Azeroth Shadow Trail

   Chapter 969 65. I know this is great, but hacking Hela to death is not fun at all

   "Boom"

   In the colorful streamer, the huge figure of the King of War stood on the ground of hell.

   This is not the first time he has come to this cursed place.

  A long time ago, when the Valarjar Fortress was just lifted into the sky, he gave an eye in exchange for this piece of land, and was able to exchange knowledge of the dead with a very mysterious guy.

   He was then able to see the real face of the dead world.

   He finally realized that it was his responsibility to keep those brave souls and let them dedicate their strength to the necessary mission of this world after death, instead of being sent to that hopeless place and drained of the last ounce of energy.

   Odin didn't think it was a wrong move to form the Heroic Legion himself.

He had seen the maw of the shadow world with his own eyes, and he knew that those souls would be treated there like this. Compared with that kind of torture, turning them into another form and staying in this world would be more like a kindness.

   But Hela didn't understand.

   Maybe she understands.

   She just couldn't stand being treated rudely by Odin.

   She trusted him so much.

   But in return, his body was forcibly destroyed, his soul was reshaped, and he became the agent who helped Odin walk between life and death in search of heroic spirits. He took his allegiance for granted.

   When the thug destroyed himself, he didn't even consider that in the case that all the Titan guardians rejected him, only himself stood firmly on his side.

   Hela's hatred is to feel anger and worthlessness for what she has suffered.

   Isn't that a good saying?

  When love goes unanswered, it turns into something terrible.

  Hella used her hatred to weave a net, trapping the people she hated most for hundreds of thousands of years. She took Odin's freedom and let him sit back and watch the world that he should protect fall apart and vicissitudes of life.

   She knew this man so well.

   She knew how to torture him to make him feel ashamed and spend every day like hell.

   However, no matter how long the hatred will come to an end, now on the death coast of hell, in the golden flames of Hela's broken and filthy body, it represents the end of the sad era of imprisonment.

  The advent of freedom made guys like Odin feel a little at a loss. He came to the **** from the falling light curtain and looked around. Soon, the king of war saw the burning remnant on the coast in front of him.

   That vicious sea witch finally can no longer show off her power.

   Odin let out a sharp breath.

   He also imagined the battle that would break out when he and Hela met again during the long wait. He would use the explosive means of a warrior to make this evil witch realize how stupid it was to provoke the King of War.

   I will turn the 100,000 years of trouble into the same pain and give it to the traitor who was the closest, but who also gave me a knife.

   But strangely, seeing the scene of his most hated traitor perishing in the flames, rarely did Odin, who likes victory and power, feel the slightest joy.

   was replaced by a complicated mood that was not easy.

   That is a mood that rarely rises in Odin's heart. It is a mood that he will scold as weak. Perhaps, he has always felt such guilt in his heart.

   No matter how noble the reason is to cover up what he has done to Hela, it cannot change the cruel facts of the past: he did hurt the sea witch who once regarded himself as his father.

   But Odin is Odin.

   He is not far from letting others see his cowardice.

   So it was just a stupefied effort, and he returned to his proper posture as a king of war. Standing on the shore of this victory, he looked at the warriors who had done great things in front of him, and his one eye was full of admiration and satisfaction.

   he exclaimed:

   "You did it. Because of your noble deeds, both Valhalla and I were freed. This elite division prepared for Ragnarok finally doesn't have to rot in time.

   The meaning of our existence will be fulfilled and fulfilled, warriors, you will be revered and sung by Valarjar Fortress, and the world will tell the story of today.

  This Trial”

"That's it?"

   Before Odin finished speaking, Grom Hellscream, who was resting on the ground, roared viciously:

   "Is this what you call a test of strength? A **** so weak that he could be chopped to death with an axe by an old man who was crippled when he walked? Bah, that's ridiculous!

   The fight was a little fun at first, but then it took a nosedive.

   Now, I'm starting to doubt your vision, Odin.

  I admit that a group of fairly so-so fighters got together to kill a monster calling itself 'The Grim Reaper' does feel a little bit of glory.

   But this is not the fight I want!

   is too weak!

