"Boom"

In the Storm Fjord under the dark night, a group of Vicuts, led by the elders, were standing on the hillside outside their village.

These Vicu people have men and women, and some hold babies who keep crying. This is a small clan located in the center of the Storm Fjord. They live in the mountains. They stand outside their villages and can clearly see the sky of the night. In the myth, the war ignited on the golden fortress Varagal where the great god Odin lives.

The shining lightning and flames illuminated the sky, as if the entire sky was burning.

This scene scared everyone, and even the bravest warriors and wisest elders in the village were pale in the light that burned endlessly in the sky.

A terrible rumor was whispered among the people behind the elder.

That was the news from the ruins of Scoud Aiheer, the high tower of black steel standing there.

"The dusk of Ragnarok prophesied by God Odin is here!"

"All gods, the brave Hemdal, the wise Al, the rebellious Helya, and even the great god Odin himself will fall in this disaster."

"It is said that only those who sincerely kneel down to worship the new god can continue to live!"

"Don't talk nonsense! There is no new god at all. After the dusk of Ragnarok, all the believers of the great god Odin will become unbelievers, and we will lose everything."

The very brave but slightly ignorant villagers lowered their voices and said something that made the children feel scared. The always majestic elder should have stood up at this time and tied up the guys who dared to spread rumors and beat them with a whip. But at this time, the elder was not in that mood because he himself was also very worried. The wise old man stood by his granddaughter, holding his granddaughter's hand tightly. He didn't know what kind of fate would be to welcome the entire Storm Fjord Weiku people after tonight.

The young Viku girl was holding a big book in her hand, which was made of exquisite animal skins and precious paper. It was an item that only the most knowledgeable wise man in the entire small tribe can own and a symbol of her grandfather's identity.

Oh, by the way, this book is called "Book of Kane", the little girl's grandfather, the elder of this small clan is called Kane, and the little girl is called Lea.

"Grandpa, will God Odin die?"

The little girl looked at the night sky burned by the flames. In the flames, she could vaguely see the burning Valagal. It was the place where the great god Odin lived. In the legend of the Vicu people, Odin was supreme and the most powerful god in the world. But his home was burned, which made the little girl a little scared. She whispered to her most admired grandpa:

“Will we lose our God?”

"No, Leah."

Elder Kane didn't know how to answer his granddaughter's question, so he could only stroke his granddaughter's hair and comfort her:

"The great god Odin will not die. He will protect all the Vicu people forever. He will wait. What is that?"

In the elder's exclamation, the bravest soldiers around him raised their heads and saw a burning flame, like a meteorite, falling into a valley not far from them.

"It seems like there is someone in there!"

A warrior carrying a battle axe and a ox-horned helmet shouted:

"I read that right! That's a person!"

"Grandpa, grandpa, that's the person who fell from the paradise of God Odin!"

The little girl Lea hugged her grandfather's book tightly, and she shouted:

"Is that the fallen Valkyrie?"

"Whatever that is!"

The elder looked back at Valagal, who was burning, and an invisible fear strangled his mind. He directed the soldiers and villagers around him to the valley where the flames fell:

"That must represent some will of God Odin! Go and find him!"

—

Valagal is burning!

The energy of the Titan supporting the fortress floating in the sky was cut off and the consequence of forcing the energy core was that most of the energy terminals of the fortress were overloaded. The backlash of energy triggered flames and strong shocks. What's more, with the rapid loss of the original energy of the fortress, this war fortress floating in the sky had already shown signs of falling.

Although neither falling nor burning will destroy the main structure of this fortress, it comes from the Titan City of Auduel, after all, and it is not that fragile.

"Bang, bang"

In the powerful magic shock caused by the 13 Blood Lords of Syndra casting spells at the same time, the Supreme Gate standing on the large platform on the west side of Varagal, a complex device specially used to transform heroic spirits, was forcibly torn off the main structure of Varagal by the arrogant magic.

The huge, golden, supreme gate full of futuristic science fiction style was moved bit by bit from the original bracket. From a distance, it looked like a golden steel tower collapsed.

A little further away, Prince Farodis used his huge magic power and delicate manipulation of the power of death to continuously expand the world rifts leading to the death world. Of course, this process cannot be separated from the help of the little ghost Yuna who was jumping on the platform at this time.

The huge forced demolition project in front of her made Yuna, who likes big scenes and noisy, very happy. She took advantage of the fact that no one cared about her and wandered around the Yingling platform, and occasionally put some weird things in her pockets as her collection.

Under the platform, the Great Lich Anastarien and Elsa and the Blue Moon Lich Lady, stood on the golden stairs, blocking those who rushed over from other parts of the fortress like crazy, trying to stop them from destroying the Supreme Gate.

Because the holy arsenal that stores the steel body is locked, these heroes rushed into the battlefield in the most basic posture. The heroes lingering with golden light may be able to easily resist mortal warriors or attack some monsters, but such a primary posture will definitely not be able to stop the two lichs from joining forces to do things.

Of course, time is tight, and neither of the two lichs are bloodthirsty, so they do not have much difficulty in making it difficult for these heroes to fight to the death of the Jedi. They just use the ubiquitous cold magic and shadow of death to lock these heroes in place, or send them to other places in the fortress.

Anyway, even if you fall, these heroic spirits will not die, and they will become the best test items for the Dark Blade to study the transformation ritual of heroic spirits!

"Even though I have been in it for so long, I still don't quite understand the style of your great lord."

Lich lady Elsa Blue Moon, this upper elf magician who was more than 10,000 years ago, easily threw out the magic that frozen everything while pushing the glasses on her nose. She looked at Anastarien and said softly:

"After my calculations, facing the believers of the demons and the ancient gods, and other enemies you will face in the future, there is no connection with the present civilization in the world. In other words, the greatest victory that the Great Lord expected would not rely on the existence of those mortals. They are of no use to you, but rather like an unstable factor."

"If you really want to win so much, maybe you should eliminate all living people and control the world by death, which is easier."

"No, it's not like that. Ms. Lan Yue, you have a little deviation in your understanding of the Great Lord's thinking. Let me explain to you why we act like this."

The great lich waved the wand in his hand, and a magic arrow containing both burning flames and cold frost sprayed out from the top of his wand, freezing the two heroic warriors who were pounced on him in the air. Then he watched them fall to the ground, and then he said slowly:

"Authentic, when fighting the supernatural powers, the flesh-and-blooded mortals appear very weak and seem useless. However, the free will and inexhaustible courage they possess will always make some of them stand up and lead other panicked compatriots. Every second they resist the enemy's firepower is consumed and weakened their power. You can say that the lives of ordinary people are worthless, but they can exchange them for more."

"More importantly, compared to the undead who only executes commands, living mortals have the ability to think independently. They will use some unique but effective methods to complete things that even millions of undead cannot do. We generally call it "miracle."

"And miracles and sacrifices are the meaning of their existence and the meaning of our protection."

Speaking of this, the Great Lich reached out and took off his monocle glasses with some regrets. He missed it a little:

"The responsibility and destiny of the undead are to bravely go to the battlefield and never retreat in the face of countless enemies. As for those living, the most insignificant sacrifices they make will be recorded and will be added to our final victory."

"Their proactive protection of the world and all they cherish will speed up the coming of that moment - and the great moment that will come: the moment when this world finally survives the terrifying war, the world will be redeemed by the indomitable and counterattack of all life."

"At this point, the short and brilliant existence of all people will eventually become an eternal hymn"

Faced with the explanation of the Great Lich, Ms. Elsa Blue Moon Lich was a little confused. After a few seconds of thinking, she threw out the last ice bead and completely sealed the heroic spirits in front of her who were trying to resist between the ice and frost. She said:

"To be honest, I still don't understand. I still can't understand why flesh and blood mortals are so important in your eyes! Even if you don't hesitate to destroy such powerful and potential allies, you must avoid them falling into the possible future barbarism and war. Free will and advanced civilizations are difficult to help them survive in the end, but the barbarity of nature and patience of pain will make them better warriors."

"Well, it seems you tend to be Odin's mind."

The great lich looked back with regret and looked at the supreme gate that had been sent into the death realm. The moment this huge building left the Fortress of Valagal, the fortress that was about to fall completely lost its balance. With a loud bang, Valagal, the sacred temple, fell little by little to the earth below.

Amid the roar of falling, Anastarien, the Sun Chaser reached out and opened a portal. He made a "please" gesture to the Lich lady beside him:

"But seriously, you don't need to think about this, if you can't understand it all, then treat it as a rule of running the Dark Blade Legion"

"The Great Lord wanted us to do this, so we did this. He told us to maintain the order of civilization, so the Dan Blade became the dark protector of the Azeroth order. Do you understand? That's enough!"

—

"Elder, we have found the falling object!"

In the valley late at night, in the shouts of the Vicut warriors, Elder Kane walked quickly to the edge of the crater that was still emitting a scorching smell under the escort of the warriors.

The old elder stood beside the torn crack of the earth. He looked down and saw many metal fragments in the opened soil. They were silver fragments, which looked like the wreckage of some kind of gorgeous armor disintegrated. He stroked the fragments that were still emitting temperature, and then directed the bravest soldiers to lift the "falling object" burned by the scorching flames all over his body out of the crack.

That's a man!

A tall man, his body was covered with terrifying black scars, and bright red blood was spreading all over his body. His clothes were completely broken under the hot heat and the blow of some force, but he should be a special person.

Because he is still alive!

It is hard to imagine that he fell from the sky to the earth. Under such a terrible impact, he was not divided and had a faint breath, which was definitely not something that ordinary people could do.

"Give me your water bag!"

The elder shouted to the Veku warrior beside him, and soon, a water bag filled with liquor was handed to the elder. Kane carefully poured the cold liquor into the mouth of the unconscious man. With a violent cough, the man who fell from the sky opened his eyes.

It was a pair of blue eyes, like the sea and like the sky.

And just as the fallener opened his eyes, a loud roar came from the sky higher than the sky, causing everyone to subconsciously raise their heads and look at the sky. In the dark night, the burning sky fortress Varagal passed a gorgeous trajectory in the air, just like the most terrifying scene of Ragnarok in the legend, which represents the symbol of the existence of the Vikhu gods, falling from the sky.

"Oh my God, my God."

The bravest warriors of the Vicu people knelt on the ground in fear at this moment, and the knowledgeable elder Kane clenched his fists tightly. He half-kneeled on the ground and said incoherently:

"Odin is above! Gods are above! Please protect us! Please!"

"Where is that?"

A hoarse voice sounded behind Elder Kane. The man who was rescued by them swayed to Elder Kane while drinking strong wine. A hint of doubt was shining in his blue eyes. He pointed to Valagal, who was sliding down the sky quickly, and asked in a sip of the ancient grammatical Vicu people's language:

“Why is it burning?”

"Don't you remember?"

Elder Kane looked at the man next to him who fell from the sky, and said in a hoarse voice:

"That's where you fell, that's Valagal, that's the high-level paradise in all the Vicu people's myths! And now, it's falling down Ragnarok's dusk"

"Advanced Paradise?"

The man scratched his blood-stained bald head. He looked like a fool who knew nothing, but just as he raised his head again and looked at the surging golden flames in the sky across the night sky, some sudden scattered scenes poured into his mind. The endless pain made him roar with his head like a wild beast. Several Veku warriors could not suppress the man.

"Ah!!!"

"Ah, I saw it! I saw it!"

“It’s all my fault for heaven to fall into the sea of ​​fire”
Chapter completed!