"You are..."
Dick, who walked out of Portal, looked at the half-giant in front of him. There was no doubt that this was a Vrykul, which should be the first generation Vrykul after Curse of Flesh. There were also signs of atavism, but you could tell from the size.
The ordinary Vrykul, which is also the Vrykul of Northrend, is generally about 3 meters tall. Although it is also called a semi-giant, it can never reach the crazy momentum of the guy in front of him. The beast in Wilderness is purely a murderous spirit tempered in endless battles.
The one next to Dick could not help but enter a fighting state. Warrior Darion, who is carrying Artifact, might also be able to reach this level, but at the moment, he is likely to be killed instantly by this Vrykul. The gap is too big.
Vrykul, who fell from the sky, ignored Dick's question. Instead, he put away his ax and tilted his head to look at Darion. Helm couldn't see his face, but he could see a hint of ridicule at the corner of his mouth. He stretched out his left hand and hooked Darion.
The provocative meaning is self-evident. Darion held Blade of Wrath tightly with both hands. The sword moved unusually at this moment, as if it was shouting violently.
Jaina wanted to stop Darion from stepping forward, but was blocked by Dick.
"This is a matter between Warrior, Darion doesn't know what he is facing yet, let him go! This will be good for his future."
"Ah!"
Maybe it was infected by the bloody aura lingering on Blade of Wrath, or maybe it was some kind of Secret Technique from this Vrykul. In short, Darion involuntarily entered the state of Anger Mastery, and its two eyes turned into Blood Red. The entire body also exuded the tragic murderous aura accumulated after countless bloody battles.
Thousands of ghosts were crying. At this moment, the invisible cold wind was swirling around the body of young Warrior. Seeing this scene, Dick's eyes lit up. It seemed that Darion had not given up on the pursuit of power. This momentum showed that this guy had already touched the essence of power.
When Vrykul on the opposite side saw this scene, the ridicule at the corner of his mouth slowly disappeared. Originally he only stretched out one hand, but now he moved his hands and placed the two Fist outside his body.
"Come, let me see your bravery!"
Vrykul said something loudly, but this was a pure Titan language. Apart from Dick, only Jaina could barely understand it.
But it didn't matter. Darion dragged Blade of Wrath backwards, lowered his body, and strode forward. His speed quickly reached the limit. When his speed and momentum reached the highest point, Darion jumped up. The blood-colored Longsword in his hands flashed a wild and brilliant light in the air, and struck Vrykul's head.
This is definitely a blow that Darion gathered all his will and power into one point. Just like the attack Dick made when facing Nefarian, it is the strongest blow he can do now.
Logically speaking, facing such a swift and violent blow, Vrykul's choice should be to retreat and force away the edge, but he did not. On the contrary, when facing Longsword, which was chopped from the sky, he not only did not retreat, but instead faced it.
Fist, who was clenching his left hand, was like thunder piercing the calm. When he punched, it even broke the air, causing an explosion of laughter. The corner of Dick's eyes twitched when he saw it. How powerful is this bastard?
That punch came later, hitting Darion's sword-holding hands accurately. His other hand was also held in Fist, and another powerful blow hit Darion's abdomen.
"Bang!"
With a muffled sound, young Warrior's body flew out spinning in the air and fell to the ground in a panic. Blade of Wrath, which had lost its sword holder, also buzzed in the air and was inserted into the ground at Vrykul's feet.
"Well... the momentum is pretty good, but Combat Techniques and strength are so weak."
Vrykul, who knocked down Darion with one blow, shrugged, shook his head, and was about to turn around and leave. But at this moment, Dick's voice came into his ears, the orthodox Titan language, mixed with a hint of power that made him feel pressure.
Of course, it is not because of the power of Dick itself, but the authority of Guardians. Vrykul, as Titan-forged, as the original Titan Sentinel, and Tol'vir who are currently cautiously contacting the outside world, also have deep-seated obedience to the authority of Guardians.
But that's for the ordinary Vrykul. The one in front of you is anything but ordinary.
"Valarjar's visitor, are you here with the will of Odyn on your back?"
Vrykul's turning movement slowed down a bit. He turned his head, and then he really paid attention to Dick, who was not a threat to him. Then he saw Scepter of Orsis in Dick's hand, and Dick's left hand intentionally extended.
He suddenly realized, no wonder Master Odyn set his first stop here!
"Are you Heir from Tyr?"
Vrykul frowned and looked at Dick. His speaking voice was like a low muffled thunder. Coupled with his giant height, it was difficult to give people a sense of justice.
"Why are you so weak? Not even as good as this low-level Warrior?"
Hearing this, Dick couldn't help but touch his nose and raised his hands in embarrassment, "For some special reasons... Anyway, I'm curious as to why you appear here at this time? As far as I know, Valarjar and Halls of Valor should still be in the blockade of Helya, and you shouldn't be able to get out."
