The portal from Ulduar opens on the sea of Stormheim.
The first one to step out of the portal was the hooded Great Guardian Lai. The moment he stepped out of the portal, he and the Great Lord standing on the coast met each other's eyes, and the light shining in their eyes was indistinguishable.
They all agreed, and after a slight nod, Lai stood aside without saying a word.
Other guardians filed out of the portal, probably because it was about Odin's soul. In this important meeting, almost all the guardians with dignity came, including senior technicians who were immersed in the research of Titan technology.
Your Excellency Zhai Mi Mi Er Long, all appeared here.
Behind them, the main part of the golden Valarjar Fortress has been salvaged from the sea by the industrious Titan creations. However, compared with the magnificence that once hung in the sky, the Valargar Fortress fell into the deep sea and was retrieved again.
, only the frame supported by silver metal is left, like a super-large steel flying disk, with the remains of some buildings and some metal remains fixed to the disk that were burned in the flow of energy flames.
They were the remains of the heroic warriors. They looked extremely miserable, and there seemed to still be a trace of the thick smoke from the Ragnarok battle.
"Oh! It seems that our cat queen has found the lost holy arsenal!"
The mechanical dwarf Mimiron raised his funny black steel eyebrows, and a trace of irrepressible curiosity and desire for exploration flashed across his mechanical, round face. He waved the wrench and said to the other guardians:
"You guys talk first. I'm going to see if the energy terminals in the holy arsenal and the main frame can still be repaired! That's a very important thing... much more important than this time-wasting meeting."
After saying that, Mimiron dragged out a strange silver aircraft from his sight space. He jumped into it nimbly. Between the roar of the engine, this strange-looking flying area quickly rushed into the distance with a low sound.
in the salvage area.
Mimiron's departure gave the scene on the sea a hint of solemnity, especially the unfriendly eyes of Storm Guardian Thorim, which cast a shadow of confrontation over the talks that had not yet begun.
Interrupting the awkward silence, the Great Guardian coughed lightly and looked at Tyrion:
"Well, great lord, first of all, congratulations on your victory. I heard that Hela has also chosen to obey your leadership. The unification of the dead world is already a future that can be expected, and the balance of life and death in this world will also be guaranteed.
It's a very good thing, and it's a joyful thing, and we're called here..."
"You came to bring back your brother's soul, of course, I know."
The great lord waved his hand impatiently, interrupting Lai's series of meaningless statements. He opened his left hand with a black glove, revealing a perfect diamond core, shining brightly in the dusk sun.
It is the thinking core that belongs to Titan's creation, and also represents the soul that belongs to Titan's creation.
After defeating Odin and ending Odin's pain with her own hands, Hela did not crush the soul core. Maybe the Queen of Hades felt that revenge was enough. Maybe before Odin died, the two finally
A reconciliation was reached, and in short, Odin's priceless soul core finally returned to Tyrion's hands.
After seeing this core of thinking that could not be disguised, the eyes of the guardians lit up one after another.
To be honest, rational guardians like Freya and Azadas have a skeptical and pessimistic attitude towards Odin's ability to retain his soul. They have more or less heard about the great lord's story.
Acting style, but now the facts are before our eyes, proving that the great lord has indeed fulfilled his promise with the guardians and spared Odin's life.
This made them overjoyed. Storm Guardian Thorim stepped forward and took the soul core from the hands of the great lord. His handsome face was filled with a smile full of hope.
However, the guardians did not notice that there was a deep sadness shining in the eyes under the hood of the great guardian Lai standing aside.
How could someone like Tyrion be so generous?
These brothers of mine are still too immature.
Looking at the smiling guardians, the great lord also had a gentle smile on his stern face. He seemed to be very satisfied with the scene in front of him, but in his ice-blue eyes, there was a spark of hope.
Desperate expectations followed, and he was waiting for the moment when the despair that had been buried broke out.
It hardly takes too long to wait...
The core of Odin's soul is very complete, and there are no cracks visible on the surface. It also shines with complex and complicated blue light spots like the ones that light up when the human brain is thinking. It looks really beautiful, and Thorim can feel it.
Seeing the sleeping soul in the core of his mind, he carefully handed the core to Freya, the guardian of life, and asked his sister to keep it.
Now, they only need to bring it back to Ulduar, activate it with Titan energy, and find a suitable body for it. Their ancient brother and leader Odin will be reborn in the secret hall of the Titan City.
However, the moment Freya took over the thinking core, the life guardian almost immediately felt the weirdness of the soul sleeping in the core. She penetrated her green power into the core to check. In just a few seconds,
Freya's face turned pale as if she had seen the most terrifying thing.
In front of her, Storm Guardian Thorim was still expressing his heartfelt thanks to the great lord.
Facing Thorim's gratitude, Tyrion waved his hand and said casually:
"It's okay, it's okay. We are "friends". Friends should help each other and help each other. Yes, Odin is a respectable warrior. I know this, so I gave him new hope, new hope.
Starting point, I am also eager to see the powerful Odin standing on the front line to defend the world, yes... he has paid a heavy price for what he has done in the past!"
"Yes, I have forgiven him..."
"But you erased all Odin's memories and personality!"
The guardian of life who could no longer listen to this false statement, Ms. Freya held the thought core in her hand and screamed:
"You killed his will and thinking, there is no Odin here at all!"
"Here is just the corpse of a soul!"
