"I have always been curious. The power of your command can clearly wipe out the entire Storm Cliff very easily. I have personally seen the undead warriors of your command. It is no exaggeration to say that armed with those weird weapons, they are no better than they were back then.
The Titan soldiers who defeated the Dark Empire were even weaker."
Len followed Tyrion and walked in the castle of the dead world. Titan creations are not life in the traditional sense. Their unique life form allows them to freely enter and leave the dead world with permission, and they will not
Infected by the power of the Death World, the Death World wilderness has been a temporary stronghold for these guardians in recent times.
"There is obviously a simpler way to solve all this, so why do we let those flesh and blood mortals make sacrifices to get an ending that is not perfect?"
Lai asked:
"Is this kind of sacrifice also part of your plan?"
When faced with the question of the Great Guardian, the Great Lord did not hide his thoughts. He said frankly:
"Yes, according to the estimates of the War Council, I may only need to dispatch 5 battle groups to completely occupy Ulduar, defeat your chaotic compatriots, and deal with the threat of Yogg-Saron, but the problem
The question is, why should I do this?"
The great lord, who had regained his senses in the world of death, yawned and said lazily:
"Humans, elves, dwarves, and all civilized flesh-and-blood creatures are part of this world. They enjoy the gifts given to them by this world, so when the world needs them, they must make sacrifices for it. This is
A great sacrifice, and I have no reason to reject this greatness."
"What's more, I'm just the person planning the world order. I'm not their nanny. I don't have to help them solve any troubles. In other words, I will watch them enter the battlefield and evaluate their performance, just like
It's a game. Only when the score is high enough and reaches a certain limit, will I help them solve the troubles they can't solve, just like in Silithus!"
"You understand? Len, this is the right way to raise children."
The great lord talked eloquently:
"Give them a goal, encourage them to work hard to achieve that goal, and then give them rewards to continuously cultivate their ability to solve problems independently. Until in the end, they can solve problems by themselves without me taking action. By this time, this
The child is truly an adult and can live his or her own life out of the cradle."
"So, you consider them your children?"
The great guardian looked at the great lord with a strange look:
"Do you regard all civilizations in the world as your own children? Is my understanding of you too shallow, or did your description make me misunderstand? Is this really what you think?"
"Look, I'm actually not that great."
The great lord smiled and said to Lai:
"Don't always praise me like that, I'll be embarrassed... What do I think of those civilizations? No, I don't think of them as children, I think of them as warriors... You can think of the war at Storm Peaks as
A "rehearsal". They must unite to defeat those things they cannot defeat. This is necessary. When the final battle comes, I don't want to see me taking my soldiers to the battlefield and having to separate them.
Use your energy to help those idiots who can’t even save themselves!”
"Of course, theoretically speaking, such a weak civilization will not survive until the final battle... My eyes have been examining those civilizations. You see, after two consecutive disciplinary wars, even the unruly
The untamed centaurs have all learned to lower their posture and integrate into the order of world civilization, which fully proves that my method of doing things is correct!"
Tyrion proudly handed a special large wine glass to Len, then stretched out his hand to pour the wine for him. He said softly with a calm face:
"They thought I was destroying them, but they didn't know that I was actually saving them...and they must learn to fight for themselves."
"Oh? This is the first time I have heard of such a rescue method. Even in Titan's database, there is no such record."
Lai tasted the strange-tasting liquid in his hand and looked at Tyrion with interest:
"So, your "rescue" is always successful? Isn't there anyone who disobeys?"
"Of course!"
The great lord leaned on his chair and said casually:
"The world is so big, there are always some races that don't understand their status clearly. They think that because they have some power, they need to be respected by other races, and they take this respect as a matter of course... I'm talking about Naga, those rats living in the deep sea.
, God, I have killed almost 1 million of their people, but they are still stubborn and unwilling to communicate with the outside world."
"But it doesn't matter!"
Tyrion shrugged and showed a gentle smile to Len:
"My best "teacher", Mr. Dai Lin, is ready to give them the "third lesson". I believe that this lesson will be very successful!"
The great lord raised his glass to Lai, who also imitated his example and raised his glass. Amidst the crisp sound of the glasses clinking, the great lord softly gave a perfect summary of the conversation:
"The heroes in the coalition swore that they would never become warriors under Tyrion, and they would never fight for the great lord..."
"But look, don't they have a very happy life now as "soldiers" on the battlefield?"
"So, ignorance is actually a blessing..."
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In the outer hall of the Lightning Hall at this time, Muradin, Tyrande and the orc warlord Garrosh stood nervously outside the Titan's gate. They made sacrifices and cleared the entire Lightning Hall, but faced Loken
, the guardian Elonnaya who stood on their side did not allow them to enter the final battlefield.
Of course, this is to protect these mortal heroes.
They were already very tired after the continuous battles. Letting them face the guardian now would be like committing suicide. Therefore, Elonnaya took on the responsibility of fighting Loken, and she had every reason to do so.
But the mortal heroes waiting outside, waiting for the final result, did not know that Elonaya did not face many challenges on the final battlefield. The only thing that made her feel more difficult was that her companions
Loken's head was so smashed that it was a big challenge for her to put the thing back together.
