32. Heaven Falls--For the Magician Fengyin Brothers【17/22】
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In Stormheim under the dark night, a group of vrykul, led by their elders, were standing on the hillside outside their village.
There are men and women among these vrykul, and some women are holding crying babies. This is a small clan located in the center of Stormfjord. They live in the mountains. They stand outside their village and can easily
I could clearly see the night sky, and the flames of war ignited on the golden fortress Varajar where the great god Odin lived in the myth and legend.
The shining thunder and flames illuminated the sky, as if the entire sky was burning.
This scene frightened everyone. Even the bravest warriors and wisest elders in the village turned pale under the endless burning light from the sky.
A terrible gossip was whispered among the people behind the elder.
That was the news that came from the black steel tower that stood in the ruins of Skod-Ashir.
"The Ragnarok predicted by Odin is here!"
"All the gods, the brave Heimdall, the wise El, the rebellious Helia, and even the great god Odin himself will fall in this disaster."
"It is said that only those who sincerely worship the new god can continue to live!"
"Don't talk nonsense! There are no new gods at all. After Ragnarok, all believers in Odin will become unbelievers, and we will lose everything."
The very brave but slightly ignorant villagers lowered their voices and said some words that frightened the children. The always dignified elders should have stood up at this time, tied up those who dared to spread rumors and beat them with whips.
But at this time, the elder was not in that mood, because he himself was also very worried. Standing next to this wise old man was his granddaughter. He held her granddaughter's hand tightly. He didn't know that after tonight, he would welcome the entire Stormfjord.
What will be the fate of the Vrykul people?
And the young Vrykul girl is holding a big book in her hand. It is a book made of exquisite animal skins and precious paper. It is an item that can only be owned by the most knowledgeable wise man in the entire small tribe.
A symbol of her grandfather's status.
Oh, by the way, this book is called "The Book of Kane". The little girl's grandfather, the elder of this small clan, is named Kane, and the little girl's name is Leah.
"Grandpa, will Odin die?"
The little girl looked at the dark night sky that was burned by the flames. In the flames, she could faintly see the burning Valarjar. That is where the great god Odin lives. In the legend of the Vrykul, Odin is the supreme one.
, is the most powerful god in the world, but his home was burned down, which made the little girl a little scared. She whispered to her most admired grandfather:
“Will we lose our God?”
"No, Leah."
Elder Kane didn't know how to answer his granddaughter's question. He could only stroke his granddaughter's hair and comfort her:
"The great god Odin will not die. He will protect all the Vrykul forever. He will wait. What is that?"
As the elder exclaimed, the bravest warriors around him raised their heads and saw a blazing flame, like a meteorite, falling towards the valley not far from them.
"There seems to be someone there!"
A warrior carrying a battle ax and a horned helmet shouted:
"I read that right! That's a person!"
"Grandpa, grandpa, that's the person who fell from Odin's paradise!"
The little girl Leah hugged her grandfather's book tightly and shouted:
"Is that the fallen Valkyrie?"
"Whatever that is!"
The elder looked back at the burning Warajar, and an invisible fear strangled his mind. He directed the soldiers and villagers around him to point to the valley where the flaming meteorite fell:
"That must represent some kind of will from the great god Odin! Go find him!"
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Warraghar is burning!
The Titan energy that supported the fortress suspended in the sky was cut off, and the consequence of forcibly locking the energy core was that most of the energy terminals of the entire fortress were overloaded. The backlash of that energy triggered flames and strong shocks, which were even more deadly.
Unfortunately, with the rapid loss of the original energy of the fortress, this war fortress suspended in the sky is already showing signs of falling.
Although whether it falls or burns, it will not damage the main structure of this fortress. After all, it comes from the Titan City of Ulduar, and it is not that fragile.
"哐,哐"
In the powerful magic shock caused by the simultaneous casting of spells by Syndra 13 Blood Lords, the Supreme Gate standing on the large platform on the west side of Valargar, a complex device specially used for the transformation of heroic spirits, was forcibly removed from Valargar by the arrogant magic power.
Lagar's main structure was torn off.
