"Don't stay away from my light! Don't touch those mists! Stay away from them!"
In the valley filled with blue mist, Queen Addisiel flapped her wings and used the halo emanating from her body to protect a group of weak shield maidens and escape from the already dead Skod Ashe.
She flew along the low altitude of Er town, using her Titan power as a shield to protect her people from the terrible "fog of death" around them.
And the horrific scene where the mist swallowed everything just now still remains in the memory of all the survivors. It is almost a nightmare that those of them who survived will never forget.
The blue mist, the mist of death, comes from the sea.
When the entire battlefield's attention was attracted by the battle between Queen Edsil and God King Skovald, amid the calls and roars of the violent Fel Vrykul, in the dark corner where no one was paying attention, those covered
The blue mist that covered the sea surface playfully and silently engulfed Skovard's warships. The warships carrying fel cannons seemed to be thrown into the silent dark abyss, and the gunners even screamed.
Not coming out.
The blue mist was like the creeping darkness. It did not disturb any prey. It gradually covered the ruins shrouded in blood and war, the corpses, the blood flowing on the ground, and the dying people.
The soldiers seemed to be its nourishment, but they failed to satisfy its gluttonous appetite. On the contrary, these nutrients seemed to stimulate it.
Make it manic, make it ruthless, make it greedy
Everything happened at that moment
At the moment when Skovald stabbed the heroic body of Queen Addisil with his sword, at the moment when all the Fel Vrykul cheered, those dark and evil roars seemed to be irritating.
Like a fog monster, it roared and surged forward, showing its most violent side in front of everyone who was caught off guard.
Skoward almost destroyed the legion of the Skod Ahir Shieldmaiden Tribe. In the blink of an eye, one third of it was swallowed up by the roaring mist of death. Those panicked warriors were swallowed by the ghostly blue
The mist swallowed it, they struggled, they resisted, they let out horrified roars, trying to get their brothers to save them from this terrifying hell.
But not even the fastest movers could save them!
The moment they were dragged into the fog, they were already dead, but their hearts didn't know it. Even if they were barely pulled out of the fog of death, only a cold body was left. The fog took away their
soul!
The frightened God King roared and asked his soldiers to fight back, but his soldiers didn't know who to fight back at all. In the chaotic struggle and roar, another third of the army was killed by more vivid weapons.
Swallowed by the fog of death, the will of the fog seems to be deliberately torturing these evil warriors. This time, it interprets the death of life and death more "vividly"!
It was like hiding the sharp teeth chewing food in the mist, the clicking sound of chewing everything, like the interlocking of sharp teeth, the pungent blood, the whimper before death, the cry of fear,
And the smell that lingers in the air
That's the smell of death!
collapse!
Even the most hard-hearted warrior will collapse in such a scene where he is unable to fight back. The God King looked at the mist escaping in all directions. He led his bodyguards and broke out along the mountain road where the mist had not yet closed. The God King broke out.
The king's escape caused the Fel Vrykul to collapse completely, but the shieldmaiden of Scold Athiel trapped by them in the middle of the town was a blessing in disguise.
The escape of the Fel Vrykul gave these violent and unyielding women time to save themselves. Under the leadership of the Golden Val'kyr, the Shield Maidens divided into more than a dozen small teams and left the ruins in different directions.
A home that has been cursed by some terrifying force.
These fugitives shouted the name of Odin while leaving their hometown over the mountains and ridges. The mist was chasing behind them. Those tentacles of death seemed unwilling to let go of any living sacrifice.
"Hurry! Children! Don't fall behind! Hurry! Just in front!"
Queen Addisil was very tired. Although she was a Val'kyr and a heroic spirit, she continued to fight against the Fel God King, and then was injured while protecting the Shieldmaidens walking in the fog of death.
