"Bang!"

The two shields collided again, and Igrim's weakened body took a step back, and Anduin, blessed by the power of Avena's Light, miraculously blocked the impact, he took three steps back, and then rushed towards Igrim again. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

The little prince's martial arts are very solid, when the light shield in front of him is offset, the Wind Chaser Sword is slashed by him towards Igrim's arm, but by the Guardian of Truth, the big door-like shield blocked the perimeter of the Viku, the surface of the shield turned slightly, Anduin's body was deflected, and then the Viku kicked on the front of Anduin's light shield, kicked the light shield, and kicked Anduin away.

But there were no injuries.

The weakness of the Viku people was not fake, his strength was weakened at this time, and although his combat skills had reached their peak in the long years, there was no doubt that he had felt the pressure in the face of the blessed Anduin.

Especially the heavy layer of holy light made him feel quite tricky.

"Good fighting spirit... But that's not enough!"

Egrem felt the pain in his body, but he gritted his teeth and refused to retreat, not even back, and threw himself at Anduin, who was getting up.

Just like when he led the Quartet of the Winterviku people into battle, on the cold snowy fields beyond Ulduar, he used to make such a crazy impact, and then slash and slay those earth spirits, weak earth spirits.

Dick watched the battle between Igrim and Anduin, and he couldn't help but think of the story of Egreem, because this guy held one of the three artifacts of the paladin, so Dick's memory of him was still very clear.

Egrem was once a warrior of the Devites, the most powerful of the Viku tribe tens of thousands of years ago, who were so arrogant that they wanted to rule the land of the gods, because there was no power left for them to conquer.

So they went to Ulduar, and the butchers slaughtered everything in front of them in a frenzy, and Igrim was the craziest of them all, and whether it was the old or the young or the warriors who stood in his way, he would be mercilessly cut in two.

His notoriety spread far and wide in the snowy fields, and even the Titan Guardians of Ulduarri had heard of him.

Fate was so wondrous that it was hard to imagine that such a bloody-armed butcher would one day pick up the Keeper of Truth, but he did.

No matter how much you like something, you will feel bored after doing it for a long time, not to mention the cruel thing of taking your life, so after a long battle, Igrem is also a little tired of slashing and killing his opponent, not because he has become weak, but because, perhaps after a certain massacre, this Viku man thinks that this kind of bullying and weakness cannot bring him the glory he deserves.

So on the next "hunt", in the face of the old, weak, sick and disabled in the earth spirits, and in the face of his cold compatriots who were about to raise the battle axe, Igrem hesitated for a moment, and also raised his sword.

But instead of slashing at the Earth Spirits, he slashed down his fellow people who had been overrun by death and blood.

When the terrified Earth spirits asked him why he wanted to help them, Egrem spoke out the tenets he had been holding on to for the rest of his life.

"Killing for the sake of killing... Conquer for the sake of conquering... There is no glory in such things, they only bring shame and remorse... Yes, I regret it, I deserve to live like a warrior, not a butcher. ”

"Get out of here, little cub!"

Dick was awakened from his memories by the sound of fierce battles, and he saw that the old warrior was forced to fight back by Anduin, who had given up his defense, not that Igrim was too weak, but that after being infused with Anvina's energy, the little prince's biggest disadvantage had been leveled.

When Anduin gave up maintaining the shield of Naru and poured his inexhaustible holy energy into the Wind Chasing Sword, the golden long sword with a scorching heat, every swing could even leave a sword mark on the ground, and as Dick's only disciple, he learned more than ordinary paladins.

Judgment, the Hammer of Wrath, the Blade of Light, and even the burst of Holy Energy that resembles the Holy Avenger, even Igrim can only choose to avoid his edge when the little prince is truly shrouded in the Holy Light.

He's old...

But he's not old enough to even lift a sword!

Like an enraged old lion, he chose to move on in the face of the little lion who roared at him arrogantly.

He was old, his strength was not as strong as before, his bones were shaking under this fierce battle, and his steps were beginning to float, but so what?

Who can destroy a will that is unwilling to give in to time?

Forward, sideways, spin, shield strike!

When the door-like Guardian of Truth collided head-on, the little prince who had been caught with a flaw could only retreat, but the next moment, his body was like a baseball that had been hit, and under the impact of the huge force, the whole person rolled out in embarrassment.

