As long as there is a first time for anything, the subsequent progress will not be so bad.
In fact, fighting is the same. There is no hope. No matter how passionate and brave Warrior is, he will remain silent because of Despair. Silence will give rise to thoughts that should not be had.
After the first scar appeared, the entire chaotic battlefield was like a haze pierced by the sun, and everyone involuntarily ran towards the hope that symbolized victory.
The noisy sharp blades, the smoke of gunfire, and the hum of arrows as they leave their strings. At this moment, the whole world became a real battlefield, and the flying murderous aura was as sharp as a knife, and it hurt people's skin.
Battle Shout of Spirit, the trauma of sword collision, Warrior of being repelled and knocked down, although there was no blood, it was even more cruel.
The contestants paid the price of 7 people withdrawing. Under the obstruction of Heimdall and other Spirit, Spirit Priest was sent off the battlefield, and then Spirit Mage, Spirit Swordsman, the shield holders, this war has gone on for the 17th minute, there are only 4 people left on the field, and Heimdall is still attacking fiercely with the sword.
Even with the same level of strength, Spirit, who does not tire, is an absolutely formidable opponent.
"Bang"
War Axe of Garrosh and Storm Greatsword of Heimdall collided together. At the moment when the weapons hit, the dust on the ground rose up under the momentum of the impact. The feet of both sides were stained red with blood. Farther away, Hemet II, who had broken a leg, simply lay on the ground. The barrel of the Rifle gun in his hand was red and hot, and the surrounding air was also distorted by heat.
A good Hunter shouldn't treat his weapons so roughly, but now is no longer the time to think about that.
Facing the 4-meter-tall Spirit, Orcs Warrior looked like a child, but he gritted his teeth and was unwilling to back down from the struggle. His body was covered with wounds, and golden light danced on his body. Move, look at those bleeding scars on Healing, and there are marks on Heimdall's hard body. I really want to believe that these are the marks left by Mortal on him.
"The will is commendable!"
A glint flashed in Heimdall Helm's lower eyes. Faced with his first words of appreciation, Garrosh had no reaction. He used both legs to push Longsword, which was originally pressed against his neck, away from him inch by inch, like a Champion who was slowly lifting a mountain.
But Spirit sneered, and Longsword in his hand suddenly retracted, losing his focus. Although Garrosh immediately began to gather strength, his body still couldn't help but threw forward, Heimdall He turned around deftly and kicked away Dranosh, who was rushing from the side. Then he used his feet hard and Impact Crater appeared on the ground again. Like a predatory beast, he pounced on the last healer Baron from the sky.
Priest stood at the edge of the hall, not that he was afraid. After realizing how difficult Heimdall was, Priest knew that he had to stay away from the center of the battle in order not to cause more trouble to the two Orcs who were fighting fiercely.
At this time, the Holy Power in his body was almost exhausted. In the last period of time, he was almost alone in supporting the progress of the battle. In order to cope with Heimdall's surprise attack on Baron, at least three contestants left the field, but now, no one can protect him.
Facing Heimdall, Baron's reaction was very... unique. He did not use Holy Power to protect himself, nor did he use the last Holy Power to attack. Instead, he held Ivory Staff in one hand and opened his other hand towards Heimdall in the air.
The golden chain-like light jumped in the palm of his hand. The next moment, it disappeared into the air. When it reappeared, it had accurately landed on Heimdall's body.
Gatekeeper's body Golden Rage was completely eliminated at this moment like snow that encountered the sun.
Priest High-level skills·Dispel Magic.
This skill is useless! Because with the activation speed of Heimdall and Rage, even if it is dispelled, the body will be re-wrapped again in less than a second, but at the very second when this magic takes effect.
"Bang!"
The last bullet of Hemet II flew out of the gun barrel. Everyone on the viewing platform held their breath at this moment. This was probably the last chance for the contestants!
As long as that bullet hits the fatal part of Heimdall, or even wounds... there is hope!
But the bullet did not hit Heimdall's forehead or heart as people expected, and it didn't even hit his body. It was like Hunter, who never showed mercy, missed for the first time.
There was a sigh in the entire hall, but the next moment, Dick and the rulers watching the battle stood up and applauded collectively as if they had made an appointment.
At the same time, Storm Greatsword of Heimdall was also attached to Baron's neck. Golden Rage kept beating on the blade, but it could not be cut down yet.
"Ugh... a wonderful blow!"
Spirit Gatekeeper took back Longsword and leaned on it in front of him. On his belt, half of the belt that was broken by bullets hung low. Behind him, Garrosh used Gorehowl to support his body and built the Golden Horn from the ground, and then raised it high.
Hemet II's blow was not a miss. This good Hunter never forgot his mission. He always aimed at the horn hanging on Heimdall's waist.
It was a gamble, and luckily, they won.
"Roar!"
The entire hall burst into unparalleled cheers. Garrosh and Dranosh ran to Hemet II, who was leaning on the worn-out Rifle, and lifted him high. At this moment, racial boundaries and past hatred were completely forgotten. Although it might only be a moment, this was enough for this hard-won victory.
Baron held Golden Horn in both hands and handed it to Heimdall. Gatekeeper looked at the horn in his hand and shook his head.
"This is your trophy, take it, it will bring you eternal glory and undefeated will! Halls of Valor, there is your place!"
After saying that, Gatekeeper raised his left hand and waved towards Dick. The golden door of light fell from the sky, just like it did when it appeared. After the light faded away, Heimdall and those few The defeated Spirit disappeared into the center of the hall, and other exiting contestants also walked in from Great Door at this moment. There were bloodstains on their faces, and some of them twitched with expressions of pain.
But they still stood there Pride, receiving cheers from the whole world.
After really seeing Valarjar's Combat Strength, no one thought that this victory was a fluke. This was definitely a more thrilling and exciting battle than the first Great War of the Dragons. No one doubted this.
The entry of Spirit from Valarjar gave this competition a mythical phantom. The more so, the more difficult it is to forget and ignore.
At this time, Mortal defeated "Deity" for the first time, even if it was just a game...
"Unbelievable!"
Tirion Fordring stood up from the chair. He looked at the contestants below with joy, "It's unbelievable! Frankly speaking, at the beginning of this battle, I thought you were destined to lose, but you turned the battle around. When there were only four people left, I thought it was an honor for you to lose. After all, your opponent was not Mortal, but it's unbelievable that you finally snatched a victory from Deity."
"I take back my previous judgment, you... are worthy of Azeroth's strongest young man..."
"Bang!"
Before Tirion Fordring could finish his words, a loud noise interrupted his speech, and then the entire Longmian Hall began to shake, as if it was hit head-on by some kind of giant battering ram. Dragons arranged The surrounding protection Light Screen took the initiative to rise, but the next moment, black, jaw-dropping, and horrifying black cracks were constantly Spread on the colorful Light Screen.
"Bang!"
There was another loud noise, and then there was the sound of glass breaking, followed by several wailing sounds that echoed through the sky, like the whimpering of some kind of creature before its throat was cut.
Red Dragon Queen's face changed, and she stood up suddenly. Behind her, the Dragons who came to watch the battle were also preparing to take off. But the next moment, a third loud noise came from above everyone's heads. She suddenly looked up, and saw two Dragons falling from the sky. Along with the completely destroyed top platform, they were hit by the bombardment of broken stones. In the hall of Wyrmrest Temple, there were two Red Dragon, but at this time, their mighty bodies were covered with wounds. Life Energy quickly escaped from their bodies. The light of Despair solidified in their eyes, and the black and cold power wrapped around their bodies, making them unable to even utter a cry.
They're... dying.
"Bone Dragon! Undead is coming!"
The sound of Mograine rose into the sky accompanied by the thick Holy Light, but the moment it approached the top floor, it was blocked by a Ice Blue-colored Light Screen, and finally dissipated invisible.
A piece of brick fell from the top floor of the temple. Dick raised his head and saw the heavily covered Frost The Storm wrapped, Gray, giant Bone Dragon head was far bigger than any Bone Dragon he had ever seen. Just a head was bigger than a house. The Red Light shining in the black eyes was frightening.
But what makes people feel a chill from the bottom of their hearts is the figure standing next to the bones, the king of the dead wearing heavy Ice Blue colored Skeleton Battle Robe, holding Runeblade, the guy who makes the whole Azeroth surge with a wave of fear.
He carries the Ice Blue colored Helm of Domination, the cold wind and falling snow are flying behind him, death is his name, and coldness is his voice.
The whirling snowflakes fell from the sky and landed on the blade of his sword. The next moment, a Ice Blue-colored flame ignited on the sword. Everyone's breathing seemed to be stagnant at this moment, because substantial fear was wrapped around everyone's body.
Outside Dragonblight, In that vast white wilderness, the closed Great Door slowly opened amidst the crazy Blizzard, and countless red rays of light came from the opened Wrathgate·Angrathar spurted out, and the terrifying Black Knight rode in the lifeless Skeletal Warhorse, and the weapons of the Cursed streaked across the sky.
The cold Evil and Lich floated in the sky. Their soulless eyes swept over the ice and snow Wasteland in front of them, breathing out the darkness.
The Frost Wyrm that covered the sky crossed the sky of Angrathar, and substantial distorted screams spread behind them. There were also those densely packed Gargoyle that made people feel dizzy at a glance, like black spots before the end of the world, filling the entire sky of Wasteland.
Bone Behemoths is pushing Scourge War Machine, and every bombardment will spread death and the Cursed to the Alliance Forces front that hastily responded. The destructive light of more than a dozen Skyborne Cities swept across the headspace of Fordragon Hold and Warsong Hold.
Death is laughing, fear is dancing, everything Desolation is about to come, that is the bell of the destruction of the world.
Undead Scourge, all came out, all because of the dark will in front of them.
Arthas, Lich King!