22. Like a person drinking water, he knows whether he is warm or cold
"Buzz"
In front of the Pantheon, the last ray of golden light, like a butterfly flapping its wings, scattered on the forehead of Elune, the spirit of the world, who was imprisoned in place.
That ray of golden light did not stay or stick to it. It was like water seeping into the earth. It merged into her body the moment it came into contact with the spirit body of the world. However, this also expressed Elune's complete loss.
Gain control over your own spirit body.
She was like a puppet, maintaining that desolate posture, her eyes fixed on the great lord walking towards her. There was not much expression on Tyrion's face, and there was only calmness in his right eye.
, as calmly as if Elune had never known this person before.
She seemed to have never really understood him.
But those past times...
The first meeting in Silithus, the conversation on Mount Hyjal, the encouragement before big events, the comfort when the unknown destiny comes, the protection when danger comes, those things that make her feel at ease.
moment...
Are these all fake?
Are these all his disguises?
Under the gazes of the Titans, Tyrion stood in front of Elune. He looked at her round eyes. He breathed a sigh of relief, stretched out his hand, and helped Elune smooth her messy silver hair. He said:
"I never abandoned you...as I once said, you will never walk alone."
"Then let me go!"
Elune gritted her teeth and said:
"Get out of here with me!"
"No."
The great lord stretched out his hand and gently held Elune in his arms in the manner of a princess. With the black windbreaker floating around, he held her in his arms and walked towards the center of the Pantheon, where the arcane power had begun to pulsate.
Node, enter the true destiny of Elune, who belongs to the spirit of the world.
"Because I can't watch you run away, kid."
"This is what you must go through, a road to greatness and immortality. I say, you will become the most shining goddess among the stars, and you will become the center of the next era... This is the starting point to greatness.
"
Tyrion was like an old father sending his daughter away from home, saying to the spirit of the world in a gentle voice:
"This is not a fairy tale."
"This is not a story where you rely on love or hope to find the perfect way."
"Sargeras is the real destroyer among the stars. He comes for you. You need strength. If you long for peace and beauty, then you need the power to protect beauty."
Tyrion's persuasion was interrupted by Elune's scream, and the World Spirit shouted in an angry voice:
"You're just scared! Tyrion!"
"You are starting to fear Sargeras! You treat me as your tool! Just like you use your subordinates!"
"I'm not your subordinate! Tyrion, I treat you as a relative! I don't want this fate! You have no power... You have no power to decide my future! Bastard, let me go! Let me go!"
Elune's shouts were like a heavy hammer hitting the soul of the great lord Furui Muha, but could not shake his mind.
Children will always rebel against their parents' arrangements.
They long for freedom and have unrealistic illusions about the unknown.
In their eyes, everything in this world can be solved by love and conversation.
They say that parents have lost their spirit, lost the courage to challenge, and have been polished off by the dirty reality. They laugh at parents' reality and compromise.
They believe that life should be lived freely and unrestrainedly, as white as snow, without a trace of fireworks.
They believe that they are the protagonists of their own era, and they are not willing to be as conservative as their parents. They always feel that the unique temperament and edges and corners of their bodies are the true meaning of their lives, and that is the real life.
self.
But, that's not it!
Life is not a joke, there is no chance of do-over, and it is not a beautiful story. Just like the mortals of Azeroth, in this turbulent era that has lasted for more than ten years, even if they are just alive, they already need to do their best.
.
Destiny never has a master, and no one can be the real protagonist of destiny. Even Anduin Wrynn, who seems to have the smoothest life in the next era of Azeroth, has his own troubles and ups and downs.
The Dark Titan Sargeras, who is so powerful that he transcends the rules of the stars, also wants to reorganize the Dark Pantheon, because even Sargeras knows...
He, alone, cannot handle all this!
"You still don't understand, kid."
Facing Elune's rebuttal and sarcasm, Tyrion's expression remained calm. He gently placed the World Spirit in the center of the Pantheon. He took out something from his arms, which was a leaf pendant stained with blood.
