The constant swaying sound on the ground made the deepest caves in Ulduar reverberate with deep sounds. In the dark caves, which were only separated by a wall from Yogg-Saron's final seal, the blood-soaked appearance before was long gone.
It has been cleaned up by the hard-working Dark Blade Knights.
Every well-armed knight here knows very well that his boss is a person who likes to be clean. He hates a messy battlefield, which will make him feel bad. However, in the current Azeroth, there is no lunatic.
I would like to see the boss in a bad mood...that is a situation that must be avoided, especially at this moment.
The most trusted death lords are guarding the perimeter to ensure that no one will break into this area that has been completely under martial law. Tyrion is sitting on the blue throne that he created with death energy, until this moment.
, the big lord is still busy with some official matters. He is holding a plan with only a code name and no name in his hand. He is flipping through the pages. This is an operation planned by the Dark Blade Intelligence Agency. The big lord just
He mentioned the goal but didn't get involved at all.
And on the one-legged table made of ice in his hand, there were several other plans placed on it.
Therefore, being a leader is never a simple position. Even before he is about to lift the knife and start the operation, he must first handle the work at hand.
On the other side of the High Lord's throne, deeper in the crypt, the Great Guardian Rai was having a "war with Vezax, the last Krasis general loyal to Yogg-Saron."
Friendly” “conversation”.
The two sides were very immersed in the conversation, the conversation was bloody, the flesh and bones were flying, the conversation was devastating, and the conversation was horrific...
Twenty-five thousand years ago, it was the two brothers of Vezax who, under the dark orders of Yogg-Saron, killed Tyr, the brother of Rai, in Tirisfal Glades. That is what is currently known.
The only Guardian who died heroically in battle, this news made the awakened Rai extremely painful. The unbearable self-blame turned into uncontrollable anger and absolute murderous intent in the dark crypt.
Rai is not a person who likes to use weapons to resolve disputes. He is completely different from his brother, the warlike Odin, but he is such a rational guardian. After getting angry, he shows fighting power and indifferent slaughter and blows.
, it’s really eye-opening... As for General Vezax, who would feel sad for his death?
Not even its master, Yogg-Saron, would. The final outcome of the dark and corrupt creature was so miserable...even if it died, no one would miss it. Of course, considering the unique life form of Krasis, even if
It will take a lot of effort to completely destroy the Great Guardian Lai who is really ruthless, but it doesn't matter, this is what Lai wants to do.
Only in the midst of the ugly creature's flesh and blood flying in front of him, and in its screams, can the Great Guardian feel that his overwhelmed soul can relax a little bit... He is not a vicious soul.
, he does not take pleasure in cruelty, but now, he is willing to extend this execution, not to torture his opponent, but to make Krasis in front of him a whetstone, sharpening Rai's edge even sharper.
Until...face Yogg-Saron!
Then he vented all the pain, all the anger, all the confusion... all in his heart!
However, anything, whether it is happiness or pain, is a process, and where there is a process, there is a result, where there is a beginning, there is an end. After screaming for nearly 30 minutes, the dark creature that does all evil finally ushered in
The final relief... Rai cut off its neck with a "merciful" sword, and then lifted the ugly head with the bloody spine from the body of Krasis.
The white spine dragged on the ground, making a low collision sound as Lai walked, and also pulled out a green trace filled with corrosive liquid...it looked particularly weird.
Rai shrunk his body. He held the skull that was also shrunk and moved his metal fingers. He looked at the great lord who was leaning on the throne and flipping through complicated documents. At this moment, the great guardian looked towards
The big lord's eyes became very complicated.
"I... plan to give it to you."
Lai said softly:
"This is a trophy. In the memory left to us by the Titans, giving away trophies is a way of showing kindness, because without you, all this... new goals, new missions, satisfying revenge and responsibility.
True fulfillment cannot be achieved... I thank you, Tyrion, and all my brothers will thank you."
The high lord glanced at the skull belonging to Krasis in Lei's hand, and he shook his head:
"Thank you, I understand. You can keep this thing for yourself...it doesn't really fit with my and my wife's aesthetics. If I hang this thing in the bedroom, the child will be scared and unable to sleep.
"
The big lord's answer made the big guardian Lai, who was filled with complicated emotions, feel embarrassed. However, considering that the big lord might be telling the truth, Lai didn't show any anger. He grabbed it with his left hand.
, a dark green steel sword wrapped with lightning appeared in his hand.
He pressed the skull in his hand on the hilt of the sword in a rough manner, and was swallowed by the scorching flames of the lightning. Soon, the skull of Krasis was "printed" on the sword, and
As the power of the shaper surged, it became a unique decoration of this broad-bladed sword. The slender white spine ran along the center of the sword body, adding a touch of domineeringness to the already ferocious blade.
"Well, he looks a bit like a warrior."
The great lord watched this scene. He supported his chin with his left hand and commented softly:
"That's it, let your anger flow, let your extraordinary power be used for you, let that lofty goal become your motivation, and then simply kill everything in your way... In this way, you are already qualified to compete with
I’m going with you.”
"Then my brother Odin must fit your image of a warrior."
Lai waved the battle sword in his hand, and amid the roaring wind with thunder and lightning, he said softly:
"He is the best warrior among us, and some of his ideas are very similar to yours. After solving the troubles in Ulduar, maybe we should release him from that long imprisonment, and he will also do something for us.
He will not refuse if we contribute our strength to our just cause."
"Odin?"
