27. Kuroshio--The Presumptuous Brothers for Midsummer【12/22】
"What good cannon fodder they are!"
In the ruins of Skod-Ashir, on the top of the dark tower nearly a hundred meters high, in the hall shaped by twisted black steel, Hela, who was sitting on the spiked throne, felt a little regretful, looking at those
The Vrykul envoys retreated into the hall respectfully but fearfully.
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, and for this they were willing to sacrifice everything.
Unfortunately, Hela only wants their souls.
"The High Lord will not allow the Dark Blade Legion to extract the souls of Azeroth's natives at will!"
The pale Valkyrie Agatha standing in the hall replied solemnly:
"Because our cause is just. What's more, we don't need to use such a barbaric method to create an army of servants. Those weak zombies and ghouls simply cannot participate in such a high-intensity war."
"justice?"
Hela, who was leaning on the Iron Throne decorated with 11 black spears, yawned boredly. She looked at her former sister and sneered:
"It's really laughable that you still believe this. Justice is a child's plaything. Odin's henchmen also often use this word. It's so hypocritical and disgusting!"
"Not "you"!"
Valkyrie Adjutant Anhelder, who was opening the door and walking into the hall with a battle plan, stopped her boss's deviant speech and explained cautiously:
"It's "us"! Mr. Hela, you are one of us now. You are no longer the self-pitying and crazy God of Death. You are a member of this system, and you should do your best to maintain its majesty. This
Good for you and good for us!”
"I admit, the combat effectiveness of Tyrion's legion is refreshing to me."
Hela leaned lazily on the cold throne, her half-covered battle helmet put aside. She was bored and playing with the skull of a demon. It was the skull of a demon she had left in the ruins of Dalaran after Tyrion escaped.
The souvenirs cut from Archimonde's bones by hand are also one of Hela's most proud collections.
"But his and your ideas are too childish! A force that can easily destroy and dominate the world actually wants to maintain order. It's really laughable!"
Hela's disdain angered Agatha, who had followed Tyrion for the longest time. Valkyrie retorted fiercely:
"Hela! You are not qualified to comment on the great lord like this!"
"During the time when you disturbed the balance of life and death in the world for your own selfish interests, the Great Lord has been fighting opponents you have never seen before, the ancient gods, demons and other forces. You were also a member of the Guardians, but you failed
He fulfilled your mission, and he saved the world in his own way! He single-handedly planned the order of this world, and he is much greater than all of you!"
"But he's a reaper! Baby."
Hela bared her teeth at Agatha. She snorted and said maliciously:
"The best gift he can bring to this world is death. No one likes death, admit it! No matter how many things he has done for this world, in the eyes of life, he will always be the ugliest enemy! No one will like it.
No one will sing his praises!"
"Okay, stop arguing!"
The mature and steady Anhelder stopped this boring quarrel and threw the battle plan in her hand to Hela:
"When night falls tonight, the battle will begin. We will serve as the vanguard and attack Valargar Fortress's Brave Gate on the land of Stormfjord. It is the ground entrance to the Hall of Valor. We will withstand the Legion of Valor.
Counterattack and seize that door! That is the most important strategic location. According to the requirements of the great lord, we must hold on there until the end of the war."
"No! I won't be there!"
Hela didn't even look at the battle plan in her hand. She returned it to Anhelder and said softly:
"Anhelder, you were my most trusted lieutenant. During the time in Hades, you would perfectly complete all the tasks I assigned you. I believe that you will not let me down this time either."
I will give you the full responsibility for the attack on the door!"
"What about you? Hela?"
The pale Valkyrie Anhilde was not surprised by this order. In fact, this order was sent to her. It seems that the group of warmongers in the combat headquarters did not expect the seamen who had just joined the Dark Blade.
Ra can command this battle well.
"I?"
Hela stood up from the cold throne. She patted her slender legs, which were no longer weak, and then placed the heavy and cold helmet on her head. She said:
"I have a pair of wings stronger than all of you, so my battlefield is in the sky!"
