Azeroth’s Death Track

Chapter 1028 32. Falling from Heaven--adding more to the magician Fengyin brothers [1722]

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In Stormheim under the night, a group of vrykul, led by elders, were standing on the hillside outside their village.

These Vrykul people are male and female, and some women are holding crying babies. This is a small clan located in the central area of ​​Stormheim. They live in the mountains. They stand outside their village and can Clearly seeing the sky in the dark night, in the myths and legends, the flames of war ignited on the golden fortress Valagarh where Odin lived.

The flashing thunder and flames lit up the sky, as if the entire sky was burning.

The sight terrified everyone, and even the bravest warriors and wisest elders of the village paled in the light echoed by the burning sky.

A terrible gossip was whispered among the crowd behind the elder.

That was the news from the black steel tower standing in the ruins of Skold-Aisher.

The Ragnarok prophesied by God Odin is here!

All the gods, the brave Heimdall, the wise El, the rebellious Helya, and even Odin himself will fall in this disaster...

It is said that only those who sincerely worship the new god can continue to live!

Don't talk nonsense! There are no new gods at all. After Ragnarok, all believers in Odin will become unbelievers, and we will lose everything.

The very brave, but slightly ignorant villagers lowered their voices and said something that terrified the children. The always majestic elders should have stood up at this time, tied up those who dared to spread rumors, and whipped them. But at this time, the elder was not in that mood, because he himself was very worried. This wise old man was standing beside his granddaughter, and he held her hand tightly. He didn't know that after tonight, the entire Stormfjord What kind of fate will be for the Vrykul.

And the young Vrykul girl was holding a big book in her hand, which was made of exquisite animal skins and precious paper, and it was an item that could only be owned by the most knowledgeable and wise men in the entire small tribe. A symbol of her grandfather's status.

Oh, by the way, this book is called The Book of Kane, the little girl's grandfather, the elder of this small clan is called Kane, and the little girl is called Leah.

Grandpa, will God Odin die?

The little girl looked at the night sky that had been burned by the flames. In the flames, she could faintly see the burning Valagar, which was the place where the great god Odin lived. In the legend of the Vrykul, Odin is supreme , is the most powerful god in the whole world, but his house was burned, which made the little girl a little scared, she whispered to her most admired grandpa:

Are we going to lose our god?

No, Leah.

Elder Kane didn't know how to answer his granddaughter's question, so he could only stroke his granddaughter's hair and comfort her:

God Odin will not die, he will protect all vrykul forever, he will... wait, what is that?

As the elder exclaimed, the bravest warriors around him raised their heads and saw a blazing flame, like a meteorite, falling towards the valley not far from them.

There seems to be someone in there!

A warrior with a tomahawk and horned helmet shouted:

I read that right! That's a person!

Grandpa, grandpa, that is the man who fell from Odin's heaven!

The little girl Lia hugged her grandfather's book tightly, and she shouted:

Is that the fallen Valkyrie?

Whatever that is!

The elder looked back at Valagar, which was burning blazingly. An invisible fear choked his mind. He directed the soldiers and villagers around him to point to the valley where the flaming meteorite fell:

That must represent some kind of will of God Odin! Go find him!

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Valarjar is burning!

The Titan energy supporting this fortress suspended in the sky was cut off, and the result of forcibly locking the energy core was that most of the energy terminals of the entire fortress were overloaded, and the energy recoil caused flames and strong shocks, which was even more fatal. What's more, with the rapid loss of the original energy of the fortress, this war fortress suspended in the sky has already shown signs of falling.

Although falling or burning will not damage the main structure of this fortress, it comes from Ulduar, the city of titans, after all, and it is not that fragile.

Bang, bang

In the powerful magic shock caused by Syndra 13 blood lords casting spells at the same time, the Supreme Gate standing on the large platform on the west side of Valagarh, which is a complex device specially used for heroic spirit transformation, was forcibly removed from the tile by the tyrannical magic power. Ragal's main body was structurally torn off.

