Azeroth Trail of Light

Ymiron was sitting on the throne, his left hand propped against his slanted face, with a red horn and heavy helmet on his face, and his expression was not visible.

But judging from his constantly beating fingers on the armrest of the throne, after the last fortress was breached, when the challenger was about to arrive, Ymiron was in a good mood... actually.

This is a hall that is not luxurious. The only thing that touches the preciousness is the front of Ymiron’s wooden throne. The red pile carpet, which is entirely handmade, was built in Ymiron thousands of years ago. When the king was a gift, his people gave him a gift.

The Vrykul admires power, and the king of a country must be the one who can fight the most. The same is true of Ymiron. He is even stronger than some heroes in the Vrykul legend, but he may be a good warrior, but not a good king. , Or rather, not a lucky king.

In...well, about 15,000 years ago, when the whole land was not divided, Ymiron was the most capable of fighting among all the Vykul in Howling Bay. At that time, the Vykul was fighting with Grizzly Hills. The furbolgs were fighting like a raging fire, and the guardians lost their messages one after another, causing these creatures that should be living in peace to become wild and angry.

In that case, Ymiron, like the choices of countless Vrykul men, stepped onto the battlefield, fighting for the clan and the country.

After the old king of that generation died on the battlefield, Ymiron was chosen as the new king because of his powerful martial arts and fearless courage. During the period when he just became the throne, Ymiron had good luck. Under his leadership, The Vrykul in Howling Bay drove the furbolgs back to their hometown like a rainbow. It was a war that lasted for hundreds of years, even a thousand years.

It was also in that constant winning war that His Majesty Ymiron became famous, and almost all the clans swore allegiance to him. At that time, the Dragon Clan, the ancient horn symbolizing power, was placed on the wall of Utgarde on the top of the city. On, every ten years, Ymiron would personally sound the horn and summon the leaders of the tribes to come to discuss matters. This was definitely a remarkable achievement at that time.

Before Ymiron, almost no king had achieved this achievement. Considering that the politics of the Vrykul was full of fist-to-fight confrontations, we can naturally draw a conclusion:

Ymiron was definitely the most capable one among the mortal races on this planet fifteen thousand years ago!

But at the end of the war with the bear men, when Ymiron decided to look through the mountains and expedition, an accident occurred.

The curse of flesh and blood spread quickly in the kingdom of the Vrykul. It is a mysterious plague that makes the born children deformed and weak. This kind of curse actually appeared when Ymiron was born, but it was there. During the years of war, it spread more and more.

Ymiron tried a variety of methods, and even personally interrupted the war with the bear, took the army out to find Odin, who had lost contact, to seek help.

But unfortunately, at that time, Odin was already trapped in the Hall of Valor, and Ymiron found nothing. Under this weird curse that spread faster and faster, Ymiron’s kingdom was in jeopardy. At this time, Ymiron made a bold decision.

Not only did Odin’s faith not help them, but it also made the entire country’s atmosphere panic and turbulent, and even the frontline war failed. So the king, in order to reverse this decline, stood up and called on the tribe to abandon the opposition. Ding He's belief in Titans turned to worship ancestors.

Under his iron-blooded means, the entire country quickly emerged from panic. With the support of new beliefs, the Vrykul, who became brave and good at fighting again, finally won the final victory in the battle against the bear, and that victory has been maintained. To this day, even after 15,000 years, the bear people in the Grizzly Hills dare not cross the snow-capped mountains at will.

Brave, tenacious, fearless, and unyielding, this is almost a portrayal of Ymiron's life, but then at the end of his rule, the curse of flesh and blood completely destroyed his rule. In order to ensure the purity of blood, Ymiron ordered the killing. The death of those deformed children caused a storm of escape in his country.

No one dared to disobey Ymiron’s orders, but no parents were willing to kill their children, so the great escape appeared. According to the Honorary President of the Explorers Association, Brian Bronzebeard, the Vrykul who fled were right. They are the ancestors of the first human beings in the Eastern Continent. Of course, Dick also knows that the human ancestors in the northern and southern parts of the Eastern Continent actually came from two places, as well as those of Uldaman who followed the Vykul clan to cross the sea.

But even with such cruel methods, Ymiron failed to win the last battle in his life. In the end, the curse of flesh and blood almost swept his kingdom. For this reason, Ymiron had to lead his people to choose After entering a deep sleep, his beloved wife, Queen Angboda, the witch, chose to become the guardian of the great tomb of Yalebron, guarding the mausoleum for his husband for nearly ten thousand years.

Everyone knows the rest of the matter. After being awakened, Ymiron chose to form an alliance with the Lich King in order to get rid of the curse of flesh and blood. Faith, once again returned to this land.

Listen, there is the sound of their warriors declaring war.

Ymiron let out a deep laugh, his left hand shifted, and he fished it gently beside the throne. A heavy black huge sword like a tuning fork fell into his hand. It was his fifteen thousand. Weapons used thousands of years ago, today, it will be full of blood again.

Ymiron stood up from the throne. His tall body made him look like a real red giant. His armor was blood-red, and it simply wrapped his arms, legs and chest with exposed skin. There were wild war patterns on his chest, and the orange-red beard on his chest was tied into several whips by his wife, adding a touch of softness to his indifferent face under his huge curved horns helmet.

Let this face become vivid in an instant.

The moment he stood up, a voice rang out of the hall,

"Wang! Everything is ready! Please leave here with me, it's not safe anymore!"

