Azeroth’s Death Track

Chapter 1023 27. The Kuroshio--add more for the presumptuous brothers in Midsummer [1222]

What good cannon fodder they are!

In the ruins of Skold-Aisher, on the top of the dark tower nearly 100 meters high, in the hall made of twisted black steel, Hela sitting on the spiked throne felt a little regretful, looking at those The Vrykul emissaries who retreated into the hall respectfully and panicked.

Those messengers were sent by the elders of the clan, and they prayed that the war of the gods would not bring about the destruction of the world, for which they were willing to sacrifice everything.

Unfortunately, Hella only wants their souls.

The great lord does not allow the Dark Blade Legion to randomly extract the souls of the natives of Azeroth!

Agatha, the pale Valkyrie standing in the hall, replied sternly:

Because our cause is just, what's more, we don't need to use such a barbaric method to make servants. Those weak zombies and ghouls simply cannot participate in such a high-intensity war.

justice?

Hela, who was leaning on the Iron Throne decorated with 11 black spears, yawned boredly. Looking at her former sister, she sneered:

You guys still believe this... I can't help laughing, justice, a child's thing, Odin's henchmen often use this word, it's so hypocritical and disgusting!

Not you!

Anhelder, the Valkyrie's adjutant who was pushing open the door and walked into the hall with a battle plan, stopped her superior's outrageous speech, and she explained cautiously:

It's us! Your Excellency Hella, you are now a member of us. You are no longer the self-pitying, mad god of death. You are a member of this system. You should do your best to maintain its majesty. Good for you and us!

I admit that the fighting power of Tyrion's legion is refreshing to me.

Hela leaned lazily on the cold throne, and she put the half-covered battle helmet aside. She was playing with a demon's skull boredly. It was in the ruins of Dalaran after Tyrion escaped. The souvenirs that were personally cut from Archimonde's bones are also one of Hela's most proud collections.

But his and your ideas are too naive! A force that can easily destroy the world and dominate the world, actually wants to maintain order, it really makes people laugh!

Hela's contempt angered Agatha, who had followed Tyrion the longest, and the Valkyrie retorted fiercely:

Hella! You are not qualified to comment on the great lord like that!

During the time when you disturbed the balance of life and death in the world because of your own selfish interests, the High Lord has been fighting opponents you have never seen before, ancient gods, demons and other forces... You were also a member of the Guardian, But you failed your mission, he saved the world in his own way! He planned the order of this world with one hand, and he is much greater than all of you!

But he's a Grim Reaper! Baby.

Hela bared her teeth at Agatha, she snorted and said maliciously:

The best gift he can bring to this world is death. No one likes death, admit it! No matter how much he has done for this world, in the eyes of life, he will always be the ugliest enemy! No one will like it He, and no one will sing his praises!

Okay, stop arguing!

The mature and prudent Anhelde stopped this boring quarrel, and she threw the battle plan in her hand to Hela:

At nightfall tonight, the battle will begin. As a vanguard, we will attack the Valagar Fortress' Gate of the Brave on the land of Stormheim, which is the ground entrance to the Hall of Valor. Counterattack, take that gate! That is the most important strategic location, and according to the request of the great lord, we must stick to it until the end of the war.

No! I won't be there!

Hela didn't even look at the battle plan in her hand, she returned it to Anhelder, and she said softly:

Anhelder, you were my most trusted lieutenant. During the period of time in Hell, you will perfectly complete all the tasks I assigned to you. I believe that you will not let me down this time.. .The attack on the Gate of the Brave is fully entrusted to you!

What about you? Hella?

Pale Valkyrie Anhelder was not surprised by this order. In fact, this order was sent to her. It seems that the group of warmongers in the combat command did not count on the sea that had just joined the dark blade. Ra can command the battle well.

I?

Hela stood up from the cold throne, patted her slender legs that were no longer weak, and then put the heavy and cold battle helmet on her head, she said:

I have a pair of wings stronger than you...so my battlefield is in the sky!

