Chen Stormstout Takes the Blame

After Eagle Eye Platform, the enemies they encountered were basically all Ymirjar Vrykul. They fought their way to the Hall of the Abandoned, where they encountered over ten thousand Ymirjar Vrykul and engaged in a fierce battle.

By the time the Hall of the Abandoned had been cleared, several thousand Trifarix Legion warriors had fallen there as well.

Now, only the final location remained in all of Utgarde Pinnacle: Ymiron's Seat, where King Ymiron awaited.

Ymiron's Seat was a vast hall, yet it was exceptionally empty. With the Vrykul of Utgarde Pinnacle nearly all destroyed, Rend and Chen Stormstout entered together.

An ancient yet exquisite carpet stretched from the entrance all the way to the foot of King Ymiron's throne. Clad in plate armor, King Ymiron sat alone upon his throne, with four ancient Vrykul dragon-prowed ships beside him.

"You not only invaded my home, but you even dare challenge me? I will offer your heads as gifts to the great Reaper! Rualg njagaborr!" King Ymiron radiated regal majesty. After all, he was an unprecedented and unsurpassed king among the Vrykul. His powerful aura erupted at once, fury swirling around him.

Rend had already seen too many powerful figures. Even Kil'jaeden the Deceiver and Archimonde the Defiler, the two supreme demon lords, had been tricked by him. No matter how remarkable King Ymiron was, Rend found him rather ordinary.

Ignoring King Ymiron's violent aura, Rend calmly joked with Chen Stormstout beside him. "Old Chen, is this Reaper he mentioned the Lich King? Why do I feel like I'm looking at an idiot? Even the Quilboar of Kalimdor know the Lich King isn't the Reaper."

"You know how it is, Rend. Vrykul brains are all muscle." Chen Stormstout took a sip of wine, entirely lacking the air of someone facing a