Chapter 12 11. Spirit Hunter Pirate Black
Hell's Abyss, that's not a good place.
But it does conform to the traditional concept of "hell" and interprets it very vividly, in which the souls of sinners will suffer terrible torture for eternity.
But there is one regret, that is, the souls of good people will also suffer the same treatment.
Even more regrettable.
In the magical place of Azeroth, there is also a "heaven" opposite to "hell".
The problem is that only the bravest warriors among mortals are qualified to enter the Hall of Valor built by Odin himself after death.
It only accepts pure warriors!
No matter how powerful the souls from other professions are, they are not qualified to enter there.
So overall.
Azeroth is not a place suitable for the dead. There are too many gods and monsters here. In this world, death is just the beginning of another journey.
This is not a sentimental description.
On the shore of the reef, in the wet, uncomfortable, and very cold fog, the three-meter-tall spirit attractor Habulon was placing his deathly pale left hand on Blake's forehead.
The power belonging to Hades was continuously injected into Blake's body through the hands of the soul attractor, and the curse of the Eye of Pares was eliminated bit by bit.
At the same time, in Habron's words, Blake was "blessed."
However, the entry in the character card says otherwise.
"Infused with the power of death"
At the top of the translucent character card, there is a line of text that appears suddenly, which is like a reminder in a group running game, and the entries are also changing rapidly:
Character Card: Derek Proudmoore (Black Shaw)
Information: Kul Tiran Human, 19 years old
Status: Mortal body. Death divine infusion. Underworld curse is being generated.
"Well, I'm a genius."
Blake endured the rolling waves of magic power like a cold ocean tide, and complained in his heart:
"The way I remove a curse is to replace it with another more powerful curse. The power of Hela is really evil. Blessing a person can be regarded as a curse.
She is indeed a crazy woman who cannot be treated with common sense. "
The next moment, the fog in front of him suddenly changed, as if there was some kind of phantom reflected in his vision.
He saw a group of savage Vrykul people more than three meters tall, wearing rough leather armor, holding barbaric swords and warships, and stepped onto the dragon-headed boat while shouting.
They set off from a majestic and ancient castle, sailed along the river into the frozen sea, and launched attacks on all creatures they encountered on the sea.
The honest walrus man, naga, and fish man.
After plundering, they bloodbathed the enemy, set the ships on fire, and then rushed into the coastline to plunder the villages along the coast.
They slaughtered and roared in the wind and snow.
They fought with mammoths more than seven meters tall on the barbaric glaciers and snowfields, just like ancient humans hunting mammoths. They also brutally slaughtered the Wolverine villages and stole the kobolds' candles and treasures.
Even a dragon.
Those young dragons flying across the sky would be shot down by the half-giants with harpoon cannons. They would be besieged by the brave Vrykul on the ground and eventually die wailing in a pool of blood.
There are also those weird spider-like underground nerubians.
Their mysterious and rich underground kingdom also did not escape the greedy sweep of this group of Vrykuls. Ancient sacred objects were snatched away one after another, and spider demon casters fell to the unparalleled assault of the Vrykuls.
In the end, these warmongers took all the plundered treasures and sailed into the river along the way they came. Amid the cheers of countless women and children, they returned like the most glorious warriors.
They distributed the plundered treasures equally to everyone in the tribe, and then dedicated the best and most gorgeous ones to the tribal elders, and burned the luxuries on a specific day.
Sacrifice to Odin, God of War and Protector.
Sacrifice to Death and Hela the Acceptor.
them
It's a pirate.
For the first pirates in the entire world of Azeroth, plundering was their life, and plundering was their strength. It was the power flowing in the blood of the ancient Vrykul.
This barbaric power has also been passed on to the current human bloodline as time has passed and the race has degenerated.
Now, it is animated by the power of Hades.
"You come from Kul Tiras, the ocean kingdom of mankind. You were born in the waves of the sea, and you also gained blessings and strength from those waves.
I will show it to you.
Just accept it.
Ghost Hunter Derek Proudmoore, this is your future life.
Travel across the sea and plunder for a living! "
In Habulon's deep and muddy voice, his character card changed again, and the classes of level 15 navigator and level 13 thief were merged together.
A new class was created that made Blake's eyes twitch, and the entire character card panel also took on a new look:
Character Card: Derek Proudmoore (Black Shaw)
Information: Kul Tiran Human, 19 years old
Status: Mortal body. Curse of Hades (remaining time: 239 hours and 55 minutes)
Class: Level 14 Pirate/Air/Air
Legendary class: none
Mythical class: none
Title: Prince of Kul Tiras, Soul Hunter
Equipment: Magic Pattern Bag, Tide Charm, Wirth's Third Leg, Monkey's Murloc Dagger, Monkey's Murloc Dinner Knife, Jungle Bracers
Talents: Old Sea Dog, Shadow Affinity (Intermediate), Shadow Walking, Plundering for a Living, Drunkard, Proudmoore Bloodline (Seal of Hate)
Skill:
Kul Tiran Military Swordsmanship (Mastery)
Pirate Fighting (Elementary)
Deadly Throw (Mastery)
Tidal Fist (Mastery)
Stealth (skilled)
Navigation (Mastery)
Stealing (Elementary)
Jump Gang Grappling Hook (Elementary)
"this"
Blake shouldn't have said anything good for a moment.
Although he had played "crazy" thieves based on pirates in the game, he really didn't expect that in this real world, pirates could actually become a profession.
And although the name is unpleasant and it has negative traits like "drunkard", the panel of this pirate class is really quite good.
