Chapter 31: The glory of the heroes is respected by swords

... "Ao ao ao ao ao ao ao ao ao ao ao ao ao ao ao ao ao ao ao ao ao ao ao ao ao ao ao ao aoi, and they slapped their chests in this barbaric way to celebrate their victory. But they had completely forgotten that they were their comrades who had just killed.

Seeing this a scene that was not inverted, Xingyang kept thrusting his eyes and said silently in his heart: "The Devil..."

The most painful thing on the battlefield is to kill your comrades, or be killed by your comrades from behind. If you can't even trust your back-to-back comrades in the life-and-death battle with the enemy, can you still win this battle? Or do you still need to continue? So seeing that the elders actually drove the comrades of the heroic spirit warriors to massacre the heroic spirit warriors, Xingyang immediately commented on the elders: "Devil!"

It was very easy to do. The elders controlled the berserkers to walk into the hall, then avoided the ice crystal blanket that pierced the palace, and began to observe the entire hall as if they were looking for something. As everyone got deeper, the vision in the hall became dim and dim, and the surroundings were filled with light burning in the eyes of skeletons and corpse ghosts. At this time, the elders lit a fiery red spark in his hand. He looked around and then lit a few points. Soon, rows of braziers that should have lasted for a long time were ignited by the flames.

Standing in the huge hall that makes people look extremely empty, the survivors looked up at the surroundings and felt like a tomb of the dead. In the tomb of a giant, the pillars here are made up of huge square stone pillars. The stone long tables in the hall are densely packed like army, neatly filled the entire hall. Chairs around the long table are hung from some helmets, and more swords, guns, swords and shields are hung around the walls like decorations. A large number of spears, bows and arrows, shields, battle axes, warhammers, daggers, giant swords, and various armors are piled up in a disorderly and orderly manner on the walls and on the long tables.

Looking at the scene around, Yarquez silently said, "The Temple of Valhalla is also known as Valhalla. It has 540 gates, each of which can accommodate 800 soldiers in and out side by side. Above the main entrance is a head of a wild boar and an eagle; the sharp eyes of this eagle can see all sides of the world. The four walls of the palace are lined up by spears that are extremely bright, so the light is shining; the top of the palace is paved with golden shields. The seats in the palace are covered with exquisite armor, which is a gift from Odin to his guests. All the warriors who died in battle, the so-called Ngheria. Those who are valued by Odin, will enter this palace as guests."

"But here... looks like a... grave, which is completely inconsistent with the legend!" Looking at everything around, the Swedish Valbrigan said with a strange expression.

Walking forward in the tall and empty temple of Heroes, the skeleton warriors and berserkers led by the elders, walked in this huge and empty place, walking further ahead of the palace. The long tables in the temple of Heroes and the surrounding weapons did not seem to attract more attention from them.

Xingyang looked left and right in the aisle where he could run a hundred or ten war horses. The pegasus and horse hooves behind him knocked on the floor, and echoes were even more distant in the palace. Old Carus, who was pinching his chin, thought for a while, and introduced to Valbrigan: "The master Andyyu said before that the heroic warriors live two kinds of lives, from the material world, and from the spiritual world. I believe that what the legendary thing is about is the spiritual world."

"The spiritual world...if it is a matter of the spiritual world! In this way, the soul of the heroic warrior on the other side is to enjoy a perfect life of fighting and fullness in this tomb-like hall, and is willing to become a victim of the end of the gods!" An Qier, who was following everyone with a Pegasus, said in confusion.

Old Carus touched his chin and looked at the densely packed tables around him, while absent-mindedly: "Life is limited, and there will be an end when there is a start! Since the Nordic people have died once, since they will not be afraid of dying again, and this time there will be gods buried with them... Moreover, the long fighting career in the Temple of Heroes has already tempered the perseverance of those Heroes. Death and ending may not require much fear for them."

Just as everyone was talking, all the flames in the brazier in the hall suddenly went out, but when everyone exclaimed, green flames ignited from the brazier. Seeing this omen, all the survivors felt nervous. Except for Old Carus and Angel, the others here were psychics, and everyone knew what this meant.

Everyone is not afraid of the "haunted" because there is an amazingly magical elder wizard here, and there are also a large number of skeletons and ghouls. No one cares about how haunted. But the weapon armor is right next to them, and the strong survivors quickly untie the decorations around them, and then hold the old weapons in their hands to deal with the upcoming ghouls.

The elders in front stopped, and the huge hall seemed to have reached its end. In the darkness in the distance, there was a high platform. Three heroic warriors in full armor sat in a piece of seats on the platform. After approaching, they counted the stone seats not far away and found a total of 15 stone seats, and only three of them were made of zombie-like corpses.

