In a very embarrassing posture, Tichondrius lay prostrated on the Burning Temple and shivered, as if he were a newbie meeting a real boss.
It knows that this is embarrassing, but compared to the importance of a small life, what does it mean to be embarrassed?
Standing in front of it is a temple guardian who is more powerful than the Deceiver. Behind the guardian, there is also the will of the god it serves emerges. In this case, the choice left to Tichondrius
Not much.
The soul of the trembling Dread Lord was also trembling crazily. It could even feel that a certain part of the soul was shaking crazily, as if it was trying to hide deeper in the body.
Maybe it's because I'm too scared...
After all, it is facing the ultimate strongman who can block the void army from the cracks of the stars with the power of one person. It is the most powerful existence among the stars. In the face of such an existence, isn't it right to be afraid?
?
But what puzzles the Dread Lord is that when the Dark Titan appeared, the phrase "interesting" didn't seem to be just an evaluation of the Holy Hammer it brought... It seemed more like an evaluation of himself.
, could it be that there is something in him that makes the Dark Titan feel good?
Could it be that I have been favored by the supreme Lord Sargeras? Could it be that today I will be promoted and make a fortune?
When he thought of this, in addition to the fear that filled his soul, Tichondrius's swaying heart felt an inexplicable joy...
But it still didn't dare to speak. It could only lie there in shame, waiting for the final judgment of the gods. It had already done everything it could do.
"This is the tool used by my former brother, Kazgoros, who is best at shaping the world... I have watched my ingenious brother use this stone hammer to shape the entire world bit by bit... countless times.
Worlds, countless worlds...ah, the past time is so nostalgic."
The voice of the Dark Titan echoed in the burning temple. The holy hammer brought by Tichondrius was lifted into the air by invisible force. It seemed to be played by the will of the Dark Titan. The holy hammer that extremely repels demons was in the air.
The light shined brightly, and the extremely pure Titan power stored in the stone hammer was activated. The blue halo covered the red light in the temple and enveloped the entire temple.
In the flash of blue light, the appearance of the tall figure standing at the end of the temple, holding a sword, was also slightly illuminated.
It was a terrifying giant with a height of 30 meters. His whole body seemed to be made of stone. He looked like a human body magnified countless times, but on his stone skin, there were cracks in the skin.
In the meantime, dark red magma flowed along the flames, giving the giant a sense of unreasonable anger.
On the head of this giant, he wears a full-covered battle helmet like black iron. On the top of the battle helmet, a crown-like symbol is outlined, and under the battle helmet, there is a pair of flame-like
Burning gem eyes, and a lifelike beard.
This giant was wearing rudimentary weapons, including greaves, gauntlets, several pieces of armor crossed on his chest, and simple shoulder pads. He looked like an invincible warrior who had stepped out of the barbaric era.
He was very silent, and his eyes were also looking at the stone hammer suspended in the air. In those angry eyes, there seemed to be emotions swaying, but they were sealed behind the appearance of anger.
He didn't seem to want to comment too much on it.
"May I have your name?"
The Dark Titan asked, and the voice was easily reminiscent of the black sun collapsing among the stars, the space tide that destroyed everything, and the endless star disasters. Under this questioning, Tichondrius's mind almost collapsed.
But it still replied in a harsh voice:
"Supreme Lord Sargeras, my name is..."
"No, I didn't ask you!"
Sargeras's voice sounded again, and at this moment, the Dread Lord's eyes became chaotic, as if a certain opening hidden in its soul was activated, and the other half of its soul that was perfectly integrated into Sargeras
Under the gaze of his will, he seized control of the body of the Dread Lord.
The next moment, the Dread Lord, who was trembling in the weak aura exuded by Sargeras, stood up like an old man with difficulty.
It is still the body of the devil, but after standing, it exudes a completely different temperament. The fearful demon king Tichondrius, who was full of fear just now, seems to become more confident at this moment. No, no, no, the body is still the same body, but
The inner soul has been replaced by another person.
It, no, should be called him.
It can be seen that when facing Sargeras, he was also full of fear, but his performance was much better than Tichondrius.
He leaned slightly towards the strongest star among the stars in front of him. This was a standard mage ritual, but it looked a bit funny when it came to the Dread Lord. He raised his head and looked at the halo shining like a dark green sun among the stars in front of him.
, he said in a deep voice:
"The great Dark Titan Lord Sargeras, my name is... Antonidas! I come from... Azeroth, and I humbly pay tribute to you on behalf of all the creatures in Azeroth!"
"Then you, weakling, why are you here?"
There was a hint of playfulness in the Dark Titan's voice. He was very busy. If he hadn't seen the tools used by his former brothers today, which evoked the Dark Titan's distant memories of the Pantheon, he would never have been able to care about this weird soul in front of him.
Too much time was wasted, but now, he was a little more interested in the human being hiding in the demon soul in front of him.
This should be a standard mage. When Sargeras once separated a trace of his soul and hid it in the soul of the astral mage Medivh, he had seen many such mage. Maybe this was the one he knew.
But what significance do mortals, no matter how famous they are, to the Dark Titan?
"Lord Sargeras, my companions and I have spent countless efforts. We put all our efforts into offering this tribute just so that I can represent the world I came from to make a... protest to you!"
"Protest? Interesting..."
Dark Titan said with great interest:
"The Burning Legion destroyed half of the stars, turning them into ashes wherever they went. And in this expedition that must be victorious, there is only one civilization that dares to protest against me. Weak people, you want to know, who is better than you?
What is the final outcome of a civilization that is countless times more powerful?"
