In the mist of the dark night, a soft sound came. The Death Lord Grokush, whom he had not seen for a long time, opened the silver pocket watch in his hand and was checking the time.
It was a very retro pocket watch. Its style was like the purely mechanical high-end pocket watch that was popular in human civilization more than 100 years ago. On the other side of the dial, there was an unclear photo. It looked like
It's like a scene of Grokush and his two sons enjoying hunting time on a hillside in Nagrand.
There is no doubt that this is a kind of memorial, a memorial that even the dead need.
And the hands of this mechanical watch kept beating on the clear black and white dial. In Grokush's eyes, it was like an invisible hand slowly opening the prelude to this great war. Just as he
In front of me, right where the mist spreads, the gears in the pocket watch seem a bit noisy in this extremely quiet night. The ticking sound seems to be time, or a deeper life flowing freely.
"There are still 30 minutes until hour h."
Grokush put away the pocket watch in his hand, tightened the black gauntlets on his palms, and then held the heavy mechanically powered warhammer with a touch of wasteland science fiction atmosphere in both hands. He moved his neck, and on his shoulders
The heavy armor on his body also made a low collision sound, and he said to someone invisible behind him:
"When Tyrion and I were still in the old tribe and serving Orgrim, we both knew that we were incomplete. Our souls were missing a part when we crossed death, some dispensable fragments.
, Later, we learned that those fragments were placed here in the hands of Hela."
The voice of this tall orc was thick, like a tall hill covered by shadows, complaining endlessly. His smooth head would always emit a strange light in the gloomy darkness.
The light sometimes makes people laugh, but here’s a little tip: don’t laugh at his bald head unless you are really tired of living.
Grokush stretched out his hand and waved it in the empty air, as if he wanted to touch and hold something, and he said:
"Those things are still dispensable to me now. We can still live a good life without them. In the world of death, we can still feel the freshness of death, but complete!"
The orc death lord stretched out his thick finger and pointed at his heart. There was no beating heart there, and he said:
"Every soul is longing for completeness! In every sleepless night, it is commanding me, it is begging me, it is chattering in my ears, that voice, it wants me to get the missing part of myself.
return"
"Bang"
At this moment, the ferocious mechanical power warhammer in Grokush's hand hammered hard on the rocks under his feet. In the midst of the debris flying, he said loudly:
"Finally, I'm standing here! I'm here to get back the things I lost."
The orc death knight turned his head, and in a certain halo of light reflected by his smooth scalp, he said to the figure hidden in the darkness behind him:
"What about you? Don't you want to say something at this moment?"
"Uh, sorry, I don't have anything to say."
The tired and lazy voice accompanied him as he moved forward in the darkness, revealing the stern face of Blood Lord Sarain and the long hair floating in the darkness, who was wearing a fiery red mage robe and holding a blood-bone staff.
came out.
Myra rubbed her forehead and said to Grokush:
"My soul is complete. I can't understand your irritable mood. Of course, since the D-day was confirmed, Lumi has become more and more difficult to deal with day by day. I guess her irritability also stems from the soul's desire for completeness."
Craving.”
"Of course, she is my wife and the love of my life."
The blood lord raised his hand, and streaks of sticky blood energy stretched between the top of his evil blood-bone staff and his fingers, like blood-red spider web lines. He looked at the sticky energy in front of him,
He said softly:
"My beloved wants to get back the fragments of her soul and make herself complete, so as a husband, I naturally have to support her! Unconditional support. So, if you have to ask me what I think, I will say"
"Let's finish this quickly. I miss my gentle and considerate girlfriend very much. If tearing down Hela's hell can make my wife a more perfect woman, then why are we still wasting time?"
A light filled with murderous intent shone in the eyes of Myra Dawn Blade, and he said in a cold voice:
"Let's tear it down!"
"Oh!"
Grokush looked at the blood lord behind him with disdain. The orc death lord shrugged:
"Although it's not the answer I want, but"
He buckled his black horn helmet on his bald head that shone with cold light, and carried the ferocious mechanical power hammer on his shoulders. He looked at the ruins of Hoswald in the valley in front of him, which were completely covered by the blue mist of death.
