Heroic spirits are special spirits, arcane power neutralizes the negative power of the necromancy, making the spirits more similar to the living, but superior to the living in all aspects, due to their special form of existence, each heroic spirit is full of powerful energy, which is enough to ensure their daily actions, or engage in some low-intensity battles.

However, when it comes to high-intensity combat, the Heroic Spirits often wield heavy bodies of thunder cast steel, which requires pre-charging to bring them to full state.

The full state of the Heroic Spirit is very terrifying, from the Heroic Spirit team commanded by Heimdall can be seen from the battle posture of a thousand, these tall steel warriors are covered with a heavy energy shield, and they can also mobilize the power of runes when fighting, those runes of different colors can give the Heroic Spirit a special combat effect through different combinations, or strengthen the strength, or attach the power of wind and thunder to the weapon, or enhance the defense, etc.

They are like real war machines, with the pure power of Titan flowing through their steel bodies, which is like injecting energy into a super engine, allowing this powerful body to burst out with extremely incredible power.

At this time, in the Valagar Fortress, Odin's Heroic Spirit Legion was quickly awakened, and those Heroic Spirits rushed into the Holy Arsenal according to the orders of their respective commanders, manipulating their own steel bodies, entering the preset position, injecting energy into these steel bodies that would be sealed on weekdays, and then sending them directly to the center of the battlefield through the Sky Bridge in the center of the Wallagar Fortress, also known as the teleportation device of the Rainbow Bridge.

There were also a number of brave Valhallic warriors roaring along the golden bridge suspended in the clouds, rushing into the center of the fortress in an attempt to help their leader, the great and noble Odin, against the evil witch Hela.

But although these heroic spirits are powerful, their strength also has a limit, in the battlefield with Hela, these warriors of the body of steel will be slashed by Hela's sharp blade in a few faces, the Queen of Hades has been freed from her distorted and bloated depraved body, after the soul is replaced by the body of the Valkyrie, her own power of death and brutal power has not weakened.

On the contrary, her more agile and dexterous body made her more lethal with each swing of her weapon, and she seemed to miss this feeling of freedom of movement, so on the battlefield of the antechamber strewn with steel wreckage, the queen did not use death spells, but slashed these sturdy warriors with a sharp blade, as if enjoying the joy of battle.

And Odin is standing at the entrance of the front hall with a thunder spear, he is not afraid of Hela and does not join the battlefield, Odin is more focused on the entire battlefield, he must ensure that Hela cannot attack the Immortal Saint Arsenal that is being opened, as long as the Immortal Legion is fully awakened, then Odin is sure that he can win this battle, at least to maintain the undefeated stalemate.

For a leader, personal joys and losses, gains and losses, are not the reason for making decisions.

"Odin, do you still need these bugs to protect you?"

In the front hall of Valhalla, Hela was surrounded by more and more Heroic Warriors, her pale body was like a swaying beam, and the powerful power was blessed on the slightly lighter body, making her attacks and actions to the point of unimaginable agility, under the pale lightning helmet, the lower half of her face was beating with a hideous smile.

"You're just sending them to their deaths!"

Standing on the wreckage of a decapitated Heroic Warrior, Hela walked gracefully towards Odin standing on the stairs of the antechamber with a double-edged sword that glittered with silver light.

She didn't seem to pay attention to the Heroic Spirits around her, the black death frost surged on the golden ground like a rolling storm, freezing Hela into a frosty hell everywhere she went, this gesture of contempt made the Heroic Spirits extremely angry, and when Hela's hollowed-out pale boots took the third step forward, finally an impatient Heroic Spirit swung her sword at her.

"Witch! Death! ”

The bearded Heroic Warrior jumped into the sky like a cannonball, he clenched the huge axe shining with thunder with both hands, and slashed at the "thin" Hela, but at the moment when the blade that shone with wind and thunder fell, Hela raised her left hand, and her slender five fingers buckled on the blade of the smashed tomahawk, and easily took the blow, and her thin body did not shake at all.

"Click"

Hela's fingers snapped into the surface of the sturdy battle axe, causing the steel to let out an overwhelmed moan, and a layer of cold death frost was like a spider web, quickly covering the weapon and the body of the heroic spirit, in the extreme low temperature surge, the steel tomahawk pieces shattered, and the huge heroic spirit fell to the ground, but the next moment it was grabbed by Hela's neck, and in a tooth-aching tearing sound, the headless steel body smashed on the frozen ground behind Hela like a boulder that had been thrown away.

