On the reef coast, from the beach, through the thicker and thicker fog, one can vaguely see what is happening in the dim sea water.

In the dark place under the water, where sunlight is difficult to shine, a huge creature is docked under the deep sea, in the twisted shadows like a living creature.

It was very far away and refracted by the water, so it was difficult to see the whole thing clearly.

It's like a bloated lobster crawling on the bottom of the sea, or like a huge octopus stretching its long tentacles in the abyss.

That's a ship.

A keel battleship.

There are no decks and hulls in the traditional sense.

From what Blake could see with his naked eyes, there were only skeletons standing up on both sides like the gray-white skeleton of a giant dragon, wrapped in tattered wood covered with seaweed and barnacles.

It makes it look like a giant spine that has been extracted.

At the bow of the ship, there is a blue-gray dragon-headed skull as an embellishment, like an exaggerated bow statue. The white bones seem to still maintain the roar of the giant beast before it died.

Its mouth opened wide.

Sixteen ferocious canine teeth staggered up and down.

In the black skull eye hole, there is also a green light shining under the deep sea, and similar bone lanterns are lit around the ghost ship.

The light made the keel boat seem like a ghost after death.

It also has a mast.

Just soaked in the sea water, between the two masts, hung a tattered sail like a death shroud, and those rotten cloths were swaying in the water.

It's like there's real wind blowing them.

Horn sound.

The faint sound of the horn sounded from this keel boat about a hundred meters long.

As Blake watched with increasing astonishment, those sturdy half-giant mist warriors were dragging the struggling orcs and Naga souls out of the abyss one by one from all around the sea and into the keel warship.

Those guys were tall, with the shortest being over three meters tall. They looked like drowned little giants. Their rusty armors were also covered with seaweed and starfish.

There's also the horned battle helmet that looks weird.

That's a vrykul!

The degenerate species of ancient humans living in the northern continent of Northrend and surrounding areas are the ancestors of current human civilization.

The current humans in the eastern continent are all further degenerated from the Vrykul. The reason why the humans in Azeroth have such good bodies that can fight against the orcs is because of their "good genes".

When Blake was looking down at the sea, the undead Vrykul people were also looking over here, with green will-o'-the-wisp eyes dancing in their eyes, looking at Blake's whole body feeling uncomfortable.

So he looked away.

Looking at the soul attractor who looked more like a living person in front of him, he said in a strange tone:

"How can I, a little mortal, be worthy of Queen Hela's attention? She even asked the most powerful underworld navigator under the God of Death to pick me up in person.

Your name is Hablon, right?

The navigator of the Nagfar, the most capable subordinate of Queen Hela, and the soul-drawer of Hades. I was born in Kul Tiras, and the legend of Hades is spread in that oceanic country.

And in every legend related to the sea, there is a story belonging to you.

However, as far as I know, aren’t you usually only active in the gloomy North Sea? How could you come to Khaz Modan?”

"Because of the soul."

The soul attractor in front of him seemed willing to share these secrets that only belonged to the dead with Blake, who was about to become his companion.

He reached out to lift up the soul-inducing lamp on his waist, and with a wave of his hand, a pale light was clasped on Blake's body like a chain, and a coldness seeped into his bones.

It was as if he could pull his soul out of his body with just a flick of his hand.

"Since six years ago, when the orcs from another world first set foot on the land of Azeroth, more souls than ever have been wandering in the world of the living.

Souls are the currency of Death, and Queen Hela is destined to possess them.

As the queen's loyal subordinates, we must satisfy all the queen's desires, humans, orcs, naga, dwarves, gnomes...

All souls are born as a gift from life, but their final return journey is led by me personally."

As if reciting poetry, the spirit guide said to Blake:

"The soul is the tide, and we are sailors, we drift with the tide. Every soul has value, and every soul needs to be put to good use."

"Well, that makes sense."

Blake nodded.

But he was complaining crazily in his heart:

"If I hadn't known what kind of character your mad queen is, I would have been deceived by your unreasonable words.

What currency or something, nonsense!

All the souls in Hades, no matter where they come from, no matter how much they have status, are just cannon fodder in the eyes of that crazy woman Hela, and they will eventually be wasted in the personal grudge between Hela and Odin.

Tell the truth.

I would rather be hacked to death by Frostmourne's sword and become a mindless undead than fall into the hands of Hela.

The former is nothing more than the pain of a sword.

If I fall into your hands, it will be endless torture."

"Ahem"

Under the gaze of the soul attractor, Black, who was restrained by the light of the soul attractor lamp, wanted to raise his hands, but he couldn't do this, so he could only cough lightly and said to the half-giant in front of him:

"Mr. Habron, before you take away my miserable soul, please listen to what I have to say, okay?"

"Um?"

The soul attractor from Hades stopped turning around and looked at Blake.

The latter sorted out the language and said:

"If you take me away now, all Queen Hela can gain is just a weak soul. Look at me, I am just a victim at the beginning of a great era.

I'm not even as powerful as an orc.

All I have is the false title of a prince of Kul Tiras, but this title means nothing to the noble Queen Hela.

But I think if I change my ways and serve the great Queen of Hades, maybe our Majesty will be able to gain more..."

He glanced at Hablon and said:

"As you said, I can absorb living souls.

Maybe it's the gift of death, but that's not important. What I want to say is that you and the Nagfar travel between the living world and the underworld every day, leading the dead souls back to hell.

This is a very honorable job, but after all, there are good and bad souls.

If Her Majesty the Great Queen needs an invincible army, then she must be more thirsty for a strong and tenacious soul. However, you, who are bound by the balance of life and death, cannot intervene in this world of the living.

You can only passively search and guide.

And I can take the initiative to find it.

Just as you are the best and most loyal Hell Navigator under His Majesty Hela, I can also be the best soul hunter and soul hunter under the Queen."

Blake emphasized his tone and said:

“You know what’s the best part about this idea?

I am a living person, and my hunting of the living does not violate the balance of life and death, and I am willing to sacrifice all the souls I kill to Her Majesty the Queen.

The land is restless, and the decisive battle between orcs and humans is imminent.

So many powerful souls have nowhere to go after death. They are far away from the ocean and the Nagfar cannot pick them up.

They can only usher in the ruins and become miserable ghosts.

But I can find them.

I can accomplish this for you and Your Majesty in the depths of the continent that your warships cannot reach. As you said, all souls will be in the shadow of Hades on their way back.

I hereby sincerely request the great Queen Hela to give me, a weak mortal, a glorious opportunity to serve her and serve Hades."

Blake paused.

After playing the last card in his hand, he looked at Hablon calmly, waiting for his answer.

Although it seems like taking a risk and playing with the power of words.

But Blake was confident about this proposal in his heart. He knew some of the "little secrets" that the Queen of Hades could not tell others about, and he also knew what the Queen longed for most.

When one person knows the other person's strongest needs and addresses them, an agreement is a done deal.

The "little secrets" in his mind that belong to all the big shots in this world are Black's confidence.

Hablon was silent.

The Hell Navigator was thinking. His gray eyes under his hood were filled with light like dim stars. After five minutes of suffocating silence, he nodded slowly.
To be continued...