   No one has died yet, can this be called a trial? Can a battle without death and blood embellishment be called a "battle"? "

  Grom's horizontal thrust made the other warriors glared at him, eager to go up and kick.

   It's not over for you!

   Didn't you see that Odin was about to give out rewards?

   Isn't this what everyone is fighting for? What's your opinion, let's wait until we get what we want first, okay? This orc is TM's stupid!

   And he must have chosen this time to speak, he had already planned it.

   is really crazy and bad and stupid.

   Everyone is so tired, they have penetrated most of the hell, and fought with Hela. Now everyone just wants to go back to rest, please don't make a fool of yourself.

   Brother Ho, are you okay?

   To this, Grom's answer is not good!

   "I just warmed up!"

   The orc stood up with his battle axe, his body was shaking, but he still pointed his finger at Kane, Daelin, and Jean and his gang, and he roared:

   "They're all a bit interesting, I'm going to fight them! It's at the end of this hell! Start the real power test! The rules are very simple, you all come together!

  The one who can stand to the end wins!

   Life and death do not matter! "

   In the end, the orc's fingers drew another arc, and it was very interesting to bypass Fina and the others, and pointed at the smelly pirate who was sitting silently on the shore smoking a pipe, and he shouted:

   "Hey, the **** over there, yes! It's you, you killed those Nine Martial Gods, you stole my fun, you have to pay! You have to come and fight me too!"

   To this, Blake's response was quite simple.

   He stretched out his hand without looking back, and gestured with his **** towards Brother Huo to express his lack of interest in such a big fight without rewards.

are you crazy!

   If you don't even pay the appearance fee, who will accompany you to fight?

  I am tired.

  You can play by yourself, I won't accompany you.

  Black turned and jumped off the edge of the platform of death, disappearing into the shadows in mid-air, and in this very personal way, he made it clear that he did not want to participate in the chaos proposed by Grom.

   First of all, he has no interest in this unpaid fight.

  Secondly, all of his important skills are on cooldown, and even the ridiculously long health bar is about to be drained, so playing like this may not be able to beat the crazy Grom.

   and Dai Lin and Fina, who were trying to beat him, were staring at him.

  Finally, because of the frequent casting of spells in the previous fierce battle, Void Will has noticed the plane of hell, if you continue to use magic next, something very bad may happen.

   After all, he's not a warrior, is he?

  There is no need to restrain yourself with the rules of the warrior.

   But Black is not interested, it does not mean that other people are not interested, especially Odin, he likes to watch the warriors fight with blood and find the value and meaning of the existence of power in the interlacing of sharp blades.

   A man like that can never get tired of seeing his blood.

   What's more, the group of fighters who have just done great things in front of them are equipped with unique skills, and their chaos must be very entertaining.

   Above all, what better choice for the ending of a great story than the passion that radiates when warriors in glory go up against each other after a big victory?

   "What's your opinion?"

   Odin thought for a moment, then glanced at the surrounding heroic spirits who were attracted by the noise here, and finally, he looked at the farther hell.

  The undead under Hela have been frightened by the death of the Queen of Hell. At this time, a glorious battle will be launched on their land, which will make these cowardly undead forever remember the invincible truth of the Heroic Spirit Legion.

   And this big fight at the end of **** can definitely become the most beautiful ending note of the first story opened by the Hall of Valor in this era.

   Find some bards to sing such poems in taverns around the world, which will definitely make everyone who hears it memorable, and let them take the initiative to spread the story of these brave warriors and their bravery.

  The King of War always thinks longer.

   So after a brief thought, he looked around at the people in front of him with one eye and asked:

   "Grom proposes to have an indiscriminate brawl on the platform of death at the end of **** to determine the ultimate ownership of the Shield of Aggramar, the holy artifact of power.

   And the one who can persevere to the end in this chaos will also be worthy of the name of the strongest warrior in Azeroth! You have already won a great victory, and perhaps a small victory can be used to add glory to it. "

   "The challenge from the greenskin is always so ridiculous!"

