Azeroth’s Death Track

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"What a cannon fodder they are!"

In the ruins of Scord-Ahir, at the top of a dark tower nearly 100 meters high, in the hall made of twisted black steel, Hella sitting on the spiked throne was regretful, looking at those The Vrykul messengers who retreated into the hall respectfully and anxiously.

Those messengers were sent by the elders of the clan. They prayed that the war of the gods would not bring about the destruction of the world. For this they were willing to give everything.

Unfortunately, Hella only wants their souls.

"The Lord Lord does not allow the Legion of Dark Blades to arbitrarily extract the souls of Azeroth's aborigines!"

The pale goddess Agatha, who stood in the hall, replied in a glance:

"Because our cause is justified, not to mention, we don't need to use this brutal way to make servants. Those weak zombies and ghouls can't participate in such high-intensity wars at all."

"justice?"

Hella leaned on the steel throne decorated with 11 black war spears and yawned boredly. She looked at her former sister and she sneered:

"You actually believe this...it makes people laugh, justice, children's gadgets, and Odin's dog legs often use this word, which is really hypocritical and disgusting!"

"Not "you"!"

Pushing the door open, Anheld, the Valkyrie adjutant who walked into the hall with a combat plan, stopped her boss's deviant speech. She explained cautiously:

"It's "we!" Hella, you are now a member of us, you are no longer the self-satisfied, mad and dead soul, you are a member of this system, you should do your best to maintain its majesty, this Good for you and us!"

"I confess that the combat effectiveness of Tyrion's legion has refreshed me."

Hella leaned lazily on the icy throne, and the half-covered helmet was set aside by her. She bored and played with a demon skull, which was originally in the ruins of Dalaran. After Tyrion fled, she The souvenirs cut from Archimonde's body by hand are also one of Hella's most proud collections.

"But his idea with you is too naive! A force that can easily destroy the world and dominate the world, actually thinking about maintaining order, is really ridiculous!"

Hella's disdain angered Agatha, who followed Tyrion for the longest time, and the Valkyrie's words refuted fiercely:

"Hella! You are not qualified to judge the Lord Lord this way!"

"In the time when you disturbed the balance of life and death in the world because of your own interests, the Lord Lord has been fighting against opponents you have never seen before. The ancient gods, demons, and other forces...You were also a member of the guardian, But you have lived up to your mission, and he saved the world in his own way! He has planned the order of the world in one hand, and he is much greater than all of you!"

"But he is a grim reaper! Baby."

Hella gave her teeth at Agatha, she grunted, 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 does for this world, in the eyes of life, he will always be the ugliest enemy! No one will like it. He, no one will praise him!"

"Okay, don't be noisy!"

Anheide, the old-fashioned heavyweight, stopped this boring quarrel, and she threw her battle plan to Hella:

"At night tonight, the battle will begin. We will serve as the vanguard, attacking the brave door of the Warragal Fortress on the ground of the Storm Fjord. That is the ground entrance to the Hall of Heroes. We are going to withstand the Heroes. Fight back and win that door! That is the most important strategic place. According to the requirements of the Lord, we must stay there until the end of the war."

"No! I won't be there!"

Hella did not look at the battle plan in her hand. She returned it to Anhald. She said softly:

"Anhalde, you were my most trusted adjutant. During the period of hell, you will perfectly complete all the tasks I assigned to you. I believe that you will not let me down this time.. .The brave door's attack, you are solely responsible for it!"

"What about you? Hella?"

Pale Valkyrie Anhald did not feel surprised by this order. In fact, the order was originally sent to her. It seems that the group of war traffickers in the combat headquarters did not expect to join the sea of ​​dark blades. Lan can command this battle well.

"I?"

Hella stood up from the cold throne. She patted her slender legs that were no longer weak, and then buckled the heavy cold 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 by myself! The bones of the heroes under Odin will become the ladder under my feet, let me go all the way on the bone road... to challenge Odin!"

A touch of fine black lightning leaped in the corner of Hella's eyes. She looked up and looked at the golden fortress at the edge of the sky under the dusk. She said murderously:

"I have given everything, isn't it for this?"

"Completely ending...the grudge between me and him!"

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"They are coming! Honorable Odin!"

At the top of the closed Warragal Fortress, the heavily armed goalkeeper Heimdall, this mighty heroic warrior will carry the Thunder Sword and report to Odin sitting on the throne:

"Those undead are advancing along the mountain path of the Brave Gate, they will attack our front line on the ground!"

"I saw it, Heimdall, I saw it!"

Odin was sitting on the throne, his hand holding his thunder spear, in the background of the thunderous lightning storm, in Odin's left eye, he could clearly see the ground shrouded by night.

There, the black tide of undead was rolling forward.

The black roaring chariots that are gathered together are like giants made of steel. They are awakened under the dark tower, and in the smoke of black smoke, those giants of steel form a torrent of drowning everything. Those undead, dark-blade undead, they are sitting on the chariots with hot weapons, expressionless, cold like the dead bones just awakened from the battlefield, and will bring the endless fighting will to the next In a war.

After the torrent of steel monsters, there were infantry who were advancing forward in a number of squares. Under the leadership of the death knights, where the undead infantry went, the temperature dropped extremely, even before they Wherever I walked, even the ground was covered with frost. They moved forward silently, without making a trace of sound. It was not as noisy as the mortal legion, but it also had the momentum to devour everything.

Under the tens of thousands of black skulls, Odin could see the ghosts of death, which were transformed by the Lord Lord Tyrion, and the commander of the dead gave these dead with his own will. The soldiers' endless fighting intentions, he well preserved their inner anger about death, and taught them to release it on the battlefield.

