"The Darkblade invaders are coming!"

The Trusty Joe Wilder, the front-line defense general of the Hell Abyss, watched the gray fog on the battlefield dissipate, and the tall Kvadir general lifted his skull battle axe, stood on a high platform piled with countless bones, and shouted to the Kvadir dead souls behind him:

"Hold the line! Hela is watching us! Bring death to them! ”

"Roar, roar, roar!"

Joeverd's roar caused the Kvardir to let out a frantic roar, and compared to the neat appearance of the Darkblade Legion, the Kvardir was much looser, they were wearing rusty armor, carrying all sorts of messy weapons in their hands, their rotten bodies smelling of sea, and occasionally some dark green seaweed-like decorations.

These dead souls are more like the traditional necromancer images of Azeroth, pale, cold, vicious, and ferocious, and their glowing green faces will make every mortal who sees them scare them and can't sleep all night.

These guys, most of them are the souls that Hela pulled back from the graveyard of the present world, compared to the conditions for Odin's Heroic Spirit Legion to select warriors, Hela's requirements for forming the Kvadir Legion have undoubtedly dropped a lot, as long as it is a complete soul, as long as you dare to fight, whether you are a villain or a liar during your lifetime, or a pirate who does all kinds of evil, you can find a job in the abyss of hell after death.

These guys were brave and ruthless guys in life, and naturally they won't get better after death, but thanks to Hela's blessing, in the place of Hela, even if they are killed again, they will not really die, they will be reborn in the ashes under the gloomy sea breeze, this is the rule that Hela set for the Abyss of Hela, as long as Hela is still there, this resurrection will not stop.

Since you won't die, what's there to be afraid of?

With the support of this kind of thinking, even if they knew that the world-famous Darkblade Legion had invaded the Abyss of Hell from two directions, these Kvadir did not have much fear that this was their territory, and they firmly believed that even the terrifying King of the Dead, Tyrion, would flee back under their rusty axes, crying and crying for their mother!

"They're coming! I see it! ”

A Veggu sailor's wraith, who had lost his left eye and half of his face was like a skeleton, brandished his sailor's knife and shouted:

"They're right there! On the hillside! Oh, those black things, what is it? ”

"Boom"

The salvo of 30 marine guns, the roar of scorching shells, and the shaking of the earth answered the sailor's question perfectly, and the cannonballs mixed with holy silver whizzed and smashed into the dark col where Kvadir was stationed, splashing in the explosion, with a strange silver glow of fire, and burning the ignorant and fearless souls of Kvadir to the wail.

"Don't panic! Don't panic! ”

Embarrassed, the trusty General Joveld groped his way to retrieve his head from the ground, which he snapped to his spine, moved it twice, and then shouted to the others:

"That's a cannon! Don't be afraid of cowards and humans, those shells won't hurt us! ”

But as soon as the general's roar fell, the dead souls who cried for their father and mother screamed:

"Oh! Damn it! It's burning my neck! ”

"This fire cannot be extinguished! I'm going to die! Ah, it hurts! ”

"Run! Run! The Darkblade is coming to slaughter us! Run! ”

Before the infantry of the Darkblade Legion had even charged, the already imposing rabble was showing signs of collapse, and the Kvadir's will to fight was based on the rule of "not dying", and once this rule was broken by the Holy Silver Flame, the rats immediately revealed their original state.

"Hell!"

Seeing the murderous Darkblade soldiers rushing out of the gray mist with black axes and guns, the black skeletal helmets on top of the heads of those damned Darkblade Necrons made them look unstoppable, and after two volleys, those flying holy silver bullets completely destroyed Kvadir's will to fight, and they howled and rushed in all directions.

"Let's go! Fall back! ”

Seeing that the situation was out of control, General Kvadir Joeverd simply turned around and jumped on a weird uh, seahorse, well, this is the mount of the Abyss of Hades, it looks cool in color, but it can't carry the knights at all.

