In the cool night, a sound like a falling meteorite sounded over the battlefield at the Gate of the Brave. Heimdall, who had forced Grokush back with a sword, raised his head. In the sight of the heroic spirit, he could easily see it.

Those strange warriors who fell from beneath the black fortress in the sky.

Each of them was wrapped in black steel armor, but under the steel armor, there was a scent that made Heimdall feel familiar.

"boom"

The first black-armored warrior to fall hit the position of the Brave Gate, causing cracks in the ground and splashing bricks and stones. With the movement of the mechanical gears, the black armor opened outwards, revealing the stone made of rock below.

With a body and a face that is very similar to that of a Draenei, this is a female warrior. On her armor, there is a strange Tin Man's head painted on it.

"Tear it apart"

The rock knight pulled out the dragoon war spear behind her. In the surge of death power, the top of the war spear danced with pale lightning. Behind her, hundreds of rock knights who smashed into the battlefield activated their weapon systems.

, the Death Guards of the Dark Blade Legion were armed with huge steel hand cannons, and they rushed into the battlefield with roaring explosions like cannonballs.

"Samaro!"

Death Lord Yrel jumped on the "Tin Man"'s shoulder. She drew out the blue fury behind her, reached out and knocked the rock knight on the head. She whispered:

"Be careful with that silver giant, he's not easy to deal with!"

"Don't worry! My baby"

The Draenei banshee who controlled the Rock Knight laughed triumphantly. She grabbed the dragoon spear and rushed to the battlefield carrying Yrel on her shoulders like a mount. The body of the Rock Knight expanded rapidly.

, when she became as tall as those steel heroic spirits, she shouted and raised her fist, knocking an unprepared steel heroic spirit to the ground. The Draenei banshee screamed:

"If we work together, we can beat him hard!"

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While the Rock Knight and the Steel Heroic Spirit were fighting, at the edge of the platform of the Dark Temple, the Great Lord turned his eyes away from the fierce battle below. He said with some regret:

"Flesh and blood cannot compete with steel in the end. Even rocks are not as hard as steel. Sure enough, the upgrade of heroic spirits is the future of Dark Blade."

Behind the high lord, a communicator leading directly to the Titan City of Ulduar was operating. Tyrion turned back, looked at the communicator, and said softly:

"Not okay yet? Great Guardian?"

"With your authority, it shouldn't be difficult to remotely lock the remaining control authority of the Heroic Spirit Legion, right?"

"It's really not difficult, Lord."

Lai's somewhat distorted voice came from the communication. The great guardian's voice was slightly low at this time, as if he was hesitating and a little difficult to say:

"But my other brothers, they they hope, Odin can survive. I know we have an agreement, but"

"Odin must die! This is what we said!"

Tyrion categorically rejected the request of the Great Guardian, and the atmosphere became stagnant at this moment. After a few seconds of stalemate, a cold light flashed in the High Lord's narrowed eyes. Len may be trustworthy, but look at

The other guardians up there don't seem to understand the preciousness of life. It's no wonder, after all, they have never personally experienced the horror of death.

The great lord shook his head and waved his hand in a disinterested manner:

"Oh, how can we change what we have agreed upon? Your willfulness is really a headache, but forget it."
Chapter completed!