Nearly half a month ago, when Blake was receiving treatment from Pope Alonsus Faol in Lordaeron, the legendary priest used the Holy Light blessing to cut off the connection with Hades.

At that time, he knew that the meeting tonight would definitely happen.

In the hundreds of thousands of years since Hades was occupied by that madman Hela, not a single soul watched by Hela has been able to escape from that ghost place.

Blake has been marked with the mark of Hades, and he cannot escape.

And the momentary kindness of Faao Mian brought Blake this "little" trouble at the moment. The Holy Light blessing may be regarded as a provocation by Hela.

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

After all, Hela is a madman, who can guess what the madman is thinking?

Blake was fighting in the gloomy and icy coastal fog. He soon saw an old acquaintance in the fog flow, the navigator of the Nagfar, Habulon the Hell-drawer, standing on the sea outside the beach.

Where he stood, the water stopped flowing.

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

Hundreds of Kvaldir Mist warriors, fully armed and covered in seaweed barnacles, were glaring with green will-o'-the-wisp eyes as they looked at Black Shaw who emerged from the shadows.

Their eyes are not friendly.

Just like the gaze of Habron, the soul-drawer wearing a thick crimson robe and a gray hood, Blake's soul felt as if it was frozen.

The current situation proved Black's worst suspicions.

They are not here to question, explore, or provide assistance.

They are here for execution!

This can be seen from the ghost war scythe held in Habulon's left hand, which is pale in color with a hint of ominous black light. This weapon really looks like the legendary soul-harvesting blade of the gods of death.

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

"I can explain."

Blake stretched out his hands unceremoniously and made a military salute gesture from a certain country that represented "goodwill" and "giving up resistance" in every world.

He said to the spirit attractor in the increasingly cold and viscous mist:

"This was an accident. During the half-month period when I was disconnected from Hades, I continued to serve the Queen every day. My loyalty to the Queen has not changed at all.

If you, Soul-Bringer, could put down the scythe in your hand and give me an insignificant amount of time.

I can prove it with something."

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

Habron said in a tone that fit the tone of a dead man:

"But it's a pity that you betrayed this trust."

"I don't!"

The pirate argued loudly:

"I just encountered an accident. My encounter with the Holy Light was not of my own free will. You should be able to understand, soul-drawer, that there are many forces on this continent that I cannot resist.

And my other identity, you know, is a bit more special. I'm not lying to try to deceive you.

See, I bring proof of my faithfulness."

He threw his soul-inducing lamp over, but the latter did not reach out to catch it.

The thrown soul-inducing lamp was lifted up like an invisible hand, and was sent to the soul-inducing person in the ghost claws transformed into cold mist.

He scanned the objects in front of him with his gray eyes.

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

Those screams represent their vitality.

Just like the souls of those orc warriors who were continuously sent to Hades by Black during this period, they were rare good things in the tide of souls that Hades cruised on the sea in the past.

"That's it, it's not enough."

The spirit attractor shook his head, looked at Black, and said:

"The queen's anger is quite fierce."

"So I have a better gift, dedicated to my supreme Queen of Hades."

The pirate grinned, took out another soul stone from the magic bag, and threw it to the soul attractor Habulon, who stretched out his hand to catch it this time.

The soul stone cast by evil energy made him look disdainful.

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

"ah!"

Following the pull of Habulon's fingers, the soul of the orc warlock and Kridan the Breaker was easily pulled out of the soul stone, and then turned into a point of light and fell into the hands of the soul attractor.

Habron is obviously interested in such souls.

He put Credan's soul under his nose, sniffed it gently, and then said with satisfaction:

"Well, this soul is indeed different."

"It was infected by the poison called ambition, and sublimated in the distillation of arrogance and violence. What flowed in its body was not blood, but malice and madness.

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

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

smell it.

This decadent sweetness.”

The spirit attractor let out a deep laugh.

He put the soul into the soul-inducing lamp around his waist and said:

"It will become the queen's new plaything. The queen will definitely like your carefully selected gift, but her anger..."

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

When Black saw Habulon's reaction, he breathed a sigh of relief. He took out the remaining soul stones from his bag and gave them to Habulon. He would appear very humble.

He said:

"After encountering the obstruction of the Holy Light, I have been preparing for this self-justification. I am very lucky. I found these unique souls for the Queen.

There are many more here that are just as special as that one.”

"really."

Habron held the four or five soul stones handed over by Blake in his hands and carefully distinguished each soul. As Blake boasted, these orc souls were all quite "unique."

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

"So, Soul Hunter, where did you find these fallen souls who were born to belong to Hades?"

"They come from the same place, the Soul-Bringers."

Blake rubbed his hands and explained:

"An organization called the Shadow Council is filled with such scum. I noticed their specialness, and I have been hunting them for Her Majesty the Queen.

And now, I've 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 you can find in the mortal world, a peerless villain who may not appear again in a thousand years, is planning a dangerous thing.

I already have a plan.

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

I'm sure I can do this.

But I still need time."

He paused and said to Hablon, who looked at him meaningfully:

"Please, the soul attractor, first transfer these souls to Her Majesty the Queen, and then tell our Majesty for me, I know I have betrayed her trust.

This sin requires the greatest sacrifice to heal.

I am willing to risk life and death for the queen and challenge powerful enemies that I cannot defeat. I hope that such dedication can reaffirm my loyalty.

I only need a month...

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

Not that I'm boasting.

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

And all she needed to do was wait.

Give me a little more patience."

"patience?"
To be continued...