Chapter 1324 Aggramar's Treasury

"Oh! As expected of the Storm Lord!"

"Mighty Olaf! Champion of the Vrykul!"

Not only did Garin's wild words fail to anger the Tideskorn Vrykul, but they made them cheer even more crazily!

Perhaps because they were all Vrykul, at this moment, there was no distinction between the Tideskorn and Dragonreaver clans. There was only one martial race called the Vrykul, who were the worship of the strong by all warriors.

This is the effect that Garin deliberately created.

In the audience, God King Scovild signaled Igrov to clean up the mess, while he retreated behind the crowd and quietly left. Igrov knew that he couldn't continue fighting in this situation. If his two strongest warriors couldn't defeat him, was he going to do it himself?

For the Vikus who value bravery, Igrov is not opposed to taking part in the battle himself, but he knows that the God-King has his own plans.

And he only needs to hold back Garin and his group.

"Congratulations, powerful Storm Lord. You have proven your strength. We will grant you a place in the trial."

Igrov complimented, and then prepared to postpone the so-called trial until the God King who left early passed the trial first and obtained the artifact!

"You left in such a hurry last time. Please allow me to host a banquet in the Lord's Hall to welcome you and your subordinates!"

Igrov thought to himself: Eat first and then drink. I have thousands of warriors under my command, and they can always make you drunk. Then I can sleep for a few days and complete the mission.

However, plans cannot keep up with changes. At this moment, a golden meteor flashed across the sky!

The meteor, trailing a golden light, pierced the earth like a sharp sword, and its target was Hedashar!

"It's the Valarjar!"

The Viku people present cheered even louder!

Even if they have never witnessed this kind of scene with their own eyes, they have heard about it from the elders in the tribe!

It was the Valarjar, the emissary from Skyhold.

The legendary messenger of Valarjar is like this. He can jump down from the gate of the sky created by the god Odin, and reach any place in the world in the light to lead the souls of warriors to Valarjar!

Bang!

The meteor that streaked across the sky finally landed in the center of the martial arts arena, stirring up a large cloud of dust.

After the smoke and dust cleared, the audience saw a tall figure half-kneeling in the middle of the field.

Around him, the golden glow turned into rings and dissipated into the air, and then he stood up.

"How freaking contrived!"

Garin mentally evaluated this Rainbow Bridge-like teleportation method: "But it's also really cool."

Which man could refuse such a handsome way of appearance?

This guy is also a Vikus.

Odin is a stubborn god. He does not trust the natives of Azeroth, not even the dragons. He only believes that true warriors can only be born among the Titan creations.

For hundreds of thousands of years since the formation of the Valarjar, the armies of heroes chosen by Odyn have always been carried out only among the Vrykul.

Everyone's attention shifted from Storm Lord Olaf to the envoy from Valarjar, who was over four meters tall, only a head shorter than Galen.

He was wearing golden armor and a horn helmet on his head that covered most of his face, revealing his mouth and thick beard under the helmet.

The Vikus turned his head, and his sharp eyes under the helmet swept across the arena surrounded by spectators and the three Vikus who were still lying dead.

In the end, he ignored Lord Igrof who was dressed in gorgeous clothes and fixed his eyes on the sturdy Garin.

"I am Heimdall! The gatekeeper of the Valarjar, bearing Odin's will!"

"Warrior, when you complete the trial of the God of War, I will personally guide you back to Valhalla!"

Heimdall's majestic voice spread throughout the venue, attracting even more crazy cheers from the audience. Perhaps they will witness a miracle!

They will witness the first Vikus warrior to pass Odin's trial in tens of thousands of years!

"Then what are we waiting for? Let's get started." Garin pulled out two battle axes from his waist. "What do I have to do? Just defeat you, right?"

Heimdall looked at Garin who was eager to try, and his strong arms couldn't help but touch the giant sword at his waist. He seemed to be very interested in this proposal.

However, in the end, Heimdall resisted the idea of fighting with Garen first. After all, he learned from the Valkyrie who conveyed Odin's message that Odin could not wait any longer.

"Champion, I am not in the Trial, but if you wish to challenge me, perhaps we can do so in Valarjar."

Heimdall approached Garin, carefully sizing up the Vrykul warrior, who was nearly as tall as himself. "If you don't mind, we can go directly to the Vault of Aggramar for the first Trial of Strength!"

Aggramar Vault?

A place named after a Titan.

Garin carefully recalled the map of Stormheim and finally remembered a little bit of information.

Although he used to be a plot player, too much time had passed and he could not remember the mission process during the Legion's return. Otherwise, he would not have come to Hedshar to look for clues.

It was like the quest line was broken and I couldn't find where to take the next step. Fortunately, I accidentally met the gatekeeper of Valhalla.

"it is good!"

Garin invited directly: "I have a Proto-Dragon Guard outside the city, an emissary of Valarjar, let's set off as soon as possible."

Heimdall readily accepted Garen's proposal and didn't even look at the Tideskorn Vrykul around him.

To be honest, the Tidebear clan has declined. The last time they had an outstanding warrior was their previous king thousands of years ago.

For the heroic spirits of the Vrykul warriors who are now being ushered into the Halls of Valor, their highest achievement is to become the ground-level soldiers of the Valarjar army.

Compared to Garin in front of him, Heimdall no longer has room for anyone else in his eyes.

Outside the city, the ancestral dragons rose into the sky in groups, leaving no cloud behind.

Lord Igrov clenched his fists tightly and muttered, "Humph! Who are you looking down on? His Majesty the Divine King will definitely pass the trial before you and obtain the artifact!"

“Once we obtain the artifact, whether we cooperate with the so-called Legion or unite with Hela, we will be invincible!

"By then, even the so-called Hall of Valor will tremble before the might of the Scorned Tide!"