Azeroth Trail of Light

The environment of the Kingdom of Shadows is harsh for any living body. Any battle that starts in this environment will make people headache, depressing, and a little confused.

Especially in the face of those Kvaldir warriors who continuously walked out of the mist, with a very cruel sight, they showed Dick what a quantitative advantage is.

In the past, maybe he only needed a wave of holy light to disperse the mist that protected their bodies, and then chopped melons and vegetables to kill them, but now he can’t. Max’s holy energy does not come from his body. After disappearing, the core of thunder and lightning continued to supply him with huge energy.

But from the external performance, they have been suppressed, suppressed by the desperate world on this side. The rules here are too chaotic. 10 points of light are exposed, and only 1 point is left. This is from It's obvious that Dick can't even turn into a thunder and lightning.

This place is too strong for the suppression of elemental energy. It is like a stingy place that only allows death energy to exist, squeezing out other elements arbitrarily.

Only one kind of energy is normal...order!

This is a power higher than the world, and the rules of the shadow world alone cannot affect it. It is also because the long sword in Dick's hand is still entwined with silver light, which makes him suppress his fighting power to the extreme. , Will not be beheaded and killed in the constant siege of miscellaneous soldiers.

But even so, Dick's situation now is extremely bad.

"Bah! You crap! Don't kneel down in front of the king!"

Dick just kicked the soldier who came out of the mist behind him back into the dirty sea. The tall man was wearing black rust armor, holding a bone sword in his hand, and wearing a dark green crown on his head. At least 4 meters in height. The Kuren warrior rushed out of the fog, like a storm of fog, a sword slashed at Dick’s head, and the wind chasing sword collided with the sword. Dick’s body slid back two steps before stopping. He retreated, and the guy on the opposite side was lit by the silver flames on the blade, but he rudely wiped the palm of his body, and then rushed towards Dick cursingly.

"You hillbilly, don't want to hurt me! Miscellaneous, die!"

"boom"

The blade with gray mist energy hit the ground in front of Dick. The floating continent composed of white bones and sunken ship wreckage broke a big hole by the energy carried by the weapon. The misty warrior standing around the impact point It was bad luck, and the shock wave brought by that huge force smashed back into the mist.

The Paladin took a step back, avoiding the heavy blow, and then staggered forward, jumped from the ground, hit the rude guy with a punch on the cheek, and smashed him. His crown flew, and his left foot kicked on his sitting leg again, forcing him to kneel in front of Dick.

The silver flame fist imprinted precisely on his face, making the Vrykul, who was kneeling on the ground as high as Dick, look very embarrassed. The power of the paladin itself was not equal to him, but the light and shadow flickered. Dick, with a gloomy face, broke through the fog like a shadow and appeared behind the Vrykul who claimed to be a king. Holding the Wind Chaser in both hands, he viciously pierced his chest.

The silver flame burned on the body of the necromancer, and the completely opposed energy was burning his mind and soul. Among them, there was the impatient voice of the Paladin.

"Only you, dare to call me chores?"

With his left hand drawn back, the Wind Chasing Sword was drawn from Ymiron's back. Although it was miserably suppressed, it did not mean that Dick had lost the ability to fight back. Seeing him like a mortal hero in his own gram Wadier was invincible in the army. Hela wiped her sharp teeth like a file. She looked down at the glass ball in her hand. It was her trophy.

An Wei Na is like a little ghost in a glass ball, bound in the dark green glass, her hands are on the edge, her mouth is closed, and she is cursing at Hela, and the golden holy flame has filled it. The core of the glass ball makes this magic ball look very beautiful.

"Oh, my little cutie!"

Hela placed the glass ball in front of her eyes and shook her, looking at Anvena who was dizzy and boxing, she grinned with satisfaction. This was a hideous smile, but it also represented Hela's determination.

This golden holy light elemental creature was an unexpected joy, but Hela saw her future, a future with unlimited potential. If it can be transformed into the shadow Valkyrie, let alone Odin’s chief Valkyrie Ai Uh... the dark future she will bring is enough to make Hela feel the throbbing of her whole body.

"You will be my sharpest knife."

The Death God of the Kingdom of Shadows sighed slightly. The slight anger that Dick brought had been wiped out in the expectation of the future of the Shadow. She lazily stretched out her hand and waved backwards, letting the Buddha give a certain Ordering and releasing the Buddha is a kind of vicious relief.

