21. Destruction (Part 2)--Cousin in the Tiger [6/22]
Odin, the most powerful among the Guardians and the chief administrator, does not trust flesh and blood life.
Odin is a leader who treats himself and others very harshly. He controls the supreme force and the military power in the Guardian system. When Azeroth faces threats, Odin is always the first to charge.
The former general had his own charisma, but he also had his own shortcomings.
Odin has always believed that the important world of Azeroth will inevitably face the choice of a war at a certain point in the future. He must have a powerful legion to better protect the world, and in the Battle of Domination
After the end, Odin was also dissatisfied with his increasingly tired companions, especially Tyr's suggestion to incorporate the Archosaurs into the manager's system, which angered Odin even more.
This stubborn guardian was very disappointed with his companions because of this incident. He felt that when the disaster of "Twilight of the Gods" came, his group had become addicted to raising pets, doing experiments and doing nothing every day.
There was definitely no help from his useless companions and he couldn't count on them, so Odin decided to do it himself.
He cut off a part of Ulduar as the Valargar Fortress, sent his adopted daughter Hela to the mysterious Kingdom of Shadows to find tough souls, and cast the Supreme Gate to transform these souls into heroic spirits. He commissioned the best
The storm craftsmen build bodies for the heroic spirits.
Of course, as a qualified general, he knew very well that in order for soldiers to go to the battlefield, in addition to armor, they also need extremely sharp weapons. Therefore, the best blacksmiths of Valargar Fortress were given a new mission.
, they wanted to make the best weapons for the Legion of Heroes, and in the process, on a stormy night, a pair of the most perfect swords were forged and sent to Odin.
Odin liked this pair of swords very much. He felt that these swords, shaped like dragon wings, could perfectly demonstrate the courage of the heroic warriors, so he gave the pair of swords his own blessing and hung them in the Sky Fortress.
On the Supreme Gate, he used it to inspire the warriors under his command. He has been looking forward to a warrior who can hold it in his hands and make this weapon shine with the most deadly light.
Hundreds of years later, the warrior Odin was waiting for appeared. His name was Ingvar, from the Dragon Raider clan.
That was a courageous Vrykul warrior. When he was still alive, he led a group of warriors to conquer a mountain range occupied by the ancient gods. He fought wildly to death, and killed the evil god with his last breath.
Servant, such achievements made the entire Hall of Valor sigh. Therefore, after Ingvar died, Hela appeared in person and brought the warrior's soul back to Valajar Fortress.
Odin gave the Valargar War Sword to Ingvar. Unfortunately, soon, Hela launched a rebellion, and together with Loken, sealed Odin and the entire Legion of Heroes in the Valarjar Fortress.
But a few heroic spirits who went out survived this disaster, including Ingvar.
Ingvar did not hesitate. After witnessing Hela's betrayal, this brave man rushed into Hela's hell with a sword in hand. He was like an army on his own, turning Hela's hell abyss upside down.
, finally forced Hela to show up in person and fight with her. Ingvar held two swords and pierced Hela's body and heart several times, but the God of Death will not die, and the warrior will eventually feel
to fatigue.
Ingvar died just like that, and his unyielding soul returned to the war sword, but the war sword was eventually collected by Hela. The Queen of Hades used her own power to try to corrode the sharp blade, trying to make it for her own use, but it was infiltrated for a long time.
In death, Hela's body became bloated and she was unable to use this warrior's weapon, so she chose one of her most loyal servants to use it.
The man's name was Wigfors, and there wasn't much to tell about his evil story. In short, Wigfors eventually died, and his soul was absorbed into the sword, and he fought with Ingvar for a long time.
The swords were fighting against each other, and the original Warragar War Sword was forced to separate because of the souls belonging to the two camps. It had two new names.
Odin's Wrath and Hela's Wrath
Perhaps it was an arrangement of fate. In the end, thousands of years later, at the place where Ingvar died in the battle, an undead spirit took over his inheritance. Opposite this undead spirit, Hela's general held the sojourn in his hand.
Another sword of dark souls.
