Menethil's Power

Chapter 614 The army!

The radiance of the crystal reached its peak within a few seconds, and then a beam of light suddenly appeared. For a moment, it was impossible to tell whether the energy from the crystal exploded into the sky, or the energy poured into the crystal from the sky.

This was a sight Reinhardt had never seen before, and he realized that this crossing was different from any previous one.

The gushing holy energy first diffused around the crystal, forming a solid barrier, covering an area of ​​nearly a hundred meters. The huge magic mech was isolated from the outside, and it launched an attack without hesitation. The huge steel punch It hit the barrier, but it didn't shake it at all.

A soft female voice could be faintly heard singing a sacred tune, a graceful figure made of crystal appeared above the crystal, the pair of translucent light-cast wings spread out behind her, she sang slowly, a wave of Strange spiritual fluctuations were continuously injected into the crystal tower.

The next moment, around the crystal tower, within the barrier, hundreds of small light clusters emerged, their flames were jumping, as if they were burning, and with this fluctuation, the matter was condensing, showing outlines.

This body type... is the Legion of Creators?Reinhard thought so.

But soon he discovered that his judgment was wrong. Although these warriors who turned over had giant bodies that far surpassed normal humans, they were not all made of steel—in fact, most of them were not, and they all wore The battle armor covering the whole body, and through the gaps in the armor, you can see their translucent essence.

Baldrige also looked at these soldiers who appeared suddenly with a look of surprise. He had already made the determination to die just now, and he was immersed in the tragedy of sacrifice, but now he suddenly realized that he no longer needed to dedicate himself.

But he was smiling at this time, smiling very comfortably, no one would be willing to go to death, His Highness really did not forget them.

The belief that had supported him until now dissipated, he staggered, he couldn't even hold the warhammer, and fell to his knees on one knee, the wound on his chest was in excruciating pain, as if all the strength in his body had been drained from it.

More than 100 heroic warriors have completed the crossing. Although the number is not large, it gives people the feeling of a large army. After completing the crossing, they immediately started to move forward, and the light clusters of the crossing began to appear at their positions.

"Varagals, it's time to show your strength and prove to these demons the power of the Hall of Valor!" the Valkyrie in the air shouted in a majestic voice.

These warriors from the Hall of Valor marched towards the huge magic mech without fear. Naturally, the difference in size between the two sides was not as great as that of humans compared to it. They were about to collide, and neither side retreated. Armor is because its intelligent core is rigidly executing the instructions of destruction and killing, while what drives the heroic warriors is their iron will and courage.

The barrier formed before suddenly dissipated at this time, and before the heavy fist of the magic mech touched anyone, the first heroic warrior jumped up suddenly with a roar, and the strong force burst out, and he jumped directly to the ground. At the same height as the head of the magic mecha, with the force of the fall, the golden giant ax in his hand was directly embedded in the head of the magic mech.

With the size of this giant machine, this kind of damage can't even affect its normal functioning, but it wasn't just a heroic warrior who launched the attack, almost at the same time, its joints and possibly vital parts were all damaged. Taken the hard hit, dozens of different weapons pierced or slashed into the steel and pulled out.

But at this time, this mechanical creation only knocked away a few heroic warriors.

Within a few minutes, Reinhardt watched the huge mecha collapse like a beetle eaten by ants, and was dismembered into a pile of scrap iron. He swallowed subconsciously, thinking He exchanged surprised glances with Baldrige, only to find that the latter had fallen into a semi-conscious state, and rushed over to help him.

The army of the Hall of Valor continued to advance with an unstoppable momentum, and the barrier that appeared and disappeared before resurfaced, this time covering a wider range, and then more light groups appeared.

Reinhardt understood that this is actually a position that can be turned over, and the continuous expansion means that the number of this army of heroes can be described as astonishing, and if each of them is what he saw As far as human combat power is concerned, the Burning Legion seems to be nothing.

Endless heroic warriors appeared and joined the battle, converging into a golden tide, spreading across the dark land polluted by the legion, and the crossover position centered on this Protos crystal tower was running at high speed from the beginning to the end. with.

Suddenly, this kind of soldier delivery stagnated for a while, only a small group of light lit up near the crystal tower, and the energy of the entire force field was called to complete this one's transition.

Of course Reinhardt knew who it would be, and he knelt down on one knee to show his utmost respect.

The illusory body of Isaacs emerged and gradually became real. He was not surprised at the first sight of the army of heroic spirits advancing. These are the warriors carefully selected by Odin for thousands of years. Trapped in the Hall of Valor, but his warlike heart has never faded away, and he has been working hard to hone his skills.

But now he gave them a chance to fight, and gave them a chance to realize their own value, which Odin couldn't do. Based on this alone, these heroic spirits were willing to serve him.

"Your Highness!" came an excited shout from behind.

Isaacs turned around with some amusement, "How long have I been away, have you all fallen into this situation? 'Help'? Thank you for shouting."

He first saw Reinhardt's embarrassing expression, and then noticed Baldrige who was in a coma, "What happened? Are you injured so badly?"

As soon as he beckoned, Baldrige's body was slowly lifted up by an invisible force, and then a group of bright rays of light began to gather in his hands, in which powerful active energy surged.

During this process, Reinhardt told him the situation of the past few days with a bitter face, and looked at Isaacs carefully while talking, as if he was afraid that he would get angry.

However, Isaacs kept a flat expression all the time, and he didn't speak until Reinhardt finished talking, "Although there are some mistakes, but mistakes are mistakes, and you, the legion commander, can no longer be the leader."

