Azeroth’s Death Track

Chapter 1026 30. Knocking Down the Dust (Part 1)--adding more for the presumptuous brothers in Midsummer [1522]

Heroic spirits are special spirit bodies. The power of arcane neutralizes the negative power of the undead, making the spirit bodies more similar to the living, but superior to the living in every way. Due to its special form of existence, each All the heroic spirits are full of powerful energy, which is enough to guarantee their daily actions, or engage in some low-intensity battles.

However, during high-intensity battles, heroic spirits often control heavy lightning-cast steel bodies. At this time, they need to be pre-charged to allow them to reach their full state.

Heroic spirits in full condition are very terrifying. It can be seen from the fighting posture of the heroic spirit team commanded by Heimdall. These tall steel warriors are covered with thick energy shields. It can mobilize the power of runes. Through different combinations of runes of different colors, they can endow heroic spirits with special combat effects, or strengthen their strength, or attach the power of wind and thunder to weapons, or enhance their defense, etc.

They are like real war machines. The pure titan power flows from the body of steel, which is like the energy injected into the super engine, allowing this powerful body to burst out with extremely astonishing power.

At this time, in the Valagar Fortress, Odin's Heroic Spirit Corps was being awakened rapidly. Those Heroic Spirits rushed into the holy arsenal according to the orders of their respective commanders, manipulated their own steel bodies, and entered the preset position, to inject energy into these steel bodies that would be sealed up on weekdays, and then directly drop them into the center of the battlefield through the bridge of the sky in the center of the Valagar fortress, also known as the transmission device of the Rainbow Bridge.

There are also some brave heroic warriors rushing into the center of the fortress along the golden bridge hanging in the clouds, trying to help their leader, the great and noble Odin, against the evil witch Hela.

However, although these heroic spirits are powerful, their strength is also limited. On the battlefield of confronting Hela, these warriors with steel bodies will be cut to pieces by Hela's sharp blade within a few encounters. Now, the Queen of Hell has already got rid of her twisted and bloated fallen body. After her soul was replaced into the body of the Valkyrie, her own death power and tyrannical power have not weakened.

On the contrary, a more agile and dexterous figure makes every weapon she swings more deadly. She seems to miss this feeling of freedom of movement, so on the battlefield in the front hall full of steel wreckage, this queen did not use it. Instead of using death spells, they directly slashed at these solid warriors with their sharp blades, as if they were enjoying the fun of fighting.

On the other hand, Odin stood at the entrance of the vestibule with a thunder spear in his hand. He was not afraid of Hela and refused to join the battlefield. Odin focused on the entire battlefield. If they are all awakened, then Odin is sure to win this battle, at least maintain an undefeated stalemate.

For a leader, personal happiness, anger, gains and losses cannot be the reason for making a decision.

Odin, do you still need these bugs to protect you?

In the front hall of the Hall of Valor, Hela was surrounded by more and more heroic warriors. Her pale body was like a swaying beam of light. His attack and actions were so agile that it was unimaginable. Under the pale lightning helmet, there was a ferocious smile dancing on the lower half of his face.

You're just letting them die!

Hela stood on the wreckage of a heroic warrior who had been chopped down. Holding a double-edged sword that shone with silver light, she walked gracefully towards Odin who was standing on the steps in the front hall.

She didn't seem to pay attention to the heroic spirits around her. The black dead frost surged on the golden ground like a raging storm, and wherever Hela went, she was frozen into a frosty hell. The posture made the heroic spirits extremely angry. When Hela took the third step forward in the hollowed-out pale combat boots, an unbearable heroic spirit finally swung a sword at her.

Witch! Die!

The heroic warrior with a beard jumped into the sky like a cannonball. He gripped the huge ax shining with thunder in both hands, and slashed down on the slim Hela, but the sharp blade that was shining with wind and thunder The moment it fell, Hela raised her left hand, clasped her slender five fingers on the edge of the smashed tomahawk, and easily took the blow, her thin body did not shake at all.

click

Hela's fingers dug into the surface of the solid battle axe, causing the steel to groan overwhelmed. A layer of cold death frost, like a spider web, quickly covered the weapon and the body of the heroic spirit. In the surge of low temperature, the steel battle ax shattered into pieces, and the huge heroic spirit fell to the ground, but Hela grabbed the neck the next moment, and with a toothache tearing sound, the headless The steel body was like a huge boulder being thrown, hitting the frozen ground behind Hela.

