Azeroth Shadow Trail

Chapter 11 10. Laike, Hand of Hell

On the reef coast, from the position of the beach, through the thicker and thicker fog, one can vaguely see what is happening in the dark sea water.

In the dark place under the water, where the sunlight is difficult to reach, a huge monster is docking under the deep sea, in the twisted shadow like a living thing.

It is very difficult to see the whole picture of that thing clearly after being far away and refracted by the water surface.

It's like a bloated lobster crawling on the bottom of the sea, and like a huge octopus stretching its long tentacles in the deep sea.

That's a boat.

A keel battleship.

There is no deck and hull in the traditional sense.

As far as Laike could see with his naked eyes, there was only a skeleton erected on both sides like the gray-white skeleton of a giant dragon, wrapped in tattered wood covered with seaweed and barnacles.

Make it look like the spine of a titan as a whole.

At the bow of the ship, it is decorated with a blue-gray dragon head and skull, like an exaggerated figure of the ship's head. The white skeleton seems to still maintain the roar of the giant beast before it died.

Its mouth is wide open.

Sixteen ferocious canine teeth intertwined up and down.

In the black skull's eye hole, there is still a dark green light shining under the deep sea, and similar bone lamps are lit around the ghost ship.

That light set off the keel boat as if it were a ghost after death.

It also has a mast.

Just soaking in the sea, between the two masts, there are tattered sails hanging like the shroud of the dead, and those rotten fabrics are swaying in the water.

It's like real wind is blowing them.

Trumpet sound.

The faint sound of the horn sounded from the keel boat about 100 meters long.

Under the increasingly astonished gaze of Braike, those strong half-titan mist warriors are dragging the struggling orcs and the souls of Naga out of the abyss from all around the sea, and sending them into the keel battleship. .

Those guys are tall, and the shortest is more than three meters. They look like little drowned titans. On their rusted armor, they are also covered with seaweed and starfish.

And that weird horned helmet no matter how you look at it.

That's a vrykul!

The degenerated species of ancient humans living in Northrend and surrounding areas in the north are the ancestors of the current human civilization.

The human beings in the eastern continent are all further degenerated from the Vrykul. The reason why the human beings in Azeroth can have a good body that can fight against the orcs is because of their "good genes".

When Bu Laike was looking down into the sea, those undead vrykul were also looking at this side, their eyes with green will-o'-the-wisps dancing in pairs, seeing that Bu Laike felt uncomfortable all over.

So he looked away.

Looking at the soul-introducer who looked more like a living person in front of him, he said in a strange tone:

"I'm a little mortal, how can Queen Hela value me so much? And let the most powerful hell navigator under the command of Death God come to pick me up in person.

Your name is Hablon, right?

The navigator of the Naglfar, the most powerful subordinate of Queen Hela, and the soul guide of Hell, I was born in Kul Tiras, and there are legends of Hell in that ocean kingdom.

And in every legend related to the sea, there is a story that belongs to you.

However, as far as I know, don't you generally only work in the gloomy North Sea? How could he come to Khaz Modan? "

"Because of the soul."

The soul-inviting man in front of him seems willing to share these secrets that only belong to the dead with his soon-to-be companion Laike.

He reached out and lifted the soul-inducing lamp at his waist, and with a wave of his hand, a pale light was buckled on Bu Laike like a chain, and a chill penetrated into the bone marrow.

It was as if he could pull his soul out of his body with a single swipe.

"Since six years ago, when the orcs from another world set foot on the land of Azeroth for the first time, more souls than ever wandered in the world of the living.

Souls are the currency of Reaper, and Queen Hela is destined to own them.

As the Queen's loyal subordinates, we must satisfy all the Queen's desires, humans, orcs, Naga, dwarves, and dwarves.

When all the souls fall to the ground, it is a gift of life, but their final return journey is led by me. "

The soul-leader said to Bu Laike like reciting a poem:

"The soul is the tide, and we are sailors, we go with the tide. Every soul has value, and every soul must be used wisely."

"Well, it makes sense."

Bo Laike nodded.

But in his heart he complained wildly:

"If I didn't know what kind of virtue your lunatic queen is, I would really be deceived by your unintelligible words.

What currency or something, nonsense!

All the souls in the Hell, no matter where they come from or how much they have, are just cannon fodder in the eyes of that crazy woman in Hela, and they will eventually be wasted in the personal grievances between Hela and Odin.

Seriously.

I would rather be hacked to death by Frostmourne and become a brainless undead than fall into the hands of Hela.

The former is nothing more than the pain of a sword.

If it falls into your hands, it will be endless torture. "

"cough cough"

Under the gaze of the soul-inducing man, Bu Laike, who was bound by the beam of the soul-inducing lamp, wanted to raise his hands, but he couldn't do this, so he could only cough lightly, and said to the semi-titan in front of him:

"Mr Hablon, before you take my miserable soul, will you hear me a few words?"

"Ok?"

The soul-introducer of Hell stopped turning and looked at Bo Laike.

The latter sorted out the language and said:

"You take me away now, what Queen Hela can harvest is just a weak soul, look at me, I am just a victim at the beginning of a great era.

