"What good cannon fodder they are!"

In the ruins of Skoud-Ahir, on the top of the dark tower nearly 100 meters high, in the hall made of twisted black steel, Hela sat on the spiked throne with some regret, looking at the Viku emissaries who retreated into the hall respectfully and in fear.

Those messengers were sent by the elders of the clan, and they prayed that the war of the gods would not bring about the destruction of the world, and for this they were willing to sacrifice everything.

Alas, Hela only wants their souls.

"The High Lord will not allow the Darkblade Legion to drain the souls of the natives of Azeroth at will!"

The pale Valkyrie Agatha, who was standing in the hall, replied with a blank look:

"Because our cause is just, not to mention, we don't need to make a servant army in such a barbaric way, those weak zombies and ghouls simply can't participate in such a high-intensity war."

"Justice?"

Hela, leaning on the steel throne adorned with 11 black spears, yawned boredly, and she looked at her former sister, and she sneered:

"You still believe that this is really making people laugh, justice, child's thing, Odin's doglegs often use this word, it's really hypocritical and disgusting!"

Not "you"! ”

Valkyrie Adjutant Ann Herde, who was pushing open the door and walking into the hall with a battle plan, stopped her superior's deviant remarks, and she cautiously explained:

It's "we"! Lord Hela, you are now one of us, you are no longer the self-pitying, mad Death, you are a member of the system, and you should do everything in your power to maintain its majesty, for your good and for us! ”

"I admit that the combat effectiveness of the Tyrion Legion is refreshing to me."

Hela lazily leaned back on the cold throne, her half-covered helmet set aside, and she boredly played with the skull of a demon, which she had cut from Akmund's bones after Tyrion had fled from the ruins of Dalaran, and was one of Hela's proudest collections.

"But his ideas and yours are too naïve! It's really funny that a force that can easily destroy the world and dominate the world actually wants to maintain order! ”

Hela's disdain angered Agasha, who had been following Tyrion for the longest time, and Valkyrie retorted fiercely:

"Hela! You don't have the right to say that about the Great Lord! ”

"During the time that you have disturbed the balance of life and death in the world because of your own selfish interests, the High Lord has been fighting against opponents you have never seen before, and you were once a member of the Guardians of the Elder Gods, demons, and other forces, but you have failed your mission, and he has saved the world in his own way! He has single-handedly planned the order of this world, and he is much greater than all of you! ”

"But he's a grim reaper! Baby. ”

Hela bared her teeth at Agatha, and she snorted, and said with malice:

"The best gift he can bring to the world is death, and no one likes death, admit it! No matter how much he has done for this world, in the eyes of life, he will always be the ugliest enemy! No one will like him, and no one will sing his praises! ”

"Alright, stop arguing!"

The old and serious Ann Gelder put a stop to this frivolous quarrel, and she threw the battle plan in her hand to Hela:

"Tonight, the battle will begin at nightfall, and we will be the vanguard of the attack on Valagarh's Fortress's Gate of the Brave on the land of Stormfjord, which is the ground entrance to Valhalla, and we will resist the counterattack of the Valhalla and take that gate! It was the most important strategic point, and according to the Great Lord's demands, we must hold on to it until the end of the war. ”

"Nope! I won't be there! ”

Hela didn't look at the battle plan in her hand, she returned it to Anhald, and she whispered:

"Anhalde, you were my most trusted lieutenant, during that time in the underworld, you will perfectly complete all the tasks I assigned to you, I believe that this time you will not let me down the attack of the Brave Gate, and you will be fully responsible!"

"What about you? Hela? ”

The pale Valkyrie Ann Halde was not surprised by this order, in fact, this order was already sent to her, and it seems that the group of warmongers in the combat command did not expect Hela, who had just joined the Dark Blade, to command the battle properly.

"Me?"

