Crossing the Other World: My Warcraft System

With the blessing of the King of the Abyss, a black energy blocked his pierced abdomen and stopped the bleeding!

"Is this your final trump card, great king of the Vrykul?"

The giant Garin was particularly vicious today. Although every word he said in Wikul did not contain any swear words, and almost no "ma", and he even used honorifics for Ymiron, these words were like sharp swords that pierced his self-esteem!

"go to hell!"

Ymiron felt the tremendous power in his body, and the murderous intent in his eyes was about to burst out. The veins on his arms bulged, and he swung the giant sword named after him and slashed at Garin fiercely.

The power of this sword has surpassed the peak of legend, and it has a faint shadow of the power of a demigod.

But, he is not a demigod after all!

Garin took the sword easily!

The dark magic of Ranulf, the Lord of the Abyss, burst out from Imilon, trying to corrode Garin's body!

If Garin was just a demigod warrior, perhaps he would suffer a small loss!

There is a golden luster on Garin's bronze skin in giant form!

Under Imilon's astonished gaze, the black magic power was completely melted after it came into contact with Garin's body!

The attack is invalid!

Bang!

Garin's big feet kicked the Viking king in the chest, and his tall body fell beside his wife!

Angeboda hurriedly helped her husband up!

"You fell down before I even used any strength! Ymiron, you are nothing but this!"

Imilon was desperate!

There is no way he can win the fight, it looks like today will be the day he and the Dragon-Snatching Clan will be destroyed!

"The curse of flesh and blood on the Vrykul is the corruption of the Titan creations by the Old Gods. This curse is irreversible. Even if the Titan King Aman'Thul returns, it cannot be lifted."

Imilon, who still wanted to fight to the death, was stunned when he heard Garin's words and stopped charging.

"You know the curse on us!"

"That's right, the curse comes from the Ancient Gods, not the Titan Guardians. They are not worthy of such power!"

"This is impossible!"

Imilon felt dissatisfied when he heard Garin's derogatory tone. He was about to retort that he had nothing against the Titan Guardian, but then he remembered that this descendant who knew how many generations had passed the limit of mortal life and was at the same level of strength as the Titan Guardian!

"No need to refute," Garin saw the dissatisfaction in Ymiron's eyes, "I know the secrets of this world much better than you do. You, the Dragon Raider Clan, have abandoned your faith in the Titans, and I'm afraid you don't even remember your origins and former responsibilities!"

Ymiron was at a loss. He really didn't know the origin of the Vrykul. Moreover, the first generation of Rock Vrykul had been exiled by the Titans after being contaminated by the Curse of Flesh and Blood. Their original duties were taken over by the second generation of Iron Vrykul, and duties had nothing to do with them anymore.

Looking at Ymiron's expression, Garin knew that his words had worked, so he directly told him the origin of the Rock Vrykul, their exile by the Titans, the great changes in Ulduar, and the separation of the Titan guardians.

"No one can remove the curse of flesh and blood, but the Vrykul can use special methods to curb the deterioration of the curse!"

After the War of the Ancients, the sky collapsed and the earth broke apart. Some of the vrykul who followed Tyr south stayed in Tirisfal Glades to take care of their weak offspring. After Tyr's death, one group of vrykul came to Stormheim in order to seek protection from the powerful Odin. Unfortunately, they were involved in the struggle between Odin and his adopted daughter Hela. These vrykul then moved to the mountains and called themselves the "Tideskorn" clan.

They built Hedasshar in Stormheim of the Broken Isles and have been multiplying there for tens of thousands of years, but they didn't even get destroyed because of giving birth to deformed children?

"I can help you contain the curse and let you take revenge on the source of the flesh and blood curse, but there is only one condition. You, the Dragon Raider Clan, must submit to me and be loyal to me!"

"Submit or perish, Ymiron. The future of the Dragon Raider Clan lies in your choice!"

After Garin finished speaking, he waited quietly. Everyone in the alliance held their breath and watched the fate of the Dragon Flayer Clan.

"Can you really curb the curse on us and stop our bodies from continuing to weaken?" Ymiron asked.

Compared to revenge against the Old Gods, he was more concerned about the curse. Just kidding, that was an evil god that even the Titan Guardians couldn't deal with.

revenge?

nonexistent.

"Yes, it's more effective than the Lich King's method and doesn't require transformation into an undead body!"

When faced with a problem, there is no shortage of light. Garin's way of solving the curse is so simple and crude.

It just so happened that the next list of candidates for the Glory Orcs had not yet come out, the Black Dragons no longer had any young dragons to lightforge, and the Cathedral could not be idle, so Garin, the boss, had received a new batch of orders.

Ymiron hesitated for a moment, and finally pulled his wife to kneel in front of Garin: "The Dragon Raider Clan is willing to be loyal to you forever!"

Garin was not surprised by this result. In the original time and space, Ymiron and his queen would choose to be loyal to the Lich King, so they would definitely not let the Dragonflayer Clan be destroyed. After all, there was not much difference between being loyal to the Lich King and being loyal to Garin to them.

Moreover, compared to the smelly army of the dead, Garin's group of living people were more in line with their senses.

"You made the right choice, Ymiron!"

Garin cancelled his transformation, shrunk back to his original size, and put on a close-fitting leather armor.

"Utgarde Keep will still belong to your Dragon Raider Clan, but the lands south of the river will be returned to the Alliance countries from today on."

"Choose a group of your most elite warriors, and I will try to contain the curse for them!"

"Also send your best beast trainer to teach us how to train the Proto-Dragon!!"

Everyone in the alliance was smiling. After all, after obtaining the Proto-Dragon egg, it was always too slow to tame it by themselves. Now that Garin had spoken, with the Dragon-Flayer Clan's hands-on teaching, their Proto-Dragon Knight troops would be formed much faster!

Compared to the Alliance's development progress in Howling Fjord, the Borean Tundra to the west has not been so smooth.

The dragon-flayer vrykul of Howling Fjord are the largest force there, but the Borean moss principle is much more complicated.