Where the arcane magic of the stars gathers, High Lord Tyrion Blade of the Dawn is waiting for the Titan Souls' answer.
Facing his question and the faint light of the white blade flowing in Tyrion's hand, the six Titan spirits looked at each other and seemed to be communicating with their eyes. They did not have much fear. Perhaps this silence was more important.
It was more about thinking about the plan itself, and after a while, they finally made a decision.
At the moment when the cold light of the stars shone along the reflection of the walls of the Pantheon into this chilling place, Aggramar, Tyrion's most familiar defender, stood up and asked in a joking tone:
"If we say no, are you going to use force?"
"Yes."
The great lord replied calmly:
"I don't give you the right to refuse. I just need you to choose the answer I need. I just need you to execute it."
"The Titan Soul is indeed powerful in the Pantheon, but in your current state, you are still a little short of fighting against the entire Death Star Sea. I also want to know, if I can drive six ghost warriors transformed from the Titan Soul, then
Can I truly fight to the death with Sargeras in the realm of death?"
"Hahaha, it really fits the style of the legendary Death Tyrant."
Aggramar was not angry because of Tyrion's implicit threat. On the contrary, the golden-skinned Titan laughed. After laughing, he put his left fist on his chest and beat it, then took two steps forward.
Arriving in front of Tyrion, the defender reached out and grabbed the shield suspended in the air, then stretched out his left hand and raised the shield high in front of the great lord. He said in a deep voice:
"But when all creatures are in despair, only people like you can truly save the world. I, Aggramar, I am willing to join you in the decisive battle!"
"May our martial arts be prosperous!"
Seeing that his brother had made a decision, King of the Gods Aman'Thul also had a hint of decision in his eyes shining with lightning. He propped up his body with his staff, took the Eye of Aman'Thul floating in front of him, and then put it away.
Putting it on a necklace he carried with him, he walked to Tyrion and Aggramar. The tired king of the gods said sadly:
"I never thought I would be so crazy and desperate, but like you said, this may be our last chance."
Aman'Thul took a deep breath and placed his lightning staff on Aggramar's shield:
"Aman'Thul, join you in the decisive battle! May eternal time bless you and me."
"My prediction spells indicate that the future is in chaos."
Dreamweaver Norgannon, who was wearing a purple-gray robe, put down the book that he never left his hand, and held the platinum disk he made in his hand. This magic titan appeared in front of the great lord like a phantom, and he looked towards the great lord.
The lord bowed slightly and said:
"Until today, I know that what we are looking for is not the hope of victory. What we are praying for is just a ray of chaos in destiny. Only chaos can give birth to order."
"I, Dreamweaver Norgannon, join you in the decisive battle! The radiance of magic illuminates our victory!"
A wand like the stars appeared in Norgannon's hand. This weapon was placed on Aman'Thul's cane. Behind him, Lady Eonar, the giver of life, holding a purple jewel, strolled forward. She was deeply moved.
After taking a deep look at the great lord, she said:
"Although you walk the road of death, Tyrion, you are the most caring monarch among the stars that I have ever seen. You have understood the meaning of life and death. May this life last forever, and let fate also
No interference!"
The staff of life in this woman's hand touched with other weapons raised high, and a green light shone out. She said in a deep voice:
"I, Eonar, am willing to fight alongside you and Elune!"
"roar!"
Shaper Kazgoroth, this powerful creator and warrior couldn't help but feel excited. He let out a loud war cry. He picked up the Shaper's Sacred Hammer in front of him and strode to the crowd. He
Lifting the holy hammer, he shouted as the earth trembled with power:
"I, Kazgoros, am willing to protect the hope of the stars! I am willing to fight for the future of these stars! Creation is eternal!"
The palms were superimposed together, and the different powers were also superimposed together, making this scene look so sacred and solemn. The great lord's eyes were on the last Titan. The youngest Titan Gorgonas picked up the broken
Tide Stone said slightly dissatisfied:
"Ah, I actually want to refuse."
