"There!"

Muladin, wearing a full set of armor, stood on the top of a black steam tank poured into the head of a goat. As the snowflakes fell, he pointed to the palace on the far side of the snow flowing plain, on the other side of the ravine, and said to the leaders of all races behind him:

"There is the Hall of Lightning! Loken's hiding place!"

Behind this huge army armed by tanks and siege cars, on the already quiet battlefield, there were craters bursting from shells. The smell of gunpowder had not yet dissipated, but the previously noisy land had once again begun to be covered with snow, and the steel fragments scattered on the battlefield were the wreckage of the steel soldiers of the Thundercast Legion who rushed out of the Hall of Lightning.

These once glorious guards fell here in an extremely indecent posture, and could not see any light on their cold bodies. After losing their righteous temperament ten thousand years ago, these steel-cast warriors have read the fallen as servants of the rebels.

They are no longer noble...

Their wreckage was collected by the dwarves and placed in the forgings of the base camp, and melted into the best-quality iron. The most elite war craftsmen of the dwarves were forged day and night, and a set of exquisite armor and weapons representing the glory of the gods' war were distributed to the still-living soldiers. This was not only glory, but also a recognition and a reward.

It's even more a kind of protection...

Only armor made of such thunder cast steel can be protected from tragic deaths when fighting against those steel soldiers.

It is said that such a set of thunder cast armor with a hideous appearance and extremely practicality has become a new favorite in the collection of many nobles in the Kalimdo continent. In the singing of countless minstrels, such armed forces have become a symbol of courage. It also calls on more passionate young people to go to Northrend to participate in this battle of the century.

The last time such a scene appeared was in the era of the Battlefield of the Greeks...that time, the Warriors also tried to save the world.

"Tonight!"

"We'll be partying all night in Lightning Hall!"

Muladin raised the hammer in his hand high, and the low shouts of the coalition commander resounded throughout the vanguard's position:

"Now! Attack!"

"Boom, boom, boom"

Accompanied by Muladin's shouts, the artillery positions arranged on this side of the cliff began to fire wildly. The shells dragging black smoke and red flames roared across the cliff below, which seemed to be cut by a sharp blade, and finally hit the steel wall of Odur. The dense artillery fired tightly suppressed the long-range weapons of the Thundercast soldiers guarding the entrance of the Lightning Hall. The ancient jet weapons were soon completely destroyed under the attack of the crazy fire density of ordinary people.

Under the cover of his own artillery fire, more than a dozen huge airships carried the bravest assault troops. Under the leadership of Muladin, Tyrande and Garrosh, they began to land on the bone-broken wall of Odur. They were going to carry out a straightforward raid. Before Loken escaped back to Odur, they told the traitor of the gods to behead him in his palace.

Mortals always look at the legendary stories passed down from the age of gods with respect and fear, but when they truly entered the legend of gods, they suddenly realized that the servants of gods were not invincible... If the servants of gods were just like this, then does it mean that the fangs of mortals can also touch the noble gods?

And those who can be defeated by the united mortals... are they really qualified to call them God?

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"Quick! Hurry! Let all soldiers enter the sentry!"

In the foreground of the Lightning Hall, the fully armed General Leizhu Biagri shouted loudly. Under his command, all the steel soldiers stationed in the Lightning Hall were running in the wide temple. These were the guardians of the wisdom guardian Loken and one of the most elite soldiers of the Leizhu Legion.

Unfortunately, their number is too small...

General Biagri, who was loyal to Loken, had heard the roar and vibration from the walls of the Odur outside the Hall of Lightning. This meant that those rebellious and crazy mortals were already trying to attack the Creator's palace. This was really an unforgivable sin! It was so rampant!

But what these flesh-and-blood mortals have done in the past 15 days has also surprised and even shocked General Biagri, who has experienced the Battle of Dominance!

He once was invincible and defeated the steel legion of the Dark Empire built by the ancient gods under the command of the guardians. He was actually defeated by a group of mortals like ants on the front battlefield!

Less than one-tenth of the 5,000 steel soldiers sent out fled back, and the others were buried under the cold storm of the storm cliff, and were even melted into weapons and armor by those madman-like mortals... This made General Biagri extremely angry. However, before his sanctions arrived, the bold mortals began to take the initiative to attack this sacred land.

"Buried them here!"

The general of the Iron Guard roared, and his servant handed him a heavy battle axe. The brave general raised his weapon. He stood on the suspended bridge in the Lightning Hall. While he was walking, he could see the densely packed Thunderbolt soldiers displayed on the ground at the bottom of the Lightning Hall, which had not yet been activated, as many as two legions!

That was the guard army that took the initiative to enter a shutdown after the war of the Lord ended. After the war with the mortals began, General Biagri would command these legions to crush those mortals. Unfortunately, the cunning flesh and blood ants locked the control of these two steel legions in a despicable way, which reduced the military strength of the Lightning Hall to a very dangerous level.

General Vicu tried several times to explain this issue to the great Loken. Unfortunately, Loken, the guardian of wisdom, seemed to care about these things... Since this awakening, the once wise and gentle guardian of wisdom, seemed to have become even more gloomy. He would mysteriously disappear in the hall of lightning from time to time, and no one knew where he went...

But the Lord's behavior is not something that a loyal general can evaluate. All he can do is arrange the remaining soldiers in his hands to various positions in the temple, so as not to disturb the great master's thoughts, and then... he will stay on his post until he dies in battle!

"Clang"

A loud bang interrupted General Biagri's thoughts. He raised his head and saw a slender elf holding a double-edged battle sickle rushing into the line of his defense with a group of elves in heavy armor. The elf was wearing a silver war skirt and some strange pattern was tattooed on her cheeks. While walking, a halo like moon yarn enveloped her body, making her look like a warrior wrapped in a halo.