At this moment, the entire dirty and chaotic ocean began to vibrate. Accompanied by a stern horn, a huge bone warship ripped through the wet fog of despair and sailed out of the sea.

Its hull is still like Kvaldir’s other battleships, covered with seaweed and the bones of unidentified creatures, but it is more ferocious, and its bow is like the mouth of a skeletal monster with its mouth wide open. Hidden is the patina-covered artillery, and the mast, which is clearly supported by the spine of a giant beast. The entire battleship is as dim as a rusty Buddha.

Its flag, where is the flag, is clearly the death flag entangled with the hair of the dead, which is woven into the windless shadow world. An old Vrykul wearing a gray hood and carrying a sickle stands. At the bow of the ship, the sickle in his hand gently waved forward, and an invisible blade slashed on the weak holy light shield beside Dick, making the Paladin who was slaughtering the misty warriors unable to help but look up. That ship sailing out of the sea is like a ghost ship sailing through the air.

With the appearance of that ship, the entire Kingdom of Shadows has become different, and the pervasive despair has become heavier, like a substantial oppression, accompanied by the sound of Ruoyouruowu’s war drums in this world, And the rejection of that world is getting worse.

"I admit that you can fight very well, but in the face of my warrior, you have to die humble."

Hela’s voice came from the depths of the fog, and it seemed that the proud **** of death was still disdain to make a shot in person.

"After all... how dare you fight against God? How can you fight against God?"

"The Nagfar..."

The sound was like knocking word by word in Dick’s heart, but the Paladin didn’t take the time to argue with Hela. He looked down at his left hand, whether it was facing the flames of the black dragon or the ancient gods. The chaotic force, the left arm that has not faded the light, is now covered with black light spots, and with the extension of time, the speed of this light spot is getting faster and faster.

It was as if the silver fist had been rusted, and the most terrible thing was that the connection between the silver fist and the body, which was originally integrated, also appeared to be a bit of an impediment. Although it was only a trace, Dick knew what it meant.

The **** rules of the Kingdom of Shadows began to corrode the link between himself and the Silver Hand.

Hela was obviously not as proud as she showed. She keenly discovered the reason why Dick could survive in the Kingdom of Shadows, so she released the Nagfar to entangle Dick while mobilizing the Shadows. The rules of the country began to rely on Dick.

The paladin who was aware of this quickly retreated towards the muddy ocean behind him. It was not because he was afraid that this ship would only carry undead warships in the legend of the Vrykul. In its heyday, he It can be removed with one hand, it is only a tool for Hela to transport the dead between the Kingdom of Shadows and the world.

Although there are legends that anyone who has seen this ship will suffer bad luck and die unexpectedly. But Dick knew that this ship was far from being as weird as the rumors, it was just a troop carrier, but it was not these Kvaldirs that came out of the mist on it, and there were dozens of Hellas on it. The "warriors" carefully selected for thousands of years, the real elite named Hyragar, and Habron the Soul Wrangler, a mysterious guy.

A guy who is not difficult to deal with.

But for the current Dick, it is time to leave. After the bottom line is peeked through, it becomes meaningless to stay here. Not only can not save Anvina and Anduin, but he will even get in!

"If you want to take a boat, you have to pay the boat fare!"

Habron’s low voice swayed on the sea of ​​mist, and with the sickle he raised high, the mouth of the skeletal beast on the bow of the Nagfar opened, exposing the triple artillery in it, and slowly rising. .

"Sorry, but I don't plan to take your boat!"

Dick turned his head and yelled at the approaching Nagfar. With his legs hard, he rushed towards the muddy ocean. At the same moment, the ghost artillery fired, and the faint white flame crossed the sky. , Smashed into Dick's position, and the ground composed of bones and ship boards was shattered into pieces in the heavy blow and the subsequent explosion of crazy death energy.

But Dick disappeared...

"He ran away? How dare he!!!"

Hela's sharp voice pierced the tranquility of the Kingdom of Shadows, and Dick disappeared from her attention, as if a loud slap on her face, claiming to be the master of the Kingdom of Shadows, she How can this happen?

Let a madman who provoked God escape from the wrath of God?

It's just a joke!

"Find! Find out! Find him... find out for me!"

Hela screamed frantically, and brought a frantic death storm in this shadow country, sweeping almost every inch of the place. In her anger, the pervasive fog danced wildly on this land, even deep. Under the ocean, but not found...

Dick is gone...

It is retreat, not fear, nor fleeing.

Everyone, including Hela, believes that he will come back, just like a mouse that has to throw himself into the net!