These words made Vrykul Helm's face change rapidly several times, but soon, this arrogant Warrior waved his hand and said loudly,
"This has nothing to do with you, Heir of Tyr. If you are so weak, you are destined to be unable to help Mr. Odyn. As for why I came here, it has nothing to do with you. I can only say that I have an important mission. Don't stop me! Unless you can beat me!"
"Ah, Warrior..."
Dick rubbed his forehead with a headache. What he saw in front of him was a true portrayal of the orthodox Warriors. Everything was based on strength. They were so decisive that it was hard to accept, and there was no way to persuade them. They only valued strength.
In fact, even when he was in his prime, facing Vrykul and Dick in front of him, he was not sure of victory. Well, he could at least guarantee that he would not be defeated.
Through the sense of breath, the Vrykul in front of him is not so strong that no one can fight against him. His strength is probably above Hero. However, with the addition of Bloodline and will from the ancestor Vrykul, he is destined to be more difficult to deal with than most Hero.
"At least tell me your name, Vrykul, we are on the same side."
Paladin saw this savage Vrykul and turned around to leave. He asked in a more serious tone, "Could you choose a new Spirit for Halls of Valor?"
"Hey, you know so much!"
Vrykul turned his head, and a ferocious smile appeared at the corner of Helm's mouth, "No one has dared to ask so many questions in front of me, and I usually answer them with an axe, but what you said makes sense., I guess you guessed it right, and my name is Gavincente, Gavincente·Skovald, remember this name, he is destined to spread the name of Valarjar throughout the world!"
Watching the tall Vrykul disappear quickly among Theramore's Swamp, Dick had a headache.
Darion was knocked unconscious by that blow, and was currently being carried up by Demitier who followed Dick. Liadrin and Jaina were obviously very interested in the sudden appearance of Vrykul.
"Honey, why do you know him? And Valarjar, what is that?"
Liadrin held Dick's arm and asked curiously. Paladin glanced at the direction where Vrykul disappeared again and answered dully,
"Valarjar is the temple of Warrior, also known as Skyhold or Skyhold. It is the residence of High Guardians, the war commander Odyn, and Barracks, the most powerful one tens of millions of years ago Warrior is proud of his fanatical fight to the death, striving to enter Valarjar and become the never-tiring battle Spirit. In fact, that is also where Odyn selects his soldiers. It is said that only the most powerful Warrior is qualified to enter it."
"The rest of the story is more complicated. As for Odyn and Helya and Ulduar's Guardians's grievances, I couldn't finish them in one day. Darion He was lucky. Although he failed, he was at least partially recognized by Gavincente·Skovald. Even after he died in battle, his soul would go to Halls of Valor and become the immortal Spirit."
Dick curled his lips, "What a lucky guy."
Jaina's focus was more precise. She came close to Dick's ear and whispered,
"That Vrykul ax feels very similar to Fire of Justice and Flow of the First, or even Blade of Wrath from Darion. Is that also..."
"Yes, that is also Artifact."
Dick's eyes widened, "That should be one of Warrior's three Artifacts, Valarjar War-swords, a weapon forged by Odyn himself, and this mysterious Vrykul was also recognized by the weapon, making it take the form of Dragon-Slayer's Edge. In other words, he at least held those two swords and killed two Storm Dragons. It's not simple, it's not simple."
After saying that, Paladin chuckled twice, and he said with a smile to the two beauties supporting him,
"The rude Vrykul thought that I didn't know his mission. In fact, I felt it early on. The Longsword...Truthguard that was carried behind his back was really unimaginable. That weapon actually appeared under such circumstances. It seems that his mission is related to this weapon."
"Truthguard? Sounds like a shield."
Demitier added a sentence, which attracted Dick's appreciation.
"That's right, Demi, that is a shield, that sword is just the key to find the shield. I just don't know which lucky guy will be qualified to get that weapon. That is a supreme honor."
Speaking of this, Liadrin's eyes lit up, and she looked at Dick,
"Your Fire of Justice was taken away by that naughty girl Anveena, then do you want to go..."
"No, no, no, Lia, you still don't understand."
Dick shook his head, "Artifact all have their own will, they will not choose the same master, and Artifact are all extensions of the essence of power. It does not mean that I grabbed it. You can use it in your hand. In fact, my whole life has been tied to Fire of Justice, Anveena... let her go, she is a special factor, there will be no second her in this world."
"Besides, now is not the time to consider such things. Although I can probably guess what Odyn is thinking, but unfortunately, you have also seen that Vrykul only believes in power. As I am now, I can't even get his respect, let alone other requirements."
Dick reached out and touched Liadrin's orange hair, then strolled into Portal opened by Jaina,
"Northern Expedition...Northern Expedition, that's the real big deal, let's go, let's go meet those people and talk about it again."