Heimdall's voice was calm, sounding like he was saying something insignificant. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

But it feels arrogant, especially for the irritable and irascible warriors, Garrosh has begun to wrap up crimson anger on his body, but there are many people who are faster than him.

"Sword of Light!"

"Righteous Judgment!"

Marcus and Maxmilan made eye contact, one left and one right at the same time! and the inconspicuous dwarven hunter Hermet II, who was hiding in the crowd, raised the shotgun behind his back, which was obviously modified by the master engineer, in his hand almost at the moment when the two paladins moved, and the elven ranger on the other side also drew his longbow.

Not only that, but the mages almost unisoned with the chanting of the magic, and the assassins disappeared into the shadows for the first time.

It seemed that everything was grasped just right, but Dick, who was watching all this, supported his chin with both hands, and watched the confrontation between the 25 contestants and Heimdall with concentration, and he said to himself,

"25 vs. 5, Rangers vs. real teams, quantity and quality, I'm actually curious... In this world, what level of strength will the real team be?"

A real team?

Kael'thas heard this, and he looked with interest at Heimdall and his team, who were already under siege, for the Sun King, he had obviously heard of Valhalla, and he had also learned from Dick that it was the real legion that Guardian Odin had assembled for the end of the entire world, the most powerful team in the world.

He was also very curious, after compressing the strength of Valhalla's heroic spirits, would they still be as powerful as rumored, unshakable?

"Bang!"

With the sword of light rising from the ground and the energy hammer smashing through the air containing scorching energy, the bullets swirling in the air, the deadly arrows, and the stalkers surging up around him, Heimdall's choice is... Disregard!

A golden light streaked across the sky, from the left side of the gatekeeper to the right, almost covering the distance of 180 degrees in front of him, and the sharp edge of the blade shattered the lightsaber and scattered the war hammer.

A shield appeared beside Heimdall, blocking the bullet and flying the arrow, and with the sword and shield of the heroic spirit stepping on it, the thunder of the earth shook so that the stalkers couldn't even get close, and the next moment, a ring of ice jumped up on the ground around it, freezing the stalkers and druids completely.

Heimdall pulled out the Storm Sword at this moment, got up and leaped, jumped to the center of those stalkers, waved it with one hand, the blade flashed, and the two unlucky stalkers flew out upside down at once, Swain saw that the situation was not good, and immediately transformed from a nightblade leopard into an ironhide brown bear, with his claws in front of him, barely blocking Heimdall's greatsword slash.

The Heroic Spirits weren't lying, they did suppress their strength to the same level as everyone else, but before Swain's aftermath lasted a second, two long swords had already swooped out from behind, one left and one right under her fur.

"Whew!"

Enraged by the pain, the bear shook her body to fight back, but the moment her frantic claws swept towards the Immortal, two golden rays of light danced in the air, and with a slight wave of her hand, two layers of thick shields of light appeared around Heimdall and the Immortal Swordsman's body, and the two of them were unharmed by Sven's frenzied attack.

As soon as her claws fell, Heimdall slammed head-on into Swain's head with a powerful charge, Rao in the form of a giant bear, and the druid was stunned by the blow, and behind her, the twin blades of the Heroic Swordsman were about to land on her shoulders.

Hermet II's shotgun roared again, forcing the Heroic Swordsman back with a single shot, but before he could fire a second shot, a sharp ice pick stabbed him in the face, and Marcus pushed the dwarf down from behind, and himself opened the sacred barrier to block the ice pick.

But both he and Hermet II broke out in a cold sweat.

If it had been one second slower, Hemet II would have been out.

From the contestants taking the initiative to attack, to the end of the heroic spirit's counterattack, in just 5 seconds, Baron's formation arranged in advance was a mess, 2 assassins, plus Swin was seriously injured, Hermet II was in danger, the rhythm of the whole battle was extremely fast, and there was an exclamation from time to time in the stands, it was obvious that there was only an opponent of the same strength, and his own side had an absolute numerical advantage, but why was it so easily penetrated?

Kael'thas had a lot of sparkle in his eyes, no one was stupid to sit here, Dick was right, this was the opponent that the contestants couldn't defeat yet!

Five people, none of them made superfluous movements, the precision was like a real machine, once it started to run, it was enough to crush several times the opponent, Kael'thas almost dared to imagine how strong this army of heroes would be when they fully recovered their original strength?

But the Heroic Spirit's counterattack was not over, the chaotic battlefield flashed with golden light, and before Garrosh could raise his battle axe, a shield smashed towards him, and the orc warrior hurriedly retreated, the shield and the Heroic Spirit behind the shield continued to rush forward, and Dranoth was about to rush to the rescue, but just as he started, the Storm Greatsword smashed down with infinite might, as well as the troublesome ice ring and the three curses that fell almost at the same time.

The Immortal Mage seemed to be able to use all types of magic, even the Warlock's Curse, but no one thought it was fair.

In fact, having 25 people against 5 opponents of equal strength is in itself the biggest injustice.

Jorin and the mages wanted to save the day, bringing back the increasingly chaotic battle that had been torn apart by Heimdall's team, but before their first spell could be thrown, a dazzling light exploded around the mages, completely harmless, but the holy light contained in it had an extremely strong purifying effect.

The aperture was extremely wide, covering half of the battlefield, and after this purification, the magic elements that Yolin and the mages had gathered were purified, and all the spells were interrupted, even the magic shields on their bodies were completely dispelled at this moment!

