Click"

In the mist of the night, a soft sound was heard, and the Death Lord Glokush, who had not been seen for a long time, opened the silver pocket watch in his hand and was checking the time.

It was a very retro pocket watch, in the style of a purely mechanical high-end pocket watch that was popular in human civilization more than 100 years ago, and on the other side of the dial, there was a picture that was not very clear, which looked like Glokush and his two sons enjoying a hunting time on a hillside in Nagrand.

There is no doubt that it is a memorial, a memorial that the dead also need.

And the hands of this mechanical watch, constantly beating on the black and white dial, in the eyes of Glokush, are like some invisible hand, slowly opening the prelude to this great war, right in front of his eyes, right in the place where the fog spreads. The movement of the gears in the pocket watch was a little noisy in this extremely quiet night, and the ticking sound seemed as if time, or a deeper life, was flowing freely.

"H hour, 30 minutes to go."

Grokush put away the pocket watch in his hand, he tightened the black armor on his palm, and then he held the heavy, mechanically powered warhammer with a touch of wasteland sci-fi in both hands, he moved his neck, and the heavy armor on his shoulders also made a low crashing sound, and he said to someone behind him who could not see:

"When Tyrion and I were still in the old tribe and serving Orgrim, we all knew that we were crippled, that our souls were missing a part of our soul when we crossed death, some dispensable fragments, and later, we learned that those fragments were placed here in Hela's hands."

There was a hint of heaviness in the voice of the tall orc, like a tall, shadow-covered hill chattering and whining, and his smooth head always emitted a strange glow in this gloomy darkness, which sometimes made people laugh, but a small hint, don't laugh at his bald head unless you're really tired of it.

"Those fragments, souls, emotional fragments"

Grokush stretched out his hand and swayed it in the empty air, as if to touch and hold something, and said:

"Those things, for me now, are still dispensable, I don't need them, we can live very well, in the world of death, we can still feel the freshness of death, but complete!"

The orc Deathlord stretched out his thick fingers and pointed to his heart, where there was no longer a beating heart, and he said:

"Every soul longs for wholeness! In every sleepless night, it commanded me, it pleaded with me, it chattered in my ear, the voice, it told me to get back what I had lost."

"Bang"

The monstrous mechanically powered warhammer in Glokush's hand slammed into the stone beneath his feet at this moment, and in the midst of the flying rubble, he exclaimed:

"Finally, I'm standing here! I'm here to retrieve what I've lost."

The orc Death Knight turned his head, and in a certain halo of light against his smooth scalp, he said to the figure behind him hidden in the darkness:

"What about you? Don't you want to say something at this moment? ”

"Uh, sorry, I don't have much to say."

The somewhat tired, somewhat languid voice accompanied him as he walked forward in the darkness, exposing the grim face of the Blood Lord of Sarein, who was dressed in fiery red mage robes and wielding a staff of blood and bones, and the long hair that flowed in the darkness.

Myra rubbed her forehead and said to Glokush:

"My soul is whole, I can't feel your irritability Of course, since D-Day was confirmed, Lumi has become more and more difficult to deal with day by day, I guess, her irritability probably stems from the soul's desire for wholeness."

"Of course, she is my wife and the love of my life."

The Blood Lord's hand commanded, and a touch of viscous blood-colored energy was pulled between the top of his evil Bloodbone Staff and his fingers, like blood-red cobweb lines, he looked at the viscous energy in front of him, and he whispered:

"My beloved wants to get back the fragment of her soul and make herself whole, so as a husband, I naturally have to support her! Unconditional support So, if you had to ask me what I thought, I'd say"

"Let's hurry up and get this done, I miss my gentle and considerate girlfriend, if tearing down Hela's hell will make my wife a more perfect woman, then why are we wasting our time?"

A light filled with murderous intent in Myra. The eyes of the Dawn Blade sparkled, and he said in a cold voice:

"Let's tear it down!"

"Huh!"