As well as those Kvaldir who rushed out from the entrance of the Hell Abyss, those dead soul warriors of Hela, the Death Lord said in a loud voice:
"Then let's tear it down!"
"Wow"
Facing the charge of those ferocious, roaring Kvaldir dead soul soldiers who were covered with gray seaweed and looked like drowned people, Death Lord Grokush clenched his power hammer with both hands.
Next to him, the blood lord Myra waved his finger, and blood magic like a blood moon shone around his body. In the blood-colored halo, Myra suddenly whispered:
"Oh, look at them, Lord Grokush, these guys probably thought that there were only two of us here, they and their evil master, and they probably thought that they had a chance to win. It's really sad, isn't it?"
"People who know nothing about true power will always be so pathetic, but it doesn't matter!"
The orc took a step forward. The moment his boots landed, in the deep and dark mist of death, the soldiers hidden in the darkness all opened their eyes. There were stars and a faint blue.
A sky of stars opened before the eyes of the dead souls of Kvaldir who charged frantically.
The Dark Blade soldiers of the three battle groups seemed to be awakened from a deep sleep. They wore uniform black armor, held heavy third-generation ax guns, and carried two black iron cutting axes and heavy bullet chains behind them.
Wrapped around the chest of every warrior, oh, by the way, there is also the battle helmet just issued by the Dark Blade Legion.
A completely black, smooth steel helmet with a skull-shaped surface, it looked just like a group of black warriors ready to go.
The moment Grokush waved his weapon, nearly 240,000 undead from the three war groups responded at the same time, and 480,000 arms holding weapons were raised high. In the heavy silence, countless broken blade battle flags were floating in the mist.
Rising in the middle, and the footsteps that were taken at the same time, were like the explosion of a storm, making the entire Stormfjord in the darkness tremble at this moment, as the mist of death escaped,
In the silence of that death march, it seemed as if the whole world had been shaken.
In the sky, two battle groups of frost dragons armed with Saronite iron were loaded with the bravest Dark Blade Sky Knights, flapping their frost-covered wings.
Under the leadership of Coldwing Nefarian, these ultimate creatures of the dead flew from high altitudes into the ground. Even the air where they flew was frozen.
And under the silver moon veil, a single spray of ice from the bone dragons of the two legions completely froze the entire broken ruins of Hoswald, as if turning this hopeless black ruin into
It was like a crystal clear crystal palace, and together with the Kvaldir who kept rushing out of Hades, they were frozen in the death frost, just like the strange decorations of this frost palace.
"Is that it?"
Myra looked at the frozen Kvaldir infantry and said with some regret:
"This is too weak. Should we rush in? Look, the entrance is right there. I even saw a narrow passage that can only allow three people to pass through at the same time! You're really crafty!"
"No! There are still 25 minutes to launch the general attack!"
The orc death lord glanced at his pocket watch and said seriously:
"The plan is the plan! We must send a battle group to demolish the passage according to the plan! Let the lichs widen the crack. After 25 minutes, I will see a military passage area that can accommodate at least 300 people at the same time!"
"Well, that's it, let's do it!"
"I hope Ms. Hela won't be frightened by this news."
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While Grokush's ground troops were widening the cracks leading to the Hell Abyss from Hoswald City, in the Death World, in another world, a huge fleet was advancing in the strange black ocean.
.
This is the complete Dead Sea Fleet, a total of 174 large and small warships, all of which are historical ships that Dai Lin collected one by one, from the wooden warships used by the ancient night elves to Quel'Thala
The magic warships that sank into the sea during the Sri Lankan Dynasty, as well as the metal warships that were launched in recent years, etc., each warship is almost fully loaded.
It is filled with soldiers of the most elite Hellfire Chapter of the Dark Blade Legion, who will serve as a surprise attack force on the battlefield of the Death Realm to attack the mainland of Hades Abyss.
