Azeroth’s Death Track

God King Skovald!

In the ancient Temple of Kings, the guardian of the temple, a majestic giant with a body of stone, shouted:

You villain who drinks evil energy! You are not worthy to participate in this holy trial, get out!

The 5-meter-tall rock giant roared, and he raised his fist. The god-given body contained unimaginable power. According to the ancient legends of the Vrykul, this rock giant named Yunas was the messenger of the gods. , he can smash a mountain with a single blow, and in the past countless years, many legendary vrykul warriors have tried to defeat Jonas to pass the test of strength set by Odin, but none of them people succeed.

Now, a new challenger appears!

But he... is a real villain and a madman.

God King Skovald was wearing dark green demon iron armor, and the inscription carved by the demon himself flowed with the power of demon energy, and the only remaining eyes of this tall Vrykul were also shining with flames of demon energy. He looked at the rock giant roaring at him with a disdainful gaze, his voice was hoarse, as if he had drank deadly poison and his throat was hoarse.

I'm a vrykul! Old dim-eyed bastard, which of Odin's precepts tells you that a vrykul cannot take part in the trials he leaves behind?

You drank fel energy! You are corrupt!

Yunus stood in the steel hall blessed by Odin, the power of the orthodox titan guardian shone behind him, and he scolded like a judge:

Your flesh and blood are 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 tainted these two words, now, get out! While you can still act, otherwise, I will personally send you out!

so what?

God King Scovald carried the burning fel sword on his shoulders, and he spat rudely and disdainfully at the sacred ground at his feet. Light shone in his eyes:

My power is all won by myself! I am the most powerful vrykul in this fjord, and I am the king of gods! Even Odin cannot ignore my power, let alone you! You This idiot!

enough!

Yunus didn't want to waste time with this villain in front of him anymore. Tens of thousands of years ago, he accepted the will of Odin, the guardian of the titans and the holy chief manager, to preside over Odin's three trials in the Temple of Kings One of the strength trials, only the warriors who passed this trial are eligible to continue the next two trials.

Only warriors who have completely passed the three trials are eligible to go to the Valagarh, the Hall of Valor that flies in the sky, where they can receive the supreme artifact Aegram's Shield that symbolizes endless glory from the supreme Odin, and On behalf of the glory of Odin, go to the land of shadows to fight against the rebellious queen of hell 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 the legend was sung until now, no one has passed the three harsh trials...

As the host of the power trial, the rock giant Yunus was bestowed by Odin with powerful divine power, which is unmatched by any mortal.

However, at the moment when Yunus, who became extremely angry because of Skovald's provocation, raised his fists and wanted to smash the dregs full of evil energy into meatloaf, Skovald De Ke secretly took out a stone warhammer overflowing with blue light from the backpack on his back, and at the moment when Yunus' fists fell down, the god king laughed and raised the warhammer high.

idiot!

The earth is in my hands!

kuang

The Hammer of Kazgros, whose internal control was removed, erupted at this moment with the purest power of the earth. The sacred object used by the Titans to shape the world has irreversible control over all rocks and soil. The body of the extremely powerful Yunus in front of him is also made of rocks...

boom

The cruel Scovald didn't intend to keep the host of this power trial at all, he didn't intend to share this glory with others at all, he wanted to kill Jonas and make him the last of Odin's three trials , and the only winner.

Die, die! Trash!

Dazzling blue light shone in the hands of the evil god king, and the scream of the rock giant Yunus accompanied by the sound of the stone cracking was also rippling in the light. After ten seconds, the god king took back the holy hammer, while before The rock giant who tried to judge him has been reduced to a piece of rubble on the earth, and no one can see his original body anymore.

Strength test? Ha, I passed!

The brutal God King put the Hammer of Khazgoros in front of his eyes. He looked at this powerful holy object, and a trace of greed flickered in his single eye shining with evil energy, but unfortunately, this thing was borrowed by those cunning Dreadlords. For him to use, after passing the strength test, he will return it, which somewhat makes Skovald a little upset.

But thinking of the fact that he will inevitably hold a more powerful shield of Aggramar in the future, the God King is relieved.

Will he obey those arrogant dreadlords again when he gets the legendary shield that can make the bearer truly invincible? No! of course not!

At that time, I will let them know who is the master!

Skovald let out a deep laugh. He put the hammer back into the backpack behind him, then bent down, and took out a crystal fragment shining with golden light from the wreckage of the rock giant Yunus, and took it with him. Follow the fragment into the deepest part of the sacred Temple of Kings, where a strange mechanical device is placed. Any technician with engineering experience can tell at a glance that this is a superb engineering device.

But the God King is just a rude Vrykul warrior. He doesn't care about the meaning behind this thing at all. He just put the golden fragment into the black engineering instrument according to the legendary method. The next moment, a touch of The light shone on Scovald's body, and after the light disappeared, a strange spell appeared on the forehead of the God King.

That is the rune 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 gate to Valarjar will be opened for this warrior.