These three corpse ghouls are obviously different from the ordinary corpse ghouls around them. They have purple skin, thick beards, and their bodies are not shriveled at all. They are wearing scale armor and heart-protecting glasses, and the mess of animal skins that have been kneaded behind them. The helmets on their heads are winged helmets, cow horn helmets, and deer antler helmets. The obviously more sophisticated armor covers their upper half, leaving only two eye holes and dirty beards. Moreover, the armor and weapons on these guys are engraved with dense stripes, which are a bit like Lu Enwen and a bit like decorative patterns.

When the three corpse ghosts found that someone had arrived, their bodies began to move. The back of their stone mounts were filled with various weapons. The metal sound of drawing swords and pulling spears echoed in the hall. A group of skeleton warriors rushed forward with their spears and swords coldly. After a sudden battle, the skeleton warriors were smashed into pieces as if they were being cut by melons and vegetables. A skeleton with a helmet turned and fell from the high steps to the feet of the elders.

Seeing the three inexplicable heroic warriors killing a large number of skeleton warriors at will, the elder wizard tilted his head and asked all the berserkers around him to attack.

"...howled!!" The traditional fighting style of the berserkers and corpses broke out again. They burst out with a harsh shout, and then they frantically looked for other weapons in the Hall of Heroes. In the end, all the berserkers holding other weapons in their hands rushed up.

"...Ao Ao Ao Ao Ao Ao Ao Ao" holding two spears in their hands, the berserkers quickly threw at the three unfathomable corpse ghouls. Unexpectedly, the three ghouls were extremely cunning. They quickly rolled up the shield beside them and hid behind the stone bench.

"Big, Big, Big, Big, Big, Big, Big," the thick spears used by the corpse ghouls pierced the stone bench, and pierced into the stone like straight steel drills. After throwing the spears, the heroic berserkers launched attacks, and they struck Huashan to attack the heroic warriors hiding behind the stone bench. Unexpectedly, the powerful moves just now were instantly broken by the corpse ghouls. In the meantime, a heroic warrior holding a sword and shield in his hand jumped up in the air on the stone bench in two steps, rubbing the air and slashing the air.

The berserkers rushed past and pressed down the sword and shield in the sky; they dismembered a berserker in the air on the spot, and when they fell, they pressed a berserker under their feet and wiped the blade, beheading the second berserker. They killed two berserkers in a row, and the heroic warriors did not stop and avoided the attacking berserker battle axe. Then they pushed hard with their shields, pushing away the berserkers' siege in front of them, and dragged the sword in their hands at will, and the third berserker was beheaded on the spot.

The sword and shield heroic spirit monarch destroyed three berserkers. The second warrior with a horned helmet behind it also began to show his power. Some force seemed to flash in his hand. The runes of two square short hammers in his hand were ignited. The last one swung left and right and threw them out. The two berserkers were smashed by the two hammers for dozens of meters like broken kites. The two flying hammers that were thrown back into its hand like wind. He rolled and attacked and hit the ground and hit the heroic berserker who was slashed with an axe and was smashed away on the spot.

The third heroic warrior appeared from behind the large back of the stone bench. He was holding a black metal bow and arrow in his hand, and he was holding a 6-7 densely patterned arrow in his hand. As soon as it rang, the arrow in his hand was like a storm. "Huh Huh Huh!!" The harsh sonic boom sounded, and the 7 berserkers' foreheads were penetrated by arrows and fell to the ground helplessly.

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"Those ghoul warriors can't handle it. Who are those guys?" Xingyang, who was hiding in the distance, muttered silently under the brazier. Yarquez whispered: "...The top of the palace is made of golden shields. The seats in the palace are covered with exquisite armor, which is a gift from Odin to his guests. All the warriors who died in battle are called Einhe (einhe).

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: Heroic Warriors, Fighters), those who are valued by Odin, will all enter this palace as their superiors.... If I guess correctly, the three above are Engria, who is valued by Odin. The heroes among the heroes, can be understood as heroes, monarchs, or the strongest people among the heroes.”

"The person valued by Odin...the heroes in the legendary Nordic people!!" Looking at the heroes of heroes of heroes, the monarch slaughtered the berserkers wantonly, Xingyang was like a soul being moved, and his hand began to itch and wanted to fight with those heroes of heroes of heroes. The opponent's fighting skills were very, very powerful, almost perfect, which was simply a pleasure for him.

The 16 berserkers were quickly wiped out. When the elders whispered the spell again, they held the sword and shield he picked up in his hand, and the Xingyang, who was wearing a heart-protecting mirror, said to the elders not far away: "I'll buy you more time!!" As he walked lightly, he walked into the arena as if he was suddenly ten years younger to pursue the dazzling light under the attention of everyone.

