar!!"

   In the loud noise of "Boom", a huge wave was set off in the sea of ​​​​underworld.

  The Queen of Hell, who is extremely happy and sad, also enjoys the treatment of a death wing, but it is obvious that in terms of anti-strike ability, Hela, as a spellcaster, is not as powerful as the World Destroyer.

   Her skull was chopped off by a second headshot, and she howled and fell on her back.

   With Hela's body shape, this fall is like a dark mountain in the sea collapsing, smashing into the dirty sea with a loud noise, causing huge waves.

   A large number of disgusting soul-eating squids were pushed ashore by the waves.

   These pale white "specialties of hell" tried to pounce on the nearest life, but they were trampled to death by the old cow.

   The blood of the demigod of death surged in the sea of ​​​​the underworld, and large swaths of water polluted the sea like ink, and the whimpering of giant beasts sounded under the sea.

  Those tentacles that extend to the sea are twitching nervously, like uncontrolled black giant snakes, they are rolling and whipping, representing the embarrassment and sadness of the owner's inability to control his limbs under extreme pain.

  The raging tide continued to wash the coast of the platform of death, and Varok rushed into the sea of ​​​​the underworld and carried his weak brother back from the sea.

  Brocks squeezed his life this time even more cruelly than when he was in Dalaran. He probably learned the lesson from the last fight against the World Destroyer, and the old orc was merciless this time.

   He squeezed himself to the point where there was only one last breath left, and the lethal blow with his life-burning death wish was also rewarded with brilliant results.

  The mighty Hela was defeated.

  Although there is still Grom Hellscream Jewel in front, it is indeed Brox who, with the help of other warriors, delivered the crushing blow.

  After repelling the World Destroyer, he defeated a demigod head-on.

   Even if there are indeed many bonuses from unexpected factors, this result is real.

   When Brocks was brought back, the old orc was still holding the Dragon Slaying Axe and the Heart of Rage tightly in his hands.

   Just need to make up an axe, you can harvest the life of this dangerous orc.

   But neither Daelin, who hated green skin, nor Jean in werewolf form, did not choose to do it.

   They just stood on the coast, watching Blox being taken back to the orcs, and being cured by Kane with herbs.

The existence of    hatred is real.

   Those past blood grievances between the two clans can only be repaid with blood. But since it's a test of strength, let's put the warrior's "professional ethics" first.

   In the face of a warrior who has done something great that they could not, everyone else should give the necessary respect.

  Even the moment they leave hell, the two sides will slash their weapons on each other, but at least for now, this respect is real. Nor do they respect Brox's orc identity.

   They just respect that power.

   "Something is floating up!"

The mane was full of blood, and Lord Darius, whose eye was injured in the chaotic battle with Hela just now, stood watching from the heights of the coastal shrine platform, and the "big bad wolf" shouted to the others. :

   "Get out of the way! Get out of the way, the sea washed it up."

   Under the reminder of Lord Crowley, the people on the coast retreated.

  The black and filthy waves quickly pushed the tumbling things on the sea floor to the shore. In the roaring vibration, a huge figure was like a stranded whale "climbing" little by little under the continuous push of the sea water.

  Hella!

   is Hella.

  The upper body of the Queen of Hell was deeply immersed in the filthy sands of the Underworld, her tentacles swaying around her soul, occasionally lifting and twitching and falling.

   And her filthy upper body was soaked with blood at this time, and those bad taste decorations were filled with the embarrassment and loss of the lost.

   But the winner is not much better.

   All the warriors are as embarrassed as they are. They didn't win easily. All the unique talents almost came up with the ability to press the bottom of the box, which is worthy of sending Hela to this point.

  In the past, the evil sea witch would definitely complain about why these mortals worked so hard for Odin, was that old one-eyed dragon good to them?

   How much would it cost them to be heroes?

   The vicious question of how much will their funeral cost.

   Actually, thinking about it carefully, His Majesty Hela used to be a little talker.

  Unfortunately, the fallen former guardian no longer has the energy to talk nonsense.

   Her massive vrykul head was slashed from the center of her forehead, and horrific fissures stretched between her eyes in blue, flesh-shattering erosion wounds.

   The lethal beheadings of the two orcs were precisely at the same position, and the frantic slashing made Hela's visor look like a vase on the verge of shattering, full of shattered scars.

   It can be seen that she is trying very hard to save her life.

   She has tried many methods in the underworld, but the power of death is still pulling away, like escaping from a leaking balloon, no matter how tight she is, it cannot stop the flow of vitality.

  As the **** of death, she has seen the arrival of the death of the black robe in a trance, and the invisible power of indifference has opened up a path for her to lead to the afterlife world.

   She is about to usher in the final curtain.

   Although this is by no means the end of Hela's story, she and her Nine Valkyries will be reborn in the Maw.

   But still the same sentence, death can take away failure, but it cannot take away shame.

