Crossing the Other World: My Warcraft System

My name is Olaf.

I originally thought that I would have to go through some tests before I could get the coveted artifact.

I never expected that Odin would give me the artifact directly...

For a Vikus, this is the pinnacle of life.

But the goal has not been achieved yet, you have to continue serving, Olaf.

As soon as Garin got the artifact, he felt a fluctuation coming from the artifact, and then a giant wearing ancient armor and holding a burning sword appeared in his mind!

God of War Aggramar!

Garin stroked the shield full of Titan technology style, feeling the spirit of the artifact contained within it.

It innocently sends out signals of goodwill.

What a pity! If it had been with Titan since birth, perhaps it could have grown into a being like the Demon Sword Remonia under the nourishment of the true God's power.

As for the goodwill it emanated, it was probably because this artifact sensed the presence of the Heart of Azeroth.

The ignorant spirit of the weapon could not tell where the breath of the Titan came from, and just wanted to lick Garin.

"It seems it recognizes you, warrior." Odin's face was puzzled, and his single eye gleamed. "Even Heimdall couldn't do this."

"I have long awaited a noble champion to enter my realm. I believe your strength, skill, and wisdom surpass those of the greatest vrykul king."

"Olaf, you really didn't disappoint me." Odin praised generously, and in his heart he once again despised Thorim for letting such a talent go, which allowed him to get a big bargain.

Odin, who was full of admiration for talent, couldn't wait: "Warrior, I have held a grand banquet to welcome you."

Before Garin had time to study the power of the artifact, he followed Odin into the Mead Hall.

The Lord of Valhalla may have spent too much time with the Vikings, and his preferences have been influenced by them. In addition, he has been trapped in Valhalla for a long time, so holding banquets, hunting and gladiatorial contests are his few entertainment activities.

Perhaps because they were notified in advance, or perhaps it was just the time for the banquet, a large number of Heroic Warriors and Val'kyr were already waiting in the hall.

Odin joyfully raised his cup aloft to the Valarjar, saying, "Heroic Spirits! This is our newest member, Olaf, a formidable warrior. Let us drink this cup to his heart's content!"

"cheers!"

The rugged Vikus admired the strong and easily accepted Garin's joining. Garin quickly integrated into the banquet, eating meat and drinking wine with big mouthfuls.

Soon, many Vikus began to come up with bucket-like wine glasses to drink with Garin.

In addition to the senior officials such as Weapon Master Oswald, Sky Sage Grunt, and Quartermaster Dunov, Garin also knew many elites.

Regardless of the size of the position, Garin accepted everyone who came and soon drank with most of the heroic warriors who came forward to toast him.

"Hahaha, very good! Olaf, good job!"

In the mead hall, Odin laughed and drank the wine in the cup, then waved for Galin to come forward.

Looking at the warrior whose expression remained unchanged, he became more and more delighted: the hope of breaking the seal of Valhalla lies with this boy!

"Do you know why I gave you the Aegis of Aggramar, champion?"

Garin remained silent, acting like a Viku from outside the area, saying that he was not aware of the disputes among local gangs.

Odin smiled and said to Galen: "More than one hundred thousand years ago, I formed the Valarjar to protect Azeroth, but my adopted daughter Hela betrayed me."

"She used the rules of the Shadowlands to seal the Halls of Valor, and then teamed up with Loken to shut off Ulduar's energy supply to the Halls of Valor, leaving this skyfortress suspended in the sky."

"She even created a Helarjar made of undead to mock my Valarjar over the years."

"I couldn't leave, and she didn't dare approach Valhalla. The stalemate lasted for over a hundred thousand years."

Odin's beard grew redder as he spoke, clearly furious. "The Shield of Aggramar is a Titan-made artifact, and the only one in my possession that can withstand the erosion of the Shadow Realm's rules."

Odin never mentioned his own mistakes and always blamed them on Hela's infidelity.

"I hope you can take the artifact and defeat Hela!"

As soon as Odin finished speaking, he saw a Viking rushing in!

It’s Skovald, the God-King of the Tideskorn Clan!

This guy entered the mead hall and stared at Garin intently...

And the special artifact shield that Garin carries on his back!

"Odin, you have violated tradition, and I have proven myself through the trials. Why should I allow this outsider to steal my holy shield?"

Odin's one eye glanced at the so-called God-King with disgust. How did you pass the trial? Don't you have any idea?

In the first level of the Trial of Strength, he tore Yotna apart with a sneak attack.

In the second level, he sent his army to enslave the entire group of storm dragons and forced them to cast the blessing.

The third level was even more outrageous. He actually only found the ancestors of his own clan to judge himself. In the end, he dug up Ashildir's grave and threw her remains into Hela's territory.

Although Skovald arrived at Valhalla earlier than Garin, Odin was not a fool and he could tell who was strong and who was weak at a glance.

Therefore, Odin did not choose Skovald, a guy who reached Valhalla by cheating by exploiting loopholes in the rules, even though he was a native Vrykul born and raised in Stormheim.

After all, the Shield of Aggramar means too much to the Valarjar!

This artifact is not only a symbol of the Titans, but also one of the things that Valhalla has relied on to resist the invasion of the Shadow Kingdom's rules over the years.

Odin believes that Skovald is unworthy to hold this artifact!

"According to tradition, the Shield of Aggramar now belongs to Olaf, Skovald. Your protest is too late."

Odin's words made Skovald's eyes overflow with resentment!

"If this so-called warrior refuses to give up the Holy Shield, then I will let him die!"

"Insanity!"

Skovalde's words excited all the Vikus heroes, and they were about to rush up and tear the guy who spoke so arrogantly into pieces.

However, several Vikui heroes stepped forward to stop them.

These might be the ancestors of the Tideskorn clan. Seeing that Odin didn't say anything, they mustered up the courage to defend their blood relationship with Skovaldde in the end.

Unfortunately, the God King, who was so angry that he lost his mind, didn't care.

He glanced at the many Valarjar in the Mead Hall, did not attack, turned around and left the hall, and jumped down from the High Gate.