Hell's Abyss, that's not a good place.

But it does conform to the traditional concept of "hell" and interprets it very vividly, where the souls of sinners will suffer terrible torture for eternity.

But it is a pity that the souls of good people will also suffer the same treatment.

What's even more regrettable is that.

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 reef coast, 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 Paris was removed bit by bit.

At the same time, in Habron’s words, Blake was given a “blessing.”

However, the entry in the character card says otherwise.

"The power of death is injected..."

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 his eyes 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 savage swords and warships, and stepped onto the dragon-headed boat while shouting.

They set out from under 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 coastal villages.

They were slaughtering and roaring 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 Wolverine villages and stole the kobolds' candles and treasures.

Even a giant 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 underground nerubians that are like spiders.

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.

Finally, these warmongers took all the looted 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, which 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 activated 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.

Accept it.

Soul 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, Plunder for a Living, Drunkard, Proudmoore Bloodline (Seal of Hate)

Skill:

Kul Tiran Military Swordsmanship (Mastery)

Pirate Fighting Skills (Elementary)

Fatal Throw (Mastery)

Fist of Tides (Mastery)

Stealth (skilled)

Navigation (proficient)

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 young man 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 lantern, looked towards the sea. The soul-robbing, cool and evil keel battleship Nagfar 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... vomit

"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?"
To be continued...