"Wow"
Explosions like storms and thunder emitted from the changing shape of Odin's Wrath sword in Saurfang's hand. The dazzling blue lightning illuminated the gloom of the battlefield. The heroic warrior
Ingvar entrusted his last will to Saurfang, although he did not really want his sword to be held by an undead.
But he had no choice
"You said you wanted to kill that bitch Hela, then I'll help you!"
The lingering sound of that soul resounded in Saurfang's mind, and the thunderous energy exploded completely, wrapping around Saurfang's broken body, making him look like he was holding a ball of unyielding energy.
Like tame lightning, the sound of lightning streaking through the darkness is even more like a roaring war song:
"Take my power! Take my Last Wish Warrior!"
"Help me chop that bitch to death! No mercy!"
"Bang"
In the midst of the thunder and lightning, Saurfang took a step forward. The war sword he held in his left hand turned into a sharp blade that resembled a dragon's claw, gathering endless storms and thunder. It had a weird reverse blade.
, it looked very lethal, and the beating thunder light illuminated Saurfang's gloomy face. The death lord wiped the blood at the corner of his mouth with his fingers, and looked at Ymiron in front of him with a sinister smile.
"It's nice to bully others with power that doesn't belong to you, right?"
The orc moved his neck, picked up the broken armor on his body, and threw it aside. His upper body was naked, and the scars all over his chest made Ymiron narrow his eyes. This meant that the orc in front of him had experienced ordinary people.
Unimaginably terrible battle, that is the best medal for a soldier.
"Come!"
Saurfang held the sword in his left hand and spread out his right hand. He did not defend himself at all. He walked towards Ymiron so carelessly. A dead person should not have anger in his heart, but when he is holding Odin's wrath, he is as alive as a warrior.
Anger returned to Saurfang's body again. The orc raised his head and stared at the Vrykul in front of him. He shouted loudly:
"Come on! Come and chop me to death! Coward! Finish what you just wanted to do."
Ymiron did not respond. He just held the Wrath of Hela tightly with his recovered hands. He looked at the orcs in front of him warily. The defensive posture made Saurfang reveal a trace of disappointment, but
Soon, this disappointment turned into anger again:
"You won't come? Are you scared?"
"Isn't there even a single person in Hela's hell who can fight?"
Saurfang raised his head, and he saw in the distant sky, Queen Hela of Hell, who was pinned down in the Dead Sea and beaten by the great lord. The arrogant woman was beaten by the angry Tyrion so that she could not fight back.
force.
"Okay, okay!"
The orc shook his head and said disappointedly:
"This war was interesting just now, but now it's getting boring"
"boom"
The frozen earth under Saurfang's feet seemed to have been beaten hard by an invisible giant beast. Amidst the terrifying sound of the earth tearing apart, the angry death knight who regained his senses rushed into the sky like a warrior, and he
Roaring:
"It's over!"
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"You are already an elite among hunters, almost unmatched by anyone in the entire continent of Azeroth."
A low and magnetic voice echoed in the ears of the Blood Mistress. Alleria blinked her blood-red eyes. She looked at the strange war spear suspended in mid-air in front of her with some confusion.
Those were the trophies she collected after just shooting a strange beast.
During the war between Darkblade and Hela, the Blood Matron led the Sarlaine Legion to stay in the ruins of Horswalde, guarding the rear for her husband. But just now, her Sarlaine Legion defeated the people from Stormfjord.
Tidesteer Port tried to rush back to Hades to support an army of Hela.
It's easy to win
Not in Hela's territory, it is difficult for these dead souls to be resurrected after being killed, which makes them very weak when facing the heavy firepower of the Dark Blade Legion.
And that weird beast seemed to have smelled the murderous aura on the battlefield, and rushed out of the mist-shrouded lair restlessly, trying to attack Alleria. As a result, the Blood Mistress sucked all the blood, and died miserably.
.
But how could a beast have such a weird weapon? It looks like an ancient weapon, well, it has a bit of a tauren style.
"You have outstanding strength, agility, and firm will. No prey you target can escape your grasp."
