MTL - Azeroth Shadow Trail-Chapter 137 45. We are all Akunda! ! ! 【7/15】

   Chapter 137 45. We are all Akunda! ! 【715】

   The Nagfar, which appeared this time, did not cover itself with fog.

   The soul-inducing man, Hablon's belt, the soul-inducing lamp, holding the soul-repelling scythe, stood on the deck of the keel battleship so generously, and appeared on the sea under the sunset.

   He looked at the island reef full of treasures in front of him.

   His ruthless gray eyes did not stop for a single ounce on the treasure of that island.

   Those are meaningless to the dead.

   He knew that the betrayer of hell, Black Shaw, the hunter of spirits, was on the island in front of him.

   "I've been waiting for this day for too long, and I'm honored to do it myself. It's been too long for me to feel the passion of this hunt."

   The pale hand of the soul-inducing person spun a few threads on the scythe.

   "Just the way you humans do"

   In the low voice of self-talk, his left hand swung back a few lines.

   A few seconds later, on the rotten and gloomy deck of the Nagfar, among the broken masts and sails, a red flag was slowly raised.

The   vrykul have no tradition of such blood flags.

   But Black of Kul Tiras knew what that meant.

   Kill them all! Not one left!

   Decisive battle, here we come.

   Today, on the stage of this sea of ​​plundering, between him and Hablon, only one can survive.

   "These big villains always like to appear in the finale. It's a bad habit, right?"

  Black was leaning on the legendary blade Sanksu. He picked up a gold coin from under his feet and threw it to Garona, saying:

   "Remember that question I asked you earlier? Madam."

   "I can't remove the death power from Hablon, but I can give you the same death power. This battle has finally become fair."

   He stared at the keel ghost ship in front of him, without turning his head, he said to Garona behind him:

   "In this battle, I invite you to fight to the death with me, without leaving any way out."

"Hey!"

   Garona tossed the cursed gold coin in her hand, and the orc assassin said in a relaxed tone:

   "You ask me to help you kill people, but the price of an assassin like me is very high."

   "Of course I'll pay you enough to satisfy you, ma'am."

  Black took a deep breath and said softly:

   "I will give you a message. About your background, about your mother, about your relatives who are still alive, is this price appropriate?"

   Garona's relaxed expression suddenly changed.

   She stared at Blake's back, her tone was extremely cold at this instant, as if it was the first time Blake and her met, as if the two were still strangers.

she says:

   "You know, you're joking about this, right? Blake Shaw, I'm only asking you once, are you serious?"

   "If I were you, ma'am, I would choose to believe."

The pirate grinned, rubbed the hilt of his sword, and said:

   "After seeing me come this far, do you still have questions about the knowledge in my mind?"

   "Remember what you said, Blake."

   Garona opened her pocket and threw the cursed gold coin into it. In the next instant, the **** of death covered her with the power transmitted by the curse, making Garona's body quickly undead.

   Her tone became hoarse.

   She drew out the two kingslayer blades from her waist and said:

   "I'll fight to the death for you and give my life, but if I don't get paid, I'll kill you with my own hands if you let me down, my friend.

   Neither Bwonsamdi nor Hela can protect you! "

   "No, Garona Haverson!"

  Blake is also the first time to call Garona's full name, he said in a low tone:

   "I never let my friends down. Master! You'd better get one too, and let's get started."

   This time, Mei Li Dongfeng did not insist on his own principles.

   The Nagfar in front of him and Hablon, the soul-seeker, are not enemies of the rank of the Pirate King Zemlan, who has been weakened by time.

   Even as a legendary human spellcaster who has lived for three thousand years, if he is not fully prepared, he will still die here.

   After all, the enemy in front of you is from **** in the true sense.

   The old mage did not take any gold coins. He very stylishly took over an ancient elf empire style scepter from the flattering warlock Blood Eyes next to him.

   When he put the scepter into his waist, his body, which he had already lost, was once again strengthened by the power of the curse of death.

   But fortunately, he was already accustomed to the state of no breathing and no life, and he didn't need to spend any more time adjusting to this new state. The moment Blake raised the sword, the old mage repeated his old tricks.

   In the throbbing violet arcane brilliance, the ice pick that was too strong spilled out, this time with a wider range and less fine control.

  As the ice surged, it was like an ice ring vibrating and dispersing, and the ice seal visible to the naked eye ran along the sea that became more and more dead after the appearance of the Nagfar.

   In the blink of an eye, a large battlefield shaped by ice was placed horizontally between Treasure Island and the slowly approaching keel ghost ship.

   "Don't let him break the ice before we dash into the ghost ship."

   The pirate warned.

   fastened Zemran's head on his belt, and was the first to set foot on the ice with the legendary blade.

  As he threw out the hook lock and galloped forward, all the people, all the undead, and all the bones on the entire Treasure Island began to charge for the war.

   "Ah! Come on! The **** of hell!"

  Red Blackhand, the undead orc, violently ripped off his armor, and while running, he shouted frantically with his sword in hand:

   "I've endured you for a long time! Chops! Come on! I'm going to avenge my clan!"

   Every orc behind him let out a similar roar.

   The once-promising and powerful Black-toothed Smile Clan are now the only ones left, and the other brothers and comrades they used have all died at the hands of those **** mist warriors.

   Even their souls were eaten by the **** ship in front of them.

  In the past, they lacked strength, and they wanted to use their own strength as their companions, and it was almost impossible to avenge these **** undead spirits, but now, they also have the power to curse!

   They can finally justifiably, on this sea, fight to the death with the enemies who once humiliated them and tortured them.

   Even under the leadership of a human being.

