An exclamation rang out from Guardian Mimiron's Temple of the Spark of Wisdom. Brian Bronzebeard, who had just received the sealing rune from the mechanical dwarf, watched in stunned silence as the sealing console in front of the Temple of the Spark of Wisdom began to operate autonomously.
The dwarf looked around and shouted:
"I haven't pressed it yet! Why did it start by itself?"
"Someone has activated four seals externally! This high-level authority...is the guardian!"
As for Mimiron, who was sitting on his golden weapon platform, tapping away, the strange black eyebrows of this mechanical dwarf guardian also raised upwards. It pushed away the old dwarf standing in front of the console, and then used his own
Metal fingers were tapping rapidly on the mechanical console, but no matter what instructions Mimiron entered, they could not prevent the seal jointly set by the four guardians from being lifted.
"You two! Come here and help!"
The mechanical dwarf was a little anxious and angry. It turned its head and looked at Hesso and Mekkatorque behind it, who were extremely tired from solving complex and complicated engineering problems in a short time. It shouted loudly:
"Your weak wisdom is still somewhat useful now. Come here and follow my instructions to start forcibly breaking the seal..."
"Bang"
Before Mimiron finished speaking, a series of dazzling sparks erupted on the mechanical console at his hand. The rapidly rotating gear instruments inside the console also made an overwhelmed rattling sound, and there was an unpleasant smell.
Black smoke flowed out of the machine.
"This! This is impossible!"
The mechanical guardian grabbed its round metal head, and it let out a scream with a metallic synthesized sound. It slapped the console a little crazily, but no matter how it worked, the shutdown console could no longer respond.
It's up.
"What's going on? Ancestor Mimiron?"
The current Minister of Industrial Affairs of the Kingdom of Stormwind, the extremely smart dwarf Gelbin Mekkatorque, saw a clue from the forced shutdown console. He carefully asked behind Mimiron, a genuine dwarf ancestor:
"This looks like a forced lockout of high-level permissions... The unfamiliar permissions even temporarily deprived you of your guardian permissions. This seems a bit unlikely..."
"This is impossible! My foolish offspring!"
Mimiron shouted:
"I am a guardian made by the wisest Lord Norgannon. In theory, my authority should be the highest in the world of Azeroth. Wait... I understand... There is an existence with authority higher than
I am higher, she is the ultimate authority owner of this world..."
"The protoss Elune...has she regained consciousness?"
The mechanical guardian's machine eyes began to refresh the green data stream crazily. It looked like the mechanical creation was undergoing self-test and restart. After a moment, a low clicking sound sounded from Mimiron's mechanical body.
, the next moment, the mechanical guardian no longer focused on the console that could no longer be started. Instead, it picked up two wrenches from the side of the data table, threw one to Mekkatorque, and the other
Lost it to Goblin Blackso.
"Except for the two of you, everyone else, get out! The further away the better, what happens next is not something you can participate in!"
Mimiron's voice became cold at this moment, which was completely different from the thinking of the funny mechanical dwarf before. From this cold tone, other onlookers felt a trace of the majesty of this mechanical guardian, so they followed the shadow trace
Under the leadership of the masters, the others quickly left the Spark of Wisdom Temple.
The mechanical dwarf guardian quickly issued several commands to the intelligent center of the temple. With the sound of countless gears turning, two golden metal boxes were released from the underground and warehouses on the top of the temple. Mimiron held them in his hands.
Mekkatorque and Blackso of Wrench says:
"From now on, you are my assistants. Listen, I need you to assemble my Voltron as quickly as possible, and then I need you two to be the co-pilots of my war machine full of mechanical glory.
! Only when three drivers are present can it exert its most powerful attack power!"
"Wait, ancestor, wait!"
Mekkatorque was still a little confused. This extremely smart dwarf asked carefully:
"Ancestor, who is our enemy? You haven't told us this yet..."
"Who else could it be?"
Mimiron said impatiently:
"The ancient guardians who fell apart have begun to reorganize. My ancient and powerful brothers have returned. We have to start solving the bad problems that have been left for nearly a hundred thousand years. Who is the enemy? It's very simple...the enemy is Yogg-Sa.