The voice sounded again. This time, the Blood Matron confirmed that she had no auditory hallucinations. She pursed her lips, tilted her head, and looked at the strange war spear in front of her. After a few seconds, she said in a hoarse voice:
"That's true, but then what?"
"Haha, unlike those hunters and rangers who rely on bows and arrows, you dare to go head-to-head with your enemies, just like the legendary Huon Highmountain! Your trapping, hunting and killing skills have been perfected! You know you need to
What?"
The voice asked. This question made the Blood Mistress frown, and she asked tentatively:
"What else do I need?"
"A unique weapon!"
The voice replied seriously:
"A weapon that allows you to chase down your opponents like the great eagle Orn'hara! And it's right in front of you, look! This spear is the ancestral weapon of the tauren of Highmountain! It has been blessed by many wild demigods
!It allows you to spread your wings like an eagle and make you a true wilderness master!”
That weird voice continues to seduce:
"You don't need help from others, just hold it and you will become invincible!"
"oh."
Alleria hummed dryly, then looked at the spear in front of her with disgust. After thinking for a few seconds, she answered simply:
"No! I don't need it!"
"Um???"
"The wilderness demigods are the most annoying! The bunch of demigods at home are enough to give people a headache."
Blood Mistress rubbed her forehead and complained naggingly:
"Those children are not worried at all. They promised me that they would take good care of those demigods, but they didn't. Now they still need me to feed them every day. It's enough! And so what if they are invincible? Look at my husband,
He is invincible, right? But now he is so busy that he doesn’t even have time to spend Valentine’s Day with me! You know, strength is the most annoying thing! Isn’t this thing enough?”
"Well, what I mean is, you can't always rely on a man to protect you!"
The voice was a little anxious and said:
"You should act stronger than him! The Eagle's Claw will help you!"
"Why?"
Blood Matron shrugged:
"My husband will protect me, besides"
"Wow"
A pair of huge blood wings spread out behind the mistress, and Alleria said softly:
"I'm strong enough, I don't need you! A soul of unknown origin and hiding, and I smell something similar to that little bitch of Xal'atath from you. You come from the void, right?
"
The voice stopped speaking. It seemed that the mistress guessed its heel correctly.
"Oh, a void servant trapped in this war spear is interesting! The Archlich will definitely like a test subject like you!"
"Nasa! Send it to Karazhan!"
"There are no good things in Hela's treasure house!"
While the war between Dark Blade and Hela was going on, at the place where Hela stored the treasures, the little ghost Yuna sneaked over and rummaged through the pile of weird treasures, looking for something she was interested in.
This child has no interest in those priceless gems or those treasures with dark magic. She is just looking for something that can attract her attention.
But unfortunately, Hela and Yuna may have different aesthetics. In short, Yuna searched all over the treasure house but could not find anything of value until she found a strange skull in the corner.
"What kind of duck is this?"
Yuna turned the thing that looked like a demon skull over and over and observed it. She stretched out her hand and knocked on the dark green skull surface, like knocking on a watermelon.
And this bad move directly awakened the ancient soul sleeping in the skull, and a hazy voice sounded in Yuna's heart:
"Ah, a weird Eredar cub, like an undead, but also like those paladins, kid, have you heard my name?"
"No! What's your name?"
Yuna knew that she had picked up another good thing. She waved her hand to open the door to the world of death and asked:
"Are you famous? You look very funny."
"Famous? Playing? You are mocking me, you ignorant cub, listen up! My name is Sarge! I am the first warlock among the Eredar! Even Archimonde
He is my student, but that bastard betrayed me. He was afraid of my power, and that idiot Mephistros didn't know how to use me. And you, you think you have amazing potential, so listen to me, I will
To give you a bright future, all you need is"
"Wait, where are we going? I smell bad, I don't like it there!"
Feeling the strange power of the dead world, the arrogant tone of the ancient soul hidden in the skull immediately became low and panicked, and it shouted loudly:
"That's enough! Put me here! Damn it! You ignorant cub! Respect the elderly!"
"Put me down! I'm not going to that place! Damn it!"
