Ymiron is sitting on the throne, his left hand supporting his tilted face, wearing a red horn helmet, and his expression cannot be seen.
But judging from his fingers that kept beating on the armrest of the throne, after Fortress was finally defeated and the challenger was about to arrive, Ymiron was in a pretty good mood...
This is a hall that is not luxurious. The only thing that is related to preciousness is the red plush carpet in front of Ymiron's wooden throne. It is completely handmade and was a gift given to him by his people when Ymiron became King thousands of years ago.
Vrykul advocates strength. King in a country must be the one who can fight the best. The same is true for Ymiron. He is even better than the legendary Vrykul Some Hero are stronger, but he may be a good Warrior, but not a good King, or in other words, not a good King.
In... well, about fifteen thousand years ago, when the whole earth had not yet been divided, Ymiron was Howling Bay the most capable of all Vrykul. At that time Vrykul was fighting fiercely with the Furbolgs of Grizzly Hills, and the Guardianss lost news one after another, causing these creatures that were supposed to live in peace to become wild and Anger.
It was in that situation that Ymiron, like countless Vrykul men, chose to go to the battlefield and fight for the clan and the country.
After that generation of old King died on the battlefield, Ymiron was chosen as the new King because of his powerful martial arts and fearless Courage. During the period when just ascended the throne, Ymiron was very lucky. Under his leadership, Vrykul of Howling Bay drove the Furbolg back to their hometown with great momentum. It was a war that lasted for hundreds or even thousands of years.
Also in that war of constant victory, Ymiron His Majesty was so famous that almost all the clans swore allegiance to him. At that time, Dragonflayer Clan, the ancient horn symbolizing power was placed on the wall of Utgarde Pinnacle. Every ten years, Ymiron would personally blow the horn to summon the leaders of the clans to come to discuss matters. This was definitely an amazing achievement at the time.
Before Ymiron, almost no King had achieved this achievement. Considering that Vrykul's politics were full of physical confrontations, we can naturally draw a conclusion:
Fifteen thousand years ago, Ymiron was definitely the most capable of the Mortal race from this Planet!
But at the end of the war with Bearfolk, when Ymiron decided to explore the mountains Expedition, an accident occurred.
Curse of Flesh quickly Spread in the country of Vrykul, it is a mysterious Plague that makes the children born deformed and weak. This the Cursed actually appeared when Ymiron was born, but during those war years, it Spread became more and more huge.
Ymiron tried various methods, even personally interrupting the war with Bearfolk, and led the army to go out to find Odyn, who had lost contact, to seek help.
But unfortunately, at that time, Odyn was already trapped in Halls of Valor, and Ymiron got nothing. Under this weird the Cursed that was spreading faster and faster, Ymiron's country was in danger. At this time, Ymiron made a bold decision.
Odyn's faith not only failed to help them, but also made the atmosphere of the entire country become panic and turbulent. Even the war on the front line failed. So in order to reverse this decline, King stood up and called on the people to abandon their faith in Odyn and Titans and worship their ancestors instead.
Under his iron-blooded methods, the entire country quickly emerged from panic. With the support of new beliefs, Vrykul became brave and good at fighting again, and finally won the final victory against Bearfolk. That victory has been maintained to this day. Even fifteen thousand years later, Grizzly Hills's Bearfolk dare not cross the snow-capped mountains at will.
Brave, tenacious, fearless, and unyielding, this is almost the portrayal of Ymiron's life, but then at the end of his reign, the outbreak of Curse of Flesh completely destroyed his rule.
In order to ensure the purity of Bloodline, Ymiron ordered the killing of those deformed children. This move set off a flight Storm in his country.
No one dared to disobey Ymiron's order, but no parents were willing to kill their children, so Great Escape appeared. According to Explorer's League Honorary President Brann Bronzebeard, those fleeing Vrykul were the first batch of Eastern Kingdoms The ancestors of mankind, of course, Dick also knew that the humans Ancestor in the north of Eastern Kingdoms and South actually came from two places, as well as the Vrykul clan of Uldaman who followed Tyr across the sea.
But even with such cruel methods, Ymiron failed to defeat Final Battle in his life. In the end, Curse of Flesh almost swept his kingdom. For this reason, Ymiron had no choice but to defeat him. He chose to enter Sleep without taking his people with him, but his beloved wife, the witch Queen Angrboda, chose to become Guardians of Ymiron’s Great Tomb and guarded the tomb for her husband for nearly ten thousand years.
Everyone knows what happened next. After being awakened, Ymiron chose to form an alliance with Lich King in order to get rid of Curse of Flesh, but they seemed to be inseparable from each other. Now, the faith that belongs to Odyn, which he completely abandoned back then, has returned to this land again.
Listen, there is still their Champion Declaration of War voice.
Ymiron let out a deep laugh, shifted his left hand, and gently fished it beside the throne. A heavy black giant sword like a tuning fork fell into his hand. It was the weapon he used fifteen thousand years ago. Today, it will drink blood again.
Ymiron stood up from the throne. His tall body made him look like a real red giant. His armor was Blood Red's, which simply wrapped his arms, legs and chest. There were wild war patterns on the exposed skin. The orange-red beard on his chest was tied into several whips by his wife, adding a touch of softness to his indifferent face under his huge curve Horned Warhelm.
This face became vivid in an instant.
The moment he stood up, a voice sounded outside the hall,
"King! Everything is ready! Please leave here with me, it is no longer safe here!"
