Sea of Darkness doubts this
Stormheim is the traditional territory of Vrykul.
Here live the Vrykul clans, large and small, who are independent of each other and have been at war for years. The powerful Vrykul Warrior die almost every day.
This is their tradition and their purpose.
It's all because Stormheim has both the supreme "God of War" and the "god of death" in Vrykul's beliefs. These half-giants firmly believe that their lives are trials, and when death comes, relying on the difference in force and military exploits, the weak will be Valkyr pulled in Helheim to become Warrior of Death God Helya, while the strong man went to Hall of Valor of Odin under the guidance of Golden Valkyrie to enjoy the eternal war after the Thundercast.
And Vrykul is indeed quite fertile.
The fact that they have been able to firmly control Stormheim after years of fighting has proven that the fertility of these guys is as strong as their combat effectiveness. However, Vrykul has its own unique inheritance. Male Vrykul and female Vrykul do not live together most of the time. Each family has its own clan, and they only interact with each other at specific times.
What's even more outrageous is that the local male Vrykul generally cannot defeat the fierce female wolves who believe in Odin.
"Skold-Ashil", a clan composed of female Vrykul, is the local hegemon. Whenever they encounter provocation, these fierce "real female boxers" will ride War Bear and control Storm Dragons in a mighty expedition, knocking those men who dare to provoke them to their knees, and then select a few strong ones to bring back for breeding.
The reason why they are so powerful is because almost all the Golden Valkyrie in Hall of Valor come from their clan.
This is Odin's war Shieldmaiden, who was given eternal glory by God of War, and is also a thorn in the side of the god of death Helya. The hazy god is always eager to completely defeat these she-wolves and take them back from Odin's hands.
However, in recent times, the Skold-Ashil girls Warrior have noticed anomalies on the Stormheim land.
Demons have invaded!
Of course, this isn't a big deal.
With Vrykul's physique, the only outcome for lower-level demons who dare to come over is to be torn apart by their hands. The Valkyries of Hall of Valor also issued decrees to each clan. Any Vrykul who died in the battle with demons Warrior has a higher probability than usual of entering Hall of Valor, so those devil cubs that Recklessness rushed into Stormheim became the playthings of the semi-giant people to "boost their performance".
They kill demons by robbing them.
If you start slowly, you will be surrounded by all the clans that are running fast. As a result, Burning Legion's offensive here cannot be said to have collapsed, but can only be said to have made no progress.
Three Greater Demons were sent over one after another. The one that lasted the longest, Aman'Thul Fel Warlock, was found by the falcons domesticated by the Shieldmaidens seven hours after landing, and was swarmed and hacked to death.
It is said that in order to fight for the head of Greater Demon, the Shieldmaiden fought at the burial place where the demon's corpse was still cold. In the end, the strongest one among them sacrificed Greater Demon's head to Hall of Valor, but failed to take advantage of it to step on Bifrost and become Valkyrie. This shows that God of War Odin does not think that defeating such a weak Greater Demon is a victory worth remembering.
So, it's really not that the demons are invading and they don't work hard, they really can't be defeated.
If you want to conquer Stormheim, you must at least mobilize several Burning Legion and then send a strategic Greater Demon as the commander, formulate a special war plan, and advance step by step.
But that is something that only the commanders of destruction under the Conqueror Kil'jaeden can do. This world invasion is led by Polluter, and Cenarius does not have such demon generals who are good at large-scale wars.
Fortunately, Broken Isles is not the main attack direction of Cenarius, so if you lose here, you lose.
What matters is participation.
Burning Legion Stormheim is not the only one suffering from Broken Isles. The Kaolin cattle over there at Highmountain are not easy to deal with either. Great Chieftain Ulan Gaoling used Pillars of Creation·Khaz'goroth's Hammer to shape the mountains and rivers for bombardment, causing drastic changes in the terrain and burying a demon vanguard.
Winning is called an easy pleasure.
In short, this Broken Isles is indeed not a blessed land for devils. This small place is not a continent, but the combat power of various creatures living in it is too strong. Even the Murlocs here are more powerful than the Murlocs in other places.
There are even rumors that demons have seen Murlocs similar to Demon Hunter on the coastline of Stormheim
That guy has demon bat wings, is covered in black scales, and can also use Eye Beam Strike and evil fire breath.
It led the tough Murlocs to sneak attack on several Fel Forging Camp, taught the Murlocs to eat the demon bones and absorb Fel, and constantly created this strange "demonized Murlocs".
It was like seeing a ghost.
Because of this, Burning Legion adopted a more insidious "infiltration tactic" here. After realizing that it was difficult to defeat Vrykul, Nathrezim came forward and began to lure Vrykul into embracing Fel.