The Queen of Hell held a torn-off head in her hand, and there were some metal cables attached to the huge steel, dragging on the ground, and strange sparks danced between the metal stubbles. Some penetration.

She tilted her head, looked at the heroic spirits in front of her, then stretched out her hand, pulled out the double-edged sword she had planted on the ground, and swung her left hand forward.

boom

The torn metal head hit the Heroic Spirits' feet and rolled a few times, revealing the distorted face of the Heroic Spirit before death, like an extremely mocking demonstration.

Come, Odin's puppies!

Hela hooked her fingers towards the heroic spirits guarding Odin. She stretched out her scarlet tongue and licked her lips. The pale Valkyrie moved her shoulders, and the blood of the heroic spirits continued to drip from the sharp blade in her hand. , she said with a gloomy tone and a hint of joy:

I created you, and I don't mind destroying you with my own hands.

Hella, there is something wrong with your position, back off!

A voice suddenly sounded in Hela's ears, making the queen, who was about to move forward and continue to slaughter those heroic spirits, stunned for a moment, but Hela still retreated quickly, like a pale lightning jumping endlessly among the steel wreckage.

Hela's sudden retreat made Odin, who had been paying attention to the battle situation, frown. This giant with a cool flaming beard had a premonition of a problem at this moment, but before he could guess what the problem was, a low, muffled thunder sounded. A resounding sound resounded in the depths of the sky fortress under Odin's feet, like the weird sound of a high-speed gear suddenly getting stuck.

Ka Ka Ka

The strange vibration quickly spread along the energy terminal that was remotely locked inside the sky fortress, and spread in all directions, just like the small bombs buried in the ground were detonated one after another. In the area, the out-of-control energy swept across the torn ground of the vestibule like a beating and shining thunderstorm, engulfing the wreckage of those steel heroic spirits.

The dazzling lightning flying, coupled with the continuous vibration of the connection, and the strange and ominous black smoke spreading from the fortress, all seemed to indicate that some bad things had happened.

Lord Odin! The holy arsenal! The holy arsenal is locked!

A heroic craftsman who lost his arm due to an energy explosion rushed out of the billowing black smoke with a face covered in black ashes. He knelt weakly at Odin's feet and reported with difficulty:

The source of the signal is from Ulduar... All our chargers have been destroyed due to energy overload, and we...we have been betrayed!

How many heroic spirits have you awakened?

Odin's flame beard became brighter, which represented that the chief manager was filled with anger, and he asked in a deep voice:

How many heroic spirits can join the battle?

One-tenth...only one-tenth, Lord Odin!

This bad news completely annihilated the last hope in Odin's heart. The spear in the hand of this furious guardian slammed on the ground. Amidst the dazzling thunder, his thunderous roar resounded throughout the entire world. The sky in Stormheim.

Lai! You bloody traitor!!!

swish

A white lightning passed through the billowing smoke, and the sharp light of the knife almost brushed Odin's body and hit the ground, smashing the solid steel ladder to pieces at this moment. Odin took a step back and swung the Thunder War Spear, amidst the humming roar of thunder and lightning, against the backdrop of electric current and flames, Hela, wielding a double-edged knife, was blasted into the sky. The Valkyrie flapped her wings again, and quickly stabilized her body in the air.

The father and daughter who had turned against each other looked at each other in the doomsday scene of Valaghar. Odin's one eye shone with pain and anger, while Hela's pale eyes showed no emotion.

You were abandoned by your own brother, Odin! Just like you abandoned me mercilessly.

Hela's voice was like the coldest wind in the darkness, blowing on Odin's body and blowing in his ears:

Are you in pain?

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At the edge of the hall of the Valagar Fortress where thunder and flames splattered and the internal energy center was completely out of control, amidst the glare of the dark mist, the High Lord stepped out with the Ashbringer in his hand, followed by the Grand Lich Anastarian Behind him, there are Lord Syndra 13, who is the best at magic, and Prince Farondis and Ms. Elsa Blue Moon, who are super skilled in magic.

This is a team of real magic users.

Look at this damn place!

The great lord looked at the land in front of him that had become a mess due to out-of-control energy. The air here was filled with a strange smell of burnt energy, and dangerous energy sparks were constantly beating in the air. It looked like a piece of machinery. like the wasteland.

