Azeroth’s Death Track

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The heroic spirit is a special spirit body, and the arcane power neutralizes the negative power of the undead, making the spirit body more similar to the living, but all aspects are superior to the living. Because of its special form of existence, each Mingying Ling's body is full of powerful energy, which is enough to ensure their daily actions, or to carry out some low-intensity combat.

However, during high-intensity battles, the heroes often control the heavy thunder-cast iron body. At this time, they need to be pre-charged before they can reach their full state.

The full state of the heroic spirit is very terrible. It can be seen from the heroic team of Commander Heimdall in a thousand positions. These tall steel warriors are covered with heavy energy shields throughout the battle. It can mobilize the power of runes. Through different combinations of runes with different colors, they can give the heroes a special combat effect, or strengthen the power, attach the power of the wind and thunder to the weapon, or strengthen the defense.

They are like real war machines. The pure Titan power flows in the body of steel. It is like the energy injected into the super engine, so that this powerful body can explode with extremely amazing power.

At this time in the Warragal Fortress, Odin’s corps of heroes were quickly awakened. According to the orders of their respective commanders, the heroes rushed into the arsenal and manipulated their own steel bodies into the preset. Position, inject energy into these steel bodies that will be sealed in the normal days, and then put them directly into the center of the battlefield through the sky bridge in the center of the Warragal Fortress, also known as the transmission device of the Rainbow Bridge.

There are also some brave warriors who screamed and rushed into the center of the fortress along the golden bridge suspended in the clouds, trying to help their leader, the great and honorable Odin, against the evil witch Hella.

However, although these heroes are powerful, their strength is also limited. In the battlefield of confrontation with Hella, these steel body warriors will be cut by the blade of Hella in a few shots. The Queen of Hades has gotten rid of her twisted and **** body. After the soul was replaced by the body of the Valkyrie, the power of death and brutality she had had not weakened.

On the contrary, the more agile and dexterous figure makes her every weapon she wields more deadly. She seems to miss this feeling of free movement, so on the battlefield full of steel wreckage, this queen did not use The death spell, but directly hacking these solid warriors with a sharp blade, is like enjoying the fun of fighting.

Odin is holding the thunder spear at the entrance of the front hall. He is not afraid of Hella and does not join the battlefield. Odin focuses on the entire battlefield. He must ensure that Hella cannot penetrate the opening Holy Spirit Arsenal, as long as the British Legion When all are awakened, Odin will be able to win the battle and at least maintain an undefeated deadlock.

For a leader, personal emotions and gains and losses cannot be the reason for making decisions.

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

In the front hall of the Hall of Heroes, Hella, surrounded by more and more heroic warriors, her pale body was like a swaying beam of light, and the tyrannical force blessed the slightly lighter body, letting her The offensive and actions were so agile to an unimaginable level that under the pale lightning helmet, the next half of the face was a greasy smile.

"You are just letting them die!"

Hella was standing on the wreckage of a chopped heroic warrior. She carried a double-edged sword shining with silver, and walked gracefully to Odin standing on the stairs in the front hall.

She didn't seem to put the spirits around her in her eyes. The black dead frost swelled on the golden ground like a storm, so that wherever Hella went, it was frozen into a **** of frost. This contempt The gesture made the spirits very angry. When Hella's hollowed-out pale combat boots took the third step forward, an unbearable spirit finally waved a sword at her.

"Witch! Die!"

The bearded spirit warrior jumped into the sky like a cannonball. He clenched the giant axe shining with thunder in his hands, and slashed fiercely towards Hella, who was "thin", but there was a sharp blade shining with wind and thunder. At the moment of falling, Hella raised her left hand, slender five fingers clasped on the blade of the tomahawk, and easily received the blow. Her thin body did not shake at all.

"Click"

Hella’s fingers buckled into the surface of the solid battle axe, causing the steel to groan overwhelmed. A layer of cold death frost, like a cobweb, quickly covered the weapon and the body of the hero, in the ultimate In the low temperature surge, the steel battle axe shattered apart, and the huge hero fell to the ground, but Hella grabbed his neck at the next moment, and in a bitter tear, the headless The steel body, like a thrown boulder, hit the frozen ground behind Hella.

