Soul Eater's Throat.

It's an eerie sea, shrouded in a gray fog everywhere, and some battered and decaying ships are docked on the shore or sailing on the ocean.

The breath of death pervades it.

It's like being in the middle of a legendary hell.

The God-King Skorwald has come to this area.

He didn't know what fate awaited him, but he knew:

Either way, it's better than it is now.

He saw a lot of abominable Death Viku, and those were Kvadir.

According to ancient legend, Helya used her magical prowess comparable to that of Odin and Rai, the Great Guardian, combined with the power of anger and the Shadow Nation, to create the Abyss of Hell.

The heroes of the Viku will ascend to Valhalla after death and become Vagri or Valagar, while the cursed souls will be drawn to the Hellscape and become angry spirits, known as Kvadir.

They merge with the fog of the ocean and advance and retreat with the ebb and flow of the tides.

An eternal fire of malice and anguish burns in their souls, driving them to an eternal plunder of the shores of Kalimdor.

And here, the Soul Eater's Throat, is the first stop for the cursed soul.

Only here, waiting in the fog, can you wait for the legendary "Nagfar", and then be sent to the abyss of the underworld, where she will be transformed by the power of Helya.

As the king of the Viku people, Skowald has been fighting Kvadir all his life and is all too familiar with this place.

He didn't know how many kvadir he had killed, and he had been here many times, but this time was different.

He heard Helya's call, came here, and went to Helya.

Since Odin doesn't value me, help Helya overthrow him!

An old, decaying ship, coming out of the fog.

There was only one person on board, one who looked a lot like a Viku.

But when the breeze blew his cloak, it revealed a starry light, like a deep starry sky in the night sky.

Skowald remembered the old legend.

Hablon, the man at the helm of the Nagfar, is a being of mysterious origin.

He is not a Veku, nor is he a Titan creation.

He is a different kind of noble being.

No one knows why he got mixed up with Helya, but there is no doubt about one thing:

He is an amazing noble being.

"Get on board." The ship docked, and the voice of Hablon sounded, as deep as the starry sky.

Skowald hesitated for a moment, then shook his head.

Now that this decision has been made, why hesitate?

He strode forward, leaped to his feet, and landed firmly in the cabin.

Set sail.

There was nothing to see around, and a fog blocked everything.

Skowald had no idea where the Abyss of Hell was, and no one knew.

I don't know how long it has been.

Finally, he came to a decaying country and felt the negative side of his soul:

Decay.

It is said that Hell is another country of shadows, and it is true.

"Follow the guidance of the cursed spirit, and you will meet Helya." Hablon's voice rang out.

Skowald disembarks.

He took a deep breath and stepped forward.

He knew that he would embrace his own destiny, one that was not in Odin's hands.

…………

"Helya's curse binds me and keeps me from leaving this temple, not El can."

On the throne, Odin's voice rang out: "So, everything depends on you." Nicholas, Uther, Judton. Your strength is not enough, I will let Hea and Heimdall lead Wagri and Valagar to help you, but ...... This is not enough. ”

"I have help."

Jiang Zai smiled and looked to the north, which was the direction of the Hell Abyss: "Helya's ambition has swelled. The Hand of Hell reaches beyond Stormfjord, reaching out to other equally existing interests. ”

"Is that so? I didn't expect to work with him. Well, now it's different and it's possible to cooperate. ”

Odin obviously knew who Jiang Zai was talking about, and reluctantly nodded: "You guys, when are you going to leave?" ”

Jiang Zai smiled: "Now." ”

…………

In order to cope with the inevitable danger that Azeroth would face, Odin created Valhalla and recruited Vagri and Valagarh.

Today, tens of thousands of years have passed.

Although something happened in the middle, Helya and the Underworld took at least half of the Veku souls, but the number of Vargri and Valagar has reached a very impressive number so far:

Eight hundred.

Together, there are eight hundred.

Not much?

It's not much, any human city can pull out so many people.

There are only 800 people in tens of thousands of years, and it takes about 100 years to recruit one, which is really an exaggerated proportion.

However......

What if it's all legends?

Eight hundred wagri, valagal, eight hundred legends.

A rare legend in the human world, there are enough of 800 here!

Even if you add up all the races of the Alliance and the Horde, I'm afraid you won't be able to find eight hundred legends, five hundred, or even less.

This is the essence of Odin, the accumulation of tens of thousands of years of the head of Azeroth.

It was a force that could sweep across all of Azeroth.

Now, under the leadership of Heya and Heimdall, he is standing behind Jiang Zheng.

They came to the Soul Eater's Throat.

Looking at the heavy fog in front of him, Jiang Zheng let go of his spiritual perception.

He found that the fog here was actually similar to the fog of Pandaria, which could block the line of sight and the spiritual perception.

Even his own demigod-level spirit couldn't penetrate too far.

The mist of Pandaria is the essence of Shao Hao, and the mist here is the power of the abyss of hell.

Shaohao is certainly powerful, but how can he compare with the powerful Haierya?

"Is there a way to dispel the fog?" Jiang Zai asked.

"I can't."

Heimdall, dressed in golden armor, stepped forward with a sword and shook his head gently: "These mists are the transformation of the death energy and decaying soul power of the abyss of the underworld, and the transformation of countless cursed souls. Even the demigods couldn't dispel so many cursed souls...... Perhaps only Odin and El can. ”

Can Odin and Al be?

Jiang Zai smiled slightly, and turned his head to look at Uther: "El is the god of Vagli, who controls the unimaginable holy light energy of ordinary people, and can use the holy light to dispel the fog. Although the Holy Light energy you control is not as good as Al, you carry three artifacts, and if combined, you may not be worse than El. ”

Jiang Zheng didn't say much, and Uther understood what he meant.

He stepped forward, his armor glittering in gold, the same as Heimdall's.

It was Odin's reward.

This is the work of the Stormcaster, Titan Forge, ranked legendary.

Originally, it was intended for Valagar, and the style was huge, but the items cast by the Titans naturally had the effect of adapting to the body shape, and when it came to Uther's body, it also fit well.

Subsequently, the armor was reforged by the power of the Shield of Agrama, the Hammer of the Silver Hand, and the Fist of Tyr, which was forged by light and order, making it stronger and more suitable for Tyr's successor.

More suitable for Uther.

Uther raised his hand, his right arm and right hand glowed with holy light, and the silver hand holy hammer was in his hand.

He raised his left hand, and the shield of Agrama was in it.

In this state, Uther controls the holy light energy beyond ordinary demigods.

In terms of energy level alone, it is indeed enough to be comparable to Al.

This is because he has not been completely recognized by the three artifacts.

Otherwise, with these three artifacts alone, he would be enough to be on an equal footing with the Five-Colored Dragon King and the Elemental Lord.

Uther exerted his arms, and the hammer struck his shield.

The golden light illuminates a radius of kilometers.

Everywhere you went, the fog receded.

I didn't care about dispelling all the fog in the Soul Eater's Throat, but it was enough.

Thousands of kvadir popped up and rushed towards them.

The Great War has begun!

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