MTL - Azeroth Shadow Trail-Chapter 66 65. Blake's career crisis

   Chapter 66 65. Black's Career Crisis

   Nearly half a month ago, when Black was receiving treatment from Pope Alonthos Fao in Lordaeron, the legendary priest used the Holy Light Blessing to cut off the link with Hell.

   He knew then that this meeting was going to happen tonight.

   Since the **** was occupied by the madman Hela, in the hundreds of thousands of years, no soul watched by Hela can escape that ghost place.

  Black has been marked with the mark of hell, and he cannot escape.

   And the momentary kindness of Fao's crown has brought this "little" trouble to Black right now. The blessing of the Holy Light may be regarded as a provocation by Hela.

   would even be seen as a sign of Black's defection.

   After all, Hela is a lunatic, who can guess what the lunatic thinks?

  Black fought in the gloomy and icy coastal fog, and he soon saw the old acquaintance, Hablon, the navigator of the Nagfar, standing on the sea beyond the beach.

  Where he stood, the sea stopped flowing.

   Behind him, the deadly and deep keel battleship, the ghost ship Nagfar, was quietly suspended above the sea, like a dead beast that had sailed out of the abyss and had been stranded.

   Hundreds of Kvaldir Mist Warriors, fully armed and wrapped in seaweed barnacles, were staring at the dark green ghost fire eyes, looking at Blake Shaw who appeared from the shadows.

   Their eyes are hardly friendly.

   Just like Hablon, the soul-seeker wearing a thick crimson robe and a gray hood, stared at him at this time, it made Black's soul feel as if it was frozen.

   The current battle proved Black's worst guess.

   They are not here to question, investigate, or help.

  They are here to execute!

   This can be seen from the ghost war scythe held in Hablon's left hand, with an ominous black light mixed in the pale white. This weapon really resembles the blade of the legendary death gods who harvested the soul.

   is full of death majesty and a sense of ritual before execution.

   "I can explain."

  Blake stretched out his hands rudely and made a military salute of a certain country that represented "goodwill" and "give up resistance" in every world.

   He said to the soul-seeker in the mist that was getting colder and thicker:

   "This is an accident. During the half month that I cut off contact with Hell, I continued to serve the Queen every day, and my loyalty to the Queen has not changed in the slightest.

  If Your Excellency Spirit Inducer can put down the war scythe in your hand, and give me a little time.

   I can prove it with something. "

   "When your soul reaches the **** on the other side, Her Majesty will be happy to listen to your self-defense on her throne. After all, you have gained her precious trust, spirit hunter."

  Habloon said in a tone that fits the tone of a dead man:

   "But unfortunately, you betrayed this trust."

"I do not have!"

  The pirates argued loudly:

   "I just had an accident. The encounter with the Holy Light was not of my own accord. You should understand, Soul Inducer, there are many forces on this continent that I can't resist.

   There is another identity of mine, you know, how should I put it, it is more special. I'm not playing with lies and trying to deceive you.

  Look, I bring proof of fidelity. "

   He threw his own soul lamp, but the latter did not reach out to pick it up.

  The thrown soul-inducing lamp was held up like an invisible hand, and was sent to the soul-inducing person in the ghost's claws turned into a cold mist.

   He scanned the objects with his grey eyes.

  There are more than a dozen screaming souls in the soul lamp, all from the elite orcs harvested along the way. Each soul is very violent, full of anger and unwillingness.

   Those screams represent their vitality.

   Just like the souls of the orc warriors who were constantly sent to Hell by Black during this period of time, it was a rare good thing in the tide of souls that were cruising on the sea in the past.

   "That's all, it's not enough."

   The Soul Inducer shook his head, looked at Black, and said:

   "The Queen's anger is quite fiery."

   "So I have a better gift for my supreme **** queen."

  The pirate grinned, took out a soul stone from the magic bag, and threw it to Hablon, the soul-inducing person, who reached out and took it this time.

   The soul stone cast by fel energy made his eyes show disdain.

   But the soul stored in the soul stone made him unable to reach out and touch it.

"what!"

   With Hablon's fingers pulling, the soul of the Orc Warlock, Kridan the Crusher, was easily pulled out of the Soul Stone, turned into a light spot, and fell into the hands of the Soul Inducer to play with.

  Habloon was clearly interested in such souls.

   He put Kridan's soul under his nose, sniffed lightly, and said with satisfaction:

   "Well, this soul is indeed different."

   "It was infected with the poison called ambition, and sublimated in the distillation of arrogance and brutality, and instead of blood flowing in its body, it was viciousness and madness.

   It succumbs to its own desires, immersed in the illusion of power.

   Let the darkness ferment in the mind, and in the continuous conspiracy, turn yourself into a bottle of mellow and degenerate old wine.

smell it.

   This decadent sweetness. "

   The Soul Inducer let out a low laugh.

   He put this soul into the lantern around his waist, and he said:

   "It will be the Queen's new plaything, and the Queen will love your carefully chosen gift, but her anger"

   "I know, I know, I made a big mistake."

  Black breathed a sigh of relief when he saw Habloon's reaction. He took out the remaining soul stones from his suitcase and gave them to Habloon. He would be very humble.

He says:

   "After being blocked by the Holy Light, I have been preparing for this self-defense, I am lucky, I have found these unique souls for the Queen.

   There are many more here, all as special as that one. "

"really."

  Habloon held the four or five soul stones that Blake handed over in his hand, and carefully distinguished each soul. As Blake boasted, the souls of these orcs are quite "chic".

   This also aroused the interest of the Spiritualist himself, and he asked:

   "So, spirit hunter, where did you find these fallen souls who were born to belong to hell?"

   "They're from the same place, soul-taker."

  Blake rubbed his hands together and explained:

   "An organization called the Shadow Council is full of such scumbags, I noticed their speciality, and I have been hunting them for Her Majesty the Queen.

   And now, I got a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. "

   He looked at Hablon and said:

   "I have learned that the leader of the Shadow Council, the most depraved and darkest villain that can be found in the mortal world, and a peerless villain who may not appear in a thousand years, is planning a dangerous thing.

   I already have a plan.

  I intend to dedicate that ugly and extraordinary darkest soul to our supreme Her Majesty the Queen, as the most perfect tribute after my dereliction of duty, in the hope of seeking Her Majesty's forgiveness.

  I can do it with confidence.

   But I still need time. "

   He paused and said to Habloon who looked at him meaningfully:

   "Just ask the soul guide, first pass these souls to Her Majesty the Queen, and then pass it on to our Majesty for me, I know I have betrayed her trust.

  This sin requires the greatest effort to heal.

   I am willing to die for the Queen, to challenge the strong enemy that I can't match. I hope that this kind of dedication can prove my loyalty again.

   I only need one month

   After a month, I will give her a real gift.

   I am not boasting.

   This is definitely the best and most perfect gift that Her Majesty the Queen has received in the past 100,000 years, and I will personally deliver it to Queen Hela.

   And all she needs to do is wait.

   Give me a little more patience. "

"patience?"

  Habloon smiled, his gray ruthless eyes, staring at Blake, and said:

   "What you have asked for is the most generous blessing that Her Majesty the Queen can give you.

   You have a big appetite, spirit hunter, but for the sake of these 'gifts' that will definitely make Her Majesty's mood happy, I'll pass it on for you.

   But, you brought other people. "

   The soul-inducing person's eyes crossed the fog and looked into the dark shadow. He said in a hoarse tone:

   "Is that hiding female orc your comrade? Or a lost ignorant soul who wants to see the scenery of hell? Well, if your gift can include her, it will be more perfect.

Believe me.

  Spirit hunter, if there is such a tough and tough soul to dedicate to the Queen, the trust you crave will be satisfied immediately, and the Queen will even reward you generously. "

   Black shrugged and said:

   "That's just an idiot who doesn't know anything about the shadows of death, Soul Inducer, my plan needs her strength, and with all due respect.

  If she wants to run, even with your help, I can't keep her. "

   "You underestimate Hell, my companion."

  Hablon withdrew his gaze, he picked up the spirit lamp, and said faintly:

   "Her Majesty intended to use your execution tonight to warn her other subordinates. She specially ordered you to suffer, so I brought Gaum, the vicious dog guarding the gate of the Land of Shadows.

   If you need her, she will die here tonight without any accident.

   As long as you nod, my companion. "

  Blake's eyes blinked, and without thinking too much, he shook his head regretfully and said:

   "Without her help, I couldn't hunt that Darkest Soul for the Queen.

   Her presence is necessary, my companion.

   So, tonight, please the supreme death and let her go with some kindness. "

"as you wish."

  Hablon closed his eyes and used his own soul-inducing lamp as a relay to send Black's "sincerity" into the distant hell. After a while, the soul-inducing person reopened his eyes.

   The scythe in his hand dissipated, and he said to Black:

   "The Queen is very interested in those souls and your slightly exaggerated promise. She will give you a month, but, spirit hunter, this is your last chance.

  If you let her down again"

   "I understand, I understand how tragic that end is."

  Blake straightened his back and said seriously:

   "Because I am afraid of that outcome, I will do my best, but in this process, I may need some help from the Nagfar.

   I need to go far beyond the sea. "

   "We will answer your call."

   The soul-inducing man waved his hand and said:

   "Furthermore, it's not enough to go all out, hunter of spirits, your repentance is the only way to succeed, and any failure will make you doomed forever.

   Come forward! "

  Blake shrugged and took a step forward. Hablon raised his left hand and slashed downwards. The phantoms of the ghost war scythes swept across Black's body and slashed on top of his soul.

   In his regretful gaze, the Holy Light blessing from His Majesty Faao was torn apart in an instant.

  Those mourning holy lights danced around Black like dots of light, but soon disappeared into the gloomy night, and he felt the viscous coldness again.

   "Grasp your last chance."

  Habron turned and stepped on the frozen water, back to the deck of the Nagfar, the sea swaying again as he held the rotten rudder.

   As the keeled battleship slowly sank into the sea, he looked at Black and warned:

   "Few people can get a precious second chance in the queen's hands, soul hunter. Cherish it, like the life you have now."

  The pirates watched the messenger leave.

   A few seconds later, in the dissipating fog, he said to the empty shadow behind him:

   "Now, are you relieved? Madam, you see, hunting down Gul'dan means a lot to me. If you fail, you will be controlled again and you will still be alive.

   Although humiliating.

   But at least you can get a life.

   But if I fail

   I'm done.

   is like dancing on eggs.

   So, stop wasting time and start my second phase of training. "

   (end of this chapter)