Menethil's Power

Chapter 595 Dead Tide
For God King Scovald, nothing is more important than himself. Strength and power are his pursuit and also his weapon. He is as cold and hard as steel, and has never revered or feared any existence, except desire. , not many biological natures still remain in this strong body.

He was already the God King of Stormheim many years ago, which also means that he has reached the peak of power and strength that he can reach. After all, there are those god-like existences in the Hall of Valor.If there is no accident, he will spend his life as the king of gods. Although many people are dissatisfied with his brutal rule, no one can shake his position.

The soles of the feet wearing thick dragon leather boots stepped on the ground covered with fallen leaves. Although this rune forest is not far from Vardisdan, Skovald usually does not come here in person.The end of the woodland was his destination, a place full of graves and tombstones. The Vrykul called it the Land of the Fallen Kings. As the name suggests, Vrykul kings who were not brought into the Hall of Valor would be buried there after death.

Of course, Skovald would not think that he would be favored by Odin. He knew that his final destination was that place. Like other unpopular kings, his soul still remained and no one cared about him. He could only feel the boundless loneliness and I miss my life.

Of course that's just what would have happened.For greater power and strength, Skovald doesn't mind temporarily surrendering to certain existences, not to mention that all he is required to do is get a shield. As for challenging the Hall of Valor, it can even be said that he is happy to do it. I am dissatisfied with those so-called gods.

Halfway through the walk, he stopped, "Is there no news from the envoys you sent out?"

Behind him, the Vrykul warrior who was taller than the God King himself shook his head, "No."

Scovald snorted heavily.

As long as you pass the three supreme trials, you can be qualified to go to the Hall of Valor. This is the rule that Odin has set for all Vrykul, and even he himself cannot change it.Scovald has already passed the first two with thunder, and the last test is in the Land of the Fallen Kings. He only needs to let those ancient kings recognize his strength.

But it is worth noting that the land of the fallen kings is Hoswald, the site of Hylagar, and the entrance to the abyss of Hell is also in the deepest part of Hoswald.

The conflict between Hela and Odin has been heard even by ordinary Vrykuls. Skovald believes that Helagar is his natural ally, and at least he should never interfere with his trials.

He sent several waves of messengers in a row, but so far there has been no response. Obviously Hylagar rejected his "goodwill".This made Skovald feel very uncomfortable. No one can refuse the God King, but time is running out. If Hylagar doesn't take the initiative to come to make trouble, Skovald will not bother with them.

He naturally has channels for obtaining information, knowing that his daughter has received help from a mysterious force and is also challenging the trial.

"I feel a strong breath of death in front of me." The person who spoke was another vrykul wearing a robe. His appearance looked a bit weird. Adult male vrykul generally have the habit of growing beards, but his chin is not. Any hair, and when it comes to the breath of death, his expression is not fear or prudence, but more of a faint excitement and curiosity.

"The souls of many Vrykul will continue to reside in their tombs after death." Skovald's tall deputy replied, "Helagall may also be trying to maintain the existence of those souls for some purpose .”

"In other words, those Hylagar have the ability to use undead spells?"

"Yes, this kind of weird power comes from their own god—Hella."

Skovald did not participate in their conversation. Of course, what Hela didn't know was not a Vrykul from Stormheim. This guy named Ikrios was a special envoy, and he was just a special envoy. Kovald can connect with the existence behind him through him, and after obtaining the shield of Aggramar, he also handed it over to this guy to take it back.

The God King loathes him a bit, because Ikrios must have another mission, which is to monitor Skovald.

The huge team kept moving forward, and Skovald always brought his most loyal guards with him. The leader was Jarrett, a tall warrior who was talking to Ikrios, and he was recruited from the tribes of Dekgar and the Bonetalker. The warriors and spellcasters who came, the army commanded by Skovald numbered in the hundreds.

There is no force in Stormfjord that can stop them. The order of hundreds does not sound very good, but don't forget that all members of this team are more than four meters tall.

"This withered breath, this feeling of darkness and decay is really intoxicating." Ikrios was still chattering, but no one responded to him anymore, and the team moved forward silently and quickly.

But soon many vrykul felt this increasingly thick and strange atmosphere, especially the people of the bone talker caused some disturbances. They have lived in the rune forest here for generations, and they often go to the fallen lands. In King's Land, they told Scovald that something was "not right".

Something was really wrong, none of the people sent out came back, whether they were messengers to Hoswald or just scouts who were just probing the way forward.

Skovald scoffed at their worries. In his opinion, this sign only showed one thing. For some reason, Hylagar chose to stand on his opposite side, trying to prevent him from completing the final trial.As expected, when he walked out of this woodland, he would see an army of people who believed in Hela.

But so what?He is Skovald, the unstoppable God-King, and he will crush those Hylajals, just as he easily defeated the titan-forged Utna and the storm-dragon Thorinir.

Scovald's mouth curled into a sinister grin.

The further they walked, the more lifeless the surrounding trees looked. When they reached the border of the woodland, all they could see were patches of bare tree trunks. Even Ikrios couldn't help but shut his mouth and looked serious. stand up.

They have come to the land of fallen kings.

