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In fact, the battle is actually the same, there is no hope, even if the warrior is bloody, no matter how brave, will be silent because of despair, and silence will give rise to thoughts that should not be.

After the first scar appeared, the entire chaotic battlefield was like a haze pierced by the sun, and everyone involuntarily rushed towards the hope of victory.

The noisy blades, the smoke of gunpowder when the guns rang out, and the humming of the sharp arrows when they left the strings, this side of the world became a real battlefield in a trance at this moment, and the fluttering murderous aura was as sharp as a knife, stabbing people's skin painfully.

The battle cry of the heroic spirit, the wounds of the sword impact, the warriors who were repelled and knocked down, although they did not see blood, showed their cruelty even more.

The contestants paid the price of 7 people leaving the field, and under the hindrance of Heimdall and the other Immortals, sent the Priest of the Immortal out of the battlefield, then the Immortal Mage, the Immortal Swordsman, and the Shield-wielder, and the battle went on in the 17th minute, with only 4 people left on the field, and Heimdall was still attacking with his sword.

Even if it is a heroic spirit of the same level of strength, it will not be tired, but it is also an absolutely difficult opponent.

"Bang"

Garrosh's tomahawk and Heimdall's storm greatsword collided together, and at the moment of the impact of the weapon, the dust on the ground rose under the momentum of the impact, and the feet of both sides were already stained red with blood, and in a more distant place, Hemet II, who had broken a leg, simply lay on the ground, the barrel of the shotgun in his hand was already red and hot, and the air around him was also scorching and distorted.

A good hunter shouldn't be so rough with his weapons, but now is not the time to think about that.

In the face of the 4-meter-tall Heroic Spirit, the orc warrior looked like a child, but he gritted his teeth, unwilling to retreat in this wrestling, his body was covered with wounds, and the golden light danced on his body to heal those bleeding wounds, Heimdall's hard body was also speckled with marks, and he wanted to believe that this was the mark left on him by mortals.

"The will is commendable!"

There was a gleam in Heimdall's eyes under his helmet, and Garrosh didn't react to the first praise he spoke, and he pushed the long sword that was originally against his neck inch by inch with his legs, like a warrior slowly lifting a mountain.

But the Heroic Spirit sneered, the long sword in his hand was suddenly withdrawn, losing its focus, although Garrosh immediately began to gather strength, but his body couldn't help but pounce forward, Heimdall turned around delicately, kicked Dranoth who pounced from the side, and then used both feet hard, and the ground appeared again in a shock-type depression, and the whole person was like a predatory beast, from the sky to the last healer Baron.

The priest stood at the edge of the hall, not afraid, but after realizing Heimdall's difficulty, the priest knew that he had to stay away from the center of the battle to avoid causing more trouble to the two orcs who were fighting.

And the holy energy in his body at this time has almost dried up, in the last period of time, he is almost alone to support the progress of the battle, the contestants in order to deal with Heimdall's raid on Baron, at least 3 people have withdrawn, but now, there is no one to protect him.

Facing Heimdall who pounced, Baron's reaction was very... Uniquely, he didn't use the Holy Energy to protect himself, nor did he use the last of the Holy Energy to attack, but instead held the ivory staff in one hand and opened the other hand towards Heimdall in the air.

The golden chain-like light jumped in the palm of his hand, and the next moment, it disappeared into the air, and when it reappeared, it had landed accurately on Heimdall's body.

The golden anger on the gatekeeper's body was completely eliminated at this moment, as if it had encountered the snow of the sun.

Priest's Advanced Skill: Dispel Magic.

This skill is useless, because with Heimdall's rage activation speed, even if it is dispelled, it will re-wrap the body in less than a second, but the second this magic takes effect.

"Bang!"

The last bullet of Hermet II flew out of the chamber of the gun, and everyone in the viewing platform held their breath at this moment, this was probably the last chance for the contestants!

As long as that bullet hits Heimdall's fatal spot, or even as long as it hurts... There is hope!

But the bullet didn't hit Heimdall's forehead or heart, as one expected, and it didn't even touch the edge of his body, just like this hunter who never had mercy on his first miss.

There was a sigh throughout the hall, but the next moment, Dick and the rulers who were watching the battle stood up and applauded the blow as if they had made an appointment.

At the same time, Heimdall's Storm Greatsword was pressed against Baron's neck, golden rage darting across the blade, but it hadn't been able to cut it down.

"Uh... Brilliant blow!"

The Heroic Gatekeeper withdrew his sword and slung it in front of him, his belt, half broken by bullets, hanging low, and behind him, Garrosh, who was supporting his body with a roar of blood, built the golden horn from the ground and raised it high.

Hermet II's blow was not a miss, the good hunter never forgot his mission, and he always aimed at the horn that Heimdall hung on his waist.

It was a gamble, and luckily, they won.

"Roar!"

