In the ancient and glorious halls of Utgard, the armored King of the Viku people sits upright on his throne.

The irascible and irritable King of the Viku, Imiron, wore a massive iron helmet, a beard, and fierce eyes, his whole body was covered in mottled barbed armor, and his exposed muscles were covered in densely twisted battle scars.

Before the Lich King descended on Northrend, the great Viku King led a brave Vekku army on expeditions and led the Northlands to build a vast Weku empire in the frozen wasteland of Northrend.

In the hearts of the people of Viku, he is both a valiant warrior and a wise leader.

But all this is quietly changing with the curse of flesh and blood left over from antiquity...

No one knows exactly when this terrible Flesh Curse began to circulate, but by the time the Iron Viku, known for their runic spells and hand-to-hand combat, became aware of it, the Flesh Curse had spread to their entire race.

Almost in a short period of time, this terrible curse silently spread to the entire tribe, changing the strong physique of the Viku Gundam, causing their bodies to shrink and their steely bodies to flesh and blood, making them no longer invincible in the battlefield, and their combat effectiveness declined sharply.

After being cursed by the flesh and blood, the Veku people gave birth to a group of "deformed" offspring, a group of small and thin young children.

Imiron had ordered the emaciated children to be strangled, citing the fact that they had violated the honor of the Viku ancestors, but the Viku parents, who could not bear to be treated like this, secretly sent them to the south, and these children, whom the Veku regarded as "deformed children", were the ancestors of the human race today.

The transportation of children has been repeatedly forbidden, and King Imironn has gradually realized that this is not the way to go, and he is proud that the Viku empire he has built is quietly falling apart.

After listening to the advice of the tribal prophet, the grief-stricken King Imironon made a fateful decision to use powerful magic to put the remaining people of Veku to sleep and bury them in the depths of Northrend, hoping to escape the debilitation caused by the Flesh Curse.

Eventually, his goal was achieved, and the people of Veku were no longer tormented by the curse of the flesh, but they were also in eternal sleep!

It wasn't until the Lich King's arrival that these Veku people were reawakened...

When King Imiron, who was sitting on the throne, listened to the briefings brought by his subordinates, he was angry and directly picked up the greatsword leaning next to the throne, and slashed into the handle of the throne, sending sawdust flying.

"Where's Skawald?"

Imiron's face was covered with scars, the marks of ancient wars, his expression distorted with rage, and his hand holding the sword was shaking.

"Lord Skavard... I've died in the Hall of the Dragon!!"

The half-kneeling Viku man said this with a shudder, and even without looking up, he could feel the king's gloomy and horrible face.

"What!?"

The Half-Giant King screamed, his eyes widening in disbelief what he was hearing, "Skavard... Dead?!"

"It's... Yes!!"

The Viku scout hesitated and accentuated his tone.

"Ah!!h

He kicked on the throne, and the rough shouts became even more poignant, and the huge two-handed sword was held in his hand, swinging wildly, and the windswept blades wantonly destroyed the innocent wooden sculptures nearby.

His men retreated in terror, even if they were wearing sturdy armor and iron helmets, they might not be able to withstand the blade of the sword of Imiron.

After venting the anger in his chest unscrupulously, Imiron's emotions gradually calmed down, but he was still clubbing the greatsword, panting, and his hideous eyes were full of murderous aura.

"This guy who abandoned the honor of the Viku warriors died at the hands of those cunning undead creatures, what about Ingvar? and Skadi? Don't tell me they're all dead!!"

His tone was still filled with resentment, since when did the lackeys led by the Lich King dare to ride on his neck?

"Because... Lord Ingvar has led the dragon knights to stop the Scourge Legion, and Lord Skadi has yet to make a move. "The Viku scout 1510 reports on the battle.

"What is that Skady guy doing!?"

With a wave of his hand, Imiron gritted his teeth and ordered, "Let Skadi lead the Dragon Raiders to help Ingval, if they can't stop those stinky corpses together, then they don't have to come back to see me!"

"Ming... Understood!!"

On the King's orders, the Veku scout reluctantly retreated, leaving only Irion and two guards in the great hall.

It was only after the Veku scout retreated that Imironon calmed his agitated mood and leaned back on his throne, placing the greatsword that had accompanied him on his quest for so many years.

However, what puzzled him was how those disgusting corpses could suddenly move, you know, after that battle many years ago, he and the Lich King had not interfered with each other for quite some time.

Not just because they are evenly matched, but because they all need a long time to recuperate, the Lich King needs to reorganize his army of the undead, and he has to deal with the Flesh Curse.

This curse is almost fatal to the bloodthirsty and warlike Viku, who were insignificant undead until his people contracted the plague, but now...

Imiron stroked his forehead in annoyance.

But then, another thought flooded his mind!

If there were no special circumstances, the Lich King would not have fought with him for three or five years, and even this kind of stupidity of attacking Utgard Castle on a large scale would have occurred, knowing that this was his territory, and a large number of elite troops of the Veku people were stationed here, how could the cunning Lich King not know this?

That guy must have some secret weapon!

Imironon came to his senses in an instant.

That guy must have gotten an artifact, or a powerful ally, or or...

A strong warrior...

At this moment, Imiron realized that Skawald's death may not be unexpected, even if he once defeated a group of scourge lackeys alone, but in the face of an opponent with the same strength as him, he was powerless.

But the smart and cunning Imiron, perhaps unaware that the most powerful warrior under his command was not killed by Xue Huan himself, and what was even more unexpected was that Xue Huan at this moment was facing a more formidable opponent than Skawald...

(End of chapter)