It also brought a series of exclamations from Lord Avena.

"Whew... Whew..."

The blow sent an unbearable groan to Egrim's body, and he held the Keeper of Truth in both hands, his shield and sword against the ground, he breathed heavily, and a look of joy appeared in his eyes as he looked at Anduin as he stood up in a state of embarrassment.

Looking at this scene, Dick had a guess that perhaps he was the same when Igrim was left alone in the snowfields of Ulduar to help Tyr and the Titan creations who had fled from Ulduar against the pursuers in the rear.

This was after Tyr had teamed up with Azadas and Aronnaya to steal the Nogannon Disk, and Loken, fearing that his betrayal would be discovered, was furious and set off an army to destroy Tyr and the fugitives, but on the way to the Stormcrags, a tall figure holding the Oath Keeper and the Guardian of Truth stood in front of the pursuers.

It was the Flame Giants of Loken, the Iron Vikus, and the Frost Giants, and on Igrim's side, only the Winterviku who followed him, in the snowflakes of the Stormcrags, two disproportionate armies collided together, and that was the most brilliant spark in Tyr's story.

Evil and Justice, Lies and Truth.

Egrem fulfilled the oath he had made before Tyr perfectly, fighting to the last man, and yes, in the end, wherever he went, the fearful evil minions could only tremble and flee, even if Igrem was the only one left in the mad army.

But he alone is like a wall that cannot be crossed.

However, when Lorcan's pursuers were blocked, he released the evil lieutenant of the Old Gods, and when Igrem traveled thousands of miles to the Eastern Continent, he only saw the cemetery, the fall of Tyr.

The guardian of order is dead, but Igrem holds on to his oath, which he holds on to for thousands of years, until he feels the weakness of his life and sets out to find a true successor to his vow.

Thousands of years have passed, and countless people have come to the tomb of the former king with oath bearers, but none of them have been recognized by Igrim.

Maybe it's not that this powerful warrior didn't find a suitable heir, he just didn't want to admit that he was old, that's all.

"Come! Final blow, come!"

Egrem slapped the Keeper of Truth shield with the Oath Practitioner with a crisp crashing sound, he panted, his body coming to the end of the long wait, he only looked forward to a final, hearty battle before this oath shifted.

Regardless of life or death, victory or defeat!

Anduin was also aroused by the pride peculiar to the young man, the blow just now hit his defenseless body, although there was a flow of holy energy, but in the holy energy of Dick or Anvina, the healing effect was too low, so right now, his nose and face were swollen, and his mouth still smelled of blood.

But the little lion didn't care about any of this, whether it was the arena of Filas or the Kunlai Mountain in Pandaria, there was no place that could bring him this kind of blood that can only be found in real battles.

The little prince gripped the hilt of the Wind Chaser Sword with both hands, and once again summoned the endless holy energy that Anvina had brought him, and the whole person strode towards Igrim, who was stuck in place, like a shining paladin.

Seeing this scene, Dick's eyes widened, and from Anduin's holy light, he felt a trace of the essence of power, and it seemed that this battle had brought much more to the little prince than he had imagined.

He flicked his shoulder, after this blow, the battle would be over, it was time for him to get out of here, there was a lot to find in the entire Broken Isles, and he didn't have much time, after all the soldiers in Stormfjord had moved to the Borean tundra, he was going to join the Northern Expedition.

The target is not Arthas, of course, to be precise, the ultimate goal is not Arthas, Ulduar and Yugsaron, that is the real headache for Dick.

Thinking for a moment, the Roaring Anduin and the Roaring Egrem had collided in two balls of light, and the light merged, expanded, and finally exploded, and with a light collision, the Oath Practitioner flew far in the air and thrust inverted at Dick's feet.

It was screaming incessantly, as if it was worried about its previous master, until Dick's hand caressed the hilt of the sword, and its mourning slowly subsided, and Dick even felt a hint of obedience in it.

Maybe he can take part in this trial if he wants to... However, there is no need.

The paladin stepped forward, and the flipped mist of holy light burst at the last moment, rendering the hall extremely magnificent, and everywhere Dick went, the holy light parted softly, as if to make way for his own king.

