Azeroth’s Death Track

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"God Scovold!"

In the ancient temple of the kings, the guardian who was instructed to guard the temple shouted loudly:

"Villains who drink evil energy! You are not worthy to participate in this sacred trial, get out!"

The 5-meter-tall rock giant roared, raising his fist, and the god-given body contained unimaginable power. In the ancient legend of the Vrykul, the rock giant named Yunus was the messenger of the gods. , He can smash a mountain with one punch, and in the past countless years, many legendary Vrykul warriors have tried to defeat Yunas to pass the power test set by Odin, but none of them People succeed.

Now, new challengers have appeared!

But he... is an outrageous villain and fanatic.

God Scovold wore dark green evil iron armor, and the inscriptions portrayed by the demon flowed with the power of evil energy, and the tall Vrykul’s left eyes also shone with the flame of evil energy, he burned with his hand The war sword, with a disdainful gaze, looked at the rock giant who was roaring at him in front of him. His voice was hoarse, as if he had drunk the deadly toxin and poisoned his throat.

"I am a Vrykul! Old dizzy bastard, which one of Odin's admonitions tells you that a Vrykul cannot participate in the trials he left behind?"

"You drank evil energy! You have fallen!"

Yunus stood in the steel hall blessed by Odin, the power of the guardians of the Orthodox Titan shone behind him, he scolded like a judge:

"Your flesh and blood are no longer pure! Your will is no longer noble! Your soul has fallen into the abyss... You are no longer the warrior Odin longed for! You have tarnished these two words, now, get out! While you can still act, otherwise, I will "send" you out!"

"so what?"

The **** king Skovald carried the burning fierce sword on his shoulders. He slobbered savagely towards the sacred earth at his feet. He stared at the rock giant in charge of the trial in front of him. The light shone in his eyes:

"My strength is won by myself! I am the most powerful Vrykul in this fjord, I am the King of God! Even Odin cannot ignore my strength, let alone you! You This idiot!"

"enough!"

Yunas did not want to waste time with the villain in front of him. Ten million years ago, he accepted the will of Odin, the guardian of the Titans, the sacred chief manager, and presided over the three trials of Odin in this king’s temple. One of the strength trials, only the warriors who passed this trial, are eligible to continue the next two trials.

Only the warriors who have completely passed the three trials are eligible to go to Valargar, the hall of heroes flying in the sky, where they receive the supreme artifact "Shield of Aggram" symbolizing the endless glory from the supreme Odin. Representing the glory of Odin, go to the Kingdom of Shadows to fight against the unhealthy Queen of Hell and her Legion of Dead Souls.

This is an ancient legend that has covered the entire land of the Storm Fjord for tens of thousands of years, but from the first day that legend began to sing to now, no one can pass the three harsh trials...

As the host of the power test, the rock giant Yunus was given a powerful divine power by Odin, which no mortal can match.

However, at the moment when Yunas, who was extremely angry due to Scovold's provocation, raised his fists and wanted to smash this scum full of evil smells into meat patties, Scovar De secretly took out a blue light-filled stone warhammer from the rucksack behind him. At the moment when Yunas's fists fell, the **** king laughed and raised the warhammer high.

"idiot!"

"The earth is in my hands!"

"Wow"

The hammer of Kazgros, whose internal control was removed, exploded at this moment with the purest power of the earth. The sacred objects used by the former Titan to shape the world had irreversible control over all rocks and soil. The powerful body of Yunas in front of him is also composed of rocks...

"boom"

Cruel Scowald did not intend to leave the host of this power trial at all, he did not plan to share this glory with others at all, he would kill Yunas and make him the final of Odin’s three major trials And the only winner.

"Die, die! Waste!"

The dazzling blue light shone in the hands of the evil king, and the scream of the rock giant Yunus, accompanied by the sound of the rock cracking, also waved in the light. After more than ten seconds, the **** king withdrew the hammer, and before The rock giant trying to judge him has turned into a gravel on the earth, and no one can see his original body anymore.

"Test of strength? Ha, I passed!"

The cruel king puts the hammer of Kazgros in front of him. He looked at this powerful relic, and there was a trace of greed in his shining evil energy, but unfortunately, this thing was borrowed by those cunning dreadlords. For him, after passing the power test, he will return it back, which is somewhat uncomfortable for Scowald.

But thinking that in the future he will inevitably hold a stronger shield of Aggramar, the King of God will be relieved.

After he gets the legendary artifact shield that can make the holder truly invincible, will he listen to those arrogant dreadlords again? Do not! of course not!

"By that time, I will let them know who is the owner!"

Scovard let out a low laughter. He put the hammer back into the rucksack behind him, then bent down, took a piece of crystal shimmering with golden light from the wreckage of the rock giant Yunus, and brought it The debris walked into the deepest part of the holy King's Temple, where a strange mechanical device was placed. Any technician with engineering experience can see at a glance that this is a superb engineering device.

But the **** king is just a rude Viku warrior. He doesn’t care about the meaning behind this thing. He just put the golden fragments into the black engineering instruments according to the legendary method. The next moment, a touch The light shone on Skovald's body, and after the light disappeared, a strange spell was added to the god's forehead.

That is the Rune Rune used by Odin, which represents the winner of the power test. Only by owning this rune will it be qualified to continue the trial of will and courage.

