Brünnhilde felt the death of Horosgar and the others in the realm of the gods, and came to the place where they finally died, and as Valhalla's messenger, Valkyrie, she must complete the task given by Odin and guide the souls of the dead warriors to Valhalla. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

At the moment when she first entered the main plane, it was the scene of Duolungo penetrating Alice, a man actually gave such a heavy hand to a beautiful girl, as a Valkyrie, she couldn't turn a blind eye to such evil deeds, but she couldn't do such a sneak attack behind her back, so after shouting and reminding the other party, she launched a charge, and the air flow swirled on the surface of the riding spear, exuding a golden glow.

Duolungo raised his hand with a contemptuous expression on his face, he had noticed it as early as when Brunhilde appeared, raised his hands high, his body twisted back sharply, and the energy gathered in his palm shot towards Brunhilde, who was still charging.

The red energy collided with the golden ball of light falling from the sky like a tide, but the result was beyond Dorengo's expectations.

It was obviously a red pillar of energy light, but at this time, it was split in half by the riding spear held by Brunhilde, like a cloth torn by scissors, and in Dorengo's horrified eyes, the spear that exuded golden brilliance pierced his body, hanging him directly on top of the huge riding spear.

"Ahem, cough, cough" Toronto coughed up a mouthful of blood, turned his head to look at the majestic Valkyrie in front of him with an expression of disbelief, and said with difficulty. "How could it be you? Valkyrie?

The golden light began to appear from his wounds, and then began to spread to the rest of his body, and after a long battle with Alice, the vampire who was already at the end of the assault could not hold on any longer, and Brunhilde's attack was like the last straw that crushed the camel, and he hung his head weakly.

Brunhilde held the riding spear with Dorengo in one hand, and instigated the pegasus to come to Alice, she dismounted, put down the shield, half-crouched down, carefully examined Alice's injury, and finally shook her head expressionlessly, the internal organs were damaged, the blood was lost, and even the spine was broken, such an injury can only be saved by the gods.

Faced with the fate of the girl's death, Brunhilde, as Valkyrie, accepted it very calmly, and since he couldn't save the girl, he had to send her soul into the Nibelungen himself after her death.

Just as she was about to lean down and close Alice's eyes......

"Don't underestimate me!"

Dorengo's voice reached her ears, and before she could turn around, a fierce wind appeared from behind her head.

"Tear Pull"

Scarlet blood stained her face.

At that moment, the weak girl, who was already considered hopeless by Brünnhild and was about to die, pushed her away with all her might, and then exposed herself to the attack.

Dorengo's final dying blow didn't kill Alice's body, but even that left her like a broken porcelain doll, her abdomen slashed entirely, and blood-soaked blood sprayed Brunhilde's face.

With the final blow, Brother Duolun, who had returned to the light, closed his eyes with regret and unwillingness.

The Valkyrie, whose face was covered in Alice's blood, wiped the blood from her face, and walked in front of Alice with a slightly hesitant expression.

Brunhilde is Odin's daughter, a member of the Valkyries, because of her identity, she has also become the leader of Valkyrie, since birth, she has been following Odin's instructions to guide the souls of the brave to Valhalla, so her feelings are also very indifferent, no matter how the dead undead howl, how to curse, how to say good things, she will take them across the realm of life and death, and send them to Valhalla.

To say that Brunhilde is like a man is actually more like a doll who only does what Odin tells him to do. The same is true for attracting the revenant, the same is true for resisting the frost giants, and even for attacking Dorengo.

The appearance of the girl who fell to the ground was imprinted in her heart, and there were little ripples.

The indifferent girl didn't know that it was called sadness and feeling, but she remembered this scene and kept it firmly in her heart.

She knelt on the ground, used her magic to block out the wind and clouds, and then gently placed the girl's head on her knees.

Taking off the armor on her hands, she didn't dislike being dirty, and gently stroked Alice's hair, even so, her face was still expressionless.

Unwavering pupils stared at Alice's face without blinking, she was waiting for Alice's death and then taking her soul to the Nibelungen, a duty given to her by Odin.

"Ahem, ahem, it hurts me. Alice, who was resting on her knee, suddenly coughed, interrupting Brünnhilde's movements, and she suddenly reached out and removed Brünnhilde's hand from her wound.

Because the blood kept clogging Alice's throat, it was very difficult for her to say every word.

"Can I trust you?" Alice frowned, clutching the huge wound in her abdomen, and asked Brünnhilde in front of her.

Instead of answering immediately, Brünnhilde tilted his head and looked into Alice's eyes quietly, before nodding vigorously after a few seconds.

Although Alice really doesn't want to reveal her secret in front of this girl of unknown origin in front of her, but at this time she can't care so much, if she doesn't use magic to heal her body and stop the blood, then Alice can consider going back and getting a new body.

After a few minutes, Alice's blood had stopped, and the two huge wounds on her body had healed, but judging by her pale face, the injuries were not completely healed.

Looking at her clothes, which were too tattered to cover her body, Alice took out a black cloak and draped it over her body, and then focused on the battlefield in the distance.

At the moment of Dorengo's death, the suspense of victory and defeat has been lost.

The vampires, deprived of the magical support of their wizards and the most powerful warriors and leaders, scurried around the battlefield like headless flies, and finally retreated to their lair under Smir's regrouping.

Alice did not order her army to pursue, and in such a storm, the gargoyles could not keep up with the vampires who were bent on fleeing.

Ordering the cyclops to lead the team to clean up the battlefield, Alice's energy is focused on the mysterious girl in front of her, who is as beautiful and delicate as a doll.