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"Your Excellency Guardian, what are you going to do next?"

Although he was about to be crowned king, Mograini was not very excited - on the contrary, he even felt a little heavy.

On the one hand, it is because he needs to be responsible for the people of Heidniel, and on the other hand, because in Torim's words, he hears the smell of "Togu".

"Me?" Thorim smiled when Mograine asked, "I'm going to do what a Guardian should do." ”

"What should a Guardian do?" Mograine raised an eyebrow, "What's that?" ”

"Of course, it's to protect the world!"

As he spoke, Torim said that his gaze turned to the storm cliffs outside.

The house of the mountains, the storm has rarely stopped, and Northrend is so beautiful at this moment.

In a situation where Torrim didn't want to say it, Mograini could only frown thoughtfully.

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By the time Mograini and Torrim came out of the palace and arrived in the village of Brunhilda, the Heidnirs were already boiling.

God!

The god of the Heidniers!

There is no doubt that as the creator of the Hednirs, Torim is a god to these fanatical female warriors!

And now, God has really come!

Originally, the people of Heidnir would only be eligible to meet Thorim if they won the Hyde Trial - and Thorim had always turned his back to the comer, and never turned around.

So the Hednirs should not know what Thorim looks like.

But when Thorim actually came to the village of Brunhilda, all the Hednir people immediately identified him.

It's the connection of the blood, the connection of the soul - it's the connection between the Creator and the Creation!

On the frigid cliffs of the storm, Mograini celebrates his own coronation.

This coronation is a divine right of the king in the true sense.

Henceforth, in Brünnhilda, no one will be more exalted than Mograini, who has been affirmed by Torrim!

From now on, Mograini is the true King of Hedniel!

When Thorim personally put on that little crown for Mograine, the wind howled among the mountains of Northrend!

It's a day to remember, and a new era for the people of Heidenier!

In the midst of the cheering Hedniers, Mograini raised his sword aloft.

"Hednir no longer fights the Frost Giants, now our enemy is a traitor to Vakirian!"

Mograine's words stunned all the Heidneleans for a moment.

Originally, in their understanding, the arrival of the gods meant that the legendary gods would happen again, and the gods would bring Heidenir to a glorious victory.

But now, King Hednier has suddenly announced that this war has stopped?!

After a brief moment of stunnedness, the Hednir turned their gaze to Torrim.

Sensing the Hednir's doubts, Torim smiled.

"The battle with the Frost Giants is indeed over, and Hednir has proved his glory with his bravery - now our target is no longer the Frost Giants, our target is the traitors of Vakirian, and behind them, the evil Lich King!"

After receiving Torrim's affirmation, the Heidnirs became excited again.

It doesn't matter who the enemy is, as long as there is a fight!

Moreover, the Hedniers have long been unhappy with that group of traitors, a group of scum who dare not fight head-on!

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Thorim did not stay long in the village of Brunhilda, and when night fell he left alone, heading north, without telling anyone.

The Hednir people were easily pushed aside by his little tricks, and the Guardian went down a path of his own choosing.

At this time, Mograini was conferring with Lorila.

"I've fulfilled my promise, awakened the fighting spirit of His Excellency Torrim - and even crowned king, and now tell me, where is Vakilila?"

"There is no need to be in a hurry, my majesty." Loriela had a distinct smile on her face, "Vakilila is fine now, I'm just helping her hide - after all, this is Brunhilda, and boys are dangerous, just in case I took her and her children under the Storm Cliffs." ”

"If nothing else, you'll be able to meet them tomorrow."

Hearing Loriela say this, Mograini finally let go of his last concerns.

Sure enough, the next day, Mograini saw Vachilila with the baby in his arms, which put him in a pretty good mood.

After all, fairness and justice do not mean that the seven emotions and six desires are lost.

But there is no time to say too much, and Mograine, the newly crowned king of Hedniel, must embark on a journey.

Destroy Wakirian!

As early as leaving Torim's palace, the Guardian himself went to the territory of the Children of Hodir to apologize to the Frost Giant, who did not want his creation to be "embarrassed" by himself.

It worked out well, and the sons of Hodir eventually forgave Thorim - otherwise Mograine would not have dared to swagger through the territory of the Frost Giants with the Hednirs.

Although the two sides still smell of gunpowder, there will be no fighting.

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The weather on the Storm Crags has been too good lately, and Sandrian hates this sunny day after being converted to Wagri.

Nasty sunlight.

Vakirian's betrayal is actually very interesting, these brain-wielding Hydenier warriors, disgusted by the endless battle with the Frost Giants, consciously left the village of Brunhilda a long time ago.

It's just that feeling that fighting is meaningless on the one hand, and instinctively craving to fight on the other, and after being away from the village of Brunhilda, they have become bored.

That's why after meeting the Lich King, they hit it off with Neozu - changing their form and proving their worth, which is why Vakilian joins the Lich King's command.

It's just that due to the intervention of Drunken Wind, Neozu (or now Arthas) can only hide underground, so most of the Vagri choose to stay in Wakiryan.

It's one thing to not like the sun, it's another to stay underground and hide.

Of course, Sandrian didn't lament the twists and turns of history, she was more concerned about the tremors in the distance.

Since Vargri stayed in Vakirian, the Scourge would periodically send a batch of corpses to Varghri to resurrect.

There are snow monsters, giant bears, mammoths, and the occasional ice troll—but this is not the day to transport corpses......