This is the right approach. After all, Vrykul's brain is not as easy to use as humans, and they worship power.
Fel suits them best.
Dreadlord's move is naturally unusual. Recently, Vrykul from several small clans have drunk magic energy to gain strength. Those guys went around to capture more Vrykul and forced them to drink Fel to create their own new clan.
The Shieldmaidens of Skold-Ashil are usually responsible for maintaining the basic rules of Stormheim, so after noticing this kind of thing, they immediately sent an expedition team to prepare to eliminate those shameless people who betrayed God of War Odin.
Then, they gave it away for free.
Dreadlord personally directed Fel Vrykul to set up a trap and captured all the female wolves.
Their weapons were confiscated and imprisoned in cages. They just waited for the banquet to end and then fed Fel to these female wolves, turning them into Fel Vrykul, and then mated fiercely to give birth to stronger children.
The Shieldmaiden in the cage cheered each other up. Although they were in a desperate situation, they still wanted to make a comeback. They discussed that after a while, when the cage was opened, they would rush up and strangle a few Fel thugs. It would be best to be killed by them, so that the souls could step on Bifrost and ascend into Hall of Valor.
Even if you can't become Valkyrie, you can at least return to the ancestral cemetery and enjoy post-war peace.
These female wolves are not afraid of death. What they are afraid of is that after death, their souls will fall into the hands of Helya and become cursed Kvaldir Eternal Life who will have no peace.
"Helya, are you okay?"
A tough Shieldmaiden slapped the cage and whispered to the captain Shieldmaiden in the cage next to him:
"You were injured just now. Those cowards stabbed you with Fel Dagger. Can you still hold on?"
"I'm tainted, damn it."
Helya is a very big Shieldmaiden, a new fighting star in the clan. She is almost destined to be promoted to Hall of Valor, so Shieldmaidens are very convinced of her, but Helya is unlucky. When she was ambushed before, a Fel Vrykul pierced her arm with a dirty war spear.
That bad Fel Curse is spreading on her pure body.
She leaned against the cage weakly, looked at her numb arms, and said to her companions:
"I'm going to cut off this arm soon, otherwise I will be contaminated and become Fel's bitch. Don't worry, sisters, Lady El is watching us, Odin's Valkyrie will definitely come to help us.
Although this failure is a shame and will make it difficult for us to set foot on Bifrost, we can just redouble our efforts to make up for the glory. Don't give up!
The eyes of Muninn and Hugin are staring at us. Cowards are not qualified to enter Hall of Valor and enjoy the eternal war."
She cheered up her sisters, and stared with fierce eyes at the cowards who gathered in the distance and drank Fel Wine. Those guys were bigger than usual, but the fluorescent light of Fel was dotted around their bodies. Even their eyes turned green, their fingers turned into sharp claws, and scales grew on their bodies.
What a disgusting piece of shit!
Helya swore in her heart that as long as she was given a chance, she would strangle all these damn cowards to death.
"Huh? What is that?"
Helya suddenly blinked his eyes.
She is the captain of the Shieldmaidens. She can be the captain not only because she can fight, but also because Helya has a delicate mind that other careless Shieldmaidens don't have. Sometimes Helya is so calm that she doesn't even look like a Vrykul.
It is said that this is related to her bloodline. There are some rumors saying that Helya's grandfather is not Vrykul.
It is said that her grandmother met a foreign man by chance when she was traveling for the first time more than 2,000 years ago. The two sides fought seven duels. In the last one, Helya's grandmother lost, so she gave birth to a child for him according to Vrykul's tradition.
Odin blessed her and gave birth to a daughter, so Helya was born in the ancestral land.
Captain Shieldmaiden looked carefully at the edge of the banquet of those Fel bastards, and there was something strange crawling quietly in the shadows.
The guy was hiding in the mud, occasionally sticking his head out to look around. It made no sound when Stealth, and only then did the probe reveal its weird bug-like head, as if it was a cunning hunter quietly observing the whereabouts of its prey.
But Helya has never seen such a bug, and she is certain that there is no such thing in Stormheim or even the entire Broken Isles.
After discovering this strange thing, Helya immediately used gestures and eyes to signal the other noisy Shieldmaiden to quiet down, asking them to carefully observe the surroundings of the Vrykul village and report anything strange to her.
After a while, Helya got the report.
Not only were the Fel kids drinking and having fun at the wine table, there were also strange flying insects lying in the shadows on the roof, and there were creatures similar to "puppies" jumping around in the bushes outside the village.