Grokush looked at the Blood Lord behind him with disdain, and the Orc Death Lord shrugged:

"It's not the answer I'm looking for, but"

He fastened his black horned helmet to the glowing bald head, and carried the hideous mechanical power hammer on his shoulder, and he looked at the valley in front of him, completely covered by the dark blue mist of death, and the Kvadil who rushed out of the entrance to the abyss of the underworld, the dead soul warriors of Hela, the Death Lord Urn said in a loud voice:

"Then let's tear it down!"

"Wow"

In the face of the ferocious, constantly roaring, gray seaweed, drowning like the drowning Kvardir Dead Soul soldiers, the Death Lord Glokush clenched his power hammer with both hands, beside him, the Blood Lord Myra waved his finger, and the blood moon-like blood magic shone around his body, and in the shroud of the blood-colored halo, Myra suddenly whispered:

"Oh, look at them, Lord Glokush, these guys probably thought that it was only the two of us who came here, and they and their evil masters, probably thought they were victorious, and they probably thought they were victorious, didn't they?"

"People who don't know anything about real power will always be so pathetic, but that's okay!"

The orc took a step forward, and the moment his boots landed, the entire deep darkness of the death mist, the soldiers who were hidden in the darkness opened their eyes in unison, and a star, a dark blue canopy of stars, opened in front of the eyes of the frantically charging Kvadir dead souls.

The Darkblade Soldiers of the three warbands seemed to have been awakened from their slumber, they were dressed in uniform black armor, armed with heavy third-generation axes, carrying two black iron axes behind them, heavy bullet chains wrapped around the chests of each warrior, oh yes, and the helmets that the Darkblade Legion had just issued

An all-black, smooth steel helmet with a skeletal surface that looked like a group of Black Warriors in full gear.

At the moment when Glokush waved his weapon, nearly 240,000 undead of the three warbands responded at the same time, 480,000 arms holding weapons were raised high, and in that dead silence, countless broken blade battle flags rose in the mist, and the footsteps that stepped out at the same time, like the explosion of a storm, made the entire stormfjord in the darkness tremble at this moment, between the escape of the death fog, in the silence of the death march, as if the whole world was shaken.

Above the sky, two warbands, armed with the Frost Dragons of the Saron Iron, were loaded with the bravest Darkblade Sky Knights, flapping their frost-covered wings, and under the leadership of the Bone Dragon Lord and Frost Wings Nefarian, these necromantic ultimate creatures swept from high above into the ground, freezing the air wherever they flew.

And under the shroud of the silver moonveil, a single jet of ice from the bone dragons of the two legions completely froze the entire shattered ruins of Hoswald, as if this hopelessly black ruin had been turned into a crystal palace, and together with the Kvadils who kept rushing out of the underworld, they were frozen in the dead frost, like the strange decorations of this frost palace.

"Is that it?"

Myra looked at the Kvadir infantry who had been frozen, and he said with some regret:

"It's too weak, are we going to rush in? You see, the entrance was there, and I saw a narrow passage that only allowed three people to pass through! Really scheming! ”

"Nope! There are still 25 minutes left before the general attack can be launched! ”

The orc Death Lord glanced at his pocket watch, and he said solemnly:

"A plan is a plan! We must send a warband to tear down the passage according to the plan! Let the lichs widen the rift, and in 25 minutes, I'll see a military passage zone that can accommodate at least 300 people at a time! ”

"Well, that's it, let's do it!"

"May Miss Hela not be frightened by this movement"

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While Glokush's ground forces were widening the rift between Hoswald and the abyss of Hades, in the Dead Realm, in another world, a vast fleet was advancing in that eerie black sea.

This is the complete Dead Sea Fleet, with 174 large and small warships, all of which are historical ships collected by Dai Lin one by one, from the wooden warships used by the ancient Night Elves, to the magic warships sunk into the sea by the Quel'Salas Dynasty, and the metal warships that have been launched in recent years, etc., each warship is almost fully loaded.

It is filled with soldiers from the Hellfire Warband, the elite of the Darkblade Legion, who will serve as an assault force to sneak up on the Hellpit Abyss on the battlefield of the Dead Realm.