The Queen of Heroes also felt very uncomfortable, and the worst thing was that there were many children in the team she escorted
Although the Shield Girls are savage and aggressive, advocating a violent will to fight, their protection of children is also heartfelt. When the Shield Girls fled the town, almost all the children who were frightened during the war were taken out.
, and now, seeing the fog of death behind them about to overflow, these tired children have become a drag on the weak shield girls.
"Xiglin!"
The mist finally came to an end, but at the moment when the shieldmaidens were carrying their children up the cold snowy mountain ridge and resting on the platform where the mist could no longer go up, the extremely weak Queen Addisil looked back,
I saw the most lonely girl in the town trying to climb up the platform with difficulty, while the fog, the fog of death, rolled under her feet.
The stubborn girl like a boy pursed her lips. She didn't ask anyone for help and tried to climb up the platform with her own strength. The shield girls around her pretended not to see her at all. It's not the shield girls' fault.
Cruel, it is true that the life experience of this child Xiglin is a bit complicated.
She is the abandoned daughter of God-King Skovald
Her father had killed many of the Shield Maiden's relatives tonight. It was very generous of these weak female warriors to be willing to take Xigrin away with them.
"Hold my hand!"
But Queen Addisiel did not dislike this innocent girl because of this. She was a heroic spirit who served Odin. As a heroic spirit, the hatred of mortals could not affect them. However, the queen's heroic spirit felt that the child Xiglin was born with a certain kind of spirit.
The courage that belongs to the Shield Girl, she is destined to do great things in the future, she cannot die here.
"Child! Take my hand!"
The stubborn Xigrin raised his head. This girl was fed evil energy by her crazy father when she was a child. There is still a touch of dark green fluorescence in her eyes. But at this time, the blood-stained child's eyes are shining with tears. Yes.
, she was very afraid that she was just a child, and the fog of death that destroyed everything was only less than a few inches away from her toes.
Who can not be afraid?
She looked at Queen Addisiel's outstretched hand. She gritted her teeth and wanted to grab the shining fluorescent hand, but the next moment, a trace of fear jumped in Xiglin's eyes.
"careful!"
The girl's scream failed to change the fate of Queen Addisil. A fel energy spear flew out from a higher ridge and pierced the body of the Queen of Heroes. The impact pushed her from the edge of the platform.
After being smashed down, the Queen of Heroes was caught off guard and fell down, tightly holding Xigrin in her arms who was defensive due to fright.
She used her wings to hold the child tightly in her arms. In the pain of evil pollution, she said to Xigrin in her arms:
"Don't be afraid! Don't be afraid. Odin will protect us, my child. Don't be afraid."
The moment he fell into the mist of death, Xiglin closed his eyes and tightly hugged the queen's heroic body. The endless rolling mist of death swallowed the two of them completely.
"Hahaha!"
Escape in advance, and the wild laughter of God King Skovard, who was hiding on this safe ridge, sounded from the platform. This violent evil lackey jumped from the ridge onto the platform. He and his followers killed those who were guarding him.
The children's shieldmaiden chopped them to the ground. He looked at the frightened children and said to the Fel Vrykul behind him:
"Take these children away, they will become the strength of our new clan"
He looked back at Skod Ashir, who was shrouded in mist at the foot of the mountain, and gritted his teeth and said:
"I will come back! I will definitely come back to this land!"
"Hua Hua Hua"
The moment the God King turned around, the sound of a weapon splitting the air made him lower his body subconsciously. A black flying ax rolled out of the fog of death and flew past Skovard's scalp, knocking him away.
The bodies of the three Fel Vrykul in front were cut smoothly, as easily as a heated knife cutting through cheese.
Amidst the sound of armor clashing, a tall black figure walked out of the blue mist of death, carrying the unconscious Queen Addisil in one hand and holding the somewhat frightened little girl Xigrin in the other.
, the fog that swallowed everything dissipated respectfully in front of this black shadow, as if it was welcoming its own hero.