Hela stood up from the cold throne, patted her slender legs, which were no longer weak, and then buckled the heavy, cold helmet to her head, and said:

"I have wings stronger than all of you, so my battlefield is in the sky!"

"The war fortress that hangs in the sky, I will break it with my own hands! The bones of the heroic spirits under Odin's command will become the staircase under my feet, allowing me to challenge Odin all the way on the road of bones! ”

A thin flash of black lightning danced in the corner of Hela's eyes, and she looked up at the golden fortress on the edge of the sky at dusk, and she said with murderous intent:

"I've given everything, isn't that what I'm for?"

"Put an end to my feud with him once and for all!"

"They're coming! Venerable Odin! ”

At the top of the enclosed fortress of Valagarh, the heavily armed gatekeeper Heimdall, a powerful Heroic Warlord with the Thunder Greatsword on his back, reports to Odin, who is seated on the throne:

"Those necromancers are advancing along the mountain path of the Gate of the Brave, and they are going to attack our battle line on the ground!"

"I saw it, Heimdall, I saw it!"

Odin sat on the throne, his thunder spear in his hand, and in the backdrop of the endless lightning storm, in Odin's only remaining left eye, he could clearly see the ground shrouded in night.

There, a black tide of the undead is rolling forward.

The assembled and roaring black chariots were like giants made of steel, they were awakened under the dark tower, and in the puff of black smoke, those steel behemoths formed a torrent that drowned everything, those undead, the undead of the dark blades, they sat on top of those chariots with hot weapons in their hands, their faces were expressionless, cold like the bones that had just been awakened from the battlefield, and they would plunge into the next war with endless will to fight.

Behind the torrent of steel behemoths, there were infantry marching forward in several phalanxes, under the leadership of the death knights, these undead infantry everywhere they went, the temperature dropped extremely much, and even where they stepped on, even the earth was covered with frost, they moved forward silently, without making a sound, not as noisy as the mortal legions, but with a momentum that devoured everything.

Beneath the visor of tens of thousands of black skulls, Odin could see the ghosts of death, the spirits of the High Lord Tyrion, the commander of the dead gave these dead soldiers endless fighting spirit with his own will, he kept the anger of death in their hearts, and taught them to release it on the battlefield.

Farther away, at the end of the earth, in the endless sea of night, Odin saw warships full of the power of death rising from the depths of the sea, those ghost ships that had annihilated themselves in time, those warships rearmed by gloomy death, under the command of a powerful undead, also up the mouth of the Storm Bay.

They are here to fight with the undead, the black guns on the ships, the undead sailors who also wear black uniforms, they raise the banner of the dark blade in the darkness, let it stretch in the night wind, the appearance of this fleet, it represents that the sea has also become the black tide of battlefield death, just like flooding the land, also flooding the sea.

This army of the dead was more peculiar than any army Odin had ever seen.

It's arrogant for an army to challenge the Legion of the Immortals and their masters, but they do have the qualifications!

How many years has it been since Odin stood up from the throne and no one has challenged him?

The Guardian's first battle will move his shoulders and wrists, and he realizes that today will be a formidable challenger, and perhaps he will have to give everything in his power to defeat them!

The next moment, under Odin's gaze, before the black tide of the dark blade of the undead, 11 pale Valkyries with flapping wings descended from the sky, they spread their white wings and held high the battle banner of the dark blade, like angels who declared victory in advance!

This scene made Odin's eyes tighten, and he recognized the Valkyries, who could still recognize them even though they had accepted Tyrion's death power and rested their appearances a little!

That's the Wagri, who once rebelled with Hela! Their appearance in the Darkblade Legion does that mean that Hela has been

"Huh"

A white light flashed into the sky from the darkness answered Odin's doubts, and the sword-like light rushed into the dark sky, and then in a round of shining sword light, like a falling meteor, it slammed into the platform of the war fortress suspended in the sky, and the defensive shield of the fortress of Valagar should have been activated by the full force of this mixed death force, but no!