The huge, golden, futuristic sci-fi-style Supreme Gate was gradually removed from its original support. From a distance, it looked like a golden steel tower had collapsed.

In a place farther away, Prince Farondis used his huge magic power and delicate manipulation of the power of death to continuously expand the world rift leading to the dead world. Of course, this process is inseparable from jumping on the platform at this time. Help from the bouncing little ghost Yuna.

The huge forced demolition project in front of her made Yuna, who likes big scenes and noises, very happy. She took advantage of no one to care about her, wandering around on this heroic spirit platform, and put some weird things in her pockets from time to time. as your own collection.

And under the platform, the Grand Lich Anastarian and Ms. Elsa Blue Moon Lich stood on the golden steps on the left and right, preventing those madmen from rushing over from other parts of the fortress. Vrykul spirits trying to stop them from destroying the High Gate.

Because the holy arsenal where the steel body was stored was locked, these heroic spirits rushed into the battlefield in the most basic posture. Their bodies of heroic spirits lingering with golden light may easily resist mortal warriors, or crusade against some Monsters, but with such a primary posture, there is definitely no way to stop the joint actions of the two liches.

Of course, time is running out, and the two liches are not bloodthirsty people, so they didn't make things difficult for this group of heroic spirits who fought to the death. Imprison them in place, or send them elsewhere in this stronghold.

Anyway, even if they fall, these heroic spirits will not die, and they will become the best... experimental subjects for Dark Blade to study the transformation ceremony of heroic spirits!

Even though I've joined for so long, I still don't quite understand the style of your great lord.

Lich lady Elsa Blue Moon, the Highborne magister more than 10,000 years ago, while easily throwing out the magic that freezes everything, while pushing the glasses on the bridge of her nose, she looked at Anastas Ryan, said softly:

According to my calculations, in the face of demons and believers of the ancient gods, as well as other enemies you will face in the future, the factors that determine whether you can win those battles are not related to the civilization of the present world. What the lord expects, the greatest victory will not rely on the existence of those mortals, they are of no use to you, but rather like an unstable factor.

If you really want to win so much, maybe you should clear all the living and make this world ruled by death. That would be simpler.

No, that's not the case, Ms. Lanyue, your understanding of the great lord's thinking is a little bit off, let me explain to you why we act like this.

The Grand Lich waved the wand in his hand, and a magic arrow containing scorching flames and cold frost shot out from the top of his wand, freezing the two heroic warriors who were rushing towards him in the air, and watched them fall to the ground, he Then he said slowly:

It is true that mortals of flesh and blood are weak and seemingly useless when it comes to fighting the supernatural, yet their free will and inexhaustible courage will always lead some of them to rise up and lead Other panicked compatriots, every second they spend fighting the enemy's fire is draining the opponent's resources and weakening their strength. You can say that the life of ordinary people is worthless, but they can exchange it for more many.

More importantly, compared to undead who can only execute orders, living mortals have the ability to think independently. They will use some unique but effective methods to accomplish things that thousands of undead can't accomplish. We generally refer to them as Call it a miracle.

And miracles and sacrifices are the meaning of their existence and the meaning of our sheltering them.

Having said that, the Grand Lich reached out and took off his monocle with some regret, and he said with some nostalgia:

Dark blade, or the responsibility and destiny of the undead is to go to the battlefield bravely, and never retreat in the face of countless enemy attacks. As for those who are alive, the most insignificant sacrifices they made will also be recorded , and use it to add bricks and tiles to our ultimate victory.

Their active efforts to protect the world, and all that they hold dear, will hasten that moment - the great, inevitable moment: the moment when the world will at last survive the horrors of war. , the world will be redeemed because of the unyielding and counterattack of all life.

So far, the short and glorious existence of mortals will eventually become an eternal hymn...

