MTL - Azeroth Shadow Trail-Chapter 11 10. Black the Hell Hand

   Chapter 11 10. The Hand of Hell Black

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

  In the dark place under water, where the sunlight is hard to reach, a behemoth is docked in the deep sea, in the distorted shadow like a living thing.

   is far away, and there is refraction by the water surface, so it is difficult to see the whole picture of the thing clearly.

   is like a bloated lobster crawling on the bottom of the sea, and like a huge octopus, stretching its long tentacles in the abyss.

   That is a boat.

   A keeled battleship.

   No deck and hull in the traditional sense.

   As far as Blake’s eyes can see, there are only skeletons erected on both sides like the gray-white skeletons of giant dragons, wrapped in tattered wood covered with seaweed and barnacles.

   It looks like a giant's spine that has been drawn out.

   At the bow of the ship, it was embellished with a blue-gray dragon-head skeleton, like an exaggerated head of the ship. The white skeleton seemed to maintain the roar of the beast before it died.

   Its mouth is wide open.

   Sixteen ferocious canine teeth staggered up and down.

   In the dark skeleton eye hole, there is still green light shining under the deep sea, and around this ghost ship, there are similar bone lamps lit.

   That light set off the keel ship like a ghost after death.

   It also has a mast.

   Just soaked in the sea, between the two masts, tattered sails like the shroud of the dead were hung, and those rotten fabrics swayed in the water.

   As if the wind really blows them.

   Horn sound.

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

  Under Blake's increasingly stunned gaze, those sturdy half-giant fog warriors were dragging the struggling orcs, Naga's souls, out of the abyss and into the keel warships from all around the sea.

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

   And that weird horned helmet.

   That's the vrykul!

   The degenerate species of ancient humans living in the northern continent of Northrend and the surrounding areas are the ancestors of modern human civilization.

  The human beings in the eastern continent are further degenerated from the vrykul. The reason why the human beings in Azeroth have the good physique that can fight the orcs is because of their "good genes".

  While Black looked down into the sea, the vrykul undead were also looking over here, their eyes twitching with green ghosts, seeing that Blake felt uncomfortable.

   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:

   "I am a little mortal, why should Queen Hela value me so much? I even let the most powerful **** navigator under the **** of death come to pick me up in person.

   Your name is Hablon, right?

  The navigator of the Nagfar, the most powerful subordinate of Queen Hela, and the soul-inducing soul of hell, I was born in Kul Tiras, and the legend of **** spreads in that ocean country.

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

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

   "Because of the soul."

   The soul-inducing person in front of him seems to be willing to share these secrets that only belong to the dead with Blake, who is about to become his companion.

   He stretched out his hand and lifted the soul-inducing lamp around his waist, and with a wave of his hand, a pale white light was like a chain, and it was fastened on Blake's body, and a gloomy cold penetrated into the bone marrow.

   It was as if he could draw his soul out of his body with a single stroke.

   "Since six years ago, the first time the orcs of another world set foot on the land of Azeroth, there were 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, gnomes.

  All souls fall to the ground, which is the gift of life, but their final return journey is led by my own hands. "

   The facilitator said to Blake as if he were reciting a poem:

   "Souls are tides, and we are sailors, we go with the flow. Every soul has value, and every soul needs to be put to good use."

   "Well, it makes sense."

   Black nodded.

   But in his heart he complained wildly:

   "If I hadn't known the virtues of your mad queen, I would have been deceived by your ignorant words.

  What currency or something, nonsense!

   All the souls in the entire hell, no matter where they come from, no matter how identities they are, are just cannon fodder in the eyes of the mad woman of Hela, and they will eventually be wasted in the private grudges between Hela and Odin.

   Tell the truth.

   I'd rather be hacked to death by Frostmourne and become a mindless undead than fall into Hela's hands.

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

   falls into your hands, it is endless torture. "

   "cough cough"

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

   "Mr. Hablon, before you take away my pathetic soul, please listen to me for a few words, okay?"

"Um?"

   The soul-inducing man in **** stopped turning around and looked at Black.

   The latter sorted out the language and said:

   "You take me now, what Queen Hela can reap is only a weak soul, look at me, I'm just a victim of the opening of a great era.

   I'm not even as strong as an orc.

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

   But I think, if I serve the great Queen of Hell in a different way, maybe our majesty can gain more."

   He glanced at Habloon and said:

   "As you said, I can draw souls.

   may be the gift of death, but it doesn’t matter, what I want to say is that you and the Nagfar run between the present and the **** every day, taking dead souls to hell.

   This is quite an honorable job, but after all, dead souls vary.

   If the great Her Majesty 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 the world of the living.

  You can only passively seek and lead.

   And I can take the initiative to find.

   Just as you are the best and most loyal **** navigator under Her Majesty Hela, I can also be the best soul hunter and soul 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, I hunt the living and do 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 from the ocean, and the Nagfar cannot reach them.

   They can only be ushered in wandering in the ruins, becoming sad spirits.

   But I can find them.

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

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

  Blake stopped.

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

   Although it looks like a risky gamble, to play with words.

   But Black was sure of this proposal in his heart. He knew some "little secrets" that the Queen of Hell couldn't tell others, and he also knew what the Queen wanted most.

  When one person knows the other person's strongest needs, and starts with that, and reaches an agreement, that's a done deal.

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

  Habloon was silent.

   The **** navigator was thinking, and in the gray eyes under the hood, light like dim stars floated. After five minutes of suffocating silence, he nodded slowly.

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

   As he spoke, Hablon took off the lantern from his waist.

   handed it to Black.

He says:

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

   "Of course, I'll prove it."

  Black grabbed the light soul-inducing lamp, and the moment it started, a chill from **** poured into Black's body, causing him to shudder greatly.

   In just a moment, his body was covered with frost, and even the little murlocs behind him were affected, causing Pemberba to sneeze twice.

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

  Habloon took one last look at Black, turned and was about to walk into the mist, but was called by Black.

   "Wait a minute, soul attractor."

"Um?"

   The Underworld Inducer looked back at Blake, and a muddy voice came from under the hood, saying:

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

   "Curse."

  Blake pointed to 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 down 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 should not be difficult for a powerful soul attractor.

  For this reason, I am willing to present this trivial cursed weapon as a gift of kindness to you. "

   Speaking, he quickly took out the suitcase containing the polluted Eye of Palles 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 Eye of Palles, the dark magic poured into his body again, and the sound of glass shattering also sounded in Blake's mind.

   He glanced at the character card.

   woohoo.

   The warrior class that had dropped to level 1 officially returned to zero, and disappeared like ink dissipated. Under Black's regretful gaze, one of his three ordinary classes was vacated.

   represents that he lost the possibility of becoming a good fighter.

   "Well, a little evil thing that can bind the soul and impose a curse, I also heard the annoying Void whispers from it."

  Habloon stretched out his pale hand and touched the surface of the purple-black orb.

   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 they have mixed in with the mad believers of the Void.

   Those dregs in the abyss are really pervasive.

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

   It's not difficult. "

   The Soul Inducer held the polluted Eye of Palles 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 the shadows, but your power is not pure, and you who are so impure cannot dedicate your strength to the Queen's great cause.

   Step forward, spirit hunter!

   Receive the blessings of hell. "

   (end of this chapter)