MTL - Azeroth Shadow Trail-Chapter 81 80. The Real Proudmoore (Part 1)

   Chapter 81 80. The Real Proudmoore (Part 1)

   When he saw three hellfires smashing into the tomb of the gods, Black, who was harvesting heads on the battlefield, knew about Garona and Gul'dan, and entered the final stage.

   He quickly slaughtered the nearest stormtrooper clan warrior, threw out the hook, and ran towards the entrance of the tomb of the gods.

   And at the moment he rushed up the cliff, he also happened to see the figure of Garona, rushing out of the rumbling tomb of the gods.

"boom"

   The relaxed Legendary Assassin didn't say much, waved Gul'dan in his hand and threw it at Black's feet, and politely made a "please" gesture.

   As for Mr. Pirate, he also didn't give any **** testimonials.

  He is still busy.

   So much experience waiting for him to harvest.

  “Shu”

  The legendary war sword Sanksu jumped into his hands and was dragged forward by Black.

  The sharp blade dragged on the ground, sparking sparks, and Gul'dan, who was lying there, unable to move his head and neck, glanced at the executioner, and the pirate stared at him.

   This is a human I have never seen before

and many more!

   He has seen it!

   Although the human being in front of him was wearing a face covering, although his head was hidden, his eyes were familiar, as if he had seen them a few days ago.

correct!

   He did see it!

  Dailyn!

  The king of the sea, Dalene Proudmoore has such eyes!

"You're seeing me for the first time, Gul'dan, but it's not the first time I've seen you. Trust me, I'm your 'old friend', and there was a time when I 'visited' every week. you once."

  Blake grabbed the legendary sword in both hands, silently, blinking at Gul'dan who was lying there waiting to die.

   He said in his heart:

   "In the name of the liquid hellfire mounts that are clearly on the drop list, but I have never seen them, die! You miser!"

  “Shu”

   The sword was cut off.

   Xu is the one who sensed the head that was about to be chopped off.

  Sangkesu, the blade of blazing flames, who had been dead silent for a long time, at the moment when the blade slashed through the air, the frosted black blade suddenly lit up with elemental fire.

  Blake is just like the old Dahl, wielding an invincible legendary sword wrapped in flames, like waving a ball of flame, creating a perfect arc in the air.

  The rising flame illuminated Gul'dan's dark red eyes.

   In the next moment, the bone is cut into the meat without any hindrance.

   And after that firelight lit up, there was only darkness left in front of the Great Warlock.

fine.

fine

   His body is dead, but his soul is finally free.

   Gul'dan's soul floated out from the headless corpse. He achieved the sign ahead of time. After his death, his soul would return to his loyal disciple Cho'gall.

   He is free.

   Today is really bad, but it’s okay.

   He still has a chance, he still has.

   "Om"

   Pale white light suddenly lit up in the darkness in front of the Great Warlock's eyes, like three or four dancing poisonous snakes, piercing the darkness and whistling, and entangled him in the astonished perception of Gul'dan's soul.

   Little by little, he dragged back to a cold, haunted place that exudes low fog and ominousness.

   Wrong!

not like this!

   own plan, not like this! !

   "Look at him, he thinks he can still run, it's silly and cute."

The more Gul'dan's soul struggled, the more tightly bound the pale light became. Behind him, Blake, who was holding the shining soul lamp, looked at Gul'dan with a very regretful look. soul.

   After wearing the title of "Spirit Hunter", he can see these ghosts that ordinary people can't see.

   This is a legendary soul.

  If you turn it into experience.

   Well, I don't want to.

  This soul is meant to be given as a "gift", and it is destined not to be in my own hands, which is a pity.

"Do not!!"

   In Gul'dan's soul wailing, he was completely dragged into the soul lamp by the power of hell.

  It stands to reason that the soul should only weigh 21 grams, but the moment Gul'dan's soul entered the soul lamp, Black's wrist suddenly sank.

   "Good guy."

  The pirate said in a pompous tone like singing:

   "How many sins have been added to make this soul so heavy? Maybe our Queen Hela will dance happily after getting it.

  The premise is that if she can really get it"

  “呱呱呱”

   The little murloc huddled in Black's arms, it seemed that he had found something good at this moment.

   It jumped out of the owner's arms with a quick movement, swayed and ran out, and after a few seconds, it ran back holding something.

  Hold it up like a treasure and dedicate it to Blake.

   Those big cute eyes are full of flattery.

  Obviously, the little murloc with an improved IQ knows that he has made a mistake just now and broke a good weapon of the owner, and he is trying to show his "ability" to calm Black's heart.

   And what it holds in its paws is also amazing.

   That was Gul'dan's head severed by the blazing blade.

   This great warlock was the first warlock on Draenor and the first warlock in the orc civilization, and he was the orc who had the longest exposure to fel energy, no one.

   Over the years, Gul'dan has absorbed too much fel energy in his body, and the blood flowing in his veins is not even blood. When alive, he can rely on his powerful spellcasting ability to suppress the surge of fel energy.

   But after death, those fel energies are out of control.

   This kind of energy originating from the depths of the stars and twisting the void is inherently terrifyingly corrosive to the body and mind. The moment Gul'dan's soul leaves the body, it begins to corrode the flesh and blood of the Great Warlock.

   Right in front of Black and Garona, in the claws of the little murlocs, the flesh and blood on Gul'dan's head was also rapidly emitting white smoke like weathering.

   looks like a biological material thrown into concentrated sulfuric acid.