After the three runes represented by the three trials are collected, the gate to Warragal will be opened for this warrior.

More than ten minutes later, the contented God King brought a stone head back to his clan. He threw the rock head at his violent warriors who drank the evil energy, causing a burst of cheers. In this cheering, the victorious king returned to his shack, where an unexpected visitor was already waiting for him.

"Uh"

Kazgros' Hammer was thrown to Tikdios who was waiting there. The God King pointed to the spell on his forehead and said to the Dreadlord:

"The first trial is complete, my people are trapping those storm dragons, and soon, I will start to challenge the second trial, in exchange for the life of those storm dragons, I believe that the dragon The mother will be willing to give me some "help"."

Odin’s second test of will was presided over by the storm dragons of Stormfjord. These dragons blessed by the power of the thunder are Odin’s clan. It is rumored that the chief manager does not trust the same The five dragon corps belonging to the guardian system, for this reason, he created the storm dragon to perform his will.

"Very good! The Fear Council will support you as always, Scowald."

Tikdios put the holy hammer that shone in the blue into the space. It looked at the arrogant Vrykul in front of him, and there was a trace of murderous intention in the fear demon's heart. , This arrogant **** is worthless, and by that time, it will kill this guy himself...

Because he showed the stupid arrogance in front of the fear council!

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At the same time that Storm Fjord’s action against the “Shield of Agrama” was proceeding smoothly, fiery red maple leaves filled this weather-stricken land on the ruins of Suramar, not far away. Ten thousand years ago, During the period of the Elven Empire, this was the pearl of Queen Azshara. It was the most magnificent city of the Elven Empire except the capital, Golden Azshara.

It is worth mentioning that Ms. Maiev and his younger brother Jarod Shadowsong were born in this city. The ancestral house of the Shadowsong family still exists in this city.

However, 10,000 years ago, the moment when Queen Azshara’s obsession with power attracted the violent demonic legion, the upper elves here had felt the threat. Before the threat of the earth’s collapse, the leader of the city, In order to protect her city, Ms. Eli Sand, Queen Azshara's Royal Magister, had to launch an ancient artifact in that disaster, and used the power of ancient inheritance to protect her entire city.

And because of this early protection, the city has survived the collapse of the explosion of the Well of Eternity.

In other words, the power of this ancient artifact can actually match the terrible energy that shattered the whole world during the explosion of the Well of Eternity... This thing that sheltered the city of Suramar is not a mere thing, absolutely not!

Now, the Legion has sneaked back into this world, and this treasure that sheltered the city of Surama fell into the coveted legions of the Legion.

In this ruined land close to the endless sea and full of fiery red maple leaves, from a distance, a semi-circular purple shield was buckled to a magnificent elven city, the shining purple Arcane light appears so bright and thrilling in the mist above the sea.

That represents power, that is power...

"What's your consideration, children of night!"

The dreadlord is now the real leader, the first lord Casanathir stands impatiently outside this city shrouded in arcane magic, staring at the elf magic swordsman holding a unique magic blade in front of him. This guy also wore ancient magical armor popular 10,000 years ago, making Casanathir recall the scene of the Burning Legion invading the world 10,000 years ago.

"I have to say that after ten thousand years of absence, your taste is still so bad!"

The dreadlord said in a cold voice:

"What did your woman leader say?"

The chief magic swordsman of the great magician Eli Sander, the well-known martial arts master Maximilian in the entire city of Suramar, looked at the fear demon in front of him. I have seen such a powerful demon on the battlefield. He still has fear for the war 10,000 years ago. It was a war that almost destroyed the world.

Facing the challenge from Casanathil, Maximilian swallowed. The noble magic swordsman hesitated for a moment and then said to the fear demon king:

"What you want is the lifeblood of Suramar... The Great Magister has to be treated with care. It is easy to give the eyes of Amansur to you, but what about this city and the people in this city? "

"That's your business! Bugs!"

Varimathas behind Cassanatier snorted coldly:

"Either surrender the Eye of Oman Sur or die! It may take a few months for the legion to capture the entire world, but ruining the city, one night is enough!"

"Then we will choose to resist in the end! Demon!"

Maximilian had a little fear in his heart, but he was even more afraid of Eli Sander, the great magister who had ruled Suramar for 10,000 years with power. This magic swordsman pulled out the magic sword with a double-edged sword , The elite magic swordsmen behind him pulled out their weapons in a sweeping manner, and put on a posture of burning jade.

And at the moment of conflict, Casanathir suddenly reached out his hand, preventing Varimathras from continuing to threaten. The cunning first lord narrowed his eyes. It seemed to smell the fear inside the magic swordsman in front of him. It said softly:

"Why should you be so serious? You... We are here to talk about business... But I don’t think you can be the master, poor children, you see, I still hope to solve this matter peacefully, We might as well follow you back to meet your great magister... we certainly won’t let the people of this city die... we’re not crazy."

The first lord narrowed his eyes. It used a gentle tone to appease the magic swordsman in front of him, of course, with a slight hint of spiritual hint:

"I believe that I will reach a very good agreement with Ms. Eli Sander, which will satisfy both parties..."

"Let your clan open the door, demon swordsman!"

"Open the door and welcome guests from the Legion...Suramar will be reborn, and we will help you! Believe me, you will eventually understand...I am friendly, and I come with real salvation!"

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