Ten minutes later, the proud God King returned to his clan with a stone head. He threw the rock head at his berserk warriors who drank the fel energy, causing bursts of cheers , Amidst the cheers, the God King who had returned from victory returned to his big hut, where an uninvited guest was already waiting for him.

swish

The Hammer of Kazgoros was thrown to Tichondrius who was waiting there. The God King pointed to the spell on his forehead and said to the Dreadlord:

The first trial is complete. 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 My mother will be willing to give me some help.

Odin's second trial of will was presided over by the storm dragons in Stormfjord. These dragons blessed with the power of thunder are Odin's family members. It is rumored that the chief administrator does not trust his colleagues The five giant dragon legions belonging to the guardian system, for this reason, he created the storm dragon to act on his will.

Very good! The Council of Fear will support you as always, Skovald.

Tichondrius put the holy hammer with blue light into the space. It looked at the arrogant Vrykul in front of him. A killing intent flashed in the dreadlord's heart. Hey, wait until this idiot gets back the shield of Aggramar for the legion , this arrogant bastard is worthless, at that time, it will kill this guy with his own hands...

Because of the stupid arrogance he displayed in front of the Fear Council!

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While the operation against the Aegis of Aggramar in Stormheim was going smoothly, on the not-too-distant Suramar ruins, fiery red maple leaves fell all over the weather-beaten land. Ten thousand years ago, During the period of the Elf Empire, this place was the jewel in the palm of Queen Azshara, and it was the most magnificent city in the Elf Empire except the capital Jin Azshara.

What's worth mentioning is that Ms. Maiev and her younger brother Jarod Shadowsong were born in this city, and the ancestral house of the Shadowsong family still exists in this city.

However, 10,000 years ago, when Queen Azshara's obsession with power attracted a violent demon army, the highborne here had already felt the threat. In order to protect her city, Queen Azshara's royal magister Ms. Elisande had to activate an ancient artifact in that disaster, using the power of ancient inheritance to protect her entire city.

And it is precisely because of this advance protection that the city survived the explosion of the Well of Eternity.

In other words, the power of this ancient artifact can rival the terrifying energy that shattered the entire world when the Well of Eternity exploded... This thing that sheltered the city of Suramar is not a mortal thing, absolutely not!

Now, the legion has returned to this world secretly, and this treasure that sheltered Suramar City has naturally fallen into the coveted eyes of the legion demons.

On this land of ruins, which is close to the endless sea and covered with fiery red maple leaves, from a distance, a semi-circular purple shield is firmly attached to a magnificent elf city. The arcane rays of light appear so bright and thrilling in the mist above the sea.

That means power, that's power...

How are you thinking, Children of the Night!

The current real leader of the Dreadlord, the first lord Cassanatiel, stood impatiently outside this city shrouded in arcane magic power, and stared disdainfully at the elven swordsman holding a unique magic blade in front of him. , this guy is still wearing the ancient magic armor that was popular 10,000 years ago, and Cassanatil couldn't help recalling the scene of the Burning Legion's invasion of this world 10,000 years ago.

I have to say, it's been 10,000 years, but your taste is still so bad!

The Dreadlord said in a cold voice:

What did your female leader say?

The chief magic swordsman of the great magister Elisande, the martial arts master Maximilian who is well-known throughout Suramar City looked at the dreaded demon king in front of him. Having seen such a powerful demon on the battlefield, he is still afraid of the war 10,000 years ago, a war that almost destroyed the world.

Facing Kassanatier's questioning, Maximilian swallowed his saliva. The noble magic swordsman hesitated for a moment, and then said to the Dreadlord:

What you want is the lifeblood of Suramar... The Grand Magister has to be cautious. It's easy to hand over the Eye of Aman'Thul to you, but what about this city and the people in this city?

That's your business! Bugs!

Varimathas behind Casanatyr snorted coldly:

Either hand over the Eye of Aman'Thul, or die! It may take several months for the Legion to conquer 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 magister Elisande who ruled Suramar with power for 10,000 years. The magic swordsman pretended to pull out the magic sword with double-edged blades on his back , The elite magic swordsmen behind him pulled out their weapons in unison, and put on a gesture of burning everything together.

And at the moment when the conflict was about to break out, Cassanatiel suddenly stretched out his hand to stop Varimathras from continuing to threaten. The cunning first lord squinted his eyes, and it seemed to smell the fear in the heart of the magic swordsman in front of him. it said softly:

Why is it so serious? Guys...we're here to talk business...but I don't think you can decide, poor boy, you see, I personally prefer to settle this matter peacefully, Why don't we follow you back to meet your great magister...Of course we won't let the people in this city die...We're not crazy.

The first lord narrowed his eyes, and it 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 very good agreement with Ms. Elisande, an agreement that can satisfy both parties...

Let your people open the door, magic swordsman!

Open the gates and welcome guests from the Legion...Suramar will be reborn, we will help you! Believe me, you will eventually understand...I am friendly, and I come with true salvation!