MTL - Azeroth Shadow Trail-Chapter 58 57. Dragon Slayer (Part 2)

   Chapter 58 57. Dragon Slayer (Part 2)

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  The dragon tail dancing like a warhammer lifted up, as if it was about to smash down at Black, but the moment it was lifted, the huge dragon tail fell to the ground again because of its weakness.

   The pirate holding the soul lamp was not affected at all, but the snow carried by the shock wave spread all over his body.

   The soul-inducing lamp in his hand extended four or five pale white lights, like chains, deep into the slender neck where Sefir had been cut in half.

   This soul-retaining lamp seems to sense that a strong and weak soul is approaching.

  It has to fulfill its mission of being.

   It's going to take that soul away.

  The ominous rays of light wrapped around the broken neck and flesh of the young dragon, like a storm, and in the gloomy wind howling, it turned into a low whimper with the screams of the young dragon Sefir.

  A nearly complete soul was pulled out of the dragon's body little by little.

"Do not!!"

   The young dragon was screaming.

  It is not dead yet, so the soul will not leave the body.

   But at this time, the dying life force was receiving the pollution impact of the void, making it completely powerless to resist the pulling and pulling of the soul-inducing lamp.

  The light from **** illuminated the darkness around Blake, making his thin body look extremely ominous.

   The frantically dancing white light reflected in his eyes, but he had a bit of the gloomy temperament that a ghost hunter in **** should have, and at his feet, the trembling little murloc was holding a small jar.

   was receiving the viscous dragon blood flowing from the wound of the young dragon.

  In order not to expose himself, Deathwing used the minimum strength. The Elementium Arrow that pierced the young dragon only had a Void Beacon attached to it.

   There is no voided flesh pollution.

   The depravity in front of him started from the soul, from the inside out. Before Sefir's soul was defeated, its flesh and blood was still pure and not polluted by the void.

  Dragon blood, this is a good thing!

   "You should thank me and don't have to say no."

  Blake held the spirit lamp in both hands, and watched the substantive young dragon's soul in front of him being bound and pulled away from the body.

  He presided over this somewhat cruel ceremony, saying:

   "My connection with Hell is now temporarily cut off by the Holy Light. Before Hela finds me again, your soul can temporarily reside in the Soul Lamp.

   But Hela, will definitely find me.

   That lunatic won't let me get away like this.

  Maybe tomorrow, maybe in a few days, its messenger will come with the wrath of hell, I have a plan to quell this anger, and then find a chance to get rid of that lunatic Hela once and for all.

but you

  Sefir, you must find a way to save yourself.

   Once her messenger finds out, I have a dragon soul in my lantern.

  I will throw you out without hesitation as a gift to the Queen of Hell, and I believe that this gift is enough to appease all Hela's dissatisfaction with me.

   Except that Her Majesty is an unreasonable, greedy, and insane lunatic, she is actually very easy to get along with.

do you understand me?

  Be good and obey me.

   In view of your current situation, I don't think it's rational for you to choose to refuse, and if you think about it for the better, all you have lost is a hopeless body that has already begun to degenerate.

  You just let the sadness go down as a ghost under my control.

   But at least you can live, don't you?

   Maybe at some point in the future, you can tell your compatriots in person about the news of Deathwing's return to the world, you care about them, and you don't want them to suffer the same fate as you.

  You have to survive first.

   So, how are you going to answer me? "

  Black stared at the young dragon's weak, hated and chaotic serpent pupil, and glanced at the sky again.

   He said with malicious threats:

   "I heard the sound of the black dragon flapping its wings. The descendants of Deathwing are coming soon. You have to make a decision quickly. If you wait any longer, I can leave."

   "Don't go. Don't leave me behind"

  Sefir was helpless.

   It has never been so helpless since it was born as a dragon.

   It is just a small baby dragon, and it has no legendary story, and has not experienced a memorable life, but was forced into this desperate situation by fate.

   After all, in terms of the dragon's timescale, it's just a child.

   Seeing that Blake pulled away from the soul lamp, he was about to escape into the shadows, but he was already infected by the void, and he felt that his soul was about to be alienated.

   it shouted:

   "Come on! Pull out my soul! Hurry up! The void is pulling me, the king of time is on top, it hurts, it hurts, hurry up!"

   "That's right, but I can't do it myself without your help."

  Black turned around and lifted the spirit lamp again, he said:

   "You have to be weak enough that I can extract your soul, this body is dead, you have to throw something away before you can travel light

   This is cruel, but necessary! "

   "Wow"

  The delirious Sefir, who was already tortured by the Void, heard this, he summoned his last strength, waved his paw, and slapped a paw on his neck.

  The sharp dragon claws have the power to die, tearing apart most of its neck.

   This is suicide.

  Hot dragon blood mixed with broken dragon scales scattered everywhere.

  Stupid little fishman Benpolba was still holding a jar of dragon blood, but he couldn't dodge it. He was sprayed with dragon blood and splattered all over his body.

  It was strangling its neck, and it was very painful. It must have been accidentally swallowed.

  The pirates picked up the stupid little murloc, stuffed it into the rucksack at his waist, and held the soul-inducing lamp in both hands, and the pale arc of light danced from the lamp.