All of a sudden, he was given several more active skills and three passive talents. Even Shadow Affinity was infused with the power of Hades and upgraded to an intermediate level.
Could this be the legendary "hidden profession"?
Unfortunately, his question was destined not to be answered. The soul-drawing leader Habulon was very busy and had no time to explain the branches of power of these shadows to this little brother who had just joined them.
After completing the curse removal and throwing an unknown and powerful Hell Curse to Blake, he disappeared into the thick fog with the contaminated Eye of Paris.
Blake, who was holding a soul-inducing lamp, looked towards the sea. The cool and evil keel warship Nagfar, which plundered souls, had also dived into the abyss and disappeared.
The remaining fog was quickly dispersed by the sea breeze and sunshine.
The reef coast returned to its original tranquility, and as the sun shone on Blake, the long-lost warmth made Blake take a deep breath at this moment.
He felt the joy of breathing again.
I felt the fresh senses of being a living person again, and smelled those beautiful smells, those... vomiting
"How disgusting!"
The return of the sense of smell doesn't seem to be a good thing either.
The next moment, Blake was retching from the stench emanating from his body. Well, he had been walking in the mud and deep sea during this period and had no time to do personal hygiene.
But this stench is unexpectedly suitable for the profession of pirates.
After all, pirates are just like that, slovenly.
"Take a shower first, and then go to the wetland. Uh, why go to the wetland?"
While Blake was taking off his clothes, a wonderful idea suddenly came to his mind. He glanced at the soul-inducing lamp placed at his feet, which was shining with an unknown light, and then looked at the sky.
"There's no way a baby dragon can be more powerful than Hela, right? Even if it's a bronze dragon, if you can find a way to kill it, you can use the soul-inducing lamp to capture the soul of the nosy baby dragon. .
Even dragons have souls.
Then sell it to Hela, exchange it for something good, and solve a problem easily. "
The newly minted pirate was naked in the lapping tide, with his body as skinny as ribs. He took the little murloc with him and plunged into the sea, and began to perform detailed personal hygiene work.
After the curse of the undead was lifted, he finally had time to look at his face on the water.
The results were disappointing.
The curse of the undead solidified his flesh and blood into a state of being as thin as a mummy. This will be removed, and the body will also need time to recover. In this case, Prince Drake's face will not be able to see the handsomeness it should have.
He is Dai Lin's son.
His sister Jaina will become a famous beauty throughout Azeroth in more than ten years. Even the blue dragon cannot resist the beauty of the daughter of the sea.
Logically speaking, Prince Drake can't be an ugly guy.
It's a pity that the burns caused by the dragon's fire spray destroyed the handsomeness that this face should have had. The face now reflected on the water can make a child cry.
Um.
Blake himself almost cried because of his ugliness.
The good news is that his bald head will probably still grow hair. The bad news is that although the wound has begun to scab, if he wants to recover from this injury, he will probably need the help of a powerful priest.
After all, it was burned by dragon fire, and it was almost impossible to heal on your own.
However, there is hope for the future!
"Ah, it's so comfortable, this sea breeze, this sunshine, this water"
Blake lay on the beach, stretching his body and allowing himself to be disinfected by the sun. The health bar on the character card, which was stuck at 70% and could not be restored, began to rise naturally.
The weakness of the curse was removed, and the new pirates immediately felt the return of strength.
Now he feels like he can kill a cow with one punch
Well, this must be an illusion.
After all, the warrior class is gone, and strength is no longer his strong point. From now on, what he should pursue is agility, drawing a sword in the dark, and assassinating with a single blow.
Put it in a more literary way.
Kill one person in ten steps and leave no trace in a thousand miles.
or.
From then on, he escaped into the shadows and walked the lonely road. Darkness was his horse and blood was his cloak. Wherever he went, there were only death and silly little fishmen.
"I like this feeling of being alive."
Blake put a hand to his chest. He could feel his heartbeat, which made him feel reassured.
"Let's go!"
After ten minutes of relaxation, the new pirate put on his clean clothes again and resumed his damn mixed style.
He looked up and down at his terrible appearance, then waved to the little fishman behind him who was still playing in the water.
explain;
"This is not far from the dwarf's Dangarok Fortress. Let's go there to kill a few orcs to prove our abilities to Hela. By the way, we can find the dwarves to change into a more decent set of clothes.
Um?
What's that in your hand? "
Blake glanced back and saw the little fish man running over with a croaking sound, holding a large clam he found from the water, and handed it to the new pirate as if it was a treasure.
The spirit hunter from Hades crouched down and used his dagger to drive away the big clam.
A flash of golden light floated before his eyes.
In that clam shell, there is a round pearl as beautiful as gold. At first glance, it is a real top grade pearl.
"Cool! Golden Pearl, good stuff."
Blake whistled, took off the golden pearl, threw it into the magic bag, took out a large piece of dried meat, stuffed it into the arms of the little fish man, and held the croaking little fish man in his arms.
"You know how to hunt for treasures at such a young age to support your family."
Mr. Pirate stroked Benbolba's smooth little head and said:
"I really didn't hurt you in vain."
"Since we are in such a good mood, let's speed up and kill a few orcs to celebrate! Ten days, fifty warrior souls.
As expected of a mission assigned by the God of Death, it is a bit difficult.
First, raising the pirate class to level 15 should give me a skill. I’m really looking forward to it. Everything is getting better. Who said the dead are all bad people?
My colleagues in Hades are obviously very kind. "
