Midgardsormr ist der erste Drache aus Dragalia Lost, der in der Story erscheint und damit der erste Drache, mit dem man eine Verbindung eingeht. Er ist von Typ Wind und hat eine Seltenheit von 4.
Midgardsormr ist ein grüner Westlicher Drache.
Warnung! Die folgenden Ingame-Storys könnten Spoiler beinhalten. Wenn du das Spiel noch nicht bis zu diesem Zeitpunkt gespielt hast, dass du die Storys freigeschaltet hast, bietet es sich nicht an, diese zu lesen.
Da das Spiel derzeit nur auf Englisch spielbar ist, ist die Story auch nur in englischer Sprache verfügbar.
Long ago, dragons reigned supreme
over Grastaea. Humanity, left with
little land where it could dwell in
safety, merely did its best to survive.
For the dragons were blessed with
incredible power and would often
inadvertently induce terrible disasters
upon the land.
One such dragon was the Windwyrm.
Also known as the lord of maelstroms,
he was infamous for summoning
great gales to mark his territory.
On an evening following such a gale,
the Windwyrm came home to find a
young human washed up on the
riverbank near his lair.
The Windwyrm thought he must have
been fishing but was still puzzled—
for no human from the nearby village
ever dared to brave the night when
the Windwyrm was about.
The dragon carried the human back
to his lair. After a time, the young
man's eyes flickered open.
"You're the Windwyrm," said the man,
who seemed utterly unperturbed to
find himself facing the dragon.
"The legends said you could be
found at the heart of the storm."
"Tell me of the greater world," the
human continued. "For you have
seen many centuries and must have
knowledge beyond our tales."
Many years had passed since the fall
of the Dane dynasty that once ruled
the land. Their culture eroded by the
flow of time, the elders spoke only
of legends, for it was all they knew.
"How bothersome," sighed the
Windwyrm. Yet he began to speak
of the world and its past, and the
bright-eyed youth absorbed each
On and on they talked, until a ray of
light pierced the gap between them.
Turning toward its source, they saw
the sun rise over a distant horizon.
The Windwyrm knew time was short.
The villagers would be stirring soon,
which meant the youth would leave,
and they would never speak again.
Such was the order of things.
But as the Windwyrm had brought the
youth to his lair, it fell to him to see
that he was returned home. He could
not simply abandon him now.
Abruptly, the youth looked toward his
village. The Windwyrm expected to
hear him express a desire to return
home, but his eyes were firmly fixed
After listening to the Windwyrm speak
of the wider world, the youth stood.
He faced his village, but his eyes
stared into the distance.
Awestruck, the young man spoke:
"I did not understand the world to be
so vast, nor my village so small. Up
here, I feel as if I can see everything."
This was not the case, of course.
Had the youth known of the peaks
that dwarfed the dragon's den, he
likely would have fainted from shock.
"How wonderful it must be to sleep
here each night, and wake here each
morning," said the youth. "One day,
I, too, wish to live here."
"Do you mean to smite me and steal
my home?" asked the Windwyrm.
The youth tilted his head, confusion
scrawled across his face, and asked
if they could not live there together.
"Fool boy," chuckled the Windwyrm.
"Such outlandish ideas will doubtless
be your ruin."
"Humans offer dragons tribute in
return for our divine protection;
that is how it has always been,
and how it shall always be.
Our kinds cannot live together."
"I care not for the past," said the
youth. "Can we not come to
understand each other, Windwyrm?
Can we not coexist?"
The Windwyrm was struck silent by
the young man's sincere gaze.
How could this boy—this nobody—
have such grand aspirations?
That single, salient proposal would
utterly reshape the way humans and
dragons had interacted since time
Centuries have passed since then.
Countless bards and poets have
tried to recount the story of the
Windwyrm and the youth's fateful
But the brave young man—Alberius—
is long gone. The only one alive who
knows the true events of that day is
the Windwyrm himself.
- Midgardsormr ist benannt nach dem altnordischen Namen der Midgardschlange, Miðgarðsormr.