Chinese Warriors in World of Warcraft

Chapter 885 The Throat of Soul Devourer
Soul Devouring Throat.

This is a strange sea area, shrouded in gray mist everywhere, some dilapidated ships are docked on the shore, or driving on the ocean.

The breath of death filled it.

It's like being in the legendary hell.

God King Skovald has come to this area.

He doesn't know what fate awaits him, but he knows:

Either way, it's better than it is now.

He saw many hideous-looking dead vrykuls, the Kvaldir.

According to ancient legends, Hyalya created the abyss of Hell with her magical attainments comparable to Odin and the Great Guardian Rai, coupled with her anger and the power of the Kingdom of Shadows.

The heroes among the Vrykul will rise to the Hall of Valor after death and become Val'kyr or Valagar, while those cursed souls will be attracted by Hell and become angry ghosts, that is, Krona. Wadir.

They were one with the mists of the ocean, and moved in and out with the ebb and flow of the tide.

An eternal fire of malice and pain burns in their souls, driving them to plunder the shores of Kalimdor for all eternity.

And here, the Soul Devouring Throat, is the first stop of the cursed soul.

Only after arriving here and waiting in the thick fog, can the legendary "Nagfar" be sent to the abyss of Hell to be transformed by Herya's power.

As king of the vrykul, Skovald has spent his life fighting the Kvaldir and knows this place all too well.

He didn't know how many Kvaldir he had killed, and he had been here many times, but this time was different.

He heard Haierya's call, came here, and defected to Haierya.

Since Odin doesn't value me, then help Hyalya overthrow him!

An ancient and decaying ship sailed from the mist.

There was only one person on board, a vrykul-looking man.

But when the breeze blew his cloak, it revealed little stars, just like the deep starry sky in the night sky.

Skovald remembered the old legend.

Hablon, the helmsman of the Naglfar, is a mysterious existence.

He is not a vrykul, nor is he a titan-forged.

He is another kind of noble existence.

No one knows why he hangs out with Herya, but there is no doubt about one thing:
He is a marvelous noble being.

"Get on the boat." When the underworld ship docked, Hablon's voice sounded, as deep as the starry sky.

Scovald hesitated for a moment, then shook his head.

Now that the decision has been made, why hesitate?
He strode forward, jumped up, and landed firmly in the cabin.

set sail.

I couldn't see anything around, and the thick fog blocked everything.

Skovald had no idea where the abyss of Hell was, and no one knew.

Don't know how long it took.

Finally, he came to a corrupt country and felt the negative side of the soul:
decrepit.

It is said that Hell is another kingdom of shadows, and it is true.

"Follow the guidance of the cursed soul, and you will meet Hyarya." Hablon's voice sounded.

Scovald disembarked.

He took a deep breath and stepped forward.

He knew that he would embrace his own destiny, a destiny not controlled by Odin.

…………

"Halya's curse binds me and prevents me from leaving this temple, and neither can Aiur."

On the throne, Odin's voice sounded: "So, everything can only depend on you. Nicholas, Uther, and Eudon. Your strength is not enough. I will let Heya and Heimdall lead Valkyrie and Valla Gal helps you, but... that's not enough."

"I have help."

Jiang Jie smiled and looked to the north, which was the direction of the abyss of Hell: "Hairya's ambitions have expanded. The hand of Hell has reached out to areas other than Stormfjord, touching the interests of other similar existences."

"Is that so? I didn't expect to cooperate with him. Well, it's different now, we can cooperate."

Odin obviously knew who Jiang Jie was talking about, and reluctantly nodded: "You guys, when are you going to leave?"

Jiang Jie smiled: "Now."

…………

In order to deal with the dangers that Azeroth must face, Odin created the Hall of Valor and recruited Val'kyr and Valarjar.

Today, tens of thousands of years have passed.

Although there was an accident in the middle, Hyarya and Hell took away at least half of the dead vrykul souls, but so far, the number of Val'kyr and Valagar has reached a very impressive number:

eight hundred.

Add up, there are eight hundred.

not much?

Not many, any human city can pull out so many people.

There were only 800 people in tens of thousands of years, and only one was recruited in about 100 years. This ratio is really exaggerated.

however……

What if they are all legends?
Eight hundred Val'kyr, Valaghar, eight hundred legends.

There are [-] rare legends in the human world!
Even if you add up all the races of the Alliance and the Horde, I'm afraid you can't find [-] legends, [-] or even less.

This is the background of Odin, the accumulation of tens of thousands of years by the director general of Azeroth.

This is a force capable of sweeping across the entire Azeroth.

Now, under the leadership of Heya and Heimdall, they are standing behind Jiang Jie.

They came to the Maw of Souls.

Looking at the heavy fog in front of him, Jiang Jie let go of his spiritual perception.

He discovered that the fog here is actually similar to the fog in Pandaria, both of which can block sight and spiritual perception.

Even his demigod-level spirit couldn't penetrate too far.

The mists of Pandaria are formed by Shaohao's spirit, and the mists here are the power leaked from the abyss of Hell.

Shaohao is indeed powerful, but how can he compare with the mighty Hairya?
"Is there a way to dispel the fog?" Jiang Jie asked.

"No."

Heimdall was dressed in golden armor, holding a sword, and shook his head slightly: "These fogs are formed by the death energy and decayed soul power of the abyss of Hell. They are formed by countless cursed souls. Even demigods cannot dispel them." So many cursed souls... maybe only Odin and Aiur can."

Odin and Al can?
Jiang Jie smiled slightly, and turned to look at Uther: "Al is the god of Val'kyr, who controls the unimaginable energy of the holy light, and can use the holy light to dispel the fog. Although the energy of the holy light you control is not as good as Al, but you have three artifacts, if you add them up, you may not be worse than Al."

Jiang Jie didn't say much, Uther understood what he meant.

He took a step forward, wearing golden armor, exactly the same as Heimdall's.

It is a gift from Odin.

This is the work of the Stormforge, titan-forged, legendary.

It was originally prepared for Valagar, and the style is huge, but the items cast by the titans naturally have the effect of adapting to the body shape, and it fits Uther very well.

Later, this set of armor was reforged by the power of the Shield of Aggramar, the Hammer of the Silver Hand, and the Fist of Tyr. successor.

More suitable for Uther.

Uther raised his hand, his right arm glowed with holy light, and the silver hand hammer was in his hand.

He raised his left hand, the shield of Aggramar in it.

Uther in this state controls the holy light energy beyond ordinary demigods.

In terms of energy level alone, it is indeed comparable to Al.

This is because he has not been fully recognized by the three artifacts.

Otherwise, with these three artifacts alone, he would be on an equal footing with the five-color dragon king and the elemental lord.

Uther raised his arms, and the hammer struck the shield.

The golden light shines brightly, illuminating a radius of one kilometer.

Wherever it went, the fog receded.

Although he didn't care about dispelling all the fog from the Maw of Soul Devourer, it was enough.

Thousands of Kvaldir emerged, charging towards them.

The war has begun!

(End of this chapter)