Armani, who was standing with his hands in the storm of blades, suddenly shook his head and said lightly:

"It's a pity!"

I don't know what he said, it's a pity, whether it's a sword master or what. In the eyes of the Sword Master, Armani's right hand, which had been carrying behind him, slowly raised it, pointed at him, and softly spat out a word:

"Broken~"

The Sword Master suddenly felt as if an inexplicable and irresistible force shot out from Armani's fingertips pointing at him, and instantly merged into the storm of blades.

In everyone's surprised eyes, the irresistible storm of blades actually began to collapse, and the power of the storm was also rapidly weakening, revealing the Juggernaut, Armani, and Roy inside.

Originally, those who watched the battle did not see Armani enter the sword storm, but when the storm dissipated, they were surprised to see a stranger appear inside. But when they saw the man's face clearly. The gods of the Hell Realm bowed their heads respectfully, and the gods of the Heavenly Realm, although they were very unhappy with him, did not feel disrespectful.

Compared to the gods of the Heavenly Realm and the Hell Realm, the high-ranking members of the Aboriginal Alliance were a little bitter. They also knew that the person who suddenly appeared was the strongest of the gods in the Hell Realm, the only one of the highest gods. At that time, when this Armani first appeared on the Ruotun Continent, he just used his momentum to suppress his own gods and couldn't raise their heads. However, to their surprise, the superior god had never intervened against them, which made them a little uneasy while rejoicing.

Juggernaut was suspended in mid-air, looking at Armani below with a stunned face. He knew that this Armani was powerful, but he didn't expect it to be so strong, and he broke his strongest skill with just one sentence.

Just as the Sword Master was stunned, a sudden burst of energy far beyond his imagination erupted in front of him. Caught off guard, the huge energy directly hit him.

"Poof~"

In everyone's surprised eyes, the Sword Master suddenly opened his mouth to highlight a mouthful of blood and threw it out, falling to the ground without knowing whether he was alive or dead.

Dealing with the Juggernaut, Armani turned to look at Walton City, which was protected by a shield. When Armani turned his gaze, the gods standing on the city wall suddenly felt a chill all over their bodies, like little mice targeted by poisonous snakes.

"Now it's your turn to be mice, do you think you'll be fine by hiding in this fragile shell?"

Armani whispered disdainfully, but to everyone's horror, the sound sounded in their ears as if it sounded in their ears, hitting their ear drums.

As he spoke, Armani's right index finger pointed at the faint shield, and the palpitating energy condensed on his fingertips.

"Wrath of the Wraith!"

A blood-red light shot out from his fingertips, and suddenly turned into a huge wraith head in midair. The wraith's head let out a terrifying roar that shook everyone's figures.

Feeling the power of this resentful spirit, all the magicians had bruises on their foreheads, holding the magic core in one hand and desperately injecting the absorbed magic power into the magic array with the other.

"Demon Transformation!"

Suddenly, an evil roar erupted from the battlefield, and the dark clouds in the sky that had dispersed due to the disappearance of the blade storm gathered again to form a huge demon head. Armani looked at the demon in mid-air with some strange feeling, the demon's horns that lingered in a dark aura, the eyes wrapped in red cloth revealed a faint red light, and a pair of demon wings flapped slightly. Whether it is the evil runes that fill the whole body or the bloody aura revealed on the body, it can show that this guy suspended in mid-air is a real demon.

However, Armani knew that this demon had been a race similar to elves before, which made him a little surprised.

After Illidan turned into a demon, a dodge appeared in front of the head of the wraith, and his arms kept waving, and powerful energy attacked the wraith.

Seeing Illidan's movements, Giarmani was stunned for a moment, then shook his head. In his opinion, this Illidan act was tantamount to seeking death. With his strength as a mid-rank god, wanting to forcibly accept his attack close to the peak of the upper god was tantamount to wishful thinking.

As Armani expected, although the head of the wraith had become a little smaller due to Illidan's attack, it was still powerful and slammed directly into his body.

Illidan's arms tightly supported the wraith's head, and the endless power of the wraith frantically poured into his body, eroding his **. The soul-tearing pain tormented him, making him let out a permeating roar.