I'm not even as powerful as an orc.

What I have is just a false title of Prince of Kul Tiras, but this title is nothing to the honorable Queen Hela.

But I think, if I change the way and serve the great Hell Queen, perhaps our Majesty can gain more."

He glanced at Hablon and said:

"As you said, I can absorb living souls.

Maybe it's the gift of death, but it's not important. What I want to say is that you and the Naglfar travel between the world and hell every day, and lead the dead souls back to hell.

This is quite an honorable job, but after all, there are good and bad souls.

If Her Majesty the Great Queen needs an invincible army, then she must be more eager for a strong and tenacious soul, but you, who are bound by the balance of life and death, cannot intervene in this world of the living.

You can only passively seek and receive.

And I can take the initiative to find it.

Just as you are the best and most loyal hell navigator under His Majesty Hella, I can also be the best soul hunter under the Queen. "

Bu Laike emphasized the tone, he said:

"You know what's the best part about this idea?

I am a living person, and hunting the living does not violate the balance of life and death, and all the souls I kill, I am willing to dedicate them to Her Majesty the Queen.

The land is restless, and the decisive battle between orcs and humans is imminent.

So many powerful souls have nowhere to go after death, they are far from the sea, and the Naglfar cannot reach them.

They can only usher in wandering in the ruins and become sad wraiths.

But I can find them.

In the depths of the continent where your warships cannot reach, I can do this for you and Your Majesty. As you said, all souls return in the shadow of Hell.

Here I sincerely request the great Queen Hela to give me, a weak mortal, a glorious opportunity to serve her, and to serve Hell. "

Bo Laike paused.

After playing the last card in his hand, he looked at Hablon calmly, waiting for his answer.

Although it seems like a risky gamble, playing with the advantages of tongue.

But Laike was sure about this proposal in his heart. He knew some "little secrets" that the Queen of Hell could not appeal to others, and he also knew what the Queen longed for the most.

When one person knows the other person's strongest needs and addresses them accordingly, an agreement is made, and that's a sure thing.

The "little secrets" in his mind that belong to all the big people in this world are the confidence of Laike.

Hablon was silent.

The Hell Navigator was thinking, and the gray eyes under the hood were like dim stars. After five minutes of suffocating silence, he nodded slowly.

"The queen is very interested in your request for allegiance, and she is willing to give you a chance to prove your commitment to Hell."

While speaking, Hablon took off the soul-inducing lamp on his waist.

Handed it to Boo Laike.

He said:

"You have ten days in this world to prove your ability, fifty brave and fresh warrior souls! As long as you can fulfill your promise, your generous majesty will give you everything you want."

"Of course, I will prove it."

Bu Laike held the light soul-inducing lamp, and at the moment it was held, a chill from hell poured into Bu Laike's body, making him shiver greatly.

In just a moment, his body surface was covered with frost, and even the little murloc behind him was affected, causing Benboerba to sneez twice.

"Do your best to serve the queen, that is the highest honor you can get in this life."

Hablon took one last look at Bu Laike, turned around and was about to walk into the mist, but was stopped by Bu Laike.

"Wait, soul-inviter."

"Ok?"

The soul guide from Hell looked back at Laike, and said in a muddy voice from under the hood:

"Countless souls are waiting for my reception in the eternal tide. My time is precious. What else do you have?"

"curse."

Bu Laike pointed to his skinny body, rolled his eyes, and said calmly:

"If this curse is not removed, it will be difficult for me, who has always been weak, to hunt the soul for the great queen with all my strength. I would like to ask you to help me remove this curse.

I think this shouldn't be difficult for a powerful soul elicitor.

For this reason, I am willing to present this insignificant cursed evil weapon to you as a gift of goodwill. "

As he spoke, he swiftly took out the suitcase containing the contaminated Eye of Par Reiss from the magic suitcase, and opened the magic suitcase with the key.

Handed the dark orb to Hablon with both hands.

The moment his hands touched the eyes of Pa Reiss, dark magic power poured into his body again, and the sound of glass breaking also sounded in Bu Laike's mind.

He glanced at the character card.

Alas.

The warrior class that had dropped to level 1 officially returned to zero, and disappeared like ink dissipating. Under Bu Laike's regretful gaze, one of his three ordinary classes became vacant.

It means that he has lost the possibility of becoming an excellent fighter.

"Well, a little evil thing that binds souls and casts curses, and I've heard nasty Void whispers from it."

Hablon stretched out his pale hand and touched the surface of the purple-black magic sphere.

He said in a bad tone:

"Another group of lowly warlocks, playing tricks they don't understand, but they don't seem to know that they have mixed in with the mad believers of the void.

The scum in the abyss is really pervasive.

Of course, I can help you remove this curse.

It's not difficult. "

The spirit-leader held the tainted Eye of Phra Reiss in his hand, and he seemed interested in it, and after a few seconds, he said to Bo Laike:

"You seem to have entered the path of shadows, but your power is not pure, and you who are so impure cannot contribute to the queen's great cause.

Step forward, spirit hunters!

Accept the blessings of hell. "

(end of this chapter)