Shadow Trails in Azeroth

Chapter 139 47. Doomsday【915】

"Buzz"

After Habron completed the second stage of transformation and abandoned the flesh and blood body used as a disguise, he immediately launched an attack on Black.

The astral body's attack was extremely fast. He used a power similar to the flash technique. During Garona's sharp blade assassination, the invisible body wrapped in starlight disappeared in place like a fade.

After perfectly evading Garona's assassination, the Astral Body appeared in another place, extending its hands into war scythes with scattered starlight, and swung a knife towards Black.

The spatial basis for the existence of the material world was cut open, and the energy blade rushed in front of the pirate's eyes, cutting him into two pieces in the next moment.

"boom"

Large pieces of ice were born in the cold air. As the old mage cast spells with both hands, a wall of ice resisted the energy blade thrust. When Merry Dongfeng waved his hand and threw the ice cone spell filled with cold air, the star dome was shattered. Habron forced back.

This is obviously an energy creature.

Attacking with magic is more effective than attacking with daggers.

However, the dagger in the hands of the legendary assassin is also extraordinary, entwined with weird dark spiritual power. When attacking energy creatures, it can also be bloody and can inject poison.

And for Garona, the first mistake was enough to teach her experience. Therefore, when Habulon was forced back by the old mage's magic, faded and reappeared in the starlight, the fatal double blades also followed. Come.

He stabbed into Habulon's disembodied body with staggered movements, and when the scattered starlight of the astral body exploded, he turned his wrist like a piece of flesh was cut out, causing the defensive movements of the astral body to be distorted by pain.

The legendary assassin, hidden in the shadow package, blinked.

She glanced at the starlight scattered on the dagger, and she had some guesses about the strength of the enemy in front of her. It was indeed a strange creature. It looked very powerful and its attack methods were mysterious.

But as Black said, he may have been very powerful once, but now, he is too weak to look like.

With me and Merry Dongfeng teaming up, it won't be a big problem to defeat him.

but

It's probably a bit difficult to keep him. Looking at his starlight fading and phase movement, you can tell that he is definitely a guy who is good at running away.

Thinking of this, Garona nimbly jumped onto the severed mast of the Nagfar in the shadows, avoiding Habulon's burst of starlight.

She glanced back.

Blake was lying in the broken ice with his eyes closed, talking to himself as if he was crazy.

He was talking to someone he couldn't see, maybe Bwonsamdi.

He was convincing Bwonsamdi to help.

He is always like this, prepared for any situation. Although he is still weak now, when fighting with him, it is really reassuring to have his dark wisdom to assist him.

so.

Garona, who was in the undead state, licked her lips and fixed her eyes again on Habulon, the astral body, who was exchanging magic with Merry Winterwind in front of her.

This guy will most likely die today.

"Witness this power of creation!"

Just when Garona was about to assassinate her again, Habulon raised his left hand, as if clasping something, and pulled it down hard while the old mage watched in astonishment.

"Wow"

In the mid-air under the setting sun, stars suddenly flashed, just like a door being opened. In the next moment, several small meteorites burning with flames roared and smashed towards the place where Merry, Dongfeng and Blake were.

The demi-lich also became furious.

No longer concealing his hidden strength, a cold breath burst out from his decayed eyes. In a strange chanting of a magic spell, the Meri winter wind blasted a huge ice cone into the sky.

Facing the falling meteorite head-on, the shock wave of magic triggered by the impact of ice and fire caused the severely damaged Nagfar to shake violently again.

This is not over yet.

The old mage raised his other hand, and the purple light from the teleportation spell entwined his fingers.

Under normal circumstances, the teleportation spell that could only be used to teleport oneself was applied by the old mage on the three meteorites that fell above his head. When the light curtain dispersed, the two meteorites were directly hit by the teleportation spell on Habulon.

The last piece was pulled by the old mage and smashed into the battlefield in the distance, attacking the Mist Legion from both sides and exploding a third of the frozen sea.

"Buzz"

The intertwined blades of the Kingslayer seized this fleeting opportunity just like their masters.

As the meteorite bombardment shattered the starlight around the astral dome body Habulon, the magic power was used to support the frontal defense, and Garona emerged from the shadow at this moment.

The black mist carried by the shadow brought about a vivid illusion, and the second killing feast was kicked off by the assassin's double blade.

This time, Habulon did not have the power of death to resist the most brutal power of the shadow assassins.

The half-orc's figure was as light as dancing in a dance, flashing dozens of sword lights in an instant, and the daggers wrapped in dark spiritual power also let out bursts of whistling.

It seemed that even the powerful being who infused it with dark aura was appreciating the assassin's assassination.

But for Habron, things got worse.

The disembodied starlight around him is like the surface of a lake when raindrops fall, constantly making waves. It looks very beautiful. This scene must be very beautiful to capture.

It's a pity that every beat of those starlight waves means that Habulon has been hurt.

He is the fallen astral body.

There is no such state as life and death.

His form of existence is difficult for ordinary people to understand, but he can also get tired, especially after the collapse of his original faith, and his power has dissipated like quicksand in the wind.

These two mortal legends have a hard time getting along.

Especially the old mage, he just lacks some of the essence of the extraordinary power of arcane magic, so he can advance from legend to a more powerful form.

For some reason, such a powerful mortal was persuaded by the betrayer to fight to the death for that weak flesh and blood life with such a desperate attitude.

"Bwonsamdi is coming. Come back!"