It was also the last relic left by the great lord on the night when he really died.
He hung it around Elune's neck and said:
"I watch you grow up day by day, kid."
"I can't be your father, but I wish I was..."
"I shaped the destiny of the world, and I also planned your destiny. No matter how much you hate me, please remember..."
"I never abandoned you."
The high lord looked at Elune's hateful eyes with a hint of sadness and pleading. He breathed a sigh of relief, kissed Elune's forehead like an elder, and said:
"From today on, we will never meet again."
"Elune, you are not my subordinate, and I have never been afraid of Sargeras. This... this is my last gift to you, this is your coming-of-age ceremony."
"Be brave and stride forward on the road to your destiny."
"Elune, you are my daughter..."
"You are the daughter of death..."
"You will never walk alone."
After saying these last words, the great lord turned around and left.
The projection of the Death Star Sea easily landed in the hall of the Pantheon, and he stepped into it. Under Elune's complicated gaze, the gloomy death covered the last figure of the great lord, and then closed in an instant,
Like the shadow of a death party, like the ashes of burning things, they eventually disperse with the wind.
"I don't know him very well."
The Supreme King Aman'Thul stood up, and with a tap of his fingers, the pendant inlaid with the Eye of Aman'Thul slowly fell on Elune's neck. The titan's palms sparkled with the intertwining of time and thunder.
Light, he looked at Elune and said:
"But I can feel that he is a truly good father and the most qualified defender, more qualified than any of us."
"Buzz"
Under Aman'Thul's control, the entire Pantheon became illusory at this moment, as if trapped in a time that passed a hundred times, or even a thousand times. The growth of the world spirit is a very complicated process. To make Ellu
Maturity cannot be achieved simply by infusing the soul power of the six Titans into Elune's spiritual body. Such a rough infusion will only cause Elune's still weak mind to collapse in an instant.
The Titan Spirits chose the safest way. They accelerated the flow of time in the Pantheon, allowing Elune's will to mature naturally in the flow of time and infiltrated by the power of the Titan Spirit.
The growth of the world spirit needs to grow together with the world itself that gave birth to her, but the Titans eliminate the influence of the world. As a supplement, they will take on the responsibility of supplementing the "nutrient" of the spirit body in this time flow.
"Don't hate him, Elune."
The Life Titan let out a long sigh, put her hands on the armrests of the throne, and slowly closed her eyes. The next moment, a sapling full of life was born under Elune's feet, and then in a hundredth of a second
, quickly grew into a towering tree, wrapping the spirit of the world in the trunk.
"Like us, he has given everything for you..."
The platinum disc in Norgannon's hand rose into the air, and the magic power continuously flowed into the trunk of the Tree of Life using the disc as a medium, replenishing magic power for Elune and filling her spiritual body bit by bit.
.
"He deserves respect!"
Shaper Khaz'goroth placed the Hammer of the Shaper on the roots of the Tree of Life, and the power of the earth flowed into the roots like a tide. Magic filled Elune's spirit body, and the power of the earth...
Strengthen her soul and will.
"He will continue to protect you, just like we do."
Aggramar did not participate in the ceremony to strengthen Elune's power. The Titan placed the Shield of Aggramar in front of him and continued to strengthen the weapon. After Elune matured, she not only needed Tai
Sarlacc comes to fight Sargeras, and he also needs the Shield of Aggramar to protect himself.
"But you are a Titan star spirit, nourished by the stars. He cannot be your biological father, so don't make a mistake, little girl."
Gorgonas told a joke that was not funny. The young Titan continued to glue his Tidestone and inject his power into it. Elune not only needed weapons, she also needed a magic weapon that could
Mobilize huge magic power to fight Sargeras's fire of destruction.
"He is indeed a good father."
The angry shouter stretched out his finger and tapped it on the Tide Stone. He wiped it clean with a slightly funny look and whispered:
"Your relationship is so enviable. Oh, the scene just now made me want to cry..."
But what about Elune?