"Whew"

Dick's shoulders sank, and Anvena sat there, hugging her shoulders with an unhappy look.

"Stupid, your disciple is even more stupid than you! ”

"He's just a kid. ”

Dick shook his head, bent down, parting the golden mist, Egrem and Anduin fell to the ground, neither of them had obvious wounds, just lying on either side gasping for breath, Egrem was in a worse condition, Dick helped him up, and then threw out a chain of holy light, grabbing Anduin from the ground as well.

"Did he pass the trial?"

Dick asked.

"Ahem... He's going to be a good fighter in the future. ”

Egrem closed his eyes, "Now let me see your promise!"

The paladin shrugged his shoulders and helped Igrim into the lightning portal beside him, "As you wish, a warrior like you should not die in bed, the battlefield is your destination, rest there for a while, and when you wake up, there will be more wars waiting for you to participate!"

Avena remained in the tomb, she became the size of an adult, and then held the Oath Keeper and the Guardian of Truth in her hands, which obviously did not approve of these two weapons, so it fell into Avena's hands, and it was only a heavy mortal iron.

The Spirit of the Sun felt bored after playing for a while, she walked up to Anduin, who was resting on the steps, handed Anduin the sword and shield, and said with a look of disgust,

"Here, little fool, your booty!"

Anduin didn't treat the weapon as casually as Avena, he stood up, wiped his hands, and then took the dimmed Oath Keeper and Keeper of Truth, a heavy but heart-to-heart connection.

It was the first trophy of his life, which made him ignore the significance of the artifact for a while, but the Guardian of Truth fell into the hands of Anduin, but it did not immediately change form like Dick's Flame of Justice and Kael'thas Sunchaser's Pride, and still maintained its original form, which was in the hands of Egrem.

In other words, Anduin still failed to gain its approval, which should be the reason why he used a power that did not belong to him to pass the trial, and Anduin still has a long way to go if he wants this artifact to fully recognize him.

But it doesn't matter, he still has a lot of time, and his story is just beginning.

Dick left the nearly faint Igrim on the platform of Thor's Top, where the power left by Lydon and Thor tumbled, where the Zandalar trolls and Darth and Demitil are transformed, their transformation is not yet complete, but it is nearing the end of its life, and by the time they wake up from the power of the Titans, there will be a completely different future.

And at the moment when Dick stepped through the portal and returned to the tomb, he keenly felt the change in the aura of the tomb in just a few minutes, and the Wind Chaser Sword returned to the palm of his hand, and the golden and silver light filled the entire dim tomb at this moment.

He sensed a threat!

"Who's there!"

As soon as Dick's shout sounded, two thick, tentacles covered with suckers and evil horns, covered with gray shadow power, pierced the ground of the tomb of kings one left and one right, and it was so huge that it completely covered the space where Dick was dodging.

Then the paladin heard the exclamation of the little prince,

"Help! no..."

"Huh!"

The golden cross star lit up in the darkness, and it seemed to bring up a cross blade in the air, completely slicing the huge terrifying tentacles, and Dick, whose whole body was wrapped in order and the power of thunder and lightning, rushed out of it, just in time to see Anduin and Avena being dragged into the dark abyss by the tentacles.

"Hela! bastard, put them down!"

Dick waved his left hand like thunder, and the silver-purple thunder and lightning jumped on his arm, and in an instant, it converged into a thunderstorm of light, and the energy mixed with order and holy light was like a silver holy sword that rose to the sky, and at the moment of swinging, it pierced through the heavy ground above his head, and then slashed all the way, turning the entire tomb of the former king into a ruin.

"Hahaha... This cutie will be my most powerful shadow angel, thank you for the gift you brought me... Ahh

Hela's mournful wail mixed with the pain of the broken tail disappeared into the roar of the mountain breaking and the end of the shadowy darkness, and as this scene faded, the fog that shrouded Valhalla and the sea and the dead spirits in the fog quickly dissipated at this moment, and the Buddha was released, and went back to the hell to which they should have returned.

Purple thunder covered more than half of the sky in Stormfjord in an instant, rushing straight up from the ruins of Shield Island, like a burst pillar of thunder.

Behind the fog that quickly dissipated on the sea, a flash of angry thunder pierced the sky.