The Scorn Clan is one of the many Viku clans in Stormfjord, divided into two branches, the Bone Whisperers and the Dirkgar, they are quite powerful, but unfortunately the leader of the Scorn Viku is a queen who doesn't like to provoke war, so the Scorn Clan has been staying in the southwest of Stormfjord, living without a fight.

However, after the arrival of the Dreadlords, this life of infestation came to an end, and the cunning Dreadlord Varymatsas seduced Skorwald, the son of the queen of the Demon Clan, and sent the reckless man who wanted to follow the path of the conqueror to kill his mother, inherit the throne, and take the lead in drinking the evil powers, becoming the more powerful Viku.

In the past few years, he has led the evil Viku people to defeat many clans in one fell swoop, and he is ambitious to call himself the god king, and at the instigation of the Dreadlords, he is determined to challenge Odin, the main god of the Viku people, to prove his prowess by obtaining the shield of Agrama in the temple of Valagarh.

Of course, just by listening to the name, you will know that the shield of Agrama, like the hammer of Kazgros, is a sacred object used by the Titans of Creation, and it is also one of the five pillars of creation.

The Dreadlords had a good idea, and it took them months to figure out the myths and beliefs of the local Veku, and they knew about the feud between Odin the Titan Guardian and Hela, the Queen of the Abyss of Hades, but the Dreadlords, who were busy searching for the Pillars of Creation, had no intention of intervening in the feud between the two Guardians, and they took a very cunning approach.

Tens of thousands of years ago, Odin was sealed in the fortress of Valagar by Hela and the betrayed Guardian, but this Guardian can use apparitions to observe the world, and in order to keep the heroic traditions of the local Viku people alive, he made a promise that the strongest who can pass Odin's three tests will receive the shield of Agrama.

Of course, the brave Viku who obtained the shield of Agrama naturally joined Odin's side, and Odin, who was trapped in Valhalla, could defeat Hela through this hero holding a divine artifact to lift the seal of Valagar.

This is also where Odin is criticized, as the chief manager of the Titan Guardian, he has a rigid pursuit of etiquette and rules, in layman's terms, he likes to play this flashy routine, and always likes to put a coat of glory and courage on his actions, he does miss a lot of things, just like other Titan Guardians, he also has his own seven emotions and six desires.

But the problem is that when Odin set up the three trials, he may have overestimated the Viku people, in short, until now, tens of thousands of years have passed, and few people have been able to pass this trial, so that this trial has almost become a myth and story passed by the local Viku people, however, Skowald, who has the support of the demons, is ready for the trial...

But there are a few things he needs to prepare before he can really get started.

And now, on the night of the defeat of the Supreme Ridge Minotaurs, the camp of the Deved Viku clan in Stormfjord was filled with joy, with bloodthirsty warriors partying, drinking, and mating, and their god-king Skowald sat on a throne of bones with great content, and in a show of prowess he had stabbed himself in the left eye, supposedly in homage to Odin, who was blind in one eye.

Anyway, after a great victory, Skowald was in a good mood, and he asked his servants to bring his two sons and daughters, and then half-coaxed and half-deceived to give them a glass of wine, and drank it himself with laughter.

Take a closer look!

Under the light of the moon and the large bonfire, the wine glass still shone with dark green evil energy...

This madman! Not only drink evil energy yourself, but also feed your own children with your own hands!

In the midst of this commotion, in a shack far from the central area of the clan, a very important conversation was going on, where several Dreadlords who had shrunk to mortal proportions were gathering, and the Holy Hammer, which glowed with a faint blue light, was placed on the table in front of them.

Outside the shack, a layer of demonic energy enchantment with a faint halo of light was in operation, ensuring that the Dreadlords' conversations would not be heard by anyone.

"Deselock, that piece of waste is dead..."

Casanatyr, who was sitting in the chair, grabbed his chin and said with some irritation:

"What a waste, it was actually killed by a stupid cow, and now, we have one less person to use."

"Boss, you can't actually blame it."

Hearing the news, the Dreadlord Banazal, who had rushed back from the ruins of Asuna at the westernmost tip of the Broken Isles, smiled slyly and said softly:

"Who would have thought that the power of this holy hammer would be so terrifying, that Deselock's death was self-inflicted, that it was too weak to be a member of the Council of Fear, but this holy hammer... If we hold it in our hands, a single blow can easily separate a mountain. ”

Probably seeing the greed shining in Banazal's eyes, Valimasus, who was sitting on the other side, snorted coldly, slapped away the claws that Banazar was grasping at the Holy Hammer, and said in a deep voice:

"Don't touch it, the Titan energy inside this thing instinctively repels evil energy, the Titan must have left some "safety locks", and besides, we can't keep it in our hands. ”

"What do you mean?"

Banazar asked with some disappointment:

"Such a treasure, and you still want to give it away?"

"It's sent back!"

Casanatyr glanced gloomily at the Holy Hammer in front of him, and the cruel and powerful First Lord said:

"It took us almost 2 years to finally determine the location of the five founding pillars, but except for the hammer of Kazgros, which is relatively easy to start, the other four are guarded by powerful forces, and there is no way to get them just by relying on a few of us and those miscellaneous armies that are useless."

"If we want to get all the Pillars of Creation at once, we must get the support of the main force of the legion, but the cheater, hehe, that bastard will definitely not help us so easily, without his order, we can't even mobilize the undead disaster... So we need more power, brothers, and the Holy Hammer, that's our vote! ”

The First Lord narrowed his eyes and looked at the three Dreadlord Lords in front of him, and he said in a cryptic manner:

"We're going to secretly dedicate this to the Dark Titan, prove our abilities to the Dark Titan, and by that time, the great Lord Sargeras will know who his true trustworthy subordinates are, and we'll be on an equal footing with the fraudsters and take command of the main forces of the Legion, and as long as we can get all the Pillars of Creation, the rise of Nasrezm... Hahahaha, that's right in front of you! ”

"We don't need to wag our tails and beg for a little bit of scraps from the fraudsters!"

