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30. Knock off the dust (1)--The unbridled brothers for the midsummer [15/22]

Heroic spirits are special spirits. The power of arcane magic neutralizes the negative power of the dead, making the spirits more similar to the living, but superior to the living in all aspects. Due to their special form of existence, each

The bodies of famous heroic spirits are full of powerful energy, which is enough to ensure their daily actions or some low-intensity battles.

However, when engaging in high-intensity battles, heroic spirits often control heavy bodies of thunder-forged steel. At this time, they need to be pre-charged to reach their full state.

The heroic spirits in full state are very terrifying. It can be seen from the fighting posture of the heroic spirit team commanded by Heimdall. These tall steel warriors are covered with thick energy shields, and they can still fight during the battle.

It can mobilize the power of runes. Through different combinations, runes of different colors can give special combat effects to heroic spirits, or strengthen their strength, or attach the power of wind and thunder to weapons, or enhance defense, etc.

They are like real war machines. The pure power of Titan flows in their steel bodies, which is like the energy injected into the super engine, allowing this powerful body to burst out with extremely amazing power.

At this time, in the Valargar Fortress, Odin's Legion of Heroic Spirits was quickly awakening. According to the orders of their respective commanders, those Heroic Spirits rushed into the holy arsenal, controlled their own steel bodies, and entered the default setting.

Position, inject energy into these steel bodies that would normally be sealed, and then directly drop them into the center of the battlefield through the Sky Bridge in the center of Valargar Fortress, also known as the Rainbow Bridge.

There were also some brave warriors who roared into the center of the fortress along the golden bridge suspended in the clouds, trying to help their leader, the great and noble Odin, against the evil witch Hela.

But although these heroic spirits are powerful, their power also has limits. On the battlefield with Hela, these steel-bodied warriors will be chopped into pieces by the sharp blade wielded by Hela in just a few encounters.

, the Queen of Hades has gotten rid of her twisted and bloated fallen body. After her soul was replaced with the body of the Valkyrie, her own power of death and brute strength have not weakened.

On the contrary, her more agile and dexterous figure made every weapon she wielded more deadly. She seemed to miss this feeling of free movement, so on the battlefield in the front hall full of steel debris, the queen did not use

Instead of using the death spell, he directly chopped these sturdy warriors with sharp blades, as if they were enjoying the joy of fighting.

Odin was standing at the entrance of the front hall holding a thunder spear. He was not afraid of Hela and refused to join the battlefield. Odin was more focused on the entire battlefield. He had to ensure that Hela could not break into the opening arsenal of Heroic Spirits. As long as the Heroic Spirit Legion

If they are all awakened, then Odin is sure to win this battle, or at least maintain an undefeated stalemate.

For a leader, personal happiness, anger, 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 Valor, Hela was surrounded by more and more heroic warriors. Her pale body was like a swaying beam of light. The strong power was blessed on her slightly light body, making her

His attacks and actions were so agile that it was unimaginable. Under the pale lightning helmet, a ferocious smile danced on the lower half of his face.

"You're just asking them to die!"

Hela stood on the remains of a chopped down heroic warrior. She held a shining silver double-edged sword and gracefully walked towards Odin who was standing on the steps of the front hall.

She didn't seem to pay attention to the surrounding heroic spirits. The black death frost surged on the golden ground like a rolling storm, causing Hela to freeze into a hell of frost wherever she went. This contempt of

This gesture made the heroic spirits extremely angry. When Hela took the third step forward with her hollowed-out pale combat boots, an unbearable heroic spirit finally swung his sword at her.

"Witch! Die!"

The bearded heroic warrior jumped into the sky like a cannonball. He held the giant ax shining with thunder in both hands and slashed hard at the "thin" Hela, but right there was the sharp blade shining with wind and thunder.

The moment it fell, Hela raised her left hand and clasped her slender fingers on the edge of the fallen battle ax. She easily received the blow, her thin body not shaking at all.

"Click"

Hela's fingers dug into the surface of the solid battle ax, causing the steel to groan under the weight. A layer of cold death frost, like a spider web, quickly covered the weapon and the body of the heroic spirit.

Amid the surge of low temperatures, the steel battle ax shattered into pieces, and the huge heroic spirit fell to the ground. But the next moment, Hela grabbed its neck, and with a tearing sound that made people's teeth hurt, the headless spirit fell

The steel body was like a thrown boulder, hitting the frozen ground behind Hela.

