"The emissaries of the Throne of Heroes are moving on the continent of Azeroth, seeking warriors on the verge of death to sign contracts. After their death, their heroic spirits will be guided to the Throne of Heroes, where their spiritual bodies will be reforged with the power of the soul, continuing to protect Azeroth in the form of heroic spirits."
Doesn't this sound like the Halls of Valor at first glance?
That's right, it's the Halls of Valor, Altar of Kings edition.
Moreover, as long as enough Altars of Kings are built, the Throne of Heroes can even dispense with inhumane guides like the Val'kyr!
After all, the Val'kyr are a technique Odin stole from the Shadowlands, and it's not yet mature.
His Val'kyr are a kind of spectral being. These winged servants can travel between the Shadowlands and the material world, leading the souls of worthy Vrykul to the Halls of Valor. However, those Vrykul who become Val'kyr can only live as ghostly apparitions, never able to escape this eternal curse.
Unfortunately, Odin forcibly transformed his adopted daughter Helya into the first Val'kyr. His stubbornness caused Helya to hate him, eventually betraying him.
"Regardless of how they die, the Throne of Heroes can transform them into heroic spirits?"
Anasterian's eyes lit up, grasping the key point.
In this high-magic world of Azeroth, the existence of necromantic magic means that the creation of ghosts is not uncommon.
Especially those with high spiritual power in life, or those with strong obsessions, can become ghosts and linger in the world of the living after death.
In particular, some powerful individuals can create ghosts, such as Queen Azshara, who could curse those who disobeyed her into becoming undead ghosts ten thousand years ago.
It's not that Anasterian doesn't believe in the abilities of the Throne of Heroes, but the moment he heard that the Throne of Heroes could guide souls, a bold idea popped into his mind… …
Therefore, he needed to ensure that the Throne of Heroes's ritual for transforming souls into heroic spirits was one hundred percent successful.
Thranduil didn't even think, answering directly: "That's right, as long as a person is targeted by the Throne of Heroes, no matter how they die, even if they are reduced to ashes, their souls can be preserved."
Joking aside, with the Origin Heart's style of plucking every feather from a passing goose and skinning every beast that walks by, the targeted heroic spirits will definitely enter the Altar of Kings one hundred percent.
Thranduil remembered himself, he had been dead for thousands of years, and he was still being pulled up by Galen to continue working?
"In that case, I choose to join the Throne of Heroes."
Compared to the few hundred years of life gained by drinking the Water of Life, Anasterian really doesn't care. He can still distinguish between a full meal and constant meals.
"Then I will help you contact the emissaries of the Throne of Heroes. Perhaps when your heroic spirit joins the Throne of Heroes, you will see many acquaintances?"
This is indeed true.
Putting aside everything else, when Galen digs up Tyr's tomb, wouldn't Emperor Thoradin become an elder of the Throne of Heroes… …
Thoradin, isn't that Anasterian's old acquaintance?
Hehehe.
The Sun Sanctum, this is a magical network stronghold of the High Elf kingdom in the South Eversong Woods. In the past ten years, this is the second time it has been used as a front line to resist invaders.
At this time, the magical barrier of the Sun Sanctum was once again operating at full capacity. Arthas's nearly hundred meat wagons were tirelessly throwing corpses into the Sun Sanctum.
When those rotten corpses slammed into the magical barrier, the residual energy within the corpses exploded, creating corpse explosions. One or two wouldn't be a big problem, but Arthas had already been besieging for two days!
Arthas had also made a great investment, throwing out tens of thousands of corpses, all in order to open the magical barrier of the Sun Sanctum.
In the Sun Sanctum, the High Elf defenders were attacking with all their might, with a large amount of magic penetrating the magical barrier and striking the undead outside.
The mages were rotating in batches. They had been mechanically casting spells for a long time, not knowing how many undead they had consumed.
Originally, Arthas couldn't conquer it for a long time, and he was prepared to leave 100,000 undead to surround this High Elf stronghold, and then lead the army north.
However, the Sun Sanctum had the Sunfury Legion, the Eclipse Legion, and the Farstrider Rangers. When they saw Arthas's main force leaving, the three legions immediately launched a joint attack, launching a large-scale attack on the 100,000 undead. Arthas had to return to reinforce!
"Damn turtle shell!"
Arthas was furious.
"Mage, do you have a way to break through this damn magical barrier as soon as possible?" Arthas asked the ghost of Kel'Thuzad, who had been following him.
"I can't do it, Prince Arthas," Kel'Thuzad's voice sounded in Arthas's ear. "The magic of the High Elves is unparalleled in Azeroth. After the Orcish Wars, they further improved the magic network power supply. Unless it is destroyed from the inside, it can only be slowly consumed!"
Or use a powerful magical attack to directly overload the rune hub inside the magical barrier.
However, Kel'Thuzad didn't say this, given the current situation of their army, they didn't have such a caster.
If he still had a body, he could unite all the necromancers in the Scourge and cast a legion-level attack spell to directly shake the magic network energy in the ley lines.
"Humph!"
Arthas snorted coldly and said dissatisfied: "A small stronghold of the High Elves has blocked us. How can we conquer Silvermoon City? Rivendare, go and summon the gargoyle army back to attack from the sky!"
"Notify the lurkers in Silvermoon City and let them find a way to cut off the magic power supply!"
The magic network energy is mainly transmitted through the ley lines. Generally speaking, the weakest position of the magic barrier is the top, which is like the end of a blood vessel, where the magic power supply cannot keep up!
"Yes, sir!!"
Soon, the Scourge Legion increased its troops again. Not only was the entire periphery of the Sun Sanctum densely packed with undead soldiers, but there were also meat wagons throwing corpses in the air, and more than two thousand gargoyles circling in the sky.
The gargoyles kept impacting the top of the magical barrier. Arthas's judgment was correct. The top of the magical barrier was indeed the weakest place. Under the gargoyles' attack, the entire magical barrier rippled.
"Let the dragonhawk riders take off. We can't let them continue to attack the magical barrier!"
Kael'thas glanced at the chaotic magic network energy and issued an order to dispatch the air force.
"General Sylvanas, please have the Farstrider Rangers ready. It is estimated that the gargoyles will soon break through the loopholes in the magical barrier. Please carry out air defense strikes at that time!"
"No problem, Your Highness."
After entering the Sun Sanctum, the ranged attacks had been handed over to the mages of the Sunfury and Eclipse Legions. The flame storms they jointly cast were more damaging to those skeletons and ghouls. After the rangers replenished some special arrows, they became reserves instead.
At this time, in the Sunstrider Spire of Silvermoon City, Sun King Anasterian convened all the members of the Silvermoon Council for an emergency meeting.
On the magical light screen in the meeting hall, the scene of the Sun Sanctum was being shown.