It was a small ship, with only twenty-six Veku people on board, all green, like they were made of seaweed. www.biquge.info These are the Hevikus, a group of raiders who have appeared along the coast of Northrend with the mist, dark green, seaweed-covered skin, a clump of weed-like hair, and drenched all over, like the souls of those who have drowned in the sea.

Of course, it now seems that these Haiviku people are indeed some undead. Some are not part of the Scourge Legion, are not under the control of the Lich King, and are not Forsaken with free will.

Twenty-six Haiviku, more than half of them, were paddling their oars, pushing the ship that emerged from the fog. The rest of the Haiviku were armed and stood at the bow and stern of the ship. However, upon approaching, Hugh clearly saw that on top of the ship, in addition to these all-green Hevikus, there were other Vekus.

Compared to these undead in the sea, these Viku are much more normal, they are all brown skin, and they are dressed in neat leather armor, but the same body is translucent, these are also revenants, belonging to those who died Viku. However, in Hugh's opinion, these normal Viku people seem to be far from their relatives and friends in terms of treatment. Being tied up and used as a captive is not a good treatment. In the middle of the ship, on an aid-like object, several purple-black rays of light extended down, and these rays extended from the cylinder as if they were alive, binding four or five Viku people firmly.

Hugh, who had disappeared, rode the Death Horse of Acherous and approached the ship controlled by the Hevikus. By this time, Hugh could clearly see what was happening on the ship. The souls of those normal Viku people are imprisoned by the Haiviku people, and it seems that these Haiviku people are not only unfriendly to outsiders, but even to their own people.

At this time, there were a total of five people who were imprisoned by the Hyviku with magic, four male and one female. These Natives of Northrend, and even the ancestral race of humans, even in the state of the dead, still retain a tenacious spirit, thinking all the time about how to break free from the magic that binds them.

However, their efforts were doomed to be in vain. These Vikku people couldn't break free from the power that bound them, so they scolded their distant relatives, the Haiviku.

"Odin, you traitors who have desecrated Valhalla, depraved!" One of the white-haired Viku had the loudest voice, this was a Veku who looked to have entered old age, and in the state of the soul body, the old Veku's face showed a long scar that crossed his entire face, and he looked quite fierce. "It's kind of let go of me and have a one-on-one duel! Cowards, traitors, rotten weeds in the sea...... A bunch of betrayers, eating the garbage of mammoth man's feces ......"

"Shut up, old thing!" At this moment, a Haiviku who was taller than the other Haiviku walked into the scolding Viku, and then, this Haiviku man, who was obviously the leader of this ship, grabbed the old Viku's head with the smell of seawater, and punched him fiercely.

"Hmm...... Phew, coward! ”

"Looks like you're still in good spirits, aren't you? Old guys! "You're just an old-fashioned mammoth, and you want to be strong, you think you're going to Valhalla, don't be stupid, old thing." ”

"Odin betrayed us, betrayed us from a long time ago. The gates of Valhalla have long since been closed, and all that awaits us Veku is pain and eternal darkness......"

"The stinky fart of the hairy rhinoceros!" The old Viku struggled to crash into the Hiviku in front of him, but the old Viku, who was bound by magic, was unable to break free from the magic on his body, and was punched by the Hiviku in front of him.

“…… Do you really think you'll be able to enter Valhalla? Can you join Valagarh? Dream on! Your souls belong to the Grim Reaper, to the great Heria......" cried the Haiviku in a frenzied and fearful tone, "All the Vikus will fall into the abyss of Hell when they die, and your souls will return to Herja like we do." ”

"Even if it were destroyed......," the old Viku yelled, "I will not succumb to a witch...... and the rest of the Viku souls cried out along with the old Viku.

"For Odin......"

"For the glory of Valhalla!"

"For the will of Valagarh......"

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"Odin? Valhalla? Hugh, who hid his form, rode the Archerus Death Horse, slowly following the back of the ship, listening to the conversation on the ship in a vague way. This...... If I haven't forgotten, it seems to be a Norse mythology...... Probably, how...... The world of Azeroth is ...... again Glass slag ate the book!? Hugh listened to the conversation on the ship with a confused face, well, hearing this, Hugh can be sure that this is definitely not the plot he knows, it should be a new version that he said was going to appear before he crossed, so a certain developer launched a new round of eating books......

However, Hugh, who had already arrived in Azeroth, could not protest against the book-eating behavior of a glass slag.

However, by listening to the conversation on the ship, Hugh also knew that this world should be the source of those Heviku people, which explains why these Heviku people appeared with the appearance of the fog and disappeared as the fog receded. Because they are no longer creatures of the material world, but the undead or dead souls that depend on this world...... They were already dead, but because of the witch named Herya, they were able to become what they are now.

Shall I save these poor creatures?

At this time, Hugh looked at the Veku ghosts on the ship and thought so. It seems that these Veku people know something, have been talking about Odin and Valhalla, in other words, they should be comparable, or know some information about this world. And even if they don't know, Hugh can choose to capture the next Heviku and ask them, as long as they are undead, then, for a Death Knight, it is quite easy to do.

Hugh, having made up his mind, took control of the death horse, began to approach the ship, and when the distance was about the same, he leaped and grabbed the hanging log at the stern. The sound of the death horse was drowned out by Hugh, and if the Haiviku people didn't pay attention, they could only hear the sound of the waves.

Then, Hugh grabbed the boat, and little by little leaned against the side of the boat and moved towards the center of the boat.

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"Naive idea!" Looking at the ghost of the Viku who was shouting slogans in front of him, the Haiviku man angrily punched and kicked the bound Viku. "You're done, we're close to the Soul Eater's Throat now, and this is already Herya's realm, Odin can't save you now, even those Vagri are the same!"

"Even if you're not here. Do you think Odin will send Vagri to guide you? Don't forget! Your king has long since taken you to the scourge of the undead and the wicked, and you have long since abandoned Valhalla. ”

As the Haiviku spoke, the Vikku closed their mouths, and their expressions could be seen to be quite painful and remorseful.

"Shut up!" At this time, the old Vikus shouted, "Because we have made a mistake and turned our backs on our ancestors, we all deserve to die at the hands of mortals." But even so, only the ancestors in Valhalla can judge us, not a witch who has turned into a monster! ”

"Yes! Then when you go to the abyss of hell, I think Hera will entertain you 'loyal' servants of Odin! ”