   "You. These inferior creatures"

At the moment when the cursed life came to an end, Hela, who had been subjected to a failed "craniotomy", moved her eyes with difficulty, and looked at the warriors of all ethnic groups who looked at her on the coast and seemed to wait for her to breathe before cheering. them.

   At the last moment of this life journey, Hela chose to spread the malice in her heart to the lives in front of her.

   In a panting and unwilling voodoo tone, she said word by word:

   "You never. Never try to conquer death"

   Hate in her eyes.

   That is the viciousness of the inexorable pain after the aging of time, it is the stubborn revenge that is difficult to understand and difficult to recognize.

   This may be a pitiful person, but no one present can give her sympathy.

   "Whoosh"

  A ray of black streamer crossed the desolate shore and rushed to the mist above the sea of ​​​​Nether.

   It was a pair of jet-black wings flying, and the Styx River that had just pushed Hela out opened again, bypassing Odin and dropping the huge halberd that was inserted in the center of the Sea of ​​​​Darkness from the sky.

   That slender and swift figure plunged headlong into the Styx River, swimming down the river like a fish.

   That is the Valkyrie, the **** of nine warriors.

   Her speed was so fast that the people present could react, but no one could stop her from leaving.

And with the sound of another pair of wings flapping, at the end of Hela's life, when the mighty Queen of Hell will die on the shore as thirsty as a fish out of water, the guy she least wants to see It is flapping its wings in the fog and slowly falling.

  Blake Shaw is also very embarrassed.

Even if he was wearing a mighty Luna armor with a pair of cool blue-blue demon wings flapping, he couldn't hide his embarrassment. His wings had several holes, and they were even torn to pieces. .

   There are also several deep scars on the armor of Luna. After this battle, this armor needs to be repaired by a good blacksmith.

  The smelly pirate even had a stagger when landing.

   But as the dark green Watcher's cloak swayed, the neat row of death masks of the Nine Valkyries on his belt made the dying Hela's eyes widen.

   Six!

   There are only nine people in the Nine Martial Gods. Just now, the last surviving Anhilde escaped the **** and entered the maw. Eight died, and six died in the hands of the pirates.

   "I really ran out of cards, my majesty."

  The pirate stood in front of the Queen of Hell, in front of his former boss, and said to Hela, who was half-buried in the beach in front of him, with the sound of a weak villain:

   "I have tried all the methods except embracing death, what a pity, I still can't completely defeat your Jiuwu God before you fall.

  I want to take back the slander about the low quality of the prison staff.

  I admit, you still have good guys who can play very well.

  Unfortunately, the sweet-sounding big sister Anhilde is really dead-headed

   I even promised to make her the third mate on my boat, but she still chose not to. I'm really curious, how did you get them to be so loyal?

   There must be a trick to this kind of thing, right? "

   "Stay away from me. Betrayer."

  Hella closed her eyes with disgust, she struggled to say to the soldiers in front of her:

   "Come on someone, kill me, fast! I don't want him to be the last guy I see in the material world, what a bad luck, what a shame, what a nightmare."

   "Don't be so heartless."

  Blake reached out and took off the scarred black owl helmet, letting his long golden hair fall over his shoulders, and there were still terrifying bloodshots in his sea blue eyes.

   That is the remnant of the restoration of human nature from the beast, which means that the pirates are not particularly sober now.

   He waved back.

   Stupid Fenna knowingly pulled out the blood-stained Ashbringer, threw it towards the pirates, and was firmly grasped by Black.

   This holy blade of light also seemed to sense that its "moment of glory" was approaching, and the moment it fell into Black's palm, it began to burn blazingly.

  The pirate stepped forward with a flaming lightsaber.

   One step, two steps, three steps.

   He walked to the front of Hela's huge forehead crack, he reached out and touched Hela's dirty flesh, and waved his weapon to the vicious eyes that were waiting for him.

   A smile appeared on that face.

   As if comforting a little girl, he said:

   "Don't be afraid, you see my sword is really cool"

   "Poof"

   The blazing holy blade of light pierced the shattered wound of the **** of death before Hela issued the last vicious curse.

   As the pirate flipped her wrist fiercely, Hela swallowed her last breath in the most painful brain burning, and her body started to burn from the ignited head wound.

  The golden flame of order burned very quickly, almost in the blink of an eye, and this vicious and bad-looking **** queen turned into a pillar of fire burning on the beach of the sea of ​​​​underworld.

  The golden flame was rising, as if a switch had been turned on.

   The cold fog that has shrouded the **** for countless years is quickly dissipating, and bright beams of light fall from the sky, illuminating this cold place of death.

   And the ghosts of Hylagar on the eternal battlefield retreated in horror, screaming to avoid the light, although the light did not carry any lethal power.

   They are not afraid of light.

   is the guy who will come with the light.

   The grudge is over.

   (end of this chapter)