Azeroth’s Death Track

Chapter 1017 21. Destruction (Part 2)--adding more cousins ​​to the tiger [622]

The most powerful of the guardians, the chief administrator, Odin, does not trust flesh and blood.

Odin is a leader who treats himself and others very harshly. He holds the supreme force and is in charge of the military power in the Guardian system. When Azeroth is threatened, Odin is always the first to charge In the previous warriors, he has his own personality charm, but he also has his own shortcomings.

Odin has always believed that the important world of Azeroth will inevitably face the choice of a war at a certain point in the future. He must have a powerful army to better protect the world. After the end, Odin was also dissatisfied with his increasingly tired companions, especially Tire's proposal to incorporate the proto-dragons into the manager's system, which angered Odin even more.

Because of this incident, the stubborn guardian was very disappointed with his companions. He felt that when the disaster of Twilight of the Gods came, the group of himself who had been addicted to raising pets, doing experiments and doing nothing every day The good-for-nothing companions are sure to be useless and cannot be relied on, so Odin decides to do it himself.

He cut a part from Ulduar as the Valagar Fortress, sent his adopted daughter Hela to the mysterious land of shadows to find tough souls, and cast the Supreme Gate to transform these souls into heroic spirits. The Stormsmiths forged bodies for the Heroic Spirits.

Of course, as a qualified general, he knows very well that in order to go to the battlefield, soldiers need extremely sharp weapons in addition to armor. Therefore, the best blacksmiths in Valagar Fortress have received a new mission. , They wanted to make the best weapons for the Heroic Spirit Legion, and in the process, on a night when the storm blew, a pair of the most perfect swords were made and sent to Odin.

Odin liked this pair of battle swords very much. He felt that the pair of battle swords shaped like dragon wings could perfectly demonstrate the courage of the heroic warriors, so he gave the pair of battle swords his own blessing and hung them in the sky fortress He used it to inspire the soldiers under his command. He has been looking forward to a warrior who can hold it in his hand, so that this weapon can shine with the deadliest light.

After hundreds of years, the warrior Odin expected appeared... His name was Ingvar, and he came from the clan of Dragon Raiders.

That was a brave Vrykul warrior. When he was still alive, he led a group of warriors to crusade against a mountain range occupied by the ancient gods, and fought to the death, beheading the evil god with his last breath. Servant, such a feat made the entire Hall of Valor sigh, so after Ingvar's death, Hela appeared in person and brought the warrior's soul back to the Valagar Fortress.

Odin gave Ingvar the Valaghar battle sword, but unfortunately, Hela soon set off a rebellion, and together with Loken, sealed Odin and the entire Heroic Spirit Legion in the Valaghar Fortress. But a few heroic spirits who went out survived this disaster, and Ingvar was among them.

Ingvar didn't hesitate, and witnessed Hela's betrayal, this brave man rushed into Hela's hell with a sword in his hand. He was like a legion, turning Hela's abyss upside down In the end, Hela had to show up in person to fight. Ingvar held two swords and pierced Hela's body and heart several times, but the god of death will not die, and the warrior will finally feel to exhaustion.

Ingvar died just like that, his unyielding soul belonged to the battle sword, but the battle sword was finally collected by Hela, the queen of hell tried to corrode the sharp blade with her own power, trying to make it for her own use, but the long-term infiltration in The death made Hela's body bloated, and she couldn't use the warrior's weapon. Therefore, she chose one of the most loyal servants to use it.

The man was called Vigvers, and there is not much to tell about his evil story. In short, Vigvers died in the end, and his soul was also absorbed by the sword, and he fought with Ingvar for a long time. Fighting in the sword, and the original Valagar war sword was forced to separate because of the souls belonging to the two camps. It has two new names...

