Shadow Trails in Azeroth

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

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

It was very far away and refracted by the water, so it was difficult to see the whole thing clearly.

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

That's a ship.

A keel battleship.

There is no deck or hull in the traditional sense.

From what Blake could see with his naked eyes, there were only skeletons standing upright on both sides like the gray-white skeleton of a giant dragon, wrapped in tattered wood covered with seaweed and barnacles.

It makes it look like a giant's spine that has been extracted.

At the bow of the ship, there is a blue-gray dragon-headed skull as an embellishment, like an exaggerated bow statue. The white skeleton seems to still maintain the roar of the giant beast before it died.

Its mouth opened wide.

Sixteen ferocious canine teeth staggered up and down.

In the black skull eye hole, there is also a green light shining under the deep sea. Similar bone lanterns are lit around the ghost ship.

The light made the keel boat seem like a ghost after death.

It also has a mast.

Just soaked in the sea water, between the two masts, hung a tattered sail like a death shroud, and those rotten cloths were swaying in the water.

It's like there's real wind blowing them.

Trumpet sound.

The faint sound of the horn sounded from this keel boat about a hundred meters long.

As Blake watched with increasing astonishment, those sturdy half-giant mist warriors were dragging the struggling orcs and Naga souls out of the abyss from all around the sea and into the keel warships.

Those guys were tall, with the shortest being over three meters tall. They looked like drowned little giants. Their rusty armors were also covered with seaweed and starfish.

There is also the horned helmet that looks weird.

That's a vrykul!

The degenerate species of ancient humans living in the northern continent of Northrend and surrounding areas are the ancestors of 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 have such a good body that can fight against the orcs is because of their "good genes".

When Blake was looking down at the sea, the undead Vrykul people were also looking over here, with green will-o'-the-wisp eyes dancing in their eyes, looking at Blake's general discomfort.

So he looked away.

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

"How can I, a little mortal, be so valued by Queen Hela? She even asked the most powerful underworld navigator under the God of Death to pick me up in person.

Your name is Hablon, right?

The navigator of the Nagfar, the most capable subordinate of Queen Hela, and the soul-drawer of Hades. I was born in Kul Tiras, and the legend of Hades is spread in that ocean country.

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

However, as far as I know, aren't you usually only active in the gloomy North Sea? Why did he come to Khaz Modan? "

"Because of the soul."

The soul attractor in front of him seemed willing to share these secrets that only belonged to the dead with Blake, who was about to become his companion.

He reached out to lift up the soul-inducing lamp on his waist, and with a wave of his hand, a pale light was clasped on Blake's body like a chain, and a coldness seeped into his bones.

It was as if he could pull his soul out of his body with just a flick of his hand.

“Since six years ago, when the orcs from another world first set foot on the land of Azeroth, there have been more souls wandering in the world of the living than ever before.

Souls are the currency of Death, and Queen Hela is destined to possess them.

As the queen's loyal subordinates, we must satisfy all the queen's desires, humans, orcs, naga, dwarves, and gnomes.

All souls are born as a gift from life, but their final return journey is guided by me personally. "

As if reciting poetry, the spirit guide said to Blake:

"The soul is the tide, and we are sailors, and we drift with it. Every soul has value, and every soul needs to be put to good use."

"Well, that makes sense."

Blake nodded.

But he was complaining crazily in his heart:

"If I hadn't known what kind of character your mad queen is, I would have been deceived by your unreasonable words.

What kind of currency or something? Nonsense!

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

Tell the truth.

I would rather be chopped to death by Frostmourne's sword and become a mindless 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. "

"Ahem"

Under the gaze of the soul attractor, Black, who was restrained by the light of the soul attractor lamp, wanted to raise his hands, but he couldn't do this, so he could only cough lightly and said to the half-giant in front of him:

"Mr. Habron, before you take my miserable soul away, please listen to what I have to say, okay?"

"Um?"

The soul attractor of Hades stopped turning around and looked at Blake.

The latter tidied up the language and said:

"If you take me away now, all Queen Hela can gain 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.

All I have is the false title of a prince of Kul Tiras, but this title means nothing to the noble Queen Hela.

But I think if I change my ways and serve the great Queen of Hades, maybe our Majesty will be able to gain more."

He glanced at Hablon and said:

"As you said, I can absorb living souls.

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

This is a very honorable job, but after all, the dead souls are mixed.

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

You can only passively search and guide.

And I can take the initiative to find it.

Just as you are the best and most loyal Hell Navigator under His Majesty Hela, I can also be the best soul hunter and spirit hunter under the Queen. "

Blake emphasized his tone and said:

“You know what’s the best part about this idea?

I am a living person, and my hunting of the living does not violate the balance of life and death. And all the souls I kill, I am willing to sacrifice 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 away from the ocean and the Nagfar cannot pick them up.

They can only usher in the ruins and become miserable ghosts.

But I can find them.

I can accomplish this for you and Your Majesty in the depths of the continent that your warships cannot reach. As you said, all souls will be in the shadow of Hades on their way back.

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

Blake paused.

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

Although it seems like taking a risk and playing with the power of words.

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

When one person knows the other person's strongest needs and works with them, an agreement is a done deal.

The "little secrets" in his mind that belong to all the big guys in this world are Black's confidence.

Habron was silent.

The hell navigator was thinking, and the gray eyes under his hood were floating with light like dim stars. After five minutes of suffocating silence, he nodded slowly.

"The Queen is very interested in your request for allegiance. She is willing to give you a chance to prove your commitment to Hades."

As he spoke, Habulon took off the soul-inducing lamp from his waist.

Handed it to Blake.

He said:

"You have ten days in this world to prove your ability, fifty brave and living 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."

Blake held the light soul-inducing lamp. The moment he took it, a coldness originating from Hades poured into Blake's body, making him shiver greatly.

In just a moment, his body was covered with frost, and the little fish-man behind him was also affected, causing Benbolba to sneeze twice.

"Do your best to serve the Queen. That is the highest honor you can receive in this life."

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

"Wait, soul attractor."

"Um?"

The underworld soul attractor looked back at Blake, and a muddy voice came from under the hood and said:

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

"curse."

Blake pointed at his thin body, rolled his eyes, and said calmly:

"If this curse is not removed, it will be difficult for me, who has been weak, to hunt souls 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 attractor.

For this reason, I am willing to give you this insignificant cursed evil weapon as a kind gift. "

As he spoke, he quickly took out the suitcase containing the contaminated Eye of Paris from the magic suitcase, and opened the magic suitcase with the key.

He handed the dark magic ball to Habulon with both hands.

The moment his hands came into contact with the Eye of Paris, dark magic flowed into his body again, and the sound of glass breaking also sounded in Blake'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. As Blake watched with regret, one of his three ordinary classes was left vacant.

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

"Well, it's a small evil thing that can bind souls and impose curses. I also heard an annoying whisper of the void from it."

Habulon stretched out his pale hand and touched the surface of the purple-black magic ball.

He said in a bad tone:

"It's another group of lowly warlocks, playing tricks they don't understand, but they don't seem to know that crazy believers in the void have been mixed among them.

The scum in the abyss is really pervasive.

Of course, I can help you get rid of this curse.

It's not difficult. "

The soul-drawer held the contaminated Eye of Paris in his hand. He seemed to be very interested in this thing. After a few seconds, he said to Black:

"You seem to have entered the path of shadow, but your power is not pure. You are so impure that you cannot contribute to the Queen's great cause.

Come forward, spirit hunter!

Accept the blessings of Hades. "