Skovald thought he would encounter a large army here, and he was right, but the opponent was not Hylagar, but a skeleton—a complete skeleton wearing the armor in front of him.

As if just dug out of the grave.

In mid-air, there are a large number of translucent blue-white filaments floating, which seem to form a vortex in some order, gather and disperse.

Just looking at it from a distance, the Vrykul people all felt a chill in their hearts and cold hands and feet.

"Who is it? Dare to desecrate this ancient land?" The Bone Talkers shouted in shock and anger.

No one responded to them, and such a strange situation made them dare not act rashly.

"Those... are all the power of the soul." Ikrios, who looked up at the sky, said leisurely: "This is to gather the remaining souls of the dead and erase their will. It is a terrible method. But why does it feel familiar? If I'm not wrong, the next step is..."

"What did you say? These are souls? Souls whose will has been wiped out?" Skovald's face immediately became ugly.

This means that the final test of courage may not be passed, the requirement is to accept the trial of the souls of the kings, and now it is completely unknown whether the souls of those kings have also entered this vortex.

"No matter who it is, he must be stopped!" Skovald made a decisive decision, swung the giant sword, and smashed the bones in front of him to pieces. In terms of his strength, breaking these immobile skeletons can be said to be easy.

His actions immediately triggered something. The soul vortex in mid-air suddenly disintegrated, turning into countless streams of light and sinking into the heads of these skeletons. Thousands of empty eye sockets ignited cold blue flames, staring at Si Kovald and his group, they began to try to stand up, and began to try to move their feet. The sound of bones colliding was crisp and clear.

These skeletons are all "alive".

Vrykul who died for countless years returned to the world in this form in an instant. This is the land of fallen kings. Not only the Vrykul kings are buried, but also their powerful subordinates. After all, only a few can enter the Hall of Valor. The vast majority of people have been sleeping until now awakened.Skovald brought hundreds of warriors, but the undead they faced were thousands.

"How is this possible..." Many Vrykul exclaimed in disbelief, but they had no choice but to face the battle before they could sigh. These reanimated skeletons had launched an attack without hesitation.

Flesh and blood are gone, bones are fragile, and even mindless, everything that vrykul warriors are proud of is meaningless after death, but what is replaced is the characteristics of fearlessness and endless fighting. For a moment, almost nothing The vrykul who had time to react fell into a hard fight.

Skovald roared angrily, and the huge sword burning with fel energy drew a huge arc, annihilating the surrounding bones. This is his newly acquired power. The anger in the heart of the king of gods is burning, and it is Hela ?Is Hella here?Isn't it said that she cannot leave the abyss of Hell?

Ikrios didn't have any doubts at this time. He had already understood when he saw the blue flame. Although he didn't know why the other party appeared here, it didn't prevent him from making the most correct choice. That is to run away quickly.

His camouflage was finally removed, the vrykul skin no longer existed, and he revealed his pale skin and huge bat wings, yes, it was a nathrezim.

Ikrios flapped his wings and wanted to escape from here, but he had already been noticed. A giant hand filled with translucent energy grabbed him like a fly, and he had no ability to resist. , the forward body was pulled back, and in the process, an ice spear that was too thin to be seen penetrated his body.

Iklios wailed in despair. He felt his body dying, and the pierced ice spear melted directly, but a terrifying and strange force spread, prompting his body to disintegrate and walk towards death. The fel energy had no effect, not even slowing down the process.

He disappeared very quickly, disappeared completely, without any trace left, he was just a special envoy responsible for delivering the news, and the power that Skovald was given had nothing to do with him. Domineering in front of him, but his own strength is not strong.

Skovald didn't know that demons wouldn't really die unless under certain circumstances. What happened to Ikrios made him realize that even if it wasn't Hela, he was facing an existence that he couldn't fight against, and he was always invincible The God King immediately bowed his head to reality, he had to find a way to get out of this ghostly place.

He stopped swinging his greatsword and returned to his guard's formation, thinking about how to get out.

But he has no chance.

A feeling of approaching winter struck, and a thin layer of ice began to condense on the ground. Skovald was a little dazed looking at the figure that suddenly appeared in front of him. The height of the other person looked like a baby to the vrykul. His ice blue long sword is also like a toothpick.

But in this small body, there is an aura that makes Skovald shudder. He has an intuition that everything here has something to do with the other party.

And she obviously couldn't be Hella.

"Who are you?" Scovald narrowed his eyes, but the next moment, his eyes widened.

The other party had no intention of talking to him at all, just watching her move slightly, Skovald fell down, a ray of light extended from the toothpick-like sword, directly piercing Skovald's heart, and then The victim didn't have any ability to resist, his thinking and nerves seemed to be frozen.

The power he had gained from the demon was useless, and Skovald suddenly had a very ridiculous feeling.

When his consciousness was about to die, Skovald saw his subordinates fall down one after another, but after a while, their lifeless bodies staggered up one after another, and he immediately realized that he would also enjoy the same treatment,

That's okay, anyway, this is his original final destination, but now it's ahead of schedule.

The tide of death engulfed Skovald and his men without making any waves, and continued to sweep south as planned.

(End of this chapter)