Chapter 691 11. Hot Treasure

The Mirmor clan is one of the many vrykul clans in Stormheim. It is divided into two branches, the Bonetalker and the Dekgar. A queen who likes to provoke wars, so the Mormon Clan has been staying in the southwest of Stormheim, living a life of indifference.

However, these days of innocence came to an end with the arrival of the Dreadlords, the cunning Dreadlord Varimathras, who seduced Skovald, the queen's son of the Clansmite Queen, into a kingdom bent on conquest. The reckless man who followed the path led troops to kill his mother, inherited the throne, took the lead in drinking fel energy, and became a more powerful fel vrykul.

With the power in his hands, Skovald began to fight everywhere. In the past few years, he led the fel vrykul to defeat many clans in one fell swoop. He was ambitious and called himself the king of gods. Under the instigation of the fear demon kings, He wholeheartedly wanted to challenge Odin, the main god believed by the Vrykul, and get the shield of Aggramar, which was stored in the temple of Valarjar, to prove his bravery.

Of course, just by listening to the name, you can tell that the Shield of Aggramar, like the Hammer of Khazgoros, was once used by the Creation Titans, and it is also one of the five Pillars of Creation.

The dreadlords had a good plan. It took them several months to figure out the myths and beliefs of the local Vrykul. They knew the grievances between Odin, the guardian of the titans, and Hela, the queen of the abyss. , but the dreadlords who were busy looking for the Pillar of Creation did not intend to intervene in the grievances between these two guardians, they adopted a very cunning method.

Tens of thousands of years ago, Odin was sealed in the Valagar Fort by Hela and the betrayed guardian, but the guardian could use the phantom to observe the world. He once tried to keep the local Vrykul brave According to the tradition, he made a promise that the strongest who can pass the three tests set by Odin can get the shield of Aggramar.

Of course, the brave Vrykul who got the Aegis of Aggramar naturally joined Odin's side, and Odin, who was trapped in the Hall of Valor, could defeat Hela through this hero holding a fetish. to break the seal of Valarjar.

This is also where Odin is criticized. As the chief manager of the Titan Guardian, he has a rigid pursuit of etiquette and rules. A coat of glory and courage, he did miss a lot of things, just like other Titan Guardians, he also has his own emotions.

But the problem is that when Odin set up the three trials, he may have overestimated the Vrykuls. In short, until now, tens of thousands of years have passed, and few people can pass the trials. As for this trial, it has almost become a mythical story passed down by the local Vrykul people. However, Skovald, who has the support of demons, is ready for the trial...

But before the real start, he still needs to prepare a few things.

And now, on the night the Highmountain tauren were routed, the great camp of the magimor vrykul clan in Stormheim roared with joy, bloodthirsty fel warriors reveling, drinking, mating, and their god-king Sko Wald also sat proudly on the throne of bones. In order to show his bravery, he stabbed his left eye blind with his own hands. It is said that this was to pay tribute to Odin who was blind in one eye.

In short, after a big victory, Skovald was in a good mood. He asked his servants to bring his pair of sons and daughters, and then half-coaxed and half-deceived a glass of wine to them, and he drank it with a laugh. Down a glass of wine.

Look carefully!

Under the light of the moonlight and the big bonfire, the dark green evil energy was still shining in the wine glass...

The madman! Not only did he drink the evil energy himself, but he even fed his children with his own hands!

And amidst the commotion, a very important conversation was going on in the hut far away from the central area of ​​the clan. Several dreadlords who had shrunk their bodies to mortal levels were gathering here, and the faint blue light shone The Holy Hammer was placed on the table in front of them.

Outside the hut, a fel barrier glowing with a faint halo is in operation, which can ensure that the conversations of the dreadlords will not be heard by anyone.

"That trash Detherocco is dead..."

Casanatiel, who was sitting on the chair, grabbed his chin and said a little irritably:

"It's a waste. It was killed by a stupid cow. Now, we have one less person we can use."

"Boss, you can't really blame it."

Hearing the news, the dreadlord Balnazar, who rushed back from the ruins of Azsuna at the westernmost end of the Broken Isles, smiled slyly and said softly:

"Who would have thought that the power of this holy hammer would be so terrifying. Deseroc's death is his own fault. It is too weak and does not deserve to be a member of the Council of Fear, but this holy hammer... if it is held in our hands, a I'm afraid a blow can easily separate a mountain."

Probably seeing the greed shining in Balnazar's eyes, Varimathras, who was sitting on the other side, snorted coldly, and slapped Balnazar's claws that were grabbing the holy hammer away. It said in a deep voice:

"Don't touch it. The Titan energy inside this thing is instinctively repelling the evil energy. The Titan must have left some "safety locks". Moreover, we cannot leave it in our hands."

"What's the meaning?"

Balnazar asked with some disappointment:

"Such a treasure, do you want to give it away?"

"Send it back!"

Casanatir cast a gloomy glance at the holy hammer in front of him. The cruel and powerful first lord said:

"It took us nearly 2 years to finally determine the positions of the five pillars of founding, but except for the Hammer of Kazgros, which is relatively easy to obtain, the other four are guarded by powerful forces. Relying on the few of us and those useless miscellaneous troops, there is no way to get them."

"If we want to get all the pillars of creation at once, we must get the support of the main force of the legion, but the fraudster, hehe, that bastard will definitely not help us so easily. Without his order, we even mobilized the undead Scourge No...so we need more power, brothers, and Hammer, that's our vote!"

