Azeroth Trail of Light

Who are you.

Dick, who walked out of the portal, looked at the half-giant in front of him. There was no doubt that this was a Vrykul, the first generation of Vrykul after the curse of flesh and blood. I can see it.

Ordinary vrykul, that is, the vrykul of Northrend, are generally about 3 meters tall. Although they are also called half giants, they will definitely not be able to reach the crazy momentum of this guy in front of him, the kind of wildness in the wild. A ferocious beast is purely a murderous aura tempered in endless battles.

Dick's side can't help but enter the fighting state, and the warrior Dalyan with the artifact may also be able to reach this level, but right now, he is likely to be killed by this vrykul in one move, and the gap is too great.

The Vrykul who fell from the sky ignored Dick's question, but put away his axe, tilted his head and looked at Dalyan. His face could not be seen under the helmet, but a trace of sarcasm could be seen from the corner of his mouth. , He stretched out his left hand and hooked it towards Dalyan.

The provocative meaning in it is self-evident, Dalyan tightly grasped the blade of wrath with both hands, and the sword moved beyond the ordinary at this moment, as if it was screaming violently.

Jaina wanted to stop Dalyan from coming forward, but was blocked by Dick,

It's a matter between fighters. Dalyan doesn't know what he's facing yet. Let him go! It's good for his future.

ah!

Maybe it was infected by the bloody aura lingering on the Blade of Wrath, maybe it was some kind of secret technique of this vrykul, in short, Dalyan involuntarily entered the state of anger mastery, his two eyes turned blood red, and his whole body was shattered. It also exuded the tragic murderous aura accumulated after countless bloody battles.

Thousands of ghosts were crying. At this moment, the invisible cold wind was circling around the body of the young soldier. Seeing this scene, Dick's eyes lit up. It seemed that Dalyan had not given up his pursuit of power. This kind of momentum showed that this guy I have already touched the essence of a trace of power.

When the Vrykul on the opposite side saw this scene, the sneer at the corner of his mouth slowly faded away. Originally, he only stretched out one hand, but now he moved his hands and put two fists outside his body.

Come, let me see your bravery!

The vrykul spoke aloud, but it was pure Titanic, and only Jaina, besides Dick, could barely understand it.

But it doesn't matter, Dalyan dragged the blade of anger backwards, lowered his body, and strode forward. The speed quickly reached the limit. When the speed and momentum reached the highest point, Dalyan jumped up, the blood in his hands The long sword flashed a wild and brilliant light in the air, and slashed hard at the vrykul's head.

This is definitely the blow that Dalyan gathered all his will and strength at one point, just like the attack that Dick made when he faced Nefarian, it is the strongest he can do now one strike.

Logically speaking, in the face of such a swift blow, the Vrykul's choice should be to retreat and force the edge away, but he did not. On the contrary, facing the long sword cut from the sky, instead of retreating, he greeted up.

The clenched fist of his left hand was like a thunder that pierced the calm. When he punched, he even broke through the air, causing a burst of laughter. The corners of Dick's eyes twitched. How powerful is this bastard?

That punch came later, and it hit Dalyan's sword-holding hands with precision, while his other hand was also clenched into a fist, and it was another powerful blow, hitting Dalyan's abdomen.

boom!

With a muffled sound, the body of the young warrior flew upside down in the air, and fell to the ground in a state of embarrassment. The blade of anger, which lost the sword holder, also buzzed in the air, until it was inserted into Vrykul. in the ground under one's feet.

Well, the momentum is not bad, but the combat skills and strength are weak.

The Vrykul who knocked down Dalyan shrugged his shoulders, he shook his head, and was about to turn around and leave, but at this moment, Dick's voice came to his ears here, the orthodox Titan language, There is also a trace of force that makes him feel pressure.

Of course it’s not because of Dick’s own power, but because of the guardian’s authority. The Vrykul, as titan creations, as the original titan guards, are the same as those tol’vir who are currently cautiously contacting the outside world. For the guardian’s authority, There is also obedience that comes from the bones.

But that was for ordinary Vrykuls, and this one in front of him is not ordinary at all.

Valagall's visitor, did you come here with Odin's will?

The Vrykul turned around a bit slower, he turned his head, and only then did he really pay attention to Dick, who was no threat to him, and then he saw the Orsis scepter in Dick's hand, and Dick's intention to extend it. out of the left hand.

He suddenly realized, no wonder Lord Odin set his first stop here!

You are Tyr's successor?

The Vrykul frowned and looked at Dick. His voice was like a low thunder, and coupled with his giant height, it was difficult to give people a sense of justice.

Why are you so weak? Not even comparable to this low-level fighter?

Hearing this, Dick couldn't help touching his nose, and raised his hands in embarrassment, Because of some special reasons, anyway, I'm curious, why are you here at this time? As far as I know, Valajar and the Hall of Valor should still be under the blockade of Hela, and you shouldn't be able to get out.