Odin's Wrath and Hela's Wrath

Perhaps it was a fateful arrangement. In the end, thousands of years later, at the place where Ingvar died in battle, a dead spirit took over his inheritance. On the opposite side of this dead spirit, Hela's general held the sojourner's hand. Another sword of dark souls.

crash

Explosions like storms and lightning came from the changing shape of the Odin's Wrath sword in Saurfang's hands, and the dazzling blue lightning illuminated the gloom of this battlefield. Ingvar entrusted his final will to Saurfang, although he didn't quite want his sword to be held by an undead.

But he has no choice...

You said you wanted to kill that bitch Hella...then I'll help you!

The lingering sound of that soul resounded in Saurfang's mind, and the energy surging like lightning exploded completely, wrapping around Saurfang's shattered body, making him look like he was holding a ball of unrestrained power. Like tamed lightning, the sound of lightning flashing across the darkness is like a roaring war song:

Take my power! Take my last wish... Warrior!

Help me hack that bitch to death! Don't show mercy!

boom

During the beating of thunder and lightning, Saurfang took a step forward, and the battle sword in his left hand turned into a sharp blade similar to a dragon's claw, gathering endless storms and lightning, it had a strange reverse blade , looked full of lethality, and the beating thunder light illuminated Saurfang's gloomy face. The death lord wiped the blood stains from the corner of his mouth with his fingers, and he looked at Ymiron in front of him with a grin.

It's nice to bully others with power that doesn't belong to you, right?

The orc moved his neck, grabbed the broken armor on his body, and threw it aside. His upper body was naked, and the scars all over his chest made Ymiron's eyes narrow, which meant that the orc in front of him had experienced Unimaginably terrible battles, that's the best badge of honor for a fighter.

Come!

Saurfang held the sword in his left hand and spread his right hand. He didn't defend at all. He just walked towards Ymiron carelessly. A dead person shouldn't have anger in his heart, but when he holds Odin's Wrath, he is as alive as a warrior. Anger returned to Saurfang's body again. The orc raised his head, stared at the vrykul in front of him, and shouted:

Come on! Come hack me! Coward! Do what you just wanted to do...

Ymiron didn't respond, he just held the Wrath of Hela tightly with his recovered hands, he looked at the orc in front of him vigilantly, that defensive posture made Saurfang show a trace of disappointment, but Soon, this disappointment turned into anger again:

Aren't you coming? Are you scared?

Is there not even a single person who can fight in Hela's hell?

Saurfang raised his head, and he saw Hela, Queen of Hell, who was beaten by the high lord in the Dead Sea in the distance. force.

Alright alright!

The orc shook his head, he said disappointedly:

This war was quite interesting just now, but now it's getting boring...

boom

The frozen land under Saurfang's feet seemed to be thumped by an invisible giant beast. In the terrifying sound of the earth being torn apart, the angry death knight rushed into the sky like a warrior. roared:

It's time to end!

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You are already an elite among hunters, almost unmatched in the entire continent of Azeroth.

A deep and magnetic voice echoed in the ears of the Blood Mistress. Alleria blinked her blood-red eyes, and she looked at the strange battle spear suspended in mid-air in confusion.

It was the loot she had collected from a strange beast she had just shot.

In the war between Dark Blade and Hela, the blood mistress led the Salain Legion to stand firm in the ruins of Hoswald, guarding the rear for her husband. Just now, her Salain Legion defeated the The Tidedefel Harbor tried to rush back to Hell to support an army of Helya.

Easy to win...

Not in Hela's territory, it is difficult for these dead souls to be resurrected after being killed, which makes them very weak when facing the heavy firepower of the Dark Blade Legion.

And that weird beast seemed to smell the murderous intent on the battlefield, and rushed out of the mist-shrouded lair agitatedly, trying to sneak attack Alleria, but was sucked by the blood mistress and died a miserable death .

But...how could a beast have such a weird weapon? It looks like an ancient weapon, well, it has a tauren style.

You have outstanding strength, agility, and firm will. None of the prey you target can escape your palm.