"That war fortress hanging in the sky, I will break it with my own hands! The bones of those heroic spirits under Odin will become the ladder under my feet, allowing me to move forward on the avenue of bones to challenge Odin!"
A tiny flash of black lightning danced in the corner of Hela's eyes. She raised her head and looked at the golden fortress on the edge of the sky at dusk. She said with murderous intent:
"I've given everything, isn't it just for this?"
"Finish the grudge between me and him once and for all!"
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"They are coming! Noble Odin!"
On the top of the closed Valargar Fortress, the heavily armed gatekeeper Heimdall, a powerful heroic warrior carrying a thunder sword on his back, reported to Odin sitting on the throne:
"Those undead souls are advancing along the mountain path of the Brave Gate, and they are going to attack our front on the ground!"
"I saw it, Heimdall, I saw it!"
Odin was sitting on the throne, holding his own Thunder Spear in his hand. Against the background of the endless lightning storm, in Odin's remaining left eye, he could clearly see the ground shrouded in night.
There, the black undead tide is rolling forward.
The roaring black chariots gathered together were like behemoths made of steel. They were awakened under the dark tower. In the puff of black smoke, those steel behemoths formed a torrent that drowned everything.
Those undead, the undead of the Dark Blade, holding hot weapons and sitting on those chariots, their faces expressionless and cold, like dead bones that have just been awakened from the battlefield, and they will plunge into the next battle with endless fighting will.
In a war.
Behind the torrent of steel behemoths were infantry advancing in several phalanxes. Under the leadership of the death knights, wherever these undead infantry went, the temperature dropped extremely, even before they
Even the ground they stepped on was covered with frost. They moved forward silently without making a sound. They were not as noisy as the mortal army, but they also had an aura that swallowed everything.
Under the visors of tens of thousands of black skulls, Odin could see the ghosts of death. They were ghosts that had been transformed by the great lord Tyrion. The commander of the dead had given these dead people his will.
The soldiers' endless fighting spirit, he well retained 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 the night, Odin saw warships filled with the power of death rising from the deep sea, those who had annihilated themselves in time.
Ghost ships, those warships rearmed by the gloomy death, also moved up the entrance to the Gulf of Storms under the command of a powerful undead.
They are here to cooperate with the undead in fighting. The black artillery displayed on the battleships and the undead sailors also wearing black uniforms raise the flag of the Dark Blade in the darkness and let it stretch in the night wind.
The appearance of the fleet means that the sea has become a black tide of death on the battlefield, just as it has submerged the land, it has also submerged the sea.
This army of the dead was stranger than any army Odin had ever seen.
This is an army that wants to challenge the Legion of Heroic Spirits and their master. It’s arrogant, but they do have the qualifications!
Odin stood up from his throne. How many years had it been since no one challenged him?
The guardian's first battle will involve moving his shoulders and wrists. He realizes that what is coming today will be a powerful challenger, and perhaps he must use all his strength to defeat them!
The next moment, under Odin's gaze, in front of the black tide of the Dark Blade undead, 11 pale Valkyries with flapping wings descended from the sky. They spread their white wings and held high the Dark Blade's battle flag, as if they were marching in advance.
Angel proclaiming victory!
This scene made Odin's eyes tighten. He recognized the Valkyries. Although they accepted Tyrion's death power and changed their appearance, Odin could still recognize them!
Those are the Val'kyr who once followed Hela in rebellion! Do they appear in the Dark Blade's army? Does that mean that Hela has already
"Shua"
A white light flashed into the sky from the darkness answered Odin's doubts. The light like a sharp sword rushed into the dark sky, and then in a round of shining sword light, it hit hard like a falling meteor.
On the platform of the war fortress suspended in the sky, the defensive shield of Valargar Fortress should have been activated by the full blow of this mixed death force, but it didn't!
