The most powerful of the Guardians, Odin, the chief manager, does not trust flesh and blood.

Odin is a very strict leader who treats himself and others, he wields supreme force, he wields military power in the Guardian system, Odin is always the first to charge forward when Azeroth is threatened, he has his own charisma, but he also has his own shortcomings.

Odin has always believed that the important world of Azeroth will inevitably face a war at some point in the future, and he must have a strong legion to better protect the world, and after the end of the Juggernaut War, Odin is also dissatisfied with his increasingly tired companions, especially Tyr's proposal to include the Ancestral Dragons in the management system, which angered Odin even more.

The stubborn Guardian was disappointed in his companions because of this, and he felt that when the catastrophe of Ragnarok came, his fellow waste wood, who had become addicted to pets, experiments, and daily idleness, would not be able to help them, so Odin decided to do it himself.

He cut a portion of Ulduarri as the fortress of Valagarh, sent his adopted daughter Hela to the mysterious Shadow Nation in search of resilient souls, forged the Gate of the High to transform these souls, and commissioned the best storm craftsmen to forge bodies for the heroes.

Of course, as a qualified general, he knew very well that warriors needed extremely sharp weapons in addition to armor to go into battle, so the best blacksmiths of Valagar Fortress were given a new mission to make the best weapons for the Valhalla, and in the process, on a stormy night, a pair of perfect swords were created and delivered to Odin.

Odin loved the sword, and he thought that the dragon-winged sword would be the perfect expression of the courage of the Heroic Warriors, so he blessed the sword and hung it on the High Gate of the Sky Fortress to inspire his warriors, and he was always looking forward to a warrior who could hold it in his hand and make the weapon shine with the deadliest light.

Hundreds of years later, Odin's expected warrior appeared named Ingerval, from the Dragonsnatcher clan.

It was a brave warrior of the Viku, and while he was still alive, he led a group of warriors to defeat a mountain occupied by the Elder Gods, and fought to the death, slaying the servants of the evil god with his last breath, a feat that amazed the entire Valhalla, so after Ingeval's death, Hela herself appeared and brought the warrior's soul back to the fortress of Valagarh.

Odin gave the Valagar sword to Ingvar, but unfortunately, soon after, Hela rebelled, and together with Lorcan, sealed Odin and the entire Immortal Legion in the Wallagar Fortress, but several Immortals who went out survived the disaster, including Ingval.

Ingvar did not hesitate, witnessing Hela's betrayal, this brave warrior rushed into Hela's hell with a sword in his hand, he alone was like a legion, turning Hela's hell abyss upside down, and finally forced Hela to show up in person, fighting with him, Ingval held two swords, pierced Hela's body and heart several times, but the Grim Reaper will not die, and the warrior, will eventually feel tired.

Ingvar died, and his unyielding soul was lost to the sword, but the sword was eventually collected by Hela, and the Queen of Hades tried to corrupt the blade with her own powers, trying to make it work for herself, but the long immersion in death left Hela's body bloated, and she could not use the warrior's weapon, so she chose one of her most loyal servants to use it.

That man's name is Vigvos, and there is not much to tell about his evil story, in short, Vigvos eventually died, and his soul was also included in the sword, and he fought against Ingeval in the sword for a long time, and the original Valagar sword was also forced to separate because of the souls belonging to the two camps, and it had two new names

The wrath of Odin and the wrath of Hela

Perhaps by fate, in the end, thousands of years later, in the same place where Ingval had died in battle, a necromancer took over his inheritance, and opposite this necromancer, Hela's general held another sword of the sojourning dark soul.

"Wow"

A thunderstorm and lightning roared from the sword of Odin's wrath that had changed shape from Sarufar's hand, and the dazzling blue lightning veins illuminated the gloom of the battlefield, and the heroic warrior Ingval entrusted his last will to Sarufar, even though he didn't really want his sword to be held by an undead in his hand.