   In the blink of an eye, all the flesh and blood on it faded away.

  Leaving only an orc skull wrapped in shadow and fel energy, and his eyes, those crystallized, dark red eyes, like gems, exist in the sockets of the skull.

   "Ha, I'm here for it."

  Blake grinned, hung the Soul Lamp on his waist, reached out and took Gul'dan's skull from the flattering little murloc claws, and threw it in his hand.

   He removed Gul'dan's crystallized eyes and placed them in his other hand.

   Even if he is not the caster, he can feel the powerful magic power that exists in these two things, the kind of magic shock that can be detected without eyes.

  Blake swept to the equipment slot of the character card, his eyes widened a little.

   but soon regained his composure.

   He turned his head to look at Garona who was holding his arms behind him, handed over the crystallized eyes in his left hand, and said:

   "Would you like to keep one as a souvenir? You can only take one, and the other one I want to give away. As a reward for asking a big man to keep the secret for me.

   He will be ecstatic when he receives this gift, and maybe he will recite Holy Light Bless several times when he prays at night.

   In terms of the career I want to do in the future, it is very important to have a good relationship with him in advance. "

   "Ugh, that's disgusting."

  Garona was in a good mood, and even made a joke, she pretended to be disgusted, bared the fangs at the corner of her mouth, took a few steps back, waved her hand and said:

   "I don't want to have anything to do with him any more! Take it out of my eyes and do what you like.

  How precious it is, it has nothing to do with me at all. "

   "Okay, you don't want it yourself."

  Black shrugged, squatted down again, and scoured Gul'dan's rapidly weathering corpse, and said to Garona without looking up:

   "Ch'gall should still be on the island.

After    Gul'dan died, the Shadow Council was left with the ogre and Talon Gorefiend to support the scene.

  You should be interested in going to his troubles and solve two enemies in one day, I'm so happy for you, ma'am. Do you need help? "

   "I can do it myself."

  Garona moved her fingers, and Blake's words stirred her heart with joy.

   Indeed, it would be great to kill Cho'gall again on this island.

   Of course, in order not to irritate Black's self-esteem, the legendary assassin declined the pirate's offer to help. With Black's current strength, when facing a warlock like Cho'gall, he was afraid that he would die if he was hit.

   This is not like hunting Gul'dan, using terrain and coincidences to ambush, but fighting head-on, taking him with him, or taking a tow oil bottle.

  Garona took a step back, disappeared into the shadows, and disappeared in place.

   Black shrugged.

   He was just being polite just now, and if he really asked him to help, he wouldn't go.

   Today’s harvest is already abundant enough.

   And he knew very well that Cho'gall wouldn't die here.

   Judging by how cunning the ogre was, the moment it realized Gul'dan was dead, it must have smeared its soles and fled.

   "This is the second orc legend to die in my hands!"

  Black opened the animal skin bag on Gul'dan's waist, and said shamelessly:

   "Old Dar, Gul'dan, all died in my hands, although the process is not so open and above, but it is indeed me who ended their lives.

   Killed two legends with my own hands, and I am now an uncompromising legend. "

   "Shh."

   Sefir's boo sounded from the soul stone on Black's chest, the bronze young dragon just couldn't stand the smug look of this time residue.

   But now that Gul'dan's soul has been captured in the Soul Lamp, Blake's promise to the madman Hela has been fulfilled, at least there is no need to worry about him being brought back to Hell by Hela.

   With Sefir's current state, this is also a great good thing for her.

   Moreover, although there is a bit of boasting in Blake's words, he has indeed killed two legends.

   But this courage alone is enough to praise.

   "That soul stone!"

  Black opened Gul'dan's animal skin bag, and Sefir immediately reminded:

   "That purple one has a weak soul in it, not an orc! She is in pain, Gul'dan must have tortured her severely, do you want to release her?"

   "Do you think I would be so kind?"

  Black asked a question in return, stuffed the weird soul stone into his pocket, and said:

   "The soul that can be carried by Gul'dan must be a masterpiece.

   Even if I don't use it myself, it's a good thing to keep it. If I ever provoke a big man into anger in the future, I'll throw this 'dog bone' to those lunatics.

   to relieve them

  Uh, my head is a little dizzy, what's the matter? "

  Blake, who was talking weird, was suddenly dizzy at this moment, as if there was a flatulence messing up his body, causing him to rub his head and sit on the ground.

   The vision in front of him seemed to be shaking, as if he had a high fever.

  Between Sefir's call and the murmur of the little fishman, Blake's eyes became dazed and blurred, as if he was half asleep.

   He saw a blue sea in a trance.

   The very familiar sea, the image that often appeared in his mind, was the scenery of Kul Tiras.

   In front of Blake, in the phantom-like picture, a figure wearing a military uniform, a navy cloak, a blue sash, and handsome hair was standing in front of the blue sea.

   That's him.

   Another him.

  Drake Proudmoore, Prince of Kul Tiras, eldest son of Daelin and Catelyn, brother of Jaina and Tanred, hero of the Alliance, who died young.

   A ghost that belongs to the past and will revive in the future.

   "I thought you were dead."

  Blake said something to himself in a daze.

   startled Sefir, she thought Hela started to make small moves and was going to drag Black's soul back to hell.

   But not really.

   These words were not addressed to Hela, or to her, or to others.

   That's what Blake said to himself.

   (end of this chapter)