Farther away, at the end of the earth, in the endless sea under that night, Odin saw that a battleship full of death forces rose from under the deep sea, those who annihilated themselves in time Ghost ships, those warships re-armed with gloomy deaths, under the command of a powerful undead, also moved all the way up the estuary of Storm Bay.

They came to fight with the undead, the black artillery displayed on the battleship, and the undead sailors who also wore black uniforms. They raised the flag of the dark blade in the dark and let it stretch in the night wind. The emergence of the squadron means that the sea has also become a battlefield... The Kuroshio tide of death is like submerging the land and submerging the sea.

This army of the dead is more peculiar than any army Odin has ever seen.

This is an army that is going to challenge the masters of the heroic corps and the heroes... very arrogant, but they do have this qualification!

Odin stood up from the throne. How many years has it been since no one has challenged him?

This guardian’s first battle will move his shoulders and wrists. He realizes that today’s arrival will be a powerful challenger...maybe he must show all his strength to defeat them!

At the next moment, in Odin’s gaze, 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 up the dark blade’s battle flag, just like in advance An angel proclaiming victory!

This scene made Odin's eyes narrow. He recognized the Valkyries. Although they accepted the power of Tyrion's death and rested their appearance, Odin could still recognize them!

Those were the Wagris who had followed Hella's rebellion! They appear in the Legion of Dark Blade, does it mean that Hella has...

"Uh"

A white light that flashed into the sky from the darkness answered Odin's doubts, that the light like a sword rushed into the dark sky, and then in a round of blazing sword light, like a falling meteor, it smashed hard. On the platform of the war fortress suspended in the sky, the defensive shield of the Warragal Fortress should have been stimulated by the full blow of this mixed death force, but no!

The golden shield, which was sufficient to block all attacks, was not stimulated, as if it had never existed. The sharp blade left a terrible crack in this sacred front hall, as if mocking Odin and He is the same as the Heroic Legion.

Odin raised his head, he looked at the single sword with his own eyes, and slaughtered into the Valkyrie Valkyrie. The unique Valkyrie was also watching him.

Hai stretched out her hand and easily lifted the double-edged sword on the ground. She moved her pale armor and lifted her left hand, like Odin, between Hella's fingers, Odin's loyal servant, The soul of the leader of the Golden Wagri, appointed by him personally, is struggling.

The soul severely tortured by Hella has been weakened to the extreme, just like the golden fire light floating in the wind, just pinch gently, and the golden flame will be completely extinguished.

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

Hella’s sharp voice echoed between the sacred temples, full of sarcasm and disdain:

"Your puppy is praying for her master to help, but will you save her? Will you abandon her ruthlessly? Like you ruined me in those days! You will leave your kindness to Ayr Is it for your second daughter?"

"It's you!"

This vicious language made Odin frown, and he strode down to the throne, his one-eyed staring at the evil pallid Valkyrie in the hall below, struggling with the golden light in her hand, he shouted loudly :

"It's you! Hella! You vicious witch!"

"Release Al! You and my hatred, your twisted hatred of me, has nothing to do with her!"

"Have!"

Hella raised her left hand and pointed the sharp double-edged sword towards Odin. In the angry gaze of the countless heroes in the Hall of Heroes, Hella said coldly:

"That's not just the conflict between you and me, Odin, it's about everyone on this dirty earth! The birth of every hero is based on the pain of me and my poor sisters, everyone here They are all bystanders of this tragedy, their hands are stained with blood, everyone is guilty! No one is innocent..."

"I will ruin them! Just as you ruined me..."

"I have waited for tens of thousands of years...Finally, this moment has finally arrived!"

Hella's cold handcuffs were tightened bit by bit. In Odin's roar, the last trace of the soul belonging to Golden Wagrial was crushed relentlessly by the surging power of death, and finally turned into a flying dance. Golden feathers shrouded in the front hall where Hella stood.

"Wow"

At the moment, Hella’s pale and mixed dark wings spread out, and she gave out a cold and dark laughter, accompanied by her hand conductor dance, the dark death frost covered the hall inch by inch, and covered everything with one kind. 'S gesture, surging towards the depths of the Hall of Heroes.

"Odin! The gods you fear are here at dusk! The end that you resisted is coming!"

"It is in my hands, it is today!"

Hella's voice sounded in the dark sky, adding a different kind of coldness to this gloomy night, like the wings of death passing the sky, like the horn of war.

On the ground beneath Wallagar, 11 Valkyries blew the horn brought out of the underworld in unison, and in that low echoing sound, the endless gray mist rushed out of the darkness, in Between those gray mists haunting, the Kvaldir army who had been preparing for a long time roared out of the mist, and those cold-faced Sergeant Helagar and the dark monsters domesticated by Hella.

These green ghost troops, like real seabed ghosts, brought cold tide between the surging sea waters, rushing to the gate of the brave soldiers in front of them in a gesture of drowning, and after this army of underworld, the dark blade The horn of the legion's war also sounded, and the artillery of the Dead Sea Fleet roared, and the burning shells lit the dark sky.

It was like the firelight shining in the darkness, so that the darkness was illuminated, and it no longer seemed cold, and there was even a kind of hustle and bustle comparable to the day.

In short, the war has begun!

Above the sky, Hella’s provocation also angered Odin. The chief manager pointed the thunder spear in his hand to the ground. He walked step by step to the rainbow bridge that was shining in front of his eyes. He had to solve it in person. This vicious witch, and Odin's voice like a drum of war echoed in this sacred golden hall:

"Heimdall, you go to the brave door! I will deal with this witch!"

"Varagar! This battle will win! The Heroic Legion... Attack!"

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