But he didn't have a choice

"You said you were going to kill Hela, that bitch, then I'll help you!"

The aftermath of that soul resounded in Sarufar's heart, and the energy surging like thunder and lightning also completely exploded, wrapping around Sarufar's shattered body, making his whole person look as if he was holding an unruly lightning bolt, and the sound of lightning cutting through the darkness was like a roaring war song:

"Take my power! Take my Last Wish Warrior! ”

"Help me hack that slut to death! Don't be merciful! ”

"Bang"

Between the thunderbolt beats, Sarufar took a step forward, the sword he held in his left hand turned into a blade similar to a dragon's claw, converging Immersturm and thunderbolt, it had a strange reverse blade, it looked very lethal, and the beating thunder light illuminated Sarufar's gloomy face, the Death Lord wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth with his fingers, and he looked at Imiron in front of him with a sinister smile.

"It's cool to bully others with a power that doesn't belong to you, right?"

The orc moved his neck, grabbed the broken armor on his body, and threw it aside, he was naked, and the scars on his chest made Imiron's eyes narrow, which meant that the orc in front of him had experienced a terrible battle that ordinary people could not imagine, and it was the best medal for a warrior.

"Come!"

Sarufar held a sword in his left hand, spread out his right hand, and did not defend at all, he walked towards Imiron with such a big grin, the dead man should not have anger in his heart, but at the moment of holding the wrath of Odin, the vivid anger of a warrior returned to Sarufar's body again, the orc raised his head, stared at the Viku in front of him, and he shouted loudly:

"Come on! Come hack me! Coward! Do what you just wanted to do."

Imiron didn't respond, he just clenched Hela's Fury in his hand with his recovered hands, he looked at the orc in front of him vigilantly, the defensive posture made Sarufar show a trace of disappointment, but soon, this disappointment turned into anger again:

"You're not coming? Are you scared? ”

"Isn't there even a single person in Hela's hell who can fight?"

Sarufar looked up, and he saw Hela, the queen of hell in the distant sky, who was beaten in the Dead Sea by the High Lord, and the invincible woman was beaten by the angry Tyrion without the power to fight back.

"Okay, okay!"

The orc shook his head, and he said in disappointment:

"This war was interesting just now, but it's getting boring now"

"Boom"

The frozen earth beneath Sarufar's feet seemed to have been slammed by an invisible beast, and with the terrifying sound of the earth tearing apart, the angry Death Knight rushed into the sky like a warrior, roaring:

"It's time to finish!"

"You're already an elite hunter, and there's almost no one in the entire continent of Azeroth."

A low, magnetic voice echoed in the ears of the Blood Master, and Aurelia blinked her blood-red eyes, and she looked at the strange warspear suspended in mid-air in front of her with some confusion.

It was the loot she had just collected after shooting a strange beast to death.

During the war between Darkblade and Hela, the Blood Mistress and the Celein Legion entrenched themselves in the ruins of Hoswald, defending the rear for her husband, while her Celein Legion had routed an army from Stormfjord Harbor that was trying to return to Hela's Underworld to support Hela.

It's easy to win

Not in Hela's territory, it would be difficult for these dead souls to be resurrected after being killed, which made them very weak in the face of the heavy firepower of the Darkblade Legion.

And the strange beast, as if smelling the murderous aura of the battlefield, rushed out of the mist-shrouded lair restlessly, trying to sneak attack Aurelia, but was drained of all the blood by the Blood Master, and died a miserable death.

But how could a beast have such a strange weapon? It looks like an ancient weapon, well, in the style of a minotaur.

"You are powerful, agile, and determined, and no prey you are targeting can escape your palm."

The voice sounded again, and this time, the Blood Mistress confirmed that she was not hallucinating, she pursed her lips, tilted her head, and looked at the strange war spear in front of her, and after a few seconds, she said in a hoarse voice:

"That's true, but then what?"