The golden shield that could block all attacks was not activated, as if it had never existed at all. The extremely sharp blade left a terrible crack in the sacred antechamber, as if mocking Odin and
The same as his Legion of Heroes.
Odin raised his head, and with his one eye he looked at the Valkyrie who fought bravely into Valarjar with a single sword. That unique Valkyrie was also looking at him.
Hela stretched out her hand and easily lifted the double-edged sword stuck on the ground. She moved her pale gauntlet and raised her left hand. Her face looked like Odin. Between Hela's fingers, Odin's loyal servant,
The soul of El, the leader of the Golden Val'kyr appointed by him himself, is struggling.
The soul that was tortured by Hela was so weak that it was like a golden flame floating in the wind. With just a pinch, the golden flame would be completely extinguished.
"Odin! Do you hear that? El is begging you to save her!"
Hela's sharp voice echoed in this sacred hall, full of sarcasm and disdain:
"Your puppy is begging her owner for help, but will you save her? Will you abandon her ruthlessly? Just like you destroyed me back then! You will leave your kindness to Al.
?Leave it to your second daughter?"
"It's you!"
Such vicious words made Odin frown. He strode down from the throne. His one eye stared at the evil pale Valkyrie in the hall below, and the golden light spots struggling in her hands. He shouted loudly:
:
"It's you! Hela! You evil witch!"
"Let go of Al! Your hatred towards me, your twisted hatred towards me, has nothing to do with her!"
"have!"
Hela raised her left hand and pointed the sharp double-edged sword at Odin. Under the angry gazes of countless heroic spirits in the Hall of Valor, Hela said in a cold tone:
"That's not just a conflict between you and me, Odin, it's about everyone on this dirty land! The birth of every heroic spirit 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 destroy them! Just like you destroyed me"
"I have been waiting for tens of thousands of years and finally, this moment has finally arrived!"
Hela's cold gauntlet tightened little by little. Amidst Odin's roar, the last trace of soul belonging to the golden Valgriel was ruthlessly crushed by the surging power of death, and finally turned into a cloud of flying stars.
Golden light feathers enveloped the front hall where Hela stood.
"Wow"
Hela's pale wings mixed with thick darkness unfolded at this moment, and she let out a cold and sinister laugh. With the waving of her fingers, the dark death frost covered the hall inch by inch, and covered everything with a
His posture surged deeper into the Hall of Valor.
"Odin! The Ragnarok you feared is coming! The doomsday you resisted is coming!"
"It's in my hands, it's today!"
Hela's voice sounded in the dark sky, adding a different kind of coldness to the gloomy night, like the wings of death flying across the sky, like the horn of war.
On the land under Valajar, 11 Valkyries blew the horns brought from Hades in unison. In the low and reverberating sound, endless gray mist surged out from the darkness, and in the
In the midst of the lingering gray mist, the Kvaldir army, which had been prepared for a long time, roared out of the mist, as well as the cold-faced sergeants of Helagar and the dark monsters tamed by Hela.
These green ghost armies are like real undersea ghosts. When the sea water surges, they bring up the cold tide and rush towards the gate of the brave who is waiting in front of them in an attitude of drowning everything. And behind this hell army, the dark blade
The Legion's war horn also sounded, the Dead Sea Fleet's artillery roared, and the burning shells lit up the dark sky.
Like a fire shining in the darkness, the darkness is illuminated and no longer looks cold, and it even has a hustle and bustle comparable to the day.
In short, the war has begun!
In the sky, Hela's provocation also angered Odin. The chief administrator touched the thunder spear in his hand to the ground. He walked step by step towards the rainbow bridge shining with flames in front of him. He wanted to personally solve the problem in front of him.
This vicious witch, and Odin’s drum-like voice echoed in the sacred golden hall:
"Heimdall, you go to the Brave Gate! I'll deal with this witch!"
"Valajar! This battle must be won! The Heroic Spirit Legion attacks!"