Casanatyr's claws were on the surface of the Holy Hammer, and a spark sparked from the place of contact, illuminating the dim shacks, and the bright light reflected Casanatyr's ambitious face, and the shadow it cast made the other Dreadlords subconsciously lower their heads, especially Tikdios, the original first lord, even if he was not convinced, he had to admit that in terms of ability and cunning, Casanatyr was much stronger than him.

"But now there's a problem, brothers."

Casanatyr's gaze fell on the three Dreadlords in front of him, and there was a hint of impatience in his voice:

"Marganis died in Stratholme, Desailok was crushed to death by the Hammer, Bain Holler is still playing with the Night Elves in Kalimdo, and now there are only four of us left to move freely."

"I'm going to stay in the Broken Isles and take a look at the big picture, and that ambitious fool of Skowald is about to start the trials of Odin, which is an important matter for the shield of Agrama, and I can't get out of it, so the task of transporting the Holy Hammer back to Argus is to choose one of the three of you."

As soon as Casanatyr's words fell, the whole shed fell silent, this task sounded simple, and it seemed like an honor to meet the Dark Titan, but it wasn't...

The actions of the Dreadlords were not recorded in advance within the legion at all, which was equivalent to a small group walking alone, and in any system, this kind of self-play behavior has always been disgusted by the leadership.

At present, the Dreadlords are still under the management of the fraudsters, so once the news leaks and the messenger who runs back to Argus with the Holy Hammer will be arrested by the fraudsters almost immediately, and it is the best result to torture them, and once the fraudsters are furious, it is possible to be thrown into the soul forge and beaten for 10,000 years.

Secondly, although the world of Argus has a device that directly connects to the Dark Titan, none of the people present have used it, or even seen it, and it is rumored that in that burning temple there is a terrible, unrecognizable guardian, and in previous history, none of the demons who stepped into the temple without summons, no matter how powerful they were, seemed to be able to return.

And then again, even if the Dark Titan saw the Holy Hammer and rewarded him with great joy, the biggest credit was Kasanatir who came up with this plan and carried out a successful raid, and the guy who went back to report the news was at most a verbal reward.

To sum up, this beautiful thing of "sending good news" is actually full of dangers, and if you are not careful, you will end up in pieces, and with the dark wisdom of the demon kings, it is naturally impossible not to think of these hidden dangers.

Therefore, in less than a second, Banazar immediately shrugged his shoulders, and the rather clever Dreadlord took a step back and whispered:

"I've gone deep into Asuna's work, and the haunting spirits have hidden the Tidestone, but I've found a breakthrough, so I can't leave."

Obviously, Banazar is not only worried about those dangers, but also worried that once it is gone, then the achievements it has done before will be snatched away by the companions left behind, once the others get the Tide Stone in advance, then Banazal's previous new work will be in vain, don't overestimate the character of the Dreadlord Demon, Banazal believes that these "companions" of his will definitely be able to do such a shameful thing.

After all, in the perception of the Dreadlord Demon King, such a thing as beating a sticky and snatching the fruits of victory is simply the most glorious "tradition".

Hearing this, Varimathas and Tikdios immediately cursed secretly.

Damn, their careful thinking was spied on.

"I've gotten in touch with some of the Chardore Elves of Sulamar..."

Varimathas rolled his eyes and whispered:

"I'm sure that the mighty Eye of Almansur is hidden in that 10,000-year-old city, and I've been busy with this matter lately, so I'll leave this opportunity for meritorious service to His Excellency Tikdios."

"I..."

Tikdios also wanted to say something, but the next moment, the eyes of the remaining three people fell on it, looking at Casanatyr's eyes, Tikdios couldn't help but swallow his saliva, it looked left and right, and found that it really couldn't hide, so it could only grit its teeth and say:

"Then I'll go, but I declare beforehand... If the Dark Titan vetoes this, don't expect me to take the blame for you, Casanatyr, you can't take all the good things alone! ”

"Hahahaha!"

Casanatir laughed and patted Tikdios on the shoulder, and the cruel and cunning First Lord whispered:

"Don't worry, there must be benefits for you... Brothers, it's time for Nasrezm to change the seat of the council, think about it, we are here to risk our service to the legion, while Anatheron and Memphistos are hiding behind and enjoying the blessings, do you think this should be? If the second and third lords can't fight for more benefits for the Legion and Nasrezm, then what's the point of their existence? ”

A hint of murderous intent flashed in Casanatyr's eyes, and he said word by word:

"The good days of those two fools are over, and they think I can't deal with the fraudsters by holding their thighs? Stupidity! ... Brothers, as soon as the Dark Titan gives us more power, I will immediately reorganize the Council of Fear, and by that time, everyone will have a credit! Everyone can command at least one legion... We've given so much to the Dark Titans, and these things are what we deserve! ”

"You say, okay?"

"Good!"

A flash of longing flashed in Tikdios's eyes, and it licked its lips and looked at Casanatyr:

"When it's done, I want the seat of the second lord!"

This request made the eyes of Banazal and Warimassus jump, and they were about to speak, when they heard Casanatire say in a loud voice:

"Yes! You deserve it! It's already a kick in the door, brothers, we don't have time to hesitate any longer! ”

"Go for it! As long as you can come back "alive", the seat of the second lord is yours! ”