Facing the explanation of the Grand Lich, Ms. Elsa Blue Moon Lich was a little puzzled. After a few seconds of thinking, she threw out the last shot of the Frozen Orb, completely sealing the few heroic spirits who were still trying to resist in front of her. In between, she said:

To be honest, I still don't understand... I still can't understand why mortals of flesh and blood are so important in your eyes! Even at the expense of destroying such powerful, potential allies, you must also prevent them from falling into possible barbarism and wars in the future It is difficult for them to survive the apocalypse with free will and advanced civilization, but their natural savagery and tolerance for pain will make them better fighters.

Well, it seems that you are inclined to Odin's thinking.

The Grand Lich looked back at the Supreme Gate that had been sent into the realm of death with some regret. The moment the huge building left the Valagar Fortress, the fortress that was about to fall completely lost its balance. , Valagarh, the sacred hall was tilted, falling to the ground below bit by bit.

Amidst the roar of falling, Anasterian Sunstrider reached out and opened a portal, and he made a please gesture to the Lich lady beside him:

But to be honest, you don't need to think about these, if you can't understand all this, then just treat it as a kind of rule that the Dark Blade Legion operates...

The High Lord wanted us to do this, so we did it. He told us to maintain the order of civilization, so the Dark Blade became the dark protector of Azeroth's order... Got it? That's enough!

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Elder, we found the fallen object!

In the valley in the middle of the night, amidst the shouts of the Vrykul warriors, Elder Kane leaned on a wooden staff, and under the guard of the warriors, he walked quickly to the edge of the crater that was still exuding a scorching aura.

The old elder stood by the crack in the earth, he looked down, and saw a lot of metal fragments in the opened soil, they were silver fragments, and they looked like The disintegrated wreckage of some gorgeous armor, he stroked the fragments that still exuded warmth, and then commanded the bravest warriors to lift the fallen object that was scorched by scorching flames from the cracks. come out.

That's a man!

A tall man, his body was covered with horrible scorched scars, and his body was covered with bright red blood. The clothes on his body had been completely broken under the scorching heat and the blow of some kind of force, but he should be a special person.

Because he is still alive!

It's hard to imagine, falling from the sky into the earth, under such a terrible impact, he has not been torn apart, and he still has a weak breath, which is definitely not something ordinary people can do.

Give me your water bladder!

The elder shouted to the vrykul warriors beside him, and soon, a water bag filled with spirits was handed over to the elder. Kane carefully poured the cold spirits into the unconscious man's mouth, accompanied by With a violent cough, the man who fell from the sky opened his eyes.

Those are a pair of blue eyes, like the sea, like the sky.

And at the moment when the fallen man opened his eyes, a loud roar came from the higher sky, causing everyone to raise their heads subconsciously and look towards the sky. In the dark night, the burning sky Fortress Valagar, a brilliant trail of flames was drawn in the air, just like the most terrifying scene of Ragnarok in the legend, the symbol representing the existence of Vrykul gods fell from the sky....

My God, my God.

The bravest warriors of the Vrykul knelt down on the ground in fear at this moment, while the well-informed elder Kane clenched his fists tightly, half kneeling on the ground, and said incoherently:

Odin above! Gods above! Please protect us! Please!

What... what is that?

A hoarse voice sounded behind Elder Kane. The man who was rescued by them staggered to Elder Kane while gulping down strong alcohol. His blue eyes sparkled with doubts. , he pointed to Valagar, who was falling rapidly from the sky, and asked in the Vrykul language with ancient grammar:

Why is it burning?

You, don't you remember?

Elder Kane looked at the man who fell from the sky beside him, and he said in a hoarse voice:

That's where you fell, that's Valarjar, the high heaven of all vrykul mythology! And now, it's fallen... Ragnarok...

High Heaven?

The man scratched his blood-stained bald head. He looked like a fool who didn't understand anything, but when he raised his head again and looked at the raging golden flames across the night sky, some The sudden fragmented images flooded into his mind, and the endless pain made him hold his head and howl like a wild beast. Even several Vrykul warriors went up together, but they couldn't suppress this man.

Ah! Ah!!!

Ah, I see it! I see it!

Heaven is on fire, it's all my fault...