Although the Undead Scourge was forced by the pressure of the Dragon's Sleep Temple to build something like the Frozen Throne, there was still an undercurrent underneath Northrend. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

You still don't remember Mograini?

That's right, it's the paladin who has been training in Northrend for a long time for his own children.

Now, let's drag back the clock to Storm Crags a year ago.

At the Storm Crags, Mograini witnessed countless four-a.m. blizzards.

As if returning to the days when he had just joined the army, Mograini no longer used the Holy Light, but devoted himself to exercising his body.

Agility, Endurance, Burst...... Although Mograini had lost his Light, he felt as if he had gained more from his simple training.

This is the most primitive, wildest, and most basic physical training.

Mograini fought hard to deal with Valkyrie of the Lich King and for the future of his children.

After more than two years of training, Mograini believes that his body is now far stronger than when he was younger - although he can feel a lot of dark injuries, Mograini doesn't care.

Mograini's over-reliance on the Ember Messenger has shown a downward trend in both basic and physical fitness - of course, this has something to do with his gradual aging.

But on the Storm Cliffs, after leaving the Ember Bringer, Mograini made new progress.

With skilful combat skills and indomitable stamina, Mograine is now a truly tough fighter.

For Mograini, his own safety is no longer the most important thing, he has a new goal, a new direction.

Then, at the first level of Hyde's trial, the confident Mograini began to doubt life.

The Heidnir people in the village of Brünnhilda are simply terrible......

It's a group of women, but each of them is more powerful than the orcs - Mograine had fought the orc overseers before, and in that case, even if his power was outnumbered, he didn't lose so completely!

Although Mograini was mentally prepared for their strength, when they fought, they were still shocked, there was no way, in the village of Brunhilda, Mograini's identity was a slave......

Terrible female warrior! No wonder these guys can shake the Frost Giants!

What's even more deadly is that the Hednirs often ride the Storm Dragon, and the only thing Mograine can rely on is the warhammer in his hand!

That's right, it's the power of Mograine that he forged himself!

Therefore, in the first round of trials, as soon as Mograini made a move, he was at a disadvantage.

The female warrior of Heidenier, who fought with Mograine, was so strong that with a "fluttering" volley of the spear, Mograine could barely hold the hammer......

When Mograine was amazed at the strength of the Hednir, the Heidnir warrior he was fighting with was also surprised by the strength of the guy in front of him.

"Slave, it's not a small strength - it's too late to give up now, I'll take you as my exclusive slave!"

The female warrior Heidniel had a "love of talent (maybe a love of beauty?) Who knows, after all, Mograini is quite attractive in the eyes of this group of female warriors)", but the crowd of onlookers around said that you must have taken a fancy to this little white face (?). ) and they all clamoured.

"Kill him!"

"Stick him to death in the spike of the spear!"

"Have you taken a fancy to him? You don't have the strength to see a pretty slave? ”

Amid the sarcasm of the onlookers, the Heidenier warrior who had not received a response, who had not been answered, seemed to be a little overwhelmed, and she no longer spoke, but clenched her spear with both hands and stabbed Mograine fiercely.

"Dare to refuse my kindness? Die, slave! ”

Facing the menacing thrust, Mograini's eyes narrowed slightly.

"It's now!"

Sudden squat!

Mograine deftly dodged the thrust, then smashed the hammer in his right hand against the tip of the spear with lightning speed.

"Dang!"

With a crisp sound, the spear was struck crooked by Mograine on the way to the stab, and stabbed diagonally to the side, and the Heidnier female warrior inevitably stumbled two steps in the direction of the spear due to her excessive force.

Mograini decisively seized the opportunity, rolled forward, and came behind the female warrior Heidenier, standing up with his left elbow, directly against the crook of the back of the female warrior Heidenier's knee.

The joints are always the weakest points to attack.

Inevitably, the female warrior of Heidenier weakened her legs and fell directly to her knees.

By the time she realized something was wrong, the end of Mograine's power hammer, a sharp short blade, had already pressed against the neck of the Heidnir warrioress.

"Victor, slave Mograini!"

Ignoring the doubtful Heidenier warrior, Mograine picked up the hammer, took a deep breath, and quickly left the proving ground of Hyde's trials.

Although it seemed that the victory was clean, Mograini knew that the reason for the victory was not how strong she was, but mainly because the female warrior of Hednell was too light on the enemy, she thought she had won, and she did not use all her strength as soon as she came up.

Otherwise...... Victory or defeat is unpredictable.

In a corner where no one was around, Mograini rubbed his numb right hand and couldn't help grinning, this kind of racial advantage is really excessive!

…………………………

Sure enough, in the second round of Hyde's trial, Mograini was in huge trouble.

The experience of the last unlucky guy obviously stimulated Mograini's opponent this time, and she didn't want to be the laughing stock of all the Heidniel female warriors, so she gave it her all.

It's not a big deal, with her skillful skills and nimble movements, Mograini still has a back and forth with her.

But Mograine didn't expect that this Heidenier female warrior would not be able to defeat him for a while, so he simply summoned his own mount.

That's right, Mograine's opponent changed from a Heidenier female warrior to a Heidenier Storm Knight.

It's a pity that Mograine doesn't have the time to care about this, and he doesn't have the time to complain about unfairness, and now he has to face not only a powerful female warrior of Hednir, but also a storm dragon that is eyeing him.

With a deep sigh, the cold wind of the Storm Crags covered his beard with white frost slag, and Mograini lowered his center, staring at the Storm Dragon flapping its wings in midair.

Here it comes!

Mograine's pupils narrowed, and he saw the storm dragon gather its wings and swoop towards him.