Freya's angry scream was like a thunderclap, causing the expressions of all the guardians to change drastically. The sincere smile on the face of Storm Guardian Thorim, who was thanking the high lord, completely solidified at this moment.
In the silence of anger, the great lord seemed very calm. He stretched out his hand very friendly and patted the dull Thorim in front of him, and then said to the other guardians:
"Yes, I erased his will. It was a very, very painful process, but Odin never uttered a cry from the beginning to the end..."
"He is a respectable warrior, and he paid the price for what he did, so as I said, I have forgiven him, and you have also obtained Odin's "soul" as promised. You see, a person like
The soul is like a blank sheet of paper, and you can paint on it with ink. It only takes a little time, and you can have Odin again! Even an upgraded version of Odin that is more rational!"
"Pa"
The great lord snapped his fingers and said meaningfully:
"The best of both worlds, isn't it?"
"This is not... this is not... we agreed, this is not how we agreed."
As if Tuolimu, who had suffered a terrible blow, murmured to himself, he raised his head with some pain and confusion, staring at the big lord, a ball of flame dancing in his eyes, and he said:
"This is not! This is not what we agreed to do!"
"Promise?"
Tyrion's expression became cold. He glanced at the silent Great Guardian Lai and said:
"The only agreement I make with you is that I kill Odin completely, that I end all this completely. Odin's Legion of Heroes belongs to you, and his supreme gate belongs to me. What you have to pay is just to be with me.
When the soldiers died generously, you pressed a button... but you couldn't even do such a small thing! You even wanted to change the agreement at short notice... I felt that you were threatening me at that time..."
"I hate being threatened. What's more, didn't your Titan fathers teach you what a contract is?"
The high lord stretched out his finger and touched Thorim's steel chest mercilessly. He said word by word:
"I heard that you regard Odin as your father? Very good, then child, your father could have died passionately like a warrior, just because of you and your bastard brothers, and now he has gained the same as a mouse.
..Is this my fault?”
"No!"
Tyrion chuckled and said in the coldest voice in Thorim's ear:
"It's your fault! It's you who turned him into what he is now..."
Thorim's fists clenched, and the shining thunder and lightning danced on his steel fists. Although he shrunk to the size of a mortal body, it did not mean that his strength was weakened. A gloomy storm, in Thorim's anger
, gathered in the sky of Stormfjord, and in the dark clouds, streaks of thunder and lightning were beating.
The other Guardians also clenched their weapons. There is no doubt that the High Lord is humiliating them in this way... They should respond, for the sake of the Guardians and the majesty of the Pantheon.
But the great lord didn't care. He took a step back, spread his hands, and said calmly to the guardians in front of him:
"I just taught you something that you should have learned a long time ago. I know this feeling is uncomfortable, but children, listen to me, this is growth! Your Titan father is dead. Remember
This, their majesty and your "noble dignity" cannot stop Sargeras' sword, and those things, in my opinion, smell like dog shit!"
"In this world, if you want to help, just follow my plan honestly!"
"If you don't want to help, you even want to cause trouble..."
In the cold wind of the gloomy storm, Tyrion adjusted his black tie with his fingers, as if slapping dust away, and he said nonchalantly:
"Then I don't mind, I'll 'teach' you again, or... simply get rid of you neatly!"
"This is the last warning, do you understand?"
The black swordsman robe of the great lord rustled in the cold wind. In front of him, several guardians looked unkind, and Storm Guardian Thorim raised his head. His handsome face had been completely distorted. Between his eyes, blue
The colored thunder swayed like scattered light.
"Go to hell, you arrogant dead!"
The war hammer Umir in Thorim's hand was swung at this moment, like a heavy hammer entangled in a storm, and it hit Tyrion's head hard, but the great lord did not defend himself at all, and did not even look at it.
At the first glance of the weapon, the moment the warhammer swung down, the shadow behind the great lord jumped violently, like boiling water. In the tearing darkness, a palm covered with black steel and carved with a pale skull and a black cross poked out.
, accurately and easily, hitting the beating storm of scorching thunder.
In the eyes of other guardians, a strange knight who was taller than Tyrion, covered in black Holy Spirit armor full of weird religious connotations, and wearing a dark helmet decorated with sharp angles, stood in the way of the great lord and Tori.
During the moment, the knight's whole body was exuding a pale cold air. The armor in his left hand was holding Thorim's war hammer, and in his right hand, he was holding a black steel scepter inlaid with gems and embellished with skulls.
He is a strange knight, at least this figure has never appeared in the Dark Blade Chapter before. Like his armor, he appears dark and restrained, but if you look closely, he is full of a kind of depraved darkness, as revealed
It has an apocalyptic meaning, and his temperament is like that of a priest who has put down his scriptures and picked up weapons. On the chest of his armor, the huge black cross all over the body, as well as those weird patterns, are even more...
It makes him look extremely weird, and...dangerous!
His weapon is also very weird. It is said to be a scepter, but in fact it is more like the cross-like holy symbol used by the priests of the Holy Light Church. After magnifying it several times, it looks like a war hammer swung with one hand.
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Oh, by the way, judging from his size, this should be... a Draenei.
"Pa"
The high lord's black-gloved hand patted the death knight's steel shoulder armor that looked like a sacred scroll. Like a friend, he whispered to the knight who came to the rescue:
"Be gentle, my friend."
"Teach these ignorant "young people" a lesson for me, but don't beat them to death...then the problem will be a bit serious."
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