Azeroth Trail of Light

Ymiron’s throne hall has been messed up by the collision of two top warriors. The throne, walls, decorations, and all its original solemn existence can be seen here. They are all destroyed and look like they are almost like they are. The seaside wooden house after the storm passed.

In this almost completely demolished hall, Ymiron, who was surrounded by blood-red storms, dark fog, and throbbing dark lightning, stood there. He stretched out his hand to throw his broken horned helmet aside, a typical dimension. On Kuren's face, there were still blood stains from the previous blow. His teeth were baring, and his white teeth were beating around in the energy, making him look like a savage warrior who wanted to destroy everything.

He holds the epee in his hand, and the **** and tyrannical halo is constantly beating on the blade. Behind him, a frantic storm almost sweeps everything around him. As he initiates another charge, the ground under his feet is chipped. , The hard rocks on the ground, under this crazy impact, are not much weaker than the fragile wooden boards.

The stones sharpened in time were torn apart, and the fragments were like bullets, piercing everything around frantically. This was the final blow.

And Gavincent, who stood opposite him, on the other side of the hall, under Odin’s blessing and the blessing of the artifact, his body swelled more than two times and turned into a real behemoth, golden light and The blood-red flame also entangled his body.

This warrior of Odin faced the heroes in history and time without a trace of fear. He held his double axes horizontally, and the Dragon Slayer's Front also felt the energy of the upcoming blow. This artifact lies in him. The palm of his hand kept jumping, accompanied by his master, launching the last charge.

"I...I won't lose!"

When Gavincent charged, his voice exploded in the air like an angry thunder.

"The whole Valarjar is watching me, I won't lose! I won't lose to you! I won't lose to a coward who gave up his faith!"

"boom"

The double axe and the epee carried the unruly will of the two warriors and their crazy anger, and finally collided in the collision of the golden and red storm.

Under the bombardment of this kind of force, the barrier of anger between the two of them could not have the effect of protection at all. At the moment of the collision of the weapons, the anger was consumed like a rotating flying arrow, and then, the sharp impact .

The thick axe blade of the artifact collided with the tuning fork epee in Ymiron's hand. During Gavincent's fine-tuning, it accurately hit the position of the previous collisions, and then the next moment...

"Dang Cang!"

A crack appeared on the blade of the black long sword, and the crisp voice made Ymiron's face greatly changed, but at this time it was too late to take the call. He could only look desperately at the crack in the huge force of the collision between the two sides. It grew bigger and bigger, and was eventually slashed from the center by the Dragon Slayer's Front.

The other battle axe in the hands of the Vrykul warrior was unimpeded, and it whizzed past Ymiron’s unguarded chest at this moment. The sound of flesh and viscera cracked sounded in the hall, and the next moment, it was broken. The sword was also stabbed into Gavincent's chest by Ymiron.

"boom"

The last imposing collision caused a white sonic boom to erupt in the black hall. In the center of the collision, no matter it was the dust on the ground or the debris of waste, all were blown up and blown away. Everything around seemed to be Both stopped at this moment. In the center of the battlefield, Gavincent's head and Ymiron's head were placed on each other's shoulders.

The scorching blood provoked by anger fell to the ground along the weapons in both hands.

"Tick, tick"

With a trace of golden blood, it slid on the broken sword that Ymiron pierced into Gavincent's chest, dyeing Ymiron's left hand blood red, and finally hit the ground, and Ymiron's chest was completely cut open. , The severed bones, the hot blood dripped directly on the ground.

"Ahem... You won, Odin's warrior... Congratulations."

Ymiron took a step back. It was hard to imagine that under this kind of injury, he would have to move his body forcibly, which would bring extreme pain, but he didn't seem to feel the same at all, accompanied by his body's movement. The broken sword stuck in Gavincent's chest was also pulled out, and the Vrykul warrior made a painful sound, tried to advance, but fell directly to the ground.

His hands were in the pool of blood in front of him, and the blood was scattered everywhere. His heart was once again shredded, and the energy attached to the broken sword greatly hindered Odin’s blessing to heal the injury, but The good news is that the blessing is still in effect, so his life will not be in danger, but the necessary pain is absolutely inevitable.

The opposite Ymiron stepped back and leaned hard against the only wall that was intact. From the perspective of the two men, Ymiron did not seem to be a loser, but for a fighter, especially For the weapon master, even the weapon was smashed, which is definitely a real failure.

Although it seemed, it was too unfair to him.

"If you have a good weapon...I will have no chance."