A tall Vekul general wearing blue armor with a heavy hammer on his back walked into this hall. His eyes were shining with green light, and his body was covered with heavy frost. Obviously, this was an undead dimension. Kur, but even after his death, his loyalty to the king remained undiminished. He knelt on one knee and yelled to Ymiron, who was facing him.

"The invaders have entered the loot hall, we are running out of time!"

"No... My loyal Skadi, I will not leave my castle."

Ymiron’s low voice sounded, and his left hand was on the wall behind the throne, gently stroking it. There were remonstrances left by the Vrykul kings of the past. The last line was Ymiron himself before he fell asleep. Over there.

"I fight for my country, whether it's before or after death! I will leave all the glory there!"

The fingers felt the rough nicks, Ymiron’s voice was silent, and Skadi, the powerful dragon-grab general with Kong Wu said anxiously,

"King, our failure is only temporary! We just need to go to Warrend in Grizzly Hills, where the lord is still loyal to you, as long as we get there, you can call the army at any time, and we will fight back again, just like It’s what we did 10,000 years ago! This country can’t live without you!"

"Scardy, do you know the origin of the group of people outside?"

Ymiron turned around, took out an emblem engraved with Valarjar's holy pattern from his arms and threw it to Skadi, who held it in his hand and looked at his king.

"This...this is...this is Odin's..."

"Yes, this is Odin's faith, Odin's emblem... They are back, very good!"

Ymiron’s battle sword pillar was on the ground, and his voice became louder and louder, "Go, Scadi, **** my beloved Anger Boda out of here, go to Warrend and wait for my news, don’t talk to Alsa again. There is any connection between Odin, Odin has participated in the war, there is no hope for the Dark King, you and I both know how powerful Odin is!"

"But I want to stay...not as a king, but as a warrior. I want to stay. I want to ask Odin personally why I abandon us in the first place! Why do I allow my followers to suffer this way? Nightmare! This is something I must do!"

The king stretched out his hand to take off the golden badge that represented the king's symbol pinned to his chest, and threw it on the ground on one side. He took a deep breath.

"You know, my loyal Skadi, I have waited for this opportunity for ten thousand years. I am not going to wait any longer...or do you intend to prevent a fighter from pursuing his goals?"

The Dragon Reaver was silent. After a while, he stood up and respectfully leaned over to pay tribute to Ymiron.

"Your Majesty, I have never regretted following you. Being able to fight under your command is the greatest glory of my life!"

"You go one step first, and I will come later! After all, I can't let you go to another battlefield alone. You need soldiers, and I am the best soldier!"

"Okay, Skadi...Go, finish what you should do, protect Angerboda, don't let her do stupid things! Then tell her...I love her...Go!"

The footsteps of General Dragongrass slowly moved away. Ymiron closed his eyes, holding a black long sword in both hands, standing in front of the throne, like a cold statue, but blood-red sparks had already begun to ignite under his feet. All you need is an introduction, and the fire of anger will burn everything in front of you.

He was waiting, this king, this soldier was waiting...waiting for the arrival of Odin's will.

The will that he believed in and was abandoned by him, he wanted to question him, he wanted to scold him, and he wanted to challenge him! Only for their own people, everything they have suffered.

"Ka Ka Ka"

The sound of armor colliding sounded in Ymiron’s throne hall. Gavincent, wearing a heavy helmet, walked into this lonely and cold hall alone. The warrior carried two dragon-cutting axes soaked in blood in his hands. , He looked at the figure standing with a sword in front of him, and he stopped.

"Ymiron... I grew up listening to your legendary story. In the history of the Mimo clan, you are one of our greatest and strongest kings and warriors. Old people tell your story for three days. Three nights can't finish...but I never thought that one day I would see you in this manner."

Gavincent's voice was a little sad. He looked at Ymiron with his eyes closed, and seemed to be waiting for his answer. A few seconds later, the King of Vrykul opened his eyes and looked at the fortress. The same Gavincent,

"So... should I be honored for this? Child."

"Keng"

Two dragon-cutting axes blossomed in front of Ymiron, sprinkling the blood from the blade of the axe on the red carpet, making it even brighter, and Ga Vincent’s voice became colder.

"I am the warrior of Odin, he asked me to take you back... you'd better go with me now, Ymiron, I don't want to use chains..."

"boom!"

Gavincent's words were not finished yet, a fist wrapped in a crimson flame storm, like a meteor falling from above, was centered on the sharp cone on his face.

This fist was heavy, and it directly knocked Gavincent’s helmet into the air and hit the ground. The edge of the heavy helmet made entirely of stainless steel had already been cracked by this fist. It was shocking.

Gavincent also got up from the ground embarrassed with a shocked look. With his eyesight, he was only able to catch Ymiron's figure, and he was directly beaten out, and Yi who was standing opposite him Miron held a black epee in one hand, and shook the other hand, and the blood-red storm of anger was beating on his fist as in substance.

Ymiron tilted his head and looked at Gavincent who got up from the ground, his voice was full of surprise.

"Why? Now Odin's selection of Warriors has dropped so badly... Can a child like you be called a Warrior?"

"Hehe, boy, you'd better be more serious... I can tell you responsibly, if this is your true level, then Odin... I am afraid that he will lose a warrior. You have to know... I am not just a king. Before that, I was the best..."

"boom!"

It was almost a replica of the situation just now. At the end of Ymiron’s words, his long sword was held horizontally in front of him, blocking the Gavincent, who was burning with red flames all over, and the Vrykul warrior opened his eyes There was still a smear of blood on his mouth and the corner of his mouth. He looked at Ymiron, and there was almost a substantial flame burning in his eyes.

"The best fighter? What a coincidence... Me too!"