The entire hall erupted in unparalleled cheers, and Garrosh and Dranos ran up to Hermet II, who was struggling to hold his body with a discarded shotgun, and lifted him aloft, a moment in which the boundaries of race and the hatred of the past were completely forgotten, and although it may have been only for a moment, it was enough for this hard-won victory.

Baron held the golden horn in both hands and handed it to Heimdall, and the gatekeeper looked at the horn in his hand and shook his head,

"This is your spoils, take it, it will bring you eternal glory and undefeated will! Valhalla, there is a place for you!"

After saying that, the gatekeeper raised his left hand and waved it at Dick, and the golden light gate fell from the sky, just like when it appeared, after the light faded, Heimdall and the defeated Heroic Spirits disappeared in the center of the hall, and the other contestants who had left the arena also walked in through the gate at this moment, their faces still bloodstained, and some of them had convulsions with painful expressions.

But they still stood there proudly, greeted by the cheers of the whole world.

After truly seeing the fighting power of the Heroic Spirits, no one thought that this victory was a fluke, it was definitely a more thrilling and exciting battle than the first Dragon War, and no one doubted it.

And the entry of the Heroic Spirit from Valagar has cast a mythical phantom over this competition, and the more so, the more unforgettable and difficult it is to ignore.

This is when mortals defeat the "gods" for the first time, even if it is just a game...

"Unbelievable!"

Old Fording got up from his chair and looked at the contestants below with satisfaction, "Unbelievable! Frankly, at the beginning of this battle, I thought you were going to lose, but you turned the tide of the battle, and when there were only four people left, I thought you were still defeated, after all, your opponent was not mortal, but it is unbelievable that you finally snatched a victory from the gods." ”

"I retract my judgment, you... Worthy of the strongest young man in Azeroth..."

"Bang!"

Before Old Fording could finish speaking, a loud bang interrupted his speech, and then the entire dragon sleeping hall began to vibrate, as if it was hit head-on by some kind of giant battering ram, and the protective light curtain arranged by the dragons around it took the initiative to rise, but the next moment, the black, jaw-dropping, and frightening black crack continued to spread on the colorful light curtain.

"Bang!"

There was another loud bang, then the sound of glass breaking, followed by several loud wails that rang through the air, like a whimper before some creature's throat was slit.

The red dragon queen's face changed, and she got up suddenly, behind her, the dragons who came to watch the battle were also ready to take off, but the next moment, a third loud noise came from the top of everyone's heads, she suddenly raised her head, and saw two dragons falling from the sky, accompanied by the completely destroyed top platform, under the bombardment of the cracked stones, smashed into the hall of the dragon sleeping temple, they were two red dragons, but at this time, their mighty bodies were already covered with wounds, life could quickly escape from their bodies, the light of despair froze in their eyes, and the black and cold power wrapped around their bodies, even making them unable to let out a wail。

They... Dying.

"Bone Dragon!

Mograini's voice rose to the sky with a thick holy light, but the moment it approached the top floor, it was stopped by an ice-blue light curtain, and finally dissipated into nothingness.

"Click!"

A piece of masonry fell from the top floor of the temple, and Dick looked up to see the gray, massive bone dragon head wrapped in a heavy frost storm, it was far bigger than any bone dragon he had ever seen, a single head was bigger than a house, and the red glow in its black eye sockets was terrifying.

But what made people feel a chill from the bottom of their hearts was the figure standing next to the bones, the Dead King in a heavy ice-blue skull robe, holding a magic sword, and the guy who made the whole of Azeroth surge with fear.

He wears an ice-blue Helm of Domination, cold wind and falling snow fly behind him, death is his name, and coldness is his voice.

Whirling snowflakes fell from the sky and landed on his blade, and the next moment, a flash of ice-blue flames ignited on the sword's body, and everyone's breathing seemed to stop at this moment, as substantial fear swirled around everyone's body.

Beyond the Dragonbone Wilderness, on the white wilderness, the closed gate slowly opened in a frenzied blizzard, and countless red lights erupted from the open Gate of Damnation, Angasa, and the terrifying black knight, riding in the lifeless skeleton warhorse, cursed weapons streaked across the sky.

Cold, evil lichs floated above the sky, their godless eyes sweeping across the icy wasteland in front of them, breathing in darkness.

The frost dragons that obscured the sky crossed the sky of Angasa, a substantial twisted scream spread behind them, and the dense gargoyles that dazzled people at a glance, like black dots before the end of the world, filled the entire wasteland sky.

The Scourge Chariot was propelled by the Bone Behemoth, and with each bombardment, death and curse were scattered on the hastily responding coalition fronts, and the devastating light of a dozen Sky Floating Cities swept across the headspace of Fortagen Fortress and Warsong Fortress.

Death is laughing, fear is dancing, and everything is about to come, and that is the bell of the destruction of the world.

The undead natural disaster, pouring out of the nest, all because of the dark will in front of him.

Arthas, Lich King!