More than a dozen steel soldiers tried to stop the woman from stepping into the battle line in the hall, but the next moment they rushed towards the elf, the battle sickle in the elf's hand flew, and more than a dozen scattered starlight falling from the sky hit the soldiers' heads like whistling shells. The mysterious magic petrified them in place and was then cut by the soldiers following behind the elf with weapons.

This scene made General Biagri very angry. The brave Steel Vicuman roared and pulled out a huge battle axe from behind. As the lightning shone, he rushed towards the elf commander in front of him.

"Bang"

The battle axe with the wind and thunder, with the power of thousands of pounds was easily blocked by Tyrande with the Moon God War Scythe in his hand. A layer of moon saor enveloped Tyrande's body, giving the Dark Moon God a power that was almost unparalleled. In the tempering of the war, Tyrande's originally loose martial arts became elegant and dangerous.

Her green braids were floating, and between the collision of the two weapons, the steel land under the feet of the Dark Moon God of War was torn apart. The former Moon Sacrifice looked at General Steel Weiku in front of her with a cold look. She spoke fluent Titan in a hoarse voice:

"Let down your weapons! The Guardian's General..."

"You are walking on the wrong path, but Elune will give you a chance to atone for sins... Put down your weapons! I will only say once!"

“Elune?”

General Biagri is not a fool who knows nothing. As a soldier of Lei Zhu who participated in the Battle of the Lord, he also knows some secrets about Azeroth. He knows that Eluen is the name of the Spirit of the World in the world in the world, and in theory it is one of the lords of the guardians like him. However, in the order given to him by Loken, he did not put down his weapons and surrender.

"Clang"

As the blue magic pattern on General Biagri's body shone, a dazzling flash current rushed over his body and weapons. The 5-meter-tall steel giant swung his battle axe and knocked out Tyrande, who was like an ant in front of him, and the Dark Moon God of War rolled nimble in the air for several weeks, and finally landed lightly in front of her elves. She changed the double-blade battle sickle to her left hand, and then looked at General Viku who was holding his weapon in front of her.

Biagri saw a killing intention in the eyes of the warrior in Eluen in front of him. He knew that this might be his last battle.

But as a loyal warrior, he was not afraid of this result...

"Soldiers!"

Biagri raised his thunderous battle axe high, and his thunderous roar resounded throughout the battlefield:

"Protect the Creator! Keep fighting!"

"It's stubborn!"

The uncovered murderous intent shone in Tyrande's eyes, which seemed to be painted with smoky makeup. Elune told her what Odurri was, and the moon god also showed her what impact it would have on the world once the Odur crisis broke out. Tyrande was truly here with the mission of saving the Astral Spirit. She didn't have much time to waste on this group of deadly steel soldiers who were foolish and loyal to the betrayers of the gods.

"kill!"

With the order of Tyrande, the brave elves who were wearing heavy armor cast in thunder and holding heavy weapons followed her, like the bravest warriors, rushed towards the steel Vicu people under the leadership of Tyrande. After these slender and weak elves suffered disasters and armed themselves with their correct faith, the sharp fangs they showed were no weaker than orcs or humans...

While the Elves Battle Chapter and the Steel Vicu people fought to the death, deeper in the Hall of Lightning, beside the furnace of the flame giant Volcan, the dwarves were also blocked by powerful enemies.

The vicious giant, whose body is composed of rocks, but whose body is wrapped in scorching flames, constantly awakens the golem made of rocks. These self-conscious rock lives block the dwarves' route in a suicide form. The flame giant is also the creation of the Titan Guardians, although they are much smaller than the ice giants on the storm cliffs.

Of course, what's even worse is the Storm Giants, these legendary giants are about to exterminate their clans.

Unlike the ice giant's ability to shape ice, the flame giant is a natural forging. Their huge bodies contain burning flames. They are like the best craftsmen, and can use the hammer in their hands to create the most perfect rock warriors. However, the flame giant is naturally cunning. After the rebellion of Loken, they were the first Titan creations to actively follow the betrayer.

When Loken planned to massacre the Vicu people and the earth spirits, these cruel flame giants were the black hands that helped the evil.

"Flesh, blood, cracking!"

Volcan, the creator of the furnace, made a cruel and joyful cry, pulled the chains and poured the molten iron cast above the hall, completely melting the unexpected warriors on the ground. This cruel way of death made the flame giant laugh again.

This angered Muladin. The dwarf prince waved the hammer and easily smashed the golem that blocked the road in front of him. He roared and rushed towards Volcan by the forge. The cruel flame giant saw the raider, but he was not panicked. When Muladin rushed to the forge, Volcan pushed the forge down with a terrible temperature. The next moment, the slag flame with a terrible temperature completely submerged the short Muladin.

"Hahahaha! Stupid flesh and blood life...How dare you enter this holy temple! Die, die!"

However, just as its wild laughter echoed in the forge hall, a short figure stood up in the terrifying flame of slag.

The armor on his body was melted by the melted Muladin stretched out his hand and threw the melted armor on his body aside. He raised his head, and a trace of humanized mockery flashed across the diamond-shaped face. The next moment, the body of the diamond dwarf quickly expanded like an inflatable balloon. With the blessing of the king of the hills, Muladin was grabbed by the hanging beard of the flame giant behind him. Amid Volcan's terrified screams, the diamond dwarf grabbed the scorching hammer and smashed it down hard.

"Clang"

Muladin lifted Volcan's shattered head up in the sound of his head shattering. He looked at the cheering dwarves in front of him and shouted:

"Continue attacking! Warriors!"

"The evil servants of Loken cannot stop us! The evil god... cannot stop us!"

"Let him die today!"
Chapter completed!