The Queen of Hades was carrying a torn head, and there was something like a metal cable attached to the huge steel, dragging it on the ground, and strange sparks pulsing between the metal stubble, looking somewhat oozing.

She tilted her head, looked at the Heroes in front of her, and then reached out and drew her double-edged sword from the ground, swinging her left hand forward.

"Bang"

The torn metal head smashed at the Spirit's feet, rolling around a few times, revealing the Spirit's dying distorted face, like a demonstration of extreme mockery.

"Come, Odin's puppies!"

Hela hooked her fingers towards the Heroic Spirits guarding in front of Odin, she stretched out her scarlet tongue and licked her lips, the Pale Valkyrie moved her shoulders, and the blade in her hand kept dripping the "blood" of the Heroic Spirits, and she said in a cold tone with a hint of pleasure:

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

"Hela, there's something wrong with where you're standing, back off!"

A voice suddenly sounded in Hela's ears, causing the queen who was about to move forward and continue to slaughter the heroic spirits, but Hela still retreated as fast as a stream, like a pale lightning bolt beating endlessly in the steel wreckage.

Hela's sudden retreat made Odin, who had been paying attention to the battle situation, frown, the giant with a cool flaming beard had a premonition of a problem at this moment, but before he could guess what the problem was, a low thunderous sound sounded in the depths of the Sky Fortress at Odin's feet, like a strange sound of high-speed gears suddenly stuck.

"Click"

The strange vibration soon spread in all directions along the remotely locked energy terminals inside the Sky Fortress, like small bombs planted in the ground being detonated one after another, and in the area where Hela was just standing, the uncontrolled energy swept across the torn Fronthall like a beating and shining storm of lightning, engulfing the remains of the steel heroes.

The dazzling thunder and lightning, combined with the constant vibrations of the connection, and the strange and ominous black smoke that spread from the fortress, seemed to indicate that something was not very good.

"Lord Odin! Holy Arsenal! The Holy Arsenal is locked! ”

A Heroic Craftsman who had lost his arm due to the energy explosion rushed out of the billowing black smoke with a black face full of black ashes, and he knelt weakly at Odin's feet, and reported with difficulty:

"The source of the signal is from Ulduar, all our chargers have been destroyed due to energy overload, we have been betrayed!"

"How many Heroic Spirits have you awakened?"

Odin's flaming beard brightened, indicating that the chief manager's heart was filled with anger, and he asked in a deep voice:

"How many more Heroic Spirits can go to war?"

"A tenth is only a tenth, Lord Odin!"

The last hope in Odin's heart was completely extinguished by this bad news, and the enraged Guardian's spear slammed to the ground, and his thunderous roar resounded throughout the Stormfjord sky in the dazzling thunder splash.

"Rai! You damn traitor!! ”

"Huh"

A white bolt of lightning pierced through the billowing smoke, and the sharp sword light almost grazed Odin's body and slammed it to the ground, shattering the solid steel staircase at this moment, Odin took a step back and swung his thunder spear, and in the roar of thunder and lightning, in the reflection of electricity and fire, Hela, wielding a double-edged knife, was blasted into the sky, and the Valkyrie flapped her wings again, and quickly stabilized her body in the air.

The father and daughter stared at each other in the apocalyptic scene of Valagare, Odin's one-eyed gleaming with a touch of pain and anger, while Hela's pale eyes showed no emotion.

"You have been abandoned by your own brother, Odin! It's like you ruthlessly abandoned me at the beginning. ”

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

"You, are you in pain?"

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"Buzz"

At the edge of the hall of the Valagar Fortress, where the thunder and fire were all over and the internal energy center had completely lost control, in the glow of the dark mist, the Great Lord with the Ash Bringer in his hand stepped out, followed by the Grand Lich Anastarian, and the Syndra 13 Lord, who was the best at magic, and Prince Farodis and Elsa, who were extremely skilled in magic. Ms. Blue Moon.

It's a team of true magic users.

"Look at this place!"

The Great Lord looked at the land in front of him, which had been turned into a mess due to the loss of energy control, and the air here was filled with a strange scorching smell, and there were dangerous sparks of energy constantly pulsing in the air, which looked like a mechanical wasteland.