She is not an ingenious guardian, so this work took her a long time, but the beating sounds when splicing the fragments made the mortals waiting outside the hall feel frightened. Maybe, then
It was the sound of the fierce battle between the gods.
Of course Elonnaya knows who killed Loken, but she will not tell this secret to mortals. During the last meeting, Azadas's reminder was very necessary. Mortals simply face the power of the ancient gods.
Unable to resist, the information in their minds cannot be concealed from the Ancient God. Once Yogg-Saron knows that there are other guardians watching the Storm Cliffs, the cunning Ancient God will immediately begin to destroy the body of the Forge of Will.
That was a result Elonaya could not accept, so she had to conceal this secret until the coalition forces broke through Ulduar's defenses, and until her brothers hiding in the dark properly protected the last line of defense of the World Forge,
This is not to deceive those mortal heroes who deserve admiration, but to protect them...
It took Elonnaya a long time to put Loken's broken head back together. She looked at her work, and then nodded with satisfaction. She stood up, picked up her rock sword, and then stretched out her left arm.
, tilted his head, raised his sword and slashed hard on his arm, pretending to be injured after a big battle.
"哐"
The tightly locked door of the inner hall was opened amidst bursts of gears and lightning, and Elonaya staggered out of the inner hall with difficulty. The giantess's body was full of traces of battle, and her rock body
It even cracked, and the horrific scars reminded several mortal heroes of the fierce battle between her and the betrayer Loken.
In the hands of the giantess, she was holding a rock head. The cheek was in pieces, as if it had been smashed. And on the face of the rock, you could vaguely see the majestic face of the rebellious guardian of wisdom.
Face.
"He's dead..."
Elonaya whispered:
"With your selfless help, mortal heroes, Loken the Betrayer died... You are true legends."
As she spoke, amid the deafening cheers of the exhausted soldiers, the giantess handed the rock head in her hand to the three mortal commanders in front of her, and she said softly:
"This is your booty. Without you, I wouldn't have been able to accomplish all this. Now it belongs to you... Go ahead and place it in your city as a necessary means to inspire the world...
Of course, there are many things in Loken's treasure house that I can't use, and they all belong to you. That is the reward and glory you deserve."
Elonnaia placed the huge rock head in front of the three people. Tyrande could feel the Titan's power lingering on the rock head, and Elune's voice of approval also sounded in her mind, which made Kuzhan a
Now, the Dark Moon God of War who killed the Iron Vrykul general couldn't help but close her eyes and pray. She knew the identity of the owner of the head in front of her. According to mortal mythology, today, they killed a god...
.
What a shocking story.
Compared with Tyrande's low profile, the orc warlord Garrosh, who is still wearing a bandage on his face, appears to be much more active. His left hand is hung around his neck by a bleeding bandage. This is the difficult enemy he was attacking just now.
He was injured while fighting the elements, but at this time, the pain could no longer affect Garrosh's heightened emotions. He stretched out his right hand and tried to touch Loken's head, but before he could touch the rock, he was struck by a burst of lightning.
Hit on the wrist.
Even after death, the Titan Guardian's body is filled with tremendous power, seeming to represent the Guardian's majesty and not to be desecrated by mortals.
"Aha! We killed a god!"
Garrosh shook off his sore wrist, turned around and beat his brother Dranosh hard on the chest, and shouted to the orc soldiers behind him:
"Brothers! Today, we are all Godslayers! When Loken's head hangs on the gate of Orgrimmar, all the orcs will sing our legend!"
"We win! Brothers!"
"We have defeated the gods! Rejoice!"
Garrosh's shout made those human warriors who had always disliked orcs couldn't help but cheer. After all, to be able to step onto the battlefield and come here, witness the fall of the fallen god, and personally participate in it, for
For a warrior, is there any greater legend than this?
Not to mention, after returning home after the war, heroes like them will definitely be awarded various honorary titles by the kingdom and the church, and will also receive many rewards. Basically, they will have no worries about food and clothing for the rest of their lives, and even their children and grandchildren will be able to sleep.
Live a good life based on your credit! Isn't that why they came to the barren mountains and wilderness of the Arctic to work hard for this? Who would refuse such a good thing?
No one!
The dwarves also fulfilled their promise. On this night, in the lightning hall that was as brilliant as a miracle, the dwarves distributed the strong wine. Everyone sat in this sacred place, drank the wine, sang loudly, and let this
The majestic palace also became gentle.
Soon, the news of Loken's fall was also transmitted back to the headquarters of Snowflow Plain, and there was another burst of celebration. The news of victory seemed to have wings and was quickly delivered to the hands of various forces. So soon,
The whole world knows that mortals...faced the gods for the first time in history, and...won!
This is a victory for all mortals in Azeroth. This is a day worth remembering!
Of course, for the leaders, they still have many things to consider. Now that the Hall of Rock and the Hall of Lightning have fallen into their hands, it is time to try to open the door to Ulduar!
It's time to invade the Titan City and discover the ultimate secret of this world!
But now, let the tired soldiers have a good rest and savor the wonderful taste of victory!