However, just as the general was about to evacuate, in the diffuse gray mist, a giant wolf as white as a ghost quietly jumped out of the darkness next to it, and when this evil beast pounced, its whole body was wrapped with fine pieces of dark red lightning, which was the manifestation of the diffuse power of death, its claws were sharp, and its teeth were terrifying, like a white and red mixed lightning.

In just a few seconds, the guards around Joeverd were completely torn apart by this terrifying wolf, and the terrifying beast gnawed on the pale skull while staring at Joveld with cold, blood-colored eyes, so that the general Kvadir did not dare to make the slightest movement.

"Well, Gorush, good job."

Ten seconds later, with a low sound of footsteps, carrying a mechanical axe, the heavily armed Death Lord Sarufar appeared on the battlefield that had been dispersed, he looked at the fierce wolf, he called it Gorashi, which means "ghost wolf" in orc language, and Gorashi, one of the death demigods created by Tyrion, in addition to the young demigods who made pets for children, the death lords also got their own war beasts.

Compared to the way children cultivate the juvenile demigods of death as pets, the Death Lords train these juvenile demigods very well, and each one is like a real predator, it is conceivable that when the demigods of these juvenile bodies mature, the high-end strength of the Darkblade Legion will be enhanced.

Gorash saw his master, the wolf god Godling's soul hatchling transformed from a cruel top hunter to a puppy-like posture in an instant, it circled around Sarufar, constantly chirping, and the lord of Sarufar, who was carrying a battle axe, happily fed the few high-quality souls he had just harvested to his war beast, and then rubbed its head affectionately.

Safarul raised his head and looked at Joveld, who was too frightened by Gorash to make the slightest move, he looked at General Kvadir in front of him, and he said in a cold voice without a trace of emotion:

"I ask, you answer!"

"Huh? Good! Good. ”

Joeverd was just a pirate in his lifetime, a lucky pirate, and he got into the position of general, not because of his fighting strength, in short, he was completely frightened by Sarufar and his terrifying pet, and he would only nod vigorously.

"How far is this from Hela's throne?"

"Not far, not far, just ahead, half a day and a night away!"

"Good! You lead the way! ”

"Huh? I don't dare."

"Huh?"

"Good! I'll lead the way! My lord, please come with me, there is a step ahead, be careful not to fall! ”

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"Wow"

The gray mist that scattered through the sky was blown away by the swift wind, and a black shadow flapped its wings and rushed out of the fog that obscured the view, and Rogerio, who was riding on the nightmare beast, raised his hand, and a sturdy and perfect black eagle flapped its wings and landed on his arm.

The eagle is very powerful, the feathers on its body are like sword feathers, its body is a little illusory, between the feathers, there is a trace of dark red lightning entanglement, representing this eagle, but also a juvenile body of the death demigod.

This is Roglio's war beast, the soul of the demigod Ansu, who has slightly changed its appearance to make it a scout creature similar to the harrier eagle domesticated by the rangers of Quel'Thalas, but it doesn't just scout.

"Don't eat this!"

Roglio patted his pet's head with some dissatisfaction, and the eagle obediently threw aside the skull in its beak, and it squeaked, as if reporting to its owner what it had seen, and after a while, the Lord of Death fed it a few soul stones with satisfaction, and then reported to the great lord Tyrion beside him:

"The legions of Luminus and Danas have opened the battlefield southeast of Hela's Throne and built a defensive line, and Sarufar's legions are rapidly advancing towards the throne, and the Valkyries have been monitoring the movement of the Throne and constantly coordinating the route of the frontline legions to avoid the vicious traps set by Hela."

"According to their return, Hela has entangled the most elite Hylagar Legion, which is guarding the eternal battlefield around the throne, those legions are the elite who can fight against Odin's heroic spirits, not cannon fodder destroyed by us, and the eternal battlefield is also full of Hela's power, which can further enhance the combat effectiveness of those Hylagar, so that there is the real decisive battle!"

"Well, it looks like our raid still played a role."

The Great Lord has a black runestone in his hand, he seems to be exchanging news with others, and he also has a bird standing on his shoulder, but unlike the young demigod of Roglio, this necromancer is very much like the Shadow Phoenix, the death demigod affectionately called "Ifertar" by Tyrion has entered the maturity stage like Arceus, and its combat power is no worse than that of the Death Lord.