Helya immediately realized that this was a hunting ambush!
No matter who the opponent is, they are all quietly ambush, and perhaps more strange bugs are approaching here.
These Fel bastards are finished!
They became prey, but what about you and your sisters?
It's not like these insects can distinguish their prey.
While thinking, Helya suddenly saw a strange Vrykul staggering towards him as if he was drunk.
That guy's body is a bit more curvy and fairer than other Vrykuls. This is a symbol of "sissy" in the Vrykul tradition. And the most peculiar thing is that this guy has no hair.
No!
He has no hair, not even eyebrows or beard, just like a "white ghost"!
Even though this guy is as big as Vrykul and has the appearance of Vrykul, he can hold up a wine glass and shout with other Vrykul, but Helya just feels like something is wrong with "him".
It's like there's a strange and malicious "thing" hidden under this guy's skin.
Him.
No, "it" is just disguised as Vrykul.
Under Helya's silent and vigilant gaze, the guy staggered closer to the cage. He looked left and right, and while sipping Fel Wine, he seemed to have accidentally dropped the cage key in his hand on the ground in front of Helya.
Shieldmaiden Captain's eyes lit up, he reached out and grabbed the key in his hand, but then he found that there was strange mucus on the key, which looked disgusting!
"What are you?"
The guy turned around to leave, and Helya finally couldn't help but ask:
"You are not Vrykul!"
"Vrykul has skin, so do I. Vrykul has eyes, so do I. Vrykul has blood, so do I."
The guy turned his head at a terrifying 180° and said to Helya in the cage:
"I am Vrykul, I am the most orthodox Vrykul! Yes, I am Vrykul who is loyal to Light Weaver, and I am more orthodox than you all!"
"Damned heresy!"
Helya cursed loudly:
"Vrykul There are only two gods, Odin and Helya!"
"Hehe."
The weird Vrykul "White Ghost" made a weird sound, and his neck snapped back to its original position. While enjoying the Fel Wine in his hand, he waved his hand and said:
"Now, don't you, there are three of us. The great Light Weaver wants to see you. Behave for a while and don't think about running away! The insect swarm is very hungry, and your genes are very delicious."
The guy staggered back to the bustling wine table, where a fight had begun, and enjoyed the feast like no one else.
Helya stared at him, feeling hairy all over her body. She realized that in the background of the demonic invasion, there were some more terrifying things that had quietly sneaked into Vrykul's society, and this thing in front of her was just one of them.
She couldn't help but think, is there such a guy in Skold-Ashil?
Hiss, think about it carefully, it seems that a few sisters in my clan have shaved their heads recently. They said it was to get tattoos in praise of Odin, but...
"Click"
The light sound of unlocking was hidden in the chaotic roar, and the Fel brats were fighting even more energetically.
They were fighting for the right to mate with Shieldmaiden. The drunken bastards, whose brains were burned out by Fel, did not notice that Shieldmaiden were quietly opening the lock of the cage.
But Helya asked them not to be impulsive and wait for the opportunity.
Soon, the opportunity came.
As Shieldmaidens watched, a strange big bug fell from the sky and hit the table where Fel Vrykuls were eating and drinking.
That guy was like a blood-red "meat bug". It had no claws but its whole body was covered with strong bone spurs. Its two wings were also covered with spikes. There was a "flower"-like spout under its body, and green venom was boiling in its belly.
A drunken Vrykul stretched out his hand to throw the bug out so as not to spoil a pot of good soup. But in the next second, a ball of corrosive venom spurted out from the tail of the flying dragon and hit Vrykul's big face. The hissing flesh corrosion made the guy cover his face and scream in agony as he fell down.
That is to say, Vrykul Life Force is so powerful that other races will definitely die on the spot if they are sprayed like this.
The scream was the beginning, like a war cry.
The next second, hundreds of flying dragons flapped their bone wings and flew down from high altitude.
The stinging insects hiding underground also pierced the ground with their poisonous claws. The springtails hiding in the grass flapped their elytra and flew into the wind, pounced on the half-giants, and pierced the eyes and mouth of Vrykul with their crazy bone spurs.
The dark Void Magic smashed out from the shadows. Under the expressionless command of General Staghelm, the Shadewalker Warlocks who gathered here from all directions called on Entropic Energy to gather spells. The elite Warlocks summoned Warrior Bug and Assassin Bug to enter the battlefield.
The terrifying insect warrior grabbed the heavy sword and halberd, and swung his four claws to slash.
In just an instant, the village polluted by Fel was filled with blood.