The Underworld Queen carried a ripped head in his hand. Something like a metal cable was still connected under the huge steel, dragged on the ground, and weird sparks jumped between the broken metal stubble. Some infiltrate.

She tilted her head, looked at the heroes in front of her eyes, and then stretched out her hand, pulled out her double-edged sword on the ground, and waved her left hand forward.

"boom"

The torn metal head hit the feet of the heroes and rolled a few times, revealing the twisted face of the hero before he died, like an extremely mocking demonstration.

"Come on, Odin's puppies!"

Hella ticked her fingers towards the heroes who guarded Odin. She stretched out her scarlet tongue and licked her lips. The pale Valkyrie moved her shoulders, and the "blood" of the heroes was dripping from the blade in her hand. , Her tone was cold, and said with a hint of joy:

"I created you, and I don't mind ruining you personally."

"Hella, there is a problem with your position, stand back!"

A sound suddenly sounded in Hella’s ears, making Zhengyu moving forward and continuing to slaughter the heroic queens, but Hella still retreated from the speed of goodness, like a pale lightning that was beating endlessly in the steel wreckage.

Hella's sudden retreat made Odin, who had been watching the battle, frown. The giant with a beard of flames had a premonition of the problem at this moment, but he didn't wait for him to guess what the problem was. The sound was like a deep sound in the sky fortress beneath Odin's feet, like a weird sound of high-speed gears suddenly stuck.

"Kaka Kaka"

The weird vibration quickly spread along the remotely locked energy terminal inside the sky fortress, and continued to spread in all directions, just like the small bombs buried underground were detonated one by one, just stood in Hella The out-of-control energy, like a thundering lightning storm, swept across the torn front hall ground, drawing the remains of those steel heroes into it.

The dazzling thunder and lightning, coupled with the continuous vibration of the connection, and the strange and unknown black smoke that spread out from the fortress, seem to indicate that some unpleasant situations have emerged.

"Sir Odin! Saint Arsenal! The Saint Arsenal is locked!"

A heroic craftsman who lost his arm due to an explosion of energy rushed out of the billowing black smoke. He knelt weakly at the foot of Odin and reported hardly:

"The source of the signal comes from Ulduar... All our chargers were destroyed due to energy overload, we... we were betrayed!"

"How many heroes have you awakened?"

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

"How many heroes can join the war?"

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

The bad news made Odin’s last hope completely annihilated. The war spear in the hands of this violent guardian hit the ground fiercely, and in the dazzling thunder, he roared like a thunder Storm fjord sky.

"Lei! You **** traitor!!!"

"Uh"

A white lightning passed through the billowing smoke, and the sharp blade of light almost wiped Odin's body on the ground, slashing the solid steel ladder at this moment, Odin stepped back and waved the thunder. Spear, in the roar of thunder and lightning, against the current and fire, Hella wielding a double-edged sword was bombarded into the sky. The Valkyrie flapped her wings again and quickly stabilized her body in the air.

The hostile father and daughter looked at each other in Valargar's doomsday scene. Odin's single eyes shone with a touch of sorrow and anger, but Hella's pale eyes showed no emotion.

"You were abandoned by your brother, Odin! It was like you abandoned me ruthlessly at the beginning."

Hella’s voice, like the coldest cold wind in the dark, blew on Odin’s body and whispered in his ear:

"Are you suffering?"

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"Om"

In the thunderstorm, the inner energy center has been completely out of control at the edge of the Hall of Warragal Fortress. Between the glints of darkness and fog, the Lord of the Ashbringer came out in his hand, and the big lich Anastarian followed. Behind him, there is Lord Sintra 13 who is the best at magic, and Prince Farodis and Ms. Elsa Lanyue who are super strong in magic.

This is a team of real magic users.

"Look at this ghost place!"

The lord looks at the land that has become disorganized by the loss of energy in front of him. The air here is filled with a strange scorched smell, and there are constantly dangerous energy sparks beating in the air, which looks like a machine The same waste soil.