Tyrion looked down at the corpse of a steel skull burned by the flames of energy beneath his feet, he kicked the remains of the Heroic Spirit with his foot, and then said to his followers:

"Odin's taste is really bad, look at this ugly creation, his creation must be unqualified"

"Odin isn't here, Great Lord, he should have gone somewhere else."

The Great Lich looked left and right, then pointed to the huge golden arch on the western platform of the Wallagar Fortress in the billowing darkness, full of some kind of sharpness, and with a futuristic sci-fi feel, and he said to the High Lord:

"There! That thing should be the Gate of the Highest, the device that Odin used to transform the Heroic Spirit. ”

"Then go ahead!"

The High Lord waved his hand and said to the magic users behind him:

"You still have 20 minutes to tear down the High Gate and transport it back to Darkblade City before Valagar falls, it is our most important trophy and must be taken seriously!"

"Yes, High Lord!"

Below the Great Lich, more than a dozen of the most powerful spellcasters of the Darkblade Legion responded in unison, and then, under the gaze of the Great Lord, quickly passed through the mechanical ruins covered with smoke and sparks, and advanced towards the large platform on the west side, while the Great Lord himself stood on this messy battlefield, and from the wreckage around him, he could see how fierce the battle had just been.

But judging from the bones left behind by these heroic spirits, they should have been killed by Hela's mad woman.

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

Tyrion complained slightly, then raised his weapon, traced the traces of the battle between Hela and Odin along the road in front of the hall, and marched all the way forward, he had promised those guardians that he would spare Odin's "life".

The Great Lord is a man who does what he says, so what he promises to others, he must do.

However, just as the High Lord crossed the empty Honey Wine Hall, where only corpses remained, and was about to step on the Rainbow Bridge to the highest point of the Valagar Fortress, a flash of light suddenly appeared in the hall behind him, and the violent energy fluctuation made the High Lord stop, and then turned his head to see a silver heroic spirit holding a thunder greatsword, stepping out of the portal generated by the Rainbow Bridge.

It was a much taller warrior than the average Heroic Spirit, he wore silver and brass steel armor, and wore a golden horned helmet similar to Odin's, strong and resolute, under the horned helmet, there were a pair of eyes burning with anger, he had a simple horn around his waist, and he still carried the smoke of gunpowder from the war, he looked somewhat tired, but from the posture between the walks, it could be seen that this was a very strong warrior.

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

And just when the Great Lord saw Heimdall, Heimdall, who had just returned to the Sky Fortress from the Gate of the Brave, also saw the Great Lord, and the miserable remnants of the heroic spirit beside the Great Lord, coupled with the Great Lord's sword, and the gloomy aura wrapped around his body, making him look like the culprit of the massacre in the Honey Hall.

"You! Did you kill them? ”

Heimdall watched the slaughter before him, the fearless warriors who had been locked up in the Holy Arsenal and had to fight the invaders with their heroic bodies, like the weakest soldiers, were cut to the ground, and the frost of death covered their corpses, completely cutting off their life, and the mead hall, once filled with songs and never-ending feasts, had become a real hell on earth in this battle for heaven.

And in the face of Heimdall's reprimand, the High Lord stretched out his finger and tapped his forehead, and he whispered:

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

He raised his head and looked at the angry Heimdall in front of him, a glimmer of light flashed in the ice blue eyes of the Great Lord, and he whispered:

"You should be Heimdall, the warrior of Odin, I've heard your story, but seeing that you've come here so aggressively, I guess, are you going to avenge them?"

"I know you too!"

Heimdall looked angrily and vigilantly at the slender man in the black swordsman's robe in front of him, his steel eyes flashed with a trace of undisguised battle intent, a touch of thunder and lightning pulsed on Heimdall's body, and those mysterious runes of Rune, which were constantly strengthening the power of the first warrior of Wallagarh.

"You are the Great Lord of the Dead Realm, and you are already the most powerful man in Azeroth! Your power gives you the freedom to do whatever you want, but I still wonder why us! We're all doing the right thing, so, why us? ”

"Bang"

The black blade in Tyrion's hand hit the ground with a low sound, he held the hilt of his sword in both hands, looked at Heimdall in front of him, the Great Lord's expression became calm, and a moment later, in this hall of death covered with the remains of heroic spirits, he whispered:

"If you have to ask this question, then I can only answer you"

"To me and to the world"

"The Age of Mercy Has Passed"