Seeing Illidan in such a miserable situation, the other three Night Elf heroes who were with him couldn't help but sit still a little and wanted to rush up to Illidan. Although they didn't understand the Demon Hunter before, after this time together, they knew that they had misunderstood the Demon Hunter, and they still valued Illidan as a kindred.

The three of them were just about to go up, but they were stopped. Looking at the minotaur chief with a bull's head and the king of the hill in armor, the three of them couldn't help but roar with some anger:

"Get out of the way, you cowards, we don't care if you want to shrink into this turtle shell, but our people are suffering right now, and we have to save him!"

Scolded by the three of them for a while, the Minotaur Chief and the King of the Hill were not annoyed, but smiled and said:

We're going with you! ”

"And me!" ???

Seeing that all the Warcraft heroes had come forward, the three of them knew that they had been wrong, and they couldn't help but bend down slightly and apologize to them with the highest etiquette of the Night Elves, saying:

"I'm sorry, but we blamed you!"

"It's fine."

The Shadowhunter was about to pat them on the shoulder, but the defense line was not suitable, but his hand was already stretched out, and it was a little embarrassing to withdraw it, so he patted the Minotaur chief on the shoulder directly and said:

"We come from the same place, so we should unite and show the spirit of our Warcraft heroes!"

Although the Shadow Hunter said it passionately, his seemingly extremely abstract appearance did not show any momentum, but the people around him knew what he meant, and their eyes flashed with emotion.

"Then let them know how powerful our Warcraft heroes are!"

These Warcraft heroes let out a roar of rage, and then collectively rushed out of the shield under the somewhat stunned eyes of the aboriginal gods.

"Meteor shower!"

"The gods descend to earth!"

"Phoenix!"

"Tranquility!"

"Vengeful Celestials!" ???

"Voodoo!" ???

"Fire and Earth Storm!"

I saw the skills of various colors flying in the field, forming a splendid picture. They either used skills or normal attacks, frantically attacking the wraith's head, and in less than a moment they crushed the wraith's head and rescued Illidan who was already dying. Uther then used the divine light to heal Illidan, and after several healing skills were released, Illidan had recovered most of his strength.

After rescuing Illidan, they turned their attention to the nearby Juggernaut and Armani, who was suspended in mid-air and looked at them with disdain. The gods of the heavenly and hell realms saw the bull head and rushed out and prepared to go up and surround them, but were stopped by Armani.

"Kill!"

The hero of the main battle rushed towards Armani, surrounded him, and continued to deliver his skills. Support heroes save Juggernaut and let Shadowhunter heal. After a few healing waves went down, Juggernaut also regained most of his strength, and after thanking the heroes who saved him, he directly joined the warband to besiege Armani.

Giorgio Armani took the attack of the heroes with a relaxed face, and from time to time he also shot and injured a few heroes, if it weren't for the nurse who specialized in the treatment, I am afraid that he would be seriously injured if he did not die.

In the blink of an eye, two or three minutes have passed, and the Warcraft heroes have surrounded Armani and continuously attacked, but they did not cause any damage to the opponent, and almost damaged the minotaur chieftain, but fortunately, the paladin made a move to block the opponent's attack. But even so, the Minotaur chief was still not lightly injured, and most of his combat strength was lost.

As for the Shadow Hunter's voodoo, in front of the initial control of the upper gods of the law, the effect of this voodoo is not very good.

"Armani, you are really going back more and more, and you are actually surrounded and beaten by a bunch of ants!"

At this moment, a somewhat flirtatious voice sounded from the side, and when they heard this, the gods of the hell realm turned their heads and glared at the person who spoke. When he saw the appearance of this person, the scolding that had reached his mouth immediately retracted into his mouth, and he looked at the person who spoke with some fear.

This man is extremely ordinary-looking, and the only thing that people can remember is his long blond hair. However, it is such an extremely ordinary-looking person that makes the unruly gods of hell extremely jealous, he is the strongest person sent by the Heavenly Realm this time, the god of mad war, the second subordinate god of war.

"Heba Zhan, if you're bored, you can come and play together!"

Giarmani punched the King of the Hill with a punch, then waved his hand to scatter the magic of the ** master, and shouted loudly with a relaxed smile on his face.

Hearing Armani's words, Ba Zhan didn't say anything, and directly raised his fist and rushed towards the Warcraft hero, not even bothering to take out his weapon.