Upon hearing this name, a trace of sarcasm flashed across the great lord's face, and he shook his head:
"No, he is not suitable. He is just a tyrant, a warrior on the surface. I don't trust him. I will use my own way to... transform him."
"Um?"
Lai's eyes blinked and he asked:
"Why do you think this way?"
"Because I can't trust a monster who can twist his adopted daughter with his own hands!"
The high lord picked up the document again without any fuss, leaned on the throne, and answered softly:
"What kind of father would do such a crazy thing? If he has no feelings for his own relatives, how much can I expect him to love the world and his future comrades? Do you understand? Lai, I
I am indeed a villain in the traditional sense, but I also have my own bottom line...and your brother Odin, he...doesn't have any!"
"I thought the relationship between you and Hela was hostile."
Len was silent for a moment, then asked:
"Will you pity her too?"
This question made the great lord pause in flipping through the documents. He looked at the magical image of the Broken Islands and the entrance to Hades attached to the document in front of him, and he whispered:
"This has nothing to do with mercy. Apart from the appearance of a crazy woman and the dangerous power she possesses, Hela is just a poor woman who was destroyed by the father she admired and was forced to serve a great goal.
Make sacrifices... Haha, sometimes I really feel that you guardians are like a group of heartless monsters!"
"And Odin is the most monster-like among you..."
"Then what will you do with him?"
There was a hint of solemnity in Lai's voice:
"Odin's power is even stronger than mine. I don't want to see the power of jointly guarding Elune weakened by internal fighting, so if possible, you may allow me to go and fight with him first...
"
"No!"
Before Lai finished speaking, he was flatly rejected by the Great Lord. He raised his wrist, looked at the time on the mechanical watch, and then looked up at the swaying strata above. Without even looking at the Great Guardian, he said:
"I'm trying to find a way to deal with it that satisfies everyone, but there is absolutely no way of sending people to sue for peace... Odin and the Hall of Valor are not worthy of me sending envoys, it's the work of mortals
We are about to reach the end, tell Thorim that we can start preparing to lift the seal."
"It's time to have a good chat with Lord Yogg-Saron."
The great lord put down the document, and a trace of joy flashed in his ice-blue eyes:
"I believe that His Excellency Yogg-Saron must have been impatient to wait because of the immense expectations."
Seeing that the great lord seemed unwilling to discuss the issue of Odin and Hela too much, the great guardian Lai knew that there must have been a way to deal with it in the great lord's mind. After a moment of thinking, he decided
I don’t want to get involved, because what Tyrion said seems to make some sense.
Len once met Hela. At that time, Hela was still a well-behaved, courageous and glorious sea witch. She was the most spiritual second generation among Titan creations. But now, Hela has become the terrifying Queen of Hades.
, the cruelty of what happened must have exceeded the imagination of the Great Guardian.
Moreover, he is very familiar with the character of his brother Odin. He is not a guardian who is willing to be inferior to others. But now it seems that, at least in terms of saving the world, what Tyrion has already done is far behind.
Beyond Odin's plan, the most important thing is that Elune trusts Tyrion, not Odin.
"Yes, Yogg-Saron is indeed impatient to wait."
Lai glanced at the cell door that was sealed by four layers of seals. He leaned on the bone sword and whispered:
"In the past 45 minutes, it has been trying to break through the protective seal placed by my brothers on the core of the Forge of Will. It has tried a full 175 times, but fortunately these amazing mortal warriors have won enough for us.
From the planning time, it can be seen that this ancient evil thing is scared, like a wild dog that has been cornered... Hehe, this is really rare."
"Ah, my friend Rai."
The great lord stood up, and the throne behind him quickly dissipated into pure death energy and reintegrated into his body. He moved his arms, turned his head, and said to Lai with a smile:
"Don't belittle our opponent like that. It's rude, although I also think it's afraid... It really should be afraid, right?"
"Now that I'm talking about this, I can't help but ask."
Rai asked as he and the great lord moved forward towards the door whose seal had begun to dissolve:
"I have seen C'Thun's soul in the cage of the dead world. I don't think you can't feel its changes... That cunning ancient god is actually not as "weak" as it looks. I
Guess, if you just let it go, you are probably planning something? Right?"
"Ah, you are really...well, a great clever guy."
The high lord's two wrists swung outwards, and the dark and heavy Ashbringer appeared in his left hand, while the hazy and cold Apocalypse, or Deathbringer, appeared in his right hand. He felt the weapon that he had not held for a long time.
With a heavy weight, a layer of cold death power slowly covered the great lord's body.
Amidst the surge of blue mist, a set of dark dragon armor shining with the aura of death appeared on the body of the great lord, and above his head, a cold frost crown was suspended in the gray-white
On long hair.
He said in a deep voice:
"Yes, the former C'Thun, the current Yogg-Saron, and the future N'Zoth have their own destiny, and that destiny will be weaved by me personally. I am very curious... The fallen
Titans, will they still hate the void as much as before?"
"They will also become my weapons, my soldiers, and my vanguard...Whether they want it or not, this is their destiny in the future!"
After saying that, the four ancient god seals shining in front of the great lord suddenly dissipated like floating light at this moment, and Tyrion took a step forward and kicked the sealing stone door in front of him. On the black, carved
The moment the combat boots with dark red thorns and skull patterns came into contact with the sealed door, it was like a large-yield bomb exploding on the stone door.
"哐"
The flying stones roared and flew away towards the space inside the seal, and the great lord holding the double blade of darkness stepped into the cage that had been sealed in dust for hundreds of thousands of years, as if he was saying hello
.
"Yog-Saron...your good friend Elune asked me to say hello."