The huge, golden, futuristic and sci-fi-style Supreme Gate was gradually moved from its original support. From a distance, it looked like a golden steel tower had collapsed.
A little further away, Prince Faroldis used his huge magic power and delicate manipulation of the power of death to continuously expand the world rift leading to the death world. Of course, this process is inseparable from jumping on the platform at this time.
Help from the bouncing little ghost Yuna.
The huge forced demolition project in front of her made Yuna, who likes big scenes and noisy things, very happy. She took advantage of no one to care about her and wandered around the Heroic Spirit Platform, putting some weird things into her pockets from time to time.
as your own collection.
Under the platform, Arch Lich Anastarian and Ms. Elsa Blue Moon Lich stood on the golden stairs on the left and right, blocking those who rushed from other parts of the fortress like crazy.
The vrykul heroes who tried to stop them from destroying the High Gate.
Because the holy arsenal where the bodies of steel are stored is locked, these heroic spirits rush into the battlefield in the most basic posture. Their bodies of heroic spirits lingering in golden light may be able to easily resist mortal warriors, or defeat some
Monster, but with such a basic posture, there is definitely no way to stop the two lichs from working together.
Of course, time was tight, and neither of the two lichs were bloodthirsty, so they didn't do much to embarrass these heroic spirits who were fighting to the death. They just used the ubiquitous cold magic and the shadow of death to kill these heroic spirits.
Imprison them where they are, or send them to other parts of the fortress.
Anyway, even if they fall, these heroic spirits will not die, and they will become the best test subjects for Dark Blade to study the transformation ritual of heroic spirits!
"Even though I have been a member for so long, I still don't quite understand your great lord's behavior."
Lich lady Elsa Blue Moon, the great mage of the upper elf more than 10,000 years ago, easily threw out the magic that froze everything, while pushing up the glasses on the bridge of her nose, she looked at Anastas
Li An, said softly:
"After my calculations, facing demons and believers of the ancient gods, as well as other enemies you will face in the future, the factors that determine whether you can win those battles have nothing to do with modern civilization. In other words, most of the factors that determine whether you can win those battles are
The greatest victory that the lords expect will not occur based on the existence of those mortals. They are of no use to you, but are like unstable factors."
"If you really want to win, maybe you should eliminate all the living and make this world dominated by death. That would be simpler."
"No, that's not the case. Ms. Lan Yue, your understanding of the Great Lord's thinking is slightly biased. Let me explain to you why we act like this."
The Archlich waved the wand in his hand, and a magic arrow containing both scorching flames and cold frost shot out from the top of his wand, freezing the two heroic warriors who were rushing towards him in the air, and then watched them fall to the ground.
Then he said slowly:
"It is true that flesh and blood mortals are very weak and seemingly useless when fighting against supernatural forces. However, their free will and inexhaustible courage will always allow some of them to stand up and lead.
Other panicked compatriots, every second they stubbornly resist the enemy's firepower, is consuming the opponent's resources and weakening their strength. You can say that the lives of ordinary people are worthless, but they can exchange them for more.
many."
"More importantly, compared to the undead who can only execute orders, living mortals have the ability to think independently. They will use some unique but effective methods to accomplish things that millions of undead cannot accomplish. We generally treat them as
Call it a ‘miracle’.”
"And miracles and sacrifices are the meaning of their existence and the meaning of our sheltering them."
Having said this, the big lich reached out and took off his monocle with some regret. He said with some nostalgia:
"The Dark Blade, or the duty and destiny of the undead, is to rush to the battlefield bravely and not retreat in the face of countless enemy attacks. As for those who are alive, the most insignificant sacrifices they make will also be recorded.
, and use this to contribute to our final victory.”
"Their actions to proactively protect the world and everything they hold dear will hasten the arrival of that moment - that great moment that will surely come: the moment when the world finally survives the horrors of war.
, this world will be saved because of the unyielding and counterattack of all life."
"At this point, the short and glorious existence of mortals will eventually become an eternal hymn."