The golden, shielded from all attacks, was not activated, as if it had never existed, and the razor-sharp blade had left a terrible rift in the sacred antechamber, as if mocking Odin and his Legion of the Immortals.

Odin looked up, and with his own one eye, he looked at the Valkyrie who had struck into Valagar with a single sword, and the unique Valkyrie was also looking at him.

Stretching her hand, she lifted the double-edged sword stuck in the ground with ease, and she moved her pale hand and raised her left hand, her face like Odin's, and between Hela's fingers, the soul of Odin's loyal servant, the golden Vargri leader El appointed by him himself, was struggling.

The soul that had been tortured by Hela was already extremely weak, like a golden flame wafting in the wind, and with a slight pinch, the golden flame would be completely extinguished.

"Odin! Did you hear that? Al is begging you to save her! ”

Hela's shrill voice echoed through the sacred temple, full of sarcasm and disdain:

"Your puppy is begging her master for help, but will you save her? Will you abandon her mercilessly? It's like you ruined me back then! Will you leave your mercy to Al? Left to your second daughter? ”

"It's you!"

Such vicious words made Odin frown, and he strode off his throne, his one-eyed gaze at the awe-inspiring pale Valkyrie in the hall below, and the struggling golden point of light in her hand, he shouted:

"It's you! Hela! You wicked witch! ”

"Let go of El! Your hatred for me, your twisted hatred for me, has nothing to do with her! ”

"Yes!"

Hela raised her left hand and pointed her sharp double-edged sword at Odin, and under the angry gaze of countless Heroes in Valhalla, Hela said in a cold tone:

"It's not just you and me, Odin, it's about everyone in this filthy land! Every Heroic Soul is born on the pain of me and my poor sisters, and everyone here is a bystander to this tragedy, with blood on their hands, and everyone is guilty! No one is innocent."

"I'm going to ruin them! It's like you've ruined me."

"I've been waiting for tens of thousands of years to finally, this moment has finally arrived!"

Hela's cold armor tightened little by little, and in Odin's roar, the last trace of soul belonging to the golden Vagliel was ruthlessly crushed by the surging force of death, and finally turned into a flying golden light feather, shrouding the front hall where Hela stood.

"Wow"

Hela's pale wings mixed with heavy darkness spread out at this moment, and she let out a cold, eerie laugh, and as her hand danced, the dark death frost covered the hall inch by inch, and surged towards the depths of Valhalla in an all-encompassing gesture.

"Odin! The Ragnarok you dread is coming! The end of what you have resisted is coming! ”

"It's in my hands, it's today!"

Hela's voice rang out in the dark sky, adding a different kind of chill to the gloomy night, like the wings of death sweeping across the sky, like a clarion call for war.

In the earth beneath Valagar, 11 Valkyries sounded their horns from the underworld in unison, and in that low echoing voice, endless gray mist surged out of the darkness, and between those gray mist, the army of Kvadir that had been preparing for a long time roared out of the mist, as well as the cold-faced Hylagar soldiers and the dark monsters domesticated by Hela.

Like true underwater ghosts, these green ghost armies swept through the sea, bringing up cold tides and flooding the gates of the brave in front of them, and behind this hellish army, the horn of the Darkblade Legion sounded, and the guns of the Dead Sea Fleet roared, and the flaming cannonballs lit up the dark sky.

It's like a fire shining in the darkness, so that the darkness is illuminated, and it no longer seems cold, and even has a kind of noise comparable to the day.

In short, the war has begun!

And above the sky, Hela's provocation also angered Odin, the chief manager pointed the thunder spear in his hand to the ground, and he walked step by step to the rainbow bridge that shone with the light of fire in front of him, he wanted to deal with the vicious witch in front of him himself, and Odin's voice like a war drum echoed in this sacred golden hall:

"Heimdall, go to the Gate of the Brave! I'll deal with this witch! ”

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