In the ancient Temple of the Kings, the guardian who was ordered to guard the temple, a majestic giant with a rock body, shouted loudly:
"A villain who drinks evil energy! You are not worthy of participating in this sacred trial, get out!"
The 5-meter-tall rock giant roared and raised his fist. The god-given body contained unimaginable power. In the ancient legend of the Vrykul people, this rock giant named Yunus was the messenger of the gods.
, he can smash a mountain with one punch, and in the past countless years, many legendary Vrykul warriors have tried to defeat Yunus to pass the test of strength set by Odin, but none of them
People succeed.
Now, a new challenger has appeared!
But he... is an out-and-out villain and fanatic.
God-King Skovard wears dark green evil iron armor, and the inscriptions carved by the devil himself flow with the power of evil energy, and the remaining eyes of this tall Vrykul also shine with the flames of evil energy. He holds a burning hand
He held up his sword and looked at the rock giant roaring at him with a disdainful look. His voice was hoarse, as if he had drunk a deadly toxin and made his throat hoarse.
"I'm a vrykul! You dim-eyed bastard, which of Odin's instructions tells you that a vrykul cannot participate in the trials he left behind?"
"You drank evil! You are corrupted!"
Yunus stood in the steel hall blessed by Odin, with the power of the orthodox Titan guardian shining behind him. He scolded like a judge:
"Your flesh and blood is no longer pure! Your will is no longer noble! Your soul has fallen into the abyss... You are no longer the warrior Odin desires! You have soiled these two words, now, get out!
Take advantage of the time when you can still move, otherwise, I will personally "send" you out!"
"So what?"
God King Skovard carried the burning evil sword on his shoulders. He spat rudely and disdainfully at the sacred ground at his feet. He looked at the rock giant in front of him who was presiding over the trial with a cunning look.
The light shines in his eyes:
"I won all my power by myself! I am the most powerful Vrykul in this fjord, and I am the God-King! Even Odin cannot ignore my power, let alone you! You
This idiot!"
"Enough!"
Yunas no longer wanted to waste time with the villain in front of him. Thousands of years ago, he accepted the will of Odin, the guardian of the Titans and the sacred chief administrator, and presided over Odin's three major trials in the Temple of Kings.
One of the strength trials, only warriors who pass this trial are qualified to continue the next two trials.
Only warriors who have completely passed the three trials are qualified to go to Valajar, the Hall of Valor flying in the sky, where they will receive the supreme artifact "Aegrama Shield" that symbolizes endless glory from the hands of the supreme Odin, and
On behalf of Odin's glory, he went to the Kingdom of Shadows to defeat the rebellious Queen Hela and her army of dead souls.
This is an ancient legend that has shrouded the entire land of Stormheim for tens of thousands of years, but from the first day that legend began to be sung to the present, no one has been able to pass the three harsh trials...
As the host of the trial of strength, the rock giant Yunus was given powerful divine power by Odin, which no mortal can match.
However, at the moment when Yunus, who became extremely angry because of Skovald's provocation, raised his fists and wanted to smash the scum in front of him that was full of evil energy into meat pies, Skovald
De Que secretly took out a stone warhammer filled with blue light from the backpack on his back. The moment Yunus smashed it down with his fists, the God King laughed and raised the warhammer high.
"idiot!"
"The earth is in my hands!"
"哐"
The Hammer of Khazgoros, which had had its internal control removed, burst out with the purest power of the earth at this moment. The holy object that the Titans once used to shape the world has irreversible control over all rocks and soil.
The body of the extremely powerful Yunus in front of me is also made of rock...
"boom"
The cruel Skovard had no intention of keeping the host of the Trial of Strength. He had no intention of sharing this glory with others. He wanted to kill Yunus and make him the last of Odin's three major trials.
, and the only winner.
"Die, die! Waste!"
A dazzling blue light shone in the hands of the Evil God King, and the screams of the rock giant Yunas, accompanied by the sound of cracking stones, also rippled in the light. After more than ten seconds, the God King took back the Holy Hammer, and before
The rock giant who tried to judge him had turned into a piece of rubble on the ground, and no one could see his original body anymore.
"Test of strength? Ha, I passed!"
The cruel God King placed the Hammer of Khazgoroth in front of his eyes. He looked at this powerful holy object, and a trace of greed flashed in his single eye shining with evil energy. But unfortunately, this thing was borrowed by those cunning Dread Demon Kings.
After passing the test of strength, he had to return the items given to him for use, which made Skovard somewhat unhappy.
But thinking that he would definitely hold a more powerful Shield of Aggramar in the future, the God King felt relieved.
After he gets the legendary artifact shield that can make the holder truly invincible, will he listen to the orders of those arrogant Dread Lords again? No! Of course not!
"At that time, I will let them know who is the master!"
Skovard let out a deep laugh. He put the holy hammer back into the backpack on his back, then bent down and took out a crystal fragment shining with golden light from the remains of the rock giant Yunus, and then took it with him
Following the fragment, we walked into the deepest part of the sacred Temple of the Kings, where a strange piece of mechanical equipment was placed. Any technician with engineering experience could tell at a glance that this was a superb piece of engineering equipment.
But the God King was just a rude Vrykul warrior. He didn't care about the meaning behind this thing at all. He just followed the legendary method and put the golden fragment into the black engineering instrument. The next moment, with a touch of
The light shone on Skoward's body, and after the light disappeared, a strange spell appeared on the God King's forehead.
That is the rune used by Odin, which represents the winner of the trial of strength. Only with this rune can one be qualified to continue the next trial of will and courage.