The Queen of Hades held a torn-off head in her hand. There were some metal cable-like things connected under the huge steel, dragging it on the ground. Weird sparks were dancing between the metal stubble. It looked like something strange.

Somewhat penetrating.

She tilted her head and looked at the heroic spirits in front of her, then stretched out her hand, pulled out the double-edged sword she had inserted on the ground, and waved her left hand forward.

"Bang"

The torn off metal head was smashed at the feet of the heroic spirits, rolled around a few times, and revealed the twisted face of the heroic spirit before death, like an extremely mocking demonstration.

"Come, Odin's puppies!"

Hela hooked her fingers at the heroic spirits guarding Odin. She stretched out her scarlet tongue and licked her lips. The pale Valkyrie moved her shoulders, and the "blood" of the heroic spirits continued to drip from the sharp blade in her hand.

, she said with a cold tone and a hint of joy:

"I created you, and I don't mind destroying you with my own hands."

"Hela, there's something wrong with your standing position, back off!"

A voice suddenly rang in Hela's ears, causing the queen who was about to move forward to continue massacring those heroic spirits to be stunned. However, Hela still retreated quickly, like a pale lightning beating endlessly in the steel debris.

Hela suddenly retreated, causing Odin, who had been paying attention to the battle, to frown. The giant with a cool flame beard had a premonition of a problem at this moment, but before he could guess what the problem was, a low voice sounded like thunder.

A strange noise like that sounded deep in the sky fortress under Odin's feet, like the strange sound of high-speed rotating gears suddenly getting stuck.

"Kakaka"

That kind of weird vibration soon spread along the remotely locked energy terminal inside the Sky Fortress, spreading in all directions, just like small bombs buried in the ground being detonated one after another. Where Hela was standing just now

In the area, the uncontrolled energy, like a beating and shining thunderstorm, swept across the torn front hall land, sucking in the remains of those steel heroes.

The dazzling thunder and lightning, coupled with the continuous vibrations, and the weird and unknown black smoke spreading from the fortress, all seemed to indicate that something not very good had happened.

"Lord Odin! The Holy Armory! The Holy Armory is locked!"

A heroic craftsman who lost his arm due to the energy explosion rushed out of the billowing black smoke with a face covered in black gray. He knelt weakly at Odin's feet and reported with difficulty:

"The source of the signal is Ulduar. All our chargers have been destroyed due to energy overload. We have been betrayed!"

"How many heroic spirits have you awakened?"

Odin's flame beard became brighter, which represented that the chief manager was filled with anger. He asked in a deep voice:

"How many heroic spirits can still participate in the battle?"

"One-tenth is only one-tenth, Lord Odin!"

This bad news completely wiped out the last hope in Odin's heart. The furious guardian's war spear hit the ground hard. Amidst the dazzling thunder, his thunderous roar resounded throughout the whole place.

Sky over Stormheim.

"Lai! You damn traitor!!!"

"Shua"

A bolt of white lightning passed through the billowing smoke, and the sharp blade almost grazed Odin's body and hit the ground, smashing the solid steel stairs into pieces at this moment. Odin took a step back and waved the Thunder War.

Spear, amid the buzzing roar of thunder and lightning, against the background of electric current and firelight, Hela, who was wielding a double-edged sword, was blasted into the sky. The Valkyrie flapped her wings again, and quickly stabilized her body in the air.

The estranged father and daughter looked at each other in the doomsday scene of Valarjar. Odin's one eye shone with pain and anger, but Hela's pale eyes showed no emotion.

"You were abandoned by your own brother, Odin! Just like you ruthlessly abandoned me."

Hela's voice was like the coldest wind in the darkness, blowing on Odin's body and in his ears:

"Are you in pain?"



"Buzz"

At the edge of the Valarjar Fortress hall where thunder and fire were flying and the internal energy center was completely out of control, between the glimmers of dark mist, the high lord holding the Ashbringer in his hand stepped out, followed by the archlich Anastarian.

Behind him are Lord Syndra 13, who is the best at magic, and Prince Faroldis and Ms. Elsa Blue Moon, who are extremely accomplished in magic.

This is a team of true magic users.

"Look at this damn place!"

The great lord looked at the land in front of him that had become a mess due to out-of-control energy. The air here was filled with a strange burning smell, and dangerous energy sparks were constantly beating in the air. It looked like a piece of machinery.