"Bang"
The black mechanical battle ax touched the ground. Death Lord Saurfang raised his head. Under the exaggerated and deep Dark Dragon battle helmet, his cold eyes stared at Skovard, who was holding the weapon tightly in front of him.
The death lord gently patted the head of the little girl Xiglin next to him, and threw aside the unconscious heroic spirit on his shoulders. He moved his wrist and looked at the evil god king. The death orc said with some disdain:
"Hey, man, are you the only one who bullies women?"
"Click"
Saurfang raised the heavy mechanical battle ax with one hand, and he hooked his fingers towards Skvard:
"Why not try it with a real man?"
"Ah, I am a very easy-going person."
The great lord, who was wearing a loose black swordsman's robe and holding the staff of the Dragon Mist, was walking around in the splendid El Treasure House like a backpacker. While looking at the gorgeous runes and murals, he was talking casually.
said:
"I have no prejudice against any race in this world. I don't hate them, and I don't love them either. But demons, hey! I hate demons!"
The high lord waved his finger, and Rogelio and Serente, who were standing beside him, stepped forward, dragging the two struggling evil lords towards the door. After a few seconds, along with the sharp blade,
With the sound of cutting flesh, two more violent souls were "saved".
The mist of death has completely destroyed the entire Skod Ahir. The God King's evil legions have no ability to resist in the face of the rolling death. They don't even need to be cleared by the Dark Blade legion, and their filthy bodies will die before they die.
They will wither completely in the fog, and their filthy souls will be thrown into the soul furnace of the Dark Temple and become supplies for the Dark Blade Legion.
And this act of killing demons like a chicken also caused the heads of the two eredar twins who were kneeling in the treasure house to bury their heads deeper, and the bodies of the two beautiful eredar ladies were also trembling.
Yes, they were caught.
Moreover, they were captured on the spot by the Death Lord "tour group" led by the Great Lord. After seeing the Death Beam casually waved by the Great Lord, easily cutting off the bodies of seven Fel Lords and burning their souls with black fire, the Geminis
I gave up the childish idea of resistance.
This is not an opponent they can fight with their willpower, explosive power, or some damn loyalty.
This is far from an opponent on the same level.
"Well, demons are arrogant and have an uncontrollable desire for destruction in their souls. They are born to worship chaos and hate order. They cannot be transformed, and they are not the kind of warriors I need. They are meaningless to me!"
The high lord stepped forward and squatted in front of the eredar twins. He stretched out his hand and lifted the chin of the high-level warlock Orese. He looked at the beautiful eredar lady in front of him. He suddenly moved toward Orese
Si showed a smile, a gentle smile:
"You two sisters have a good relationship, right?"
"Yes yes."
Queen Saloras, who was kneeling next to Oreses, said softly:
"Since we were little"
"Shua"
Before she could finish her words, her sister's body, whose soul had been extracted, softened in her arms, and in the hands of the great lord who stood up in front of him, a burning demon soul was struggling between his fingers, Tyrion's face
He still retained that gentle smile, but there was no trace of smile in his eyes. He looked at Queen Saloras in front of him. He reached out and touched her head, her shadow-colored hair, and her goat-like appearance.
The same curved horns, then he bent down and said in the ear of Queen Saloras:
"Very good, then let me see how good your relationship can be, don't let me down!"
Tyrion patted Queen Saloras on the head very kindly, then turned around, as if nothing happened, and continued to look at the murals and decorations in the treasure house, and from time to time he would discuss it with the death lords around him.
For a moment, when he noticed the golden Valgriel thrown at the edge of the treasure house, a trace of disgust flashed in the eyes of the high lord, and he waved his hand:
"Who is that! Yes, it's you! Stop kneeling like crazy."
"Go and send that golden thing to Karazhan, and send your sister's body there at the same time. A body that is not properly treated will have muscle atrophy. Even if you get her soul back, she will no longer be in your memory.
The perfect sister”
"My great lich will like these experimental materials, I can feel it, and he will use them properly!"
