Valheim (v0.213.4) [early Access] Apr 2026

He checked his belt: two pieces of cooked deer meat and a single neck tail remained. His health bar, a flickering amber line, hummed with the meager buffs. To his left, the rhythmic clack-clack of a Greydwarf Shaman echoed through the firs. He crouched, the "hidden" icon appearing on his screen, and watched a spray of poison mist dissipate against a mossy rock.

Sigrid didn't panic. She swapped her ladle for a Huntsman Bow. "Welcome to the neighborhood," she typed coolly. "Step aside; I" Valheim (v0.213.4) [Early Access]

Hjalmar was on a mission. His longship—the pride of his small coastal village—was docked three biomes away, filled with iron scrap. But he had died to a stray Deathsquito while exploring the Plains, and this "corpse run" in leather armor was proving to be a nightmare. He checked his belt: two pieces of cooked

The beast sniffed the air, its hollow eyes scanning the brush. Hjalmar waited, heart hammering. Just as the Troll turned away, a spark caught Hjalmar’s eye in the distance—the faint, flickering glow of a campfire. Other Vikings. He crouched, the "hidden" icon appearing on his