A tall Vrykul general carrying a heavy hammer and wearing blue armor walked into the hall. His eyes were shining with green light, and his body was covered with thick Frost. Obviously, this was a Undead transformed Vrykul, but even after death, his loyalty to King did not diminish at all. He knelt on the ground with one knee and shouted loudly to Ymiron who had his back turned,
"Invader has broken into the loot hall, we don't have much time!"
"No... my loyal Skadi, I will not leave my castle."
Ymiron's deep voice sounded, and his left hand was gently stroking the wall behind the throne. There were Admonition left by Vrykul King in the past. The last line was carved there by Ymiron himself before Sleep.
"I fight for my country, whether in life or after death! I will leave all the glory there!"
His fingers felt the rough scratches, Ymiron's voice fell silent, and Skadi, the powerful dragon-plundering general, said anxiously,
"King, our failure is only temporary! We only need to go to Warren De in Grizzly Hills, where Lord is still loyal to you. As long as we get there, you can summon the army at any time, and we will fight back again, just like Ten Thousand Years Ago we did! This country cannot live without you!"
"Skadi, do you know the origins of the people of the same race outside?"
Ymiron turned around, took out a Insignia with Carved holding Valarjar Holy Rune, and threw it to Skadi, who held it in his hand, and then looked at his own King.
"This... this is... this is Odyn's..."
"Yes, this is Odyn's belief, Odyn's Insignia... They are back, good!"
Ymiron's battle sword pillar was on the ground, and his voice became louder and louder, "Go, Skadi, escort my beloved Angrboda out of here, go to Warren De to wait for me News, don't have any contact with Arthas anymore. Odyn has joined the war. There is no hope for that Dark Lord. You and I both know how powerful Odyn is!"
"But I want to stay... not as King, but as Warrior. I want to stay. I want to personally ask Odyn why he abandoned us in the first place! Why did he let his Follower suffer such a nightmare! This is what I must do!"
King reached out and took off the golden badge that represented the symbol of King pinned to his chest, and threw it on the ground aside. He took a deep breath,
"You know, my loyal Skadi, I have been waiting for this opportunity for ten thousand years, and I don't plan to wait any longer... Or are you planning to stop a Warrior from pursuing his goals?"
General Plundering Dragon was silent. After a moment, he stood up and bowed respectfully to Ymiron.
"His Majesty, I have never regretted following you. Being able to fight under your command is the greatest honor of my life!"
"You take the first step, and I will come later! After all, I can't let you go to another battlefield alone. You need soldiers, and I am the best soldier!"
"Okay, Skadi... go, finish what you should do, protect Angrboda, don't let her do stupid things! Then tell her... I love her... go!"
The footsteps of General Plundering Dragon slowly moved away. Ymiron closed his eyes, holding the black Longsword in both hands, standing in front of the throne, like a cold statue, but the sparks of Blood Red had already begun to ignite under his feet. With just one introduction, the fire of Anger would burn everything in front of him.
He is waiting, this King, this Warrior is waiting... waiting for the arrival of Odyn's will.
He wanted to question the will that he believed in and then abandoned. He wanted to scold him, and he wanted to challenge him! He suffered everything just for his own people.
The sound of armor clashing sounded in the throne hall of Ymiron. Gavincente, wearing a heavy helmet, walked into this lonely and cold hall alone. Warrior was holding two Dragon-slaying Axe soaked in blood. He looked at the figure standing in front of him holding a sword, and he stopped.
"Ymiron... I grew up listening to your Legendary story. In the history of the Fel-Slayer Clan, you are one of our greatest and strongest King and Champion. About your story, the old people couldn't tell it for three days and three nights... But I never thought that one day I would see you in such a posture."
There was a hint of sadness in Gavincente's voice. He looked at Ymiron with his eyes closed in front of him, as if waiting for his answer. After a few seconds, the king of Vrykul opened his eyes and looked at Gavincente, who was like a heavy-duty Fortress.
"So... should I be honored? Boy."
Two Dragon-slaying Axe opened in front of Ymiron, spilling the blood on the ax blade on the red carpet, making it brighter red. Gavincente's voice became colder,
"I am Champion from Odyn. He asked me to take you back... You'd better come with me now, Ymiron. I don't want to use Chains..."
"Bang!"
Before Gavincente finished speaking, a Fist wrapped in red Flame Storm, like a meteor falling from above, hit the War Helm on his face that was covered with sharp cones.
This punch was so powerful that it directly knocked Gavincente's Helm away and hit the ground. The edge of the thick War Helm, which was completely made of Fine Steel, had already been hit with a crack by this punch, which was simply shocking.
And Gavincente also got up from the ground in shock with a look of shock. With his eyesight, he could only catch the figure of Ymiron, and was directly beaten out., who was standing opposite him, Ymiron held Black Greatsword in one hand and shook it with the other hand. Blood Red's anger Stormrage was as real as real, beating on his Fist.
Ymiron tilted his head and looked at Gavincente who got up from the ground. His voice was full of surprise,
"What? Now Odyn's standard of selecting Champion has dropped so drastically... Can a child like you be called Champion?"
"Haha, kid, you'd better be serious... I can tell you responsibly, if this is your true level, then Odyn... I'm afraid I will lose a Champion. You have to know... I am not just King, before that, I was the best..."
"Bang!"
It was almost a replica of the situation just now. At the end of Ymiron's words, his Longsword was held horizontally in front of him. In the blink of an eye, he blocked Gavincente, Vrykul whose whole body was burning with red flames. Warrior grinned, with a trace of blood on the corner of his mouth. He looked at Ymiron, with substantial flames almost burning in his eyes.
"The best Warrior? What a coincidence... me too!" 8)
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