He didn't care at all about the strange looks cast by the other Titans, he said:
"Because you mortals have rudely damaged my treasure. This stone was once my favorite and most cherished rare object."
A trace of warmth flashed in Gorgonas's eyes. He looked at the stone in his hand and said:
"This is the most beautiful stone from the sea that gave birth to my world. But it doesn't matter. My world has been destroyed, so I can no longer watch helplessly. Another world that had hope of survival has lost hope."
The roarer stretched out his hand, and a simple horn appeared in his hand. The moment the horn came into contact with everyone's weapons, a deep voice sounded from the horn. The warrior wearing a heavy helmet winked at the great lord:
"Thank you for the wine. I haven't had such a good drink in a long time."
"I, Gorgonas the Rager, wish to join in this decisive battle, and may the seas and skies of the stars sing of our coming victory!"
The Titan's will merged together, causing the entire Pantheon to tremble. It seemed that even it was ready for the final battle. The great lord looked at the weapons stacked in front of him. He let out a sigh of relief and raised his hand.
Hand, the pale death blade appeared in his palm like gathering quicksand. When the last weapon touched, the great lord said in a deep voice:
"So"
"I, Tyrion, Blade of the Dawn, am honored to be able to walk with the Titans!"
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In the core of the world of Azeroth, the consciousness of Elune, the awakened world spirit, once again swept across her world. She was watching the lives of the creatures and watching them prepare for the final battle.
, listening to the roars of those warriors, listening to the laughter of children who know no worries, all kinds of things in this world are flowing in the will of the world spirit.
This is the power of civilization. On a symbolic level, the stronger the power of civilization, the faster the growth of the world spirit. The world spirit and the world, the world and life, there is a complete cycle between the three.
The break of the ring will cause the entire system to stagnate or even collapse.
Elune is not very worried about the upcoming decisive battle. She knows that this brave world has defeated the Burning Legion three times. The warriors of this world are not afraid of the terrifying demons born from the twisted void. They will not
Surrendering to the power of the Burning Legion, no matter how difficult the battle is, they will survive it, survive it, and continue to live proudly on this land.
What Elune is really worried about is the threat of the Dark Titan Sargeras.
Her unknown brother, the most terrifying destroyer in the stars, if she and Tyrion can't stop Sargeras, then it will be useless no matter how brave the life in this world is.
Sargeras, that is already an enemy on another level.
Maybe, maybe we can get help from the Titan Souls of the Pantheon, and with their help, our battle against Sargeras will be smoother.
Elune thought this way, and her clear thinking made the spirit of this world couldn't help but think of it. If she had not been corrupted by the ancient gods, if she had not suffered so much, according to the development of Azeroth's civilization,
Speed, now she is probably close to maturity, has the strength to fight, and will no longer always rely on others to protect her.
Perhaps some will in the dark sensed Elune's little thoughts. Just when she was about to take a nap, Tyrion's voice suddenly sounded in the core of the world:
"Little Elune, I have found your relatives, and I have also found traces of the Pantheon. They are all waiting for you."
"???"
This sudden good news made Elune stunned for a moment. Is it true that all wishes come true in this world?
"How do I get there?"
Elune asked subconsciously. She trusted Tyrion very much, because although this god of death was always cold, it had been almost more than ten years since he formed an indissoluble bond with the spirit of the world until today.
Time passed, and he never let Elune down.
Just as Elune said, apart from the Titans, Tyrion is the creature she trusts most in her long life.
Moreover, Tyrion died for her once.
If a mortal girl encountered such a thing, she would have been in love a long time ago. Unfortunately, the spirits of the world were born as Titans, and they would hardly consider these things throughout their lives.
"Your spokesperson Muradin is taking the Tears of Elune to the Chamber of Hearts. You are waiting there to integrate your will into the Tears of Elune. Your relatives will build a channel of will in the Pantheon. You
We’ll see them soon.”
Tyrion's calm voice sounded again, Elune responded crisply, and began to wait happily.
