A great lord is a man who sticks to his word, so he must do what he promises others.

But just as the High Lord passed through the Mead Hall, which was empty except for corpses, and was about to embark on the Rainbow Bridge to the highest point of Valargar Fortress, a flash of light suddenly appeared in the hall behind him.

The violent energy fluctuations made the great lord stop, then turned his head, and saw a silver heroic spirit holding a thunder sword, stepping out of the portal generated by the Rainbow Bridge.

It was a warrior who was much taller than the average heroic spirit. He wore silver and brass-colored steel armor, and a golden horn helmet that was very similar to Odin. He was strong and resolute. Among the horn helmets

Below, there is a pair of eyes burning with anger. A simple horn hangs on his waist. He still carries the smoke from the war. He looks a little tired, but from the posture of walking, he can tell

It can be seen that this is a very powerful warrior.

This is Heimdall, Odin's lieutenant, gatekeeper of Valarjar Fortress and first warrior.

And just when the high lord saw Heimdall, Heimdall, who had just returned to the Sky Fortress from the Gate of the Brave, also saw the high lord and the horrific remains of the heroic spirit beside the high lord. In addition, the high lord was holding a weapon.

The sword and the gloomy aura surrounding him made him look like the culprit of the massacre in the Mead Hall.

"You! Did you kill them?"

Heimdall looked at the carnage in front of him. Those fearless warriors who were locked up because of the holy arsenal and could only use their heroic bodies to fight the invaders were chopped down to the ground like the weakest soldiers. The cold death lingered.

Frost covered their corpses, completely cutting off their vitality. The mead hall, which was once filled with singing and endless banquets, has turned into a real hell on earth during this war in heaven.

Faced with Heimdall's scolding, the great lord stretched out his finger, tapped his forehead, and whispered:

"I wanted to answer no, but when I think about it carefully, they did die because of me, so let's forget it."

He raised his head and looked at the angry Heimdall in front of him. A glimmer of light flashed in the icy blue eyes of the great lord, and he said softly:

"You should be Heimdall, Odin's warrior. I have heard your story, but seeing you come here so aggressively, I guess you want to avenge them?"

"I recognize you too!"

Heimdall looked at the slender man wearing a black swordsman's robe with anger and vigilance. A trace of undisguised fighting spirit flashed in his steel eyes, and wisps of beating thunder and lightning struck Heimdall's body.

Beating, and those mysterious runes, are constantly strengthening the power of Valargar's first warrior.

"You are the great lord of the dead world, and you are already the most powerful man in Azeroth! Your power allows you to freely do whatever you want, but I still wonder why it is us! We

They are all doing the right thing, so why us?”

"Bang"

The black blade in Tyrion's hand hit the ground and made a low sound. He held the hilt of the sword with both hands and looked at Heimdall in front of him. The high lord's expression calmed down. After a while, under the influence of the heroic spirit

In the death hall strewn with wreckage, he whispered:

"If you insist on asking this question, then I can only answer you."

"For me and the world"
Chapter completed!