Some Nathrezim disguised as Vrykul will run away when the situation is bad, but they have nowhere to escape when targeted by Void Hunter. Once they show up, Shadow Word's mental tear hit them, and Psychic Scream threw it into the battlefield as if it was free of charge. The demons were hard-controlled and unable to escape. Then the elite Warlock stepped forward and held the insect swarm bone knife to sacrifice in person.
These demons will be thrown into Sea of Darkness, and will be washed away by the tide of the void in the cage guarded by Overmind.
Shieldmaidens also rushed out.
They hate the insect swarm but hate the devil cubs who captured them even more. They pick up weapons from the ground and attack the crowd. These tough female wolves have been trained since childhood and are a true Spartan heritage. The weak will not survive in their clan.
It is said that those women who are eliminated will be sent back to Howling Fjord in Northrend, which is the hometown of Vrykul and the land of the weak. Those losers can live a good life there.
In short, these Shieldmaidens are proficient in various martial arts and have all kinds of weapons at their fingertips. While shouting the name of Odin, they attack and kill like crazy.
To be honest, Shadewalker's current insect swarm seriously lacks attack power. It is very difficult for the lower-level insects to deal with Vrykul, Warrior Bug and Assassin Bug. The number was too small to be useful, and the Shadewalkers had to go into battle in person to besiege such a large group of Fels, but the Shieldmaidens filled this gap perfectly.
When they kill them, they are like tanks. The three-meter-tall bodies are going crazy, and each one is an enemy of ten thousand people.
This chaotic battlefield quickly attracted the attention of Dreadlord, who was hiding in the village and planning a conspiracy. Mephistos appeared from a high place and glanced at the battlefield. The insects that were killing Fel Vrykul were things it had never seen before, but the power of the void used by Shadewalker meant that they were a group of chaotic bastards.
"Minions of the Void?"
Dreadlord exclaimed:
"When did you dare to act so openly? No! This must be Sea of Darkness's conspiracy, damn it."
Dreadlord was desperate for his life. After he realized something was wrong, he immediately planned to apply oil on his soles.
The purpose of tempting these Vrykuls to drink Fel is to use them to complete Stormheim's "God King Challenge" to obtain the legendary Pillars of Creation·Shield of Aggramar, but now it seems that this plan is probably going to go to waste.
Banaszar's actions in Highmountain were also not smooth. This place is simply Blasted Lands for Dreadlords. The creatures on this land are very savage, but the weak elves have various magic shields to make it difficult for them to penetrate. What Burning Legion's pioneers hate most is this kind of ghost place.
So Mephistos, who had beautiful blue wings, stamped her feet unhappily, lamenting that she would never be able to come to this ghost place Broken Isles again.
It's true that out of poverty there are unruly people!
Compared with these brutal and bellicose Vrykul, the Eastern Continent humans are simply too easy to bully.
With this thought in mind, it flapped its giant wings and rushed high into the sky, intending to leave here first to meet up with Banaszar. As a result, as soon as it took off, a blazing sky fire hit it. Mephistos made a sharp turn to avoid the holy flame, and then looked back.
Oh, what a guy!
Isn't it Vigilant standing on the hillside outside the village?
Are you here too?
"Run!"
This is the One thought that floats in Dreadlord's mind.
But unfortunately, Twins and even Imira next to Diakum have completed preparations for casting.
Sisters Saloras and Oreses are concentric and cast spells at a synchronization rate of 400%, allowing two "Finger of Death" with different energies to attack at the same time, Void and Holy Light's force infusion caused the great magic taught by Sarkir to pull out a dazzling beam of light in the air, hitting Dreadlord up and down, and the terrifying explosion tore apart half of Dreadlord's body.
The good-for-nothing senior also stepped forward and gave me a stab.
"Arcane·Finger of Death" burst out from her shaking fingertips, causing Dreadlord, who had been fed up with the damage, to turn into a bat Dispersion with a roar.
It was almost killed by the concentrated fire of three great magics!
The only way left would be to escape.
But as soon as the bats gathered their bodies, Twilight Hammer roared towards him and hit him in the head. Void Force's mental tearing made Mephistos scream and fall to the ground of Stormheim.
It knows it's doomed.
"I heard that when Sire Denathrius created you, he specially created a body for you that can perfectly accommodate the infusion of Six Forces."
Diakum under Devourer of Worlds Form appeared in the form of Dispersion transfer, and stepped on Dreadlord's breastplate with the heavy hooves wrapped in the cold Entropic Energy. He waved Twilight Hammer to tear open the crack leading to Sea of Darkness, and said:
"But Sea of Darkness has doubts about this. Come on, try if you can accommodate Void Power perfectly. I hope you can, otherwise, you will be really out of luck."