Shadow Trails in Azeroth

When he saw three hellfires smashing into the Tomb of the Gods, Blake, who was harvesting heads on the battlefield, knew that the matter of Garona and Gul'dan had entered the final stage.

He quickly killed the Ravager clan warrior closest to him, threw out the hook lock, and ran towards the entrance of the Tomb of the Gods.

And at the moment when he rushed up the cliff, he happened to see Garona's figure rushing out of the rumbling tomb of the gods.

"boom"

The legendary assassin with a relaxed look didn't say anything. He waved and dropped Gul'dan in his hand at Black's feet, and made a polite "please" gesture.

As for Mr. Pirate, he also didn't make any damn remarks.

He is still busy.

So much experience is waiting for him to harvest.

"Shua"

The legendary sword Sankesu jumped into his hand and was dragged forward by Black.

The sharp blade dragged on the ground, bringing up sparks, and Gul'dan, who was lying there unable to move his head or neck, glanced at the executioner, and the pirate also stared at him.

This is a human being I have never seen before

etc!

He has seen it!

Although the human being in front of him was wearing a face covering and his head was hidden, his eyes looked familiar, as if he had seen them a few days ago.

correct!

He has indeed seen it!

Dai Lin!

The King of the Sea, Daelin Proudmoore, has a pair of eyes like this!

"This is the first time you have met me, Gul'dan, but it is not the first time I have met you. Believe me, I am your 'old friend'. There was a time when I went to 'visit' every week. You once."

Black grabbed the legendary sword with both hands and silently blinked at Gul'dan who was lying there waiting for death.

He said in his heart:

"In the name of those two liquid hellfire mounts that are clearly on the drop list but I can't see them, die! You miser!"

"Shua"

Cut off with the sword.

Maybe he sensed who the guy whose head was about to be chopped off was.

The flame blade Sankesu, which had been silent all this time, suddenly lit up with elemental fire on the frosted black blade at the moment the blade cut through the air.

Blake was just like the old Dahl, wielding the legendary sword that was invincible and wrapped in flames, just like waving a ball of flame, creating a perfect arc in the air.

The rising fire illuminated Gul'dan's dark red eyes.

In the next moment, it cut into the bone and into the flesh without any hindrance.

And after that ball of fire lit up, there was only darkness in front of the great warlock's eyes.

fine.

fine

My body is dead, but my soul is finally free.

Gul'dan's soul floated out from the headless corpse. He had achieved the goal in advance. After his death, his soul would return to his loyal disciple Cho'gall.

He is free.

It's been a rough day today, but that's okay.

He still has a chance, he still has a chance.

"Buzz"

A pale light suddenly lit up in the darkness in front of the great warlock's eyes, like three or four dancing poisonous snakes, piercing the darkness and whizzing in, entangling Gul'dan in the astonished perception of his soul.

Little by little, he was dragged back to a cold, ghostly place that exuded low fog and ominousness.

wrong!

not like this!

My plan is not like this! ! !

"Look at him, he thinks he can still run. He's so cute and silly."

The more Gul'dan's soul struggled, the tighter it was bound by the pale light. Behind him, Blake, who was holding a bright soul-inducing lamp, looked at Gul'dan's soul with a very regretful look. soul.

After wearing the title of "Soul Hunter", he can see these ghosts that ordinary people cannot see.

This is a legendary soul.

If you turn it into experience.

Well, I don’t want to anymore.

This soul was to be given away as a "gift", and it was destined not to come into my own hands. What a pity.

"No!!!"

As Gul'dan's soul howled, he was completely dragged into the soul lamp by the power of Hades.

Logically speaking, the soul should only weigh 21 grams, but the moment Gul'dan's soul entered the soul-inducing lamp, Black's wrist suddenly sank.

"Good guy."

The pirate said in an exaggerated tone as if he were singing:

"How much sin has been added to it to make this soul so heavy? Maybe our Queen Hela will definitely dance with joy after getting it.

The premise is that she can really get it."

"Quack gua gua"

The little fishman huddled in Blake's arms seemed to have discovered something good.

It jumped out of the owner's arms quickly, ran out shaking its body, and ran back a few seconds later holding something.

He raised it high like a treasure and dedicated it to Black.

Those cute big eyes were full of flattery.

Obviously, the little fish man with an improved IQ knew that he had just made a mistake and broke a good weapon of the owner. He was trying to show his "competence" to make Blake feel relieved.

And what it holds in its paws is also magical.

That was Gul'dan's head severed by the Flame Blade.

This great warlock is the first warlock in Draenor and the first warlock in the orc civilization. He is one of the orcs who has been exposed to evil energy for the longest time.

Over the years, Gul'dan absorbed so much evil energy into his body that the blood flowing in his veins was no longer blood. When he was alive, he could suppress the surge of evil energy with his powerful spellcasting ability.

But after death, those evil powers lose control.

This energy originating from the depths of the stars and in the twisted void is inherently corrosive to the body and mind. The moment Gul'dan's soul left his body, it began to corrode the flesh and blood of the great warlock.

Right in front of Black and Garona, in the claws of the little murloc, the flesh and blood on Gul'dan's head was also rapidly emitting white smoke like wind.

It looks very much like biological materials that have been thrown into concentrated sulfuric acid.

In just the blink of an eye, all the flesh and blood on it faded away.