The same wasteland.

Tyrion lowered his head and looked at the corpse under his feet that was burned by the energy flames except for a steel skull. He kicked the remains of the heroic spirit with his feet, and then said to the followers behind him:

"Odin has really bad taste. Look at this ugly creation. His creation science must be substandard."

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

The Archlich looked around, and then pointed at the huge golden arch that was located on the platform on the west side of the Valarjar Fortress in the billowing darkness, filled with a certain sharp aura and a futuristic sci-fi feel.

Lord said:

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

"Then go for it!"

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

"You still have 20 minutes to dismantle the Supreme Gate before Valajar falls and transport it back to Darkblade City. It is our most important trophy and must be taken seriously!"

"As you command, great lord!"

Below the big lich, a dozen of the most powerful casters of the Dark Blade Legion responded in unison, and then under the gaze of the big lord, they quickly passed through the mechanical ruins filled with smoke, dust and sparks, heading towards the large platform on the west side, and the big lord

The lord himself stood on this messy battlefield. From the surrounding wreckage, he could see how fierce the battle just now was.

But judging from the bones left behind by these heroic spirits, they should have all been killed by that crazy woman Hela.

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

Tyrion complained slightly, then picked up his weapon and walked along the road in front of the hall, tracing the traces of the battle between Hela and Odin, moving forward. He had promised the guardians that he would keep Odin."

"One life".

A great lord is a man who sticks to his word, so he must do what he promises others.

But just as the High Lord passed through the Mead Hall, which was empty except for corpses, and was about to embark on the Rainbow Bridge to the highest point of Valargar Fortress, a flash of light suddenly appeared in the hall behind him.

The violent energy fluctuations made the great lord stop, then turned his head, and saw a silver heroic spirit holding a thunder sword, stepping out of the portal generated by the Rainbow Bridge.

It was a warrior who was much taller than the average heroic spirit. He wore silver and brass-colored steel armor, and a golden horn helmet that was very similar to Odin. He was strong and resolute. Among the horn helmets

Below, there is a pair of eyes burning with anger. A simple horn hangs on his waist. He still carries the smoke from the war. He looks a little tired, but from the posture of walking, he can tell

It can be seen that this is a very powerful warrior.

This is Heimdall, Odin's lieutenant, gatekeeper of Valarjar Fortress and first warrior.

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 horrific remains of the heroic spirit beside the high lord. In addition, the high lord was holding a weapon.

The sword and the gloomy aura surrounding him made him look like the culprit of the massacre in the Mead Hall.

"You! Did you kill them?"

Heimdall looked at the carnage in front of him. Those fearless warriors who were locked up because of the holy arsenal and could only use their heroic bodies to fight the invaders were chopped down to the ground like the weakest soldiers. The cold death lingered.

Frost covered their corpses, completely cutting off their vitality. The mead hall, which was once filled with singing and endless banquets, has turned into a real hell on earth during this war in heaven.

Faced with Heimdall's scolding, the great lord stretched out his finger, tapped his forehead, and whispered:

"I wanted to answer no, but when I think about it carefully, they did die because of me, so let's forget it."

He raised his head and looked at the angry Heimdall in front of him. A glimmer of light flashed in the icy blue eyes of the great lord, and he said softly:

"You should be Heimdall, Odin's warrior. I have heard your story, but seeing you come here so aggressively, I guess you want to avenge them?"

"I recognize you too!"

Heimdall looked at the slender man wearing a black swordsman's robe with anger and vigilance. A trace of undisguised fighting spirit flashed in his steel eyes, and wisps of beating thunder and lightning struck Heimdall's body.

Beating, and those mysterious runes, are constantly strengthening the power of Valargar's first warrior.

"You are the great lord of the dead world, and you are already the most powerful man in Azeroth! Your power allows you to freely do whatever you want, but I still wonder why it is us! We

They are all doing the right thing, so why us?”

"Bang"

The black blade in Tyrion's hand hit the ground and made a low sound. He held the hilt of the sword with both hands and looked at Heimdall in front of him. The high lord's expression calmed down. After a while, under the influence of the heroic spirit

In the death hall strewn with wreckage, he whispered:

"If you insist on asking this question, then I can only answer you."

"For me and the world"

"The era of kindness has passed"


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