The Maw of Souls.
This is an eerie sea, shrouded in a dark fog, with dilapidated and decaying ships moored on the shore or sailing on the ocean.
An aura of death permeated the air.
It's like being in the legendary hell.
The god-king Skovald arrived in this region.
He didn't know what fate awaited him, but he did know:
No matter what, things should be better than they are now.
He saw many hideous dead Vrykul, those were Kvaldir.
In ancient legends, Helya, with her magical skills comparable to Odyn and the Highkeeper Ra, combined with her burning rage and the power of the Shadowlands, created the Helheim.
Heroes among the Vrykul will ascend to Halls of Valor after death, becoming Val'kyr or Valarjar, while cursed souls will be drawn to the Helheim, becoming wrathful ghosts, or Kvaldir.
They blended into the ocean's mist, rising and falling with the tides.
An eternal fire of malice and pain burns in their souls, driving them to endlessly plunder the shores of Kalimdor.
And here, the Maw of Souls, is the first stop for cursed souls.
Only by arriving here and waiting amidst the dense fog can one encounter the legendary " Naglfar," and then be sent to the Helheim to undergo transformation by the power of Helya.
As the king of the Vrykul, Skovald spent his entire life fighting against Kvaldir and knew this place intimately.
He didn't know how many Kvaldir he had killed, and he had been here many times, but this time was different.
He heard Helya's call, came here, and sought refuge with Helya.
Since Odyn doesn't value me, then I'll help Helya overthrow him!
An ancient, decaying ship emerged from the mist.
There was only one person on the ship, a man who looked very much like Vrykul.
But when a gentle breeze lifted his cloak, it revealed twinkling starlight, like the deep starry sky of the night.
Skovald recalled an ancient legend.
Helya's Ferryman Habrulon, the helmsman of the Naglfar, is a mysterious figure.
He is neither Vrykul nor Titan-forged.
He is a different kind of noble being.
No one knows why he hangs out with Helya, but one thing is certain:
He was a remarkable and noble being.
"Get on board." As the ghost ship docked, Helya's Ferryman Habrulon's voice rang out, as deep as the starry sky.
Skovald hesitated for a moment, then shook his head.
Now that you've made this decision, why hesitate?
He strode forward, leaped up, and landed steadily in the cabin.
set sail.
Nothing could be seen around us; a thick fog blocked everything.
Skovald had absolutely no idea where the Helheim was, nor did anyone else.
I don't know how much time has passed.
Finally, he arrived in a corrupt country and experienced the negative side of the soul:
decrepit.
Everyone says the Helheim is another Shadowlands, and it seems they are right.
"Follow the guidance of the cursed soul, and you will meet Helya," Helya's Ferryman Habrulon's voice rang out.
Skovald disembarked.
He took a deep breath and moved forward.
He knew he would embrace his own destiny, a destiny not controlled by Odyn.
" Helya's curse binds me, preventing me from leaving this temple, and neither can Eyir."
Odyn's voice echoed from the throne, "Therefore, everything depends on you. Nicholas, Uther, Jotun. Your strength is not enough. I will send Hyrja and Hymdall to lead the Val'kyr and Valarjar to help you, but... it is still not enough."
"I have help."
Jiang Jie smiled and looked north, towards the direction of the Helheim: " Helya's ambitions have grown. The Helheim's hand has reached beyond Stormheim, encroaching on the interests of other equal entities."
"Is that so? I didn't expect to be working with him again. Well, things are different now; we can cooperate."
Odyn clearly knew who Jiang Jie was referring to, and nodded reluctantly, asking, "When do you plan to depart?"
Jiang Jie smiled, "Now."
To deal with the inevitable dangers facing Azeroth, Odyn created Halls of Valor and recruited Val'kyr and Valarjar.
Tens of thousands of years have passed since then.
Although unforeseen events occurred, with Helya and the Helheim claiming at least half of the Vrykul's souls, the accumulated numbers of Val'kyr and Valarjar have reached a very considerable figure:
Eight hundred.
In total, there are eight hundred.
not much?
It's not many; any random human city could easily produce that many people.
In tens of thousands of years, only eight hundred people were recruited, which means that it takes about one hundred years to recruit one person. This ratio is ridiculously low.
However...
What if they were all Legendary?
Eight hundred Val'kyr, Valarjar, eight hundred Legendary.
Legendary rarely seen in the human world, with as many as eight hundred!
Even if you add up all the races in the Alliance and the Horde, you probably wouldn't find eight hundred Legendary, not even five hundred, and probably even fewer.
This is Odyn's foundation, the culmination of tens of thousands of years of accumulation by the Prime Designate of Azeroth.
This is a power powerful enough to sweep across the entirety of Azeroth.
Now, led by Hyrja and Hymdall, they stood behind Jiang Jie.
They arrived at the Maw of Souls.
Looking at the thick fog before him, Jiang Jie unleashed his spiritual perception.
He discovered that the fog here was remarkably similar to the fog in Pandaria, both blocking vision and mental perception.
Even his own Demigod- level spirit couldn't penetrate too far.
The mist of Pandaria is the essence of Shaohao, while the mist here is the power leaking from the Helheim.
While Shaohao was indeed powerful, how could he possibly compare to the mighty Helya?
"Is there any way to Dispel the fog?" Jiang Jie asked.
"Cannot."
Hymdall, clad in golden armor and sword in hand, stepped forward and gently shook his head. "This mist is formed from the death energy and decaying soul power of the Helheim, from countless cursed souls. Even Demigod cannot Dispel so many cursed souls... Perhaps only Odyn and Eyir can."
Odyn and Eyir?
Jiang Jie smiled slightly and turned to look at Uther: " Eyir is the Val'kyr god, wielding Holy Light energy that is unimaginable to ordinary people, and can use Holy Light to Dispel fog. Although the Holy Light energy you wield is not as great as Eyir's, you have three artifacts with you, so combined, you might not be inferior to Eyir."
Jiang Jie didn't say much, Uther understood what he meant.
He stepped forward, his body clad in gleaming golden armor, identical to the one worn by Hymdall.
It was Odyn's gift.
This is a creation of the Stormforge, Titans, and ranked among the Legendary.
Originally intended for Valarjar, it was an enormous piece, but Titans- forged items naturally have a body-adaptive effect, and it fit Uther perfectly.
Subsequently, the armor was reforged by the power of the Aegis of Aggramar, the Holy Hammer of the Silver Hand, and Fist of Tyr —a process of Lightforging and order-forging—making the armor even stronger and more suitable for Tyr's successor.
It's more suitable for Uther.
Uther raised his hand, his right arm and right hand glowing with Holy Light, the Holy Hammer of the Silver Hand in his grasp.
He raised his left hand, Aegis of Aggramar was in his grasp.
In this state, Uther wields Holy Light energy that surpasses that of ordinary Demigod.
In terms of energy level alone, it is indeed comparable to Eyir.
This is because he has not yet fully gained the approval of the three divine artifacts.
Otherwise, with just these three divine artifacts, he would be on par with the Dragon Aspects and the Elemental Lords.
Uther braced himself with both arms, striking his shield with his warhammer.
A brilliant golden light shone, illuminating an area of a thousand meters in radius.
Wherever they went, the fog dissipated.
While I don't care about Dispel all the mist from the Maw of Souls, it's enough.
Thousands upon thousands of Kvaldir emerged and charged toward them.
The great battle has begun!
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