This remark caused the complexion under the Vrykul helmet to change several times rapidly, but soon, the tyrannical warrior waved his hand and said loudly,

This has nothing to do with you, Tyr's successor, you are so weak, and you are destined to be unable to help Lord Odin. As for why I came here, it has nothing to do with you. I can only say that I have an important burden on my back. Mission, don't stop me! Unless you can beat me!

Ah, warrior.

Dick rubbed his forehead with a headache. This is a true portrayal of the orthodox fighters. Everything starts from strength. The decisiveness is somewhat unacceptable, and there is no way to persuade them. They only recognize strength.

In fact, even in his heyday, facing the Vrykul in front of him, Dick was not sure of victory, uh, but he could at least guarantee that he would not be defeated.

Through breath perception, the vrykul in front of him is not so strong that people can't fight, his strength is probably above that of a hero, but with the blood and will of the ancestral vrykul, he is destined to be stronger than the peerless Most heroes are harder to deal with.

At least tell me your name, vrykul, we're on one side.

Seeing that the barbaric vrykul was about to leave, the paladin asked in a more serious tone, Could it be that you want to choose a new heroic spirit for the Hall of Valor?

Hey, you really know a lot!

The vrykul turned his head, and a ferocious smile emerged from the corner of his mouth under the helmet, No one has dared to ask so many questions in front of me, and I usually answer them with an axe, but what you said makes sense. You guessed it right, and my name is Gavincent, Gavincent Scovald, remember this name, he is destined to spread the name of Valagar all over the world!

Watching the tall vrykul quickly disappear into the swamps of Theramore, Dick had a headache.

Dalyan was knocked out by that blow, and now he is being picked up by Demeter who followed Dick, while Liadrin and Jaina are obviously very interested in the sudden appearance of the Vrykul.

My dear, why do you know him? And Valaghar, what is that?

Liadrin held Dick's arm and asked curiously. The paladin glanced at the direction where the Vrykul disappeared, and replied dully,

Varagarh is the warrior's temple, also known as the sky fortress or the sky fortress. It is the residence and barracks of Odin, the high-level guardian and commander of the war. Thousands of years ago, the most powerful warrior fought with fanaticism. He strives to enter Valagarh and become a never-tiring fighting spirit, in fact, that is where Odin chooses his soldiers, and it is said that only the most powerful warriors are eligible to enter.

The rest of the story is more complicated. I can't finish talking about the grievances and grievances between Odin, Hela, and the guardian of Ulduar. Dalyan is lucky. Although he failed, he at least Recognized by Gavincent Scovald, even after death in battle, the soul will go to the Hall of Valor and become an immortal heroic spirit.

Dick curled his lips, Good luck guy.

Jaina focused on a little more subtlety. She leaned close to Dick's ear and whispered,

The Vrykul's ax gives me the feeling that it is very similar to the flame of justice, the primordial stream, and even Dalyan's blade of anger, so is it?

That's right, that's also an artifact.

Dick's eyes narrowed, That should be the Valagar sword, one of the three sacred weapons of warriors, a weapon forged by Odin himself, and this mysterious Vrykul was also recognized by that weapon, making him Became the Dragon Slayer's Edge, that is to say, he held at least two swords and killed two storm dragons, it's not easy, it's not easy.

After finishing speaking, the paladin laughed twice, and he said to the two beauties who supported him with a smile,

That rude Vrykul thought I didn't know his mission. In fact, I felt it early in the morning. The long sword on his back, the Guardian of Truth, is really unimaginable. That weapon is actually in this situation. Appeared, it seems that his mission has something to do with this weapon.

The Guardian of Truth? Sounds like a shield.

Demetrius interjected, to the admiration of Dick,

That's right, Demi, that's a shield, that sword, it's just the key to find that shield, I just don't know now, which lucky guy is qualified to get that weapon, that's the best glory.

Speaking of this, Liadrin's eyes lit up, she looked at Dick,

Your flame of justice was taken away by that naughty girl An Weena, so are you going?

No, no, Leah, you don't understand yet.

Dick shook his head, Sacred artifacts have their own will, they will not choose the same owner, and divine artifacts are extensions of the essence of power, it doesn't mean that I can use them as soon as I grab them, in fact, I have used them all my life. Already tied to the Flame of Justice, let Anwena let her go, she is a special factor, there will be no second her in this world.

Besides, right now is not the time to think about such things. Although I can probably guess Odin's thoughts, but unfortunately, as you have seen, that Vrykul only believes in strength. The way I am now, I even have to Without his respect, let alone other demands.

Dick reached out and stroked Liadrin's orange hair, and walked into the portal Jaina opened,

Northern Expedition. Northern Expedition, that's the real big deal, let's go, let's meet those people, we're going to have to talk again.