The war fortress hanging in the sky, I will break it with my own hands! The bones of the heroic spirits under Odin will become the stairs under my feet, allowing me to move forward on the bone road...to challenge Odin!

A speck of black lightning danced in the corner of Hela's eyes. She raised her head and looked at the golden fortress on the edge of the sky at dusk. She said with murderous intent:

I've given everything, isn't it just for this?

A complete end... the grievances between me and him!

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They are coming! Exalted Odin!

On the top of the closed Valagar Fortress, the heavily armed gatekeeper Heimdall, a powerful heroic warrior with a thunder sword on his back, reported to Odin sitting on the throne:

Those undead are advancing along the mountain path of the Gate of the Brave, and they want to attack our front on the ground!

I see it, Heimdall, I see it!

Odin was sitting on the throne, leaning on his Thunder Spear in his hand. Against the backdrop of the endless lightning storm, in Odin's only remaining left eye, he could clearly see the ground shrouded in night.

There, the black undead tide is rolling forward.

Gathered together, the roaring black chariots are like behemoths made of steel. They are awakened under the dark tower. In the puffing and puffing of black smoke, those steel behemoths form a torrent that submerges everything. Those undead, the undead of the dark blade, they sat on those chariots with hot weapons in their hands, their faces were expressionless, cold like dead bones just awakened from the battlefield, and they would throw themselves into the next battle with endless fighting will. in a war.

Behind the torrent of the steel behemoth, there are infantry advancing forward in several phalanxes. Under the leadership of the death knights, wherever these undead infantry go, the temperature drops extremely, even in their Where they stepped, even the ground was covered with frost. They moved forward silently without making a sound. They were not as noisy as mortal legions, but they had an aura of devouring everything.

Under the tens of thousands of black skull visors, Odin could see the ghosts of death one by one. They were the ghosts transformed by the great lord Tyrion. The commander of the dead endowed these dead with his own will. The endless fighting spirit of the soldiers, he well preserved the anger of death in their hearts, and taught them to release it on the battlefield.

Farther away, at the end of the land, in the endless sea under the darkness of night, Odin saw warships filled with the power of death rising from the deep sea, those who had annihilated themselves in time Ghostships, those battleships rearmed by the gloomy death, also sailed up the mouth of the Gulf of Storms under the command of a powerful undead.

They are to cooperate with the undead to fight, the black artillery displayed on the battleship, those undead sailors who also wore black uniforms, they raised the flag of the dark blade in the dark, let it stretch in the night wind, this The appearance of the fleet represents that the sea has also become a battlefield... The black tide of death, just like flooding the land, also floods the sea.

This army of the dead was stranger than any army Odin had ever seen.

This is an army that is here to challenge the Legion of Heroic Spirits and their masters... It's arrogant, but they do have the qualifications!

How many years has it been since Odin stood up from his throne, and no one has challenged him?

The guardian's first battle will move his shoulders and wrists. He realizes that the one who comes today will be a powerful challenger... Maybe he must use all his strength to defeat them!

The next moment, under Odin's watchful eyes, before the black tide of the Dark Blade Undead, 11 pale Valkyries flapping their wings descended from the sky. They spread their white wings and held the Dark Blade's battle flag high, as if Angel of victory!

This scene made Odin's eyes tighten, and he recognized the Valkyries, even though they accepted Tyrion's death force and took a rest in their appearance, Odin could still recognize them!

Those are the Val'kyr who once followed Hela to rebel! They appeared in the Legion of Dark Blade, does it mean that Hela has...

swish

A white light flashed into the sky from the darkness to answer Odin's doubts. The light like a sharp sword rushed into the dark sky, and then, in a round of shining sword light, it smashed fiercely like a falling meteor. On the platform of the warfort suspended in the sky, the defensive shields of the Valagar Fortress should have been activated under the full blow of this hybrid death force, but it did not!