Heba Zhan is worthy of being the god of war, extremely powerful, and good at close combat. Everywhere he went, all the Warcraft heroes were knocked away and fell to the ground for a long time and couldn't get up. As for the few Warcraft heroes who were in charge of healing, they had already been injured by him first, and they were too busy to take care of themselves.

In less than a moment, all twenty Warcraft heroes lay on the ground. But Armani and Ba Zhan were not injured at all, standing there looking down on the Warcraft heroes with disdain.

Seeing that the powerful Warcraft hero was defeated in an instant, the faces of the gods in Walton City couldn't help but be a little ugly. They who have fought with these Warcraft heroes naturally know the strength of these Warcraft heroes, and they don't think they have the ability to defeat these twenty Warcraft heroes.

But now these Warcraft heroes were easily knocked down by the two gods, which made them feel fearful in their hearts.

Looking at Walton City from a distance, Ba Zhan's face showed a thick look of disdain, and said:

"I thought I was so heroic to be able to withstand the attacks of my men for so long, but I didn't expect them to be some pustules as cowardly as rats???"

The sound of the battle was loud, and it was worn all the way to the city of Walton. Hearing his words, the fearful gods couldn't help but feel a little ashamed. However, there are still some people who don't think so, thinking that it doesn't matter.

"Are you coming or am I coming?"

Giorgio Armani turned to look at the overlord and whispered.

"Come on, man, I'll come, woman!"

Ba Zhan smiled lightly and said, hearing this, even Armani, who had been dealing with this guy for countless years, rolled his eyes and was a little speechless.

Seeing Armani's expression, Ba Zhan smiled even more happily. But when he saw Armani's face darkening, he couldn't help but laugh. He also knew the Armani as a man, and the angry Armani did not even want him to see. He put away his smile and said solemnly:

"Let's do it together!"

Seeing that the hegemonic battle had become serious, Armani's face recovered a little, and he nodded lightly.

"The grudge of a thousand ghosts!"

"Crazy Slash!"

The two suddenly appeared next to the shield, and Armani pressed his hands to the shield, endless resentment popping out from between his hands.

"Hum~"

Only a dull beep was heard from the shield, and the newly recovered shield trembled violently, and it was about to collapse at any moment.

Immediately after, a long knife tens of meters long formed by divine power stretched out from the right hand of the overlord and slashed fiercely at the violently shaking protective shield.

"Boom~"

A crack hundreds of meters long instantly appeared where the long knife touched, and it expanded rapidly. In the triumphant laughter of the heteron, the protective shield that enveloped the entire Walton City shattered and disappeared into the air as a little starlight.

"Poof~"

"Ah~"???

When the protective shield was shattered, in the control center of the urban protection system in the center of Walton City, the magicians standing on the magic array vomited blood and fell to the ground, letting out bursts of screams. At the same time, the magic array on the ground also exploded in an instant, producing a powerful elemental riot, which made those magicians extremely painful.

Looking at the shield that had been completely shattered, Ba Zhan and Armani did not continue to attack, but ordered to those gods of the Heavenly Realm and the Hell Realm:

"Slaughter everyone in the city!"

After saying that, the two of them disappeared in one flash, leaving only the aboriginal gods who were a little frightened by the shattering of the shield, and the gods of the heavenly and hell realms who were ready to massacre.

"Kill!"

With a shout of killing, the gods of the Hell Realm and the Heavenly Realm rushed towards the already undefended Walton City. And the gods on the city wall were also awakened by this shouting of killing, and hurriedly organized personnel to block it.

The reason why those soldiers who have not become gods dare to use the city defense machinery to attack those gods is because of the supposedly unbreakable protective shield. This shield could not help but protect Walton City, and it was also a protective shield in their hearts. Now that the shield is broken, so is their guts.

The soldiers who had lost their courage were so frightened that they collapsed to the ground, looking at the approaching enemy with desperate faces.

Although the gods of the aborigines had the intention to get these ordinary soldiers back up and continue to fight, the soldiers whose hearts had been eroded by despair had become complete decorations.

Without the restraint of the city's defense machinery, the gods quickly rushed to the front of the city walls, and the aboriginal gods had no choice but to intervene. But in the case that the quality and quantity were far inferior to the other side, the aboriginal gods were directly suppressed and fought back. (To be continued.) )