Under Mograine's light and warhammer, Thorim finally came to his senses. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

In a sense, the Guardian is also the legendary type who can't speak human words without being beaten (or like the old TV, just smash it if it's broken?). ）。

After getting rid of the negativity, Torrim behaved in a struggle - he had done so much wrong, and the situation was so bad that he didn't know what to do for a moment.

Mograini knew, though.

"Lord Torrim, the people of Heidnir still await your summons—they have been subjected to brutal Hyde trials internally during your downfall, and externally they have continued to fight the Frost Giants."

"I think the first step to change should start with a truce between the two sides."

Hearing Mograini say this, Torrim also woke up like a dream.

"That's true—the battle between the Frost Giants and the Hednirs must stop now!"

Thorim finally stood up from his throne, moved his body, and then set his eyes on the stormy cliffs outside the palace.

"I once asked Heidnir that the storm will not stop and the battle will not stop, and now, it is time to put an end to this wrong war."

With that, Thorim made his way to a console in his palace and channeled his power into a control orb.

Suddenly, above the hall of the entire palace, the ceiling in the style of the star dome was suddenly lit up.

Mograini looked up, and in the complex starlight, he seemed to see the movement of the stars.

But Mograine wasn't a mage—and he wasn't an astral mage like Medivan who knew everything, and he had the feeling of looking at the star dome so high.

It's just that it's so tall that Mograini can't understand it.

After the palace of Thorim was lit up, the wind of the entire storm cliff seemed to cease.

The clouds that had been in the sky for thousands of years had finally dispersed - the long-lost sunlight shone directly on the earth, shaking on the snow so that people could not even open their eyes.

The Frost Giants and Hednir rarely stopped fighting.

Among the people of Hednir, the oath of constant storms and battles has been passed down for generations, and as long as the cold winds of the Storm Crags remain, Hednir is the sworn enemy of the Frost Giants!

But now, the wind has stopped.

Linked to the new leader who emerged from this trial of Hyde, all of the Hedniels realized that times had changed.

In Torrim's palace, Mograini saw the Guardian, who had just calmed the storm, stumble and hold on to the console to maintain his balance.

"Your Excellency the Guardian, what's wrong with you?"

"Nothing." Thorim lowered his head and looked at Mograine, "It's been too long since I've been active - Warrior, you saved me, and you saved the sons of Heidenir and Hodir, what kind of reward do you want?" ”

"Reward?" Mograini didn't get as excited as Thorim had imagined, he remained indifferent, "I don't need a reward - I just want Hednir to aim his spear at Vakirian." ”

"Vakirian?"

Thorim's face was a little tangled, and he unconsciously rubbed his chin for a long time, and then looked at Mograini in confusion.

"I haven't heard of this name, but if you don't have a problem pronouncing it, I think these guys' names seem to be related to one of my older brothers, Vakiryan, who always thinks it's Odin's handiwork......"

"Odin?" The name Mograine had never heard of, "No, no, no, Vakylian are a group of traitors among the Hednir who have turned their backs on you and joined the Lich King, who have abandoned their bodies and become souls in the service of the Lich King. ”

Hearing Mograini say this, Torrim was even more puzzled.

The Veku who abandoned their bodies, isn't that Vagri?

This is simply Odin's trick - the proud Odin selects the most powerful warriors in this way to his own use.

But what is the Lich King?

It was certainly impossible for Odin to choose a Heidnir as Wagri, and as far as Torim knew, Odin's Valhalla seemed to have been banned for some reason.

After thinking about it, Thorim could only attribute Vakirian's appearance to chance, after all, he had been thinking about it for thousands of years, and maybe it was possible who had a similar power.

And under Mograini's explanation, Thorim also understands what kind of guy the Lich King is - for the Guardians, Arthas's actions are undoubtedly unforgivable!

"King of Hednir, come with me."

After thinking about it for a moment, Torrim beckoned to Mograini.

"King of Hednil? Me? Mograini was a little surprised, "King? ”

"That's right." Thorim nodded, picked up his hammer, and then turned and walked deeper into his palace, motioning for Mograine to follow, "You deserve to be rewarded for what you do, and given your persistence and noble character, you will become King of Hednir - come with me, I need to prepare to personally crown you." ”

Mograine's eyes widened as Torim's choice made him become King of Heidnir - but on the other hand, he really didn't know how to refuse.

Mograine needs to draw on the power of the Hedneleans.

Upon becoming the King of Hednir, these wild Viku warrioresses will become a formidable force in the Alliance and weapons for revenge against the Lich King.

Mograini had been thinking as he followed Torrim, he had thought a lot - Heidnier's wildness needed to be guided by enough reason, and now it seemed that only he could guide this force.

Well, be crowned!

In a small forged of creations behind Thorim's palace, Thorim melted his own hammer.

"King of Hednir, what weapon do you like to use? Warhammer? How I feel like you're not the best at this. ”

As he spoke, Thorim looked at Mograine's warhammer, which was no longer in shape.

"Long sword, two-handed long sword." Just like when he cast the Ember Bringer, Mograine stated his needs, "I prefer to use a two-handed sword. ”

Torim nodded, and silently began to make weapons for Mograine.

After a long time, Torrim couldn't help but speak.

"This warhammer has followed me for many years, but I made a huge mistake with it, it killed the King of the Frost Giants, and now I reforge it as your sword, and I hope you will always be as noble and great as you are now."

As he spoke, a cold sword finally took shape.

"I don't know about the Light, but I believe you, the King of Hednir, whose name is Hednir's Breath."