  Sefir was weak enough, and it stopped resisting, and the young dragon's soul was pulled out faster, and was carried back to the soul lamp by the pale light.

   It's a giant dragon.

   Its soul is almost as large as its body.

  The pirate felt his hand sink, and another scorching heat flowed down his arm into his body, probably the contaminated fragments of Sefir's soul stripped.

   Soul Lamp obviously doesn't like the power of the void.

   It comes from **** and is an extension of Hela's power. Before Hela went mad, Hela was the ultimate creation on the order side, the guardian of the world made by the Pantheon Titans who shaped the stars and all things.

   Although Hela has been crazy for hundreds of thousands of years now.

   But its metamorphic death power still has a strong resistance and suppression to the void. When the soul-inducing lamp contained Sefir's soul, it "cut out" all the contaminated parts.

   turned out to be cheaper for Black.

  These fragments are obviously not as much experience as slaughtering a young dragon.

   But it was a pleasant surprise.

   casually threw it into the Ranger class, raising the level to level 18, but the experience bar of the pirate class level 30 was still stuck at 99%, and he could not continue to inject experience, which made Blake extremely helpless.

   In the current state of the messenger of hell, it was temporarily sealed by the power of the Holy Light, and the soul-inducing lamp could not be connected to the hell, and it was safe for Sefir to live in it.

   But only temporarily.

   "We have to talk."

  Blake quickly picked up a few jars filled with dragon blood on the ground, took some still intact dragon scales, and then rushed to the griffin several hundred meters away, quickly rushing into the night sky.

   In the gust of wind in the dark night, he raised the soul lamp before his eyes, and reached out and tapped on the surface.

Say:

   "We must talk about the future relationship between you and me.

   But you should rest first.

  Poor Sefir, the little girl must have been terrified after this bad night, and we will talk slowly when you wake up.

  Sleep, sleep, tomorrow is a new day, you and I will have a bright future. But if you still call me the insulting codename 'Remnant of Time'

   I will feed your arrogant young dragon to Hela! "

  Sefir did not respond.

  This poor young dragon has been temporarily stripped from the timeline by the power of the void, and its future and past, as well as the illusion of time at each point in time, are showing signs of collapse.

   For a bronze dragon, this state is infinitely close to true "death".

   It has entered the weakest and most powerless state that a time guardian can exist.

   It desperately needs a break.

   Blake, who was riding on the Griffin, hung the soul lamp on his waist, glanced at the character card, and found that his title column had added the title of "Dragon Slayer".

The effect of    is the same as the title of Orc Killer. After wearing it, it will increase the lethality to all dragon creatures, and it will come with action modifiers.

   "It's useless."

   Black said regretfully:

   "With the current strength, there is no chance of winning against the young dragons. At most, you can bully those sub-dragons, young dragons and half-blooded dragons. However, it is said that bathing in dragon blood will strengthen the body.

   In the next few months, the dragonmaw orcs will probably start drinking red dragon blood to ward off the debilitating effects of the demon blood, which proves that this claim is not groundless.

Um.

   Once in the Hinterlands, give it a try. "

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   An hour after Black left, a huge shadow closed its body, gliding down in the cold night of Alterac, it was a giant dragon covered with black scales.

   Just by looking at the body length of more than 70 meters, you can know that this is an adult black dragon.

   And judging from its special arrangement of dragon horns that grow like a crown, a back ridge like an elegant purple fin on its back, and especially huge claws and eyes.

   This is also a female black dragon.

   should be the bloodline of the Dragon King, Neltharion, the pure-blooded descendant of Deathwing.

"found it."

   It was cruising over the inaccessible snow-capped mountains and forests, such as patrolling its own territory, and quickly found its target. The body of the bronze young dragon Sefir was lying in a pool of blood.

   The entire neck was cut by one third of his dragon claws, and a pair of yellow snake pupils and dragon eyes had already lost the luster of life.

   "Hey, it's a bit of a decision to commit suicide."

  The black dragon landed in the jungle, and quickly turned into a lady with black hair and black eyes, a graceful figure, and a long skirt. She folded her arms and looked at the corpse as huge as a hill in front of her.

   shook his head and said:

   "I hate corpses, but my disrespectful brother seems to like to play with them, and he might be able to sew another monster out of this poor baby dragon's corpse.

Um?

   What about the soul of this bronze dragon? Father did it himself, there should be a soul corrupted by the Void in this corpse! The corpse is still mutilated.

   Lack of dragon horns, some dragon scales, a few dragon claws and tendons, and a smooth cut in the neck, someone else had been here before me! "

   The black dragon lady took a few steps forward. It explored around and found nothing valuable.

   But when it stretched out its hand and released a dragon language magic, it immediately felt a residual energy that was colder than the surrounding snow-capped mountains.

   "It is the power of death."

   Lady Black Dragon took a cautious step back, and then narrowed her seductive and beautiful eyes.

   "Hell? Or that pesky troll Loa? But Alterac is not their traditional sphere of influence, so how could their minions be here?

Um.

do not care.

   Those are not levels that I can intervene, so I will leave them to my brutal father, but I guess it won't care too much. All it needs to fight tonight is this corpse. "

   (end of this chapter)