Hela, a forger of the Titans, was once an ally of Odin.
In order to protect the safety of Azeroth, Odin built the Hall of Valor with the help of Hela, and transformed suitable vrykul souls into heroic spirits to deal with the possible invasion of foreign enemies at any time.
Because after death, mortal souls will enter the mysterious Kingdom of Shadows. This is a dangerous place that even Odin dare not easily set foot in. In order to extradite suitable vrykul souls from the Kingdom of Shadows into the Hall of Valor, it is necessary to create a model that can travel between reality and shadows.
The kingdom of Val'kyr is always in a spiritual state.
No Vrykul was willing to become a Val'kyr. Odin wanted to forcibly convert some Vrykul into Val'kyr. Hela meant that the Vrykul's choice must be respected, and the two had a disagreement.
Odin's despicable and shameless sneak attack on Hela shattered Hela's physical form, and then twisted her soul to become the first Val'kyr in history. This made the hatred between the two reach an irreconcilable level.
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Later, with the help of the conspirator Loken, Hela was able to break away from Odin's shackles and gain her own will. She exiled her former ally and current enemy Odin and his Hall of Valor, and created the Abyss under the Hall of Valor.
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In this way, Hela replaced Odin's position and was in charge of all vrykul souls.
Hela's huge body has not entered the real world. What's on the ghost ship is just a projection of her. Probably because she misses the good times of having a physical form, the projected Hela shows a charming smile:
"The dead souls of Silvermoon City belong to me, so what do you get? Guardian Medivh."
Reminiscent of the abyss of the underworld and the terrifying and twisted form of Hela's true form, Medivh felt an extreme sense of discomfort. He lowered his head, not looking at Hela's appearance, and reluctantly replied:
"These dead souls need to return to their bodies, serve me, fight under the banner of the Scourge, and slander Arthas's reputation. In ten years at most, they will return to the Abyss of Hell and become your warriors."
Hela flew to Medivh, looked directly into his eyes, and laughed:
"You are an insidious person, Guardian Medivh. If Odin hadn't been too stubborn, I would never have become an ally with you." After a pause, Hela began to bargain: "I don't think the souls of high elves can
The heroic souls that are stronger than the vrykul, the brave and capable vrykul are the most perfect creations of the Titans, so this is not enough."
Medivh hesitated for a long time, and finally threw out another weight: "I admit that the Titan's creation is close to perfection, but through natural selection and evolution, a perfect race will also be born, a high elf without magic addiction, no matter
I know if I can satisfy you, Ms. Hela."
"You are interesting, Medivh, but you have misjudged me and you have overestimated your own value."
Hela showed a mysterious smile, spoke resolutely, and said proudly: "I just want to prove to Odin that the Helagar I built has more power than Odin's Waragar Army. Odin is wrong.
A high elf with no addiction to magic. This is not enough to attract me, so you can keep it for yourself."
"So what about Arthas' power?" Medivh had no choice but to show his final trump card. He had no choice but to share the results that he had not yet surrendered:
"I think you should know what the power of Frostmourne means, the overwhelming undead scourge, those tall abominations, the gargoyles filling the sky, the death knights stepping across the earth. God knows what else the Scourge will do, maybe they
Maybe we can resurrect the dragon!"
Hela's pupils suddenly tightened.
The war has brought wounds to Silvermoon City that will never heal. There are broken walls and rubble. The war has not been extinguished and the place is already in ruins.
Seeing that the Scourge had evacuated, Medivh floated in the air and shouted loudly:
"Dead souls of Silvermoon City! I have graciously given you a chance, but your king is stubborn and would rather believe in the cruel orcs. You must know that today, your entire race will perish, and the legacy of your ancestors will also be destroyed.
Obliterated! Death himself has come to take over your amazing kingdom!"
"Stop shouting." Hela's face was dark: "There is no one here anymore, neither living nor dead."
Medivh was obviously stunned. After the orcs massacred Silvermoon City, he was eager to go to the Hell Abyss to invite Hela. This had been planned long ago, and he did not know that Arthas had resurrected the people in the city.
"Our deal is terminated, Medivh." Hela said rudely.
The ghost ship drew a white trail, and the black field moved quickly and quickly disappeared into the depths of the ocean.
"Arthas, you did a great job, beyond my expectations, but do you think this is the end?" Medivh clapped his hands, and the fear lord Tichondrius appeared in front of him.
"Great Guardian, the seeds of darkness have been buried. Sylvanas has become the leader of the Forsaken. A cowardly, fear-dominated Queen of Darkness will be a good internal response for us."
"Sylvanas will talk later." Medivh narrowed his eyes and said fiercely: "The Scourge's crimes are not enough. It is just Silvermoon City, which is not enough to attract the attention of all races. We still need more blood.
, just follow the original plan, and it’s Dalaran’s turn to be destroyed.”
"I will inform Sal and act according to the previous plan."
The ghost ship sailed quietly on the sea, and the handsome Hela projection fell into deep thought.
The Shadow Realm contains a great secret. It is an ancient world that is not attached to Azeroth and even existed as early as the birth of mortals in the physical universe.
In exchange for one of his eyes, Odin could only see the mist at the edge of the Shadow Realm.
Arthas' power must be related to the secrets of the Shadow Realm. Hela felt the power of the world of the dead escaping from Silvermoon City. Hela had a hunch that Arthas was a much more reliable ally than Medivh.
Odin's betrayal made Hela much more vigilant, and she would not trust anyone easily.
"It requires contact and testing, and a gradual understanding to determine whether Alsace is a trustworthy person."
Hela made up her mind and sent out a Val'kyr.
The Violet Castle and the singing of birds and the fragrance of flowers in the back garden still couldn't calm the pain in Sal's heart.
"Damn Elf Prince Kael'thas, I must kill you first before dealing with Arthas."
Thrall cursed fiercely, his temper became more and more violent, and many orc shamans had been chopped into meat paste and made into flower fertilizer.
In Silvermoon City, a furious blow from Kael'thas caused Thrall to accidentally burn off a certain part of his body.
With the high level of magic in Azeroth, various healing spells are rampant, and even the dead can be resurrected. This injury is nothing at all. Thrall himself is a shaman, so he quickly recovered as before.
But for some unknown reason, that part is no longer useful.
Thrall didn't dare to say anything. After all, he was the orc warchief. If people knew that he was failing in some aspects, wouldn't it be a great shame and humiliation? How could he have the dignity to manage the orc army?
It's a matter of a man's dignity and nothing can be done carelessly.
He secretly found doctors, and if they couldn't be cured, he could only kill them and keep them secret.
The shamans among the orcs are almost exterminated, and they still haven't improved, but are getting worse.
I can only seek help from some heretics! (To be continued)