The golden shield that was enough to block all attacks was not activated, as if it had never existed at all, and the extremely sharp blade left a terrible crack in the sacred vestibule, as if mocking Odin and Like his Legion of Heroes.

Odin raised his head, and with his one eye, he looked at the Valkyrie, who was single-handed and single-handed, blatantly slashing into Valagall, and that unique Valkyrie was also looking at him.

Hela stretched out her hand, and easily lifted the double-edged sword inserted on the ground. She moved her pale gauntlet, and raised her left hand. Her face resembled Odin. Between Hela's fingers, Odin's loyal servant, The soul of Ayur, the golden Val'kyr leader whom he appointed himself, is struggling.

The soul that was severely tortured by Hela was already weak to the extreme, like a golden flame floating in the wind, with just a pinch, the golden flame would be completely extinguished.

Odin! Did you hear that? Al is begging you to save her!

Hela's sharp voice echoed in this sacred hall, full of sarcasm and disdain:

Your puppy is begging her master to help her, but will you save her? Will you abandon her mercilessly? Just like you destroyed me back then! You will leave your kindness to Al For your second daughter?

It's you!

Such vicious words made Odin frown, he strode down from the throne, his one eye stared at the evil pale Valkyrie in the hall below, struggling with the golden light spot in her hand, he shouted loudly :

It's you! Hella! You vicious witch!

Let go of Al! Your hatred for me, your twisted hatred for me, has nothing to do with her!

have!

Hela raised her left hand and pointed the sharp double-edged sword at Odin. Under the angry gaze of countless heroes in the Hall of Valor, Hela said in a cold tone:

That's not just a conflict between you and me, Odin, it's about everyone on this dirty land! The birth of every heroic spirit is based on the pain of me and my poor sisters. Everyone here All bystanders of this tragedy, all with blood on their hands, everyone is guilty! No one is innocent...

I'll destroy them! Just like you destroyed me...

I've been waiting for tens of thousands of years... Finally, this moment has finally arrived!

Hela's icy gauntlets were tightened bit by bit. Amid Odin's roar, the last trace of the golden Valgliel's soul was ruthlessly crushed by the surging power of death, and finally turned into a flying bird. Golden light feathers shrouded the front hall where Hela stood.

crash

Hela's pale wings mixed with thick darkness spread out at this moment, she let out a cold and gloomy laugh, and with her finger waving, the dark dead frost covered the hall inch by inch, and covered everything with a kind of The posture surged towards the depths of the Hall of Valor.

Odin! The Ragnarok you fear is here! The doom you are resisting is here!

It's in my hand, it's today!

Hela's voice resounded in the dark sky, adding a different kind of chill to the gloomy night, like the wings of death sweeping across the sky, like the horn of war.

On the land below Valaghar, 11 Valkyries blew the horns brought out from hell in unison. In that deep and reverberating sound, endless gray mist surged out of the darkness, Among the lingering gray mist, the Kvaldir army who had been preparing for a long time roared out of the mist, as well as the cold-faced Sergeant Helagar and the dark monsters domesticated by Hela.

These green ghost armies are like the real ghosts in the sea, amidst the surge of the sea, they bring a cold tide, and rush to the gate of the brave who is waiting in front of them with a gesture of submerging everything. The battle horn of the Legion also sounded, and the artillery fire of the Dead Sea Fleet roared, and the burning shells lit up the dark sky.

It was like a fire shining in the darkness, which illuminated the darkness and made it no longer cold, and even had a noise comparable to daytime.

In short, the war has begun!

And above the sky, Hela's provocation also angered Odin. The chief manager pointed the Thunder Spear in his hand on the ground, and he walked step by step to the rainbow bridge with flames shining in front of him. This vicious witch, and Odin's voice echoed like a drum in this sacred golden hall:

Heimdall, go to the Gate of the Brave! I'll deal with this witch!

Varagar! This battle must be won! The Legion of Heroes... Attack!