Just when Habulon was driven by the rage of his beloved being destroyed, and wanted to attack forward to bring back the betrayer's soul for Queen Hela, in the world where his disguised spiritual body had faded, there was a sharp The sound exploded.

Revealing a crazy hoarseness and dark undertones.

That was Hela's voice.

"But my Nagfar!"

Habulon roared, detonating the starlight gathered in his hands like a bomb, accurately blocking the dozen ice spear techniques that Merry Dongfeng hit.

Ben would also force the difficult Garona back. But the orc assassin didn't retreat!

She is now in the state of an immortal cursed undead, and deep down in every assassin's heart, there is a hint of the dream of a berserker. Garona is also an assassin, and she has the same idea.

It's just that he is usually suppressed by the reason given by the shadow.

But now, since he won't die, then...

Release it!

Release the innate wildness and fighting spirit in the orc blood flowing in her body!

"puff"

The burst of starlight knocked down Garona's body like a heavy hammer, but the Kingslayer's left blade pierced Habulon's forehead with a fatal throw at the moment the assassin fell.

During the shadow explosion, Garona, who appeared at Habulon's side using Shadow Step, grabbed hold of him. Before his body rotated, the two swords flew and inserted into Habulon's eyes, one on the left and the other on the right.

"ah!"

The astral body cried out in pain.

Under Hela's urging, he still refused to give up.

"I want to take my boat and leave together."

"you will die!"

Hela was already a little impatient, and her voice screamed amidst Habulon's violent fluctuations in emotions:

"I woke you up from the collapse, not to let you die here! The Maw is longing for more anima and soul. You must complete your mission! Just like your work in the Pantheon!

You have a new owner!

I command you, Soulbringer Habulon, to come back! immediately! Abandon that broken ship! "

"That's not a broken ship!"

The astral body roared angrily at this moment:

"That's mine. That's my home! I've lost it once, and I won't do it again!"

His roar was interrupted by the old mage exploding a magical orb filled with frost. The orb containing a huge amount of magical power exploded in front of Habulon, sealing half of his starlight body in ice. .

"They were fighting so fiercely. My soul was in pain and was about to be torn apart. Hela was trying to break the soul barrier and take away my soul herself.

But this place is too far from Hades.

She was urging Hablon, she didn't want to give up on her partner. "

At the edge of the small battlefield where these three legendary battles took place, Blake, like a bystander, closed his eyes and said to himself like a madman:

"Are you still hesitating? After seeing the true face of Hela's 'little friend', do you still dare to hesitate? Bwonsamdi! You should know by now that Hela has taken away the souls of those she held in Hades. Where were they sent in the end?

Helya has been in the physical world of Azeroth, and she wants to seal off Odin and his Valarjar Skyfortress.

She cannot leave Hades.

Those miserable souls who will suffer eternal torture are all sent into the abyss by the astral body in front of them. Their existence form determines it, and the curtain of life and death cannot stop them.

If you let Habulon go today, then every day after that, the power of the Maw will continue to grow, and the power of your adoptive father Muezala, who is allied with the Maw, will also grow stronger.

One day, the old god will be powerful enough to pass through the Veil and re-project his power onto Azeroth.

I think you should really think about it.

How will your tyrannical father deal with you, a rebellious son who chooses to go against him?

As the Loa that existed before the birth of troll civilization, how do you think it will deal with the thriving troll civilization in Azeroth under your management? "

The pirate lowered his head and said softly:

"Last time I wanted to make a deal with you and you refused. You said then that you would only make deals with the big guys. Now, I ask again, Bwonsamdi.

Do you think I'm a big shot?

Do you want to make a deal with me? "

"After all this is over, you must have a good talk with old Bwonsamdi!"

The gloomy voice of the troll Death finally sounded in Blake's ears. This time, Bwonsamdi's usual cynicism was gone, replaced by a touch of coldness and solemnity.

it says:

"You greedy pirate who possesses cursed knowledge, old Bwonsamdi asks you, what kind of deal are you going to make with me?"

"Simple!"

Blake opened his eyes. He looked at the astral body Habulon, which was besieged by legends, and said:

"You help me lift Hela's curse, and I'll help you capture Habulon! You can personally destroy this helmsman who can swim across the River Styx and sail straight to the Abyss!

Don't worry about Hela, without Habulon, she will have to send her soul to the Abyss by herself.

That's a lot of work.

She will be very busy.

That lunatic has no time to trouble you before the curtain of life and death breaks. So, deal? "

Bwonsamdi didn't answer.

The next moment, a strange blood moon suddenly rose over the sea under the setting sun. Under the scarlet moonlight, Blake's body was completely enveloped.

As a force cold enough to freeze the soul was injected into the body, under Blake's expectant gaze, the curse of the Hellwalker on the character card seemed to be a data disorder.

It dissipated bit by bit, like water-soaked ink, becoming very light, but not disappearing. Bwonsamdi's power injection continued, eventually turning the curse into a blurry form.

"I have a better idea, friend. This thing called the astral body is the first time I've seen it. Well, look at it. It looks like it's covered in 'venom'.

I'm weak and pitiful, and I don't want to risk getting my hands dirty. "

Bwonsamdi's conspiratorial voice sounded in the pirate's ears, and the old bastard said:

"So, why don't you help me kill him with your own hands. Old Bwonsamdi will not only help you lift the curse, but also give you more 'good things'. The deal between you and me has been made, my friend.

Someone must die on this broken ship today!

Either he dies or you die.

Go ahead.

Use the mojo old Bwonsamdy gave you wisely and keep your end of the bargain, you damn stinking pirate. "