Faced with the Arch Lich's explanation, Ms. Elsa Blue Moon Lich was a little confused. After thinking for a few seconds, she threw out the last ice orb, completely sealing the few heroes in front of her who were still trying to resist in the frost.
In between, she said:
"To be honest, I still don't understand. I still can't understand why flesh and blood mortals are so important in your eyes! Even if you don't hesitate to destroy such a powerful and potential ally, you must prevent them from falling into possible barbarism and war in the future."
Willpower and advanced civilization will hardly help them survive the apocalypse, but their natural savagery and tolerance for pain will make them better warriors."
"Well, it seems you tend to think like Odin."
The Archlich looked back with some regret at the Supreme Gate that had been sent to the realm of death. The moment this huge building left Valajar Fortress, the falling fortress completely lost its balance, and there was a loud noise.
, Valargar, this sacred temple tilted, falling bit by bit to the earth below.
Amid the roar of the fall, Anastarian Sunstrider reached out and opened a portal. He made a "please" gesture to the Lich lady beside him:
"But seriously, you don't need to think about this. If you can't understand all this, then just think of it as a kind of rule for the operation of the Dark Blade Legion"
"The High Lord wanted us to do this, so we did it. He told us to maintain the order of civilization, so the Dark Blade became the dark protector of the order of Azeroth. Do you understand? This is enough!"
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"Elder, we found the fallen object!"
In the valley late at night, amid the shouts of the Vrykul warriors, Elder Kane, holding a wooden staff and guarded by the warriors, walked quickly to the edge of the crater that was still emitting a scorching smell.
The old elder stood beside the torn crack in the earth. He looked down and saw many metal fragments in the turned soil. They were silver fragments that looked like...
The disintegrated remains of some gorgeous armor. He caressed the fragments that still exuded warmth, and then commanded the bravest warriors to lift the "falling object" whose whole body was scorched by the scorching flames from the cracks.
come out.
That's a man!
A tall man, his body was covered with horrific black scars, and bright red blood was all over his body. His clothes had been completely shattered by the scorching heat and the impact of some kind of force, but he should be a special person.
Because he is still alive!
It is unimaginable that he fell from the sky into the earth, and that he was not torn apart under such a terrible impact, and that he still had a weak breath. This is definitely not something ordinary people can do.
"Give me your water bladder!"
The elder shouted to the Vrykul warrior beside him, and soon, a water bag filled with strong liquor was handed to the elder's hand. Kane carefully poured the cold liquor into the unconscious man's mouth, and accompanied by
With a violent cough, the man who fell from the sky opened his eyes.
Those are a pair of blue eyes, like the sea and the sky.
And at the moment when the fallen man opened his eyes, a loud roar came from the sky higher up, causing everyone to subconsciously raise their heads and look to the sky. In the dark night, the sky was burning.
Fortress Valargar, a brilliant flame trail streaked across the sky, just like the most terrifying scene of Ragnarok in the legend. The symbol representing the existence of the Vrykul gods fell from the sky.
"Oh my god, oh my god."
The bravest warriors of the Vrykul people all knelt on the ground in fear at this moment, while the well-informed elder Kane clenched his fist tightly. He half-knelt on the ground and said incoherently:
"Odin is above! Gods are above! Please protect us! Please!"
"What is that?"
A hoarse voice sounded behind Elder Kane. The man they rescued staggered over to Elder Kane while drinking heavily, his blue eyes sparkling with confusion.
, he pointed at Valarjar, which was falling rapidly in the sky, and asked in the Vrykul language with ancient grammar:
"Why is it burning?"
"You, you don't even remember?"
Elder Kane looked at the man falling from the sky next to him, and he said in a hoarse voice:
"That's where you fell. That's Valargar, the higher paradise in all Vrykul myths! And now, it's fallen. Ragnarok is coming."
"Higher heaven?"
The man scratched his bloody bald head. He looked like a fool who didn't understand anything. But when he raised his head again and looked at the raging golden flames streaking across the night sky, something happened.
The sudden fragmented images flooded into his mind, and the rolling pain made him hold his head and roar like a beast. Several Vrykul warriors came together, but they could not suppress this man.