The World Spirit placed in the Tree of Life was dumbly accepting the power from its predecessors. She could feel that the Titans were becoming weaker. They sacrificed themselves to fight for hope for Elune and the stars. This is the greatest
sacrifice.
But Elune doesn't feel that greatness...
In her heart, there was only a dull feeling of pain.
This is...
How does it feel when a child is sad for the first time?
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"You cried..."
In the lonely castle in the dead world, Ms. Xalatas, who had returned from negotiating with the ethereal spirits in Argus, looked at the high lord Tyrion on the throne in surprise. In the corner of the high lord's eyes, there was a tear like a drop of water.
This shocked Xal'atath.
She never knew that the madman in front of her, who was so terrifying that he could kill Titans, actually had such an emotional side.
"You actually cry too..."
The secretary was amazed. She put down the document in her hand and circled twice around the silent lord who was overwhelmed by grief. At this moment, she no longer seemed as rigid and dead as before, but seemed to have recovered a little bit.
It is the posture of the fifth ancient god.
The great lord didn't care at all about her gaze, he was immersed in his own world.
And Xal'atath carefully stretched out her hand, trying to hide the tears in the corner of the high lord's eyes, but just before she touched the high lord, a black-gloved hand slapped her hard.
on fingers.
Blood Mistress Alleria walked out of the shadow of the throne with an expressionless face. She looked at Xal'atath and said:
"Go and do your business!"
"Don't talk nonsense about news that shouldn't be spread..."
Xal'atath snorted, but she knew that she was still alive now entirely because Alleria saved her that day, otherwise she would have probably died with N'Zoth.
Therefore, Miss Xalatas, who has been completely transformed into a dead creature by the Blood Mistress, still feels grateful in her heart.
She picked up the documents on the table, glanced at the high lord one last time, then turned and left.
When the sound of Xal'atath's high heels colliding with the ground gradually faded away, the Blood Mistress knelt down and held her husband's hand. She looked at her husband and the tears on his face and said softly:
"You're always like this... Obviously, you don't need to bear everything."
"You are always abusing yourself, can't you be kinder to yourself?"
The Blood Mistress' voice of regret awakened the great lord from his tumbling emotions. He held his wife's hand tightly and said:
"I'm just, just doing the right thing..."
"I know, but you can't always do the right things. They are like thorns. You know it is right to pull out the thorns, but they will also sting you. Just like how you treat the world and Elune, you
You love them, and no one loves them more than you."
Alleria put her husband's cold hands on her cheeks, feeling her husband's disordered mood, and said:
"You are like an iron felt and a forging hammer, making them stronger and stronger, making them capable enough to face all challenges from fate, but you have to bear all this. This is unfair to you, I
Tyrion..."
"This world, those feelings, love, hope, and hugs, these are what you deserve."
"Not only can they enjoy that era, but you are also qualified to appreciate it."
The Blood Mistress stood up, gently picked up her husband's head, and placed it on her abdomen. She gently stroked her husband's hair. She hummed an elven ditty from Quel'Thalas, which was played between her and Tai.
When Leon was still young, their favorite songs, those past times, warm and colorful times, those memories that only belonged to her and Tyrion, those stories, those precious pasts
.
Alleria looked at the man in her arms. She knew that this man was not the person she should be looking for in her original destiny. This man did not belong to this world. It could even be said that Tyrion destroyed Alleria.
It should have been a more magnificent life, but he gave Alleria another life.
The Blood Mistress didn't care about the disturbances in the outside world. She had never regretted meeting Tyrion. But now, she just wanted her husband to have a good rest in her arms.
He has...worked too hard for too long.
Tyrion felt his wife's love. He was like a greedy man, greedily feeling this unreserved love. With a flick of his finger, the darkness from the Death Star Sea was about to completely cover the hall. He didn't want to let
Others disturbed the tryst between him and his wife. At that moment when everything fell into warm darkness, the great lord closed his eyes and said in a tone that was so stubborn that it made people feel distressed.