Those are the Titans, those are her relatives. Among the stars, apart from Tyrion, they are the closest group of people. How should she meet them?
Do you feel shy?
The little girl quickly fell into her own random thoughts. On the other side, in the arcane realm at the center of the Pantheon, the Titans were observing Azeroth and the changes in the will of the world spirit. Norgannon
And Aman'Thul is ready to open the will channel at any time and transfer the will of the world spirit to the Pantheon.
As for Eonar, the Giver of Life, this delicate and emotional female Titan seemed like she couldn't bear to watch anymore. She had already guessed what would happen next.
She turned her head and looked at Lord Death, who had his back to them and looked at the starry sky. She couldn't help but ask:
"Do you know what you're doing?"
"I know."
There was not much emotion in Tyrion's right eye, and he seemed to have already guessed the arrival of this day.
"She is just a simple child. She shouldn't have to endure this. Before she truly realizes your efforts and the significance of our sacrifices, she will hate you to death and even want to destroy you."
The Life Giver said behind the High Lord:
"Maybe you can leave first and let us tell her all this."
"No."
The great lord stretched out his hand, and a chain shining with pale and golden light appeared in his hand. He looked at it and said:
"I have to be here and she has to do it all."
"It was I who freed her. I shaped that world, and I also shaped her. I pushed her into the destiny programmed by me. This is the last step that I must complete with my own hands."
"well"
The Titan of Life, who had seen the birth of the world and the evolution of civilization, let out a long sigh. She looked at the back of the great lord who seemed to be blending into the stars, and her voice became deeper and deeper:
"You love that world so deeply, but you hide everything behind a cold mask. Do you like her? Do you like Elune?"
"Yeah. But it's not the kind of 'like' you think."
Perhaps it was at the most important and final dividing line of fate that the great lord finally no longer concealed his emotions. His expressionless face softened. He raised his head and looked at the brightest star in this strange star field.
That star, he said to the listener behind him in a voice that described a story:
"I spent the first 300 years of my life doing nothing."
"I have a lover, who is the only lover in my life. I once wanted to spend a peaceful life with her, have several children, continue our bloodline, and live an ordinary life."
"But after I truly stepped into my destiny, I would never be able to have children, and neither would my wife."
"I don't know if this was the malice of fate or a punishment for my cowardice and wastage in the first half of my life. But at that time, I was unable to resist fate."
"My Alleria and I have adopted several children. We love them very much and raise them as real daughters, but bloodline, this stupid definition in the eyes of mortals, should be a meaningless thing, but it has always been
I can't let go, I haven't been able to truly appreciate the feeling of being a father."
"I want to have a child of my own, one that truly belongs to me."
There was a gentle smile on the face of the great lord. The smile was somewhat stiff and bitter, but he did not turn around and did not show this smile to others, as if it was the emotion hidden deep in his heart.
, unwilling to share with others, and even less willing to let others see their own weakness.
Death doesn't cry.
"And then I found it."
"Now, I have a child of my own."
"I watched her grow, protected her, taught her, and scolded her. I gave her real freedom and weaved the most beautiful path of destiny for her. My child, under my proud gaze, she grew up day by day.
Big, and today, she will embark on her own life."
Behind the great lord, there were already tears in the eyes of the Life Titan. She was really a sentimental god.
"If you want to destroy the child, give her everything you have; but if you want to make her strong, you must have strict requirements."
The high lord turned around, and behind him, in the light emitted by the Arcana Mirror of the Pantheon, one was 7 points similar to Tyrande, and the remaining 3 points were extremely similar to some details of Tyrande.
The similarity, especially the eyes, seems to be carved from the same mold.
She was wearing a single ponytail, and her figure composed of pure arcane light was appearing there little by little, with a smile on her face, as if she was attending a real coming-of-age ceremony.
There was undisguised pride dancing in the big lord's single eye. He was just like a real father. He proudly said to the Titan of Life around him:
