Although this temple built by the Vrykul was not Aggramar's Vault,
Herad's trip had still been worthwhile.
There were no fewer than seven Vrykul heroes guarding the temple!
Although two of them wielded two-handed greatswords, the total still came to twelve weapons.
The haul here accounted for half of everything collected throughout the western region.
On the mountaintop above the temple, Herad gazed toward the eastern region across the strait.
On this side of the strait, the vegetation grew lush and green.
Across the strait, however, the vegetation was withered and yellow, giving the place a lifeless look.
In the game, that was a dangerous area where the dead far outnumbered the living.
In reality, there probably would not be many living people there.
After all, the environment there had been ruined, and a complete food chain no longer existed.
The living Vrykul could hardly survive by eating mud, could they?
Of course, food could also be transported from the western region over that enormous wooden bridge spanning the strait.
But what would be the point?
They would be better off retreating to the western region to live.
Vrykul pirate warships could often be seen passing through the bay between the western and eastern regions.
The Vrykul pirates' warships were much like the Viking dragonships on Earth.
However, the Vrykul pirates did not use sails.
With their tremendous strength, the Vrykul pirates could row their ships at great speed.
In that respect, it was more like Chinese dragon boat racing.
Dragon boat races only involved a short burst of hard rowing to decide the winner.
The Vrykul pirates, however, could easily row for days and nights.
That made them unstoppable when raiding!
Since there was a drop of seven or eight hundred meters between the ground and the bay, Herad