Tyrion lowered his head and looked at the corpse of an iron skull burned by the energy flame at his feet. He kicked the wreckage of the hero with his feet, and then said to the followers behind him:

"Odin's taste is really bad, look at this ugly creation, his creation must be unqualified..."

"Odin is not here, Lord Lord, he should have gone somewhere else."

The big lich glanced left and right, and then pointed at the dark, the golden arch on the west side of the Wallagar fortress, a huge, full of some kind of sharp atmosphere, and a sense of future science fiction. The lord said:

"There! That thing should be the Supreme Gate, the device Odin used to transform the spirit."

"Then go!"

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

"You still have 20 minutes. Before the fall of Wallagar, take down the Highest Gate and transport it back to Darkblade City. That is our most important loot and must be taken seriously!"

"Observe, Lord!"

Below the Big Lich, more than a dozen of the most powerful casters of the Dark Blade Legion responded in unison, then in the gaze of the High Lord, they quickly traversed through the smoke and sparks of mechanical ruins and moved towards the large platform on the west side. The lord himself is standing on this messy battlefield. From the surrounding wreckage, he can see how fierce the battle was just now.

However, judging from the bones left by these heroes, they should have all been slain by the crazy woman Hella.

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

Tyrion slightly vomited, and then raised his weapon, following the road directly in front of the hall, tracing the traces of the battle between Hella and Odin, marching all the way forward, but he promised the guardians to stay Odin." Life".

The lord is a person who speaks the words, so he must do what he promises to others.

But just as the Lord Lord passed through the Mead Hall, where there was no one left, only one body left, preparing to step on to the Rainbow Bridge at the highest point of the Warragal Fortress, a flash of light suddenly appeared in the hall behind him, The fierce energy fluctuation caused the Lord Lord to stop, and then turned his head to see a silver hero holding a Thunder Sword, stepping out of the portal generated by the Rainbow Bridge.

It was a much taller warrior than ordinary heroes. He wore a silver and brass-colored steel armor and a golden horned helmet that was very similar to Odin. His body was strong and strong. In the horned helmet Next, there were a pair of eyes burning with anger, a simple horn hung from his waist, still carrying the smoke from the war, he looked a little tired, but from the posture of walking As you can see, this is a very powerful warrior.

This is Heimdall, Odin's adjutant, the goalkeeper and the first warrior of the Warragal Stronghold.

And just 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 lingering remains of the heroic spirit beside the High Lord, plus the high Lord’s hand The sword, and the gloomy atmosphere wrapped around him, made him look like the culprit in the honey wine hall massacre.

"You! Did you kill them?"

Heimdall looked at the massacre in front of him. Those fearless warriors who could only fight against the invaders with the body of the hero because of the arsenal of the arsenal, were cut down to the ground like the weakest soldiers, and the death was haunting Frost covered their bodies and completely cut off their vitality. This honey wine hall, once filled with singing and never-ending feast, has already become a real **** in this battle of heaven.

Faced with Heimdall's scolding, the lord extended his finger and tapped his forehead. He whispered:

"I wanted to answer no, but think about it, they really died because of me, so... even if it is."

He raised his head and looked at the angry Heimdall in front of him. There was a flash of light in the ice blue eyes of the Lord Lord, and he said softly:

"You should be Heimdall, the warrior of Odin. I have 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 alertly at the slender man wearing a black sword robe. A pair of steel eyes flashed an undisguised fighting spirit, and a beating of lightning struck Heimdall's body. Beating, and those mysterious Runi runes, constantly strengthening the power of the Warrior First Warrior.

"You are the great lord of the dead world, you are already the most powerful man in Azeroth! Your power can set you free to do whatever you want, but I still have doubts about this... why Us! We are all doing the right thing, so why are we?"

"boom"

The black blade in Tyrion's hand hit the ground and made a low noise. He held the sword handle in his hands and looked at Heimdall in front of him. The expression of the Lord of the Lord calmed down. In the death hall where the wreckage was all over, he said softly:

"If you have to ask this question, then I can only answer you..."

"For me and the world..."

"The age of benevolence has passed..."

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