The Dead World is a different world shrouded in the present world of Azeroth, which used to be a complete world, with a complete ecosystem, and naturally there is an ocean similar to the present world, and the explosion 10,000 years ago not only destroyed the continental distribution of the Azeroth world, but also collapsed the Dead Realm that is closely related to the present world, and the Dead World of the Abyss, Hades and Tyrion are connected by the strange Dead Sea, which is a long distance.

In this world, it is possible to launch a surprise attack on Hela's Hell Abyss from the Dead Realm itself, but the problem is that the path of the Dead Realm is full of uncertainties, sailing on the Dead Sea, without a guide and nautical charts, it is easy to get lost in this ocean, and then under the influence of strange forces, it is very likely to be thrown into another world and another Dead Realm.

Don't forget, the world of the dead, there is an exit on every planet in the stars, and no one knows what form this world, which is larger than the stars of the world, is made of, but there is no doubt that it is more complex and ancient than the stars of the world.

"Quick! Through this damn sea! We only have 1 hour left! ”

On the deck of the flagship Throne of the Seas, Deathlord Luminas, wearing a red captain's hat, wore a red captain's hat and waved his hand at the side of the ship, constantly scolding the silent necromantic sailors, pretending to be the commander of the fleet.

But in reality, there was only one man in command of the Dead Sea Fleet, and that was not Miss Luminas.

"I suggest you go to the cabin and get some rest, we'll be there soon."

Dai Lin's voice rang out behind Luminas, and the Death Lord, who was immersed in her role as a commander and had a good time, took off the red captain's hat from her head, then turned to look at Dai Lin, and gave him back the hat, she explained with some embarrassment:

"Uh, I stumbled upon this hat"

"Huh?"

Dai Lin looked at the red captain's hat in Luminas's hand, which was the status symbol of the fleet commander, which was stored in a fixed place on the battleship, and it was impossible to put it indiscriminately, but the Sea Demon King didn't say anything, he just narrowed his eyes, and pretended to be puzzled and said:

"Picked up?"

"Well, I'll admit it, I took it out of the closet."

Luminas shrugged his shoulders and said to Dareen:

"This hat is beautiful"

"Then it's for you, ma'am, this hat is very provocative, but I have to say, you fit it well."

Dai Lin seemed to be in a good mood, he stretched out his hand, signaling Luminas not to feel embarrassed by this, and the Lady of Death, who had received the gift, also happily buttoned the really beautiful captain's hat on her head, she made a few gestures that were commonly used by captains, and then looked back at the Sea Demon King, she had never seen Dai Lin like this.

The sea lord stood on the side of the ship, straightening his waist like a flag, like those old-fashioned old gentlemen who were still alive in the previous era, and he looked at the Dead Sea shrouded in gray mist in front of him, the sea without waves and storms, and his eyes, which had always seemed very indifferent, shone with a bright light:

"The seas of Azeroth have no secrets to me, but you see, there is a strange sea in this world that I can explore, and what could be better for a captain, for the king of the sea?"

"Maybe."

Luminas reached out and flicked the captain's hat above her head, and she turned her head to look out into the distance, the New World that loomed in the gray mist, the destination marked by the charts provided by Bonsandy, and Hela's Hell's Abyss, the location of the Dead Realm.

It will be the battlefield of today!

The battlefield of the Grim Reaper!

"Get ready, Lord Luminas!"

With his hands behind his back, he turned and walked to the cabin, and he said:

"Soon, it's time for you to play"

The Death Lord nodded, she stroked her Death Sword, and she whispered:

"Of course, land is our battlefield, and I will not live up to Tyrion's trust, but I have a small question, Lord Dai Lin, I am participating in this battle for the integrity of my soul, what about you? You don't actually have to participate in this war, after all, your soul is complete. ”

"Oh, this one."

Dai Lin touched his perfectly trimmed beard, and he said casually:

"I heard that Hella has a keel battleship called Nagfar, maybe"

"It qualifies as my newest collection"