Azeroth Trail of Light

"you are..."

Dick, who walked out of the portal, looked at the half-giant in front of him. There is no doubt that this is a Vrykul. It should be the first generation of Vrykul after the curse of flesh and blood. There is also a sign of returning to ancestors, but from the size It can be seen.

The ordinary Vrykul, that is, the Vrykul of Northrend, is generally about 3 meters tall. Although it is also called a half-giant, it is definitely not up to the crazy momentum of this guy in front of him, the kind of wildness. The fierce beast is purely a murderous spirit trained in endless battles.

Dick's side involuntarily entered the fighting state, and the warrior Dalyan with the artifact might also be able to reach this level, but at the moment, he is likely to be killed by this Vrykul in a flash, the gap is too big.

The Vrykul who descended from the sky ignored Dick’s question. Instead, he put away his axe, tilted his head and looked at Dalyan. He couldn't see his face under the helmet, but he could see a hint of mockery from the corners of his mouth. , He stretched out his left hand and hooked towards Dalyan.

The provocation was self-evident. Dalyan held the blade of anger tightly with both hands. The sword was moving beyond the ordinary at this moment, as if he was shouting violently.

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

"This is a matter between fighters. Dalyan still doesn't know what he is facing, let him go! This is good for his future."

"what!"

Maybe it was infested by the **** breath lingering on the blade of anger, maybe it was some secret method of this Vrykul. In short, Dalyan involuntarily entered a state of anger mastery, his eyes turned blood red, and the whole body was also It also exudes the brutal murderous aura accumulated after countless blood battles.

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

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

"Come, let me see your bravery!"

The Vrykul said aloud, but it was pure Titan language, and apart from Dick, only Jaina could barely understand some.

But it is not important. Dalyan dragged the blade of anger upside down, lowered his body, strode forward, and soon reached the limit. When the speed and momentum reached the highest point, Dalyan jumped up, the blood in his hands The long sword drew a wild and brilliant light in the air, and slashed at the head of the Vrykul.

This is definitely a blow that all of Dalyan's will and strength converged to a point, just like the attack that Dick made when facing Nefarian, it was the strongest he could do right now. one strike.

It stands to reason that in the face of such a swift blow, the Vrykul’s choice should be to retreat and push away the edge, but he did not. On the contrary, facing the long sword slashed from the sky, instead of retreating, he instead greeted him. Up.

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

The punch came later, and it accurately hit Dalyan's sword-holding hands, and his other hand was also clenched into a fist. It was another powerful blow that hit Dalyan's abdomen.

"boom!"

With a muffled sound, the young warrior’s body spiraled upside down in the air and flew out, and fell to the ground embarrassedly. Losing the sword-bearer’s blade of anger, it also buzzed in the air until it stuck in the Vrykul. In the ground under the feet of people.

"Um... the momentum is not bad, but the combat skills and strength are a mess."

The Vrykul who knocked down Dalyan with a single blow shrugged. He shook his head and was about to turn around and leave. But at this moment, Dick’s voice also passed into his ears, the orthodox Titan language, There was also a hint of power that made him feel pressure.

Of course not because of Dick’s own power, but the authority of the guardian. The Vrykul, as a Titan creation, as the original Titan guard, is the same as the Tollians who are currently cautiously in contact with the outside world. There is also obedience from the bones.

But that is for ordinary Vrykul people, this one is not ordinary at all.

"Guest from Valarjar, are you here carrying Odin's will?"

The Vrykul’s turn around was a bit slow, and he turned his head. Only then did he really pay attention to Dick, who was not threatening him, and then he saw the Orsis scepter in Dick’s hand, and Dick deliberately extended it. Left hand out.

It suddenly dawned on him, no wonder Lord Odin set his first stop here!

"You are Tyre's successor?"

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

"Why are you so weak? Can't even compare to this low-level fighter?"

Hearing this, Dick couldn't help touching his nose, raising his hands in embarrassment, "Because of some special reasons...In short, I'm very curious, why are you here at this time? According to me As you know, Valarjar and the Hall of Valor should still be in the blockade of Hela, and you should not be able to get out."