"Bonsandy just told me that Hela is mobilizing the troops she is stationed in the present Harbor, as if trying to catch us off guard from behind."

"Oh, the Blood Mistress who is guarding the rear will definitely be pleased."

A smile flashed across Roglio's cold face:

"They won't go back in vain."

"Speaking of which"

Tyrion glanced at the flickering gray mist around him, a strange smile on his lips, and he pretended not to see the Kvardir who were hiding in the fog and preparing to carry out an assassination, as if he were indulging in chatting, and said to Roglio:

"What do little Kane say, there seems to be some small problems with the relationship between you and him, listen to my advice, Rogge, you can't be so indulgent with your son, especially if he chooses to follow a dangerous guy like Illidan Illidan will lead him astray."

"What can I do?"

General Roglio, who has always shown a serious face, was also a little helpless at this moment, and in this dangerous battlefield, he rubbed his forehead and complained to Tyrion:

"The boy is very rebellious, he thinks what I am doing is wrong, he doesn't talk to me, he doesn't write to me, he doesn't answer my magic communications, I sometimes think about bringing him back from Illidan and cleaning him up, but I told my son, when his mother was still alive, to take care of him, probably he was too well protected, anyway, let him go."

Rogge said helplessly:

"As long as he doesn't get into trouble, he can live his life as much as he wants."

"Oh, I heard that little Kane got a girlfriend over there?"

Like a bad uncle, Tyrion asked with a strange expression:

"What's that girl's name? Alailie? Or Alaire? I heard that he is also a High Elf? ”

"Alleyly the Soul Eater!"

Roglio's expression became a little odd, and he said:

"I entrusted Mavi to help me check the background of that girl, uh, it's barely a good deal, right, but that girl's personality is a little bad, well, you can see from her title, that girl is a ruthless character, and I don't know if my little Kane can uh, be careful!"

At the moment when the Death Lord's origin was reminded, a group of Kvadir who had been waiting for their opportunity roared out of the mist, brandishing their rusty weapons and rushing towards the High Lord Tyrion, who was less than 3 meters away from them.

The leader of the Kvardir is called Cobain, a cunning fellow with a cunning face and flexible eyes, and he has chosen a good target!

The entire frontline battlefield has become a mess, and in the face of the fierce offensive of the unstoppable Darkblade Legion, the 13 Kvadir Legions on the front line have been routed on the front, and it is the most dangerous place, but Cobain and his brothers can't just flee back, Hela is not merciful to deserters.

Cobain had to get some loot so he could go back to his boss, and he took his brother away from the dangerous battlefield to carry out an assassination, and at that moment, he found himself standing alone and Roglio at the back of the battlefield, looking out at the lord of the battlefield, Tyrion, a slender elf, riding behind a strange deer, looking like a boy's dress, with a flashy pet on his shoulder, no weapon in his hand, and a rookie at first glance!

And if he can appear here, it must mean that he is a big man with a bit of status, maybe he came to the battlefield to gild! Maybe he's the little white face of the big lord Tyrion's male pet or something.

This kind of target Cobain and his shameless brothers liked the most, so they planned a surprise attack, taking advantage of the fog of Hela, little by little, to move to the side of the Great Lord, and then launched a crisp raid, Coben roared, brandished his battle axe, and slashed at the Great Lord's slender neck, this boy brother didn't even react!

That's great! That's what the slaughter feels like! It's great!

Cobain almost shouted from his heart, he had been bullied by other Kvadir all the time, and he liked this feeling of bullying the weak!

"I'll protect you duck!"

However, at this moment, a strange voice suddenly sounded in his ears, it was not speaking to him, at the moment when Cobain's battle axe was only 0.05 centimeters away from the neck of the Great Lord, a golden light suddenly lit up in front of Cobain's eyes.

With a burst of light laughter belonging to the girl, Cobain's eyes went dark and he lost his senses.

A perfect decapitation raid failed.

。 Nine Heavenly God Emperors