After the different runes represented by the three trials are collected, the door to Valarjar will be opened for this warrior.
Ten minutes later, the proud God King returned to his clan with a stone head in his hands. He threw the stone head at his violent warriors who had drunk evil energy, causing bursts of cheers.
, amidst the cheers, the victorious God-King returned to his big shed, where an uninvited guest was already waiting for him.
"Shua"
The Hammer of Khazgoroth was thrown to Tichondrius who was waiting there. The God King pointed to the incantation on his forehead and said to the Dread Lord:
"The first trial is completed. My people are trapping those storm dragons. Soon, I will start to challenge the second trial. In exchange for the lives of those storm dragons, I believe that the dragon
The mother association is willing to give me some "help"."
Odin's second trial of will is hosted by the storm dragons of Stormheim. These dragons who have been blessed with the power of thunder are Odin's dependents. Rumor has it that the chief administrator does not trust his colleagues.
The five dragon legions belonging to the guardian system, for this reason, he created the storm dragon to represent his will.
"Very good! The Fear Council will support you as always, Skovard."
Tichondrius put the blue-light holy hammer into the space. It looked at the arrogant Vrykul in front of him. A murderous intention flashed in the heart of the Dread Lord. Hehe, wait until this idiot retrieves the Shield of Aggramar for the legion.
, this arrogant bastard will have no value. At that time, it will kill this guy with its own hands...
Because of the foolish arrogance he displayed in front of the Parliament of Fear!
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While Stormheim's operation against the "Shield of Aggramar" was proceeding smoothly, on the ruins of Suramar not far away, fiery red maple leaves covered the weathered land. Ten thousand years ago,
During the Elf Empire period, this place was the apple of Queen Azshara's eye. It was the most magnificent city in the Elf Empire besides the capital of Jin Azshara.
It is worth mentioning that Ms. Maiev and his brother Jarod Shadowsong were born in this city, and the ancestral home of the Shadowsong family still exists in this city.
However, 10,000 years ago, when Queen Azshara's obsession with power attracted the violent demon army, the upper elves here had already felt the threat. Before the threat of the earth and sky breaking apart, the leader of this city,
In order to protect her city, Queen Azshara's royal grand mage, Ms. Elisande, had to activate an ancient artifact during the disaster, and used the power of ancient inheritance to protect her entire city.
And it is precisely because of this early protection that the city survived the collapse of the Well of Eternity.
In other words, the power of this ancient artifact can actually match the terrifying energy that shattered the entire world when the Well of Eternity exploded... This thing that protected the city of Suramar is not a mortal thing, absolutely not!
Now, the Legion has secretly returned to this world, and the treasure that protected Suramar City has naturally fallen into the coveted hands of the legion demons.
On this ruined land close to the Endless Sea and covered with fiery red maple leaves, looking from a distance, a semicircular purple shield is tightly buckled on a magnificent elf city. The shining purple
The arcane light appears so bright and thrilling in the mist above the sea.
That represents power, that is power...
"How are you thinking, children of the night!"
The current real leader of the Dread Lord, First Lord Cassanatil, stood impatiently outside this city shrouded in arcane magic. He stared disdainfully at the elf magic swordsman in front of him holding a unique magic blade.
, this guy was also wearing the ancient magic armor that was popular ten thousand years ago, which reminded Cassanatil of the scene when the Burning Legion invaded the world ten thousand years ago.
"I have to say that even though I haven't seen you for ten thousand years, your taste is still so bad!"
The Dread Lord said in a cold voice:
"What did your female leader say?"
Maximilian, the chief magic swordsman of the Grand Magister Elisande and renowned throughout Suramar City, looked at the Dread Lord in front of him. During the ancient war ten thousand years ago, he had
Having seen such a powerful demon on the battlefield, he was still afraid of the war ten thousand years ago, a war that almost destroyed the world.
Faced with Cassanatir's question, Maximilian swallowed. The noble magic swordsman hesitated for a moment, and then said to the Dread Lord:
"What you want is the lifeblood of Suramar... The Grand Magister has to treat it with caution. It is easy to hand over the Eye of Aman'Thul to you, but what should we do with this city and the people in this city?
"
"That's your business! Bugs!"
Varimathras, who was behind Kasanatil, snorted coldly:
"Either hand over the Eye of Aman'Thul or die! It may take months for the Legion to capture the entire world, but one night is enough to destroy this city!"
"Then we will choose to resist to the end! Devil!"
Maximilian was a little scared in his heart, but he was even more afraid of the great mage Elisande, who had ruled Suramar with power for ten thousand years. The magic swordsman pretended to pull out the double-edged magic sword behind his back.
, the elite magic swordsmen behind him drew their weapons in unison, assuming a posture of death.
And just when the conflict was about to break out, Kasanatil suddenly stretched out his hand to stop Varimathras from continuing to threaten. The cunning first lord squinted his eyes, as if he could smell the fear in the demon swordsman in front of him.
It whispered:
"Why is it so serious? Everyone...we are here to discuss business...but I don't think you can make the decision, poor kid. Look, I personally still hope to resolve this matter peacefully.
Why don't we follow you back to see your great mage... Of course we won't let the people in this city die... We are not crazy."
The First Lord narrowed his eyes and comforted the magic swordsman in front of him with a gentle tone, of course, with a hint of low spiritual power:
"I believe that I will reach a great agreement with Ms. Elisande, an agreement that will satisfy both parties..."
"Let your people open the door, Demon Swordsman!"
"Open the door and welcome guests from the Legion... Suramar will be reborn, and we will help you! Trust me, you will eventually understand... I am friendly, and I come with true salvation!"
