Chapter 328 Get out of the way, let me pretend
I didn't check for a while, but was actually lifted into the air by this steel vrykul who was over 3 meters tall. Charlemagne had a painful expression on his face.
‘Is this considered to be high? What a disgusting feeling...'
Thinking so, Charlemagne didn't have idle hands, he stretched out his toes and jabbed heavily at the bends of Ygrim's arms, taking advantage of Ygrim's reflexive fingers slightly loose, and immediately stepped on his chest to escape and jumped out.
After landing, Charlemagne patted the folds of the clothes on his arms pretentiously, and smiled at Ygrim, who was still a little surprised, "Don't worry about the big man, Tyr's soul is indeed still alive, but I am now I can't take you there to find him."
Most of the area in Stormfjord is under the surveillance of Hela. Who knows if this fallen witch will have any connection with the Old Gods? Given her tentacled form, it is really possible.
What's more, Ygrim accompanied the three of Tyre in battles for many years in ancient times, and his steel body has long been scarred. When he built this tomb, he originally hoped that there would be warriors with strong will and pure hearts to replace them. The weakened self inherited this artifact passed down by Tyr.
Now that he went to Tire, not only would it be easy to expose the location of Tire's trio, but he would not be able to provide much help to Tire and the others. It would be better to continue sleeping here to recover from injuries.
After learning the whole story from Charlemagne, Ygrim nodded regretfully, "It turns out that Yogg-Saron and Loken are still lingering in pursuit of Tyr's whereabouts..."
With a tired face, he sighed and said, "In this case, I will continue to sleep in this tomb. I hope that one day I can see Tyr come here in person to wake me up. Warriors, the future of Azeroth is up to you." Here you go."
After speaking, Ygrim didn't wait for Charlemagne and the others to react, he strode back to the high platform just now and half knelt down, and he closed his eyes and fell into a deep sleep again after a while.
At this time, Liadrin, who took over the Guardian of Truth and Oath Performer from Ygrim, was still standing there. The female man closed her eyes tightly as if she was trying to comprehend something. Charlemagne and the others did not come forward knowingly. interrupt her.
After about half an hour, the aura on Liadrin's body gradually began to fluctuate. Charlemagne, Alleria, and Cirvanas, who had already experienced it, knew that the leader of the Dawnguard Legion was about to break through. .
Charlemagne smiled lightly, pleased with the results, "Sure enough, as I thought, Liadrin's potential is very high, and now she has finally completely surpassed her adjutant."
Valeira didn't care about Charlemagne's evaluation, and still agreed with a smile, "There is no way, after all, uncle has passed the best growth period, who made him not work as hard as sister Liadrin when he was young?" Woolen cloth?"
Although under the atmosphere driven by Charlemagne, Quel'Thalas and the elves who are close to him have begun to practice hard, but the older ones like Baron Sangunar, Saladre and Glanz The progress of the officers is still limited, but Liadrin and Sean and other young heroes have gradually caught up with and surpassed them.
Although these Mesozoic military officers are somewhat unwilling to be surpassed by young people, they still have a positive attitude towards the emergence of outstanding juniors in general. After all, these new generation talents represent the future of Quel'Thalas.
While Charlemagne and others were chatting quietly in the audience, Liadrin had successfully broken through from a hero to an epic, and thus she became the first epic paladin in the history of Quel'Thalas, and Liadrin Judging by Lin's age, I'm afraid this is not her limit.
The disk on the Shield of the Guardian of Truth, which had become silent out of Ygrim's control, spun again, and the blue light emitted by the entire set of sword and shield artifacts gradually changed into a bright golden light representing the holy light.
Liadrin finally opened her eyes. The dazzling holy light that had just broken through and could not be completely restrained still surrounds her eye sockets. The excess holy light gathered around her body, and even consciously gathered on her back.
"Hoo..."
It took a long time for Liadrin's body, which continued to emit holy light, to gradually return to its original shape, and her golden eyes also returned to the azure blue of the high elves.
Charlemagne was relieved to see Liadrin back to her original form, but also felt a little regretful. He almost thought that she was going to use the wrath of revenge when he saw the vision on the female man just now.
This kind of advanced combat technique that bursts out a large amount of holy light in a short period of time has not been completely researched by the paladins. Liadrin has already got some clues under Charlemagne's deliberate guidance, but it seems that it will take time to perfect.
Liadrin, who had harvested the artifact, readily returned the Quelcella that Charlemagne had lent her temporarily on the way to the Tomb of the Icebreaker.
Charlemagne was a little distressed after taking over Quelcella. He had no need for this one-handed sword. He already had the Eagle Claw and Moxie Double Knife as melee weapons, so hoarding too many weapons was meaningless.
‘Forget it, keep it for now, go back and see if Lor’themar needs it. '
The Tomb of the Icebreaker is the tomb of Magna Icebreaker, the last holder of the Earth Guardian Scale. At this time, the former King Vrykul was wandering on the high platform in the form of a soul. It is the scale shield of the earth guardian and the set of broken scales of the one-handed sword.
The shield itself is nothing more than slightly modified purple scales, and the simple one-handed broadsword looks ordinary, but it was with them that Magnar left a heavy mark in the history of the Vrykul.
It's a pity that Magna died in Hella's conspiracy in the end. His soul was full of anger towards the betrayer and still wandered in his own tomb in the Tomb of the Kings. Anger drives away.
"so what?"
Sirvanas crossed her arms and gestured to the big guy on the stage, "How do we deal with this mighty King Vrykul who is full of anger and cannot be vented?"
Charlemagne turned his head and looked at the people behind him. Liadrin, who had just experienced the battle, still looked a little tired. Although Alleria and Cirvanas had also broken through to the epic, as rangers, they were still in this kind of battle. Fighting an epic warrior on a small high platform is obviously not a good choice.
Vereesa and Valeira ignored it directly, obviously not strong enough, Onyxia... Judging from her deliberately looking left and right, she knew that this guy didn't want to contribute.
"Hey... Forget it, let me get him done."
The helpless Charlemagne could only take off the eagle's claws from his back and swipe his gun in a fancy way. Vereesa and the others took a few steps back with expressions of watching a show.
Alleria said to Charlemagne with an encouraging and slightly joking expression, "Then I'll leave it to you. Don't lose to a ghost."
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