This remark caused the face under the Vrykul’s helmet to change rapidly several times, but soon, the brutal warrior waved his hand and said loudly,

"It has nothing to do with you, the successor of Tyre. You are so weak and destined to not be able to help Master 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, soldier..."

Dick rubbed his forehead with a headache. This was a true portrayal of the orthodox fighters. Everything started from strength. It was decisively unacceptable, and there was no way to persuade them. They only recognized strength.

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

Through the perception of breath, the Vrykul in front of him is not too strong to fight against. The strength is probably higher than that of a hero. However, with the blood and will bonus from the returned ancestor Vrykul, he is destined to be better than absolute. Most heroes are more difficult to deal with.

"Tell me at least your name, Vrykul, we are on one side."

When the Paladin saw the barbaric Vrykul turning around and about to leave, he increased his tone and asked, "Could it be that you choose a new hero for the Hall of Valor?"

"Hey, you know so much!"

The Vrykul turned his head, a grinning smile appeared 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, and my name is Gavincent, Gavincent Skovald, remember this name, he is destined to spread the name of Valarjar to the whole world!"

Watching the tall Vrykul quickly disappear into the swamp of Theramore, Dick had a headache.

Dalyan was stunned by the blow, and was being carried by Demetrius who was following Dick, and Liadrin and Jaina were obviously interested in the sudden appearance of the Vrykul.

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

Liadrin held Dick’s arm and asked curiously, the Paladin took another look at the direction where the Vrykul disappeared, and replied dullly.

"Valarjar is the warrior’s temple, also known as the firmament fortress or the sky fortress. It is the residence and barracks of the high-level guardian and war commander Odin. Ten thousand years ago, the most powerful warrior was fanatical. In the deadly battle, he strives to enter Valarjar to be proud of being a never-tired fighting hero. In fact, that is where Odin selects his soldiers. It is said that only the most powerful fighters are eligible to enter."

"The rest of the story is more complicated. The grievances and hatreds between Odin and Hela and Ulduar's guardians can't be said last day. Dalyan is lucky. Although he failed, he is the least. Part of the recognition by Gavincent Skovald, even after the death of the war, the soul will go to the Hall of Valor and become the immortal hero."

Dick curled his lips. "Good luck guy."

Jaina's focus is a little more subtle, she moved closer to Dick's ear and whispered,

"That Vrykul’s axe gives me the feeling that it is very similar to the fire of justice and the original and even Dalyan’s Wrath Blade. Is that so..."

"Yes, that is also an artifact."

Dick’s eyes closed, “That should be one of the warrior’s three sacred weapons, the Valarjar war sword, a weapon made by Odin himself, and this mysterious Vrykul was recognized by that weapon, making it He became the form of the dragon slayer's front, that is to say, he killed two storm dragons with at least those two swords in his hand.

After speaking, the Paladin laughed twice. He smiled at the two beauties who were supporting him and said,

"The rude Vrykul thought I didn't know his mission. Actually, I felt it early in the morning. The long sword that he carried behind his back... the guardian of truth is really unimaginable. The weapon is in this way. The situation has arisen, and it seems that his mission has something to do with this weapon."

"Guardian of Truth? Sounds like a shield."

Demetrius interjected a sentence, which drew Dick’s admiration.

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

At this point, Liadrin’s eyes lit up, she looked at Dick,

"Your fire of justice was taken away by Anwina's naughty girl, then are you going..."

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

Dick shook his head. "Sacred instruments have their own will. They don't choose the same master, and they are all extensions of the essence of power. It doesn't mean that I can use them when I grab them. In fact, I have Already tied to the fire of justice, Anvina... let her go, she is a special factor, there will be no second her in this world."

"Furthermore, it's not the time to think about this kind of thing. Although I can probably guess Odin's thoughts, but unfortunately, you have also seen that the Vrykul only believes in power. The way I am now, I even have to Not his respect, let alone other requirements."

Dick reached out and touched Liadrin’s orange hair, wandering into the portal opened by Jaina.

"The Northern Expedition...The Northern Expedition, that's the real big thing, let's go, let's meet those people, we're going to talk about it again."