Tyrion lowered his head and looked at the body that was burned by the energy flames, leaving only a steel skull. He kicked the wreckage of the heroic spirit, and then said to the followers behind him:

Odin has really bad taste, look at this ugly creation, his biology must not be up to par...

Odin is not here, High Lord, he should go somewhere else.

The Grand Lich looked left and right, and then pointed to the huge golden arches on the west platform of the Valagar Fortress in the billowing darkness. Lord said:

There! That thing should be the Supreme Gate, a device used by Odin to transform heroic spirits.

Then let's go!

The great lord waved his hand and said to the magic users behind him:

You still have 20 minutes to remove the Supreme Gate and transport it back to Darkblade City before Valagar falls. It is our most important trophy and must be taken seriously!

Obey, High Lord!

Below the Grand Lich, a dozen of the most powerful spellcasters of the Dark Blade Legion responded in unison. Then, under the gaze of the Grand Lord, they quickly passed through the mechanical ruins covered with smoke and sparks, and moved towards the large platform on the west side. The lord himself stood on this messy battlefield. From the surrounding wreckage, he could see how fierce the battle was just now.

But judging from the bones left by these heroic spirits, they should all be beheaded by that crazy woman Hela.

A woman full of hatred + a powerful lunatic, this combination can easily destroy the world.

Tyrion made a slight complaint, then raised his weapon, followed the road in front of the hall, traced the traces of the battle between Hela and Odin, and moved forward all the way. He promised those guardians that he would keep Odin one life.

The great lord is a person who keeps his word, so he must do what he promises to others.

However, just as the great lord passed through the empty mead hall with only corpses left, and was about to step on the rainbow bridge to the highest point of the Valagar Fortress, a flash of light suddenly appeared in the hall behind him, The violent energy fluctuations made the High Lord stop in his tracks, then turned his head, and saw a silver heroic spirit holding a thunder sword, stepping out from the portal generated by the Rainbow Bridge.

It was a warrior who was much taller than ordinary Heroic Spirits. He was wearing silver and brass intertwined steel armor and a golden horned helmet that was very similar to Odin. He was strong and resolute. Underneath, there are a pair of eyes burning with anger. He has a simple and simple horn hanging on his waist, and the smoke from the war is still on his body. He looks somewhat tired, but from the posture of walking It can be seen that this is a very powerful fighter.

This is Heimdall, Odin's second-in-command, gatekeeper and first champion of Valarjar.

And when the High Lord saw Heimdall, Heimdall, who had just returned to the Sky Fortress from the Gate of the Brave, also saw the High Lord and the horrific body of the heroic spirit beside the High Lord, and the High Lord held a sharp The sword, and the gloomy aura that haunted him, made him look like the culprit of the Mead Hall massacre.

You! Did you kill them?

Heimdall looked at the massacre in front of him. Those fearless warriors who could only fight the invaders with the bodies of heroic spirits because the holy arsenal was locked up were cut down to the ground just like the weakest soldiers. Frost covered their corpses, completely cutting off their vitality. The mead hall, once filled with singing and never-ending banquets, has become a real hell on earth in this battle of heaven.

Facing Heimdall's scolding, the high lord stretched out his finger and tapped his forehead, and said in a low voice:

I wanted to answer no, but when I think about it carefully, they did die because of me, so... let it be.

He raised his head and looked at the angry Heimdall in front of him. A gleam of light flashed in the ice-blue eyes of the high lord, and he said softly:

You should be Heimdall, Odin's warrior. I've heard your story, but seeing you come here so aggressively, I guess, are you going to avenge them?

I recognize you too!

Heimdall looked angrily and vigilantly at the slender man in black swordsman's robe in front of him, a trace of undisguised fighting intent flashed in his steel eyes, and pulsating lightning strikes on Heimdall's body Beating, and those mysterious runes, are constantly strengthening the strength of Valagar's first warrior.

You are the great lord of the dead, and you are already the most powerful man in Azeroth! Your power can give you the freedom to do whatever you want, but I still have doubts about it...why is it Us! We're all doing the right thing, so why us?

boom

The black sharp blade in Tyrion's hand hit the ground and made a low sound. He leaned on the hilt of the sword with both hands and looked at Heimdall in front of him. The expression of the great lord became calm. In the death hall full of wreckage, he said softly:

If you insist on asking this question, then I can only answer you...

For me and the world...

The age of mercy has passed...