"I have no intention of arguing with you, and I have no intention of asking you to let us go. Unlike my ignorant compatriots, I know clearly why you launched the Burning Crusade, and I also know clearly what is behind this devastating massacre.
What’s the meaning?”
Antonidas controlled Tichondrius's body and slowly half-knelt on the temple. He said in a deep voice:
"I'm here just to show you that killing everything is not the final solution to the problem. We just want to prove to you... The corruption of the stars by the void is not irreversible, and compared to demons, the void is only
We are the enemy of the stars. We just want to save our world and our civilization. We just want to provide another possibility for your battle against the void."
"If we fail, you can destroy us as before without any effort."
"But if we succeed, this will be another way of self-salvation for the stars threatened by the void... It will also be helpful to you and your endless war..."
The atmosphere in the temple became silent and calm at this moment, as if the Dark Titan was thinking. After more than ten seconds, the Dark Titan's voice sounded again:
"Weak man, your efforts and sacrifices to save your world are worthy of recognition, but since you know the meaning behind the Burning Crusade, you should also know that the existence of Elune is a decisive factor in the war between the real world and the void.
The most important weight... what she means to me is something you cannot understand, just like you cannot understand the meaning of the stars."
"In the face of such a major event, all your suggestions are meaningless... It is impossible for me to leave the power to decide the future of the stars to you."
"You have done your best, go back, enjoy the last time of peace, and then wait for death and destruction to come."
"Wow"
Tichondrius's head was raised at this moment. In the eyes of the devil, the soul belonging to Antonidas looked directly at the green sun in the sky without awe. He stood up and clenched his fists.
"Then, please allow us to challenge you and your legion! You will see..."
"Elune, who is protected by me and my fellow travelers, will one day appear among the stars...one day, she will challenge you! That is what Elune has been carrying since she was born.
Destiny! And we...we are the warriors and guardians of this destiny, even...even if we raise our swords to you! We will not hesitate!"
"Does it make sense?"
Dark Titan said with some disappointment:
"The gods challenged me, now they are gone."
"The stars once challenged me, but now they are dead."
"Destiny once challenged me. Now they can only hide here and there like mice."
"What does your challenge mean? What are your chances of winning?"
Facing this question, Antonidas lowered his head, and as his soul gradually disappeared, he said softly:
"Even the cold ashes still have the yearning for rekindling... This challenge represents that even if we die in battle, our existence will not be unknown. You can destroy us because you are strong enough, but
We can also raise our swords to resist...because one day, we will be as strong as you..."
"What Azeroth can say has been said. Next, let us talk with war and weapons..."
"Buzz"
The dazed Tichondrius regained its consciousness, and its thinking still stayed at the previous moment. It answered cautiously:
"Supreme Lord Sargeras, my name is Tichondrius, and I am under the command of Kasanatil, the first lord of the Nasrezim. We have found the holy artifacts left by the Titans in Azeroth. We believe that,
This relic will aid you in your great pursuit of the Titan Soul..."
"Great, it does help, you guys did a great job..."
The Dark Titan seemed to have lost interest in talking, and his gradually weaker voice echoed in the temple:
"Go ahead and do it, I will pay attention to you... From now on, all the power of the Legion will be..."
Countless desires have already surged in Tichondrius's eyes. The power and power that he and all the Dread Lords desire are right in front of them. They are just waiting for the Dark Titan to personally hand over the command of the legion to them. However, right now,
At this moment, a low and sinister voice sounded behind Tichondrius.
"All actions of Kasanatil are recorded here. I am honored. Lord Sargeras, my incompetent subordinates have not let you down this time. So, please continue to hand over this important task to me."
Me!"
Along with the sound of space shattering, the figure of Kil'jaeden the Deceiver appeared beside Tichondrius. This action of cutting off the beard made Tichondrius unable to help but stare at the Deceiver beside him with vicious eyes.
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Of course it knows what happened... That bitch Hasabel, she dared to betray the entire Nathrezim Terror Council... She is dead!
"Kil'jaeden, I have to say that after Archimonde's shameful failure, you have completely disappointed me, but this time, you did a very good job."
The voice of the Dark Titan became more and more ethereal, which meant that his will was leaving the Argus base camp, but even so, the two high-level demons standing on the edge of the platform did not dare to show the slightest disrespect. They stood there, humble.
Waiting for the Dark Titan's final order.
"But you still have your own mission... Let these Nasrezim do the collecting of the holy relics. You will supervise this operation."
"The main force of the legion will be handed over to you to command. You can mobilize all the legions in the 33 star regions. I have been waiting for too long. I am already a little impatient. Azeroth... Before I completely lose my patience,
Destroy it!"
The deceiver's expression became very ugly. Archimonde's unexpected death in battle had already told him how evil that world was. Even it could not completely destroy Azeroth's confidence in a short time. Therefore, the deceiver
The reporter said cautiously:
"Marton's frontline army suffered huge casualties due to Archimonde's mistake, so can we..."
Before Kil'jaeden finished speaking, the ethereal voice of the Dark Titan shook the deceiver's heart like a yellow bell at this moment, causing the great demon to kneel to the ground as if struck by lightning, and beside it
Tichondrius fell to the ground with his eyes white, not knowing whether he was alive or dead.
Facing the power of the Dark Titan, even these great demons who make mortals fearful...are really like ants.
"I don't want casualty figures!"
"I just want...Azeroth!"
"Agramar, my most trusted lieutenant, you come to supervise these fools! Even if this incompetent legion is destroyed, you will not hesitate! Azeroth must be destroyed!"
The Dark Titan's will completely dissipated at this moment, and the tall giant standing at the edge of the Burning Temple with a sword nodded slightly, and said in a deep voice with a voice as raw as the friction of stones:
