Azeroth Trail of Light

Heimdall's voice was calm, and it sounded like he was saying something trivial.

But it feels very arrogant, especially for those warriors who are irritable and irritable. Garrosh has begun to entangle the crimson anger on his body, but he moves faster than him. , There are still many people.

"Sword of Light!"

"Just trial!"

Marcus and Maximilian made eye contact and shot at the same time from left to right! And hiding in the crowd, the unremarkable dwarf hunter Hemet II, almost immediately when the two Paladins started, he held the shotgun that was obviously modified by the master engineer behind him in his hand, and the other side The elf ranger also opened his longbow.

Not only that, the wizards almost all performed the chanting skills of imprisoning magic, and the assassins also disappeared into the shadows for the first time.

It seemed that everything was well grasped, but Dick, who was watching all of this, supported his chin with both hands, and watched the confrontation between the 25 contestants and Heimdall in a daze. He muttered to himself.

"25 vs. 5, guerrillas fight against the real team, quantity and quality. I am actually curious... In this world, what level of strength will the real team be?"

The real team?

Kael'thas heard this voice, and he looked with interest at Heimdall and his team, who were already under siege. For the Sun King, he had obviously heard of the Hall of Valor, and he was also from Dick knew that it was the real army formed by the Guardian Odin for the end of the world, and it was the most powerful team in the world.

He is also very curious, after the heroic spirit of the Hall of Valor, after compressing its strength, will it be as strong as the rumors, unshakable?

"boom!"

The sword of light rising from the ground and the energy warhammer containing scorching energy, bullets flying in the air, deadly arrows, and the stalkers surging up around him, Heimdall’s choice was...ignore!

A golden light across the sky, from the left side of the gatekeeper to the right side, almost covered the distance of 180° in front of him. The sharpness brought by the blade smashed the lightsaber and shattered the warhammer.

A strong shield appeared next to Heimdall, blocked the bullet, shot the arrow flying, accompanied by the heroic spirit holding the sword and shield stepped on it, the thunder of the earth shook, and the stalkers could not even approach it, and the next moment, a Between the ice rings, he jumped up on the surrounding ground and completely frozen the stalkers and druids to the ground.

At this moment, Heimdall drew out the Storm Sword, got up and jumped, jumped to the center of the stalkers, waved with one hand, the blade flashed, and the two unlucky stalkers flew out suddenly, Swain saw that the situation was not good. Immediately transformed from a nightsaber into an iron brown bear, his claws blocked the front, barely blocking Heimdall's huge sword slash.

The heroic spirits did not lie, they did suppress their power to the same level as everyone else, but Sven’s aftermath did not last for 1 second. Two long swords had already been thrown out from behind, one left and the other pierced her. Under the skin.

"Wow!"

The giant bear was angered by the pain. She shook her body and wanted to fight back, but when her frantic claws swept towards the heroic spirit, two golden rays of light bounced in the air, and the heroic priest waved his hand gently. The light shield appeared around Heimdall and the heroic swordsman. Under Sven's frenzied attack, the two were unharmed.

As soon as her claws fell, Heimdall took a powerful charge and hit Sven’s head head-on. In the form of a giant bear, the druid was also stunned by this blow. Behind, the double blades of the heroic swordsman were about to fall on her shoulders.

Hemet II’s shotgun roared again and used a bullet to push back the heroic swordsman, but before he could fire a second shot, a sharp cone of ice pierced his face, Marcus from Pushing the dwarf down behind him, he opened the sacred barrier and blocked the cone of ice.

But whether it was him or Hemet II, there was a cold sweat.

If he was a second slower just now, Hemet II would be out.

From the time the contestants took the initiative to attack to the end of the heroic counterattack, Baron’s pre-arranged formation was messed up in just 5 seconds. Two assassins, Gasvin was seriously injured, and Hemet II was in danger. The tempo of the entire battle has reached its extreme, and the stands also exclaimed from time to time. It is clear that they are opponents of equal strength, and oneself has an absolute advantage in numbers, but why is it so easily penetrated?

Kael'thas had a lot of brilliance in his eyes. There are no fools who can sit here. Dick is right. This is the opponent that the contestants can't beat! In terms of teamwork alone, they are almost invincible!

Of the five people, none of them made extra moves. It was as precise as a real machine. Once it started running, it was enough to crush multiple opponents. Kael'thas could hardly imagine that when they were completely restored to their original state. In terms of strength, how strong will this heroic army be?

But the counterattack of the heroic spirits was not over yet, a golden light flashed on the chaotic battlefield. Before Garrosh had time to raise his battle axe, a shield smashed towards him, and the orc warrior hurriedly backed away. The heroic spirits continued to rush forward, and Delanos was about to rush to rescue, but just after the start, the Storm Sword smashed down with infinite power, and there were troublesome ice rings and three curses that fell almost at the same time.

The heroic wizard seemed to be able to use all other types of magic, even the curse of the sorcerer, but no one thought it was unfair.

In fact, it is the biggest unfairness in itself to use 25 people against 5 opponents of equal strength.

Jorin and the wizards wanted to save the field, and by the way, they brought back the chaotic battle that had been torn apart by Heimdall’s team, but they hadn’t waited for their first spell to be thrown out, a dazzling ball. The light exploded around the wizards, completely harmless, but the holy light contained in it was accompanied by an extremely strong purification effect.

The aperture range was so large that it enveloped a small half of the battlefield. After this purification, the magic elements gathered by Yorin and the wizards were cleansed, and all spells were interrupted, even including the magic shield on their bodies. At this moment was dispelled clean!

Although Baron couldn't see with his eyes, he could perceive everything happening around him, and this scene made him stunned!

Large-scale dispel art is generally only used to disperse continuous damage magic on the battlefield. This is the first time he knows that large-scale dispel art can be used in this way... But this heroic priest, dispelling these shields is preparation...

"Oops! Protect the mage!"

As soon as Baron’s shouts came out, Heimdall and the Heroic Swordsman abandoned their goal with a sneer. The swordsman seemed to be able to use the assassin’s skills. With the flashing of the shadows, the swordsman appeared there. Behind Yolin, Heimdall's body flashed light, and he smashed everyone along the way at the same speed as a charge, and came to the Heroic Swordsman like a golden gust of wind.

Advanced warrior skills and protection!

Without the magic shield, how can the mages face a warrior and an assassin?

It's worse than a lamb! Garrosh, Delanos, and Maximilian are going to rush to save the wizards, but it is almost the first time Heimdall’s blade storm appears, a group of dark energy is in the crowd. The dense place exploded.

The howling dark green energy is like a small snake, rushing into the body of everyone around. At this moment, the emotion of fear dominates everyone's mind, and the guys around are as if they have seen the most horrible thing. He threw out in all directions, together with the wizards and sorcerers who had lost their magic shield.

Warlock Advanced Skills·Shadow Wailing·Group Fear

Due to the need to disperse the power of the shadows and let more people lose control, the duration of this skill is very short, maybe only 2-3 seconds, but it is enough. For the heroic spirit who is proficient in all warrior skills like Heimdall, 3 seconds Zhong's time is enough to start a massacre!

Fear is a skill that urges inner emotions to destroy opponents. The effect is the worst for warriors and knights who are determined professionals, but after Garrosh took the initiative to furious and relieved his fear state, he turned his head back. At that time, he saw Yolin who was completely involved in the golden blade storm, as well as the mages and others who could not dodge.

He roared and launched a charge toward Heimdall, but the next moment, the **** shield once again stood in front of him, as well as the ice leaping from the surroundings and the chain of holy light.

Garrosh has never been so aggrieved!

No matter who he faces, he gets a counterattack from at least two people, just like a beast trapped in a trap. No matter which direction he attacks, he gets a cold round up, even a fatal counterattack.

The painful cries of the mages made everyone unable to help but want to rescue them, but at this moment, a gunshot caused Heimdall's offensive to be suspended.

Hemet II’s bullet penetrated the sacred shield of the Heroic Priest for the first time. After all, it is a force of the same level. There is no situation that can block dozens of bullets. This dwarf hunter has inherited his father’s stubbornness. Look for it. He would never let go of his prey, and his stubborn temper had a miraculous effect at this time.

He fired 7 bullets at the priest in a row, all of which were specially made armor-piercing and magic-piercing bullets. By the time of the eighth round, the Heroic Priest’s spellcasting was interrupted for the first time. This was also the most precise match. There was a mistake once.

Heimdall and the shield bearer gave up the results that had fallen in their hands for the first time, and returned to the priest for help. This action was like a slap in the face, evading Baron, who was embarrassed from the attack of the heroic swordsman, from the chaos. Woke up.

He forcibly propped up the shield, and his hoarse voice spread throughout the battlefield.

"All defenders! Stop them for me! All ranged, attack me the priest! Interrupt their cooperation! Otherwise we will lose!"

"Marcus, bastard, remember your responsibility!"

The Paladin used a sword of light to push back the heroic swordsman, almost showing weakness and madly blocking the attack of the heroic swordsman. Sven dragged his badly injured body and struggled with his claws against Heimdall's slash. Lanos also hugged the shield-bearer hero's left arm with his body for the first time, standing in an ugly mess, but extremely useful.

This time difference was set aside. The ranger of Quel'Thalas kept harassing the heroic wizard's spells with the magic-breaking arrows. Although every second was frozen by the wizard’s spells, the time difference was being set aside. Great, the roar of Hemet II was mixed with the roar of the shotgun, and there was a pulsating spark on the body of the priest, as well as the blades of the assassins, and the curse that Jorin was struggling to throw.

Baron didn't care about the wound on his aching chest, staggeringly dragged the orc warrior who roared at Heimdall with both hands, grabbing his arm and cursing.

"Garrosh, I know your brother is dying! But your death will be on the road to the **** priest! Do you want to win! If you want to win, it's up to me! Attack that priest!"

Garrosh’s eyes were red, and the wound on his face cut by Heimdall still had blood, making it look hideous like an evil spirit crawling out of hell. He stared at Baron and wanted to Tear him up, but the pastor can’t see it,

"Don't forget what we are here for!"

"Only the **** roar in your hand can break through the bodies of those heroic spirits! This is our only chance!"

"So, **** bastard! Go and attack the priest for me!"

"Ahhhhhhhhhhh!"

Garrosh glanced at Yorin, who was propped up with a cane and covered in blood, turned his head, a leap of glory, fell from the sky, the battle axe wrapped in anger in his hand, that **** roar!

The hand of the warsong chief left a deep bone scratch on the body of the heroic priest! That was the first time they really hurt these heroes!

This is the first time they really see the hope of winning.

The smile on the corner of Dick's mouth spread, he leaned back on the chair comfortably, flipped his left hand, the pipe appeared in the palm of his hand, and swayed towards Kael'thas.

"In order for a real team to win, everyone must do their own thing and cannot be influenced by personal feelings, especially in the battlefield they are about to embark on. It is possible that everyone will die, but when it is time to charge, you still cannot hesitate. …Time is running out, we can’t teach too much, simply, they don’t learn slowly, do they?"