The voice sounded again. This time, Mistress Blood confirmed that she had no auditory hallucinations. She pursed her lips, tilted her head, and looked at the strange battle spear in front of her. After a few seconds, she said in a hoarse voice:

Indeed, but then?

Hehe, unlike those hunters and rangers who rely on bows and arrows, you dare to face your enemies head-on, just like the legendary Huln Highmountain! Your skills of trapping, hunting and killing are perfect! You know you need what?

That voice asked, this question made Mistress Blood frown, she asked tentatively:

What else do I need?

A unique weapon!

The voice answered solemnly:

A weapon that will allow you to chase your opponents like On'hara the Eagle! And it's right in front of you, behold! This spear is the ancestral weapon of the Highmountain tauren! It has been blessed by many wild demigods !It lets you spread your wings like an eagle and make you a true wilderness master!

The weird voice continued to seduce:

You don't need help from others, hold it, and you will become invincible!

oh.

Alleria hummed dryly, then looked at the spear in front of her with distaste, and after thinking for a few seconds, she replied crisply:

No! I don't need it!

Um???

The demigods in the wilderness are the most annoying! The bunch of demigods at home are enough to cause headaches...

The Mistress of Blood rubbed her forehead and complained incessantly:

Those children don't worry at all. They promised me to take good care of those demigods, but they didn't. Now they need me to feed them every day. It's enough! And so what if they are invincible? Look at my husband, He's invincible, right? But he's so busy that he doesn't even have time to spend Valentine's Day with me! You know what? Power is the most annoying thing! Isn't this thing enough?

Uh...I mean, you can't always rely on men to protect you!

The voice was a little anxious, and it said:

You should act stronger than him! The eagle's claw can help you!

Why?

The Blood Mistress shrugged:

My husband will protect me, besides...

wow

A pair of huge blood wings spread behind the mistress, Alleria said softly:

I'm strong enough, I don't need you! A soul of unknown origin and hiding, and I smell from you similar to that little bitch in Xalatath, you come from the void, right?

The voice stopped talking, it seems that the mistress guessed its heel correctly.

Heh, a void servant trapped in this battle spear, interesting! The Grand Lich will definitely like a test product like you!

Nasa! Send it to Karazhan!

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There is nothing good in Hella's treasure house!

While the war between Dark Blade and Hela was going on, at the place where Hela kept the treasures, the little ghost Yuna who sneaked over rummaged through the pile of weird treasures, looking for something she was interested in, The child has no interest in those priceless gems, in those treasures with dark magic power, she is just looking for something that will catch her attention.

But unfortunately, Hela and Yuna may have different aesthetics. In short, Yuna searched the treasure house, but found nothing of value, until she found a strange skull from a corner.

What kind of duck is this?

Yuna looked at the thing that looked like a devil's skull over and over again, she reached out and knocked on the surface of the dark green skull, like knocking a watermelon.

And this terrible action directly awakened the ancient soul sleeping in the skull, and a hazy voice sounded in Yuna's heart:

Ah, a queer eredar cub, like an undead, but also like those paladins, boy, did you hear my name?

No! What's your name?

Yuna knew that she had picked up something good again, and while waving her hand to open the gate leading to the realm of the dead, she asked:

Are you famous? You look so funny...

Famous? Play? You're mocking me, ignorant cub, listen up! My name is Sarki! I'm the first warlock among the eredar! Even Archimonde It's my student, but that bastard betrayed me, he's afraid of my power, and that idiot Mephistros doesn't know how to use me, and you, you seem to have amazing potential, so listen to me, I will To give you a bright future, you just need to...

Wait, where is this going? I smell bad, I don't like it!

Feeling the strange power of the dead world, the arrogant tone of the ancient soul hidden in the skull immediately became low and panicked, and it shouted loudly:

Enough! Put me here! Damn it! You ignorant cub! Respect the old man!

Put me down! I'm not going to that place! Damn it!

Let it go!!!