Gavincent climbed up from the ground with difficulty. The sword wound on his chest looked shocking. He looked at Ymiron with his eyes closed. The original contempt on his face disappeared, but instead he turned to true respect. .

Soldiers are always the most direct group of people, like is like, no reason, no reason!

"You really are the strongest hero in history! Come back with me, Ymiron, you shouldn't die here, Odin needs a warrior like you! The past, let it pass!"

"Haha...maybe for you, Odin's attention is everything, but I am not!"

With a shocking blood stain on Ymiron's body, he slid down from the leaning wall. He leaned there, spread his hands on the ground, and put the broken sword in his hand aside, his eyes slightly Somewhat distracted, he looked at the Vrykul who stood up in front of him, and whispered,

"I will never forget the panic and despair on the faces of the entire country, my country, and my people after he disappeared... I was his most sincere believer, and my faith in him is no weaker than you. .. But he abandoned us...Do you understand? Warrior, in that stormy era, he abandoned us, abandoned the believers who have been following him..."

Ymiron coughed, that voice was full of pain, the pain of internal organs, heart, and flesh and blood being cut away. It was the ultimate pain. He could only feel the slow passing of life, but the pain of helplessness.

"I don't need your explanation... I don't need those weak things... I just need an answer!"

"why!"

"Why did he abandon us and reappear at this time?"

"Did we do something wrong? If we didn't, why did he do it?"

"We...cough cough...we...not...not ants, not playthings!"

After saying this, Ymiron’s voice fell silent. Gavincent didn’t know what to say. He walked slowly to the king’s side and looked at him. After a few seconds, Ymiron moved his head. Leaning on the wall, this is his only strength, he struggled to ask,

"I will go to the Hall of Valor, right?"

Gavinson nodded,

"Well, you will go! I swear! A warrior like you is needed there!"

"Okay... OK, the Rainbow Bridge opens before my eyes... I see it... This is great, finally... I can finally know the answer... Come, give me a ride!"

Ymiron tilted his head and looked at the silent Gavincent, with a grin on his face.

"For the sake of so many stories I brought you when I was a kid... Give me a ride! I can't wait..."

Gavincent took a deep breath, he raised the battle axe in his hand, and Ymiron closed his eyes, with an unusually peaceful smile on his mouth.

"Can you sing the song Angerboda wrote to me?"

"Northern Mythology?"

"Well, sing, let me go far away in the voice of my beloved... sing."

So Gavincent cleared his throat, sang a song from the Vrykul tribe in a low voice, then raised his battle axe, turned his head, and slammed down.

"The flames of war will not make your blue eyes red,

The wind is on the face like ice,

We escaped from the forest,

The echoes of the valley lighten the pain,

I listen to the epic poem of the distant king,

The dusty battlefield was awakened,

That memory was left in my hometown in the north,

Let's disembark and look for the mythical memories that are close...Walking all the way, I am waiting for you in the Hall of Valor! "

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Dick didn't know about Ymiron's death in battle. In fact, even if he knew it, he wouldn't care. After all, he was just a mortal, no matter how brave it was, it was a pity that he was a mortal.

For what he is doing right now, this matter has absolutely no significant significance at all.

At this time he was walking on the land of Icecrown Glacier.

Holding the shadow of the leaves in his hand, he wandered quietly in the kingdom of the undead in a twisted form of light. If he reached a higher level, he might be able to walk in and fight with Arthas, but now He may be able to guarantee that he will not die, but this kind of thing that does not hurt Alsace's foundation at all is simply meaningless.

He came on this trip to find the secret buried under the glacier, the secret revealed to him by Alsace himself.

It was not that Dick didn't know the risk of his action this time. Once Alsace was aware of it, it would even affect the icebreaking process, but he had to do it.

On the battlefield of Dragonblight, the current Lich King Arthas once told him that he already knew the agreement between Dick and Alsace, the one about Dick letting Arthas hide and wait for his rescue. Agreed.

And the Lich King said that he had already stripped Arthas’ soul. Dick didn’t believe this, because whether it’s the dark side or the good side, the two sides are one, with his own understanding of the soul. The more profound he was, he could determine that it was just nonsense from the Lich King's heart.

But one thing is certain... Alsace's kindness, the side that is hidden behind the dark... has indeed been hidden.

As for where he is hidden?

The paladin bent down and wiped the cold and deserted ground with his hand with a hand armor. Thanks to the memory of the past, he probably knew the location of the cage.

If unsurprisingly, it should be under the glacier...a deeper, darker place!