Only an orc skull wrapped in shadow and evil energy was left, as well as his eyes, the crystallized, dark red eyes, like gems, existing in the eye sockets of the skull.

"Ha, that's what I'm here for."

Blake grinned, hung the soul-inducing lamp on his waist, reached out and took Gul'dan's skull from the paws of the flattering little fishman, and tossed it in his hand.

He removed Gul'dan's crystallized eyes and placed them in his other hand.

Even if he is not a spell caster, he can feel the powerful magic power in these two things, the kind of magic power shock that can be detected without the use of eyes.

Blake glanced at the equipment slot of the character card, his eyes widening.

But he quickly regained his composure.

He looked back at Garona with her arms folded behind him, handed over the crystal eyes in his left hand, and said:

"Do you want to keep one as a souvenir? I can only take one. I want to give the other one away. As a reward for asking a big shot to keep the secret for me.

When he receives this gift, he will definitely be ecstatic, and he may have to recite Holy Light Blessing several times when praying at night.

In terms of my future career, it is very important to establish a good relationship with him in advance. "

"Ugh, that's disgusting."

Garona was in a good mood and even made a joke. She pretended to be disgusted, bared her fangs at the corner of her mouth, took a few steps back, waved her hand and said:

"I don't want to have anything to do with anything related to him anymore! Take it away from me and deal with it how you like.

How precious it is, it has nothing to do with me at all. "

"Okay, you don't want it yourself."

Blake shrugged, squatted down, and started searching Gul'dan's body that was also rapidly weathering, and said to Garona without raising his head:

“Chor’gall should still be on the island.

After Gul'dan died, only the ogre and Talon Bloodfiend were left in the Shadow Council to support the scene.

You should be interested in finding trouble with him and getting rid of two enemies in one day. I'm so happy for you, ma'am. Do you need help? "

"I can handle it myself."

Garona moved her fingers, and Blake's words aroused a sense of joy in her heart.

Indeed, it would be great if we could kill Cho'gall again on this island.

Of course, in order not to irritate Black's pride, the legendary assassin declined the pirate's offer to help. With Black's current strength, when faced with a warlock like Cho'gall, he would probably die if he was hit by one hit.

This is not like hunting Gul'dan, using terrain and coincidence to ambush, but a head-on battle. Taking him with you is just like taking a drag bottle.

Garona took a step back, escaped into the shadows, and disappeared on the spot.

Blake shrugged.

He was just being polite, and if he was asked to help, he wouldn't go.

Today's harvest is rich enough.

And he knew very well that Gu'gall would not die here.

Judging by how cunning the ogre was, the moment it noticed Gul'dan's death, it must have rubbed oil on its soles and fled.

"This is the second orc legend who died in my hands!"

While Blake opened the animal skin bag on Gul'dan's waist, he shamelessly boasted:

"Old Dahl and Gul'dan both died in my hands. Although the process was not so upright, it was me who took their lives.

After killing two legends with my own hands, I am now an out-and-out legend. "

"Shhh."

Sephiel's boos rang out from the soul stone on Blake's chest. The bronze baby dragon just couldn't stand the complacency of this time remnant.

But now that Gul'dan's soul has been captured in the Soul Lamp, Black's promise to madman Hela has been fulfilled, and at least he doesn't have to worry about him being taken back to Hades by Hela.

With Sephiel's current state, this is also a great good thing for her.

Moreover, although there was a bit of bragging in Black's words, he did kill two legends. His strength cannot be said to be strong, and there was an element of luck in both times.

But this courage alone is enough to be commended.

"That soul stone!"

Black opened Gul'dan's animal skin bag, and Sephiel immediately reminded him:

"The purple one has a weak soul inside, not an orc! She is in pain. Gul'dan must have tortured her severely. Do you want to release her?"

"Do you think I would be so kind?"

Blake asked back, put the weird soul stone into his pocket, and said:

"The soul that can be carried by Gul'dan must be a high-quality one.

Even if I don't use it myself, it's a good thing to keep it. If I make some big shot angry again in the future, I'll throw this 'dog bone' to those lunatics.

To calm their nerves

Uh, I feel a little dizzy. What's going on? "

Blake, who was talking strange words, suddenly felt dizzy at this moment, as if a flatulence was messing with his body. He rubbed his head and sat down on the ground.

The vision in front of me seemed to be shaking, as if I had a high fever.

Amidst Sephiel's call and the murmur of the little fishman, Blake's eyes became dazed and confused, as if he was half asleep.

He suddenly saw a blue sea.

The very familiar sea often appeared in his mind. It was the scenery of Kul Tiras.

In front of Blake's eyes, in the phantom-like picture, a figure wearing a military uniform, a navy cloak, a blue ribbon, and cool hair was standing in front of the blue sea.

That's him.

Another him.

Derek Proudmoore, the prince of Kul Tiras, the eldest son of Daelin and Caitlin, the brother of Jaina and Tanred, the hero of the Alliance, the man who died young.

A ghost that belongs to the past and will resurrect in the future.

"I thought you were dead."

Blake muttered to himself in a daze.

Sephiel was startled. She thought Hela was starting to make some small moves and was preparing to drag Blake's soul back to Hades.

But no.

This sentence was not said to Hela, or to her, or to anyone else.

That's what Blake said to himself.