   Even if they were orcs, they called that human captain a little humiliating

   And the troll exiles who charged with the bitter orcs, to be honest, did not have any special hatred or feelings for the monster ship that suddenly appeared in front of them.

   They just passively follow Black's charge.

  After seeing Black slashed the pirate king's ship with his own eyes and found the treasure of the pirate king, they already had a fear of Black in their hearts.

  Under the blessing of the peculiar talent of notoriety, they would rather face unknown monsters than be decapitated by the group of **** troll skeletons behind them because they are afraid of fighting.

  Well, speaking of these troll skeletons, they are the most fanatical fighters under Black's command.

   Even they don't know if Blake's promise of freedom is true.

   But at least, he made a promise

   In the long curse of seven thousand years, this is the first time these cursed people taste the taste of hope.

   Ah, hope, so sweet, so beautiful, so attractive, so desperate.

   "woo woo woo"

   Witnessed the frozen sea in front of him, and watched the traitor Black, with a group of messy guys, charge the mighty Nagfar.

  Habloon's expression also changed.

   But he didn't panic at all.

   In the low sound of the Vrykul horn, the pirates and warriors of the Kvaldir Mist Legion also roared wildly, armed with halberds and swords, jumped off the ship, and stepped on the ice.

   Faced with this head-on challenge, the vrykul are never afraid!

   Whether they are alive or after they have fallen into hell!

   "Whoosh"

  The shadow suddenly appeared, and the moment when the Kingslayer's two blades broke out of the shadow, in Garona's will to die, the brutal power endowed by the shadow was activated.

   At this moment, Garona was like Ms. Pasonia Shore who attacked Old Dahl that night. She was wrapped in Shattered Shadows and attacked the half-giant Hablon at the fastest speed.

The speed of    is too fast, and there are shadows that have turned into real and false illusions. At this moment, it seems that nearly a dozen Garona are besieging Hablon.

   Each flicker lasted for less than a millisecond, and the legendary assassin's slaughter feast prevented Habloon from capturing her.

   But you don't have to capture the soul-seeker.

  The moment he appeared in Garona, he directly activated Hela's blessing.

   Garona only hit him with the first knife, and the rest of the attack was blocked by the violent white light on the soul-inducing lamp.

   He knew that he could not stand the slashing of the legendary double-edged sword. The two daggers of the legendary assassin had the blessing of darkness from a powerful person who was no weaker than His Majesty Hela.

   was just slashed, and Hablon's body of the dead had wounds left by the corrosion of venom. He was a true legendary body, and he couldn't stand this strange toxin.

   Seeing that after the slaughter feast, Garona received another high-level combat skill that fell from the sky.

  Shadows gathered and scattered into scarlet blades, hundreds of shadow daggers, wrapped around Garona and leaped into the sky, and in the staggered double-blade piercing, launched a deadly attack on Hablon from the top of her head.

  Even if it is an undead, the head is the fatal point.

   "Go away!"

  The Dementor Scythe in Habulon's hand swung, and the howling soul turned into purple light and shadows and flew out from his worn-out crimson robe, with a piercing scream, and frost descended.

   The soul-inducing person did not distinguish, and swung the scythe in all directions, and the six dark red magic blade scythes rolled in all directions, and closed again in the next instant.

   involved all the creatures within a dozen meters around Hablon and smashed them to pieces.

   Garona jumped back into the shadows just before the scythes closed, as if she had never been there.

   In this fatal assassination, as an assassin, she missed.

   But as a bait, she is very qualified!

   "Woo!!"

   The strange sound of a horn sounded like a thunderbolt on the deck of the ghost ship behind the Inducer, and Hablon, who was blessed by the death power of Queen Hela, suddenly turned his head.

   saw Black walking out of the shadows, holding a legendary blade in his left hand and a thunder-splashing horn in his right hand.

   He didn't blow it.

   The horn is ringing in itself, that is the sound of the storm!

  The gust of wind and thunder are rapidly gathering, and when the soul-inducing person notices, it has gathered to the limit. The most important thing of powerful power is the power of divinity!

  Garona is just a bait to attract his attention, and the horn in Black's hand is the killer!

   "Don't think about it!"

  Habron danced around him with the light of the runes used by vrykul spellcasters to teleport him to safety.

   But just after the light of the rune was lit, there was an inaudible force behind it, and it flicked lightly on the magic line.

   The teleportation technique that had just been formed collapsed immediately.

   "Rune magic is not a spell you are good at, right? After all, how could the magic line of a legendary spellcaster be exposed so easily?"

  Merry. The voice of the winter wind came from behind.

   The soul-inducing person has no time to pay attention.

   In front of him, in the gathering of thunder and lightning, Blake grinned brightly, and he shouted loudly:

   "Now, we are all Akunda!"

   "Boom"

  Dazzling thunder and lightning roared from the horn in Black's hand.

  The powerful **** Loa, the **** of storms and rebirth, Akunda's full blow, first converged into a thunderous tau lizard shaking its head and tail.

   jumped and smashed into the divine shield in front of the soul-inducing person while howling.

   Amidst the thunder and molten iron splashing, a shocking black spot appeared on the mask composed of the divine power of death bestowed by Queen Hela under Hablon's stunned gaze.

   is like madly knocked glass.

   The Soul Inducer looked at the black spot in front of him, and he suddenly realized something that he hadn't paid attention to.

   He has traveled too far on the endless sea in pursuit of Black.

   He is too far from hell.

   He is too far away from Hela.

  The glory of the Queen of Hell stops outside Zandalar, this is not her territory.

  It can't be seen on this sea area..

   "click"

   As the first crack emerged, the sound of despair officially sang.

   (end of this chapter)