"Hehe, unlike those hunters and rangers who rely on bows and arrows, you dare to go head-to-head with your enemies, just like the legendary Hoon Gaoling! You've perfected your skills at trapping, hunting, and killing! Do you know what you need? ”

The voice asked, and the question made the Blood Mistress frown, and she tentatively asked rhetorically:

"What else do I need?"

"A one-of-a-kind weapon!"

The voice replied solemnly:

"A weapon that will allow you to chase down your opponents like the giant eagle Earnhara! And it's right in front of your eyes, look! This spear is the ancestral weapon of the Supreme Kaolin Minotaurs! It has been blessed by many wilderness demigods! It allows you to spread your wings like an eagle and make you a true master of the wilderness! ”

The strange voice continued to tempt:

"You don't need help, hold it, you'll be invincible!"

"Oh."

Aurelia snorted dryly, then looked at the war spear in front of her with disgust, and after thinking for a few seconds, she replied crisply:

"Nope! I don't need to! ”

"Uh-huh???"

"The demigods of the wilderness are the most annoying! That bunch of demigods at home is enough of a headache."

The Blood Housemother rubbed her forehead and complained in a babbling voice:

"Those children are not at all worried, they promised me to take good care of the demigods, but they didn't, and now they need me to feed them every day, that's enough! And what about being unbeatable? Look at my husband, he's invincible, isn't he? But he's so busy right now that he doesn't even have time to spend Valentine's Day with me! Do you know? Power is the most annoying! Isn't this thing enough? ”

"Well, I mean, you can't always rely on men to protect you!"

The voice was a little agitated, and it said:

"You should be better than him! The Talon of the Eagle can help you! ”

"Why?"

The Blood Mistress shrugged:

"My husband will protect me, besides"

"Wow"

A pair of massive blood wings spread out behind the mastermother, and Aurelia whispered:

"I'm strong enough, I don't need you! A soul of unknown origin, hiding, and I smell something from you similar to that little slut of Saratas, you're from the Void, aren't you? ”

The voice stopped talking, and it seemed that the mistress had guessed its heel.

"Oh, a Void servant trapped in this war spear, interesting! The Great Lich will love a test subject like you! ”

"Nassa! Send it to Karazhan! ”

"There's nothing good in Hela's treasury!"

While the war between Darkblade and Hela was going on, Yuna, a little ghost who had sneaked over to the place where Hela had stored her treasures, rummaged through the pile of strange treasures, looking for something that interested her, the child had no interest in the priceless gems, those with dark magic, she was just looking for something that would catch her attention.

Unfortunately, Hela and Yuna's aesthetics may not be the same, and in short, Yuna searched the treasure trove, but couldn't find anything of value, until she found a strange skull in the horn.

"What kind of duck is this?"

Yuna looked at what looked like a demon's skull over and over again, and she reached out and tapped the dark green surface of the skull like a watermelon.

And this terrible action directly woke up the ancient soul sleeping in the skull, and a gloomy voice sounded in Yuna's heart:

"Ah, a weird Eredan cub, like an undead, but like those paladins, kid, have you heard my name?"

"No! What is your name? ”

Yuna knew she had picked up something good again, and she waved open the door to the Dead Realm as she asked:

"Are you famous? You look funny."

"Famous? Play? You're taunting me, ignorant cub, listen up! My name is Salchi! I'm the first Warlock among the Eredas! Even Akmund was my student, but that bastard betrayed me, he was afraid of my power, and that fool in Memphistos didn't know what to do with me, and you, you see amazing potential, so listen to me, I'll give you a bright future, you just need "

"Wait, where is this going? I smell bad and I don't like it there! ”

Feeling the strange power of the Death Realm, the arrogant tone of the ancient soul hidden in the skull immediately became low and panicked, and it shouted loudly:

"Enough! Put me here! Damn it! You ignorant pund! Respect the elderly! ”

"Put me down! I don't go to that place! Damn it! ”

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