The first lord narrowed his eyes, looked at the three dreadlord lords in front of him, and said sinisterly:

"We will secretly dedicate this thing to the Dark Titan, and prove our ability to the Dark Titan. At that time, the great Lord Sargeras will know who is his truly trustworthy subordinate, and we will fight with the fraudster Sit on an equal footing, command the main force of the legion, and as long as we can get all the Pillars of Creation, the rise of Nathrezim...hahahaha, that's right in front of us!"

"We don't need to beg for a little bit of leftovers from fraudsters!"

Casanatyr's claws touched the surface of the holy hammer, and a stream of sparks shot up from the contact place, illuminating the dim hut, and the bright light reflected Casanatyr's ambitious The shadow it cast made other dreadlords lower their heads subconsciously, especially Tichondrius, the original first lord until now, even if he is not convinced, he has to admit that when it comes to his ability and cunning To a certain extent, Casanatiel is much stronger than him.

"But now there's a problem, guys."

Casanatiel's eyes fell on the three dreadlords in front of him, and there was a hint of impatience in his voice:

"Malganis died in Stratholme, Deseroc was crushed to death by the Holy Hammer, Bain Huller was still playing with those night elves in Kalimdor, now the only ones who can move freely are the four of us .”

"I'm going to stay in the Broken Isles to take a look at the overall situation. That ambitious idiot Skovald is about to start Odin's trial. This is an important matter related to the Shield of Aggramar. I can't get away. So, send The task of returning the Holy Hammer to Argus is to choose one of the three of you."

As soon as Kassanatyr finished speaking, the entire shed fell silent. This task sounds simple, and it seems like an honor to be able to meet the Dark Titan, but it is not...

The actions of the Dreadlords were not recorded in advance within the legion at all, which is equivalent to a small group walking alone, no matter in any system, this kind of self-play behavior has always been hated by the leaders.

At present, the Dreadlords are still under the management of the Fraudsters, so once the news leaks, the messenger who runs back to Argus with the Hammer will be arrested by the Fraudsters almost immediately, and torture is the best As a result, once the fraudster is angered, it is possible to be thrown into the soul forge and beaten for ten thousand years.

Secondly, although the world of Argus has a device to directly contact the Dark Titan, no one present has used it, or even seen it, and there are rumors that in the burning temple, there is a terrifying, unrecognizable guard Or, in the previous history, those demons who stepped into the temple without being summoned, no matter how powerful they were, none of them seemed to be able to come back.

And then again, even if the Dark Titan saw the Holy Hammer and Long Yan was overjoyed to reward him, the biggest credit is that Casanatiel, who proposed this plan and carried out a successful raid, had the most people reporting back That is a verbal reward.

To sum up, this beautiful event of "delivering good news" is actually full of dangers. If you are not careful, you will end up in pieces. With the dark wisdom of the fearful demon kings, it is naturally impossible not to miss these hidden dangers.

Therefore, in less than a second, Balnazar immediately shrugged his shoulders, and the rather clever dreadlord took a step back and said in a low voice:

"My work in Azsuna has been very deep. The lingering ghosts have hidden the Tidestone, but I have found a breakthrough, so I have no way to leave."

Obviously, Bannazar is not only worried about those dangers, but also worried that once it leaves, the achievements it made before will be taken away by the remaining companions. Once others get the Tide Stone in advance, then Barnazar All his previous work was in vain. Don't overestimate the character of the Dreadlord. Bannazar believed that his "companions" could definitely do such a shameless thing.

After all, in the cognition of the Dread Demon King, it is simply the most glorious "tradition" to fight the sap to grab the fruits of victory.

Hearing this, Varimathras and Tichondrius cursed secretly.

Damn it, their little thoughts have been peeped through.

"I've made contact with some of the Shal'dorei elves in Suramar..."

Varimathras rolled his eyes and whispered:

"I'm sure that the mighty Eye of Aman'Thul is hidden in that city 10,000 years ago. I'm going to be busy with this matter recently, so I'll give this opportunity to make meritorious service to His Excellency Tichondrius." Bar."

"I..."

Tichondrius also wanted to say something, but in the next moment, the eyes of the three remaining people fell on it, looking at Kassanatier's eyes, Tichondrius couldn't help swallowing , it looked left and right, and found that it couldn't hide, so it could only grit its teeth and say:

"Then I'll go, but I declare in advance... If the Dark Titan vetoes this thing, don't expect me to take the blame for you, Kassanatier, you can't take all the good things!"

"Ha ha ha ha!"

Casanatiel laughed and patted Tichondrius on the shoulder. The cruel and cunning first lord said softly:

"Don't worry, there must be benefits for you...Brothers, the seat of the Nathrezim Fear Council should be changed, think about it, we are here to risk the service of the Legion, Anaceron and Memphis Toss is hiding in the back to enjoy the blessings, do you think it should be? If the second and third lords cannot compete for more interests for the legion and Nathrezim, then what is the meaning of their existence?"

A killing intent flashed in Casanatir's eyes, and he said word by word:

"It's the end of those two idiots who think I can't handle the Tricksters by clinging to their thighs? Stupid! . . . Brothers, as soon as the Dark Titan gives us more power, I will regroup Fear Council, by that time, everyone will have merit! Everyone can command at least one legion... We have paid so much for the Dark Titan, and these things are what we deserve!"

"Tell me, okay?"

"good!"

A trace of longing flashed in Tichondrius' eyes, he licked his lips, and looked at Cassanatier:

"After this is done, I want the seat of the second lord!"

This request made the eyes of Balnazar and Varimathras jump. They were about to talk, but they heard Casanatiel say loudly:

"Yes! This is what you deserve! It's already a finishing touch, brothers, we don't have time to hesitate any longer!"

"Go do it! As long as you can come back "alive", the second lord's seat is yours!"