Reinhardt nodded again and again, expressing his agreement with such a punishment.

The mass of active energy was substantiated into a semi-liquid state, which was obviously enough. As soon as Isaacs shook his hand, the golden liquid seeped into the wound on Baldridge's chest.

The injured paladin reacted violently almost immediately. He woke up from the coma in an instant, his body began to convulse, and his throat let out an uncontrollable cry of pain. Healing at a high speed, the carbonized flesh was peeled off continuously, revealing the new pink skin.

"Be patient, I know it hurts, but this is the fastest way to treat it." Isaacs said.

Reinhard was amazed that with this kind of treatment method that didn't consider the injury at all and was as rough as inserting an unmatched key into the keyhole, it was able to achieve a perfect healing effect, which only His Highness could do.

Baldrige's will is naturally unquestionable. It is not difficult to survive this kind of pain, but his whole body is soaked in sweat. After healed, he gasped for nearly a minute before recovering.

"Thank you, Your Highness, for saving your life." These were the first words he said after seeing Isaacs.

"There's nothing to thank." Isaacs shook his head slightly, "If you pledge your allegiance to me, I will naturally be responsible to you."

He turned to look at Reinhardt, "How about the specific casualties of the Punishment Legion?"

"Those who are still fighting have already been evacuated through crossing." Baldridge stood up, his face still a little pale, "There are still nearly [-] to [-] adults who have not been able to come over, and most of them should have been killed."

"Less than [-]%? It seems that the situation is better than I imagined." Isaacs paused, "Whether it is life or death, I will not allow any soldier to be forgotten on this battlefield."

"Are you going to resurrect them?" Baldrige immediately thought of the almost miraculous redemption of Lordaeron's royal city back then, "but with the ferocious nature of the demons, it is almost impossible for those soldiers who died in battle to keep their bones..."

Although the resurrection technique can be said to be a medical miracle, it has huge limitations. The most fundamental requirement is that the soul and body of the deceased should not be too seriously damaged.

"Even if they can't be resurrected, I can give them a new salvation." Isaacs' eyes were deep, he didn't explain much, but looked up at the Valkyrie in the air, "Heya! Go to the front line, those soldiers need your help strength!"

With the death of Al, the most powerful Val'kyr in the Hall of Valkyrie is Heya, and she is also responsible for connecting the crossing channel of this Protos crystal tower with the Hall of Valor.

"As you order, Your Excellency." Heya said.

After she left, another Valkyrie appeared in front of Isaacs. Compared with Heya, her body was smaller and more delicate, and she had obvious elf features.

"Arturia, there are some souls here that need your salvation." Isaacs said.

The Valkyrie nodded slightly, flapped her wings and slowly lifted into the air, looking extremely holy, and an ethereal hymn sounded.

Reinhardt and Baldrige were surprised to find that dots of light spots gathered from the surrounding battlefield to the Valkyrie in midair, and then they realized that they were the souls of fallen soldiers.The soul without substance surrounds Arturia's body, and under the illumination of the holy light, it gradually becomes solid and transparent, and soon becomes the same entity as before, except that it is no longer a body of flesh and blood .

Just like those heroic warriors.

"Now we can finally say that heroes are immortal." Isaacs smiled meaningfully.

……

Bluewing Habitat.

Not long after being folded back, Whitemane, who was still in a coma, suddenly opened his ruby ​​eyes, "Your Highness!"

"What's the matter?" Alsace approached with a smile.

"I didn't call you." Whitemane gave him an annoyed look.

Although Alsace is a prince, everyone is young, and they have the experience of studying at the Royal Military Academy together. Alsace's favorite, Abedis, is Whitemane's best friend, so the two can be regarded as friends.

Therefore, Alsace didn't mind Whitemane's attitude, and just sighed faintly, "Yeah, that guy is finally back."

Such strong divine fluctuations can be felt even by farmers without extraordinary abilities.

He came back, so the so-called "legitimate retreat plan" is unnecessary, "Your Excellency Senegos! Please mobilize all the energy of the Star Well to maximize the expansion of the field!" Alsace shouted.

Although there was no evidence, Alsace took it for granted that the return of Isaacs meant that the battle had entered the counter-offensive stage. The remaining energy of the Star Well was limited, and it was impossible to stimulate the flame tide again, so he could only expand the field with all his strength.

Beside Blue Wing's habitat, among the night elf sentinels, Lunara's small deer tail stood up suddenly, "Santis, get ready, we are going to counterattack!"

"What?" Sentinel General Shandris Yuyue didn't react for a while.As a support force, the night elves are under a lot of pressure. Even with the experience of fighting against demons thousands of years ago, the Burning Legion now is not the Burning Legion of ten thousand years ago.

As the coach, Shandris looked a bit embarrassed, and the sentinel troops also had a lot of sacrifices. At this time, they were responding to Alsace's retreat plan.

"He's back!" Lunara smiled sweetly and easily.

"Who's back?" Shandris was still confused.

On the Hyperion, Captain Matt Horner quickly issued an order, "Continue to target that energy field, and immediately establish a stable communication link with His Highness."

Although he remained calm, Matt breathed a sigh of relief in his heart. Without His Royal Highness by his side, everything was decided by himself, and he always felt like walking on thin ice.

At this time, Isaacs didn't know that he was so popular, but he did intend to end this war. His eyes fell on the super-giant fel battleship that looked like an ancient behemoth above the Broken Beach.

The program is in the final stages, so far so good, and it is expected to continue to be so.

(End of this chapter)