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“To be slain honorably on the field of battle brings us all glory. To be frozen in a block of ice and endlessly taunted does not….
You are to fly to the frost giant city of Dun Niffelem, just east of the Valley of Ancient Winters, and liberate our captive proto-drakes. With them, you will be able to free our sisters from their frozen bonds and carry them safely home. Beware the giants’ clubs, sister, lest you find yourself numbered among the captives.”
-Brijana
Free 3 Captured Proto-Drakes and rescue 9 Brunnhildar Prisoners.

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Quest Giver: Brijana — East of Brunnhildar Village, Storm Peaks [53, 66]
Objective: Fly to Dun Niffelem, free 3 Captured Proto-Drakes, and rescue 9 Brunnhildar Prisoners.
Quick Facts
Walkthrough
Getting to Dun Niffelem
Mounting a Proto-Drake
Freeing Prisoners
Returning to Brunnhildar
Dodging the Giants
Efficiency Tips
Lore Context
The Hyldnir and the Sons of Hodir have been raiding each other since Thorim fell into his depression. The frost giants have captured Hyldnir warriors, frozen them in ice, and are holding their proto-drakes prisoner as trophies. Brijana’s quest text captures the Hyldnir warrior code: “To be slain honorably on the field of battle brings us all glory. To be frozen in a block of ice and endlessly taunted does not.”
This is your first time entering Dun Niffelem as an enemy. Later in the chain, after completing the Sons of Hodir reputation grind, you’ll be welcomed here as an ally. The same frost giants throwing clubs at you now will eventually be quest givers offering dailies.
Explore the Storm Peaks’ hidden easter eggs, lore mysteries, and connections across Warcraft history in Vikstone’s Storm Peaks Chronicles, along with the complete quest storyline.

















Vikstone's War Journal“To be slain honorably on the field of battle brings us all glory,” Brijana said. “To be frozen in a block of ice and endlessly taunted does not.” She pointed east toward Dun Niffelem, where the frost giants had made their stronghold. “Liberate a captive proto-drake. With her, you will be able to free our sisters from their frozen bonds and carry them safely home. Beware the giants’ clubs, sister, lest you find yourself numbered among the captives.”

The proto-drakes hung chained to the city’s spires, wings bound against their sides. I flew close and mounted the nearest one. The chains fell away as she felt a rider’s weight, and her wings snapped open with furious relief.
Below, Brunnhildar prisoners stood frozen in solid ice, trophies of the giants’ war. The drake’s ice shard shattered their prisons, and she swooped to catch them before they could fall. One in each claw, one clutching my shoulders. Three at a time.
Giants roared and hurled clubs that whistled past. The drake banked hard, climbed fast. The moment we cleared Dun Niffelem’s walls, she turned homeward without prompting, instinct overwhelming any other impulse.
Three trips. Nine sisters freed.
Brijana watched the last of them stumble toward warmth and rest. “Your efforts appear to have been successful, sister.” Something almost like respect in her voice. “You have brought glory to the Brunnhildar.”