Stepping on light steps, the beheaded berserkers were opening their mouths on the ground, as if they were still shouting for a fight.

Looking at Xingyang's not strong shoulders and the x-belt that was casually draped on his body, Angel behind everyone looked at Xingyang who was climbing the stairs alone and said worriedly: "He is going to duel for the legendary heroes and spirits, why don't you stop him? One against three, he will die."

"If you can't stop it, there is no need to stop it. This world is a world that needs heroes." Old Carus looked at Xingyang who was lonely and died and stopped talking at first glance.

Just as Old Carus finished speaking, Harriskin, a dwarf with an excited vein on his body, pinched his axe and shouted in the thickest dwarf voice: "A glass of ale, an enemy's life, a stove, burning all the blood and tears of the enemy, and the immortal Lord Xingyang defeated them."

Harriskin roared loudly, while the wolf-speaker Mos slowly walked forward, then followed Xingyang up the steps. On the road, he picked up a heroic berserker's bear-head hat and slapped it, then threw away his torn leather hat and put it on his head.

"Moss, you are fearless, you are the tallest, strongest warrior among the dwarves." Harriskin hit the ground with his axe handle, shouting and cheering for his two friends.

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In this palace where there is no reason to fight, Xingyang climbed to the platform, and the heroic warrior with a sword and shield in his hand was silently watching him. The third hero with a bow put aside his hands, and a magic power emitted seven arrows wrapped in magic patterns outside his body separated from the corpse on the ground, and finally returned to his hand.

The heroes who hold the bow and the hammer retreated back, as if they were giving up the battlefield of fighting. As a top warrior close to the peak of the warrior, these people have their own principles even if they die. Looking at the other party's state, the wolf speaker Mos also took a slightly back two steps to open the arena between Xingyang and the other party.

"Huh!!" The long sword was placed on the round shield, and Xingyang lowered his body and aimed at the hero who was not far away who was planning to fight his sword and shield.

"Huh!!" The heroic hero on the opposite side also pointed his shield forward, and the broad sword blade was horizontally outside the patterned round shield, and the sharp blade slid with a dark luster.

"Huh ah...!" "... Howl!!" Zhongqi screamed with pride, and Xingyang rushed towards the other side with the shield like the wind. The hero also burst out a battle cry and used the same technique to hold the shield and sprinted wildly. When the shield collided, the two of them made a little small movement. The duels often competed with these inconspicuous small movements that determine the difference between life and death.

"Bang...!!" A sound of shield collision sounded, and Xingyang was instantly knocked away, and the sword dragged out by the hero's backhand almost wiped his hair.

The two men fell to the ground and Xingyang's thick black hair was flattened. The sword in his hand disappeared, only the groove on the shield showed that a violent impact had just happened. The body of the hero standing behind Xingyang seemed to be nailed directly, and his whole body began to tremble constantly, but his body could not control it. Finally, his legs became weak, and the scales on his body made a "crack" sound and fell to the ground.

The fallen hero of heroes kept trembling, but his whole body seemed to be unable to get up without following the command. After a fancy sword was inserted into his neck, he cut off his spine and ended the connection between his body and his brain. When he walked up just now, the immortal heroic berserker shouted inviting to fight gave Xingyang a reminder, allowing him to understand the weaknesses of the heroic warrior in medicine.

The unwilling sword and shield hero was lying on the ground trembling, as if he wanted to get up and fight again, but the long sword stuck between the thin slits of his armor on his back made him unable to get up no matter what.

After the first enemy was solved, the second and third heroes with flying hammers and bows and arrows in both hands slowly walked up. One of them stared at Xingyang who took out the Virley dagger again, and the other looked at the wolf speaker with a bear skin helmet. "Haha!!" The bow and arrow heroes fought against Xingyang, and the double hammer heroes fought against the wolf speakers; after the enemies were divided, the two enemies raised their heads and shouted loudly and rushed towards their enemies.

The powerful double hammers were like arrows of a storm. Two unique skills tear the air and flew towards their respective targets. At the same time, the elders who were chanting the spell flashed in their eyes, but they dimmed in an instant. A ball of lightning that was squeaking "squeaking" was held in his hand, and they could be bombarded out at any time to tear the enemy into pieces.

"Howl... I'll say Lord Xingyang is a fearless warrior. He beats the shield and lets us play a song of triumph for the brave... Victory!!" "The battle with the heroes of heroes was in full swing. Harriskin shouted loudly. At this time, all the survivors watching the battle began to ring the shield, and chopped off the battle axe in their hands to encourage and cheer up the people fighting on the high platform.........
Chapter completed!