The Dead World is a different world that shrouds behind the real world of Azeroth. It used to be a complete world with a complete ecological system and an ocean similar to the real world. The big explosion 10,000 years ago not only destroyed
The continental distribution of the world of Azeroth also breaks apart the Death World, which is closely related to the real world. The Hell Abyss, Hades and Tyrion's Death World are connected by the strange Dead Sea, which is a long distance.
In this world, it is possible to launch a surprise attack on Hela's Hell Abyss from the Death World itself, but the problem is that the road to the Death World is full of uncertainties. Navigating the Dead Sea without a guide and a chart is easy.
Lost in this ocean, and then under the influence of strange forces, it is very likely to be thrown into another world and another death realm.
Don’t forget, the world of death has an exit on every planet among the stars. No one knows what form this world that is wider than the stars in the current world is composed of, but there is no doubt that it is larger than the current world.
The stars are more complex and older.
"Quick! Get through this damn sea! We only have 1 hour left!"
On the deck of the Sea Kingship as the flagship, the Death Lord Luminas, who was carrying the Death Holy Sword on his back, wore a red captain's hat, waved his hands on the side of the ship, and kept scolding the silent undead sailors,
Pretend to be the commander of this fleet.
But in fact, there is only one person in charge of the Dead Sea Fleet, and that is not Miss Luminas.
"I suggest you go to the cabin and take a rest. We will reach our destination soon."
Dai Lin's voice sounded behind Luminas, causing the Death Lord, who was immersed in his role as commander and having a great time, to be stunned. She took off the red captain's hat on her head, and then
Turning around and looking at Dai Lin, she returned the hat to him. She explained with some embarrassment:
"Well, I picked up this hat by accident."
"Um?"
Dai Lin looked at the red captain's hat in Luminas' hand. It was the status symbol of the fleet commander. It was stored in a fixed place on the battleship. It was impossible to put it randomly. However, the Sea Demon did not say anything, he just narrowed his eyes.
eyes, pretending to be confused and said:
"Picked it up?"
"Okay, I admit, I took it out of the closet."
Luminas shrugged and said to Dailin:
“This hat is beautiful”
"Then I'll give it to you, madam. This hat is very provocative, but I have to say that you fit it very well."
Dai Lin seemed to be in a good mood. He stretched out his hand to indicate that Luminas did not need to feel embarrassed. The Death Lord lady who had received the gift happily put the really beautiful captain's hat on her head.
She made a few gestures commonly used by captains, and then looked back at the Sea Demon King. She had never seen Dai Lin like this before.
The Sea Devil stood on the side of the ship, straightening his back like a flag, very much like those old-fashioned old gentlemen who still lived in the previous era. He looked at the Dead Sea shrouded in gray mist in front of him.
On the sea surface without waves or storms, a bright light shone in his eyes that had always seemed very cold:
"The sea of Azeroth has no secrets for me anymore, but you see, there is still a strange sea in this world that I can explore. For a captain, and for the king of the sea, there is still
Is there anything better than this?"
"Maybe."
Luminas reached out and brushed the captain's hat on her head. She turned her head and looked at the distance on the sea. The new continent was looming in the gray mist. That was the destination marked on the chart provided by Bwonsamdi.
Hela's Hell Abyss, where the world of death is located.
That will be today’s battlefield!
The battlefield of the gods of death!
"Get ready, Lord Luminas!"
Dai Lin put his hands behind his back, turned around and walked towards the cabin, he said:
"Soon, it will be your turn to play."
The Death Lord nodded, she stroked her Death Sword, and she whispered:
"Of course, the land is our battlefield, and I will not betray Tyrion's trust, but I have a little question, Lord Dai Lin, I am participating in this battle for the integrity of my soul, what about you? You are actually
After all, you don’t have to participate in this war, your soul is intact.”
"Oh, this."
Dai Lin touched his perfectly trimmed beard and said casually:
"I heard that Hela has a keel battleship called Nagfar, maybe"
