Chapter 1321 My name is Olaf

"My name is Olaf, Lord of the Dragonflayer Clan from the Howling Fjord in Northrend."

We, the Dragonflayer Clan, have a long and glorious history, and are the last kingdom of the Vrykul!

I participated in the Dragon-Snatching Clan's martial arts performances and was unbeatable in the entire clan.

After that, I left the clan and participated in the Hyldnir clan's tournament. After winning, I climbed the Storm Temple and met with Thorim.

Not content with this, I went to the ancient home of the Yuldin Vikus, where the world-famous Valahas Tournament is held among the entire Vikus race.

I won again. Northrend no longer offers any challenges. I chose to leave and head to the Broken Isles to seek the legend of Odin."

When you go out, you give yourself an identity. Garin is familiar with the history of the Vikus and easily arranged an identity for himself.

The history of the Flesh and Blood Vrykul is actually very simple.

As servants such as the rock vrykul, earthen and mechanical gnomes mass-produced by the Titans, they can only be regarded as a group of intelligent AI warriors.

Under the curse of the Old Gods, these Titan creations gradually became flesh and blood, separated from the facilities created by the Titans, and gradually formed an early clan civilization on the ancient continent of Kalimdor.

The strongest Vrykul clan was called the Wintersmith clan. At that time, the Vrykul could only be considered half rock and half flesh.

It just so happened that Odin had just built the Hall of Valor and was spreading his philosophy around Ulduar: only the bravest warriors could ascend to the Hall of Valor.

Influenced by this concept, the Winter Clan committed brutal murders and were soon recruited by the treacherous Loken to join the hunt for Tyr.

With the help of earth spirits and five-colored dragons, Tyr defeated the Winter Clan and buried them deep under the ice of the northern land.

The second is the Hyldnir clan, who are loyal to Thorim and live in the southwest of Storm Peaks.

Due to Loken's divisive scheme, the Hyldnir clan and the Frost Giants are incompatible, and the two sides often fight in the Ancient Winter Valley.

In order to please their master Thorim, the Hyldnir clan holds a tournament at Storm Peaks every once in a while, and the winner can get the right to meet Thorim.

There is also an ancient tribe of Yuldin vrykul living in Jotunheim in the mountainous area northwest of Icecrown Glacier.

They built the Baragard Fortress, which was as magnificent as Utgard Keep, and founded the then world-famous Valahas Tournament, which started the tradition of sacred duels among the Vrykul.

The last one is the Dragonflayer Clan that most people are more familiar with. They are good at taming proto-dragons as their fighting partners and established the powerful Kingdom of Viku.

The humans of Azeroth are descendants of the Dragonflayer clan.

Strictly speaking, the Tideskorn Vrykul of Stormheim also have a close relationship with the Dragonflayer Clan. Most of the Tideskorn Clan's ancestors came from the Dragonflayer Clan, and the rest are Vrykul from other clans.

Garin is now playing the role of a lord from the Dragon-Flayer Kingdom of Vikus.

After he activated his ancestral ability, he was able to maintain the body of a Vikus, and his bloodline was as pure as it could be.

At this moment, his five-meter-tall body was only wrapped in simple Proto-dragon leather armor, with two ferocious giant battle axes hanging on his waist, and a blood-red light lingering on the axe blades.

With the sharp horn helmet, Garin looks like a wild warrior.

The Ancestral Dragon Knights quickly crossed the canyon and saw the huge city at the foot of the mountains.

This is a city fortress similar to the Holy White City. It is built on the mountain and is easy to defend but difficult to attack.

Garen also knew that the towering mountain behind the city was called Thorim's Peak, the highest mountain in Stormheim except for Highmountain in the west.

Not only that, but within the cliffs at the summit lives an entire tribe of storm dragons.

Garin took the lead and hovered one kilometer away from the city.

The movement on her side aroused the vigilance of Hedashar, and there was a brief riot in the city.

Soon a group of Vikus riding Stormwing dragonets flew over and stopped five hundred meters in front of Garin.

"I have never seen your flag before." The leading Vrykul warrior stared at Garin intently: "Tell me your purpose, outsider!"

"We are the Dragon-Raider Clan from the northern continent," said Sivara, explaining their origins at Garin's suggestion.

"This is our Dragon Slayer Lord Olaf, the greatest warrior of Northen, and the champion of the Valahas Tournament with a hundred consecutive victories!"

"We came to the Broken Isles this time because we heard that there was a trial of Odin here!"

After hearing the introduction from the visitor,

"The Dragon-Reaver Clan?"

"Never heard of it?"

"Where did this stranger come from?"

"Dragon Slayer Lord, he sounds very powerful!"

"He's a full meter taller than me!"

"No wonder he wanted to participate in Odin's three trials!"

The Storm Dragon Riders from Heldassar encountered their fellow Vikings for the first time. Seeing that they did not seem to be hostile, they were filled with curiosity and began to whisper and discuss with each other.

After all, the trial of strength, will, and courage under the watchful eyes of Valhalla is a trial that only the most powerful warriors in all of Azeroth can participate in. The winner will receive an artifact bestowed by the gods!

For thousands of years, no one has been heard of being able to pass this trial and obtain the artifact, the Shield of Aggramar.

"quiet!"

A loud shout came from behind the Storm Dragon Rider, which made the Vikings quiet down as a whole.

"I am Lord Igrof of the Tideskorn Clan and the Commander-in-Chief of the Stormwing Knights of Heldhashar!"

Igrov looked at Garin warily: "Our clan's heritage mentions the Dragon-Snatching Clan, but I need to verify your identities."

Although the Tideskorn Clan is the overlord of Stormheim, they also have their own enemies, so they did not let them enter their city just because of a few words from Garin and the others.

Especially when these one thousand Ancestral Dragon Knights look very tough.

Garin had no objection to this. He was out for fun, so it wouldn't hurt to show a little respect to these locals. "No problem. My knights can camp outside the city. I'll accompany you into the city to meet your leader."

Igrov turned around and found his confidant: "Aegis, take them to the Yodon Forest and kill a few more Runehorn Bulls for our guests to taste!"

Just as Olaf, played by Garin, stepped into the gate of Heddashar, a giant in the sky cast his eyes over.

"Ok?"

The giant's magma beard trembled slightly.

"A powerful warrior presence! On Thorim's Peak?"

"The first warrior I've been waiting for has finally appeared!"

"The time has come!"

"Valkyrie, inform Heimdall that the mission has changed. Have him go to Thorim's Peak to find a true warrior and participate in my trial!"