Chapter 640: Thorim's Black History

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In Hyde's trials, no one was able to break through Mograini's barrier, and even Mograini won all the matches without attacking.

In this way, after countless years, the Hednirs regained a male leader.

Or an interracial male leader......

But it doesn't matter, Mograini's mission now is to meet Torrim.

Torim, the Guardian.

Unlike the dwarves, the humans who later awakened had very little knowledge and memory of the Guardians - even Tyr, who had sheltered the humans in the first place, and even gave his life for them, left behind nothing more than "legends" - and the human nature meant that they would not be too close to the Creator.

And unlike dwarves, humans are not keen on archaeology, they don't care about their own yesterday, in their eyes. Tomorrow is more important - so what humanity knows about the Titans and Guardians comes from the Dwarves......

Mograini met Torrim this time, and the task was heavy.

More than just a routine, Mograini needs to awaken the Guardian's fighting spirit - at least for the sake of little Mograini, who hasn't met yet, and maybe Vachilila.

Although he became the nominal leader of Brünnhilda Village, Mograine still did not meet the mother and son of Vachilila after winning the Hyde Trial, and the mysterious witch Loriela directly approached Mograine and demanded that Mograine fulfill her promise.

"Remember what you promised me - or you might never see your little son again."

Although Mograini does not like to be threatened, this deal must be fulfilled, after all, Lorila helped Mograini a lot when he was training.

Moreover, without awakening Hodir's fighting spirit, the Hednirs will not be able to make a truce with the Ice Giants, let alone help Mograine to clean up the Vargri who work for the Lich King.

Meeting a Guardian is a sacred ritual - presumably the Guardian loves it? Valhalla's Odin also likes this kind of "you PK out a powerful one, be a little brother" tune.

However, Torim is clearly very different from Odin.

Although he did not fast and bathe, Mograini went through countless "elder's blessings", and these blessings were so tedious, troublesome, and inexplicable that Mograini even felt unhappy in his heart.

After all, he wasn't a Heidnir, and he didn't have the kind of admiration for Thorim - yes, the Titans were often the same as their affection for Titans.

With the help of a strange rune circle, Mograine managed to rise high into the sky, on a steep peak, which was Torrim's palace.

Originally, this part was made by the Storm Dragons of the Hednirs, but Mograine didn't have them, so he had to spend more time and perform more rituals to get himself up.

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Mograini has not studied archaeology, nor does he know the name of this stardom-style decoration, but if nothing else, the place where Torrim lives is absolutely magnificent.

But there was no one in it.

At one point, Mograini thought he was in the wrong place......

Then, in the deepest part of the palace, Mograine saw a giant sitting on a huge throne with his back to him.

"Let's go, get out of here - I've said it a million times, and Sif is the only ......"

"Ahem—"

Thinking of some of the dark histories about Torim that Loriela had told her, Mograini coughed twice in embarrassment, indicating that he was actually a man......

Thorim obviously didn't expect that the winner of Hyde's trial this time would be a man, he turned around in surprise, and then looked at Mograine.

"You, you're not my creation!"

"I'm not." Mograine shook his head, "I'm a human - I don't know if I'm a creature or not, but I still have respect for you. ”

"Humans?" Thorim's eyes were full of confusion, "What race are humans?" You don't look like you're descended from trolls, but you don't look like you're a creature of me or my brothers...... If there's one thing you feel familiar to me, it's probably that your breath is a lot like that of an old friend of mine, Tyr. ”

"Tyr? Tyr, the god of fairness and justice? Tyr, the Hand of Silver? Hearing Tyr's name, Mograine's eyes finally widened, "You know Tyr? ”

"Yes." There was an indescribable melancholy in Thorim's tone, "My bravest brother, perhaps only he is the closest to his master, in him I see the steadfastness of the former Lord Agrama, and among us Guardians, only Tyr is the strongest and bravest. ”

As he spoke, Thorim took Mograini in his hand and held it up in front of him.

"So, my old brother Zur, is he okay?"

"Zur is gone—in ancient accounts, Zur fought the dark Ones, and at the last moments, we can still see the Silver Hand in the Tirisfaring Glades."

"Dark Forces? Is it the dark forces?! Hearing Mograini say this, Torim's face was full of sadness and disbelief, "Are you sure the account is like this?" Do you know Azadas? ”

"Azadas?" Mograini thought for a moment, "I've never heard of this name - I don't know much about the past, so I ......"

"You don't need to know." Thorim suddenly perked up, "I think I already know what happened. ”

“?”

Mograini had no idea what Thorim knew.

"My battle with Hodir was a terrible mistake, and Tyr was right - there was even more terrible darkness watching over us."

"After the death of my wife, Sif and all signs indicate that Hodir killed her, I was carried away by this anger, so I desperately sought revenge on Hodir."

"Tyr advised me to calm down, saying that he had discovered a deeper darkness, and that there were other reasons for this—but I couldn't listen, and though I didn't find Hodir, I took out my anger on Hodir's creature, the Frost Giant."

"I even used my own weapon, Storm Hammer Klomir - and King Ambling, the leader of the sons of Hodir, took my attack with his life in order to protect his own people."

"I, hammered an innocent, noble king."