Chapter 1022 The Incarnation of the Eight Winds Appears in Advance

Agrim felt like he was having a long dream. After being severely injured by two blades that suddenly pierced his heart, he vaguely heard his father's voice.

It was a story worth recalling. When he was not the Butcher King, he existed as a war slayer who shared the honor and disgrace of the king.

He has participated in every conflict in the World's Edge Mountains, starting as the weakest goblin and working his way up to the highest honor of the Butcher.

Manticores, trolls, chaos eggs, giants, giant spiders... He has killed all the beasts recorded by the civilized races of the old world.

War Undertaker's dream at that time was to find a giant dragon and win the highest honor among the dwarves.

But the outbreak of the Great Holy War forced Agrim's dream to be suspended for a while.

He still clearly remembered those gloomy and dreary days, when the earth that had been corroded by Chaos was wailing, and countless humans whose homes had been destroyed were exiled in the cold land.

The battle that broke out in the Cursed City was something the Butcher King would remember for his whole life. Masnow forcibly interrupted his thoughts of dying together with the Great Demon Nurgle, preventing a Butcher from sacrificing himself at the most glorious moment.

Everything after that seemed to become blurry.

Pestilen? Member of the Council of Thirteen? A forest city protected by a sacred barrier...

In the darkness, he couldn't see what was in front of him, and those familiar memories gradually disappeared as his vision blurred. He stretched out his hands to try to grasp them, but in the end, his fingertips slipped in quicksand.

Agrim vaguely understood what happened, he held his hands and laughed boldly, "It turns out that I am already dead, and dying in the hands of a pointy ear is really a fucking thing.

But it must be said that this pointy-eared fight was really good, and it was a battle worth remembering. "

In the endless darkness, the Butcher King laughed wildly for a long time. Finally, his palms slowly relaxed, and there was a hint of darkness in his expression.

Agrim's tone was low, with a hint of self-blame, "I'm sorry, father, I failed to fulfill my responsibilities as a king. The contradictory fate of Balag's son ended in my hands..."

Just as he was about to accept the endless darkness, a very familiar voice suddenly appeared in his mind.

"Don't fucking pretend to be dead. How many barrels of Bergmann beer do you still owe me, you stinky little guy? And your Supreme King clearly said that he would let me choose something from the ancestral treasure trove, but he ended up being so stingy. Just like the goblin, I was given a meteorite shield, which I held like a dinner plate."

Damian's voice made Agrim think it was the last echo before losing consciousness. He was not sentimental. Only a coward would be afraid of death. He yelled, "You idiot, you drank Bergmann beer like horse urine." , What a waste of rare wine.

There is also the matter of the ancestral treasure house. I told you beforehand that you should go in and go straight to the deepest place and look for the most inconspicuous things in the corners. You'd better go in and touch the meteorite shield at the door and ask what it's for. Are you really treating the ancestral treasure house as a grocery store? "

"That's right, so you idiot, wake up now!"

The sudden pain on his face made Agrim cover his face subconsciously, and he felt a dizzy feeling in his mind.

He swore that this feeling was even more uncomfortable than sitting on a speedboat, as if his whole body was thrown into a large whirlpool that could be seen in Lothern, flying upward from the bottom to the sky.

When he opened his eyes, he saw Damian who had just retracted his fist, and several pointed ears standing beside him with his arms folded.

Of these pointed ears, he only recognized Davian, and the others wore helmets. The dwarf didn't know if he had seen them before.

He looked around and found that he was in a house made of obsidian, and his body was also lying on a table made of polished obsidian.

"Am I not dead?" Agrim was a little confused, and the burning pain on his face reminded him that all this was not an illusion in his mind. It must be a gift from the mother goddess Valaya that he was fine after suffering several fatal injuries.

Being upright, he didn't think much and immediately praised loudly,

"Thank you Varaya for allowing the son of Balag to continue to fulfill his responsibilities as king."

Davian and several of his colleagues looked at each other in confusion. Damian said that after becoming the king, Agrim became a little stupid.

But when he was lying awake in the obsidian room surrounded by several elves, no matter how hard he thought, he couldn't possibly think that the person who saved him was Valaya.

After thanking him, Agrim felt that his face was still sore. After thinking that his body had returned to normal, he immediately jumped up and punched Damian in the face with his backhand quickly.

A slap in the face is not a slap in the face, especially for a dwarf. He clearly saw a few orange beards mixed between Damian's fingers, which must have been intentional.

This was like a playful punch, but it aroused Agrim's surprise. For some reason, he felt a strange force in his body, as if he wanted to find an outlet.

In fact, Agrim certainly knew that Pointy Ears saved his life. Thanking Varaya was just out of the dwarf's reserve, and the inexplicable extra strength in his body must be something Pointy Ears did during the rescue. .

He did not suppress the restlessness in his body and concentrated the power into his fists.

It was swung smoothly and without any abnormality. It hit Damian's chest, and a blast of flames suddenly appeared like explosives exploding.

This power was extremely astonishing. Coupled with Agrim's natural divine power, it actually knocked Damian's whole body away and hit the obsidian wall. The whole room was slightly shaken by this.

Agrim didn't pay attention to whether Damian was injured. With this kind of power, the strength of the big guy's physical body against cannonballs couldn't have any real impact.

He stared at his hands, seeming to feel that his body was very different from before, and a kind of power and restlessness that he always wanted to release filled his heart.

While maintaining the posture of staring at his hands, Agrim did not point to anyone when he spoke, but he was indeed asking, silently saying, "Elf, explain the abnormality of my body."

Davian stopped to look carefully, and the effect was better than expected. Agrim's affinity for the wind of fire was somewhat beyond expectations.

What exactly has Hadaris been researching over the years that can allow dwarves to maintain their demon-hating physique and at the same time be able to guide the wind of Aksha in their bodies by instinct alone...

"I won't go into a long explanation. You are definitely not interested in hearing Caledo's difficulties. I will pick out a few key points."

"First, to deal with the poison of the Black Lotus, your body has undergone some adjustments. Now you can be said to be a giant in dwarf skin..." Davian felt inappropriate describing a dwarf as being like a giant dragon.

"giant."

"The second is to save your completely necrotic body tissues, especially your internal organs. After our tests, we found that your affinity with the Wind of Aksha is somewhat unusual.

You must have heard the story of rebirth from the ashes. Congratulations, you have got rid of the shabby weapon fighting identity and entered the noble magic warrior camp. "(End of chapter)