Shadow Trails in Azeroth

"Uuuuuuuuuuuuu"

From the rainbow bridge that opened in the sky, the last low clarion call sounded. After the war between the Alliance and the old tribe entered the stage of collapse, Valargar's selection of heroes came to an end.

As the golden Valkyries fluttered their wings and flew into the magnificent scenery of the sky with the last batch of warrior souls, the golden door in the sky also slammed shut.

Odin has no interest in the subsequent pursuit of death and north.

The king of war did not appreciate the massacre under absolute advantage, nor did he think that any worthy warriors would be born from such massacre.

Blake, who had rushed to the edge of the battlefield, looked up and watched the golden Valkyries disappear into the light of the sky.

According to his calculations just now, in such a huge war in which more than 100,000 people attacked each other, Odin selected less than 50 heroic spirits for himself.

"He is really strict."

The pirate sighed, and a few minutes after the light in the sky completely dissipated, Blake also completed his "change of clothes."

He put a tattered black cloak on himself, covering his whole body, not even a trace of his cheek was exposed. He moved his hands and took out the Usalus Scythe in the form of the Hand of Death.

He spun it around in his hand and put the war sickle on his shoulder.

As the shadows gathered around him, he entered a stealth state and headed towards the chaotic battlefield. After wearing the title of Soul Hunter, the world in front of Blake suddenly changed.

Outside of the tragic battlefield where humans and orcs fought, it was like adding an extra layer of filters, allowing him to see the wandering souls that had left their bodies after dying in battle, but had not yet been sent to the other side of the curtain of life and death.

There are humans, elves, dwarves, and gnomes.

There are also orcs.

They are all wandering souls who died on the battlefield, waiting for the messengers from the Kingdom of the Dead to come and send them to the Shadow Realm.

"Odin's Rainbow Bridge opens above the Burning Plains, and Hela will also notice it. With so many souls, she will never let it go. Without the Nagfar, she can only use more primitive means. Come and capture these souls.

She will send her generals to lead the souls to Hades. "

The pirate carries his scythe and walks in the shadows.

He sees those souls, but those dazed souls cannot see Him.

"Then who will Hela send?"

The pirate looked at the sky. After Odin left, the Burning Plains became gloomy again. Blake's eyes were filled with anticipation, and he thought in his mind:

"Which lucky Shadow Val'kyr will come here? Who will I ambush and kill?"

With this thought in mind, Blake wandered in the shadows.

The God of Death in COS is very expressive. He is not just walking. He carefully avoids areas where fighting is still taking place, and looks at the dead souls on the battlefield with a scrutinizing gaze.

"These are very peaceful and cannot extract much anima, so just leave them to the Shadow Realm."

The pirate looked away from each of the dead souls.

He can feel the state of these souls. Most souls will become weak after death, but there are some souls that were powerful during their lifetime. When they die with certain strong emotions, they will be stronger than other souls.

After such a soul enters the Shadow Realm, it will generate more and stronger "psychic energy" than other souls, which is a power that cannot be used by the living.

But it is it that supports the existence and prosperity of the Kingdom of the Dead.

Almost all of those souls full of powerful anima were taken away by Odin, but there are still some ghosts that are more powerful than ordinary souls that Odin despises and remain on the battlefield.

Those are the "treasures" in Hela's eyes, and they are also Blake's goals.

His footsteps stopped in front of an orc soul. This soul was also wrapped in red anger after death. It showed more vividness than other dazed souls.

It was currently half-kneeling beside its own body.

It seemed like he was saying goodbye to the world of the living, but he didn't know where he was going.

"I will not let you fall into the hands of Hela, nor will I let her power become stronger, nor will I let you become a toy in the hands of the real evil."

The pirate quietly touched behind the soul and took out the soul stone. He stared at the soul in front of him and said in his heart:

"Through the flow of death, become part of my power."

He tried to incorporate this soul into the soul stone, but unfortunately, the orc was unwilling to submit and instead roared and attacked.

"Buzz"

The hand of death burst out of the shadow, and the sharp scythe cut the angry soul from behind. As the pirate's wrist rotated, the war scythe cut through the soul again.

Let it turn into fragments of light and disperse in a silent roar.

The familiar heat flowed along his arms and integrated into his body, causing the assassin to let out a pleasant moan as he jumped back into the shadows.

He once doubted, what is the nature of the "experience" he gained from hunting life?

He once thought that he was an inherently evil soul eater.

But now, he understood the truth.

The "experience" that makes him powerful is not the soul or the fragments of the soul, but the anima! That special power that cannot be used by the living and can only exist in the realm of the dead.

It’s not necessary to hunt powerful creatures to gain “experience”.

The pirates have gotten it wrong before.

He has to find those creatures with anima in their souls and extract their anima to make himself stronger.

"buzz"

The war scythe in the pirate's hand hummed with dissatisfaction, and Ursalus was also longing for these souls with anima to make his weak self strong again.

Blake robbed it of its "food."

"Don't worry."

The pirate stroked his greedy weapon and said:

“There’s a lot more here.

We still have plenty of time to search slowly before Hela's lackeys arrive. Even if they are fed to you, it is much better than throwing them into the cesspit of the Maw. "

As he spoke, he waved the war scythe in his hand, and attracted the soul of a confused orc next to him, and said:

"I'll feed you one. Be good and eat well."

"This has no anima at all!"

Ulthalus roared in his scythe:

"Not even a bone for a dog! There's one over there, that elf priest! She's full of anima! She's alive, great! Kill her!

Drain her! Share her soul with me. "

"No, no, no, you are too impatient and have no vision."

The pirate patiently rejected the proposal. He threw a scout at the elf priest not far away, curled his lips and said:

"That's Miss Liadrin, a person who is destined to do great things in the future. Look, there is a flower protector beside her, and the irritated Aqiang is not easy to deal with.

