Azeroth Trail of Light

Chapter 460 33. The Battle of the Horn·Everything taught by Dick --- add more for the ruessparrow brothers!

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

But it gives people the impression that it is very arrogant, especially for those irritable and violent fighters. Garrosh's body has already begun to entwine crimson anger, but those who moved faster than him , there are still many people there.

"Sword of Light!"

"Justice!"

Marcus and Maximilian made eye contact, and shot at the same time from left to right! And hiding among the crowd, the inconspicuous dwarf hunter Hemet II held up the shotgun behind him, which had obviously been modified by a master engineer, almost at the moment when the two paladins took action. The elf ranger also drew his longbow.

Not only that, the mages almost all performed the chant technique of confining magic, and the assassins also disappeared into the shadows immediately.

It seemed that everything was well grasped, but Dick, who was watching all this, propped his chin with his hands and watched the confrontation between the 25 contestants and Heimdall. He said to himself,

"25 vs. 5, scattershot against a real team, the confrontation of quantity and quality, I'm actually curious... In this world, how strong will a real team be?"

real team?

Kael'thas heard this voice, and he looked at Heimdall and his team who were already under siege with great interest. For the Sun King, he had obviously heard of the Hall of Valor, and he had never Dick learned from there that it is the real legion formed by the guardian Odin for the end of the world, and it is the most powerful team in the world.

He was also very curious, after compressing the strength of the heroic spirits in the Hall of Valor, would they still be as strong as the rumors, unshakable?

"boom!"

Heimdall's choice is to ignore the sword of holy light rising from the ground, the energy hammer containing scorching energy, the bullets flying in the air, the deadly arrows, and the stalkers rushing up from the surroundings.

A golden light streaked across the sky, from the left side of the gatekeeper to the right side, almost covering a distance of 180° in front of the eyes. The sharpness brought by the blade smashed the lightsaber and scattered the warhammer.

A pair of strong shields appeared beside Heimdall, blocked the bullets and sent the arrows flying. With the foot of the heroic spirit holding the sword and shield, the thunder shook the ground, and those stalkers could not even get close. In the next moment, a The ice rings jumped up on the surrounding ground, completely freezing the stalkers and druids on the ground.

At this moment, Heimdall pulled out the great sword of the storm, got up and jumped, jumped to the center of the stalkers, waved with one hand, the blade flashed, and the two hapless stalkers flew out immediately, Sven saw that the situation was not good, Immediately, it transformed from a nightsaber into a tin brown bear, with its claws blocking the front, barely blocking Heimdall's giant sword.

The heroic spirits did not lie, they indeed suppressed their strength to the same level as everyone else, but Sven's remaining life hadn't lasted for an hour, and two long swords had already thrown out from behind, piercing her left and right. under the fur.

"Aw!"

The giant bear was enraged 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 danced in the air, and the priest of the heroic spirit waved lightly, two layers of thick The light shield appeared around the bodies of Heimdall and the heroic swordsman. Under Sven's frenzied attack, the two of them were unscathed.

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

Hermet II's shotgun roared again, forcing the Heroic Swordsman back with a bullet, but before he could fire the second shot, a sharp ice pick pierced his face, and Marcus shot from Pushing the dwarf down from behind, he opened the sacred barrier to block the ice cone.

But both he and Hermet II broke out in a cold sweat.

Had he been a second slower just now, Hemet II would have been out.

From the contestant's initiative to attack to the end of the Heroic Spirit's counterattack, in just 5 seconds, the formation that Baron had arranged in advance was messed up. With 2 assassins and Swain seriously injured, Hemet II was in danger. The rhythm of the entire battle was extremely fast, and exclamations were heard from the stands from time to time. It was obvious that there were only opponents of the same strength, and our side had an absolute numerical advantage, but why was it so easily penetrated?

Kael'thas's eyes were full of brilliance. There is no idiot who can sit here. Dick is right, this is the opponent that the contestants can't beat yet! In terms of teamwork alone, they are almost invincible!

Of the five people, none of them made unnecessary movements. The precision was like a real machine. Once it started to operate, it was enough to crush opponents several times. Kael'thas could hardly imagine that when they fully recovered their original When it is strong, how strong will this army of heroic spirits be?

But the counterattack of the heroic spirits was not over yet, a golden light flashed on the chaotic battlefield, and before Garrosh had time to raise his battle axe, a shield slammed towards him, the orc warrior hurriedly retreated, the shield and the shield behind it The heroic spirit continued to charge forward, and Dranos wanted to rush up to rescue him, but just at the beginning, the storm sword came down with infinite power, as well as the troublesome ice ring and three curses that fell almost simultaneously.

The Heromancer seemed to be able to use all schools of magic, even the sorcerer's curses, but no one thought that was unfair.

In fact, with 25 people against 5 opponents of the same strength, this in itself is the greatest unfairness.

Yorin and the mages wanted to save the field, and brought back the increasingly chaotic battle that had been torn apart by Heimdall's team, but before they could throw their first spell, a dazzling cloud The light exploded around the mages, completely harmless, but the holy light contained in it had an extremely strong purification effect.

The range of the aperture was huge, covering half of the battlefield. After this purification, the magic elements gathered by Jolin and the mages were purified, and all spells were interrupted, even the magic shields on their bodies. At this moment, it was completely dispelled!

