MTL - Azeroth Shadow Trail-Chapter 140 48. You must have done it on purpose, right? 【10/15

   Chapter 140 48. You must have done it on purpose, right? 【1015】

   On the Nagfar, whose deck was almost completely destroyed, the battle between Garona, Merry Winterwind and the weakened Star Vault has come to an end.

  Habloon has gone too far.

   He is in the South China Sea, and the entrance to Hell is in the North Sea. This is a distance that spans most of the world, and this is the place shrouded in the curse of Bwonsamdi.

  Hella is difficult to support him.

   He fought with the source power that has been hidden for many years, against the legendary powerhouses born in the two civilizations of orcs and human beings, confronted head-on, with one against two, without losing the wind.

   This is already a great strength.

   At least in the world of mortals, this is already the top level of strength, but unfortunately, under the entanglement of these two desperately fighting guys, I have to take the life of the betrayer and avenge my hurt love ship.

  This goal has become more and more remote as time goes by.

   But he was unwilling to give up.

   All the emotions in his heart may have been transformed into this stubbornness. As he said, he has seen the gods he followed fall, and he has lost the most important thing.

  When the sorrow of this loss struck again, he was unwilling to turn around and run away like a coward like the last time.

   He was going to take his boat.

   He was going to take away everything he had lost, the only home he had.

   "Om"

   Bwonsamdi's death power turned into a blood moon in the sky, and the scarlet light shone on the sea surface, and finally gathered on the bow of the Nagfar.

  Hablon's attack also stopped at this moment.

   He knew that even if he didn't want to, he had to go.

Once the troll God of Death Bwonsamdi, who also holds the power of death, joins the battle, his spirit will be permanently trapped here, and as he has lived in **** for hundreds of thousands of years, he knows better than anyone In the hands of the **** of death.

   He will not die.

   But he would be better off dead.

   He still has an unfinished mission, and these foolish flesh and blood will never know what the glory of the end of the fallen road that he and Hela insisted on will be.

   They are too stupid.

   They can't see the whole truth

   They also could not understand this kind of salvation at the cost of death.

   The gods are dead.

  The end of all things has walked on the road of destruction.

"Ugh"

  Hablon sighed deeply, burying all the helplessness and nostalgia in his heart, he finally glanced at Blake, who was shrouded in a red moon.

   He looked at the betrayer, and then at the keel ghost ship under his feet.

   "I'll come back and take you, I swear."

In a low voice, the soul-inducing person said something to the Nagfar, which was mostly damaged under his feet. Then, his figure burst into bright starlight, blocking Garona's dagger and Meri Winterwind's magic. .

   As the starlight dims, we must walk with the change of phase and disappear in this already doomed battlefield.

   "He's running! Merry, trap him!"

  Garona was wielding her two knives and was still trying to attack, but when the Star Vault, which was no longer attacking, used all her magic power for defense, even Merry Winterwind's magic could no longer hurt him.

   Moreover, the old mage's state is very wrong.

   While attacking the soul-inducing person, he would occasionally throw his magic power at Garona, who was fighting alongside him, as if he was out of control. What was even weirder was that this was a demi-lich who was supposed to specialize in the practice of ice magic.

   This will actually use Fel Fire.

  Merry Winter Wind's rotten eyes shone with confusion, and it could be seen that he was trying his best to control his mind, but Black told his secret the first time they met.

   The reason why this old mage couldn't fight with all his strength for a long time was because a Nathrezim demon was sealed in his body.

  This battle with Hablon obviously gave the fear demon king a glimpse of the possibility of escape. He was good at playing with demons that disturb the mind, and also attacked this sturdy old mage from within.

   After hearing Garona's cry, the old mage tried his best to raise the pine staff in his hand and bound it with the power of ice.

   But under the uncontrollable magic power, most of the Nagfar was frozen in the frozen iceberg in an instant.

   "Treasure your life."

  Habron's astral body was in phase, and he said in a low, hoarse voice:

   "In hell, there is always a place for you. Just sooner or later."

   Seeing that the star vault was about to dissipate, a trace of unwillingness flashed in the eyes of the legendary assassin.

  Even if she hated Gul'dan and the Shadow Council, the experience of living and growing up in them made Garona extremely hate the feeling of a failed assassination.

   This will make her feel like a useless piece of shit.

   "Get out of the way!"

   Just as the assassin's heart was getting colder, a familiar voice sounded behind her.

  Garona turned around in surprise, and saw that Blake was shattering the frozen iceberg all over his body as if he was resurrected with blood. Holding the legendary blade, he got up in the cold.

  The pirate still looks like an undead, but there is a scarlet light spot in his blue eyes, just like the light of the dissipating blood moon.

   That's a little mojo that Bwonsamdi "lent" to him.

   Well, the "magic" in the mouths of trolls is actually a proxy for things like power and magic. Don't think in an evil direction.

   However, some trolls who are not particular, such as Bwonsamdi, actually occasionally take this as a joke.

   Well, they are wild by nature, and they actually know that.

   In short, after Bwonsamdi finally gave Black a taste of his own mojo, the pirates also entered the augmentation of the "enchanted" state given by Gul'dan's Skull.

   But Bwonsamdi is stingy.

   It only gave Black a little mojo, so the pirates had to fight quickly.

   "Whoosh"

   The moment Garona disappeared into the shadows, Black's figure appeared in the shadow step, behind the star dome, and Habloon had a bright hunter's mark on his body.

   blocked the process of his escaping into phase.

   Then, it was that set again.

  Weapon master, death mark, bloodline bonus, proficiency increased by four levels in a row, and the power level jumped all the way from mortal to demigod, which is exaggerated and unbelievable.

   Only this time, with the blessing of Bwonsamdi's magic spirit, the tyrannical shadow that Blake cut out is finally not in a "scattering" state, and he can control it.

   Although it was very difficult to control, with this perfect shadow attack, the power of the demigod in the true sense was finally brought together, and there was no longer the exaggerated shadow roar before.

   was instead pressed on Sanksu's sharp blade, like the surface of a sharp blade, and was covered with a layer of shadow blades that cut everything.

  The compression and aggregation of power brings the destructive power that it should have.

   In the momentary perception of the star dome Hablon, there was an emotion that he had never had before. He had no heart, but at this moment he seemed to feel that he had a heart.

   And beating wildly.

This.

   Is this the coming of death?

   "Om"

  The star dome gathers its own magic power with all its strength, gathers the starlight into waves like the sea of ​​stars, and wraps its body tightly, but as the dark blade is drawn, the phantom of the galaxy seems to be cut open by a black line.

   A perfect slash, without the slightest bit of power leaking out, a moment after the legendary blade slashed across the star dome, a heavy exhaustion pressed down on Black.

   He also heard Bwonsamdi's roar:

   "Bastard! What the **** are you doing with old Bwonsamdi's mojo! How did you use that blow just now! Damn it! I knew you would consume so many mojos!

  I will do it myself!

  You **** stinky pirate! "

  Black wouldn't be in the mood to argue with Bwonsamdi. He landed briskly on the broken deck of the Nagfar, and in front of him, a dim starlight fell to the ground like a heavy object.

   is very much like those cloudy days, when you look up at the stars, you can only see a touch of illusion.

  The pirate grinned and dragged the legendary blade forward. As he walked, he hummed a familiar song until five steps later, he stood in front of Habloon.

The    star dome is still the same star dome, but the light on his body has been broken to the extreme, like a candle that is about to go out.

   "You are wondering why, like you, the star dome without the concept of death is also cut into this by my knife, right?"

   He turned Hablon's body over with his left foot and stepped on the starlight body, which had no physical sense. He looked down at the face that had no facial features and only dim starlight.

He says:

   "I ask you a question, my friend Hablon, do you think that the titans of the Pantheon gave you souls when they made your astral bodies?

  Do you have a soul? "

  Black raised the legendary blade in his hands, and the smile on his face slowly disappeared.

He says:

   "Sorry if you have that stuff, you're dead today, friend."

   "Poof"

   The black sharp blade passed through his body, nailing the star dome to the deck, and the familiar heat flowed into his arms, but the feeling this time was different from all the previous "experiences".

  The pirates can feel the difficulty of that heat flow.

   It's not because the power of his "hunting spirit" has weakened, but the soul in front of him is very special. He is not as weak and helpless as mortals, and he is not so easily broken.

   His starlight body is where his soul resides.

  Black held the handle of the knife and pressed the blade down inch by inch, until after that, he was half-knelt on the ground, and the sharp blade in his hand sank into Hablon's chest.

   The struggle of the star dome became weaker and weaker, until finally, it almost turned into a faint blue shattering light, like a light bulb with poor contact.

   "Hella lied to you."

  Blake felt the struggle of the soul in front of him, he said softly like a prayer of death:

   "Hela's so-called salvation is nothing but folly based on her madness. I don't know what the Maw warden of the Shadow Realm wants.

   But I can tell you that the Burning Crusade against Sargeras is definitely not in the plans of those so-called 'Eternals'.

   With their little power, are they worthy of fighting against fallen titans? "

"you you."

  Habloon raised his fingers and placed them tremblingly on Black's shoulders.

   He seemed to want to ask something, but the pirate just shook his head.

Say:

   "The base camp of the Burning Legion was moved to Argus, and the demons searched for something among the stars, and even slowed down the Burning Crusade, if only a little.

   Your gods did not die.

   Those supreme beings that can be born among the stars have souls just like you.

   Sargeras only destroyed their bodies, and their souls never gave up their resistance.

   You shouldn't have given up.

Poor man.

   You were just tricked by Hela. I wanted to tell you this sooner so that we could work together, but then I realized that you can't trust me.

  Hella will not allow you to believe me.

   So, for your titan creation who has gone the wrong way and done the wrong thing, just dying here is the best relief.

   Friends, stop struggling.

   Put out the fire in your heart and rest in peace.

  I will tell your story to your companions to prevent them from repeating the same mistakes as you, provided that I can meet their words. "

   "Ulduar goes to Ulduar, the observatory summons Algalon, he is the most powerful and wisest among us."

  Habron said to the pirates in his last voice:

   "Tell him my story, my mistakes, my sins, don't be like me, give up!"

"Um."

   Black nodded and said:

   "I'll help you spread the word, and in return, I want your ship, and I like it."

   "It's scared."

  Hablon's starlight body quickly collapsed in front of Black, and at the last moment, a starlight wrapped around Black's hand, like a strange black statue, which was folded by the pirates and held in his hand.

   He could still hear Habloon's last message.

   "It belongs to you, spirit hunter."

   "For me, take care of it. For me, spit on Hela!"

   "Om"

The    soul shattered actively, turning into a huge stream of heat that poured into Black's arms in an instant, just like when he assassinated Old Dahl, his arms were so hot that they almost melted.

   An influx of "experience" made by the unique soul transformation of a complete legend makes the character cards in front of the pirates shine like a bad contact.

   Those symbols were beating continuously, 455055, until they finally converged into a number that made Black frown.

   Pirate Class

   Level 59.

This.

  Blake lowered his head and glanced at the deceased souls scattered around him, he said in a low voice:

   "You must have done it on purpose, right?"

   (end of this chapter)