  The werewolf Jean bared his teeth. He took a step forward. With a wilder smile, he raised his claws and said:

   "Even if there is no reward, I will gladly join, killing the greenskin is not a burden to me, it is just an extra enjoyment.

   or call a reward! "

   "Hey, that's not something you can say."

  The bearded dwarf Muradin sat on the ground and sipped the mead from the Hall of Valor, as if this thing was like a healing potion, which could quickly rejuvenate his tired body.

   The dwarf rolled his eyes and said:

   "Gene, you were not a good warrior before, you were a businessman, a king, a statesman, and a warrior was never your choice.

   This is what you said back then. "

   "I'm trying to be a good fighter, can't I?"

  Gene snorted unhappily and said to the dwarf:

   "If you don't dare to fight, back away. I'm afraid I'll accidentally shave your small head."

   "You actually question the courage of the dwarves?"

   Muradin grabbed the hammer and shouted:

   "See if I won't beat you up for a while!"

   "I'm also very interested in doing things here that should have been done two years ago."

   Dai Lin took a step forward, holding the command knife stained with the blood of a demigod. He stared at Grom and said:

   "There are too many greenskins in this world, and my killing hands are sore, but I still can't kill them all. Maybe killing a chief here will make me feel better.

   Especially you, Grom Hellscream!

  Your head is sure to become a Proudmoore family heirloom collection. "

  “嘁”

  Grom sneered at this and said:

   "If your strength is half of your ability to talk big, I will be scared to death by you, Dai Lin. The girl over there is your daughter, right?

  I advise you to think again.

   After all, killing a father in front of his daughter is a terrible act, even for a ruthless orc like me. "

   "Smelly Greenskin, what are you talking about?"

  Fina didn't expect this to involve herself. She grabbed Odin's wrath and stood up, and shouted to Grom with her hips on her back:

   "I haven't settled with you for what happened before. You want to kill that stinky old man, but he insisted on teasing me, okay, I'll give you a good look today!

  Heya, help me!

   Let's get rid of this stinky greenskin! His axe is yours. "

"it is good!"

The Supreme Shield Girl, who was dealing with her wounds, heard the invitation from the "Pocket Sisters", and immediately got up full of fighting spirit. In fact, she had already satisfied her desire to be belligerent today, and was able to personally participate in the battle of Hela's defeat and play a role. Thanks to her strength, she has already accomplished a feat that 99% of the vrykul could never dream of.

   Even a strike just like that would be satisfying.

   But if he can compete with these top fighters with stunts after victory, Heya will never refuse. Victory or defeat is not important at this time, just treat it as a fighting entertainment to relieve the tired heart.

   But the opponent Heya is eager to try is not Grom Hellscream, she knows that she is not the opponent of this orc, and she has always wanted to play against Kane.

   The one-hit-smashing skill that this tauren exhibits is exactly what Hya lacks.

   Maybe she can learn something from it.

  The Supreme Shield Maiden has decided that after this battle, she will leave Stormheim, where she has lived for a long time, and visit the hometown of these powerful warriors.

   She felt more and more that this land that belonged to fighting limited her vision, but before leaving, she was also fighting for her land and her clan under the watchful eye of the King of War.

   "You use this!"

  Fina never kept secrets from her good sisters. She waved the wrath of Odin in her hand and threw it to Heya, whose spear had been badly damaged in the previous fight against Hela.

   "I use this, what do you use?"

  Heya looked at the Ash Messenger in Fina's hand and asked worriedly, she knew that Fina always fought with two weapons.

   "It's okay, I have a good brother, so I have a lot of spare weapons."

  Finna winked at her, waved and took out Querceira from her luggage, held it in her left hand, moved her shoulders, and got ready for a fighting stance.

   Seeing that Fina took out another sword that was a good weapon at first glance, Heya was relieved, and carrying Odin's wrath, he planned to go to the battlefield with his good sister.

   But as soon as they took a step, Fenna was stopped by someone next to her.

   "Fina, come here."

   The eyes of Ser Salorian, who was resting next to him, stared at Querceira in Fina's hand. The sallow-faced elf swordsman whispered in a low voice:

   "I have something to tell you, the vrykul over there, you don't have to follow, leave some space for us elves, thank you."

   (end of this chapter)