Although Baron couldn't see with his eyes, he could perceive everything that happened around him, and this scene left him dumbfounded!

The large dispel technique is generally only used to dispel continuous damage magic on the battlefield. This is the first time he knows that the large dispel technique can still be used in this way... But this heroic priest dispelled these shields to prepare...

"Oops! Protect the mage!"

As soon as Baron yelled, Heimdall and the Heroic Swordsman sneered and abandoned their target. The swordsman seemed to be able to use the skills of an assassin. With the flickering of the shadow, the swordsman appeared in the With a flash of light on Heimdall's body, Heimdall knocked away all the people along the way with the speed of a charge, and came to the Heroic Swordsman like a golden gust.

Warrior high-level skills · Aid!

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

It's worse than a lamb! Garrosh, Dranos, and Maximilian wanted to rush over to save the mages, but almost as soon as Heimdall's Bladestorm appeared, a shadow-colored energy cluster appeared at the very end of the crowd. Crowded places explode.

The whistling dark green energy was like a little snake, rushing into the bodies of everyone around. At this moment, fear dominated everyone's minds, and the guys around seemed to have seen the most terrifying thing. They rushed out in all directions, together with the mages and warlocks who had lost their magic shields.

Warlock Advanced Skill · Shadow Wailing · Mass Fear

Due to the need to disperse the shadow power and make more people lose control, the duration of this skill is very short, maybe only 2-3 seconds, but it is enough. For Heimdall who is proficient in all warrior skills, 3 seconds The clock time is enough to start a massacre!

Fear, a skill that arouses inner emotions to destroy opponents, is the least effective for strong-willed professionals like fighters and knights, but after Garrosh took the initiative to go berserk and relieved the state of fear, he turned around. At that time, he saw Yorin who was completely involved in the storm of golden blades, as well as the mages and others who couldn't dodge.

He roared and charged towards Heimdall, but the next moment, the damn shield blocked him again, as well as the ice that rushed from around him, and the chains of holy light.

Garrosh has never been so frustrated!

No matter who he faces, he will get counterattacks from at least two people, just like a wild beast trapped in a trap, no matter which direction he rushes, he will get a ruthless roundup, or even a fatal counterattack.

The cries of pain from the mages made everyone want to rescue them, but at this moment, a gunshot stopped Heimdall's offensive.

The bullet of Hemet II pierced through the holy shield of the Priest of Heroes for the first time. After all, it is of the same level of power. He never let go of his prey, and his single-minded temper has received miraculous effects at this time.

He fired 7 bullets at the priest in a row, all of which were special armor-piercing magic bullets. By the eighth round, the priest of the heroic spirit was interrupted for the first time. One error.

Heimdall and the shield bearer immediately gave up the battle results that had already fallen in their hands, and returned to the priest for help. This action was like a slap in the face, and Baron, who was dodging the attack of the Heroic Swordsman, was thrown out of the chaos. woke up.

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

"All defenders! Stop them! All rangers, attack priests! Interrupt their cooperation! Otherwise we're doomed!"

"Marcus, bastard, remember your responsibilities!"

The paladin used a sword of light to push back the Heroic Swordsman, and frantically blocked the Heroic Swordsman's attack almost as a show of weakness. Sven, dragging his seriously injured body, resisted Heimdall's slash with his claws with difficulty. Lanos also hugged the left arm of the shield-bearer Heroic Spirit with his body immediately, his standing posture was ugly and messy, but it was extremely useful.

This time difference was left out, and the rangers of Quel'Thalas kept harassing the spellcasting of the heroic mage with the magic-breaking arrow. Although every second someone was frozen by the mage's spell, the time difference was being left more and more Great, the roar of Hemet II mixed with the roar of the shotgun, continuously leaving sparks dancing on the body of the Priest of Heroes, as well as the blades of the assassins, the curse thrown by Jolin struggling.

Baron didn't care about the wound on his aching chest, he staggered and held the orc warrior who was roaring at Heimdall with both hands, grabbed his arm and cursed,

"Garrosh, I know your brother is dying! But your fucking death is on the road to that damned priest! Do you want to win or not! If you want to win, listen to me! Go attack that priest!"

Garrosh's eyes were red, and the wound on his face that Heimdall had slashed was still bloody, making it look hideous like a ghost crawling out of hell. He stared at Balon, wanting to Torn him apart, but the priest couldn't see,

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

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

"So, bloody bastard! Go attack that priest for me!"

"Ahhh!"

Garrosh took another look at Jorin, who was propped up on a cane, covered in blood all over his body. He turned his head, and a glorious leap fell from the sky. The battle ax in his hand was wrapped in anger, that blood roar!

The hand of the chief of Warsong left a deep scratch on the body of the Priest of Heroic Spirit! That was the first time they really hurt these heroic spirits!

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

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

"In order for a real team to win, everyone must do their own thing well and not be swayed by personal feelings, especially in the battlefield where they are about to enter. Everyone may die, but when it is time to charge, they still cannot hesitate …the time is tight, we can't teach much, the thing is, they're not slow learners, are they?"

Well, wasteland reclamation group~ Everyone has to do their own thing well, or they will be kicked out by the group leader T. Don’t ask me how I know this. Everyone has to take care of themselves~

Thanks to the ruesparrow brothers for the rewards ~ Thank you brothers who have rewarded recently! I love you~