We'd better stay away from them.

In addition, as agreed, in order to celebrate the alliance's hard-won victory, we will only hunt souls today, not kill people. "

"Um?"

At the same time, the high-level elf priest Liadrin, who was healing injured warriors with holy light on the battlefield, suddenly felt very uncomfortable.

There seemed to be a cold malice looking at her.

"What's wrong? Leah."

A concerned voice sounded from not far away. It was a handsome elf ranger wearing a red chainmail who was wielding a sword. He turned around and asked.

The elf priest shook her head and looked back at the chaotic battlefield behind her. She said softly:

"Nothing, Theron. Keep fighting."

——

While the pirates hunted the souls filled with anima, Hela's power also began to act.

The Queen of Hades has actually been paying attention to this decisive battle between the Alliance and the Horde. After all, this is currently the largest war in the world of Azeroth.

And war always kills people.

That means Hela will gain many, many souls.

Moreover, Black guessed a little wrong. Hela's power had actually been lurking in the sea near the Burning Plains. They should have entered the battlefield to search for souls at the beginning.

But Odin's appearance disrupted this plan.

"Curse him! Curse the King of Nothingness and Tyranny!"

As the rainbow bridge belonging to the Hall of Valor disappeared in the sky, a tall Val'kyr who looked exactly the same as Odin's golden Valkyrie, even in height, except that his body was covered in decayed black and white, cursed in a low voice.

Behind her, there were a dozen Hell Val'kyr who looked the same as her but were smaller, and they were also whispering curses at Odin and his golden henchmen.

But the scolding was enough, it was absolutely impossible for them to go forward and fight the golden Valkyrie.

the reason is simple.

Can't beat it.

Although power and birth come from the same source.

But the golden Valkyrie under Odin is obviously more capable of fighting than them.

In the event of an encounter, these Shadow Val'kyr belonging to Hela would probably be chopped down by the violent Valkyrie after a single encounter.

The King of War Odin's ability to train his subordinates is not comparable to that of Hela, the madman full of revenge.

One is quality advantage, and the other pursues quantity advantage.

Well, it’s hard to say who is right and who is wrong now, but in the encounter, Hela will definitely suffer.

Therefore, after Odin intervened in this mortal war, the Shadow Val'kyr, who were originally preparing to fight, could only hide outside the battlefield in frustration.

They watched helplessly as Odin's Valkyries brought the best, most powerful, and most powerful souls into the Hall of Valor, as if the meat that had been placed on their plates was roughly snatched away by their opponents.

"The lady will definitely not be satisfied with the loss of so much anima, and she will punish us."

The leader, the Shadow Val'kyr, grabbed his Shadow Spear and put on a frightened and terrible smile on his pale face, which was covered by the black half-covered lightning wing helmet.

She spread her black wings a little irritably, looked back at the little brothers, er, little girls behind her, and said:

"We must bring back more souls to possibly escape punishment. We must find a way."

"Powerful Soul Stealer! Look!"

Just when these shadow Val'kyr thought they were unlucky and were discussing countermeasures, a small Val'kyr who was lying under the clouds on the edge of the battlefield, peeping out his head to look at the battlefield, suddenly turned around and shouted to her:

"The soul of that orc! The soul of that warchief! He was summoned by Odin, but he was sent back to the mortal world! God, he has so much anima that he is almost overflowing!"

"Um?"

The leader of the Shadow Val'kyr Soul Stealers suddenly turned his head and looked towards the battlefield in the direction indicated by the sharp-eyed girl.

At a glance, he saw the soul of Orgrim Doomhammer, who had returned from the Hall of Valor, reappearing on the battlefield along with a black wolf.

These Shadow Val'kyr are not strong enough, but they have a vicious vision.

It was obvious at a glance that Orgrim's soul was not only complete, but also full of the warrior's angry anima. Indeed, as the sharp-eyed Val'kyr said, the warchief's anima was so full that it overflowed.

"That's him! Take him away!"

She shouted loudly:

"The anima extracted from this one soul is worth tens of millions of remaining souls. Not only will the lady not blame us, she will also reward us for our hunt! Sisters, follow me!"

The leader of the Soul Stealer spread his wings, waved the Shadow Spear, and flew towards the battlefield below with a group of squealing girls.

Like the Golden Valkyrie, they are special creatures between reality and reality.

As long as they don't want to, mortals can never see them. And Orgrim Doomhammer, who rejected Odin's solicitation, also felt the danger close at hand under the roar of the ghost wolf beside him.

The chief raised his head and saw a group of black-winged Val'kyr rushing towards him.

He was a powerful warrior in life, unafraid of any challenge.

But he was already dead. He didn't have much experience in fighting after death, and he didn't have a weapon in his hand, so he tried to dodge, but the leader of the Soul Stealers laughed wildly and opened his left hand.

The chains forged by the shadows were thrown down from the sky, entangling Orgrim tightly.

"You continue to collect here, sisters!"

The Soul Stealer lifted Orgrim, who was trapped in chains, into the air, flapped his wings and flew away from the battlefield, and then ordered his little sisters Val'kyr:

"Find more valuable souls and bring them back together."

The ghost wolf Frostclaw next to Orgrim still wanted to roar and fight back, but was quickly tied up with chains one by one by the remaining Shadow Val'kyr girls.

The ghost wolf kept struggling, but was bound tighter and tighter by the black chains. Seeing its master being lifted up by the leader of Navagri, Frostclaw's roar also turned into a pleading whimper.

It was begging the evil not to take away its master.

But the pleading of the loyal beast only received the cold ridicule of those evil ones.

You can't always expect the monsters to show mercy.