Although Baron couldn't see with his eyes, he could sense everything that was happening around him, and this scene also made him dumbfounded!

The Great Dispel Technique is generally only used to dispel continuous damage magic on the battlefield, and this is the first time he knows that the Great Dispel Technique can still be used like this... But this Heroic Soul Priest, who dispelled these shields was preparing...

"Oops! Protect the Mage!"

As soon as Baron's shout came out, Heimdall and the Immortal Swordsman abandoned their target with a sneer, the swordsman seemed to be able to use the skills of the assassin, and with the flicker of shadows, the swordsman appeared behind Jorin, and Heimdall's body flashed, and he crashed away everyone in his path at the same speed as a charge, and came to the Immortal Swordsman like a golden wind.

Warrior Advanced Skill Reinforcement!

Without a magic shield, what can a mage do against a warrior and an assassin?

It's worse than a lamb!Garrosh, Deranos, and Maxmilan were about to pounce to save the mages, but almost as soon as Heimdall's blade storm appeared, a cloud of shadow-colored energy exploded in the densest place of the crowd.

The whistling dark green energy rushed into the bodies of everyone around them like a small snake, and at this moment, the emotion of fear dominated everyone's minds, and the surrounding guys rushed out in all directions as if they had seen the most terrifying thing, along with the mages and warlocks who had lost their magic shields.

Warlock Advanced Skill, Shadow Wailing, Crowd Fear

Due to the need to disperse the shadow power and make more people lose control, the duration of this skill is very short, maybe only 2-3 seconds, but it is enough, for a heroic spirit like Heimdall who is proficient in all warrior skills, 3 seconds is enough time to start a massacre!

Fear, a skill that induces inner emotions to destroy opponents, is the least effective for strong-willed professionals like warriors and knights, but when Garrosh takes the initiative to go berserk and lifts his fear, he turns back to see Jorin, who has been completely swept up in the storm of golden blades, as well as the mages and others who can't dodge.

He roared and charged at Heimdall, but the next moment, the damn shield was once again in front of him, along with the ice that rushed from all around him, and the chains of holy light.

Garrosh has never been so aggrieved!

No matter who he faced, he got a counterattack from at least 2 people, like a beast trapped in a trap, no matter which direction he pounced, what he got was a ruthless round-up, or even a deadly counterattack.

The cries of pain from the mages made everyone want to rescue them, but just then, a gunshot put Heimdall's offensive on hold.

For the first time, Hermet II's bullet pierced the sacred shield of the Heroic Priest, after all, it was the same level of strength, and there was no situation that could block dozens of bullets, and this dwarven hunter inherited his father's stubbornness, and he would never let go when he saw the prey.

He fired 7 rounds in a row at the priest, all of them special armor-piercing magic bullets, and by the eighth round, the Priest of the Heroic Spirit's spell was interrupted for the first time, which was also the first time that the most delicate coordination had been wrong.

Heimdall and the shield bearer immediately gave up the gains that had fallen into their hands and returned to the priest's aid, which was like a slap in the face, waking Baron, who was embarrassed to dodge the attack of the Heroic Swordsman, from the chaos.

He forcibly propped up the shield, and the hoarse voice spread throughout the battlefield,

"All defenders! stop them for me! All ranged, attack the priest for me! Interrupt their cooperation! or we'll lose!"

"Marcus, bastard, remember your duty!"

The paladin forced back the Immortal Swordsman with a sword of light, almost showing weakness and frantically blocking the attack of the Immortal Swordsman, Sven dragged his seriously injured body, and struggled to resist Heimdall's slash with his claws, and Dranoth also used his body to hug the left arm of the shield-bearer Heroic Spirit for the first time, standing in an ugly mess, but extremely useful.

The time gap was set aside, and the rangers of Quel'Thalas kept harassing the Immortal Mage's spell with their Broken Arrows, and although someone was frozen by the mage's spell every second, the time difference was getting bigger and bigger, and the roar of Hermet II mixed with the roar of the shotgun kept leaving a sparkle on the body of the Immortal Priest, as well as the blades of the assassins, and the curse that Jolin struggled to throw.

Balon didn't care about the wound on his aching chest, and staggered with both hands to drag the orc warrior who was roaring at Heimdall, grabbing his arm and scolding,

"Garrosh, I know your brother is dying, but you're going to die in the way of rushing to that damn priest! Do you want to win! Listen to me if you want to win! Attack that priest!"

Garrosh's eyes were red, and there was still blood left on the wound on his face that had been cut open by Heimdall, making it look like a demon crawling out of hell, and he stared at Baron as if he wanted to tear him apart, but the priest couldn't see it,

"Don't forget what we're here for!"

"Only the roar of blood in your hand can break through the bodies of those heroic spirits!

"So, hell bastard, go attack that priest for me!"

"Ahhh

Garrosh glanced at Yorin, who was supported by his cane, his whole body covered in blood, turned his head, and with a leap of glory, he fell from the sky, the battle axe in his hand wrapped in anger, the roar of blood!

The hand of the Warsong Chief had left a bone-deep scratch on the Priest of the Heroic Spirits!

It was the first time they really saw hope of winning.

A smile spread across Dick's lips, and he leaned back in his chair soothingly, flipped his left hand, and his pipe appeared in the palm of his hand, shaking it towards Kael'thas,

"In order for a real team to win, everyone must do their own thing and not be swayed by personal feelings, especially in the battlefield they are about to embark on, everyone may die, but when it is time to charge, still can't hesitate... Time is short, we can't teach much, but they are not slow to learn, are they?"