Long!"
"No time is wasted! Let's start assembling the machine. Also, what will happen next today, you two, I'll keep it in my heart! Don't tell any life form with lower authority than the secondary guardian! Do you understand?"
"Rejoice, my descendant, you will be watching and participating in a... battle of gods!"
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"The seal has been activated!"
In the Life Greenhouse Temple, the life guardian Freya, who had just been beaten up by the demigods in a "violent" way, seemed to sense some kind of call at this moment. The tall guardian in green robes turned to look at the end of the life greenhouse.
In the pool in the center, something seemed to be activated under the originally calm water, causing pulsating waves to appear on the entire surface of the water.
"Hel me up!"
The weak guardian shouted to the talking demigods surrounding her:
"Hurry! Time is running out!"
"Mother, you should rest now!"
The wild boar demigod Agama said angrily to Freya:
"You are very weak. Whatever you want to do, we can help you do it."
"No, my children, you do not understand."
Freya stretched out her hand and put it on the shoulder of the bear-man Ursol. The tall bear-man gently helped her mother. Freya stood up. The beauty-loving guardian of life staggered to her feet. She looked at
The children around her who cared about her, who were raised by her in ancient times, were like a truly gentle mother. She said to the demigods:
"I felt the call. After tens of thousands of years, the leader of the guardians has returned. He is calling his compatriots. We have wasted too much time, and we have failed the world too many times. This time,
Can’t miss it again.”
"Then we will go with you!"
The wolf spirit Goldrinn let out a deep howl and shouted:
"We have lost you once, and we don't want to experience it a second time. We will become your guards, your weapons, and your best warriors... We ask you, let us follow you!"
"Ah, my children."
Freya smiled, she stretched out her hand, gently stroked Goldrinn's beautiful silver fur, and said softly:
"I feel your thoughts, but unfortunately, this is my mission, and I can't involve you in it. Don't worry, I finally found my children, and I won't give up on you so easily."
"But if you really want to help, then I have a slightly extravagant request, my children."
The weak Freya had a premonition that a war was about to begin, and she must assume the responsibility and mission of the guardian, but she was too weak now. She was a little embarrassed and said to the wilderness demigods in front of her:
"My children, lend me your strength...and then, right here, bless my triumphant return."
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"The horn of winter has sounded, and I must answer it!"
In the Winter Temple, the Frost God Hodir was surrounded by two fire masters and a fire elemental lord summoned by a great shaman. This terrifying frost giant warrior was covered in ice armor.
Suddenly he stopped waving the icy warhammer in his hand, creating endless avalanches, as if he had suddenly regained his consciousness.
He looked at the attacker in front of him, raised his hands, and took a step back slightly. This action caused the attacking Sun King and Dragon Mage to stop chanting the Flame Forbidden Curse at the same time, and the tauren great shaman Muen.Wrath of the Earth also stopped it.
The attack of the fire element lord he summoned, under the watchful eyes of the three parties, this very durable and extremely powerful Frost God looked at the temple that had been frozen for tens of thousands of years in confusion, and he sighed.
:
"Ah, time has passed for too long...I have wasted too much of my destiny..."
"Everything here belongs to you."
Hodir said a word, then turned around and touched the wall at the other end of the temple with his finger. As the ice melted, a hole in the wall slowly rose up at this moment.
The silent frost giant of Frost ignored the calls of the archmages behind him. He took a step forward, and then disappeared into the Winter Temple under the surge of power from the guardian.
"Thank you, mortal warriors..."
The last voice left by Hodir echoed in the ears of Ronin and Kael'thas, leaving the archmages who had already prepared for a hard fight confused. However, victory is a matter of great joy after all, and it is accompanied by
With Hodir's departure, all the restrictions on this winter temple seemed to have disappeared, and the ice holy objects sealed in the temple were also exposed to everyone's eyes.
"Then...half for each person?"
Luo Ning looked back at the Sun King. The handsome Kael'thas touched his perfectly groomed beard. He glanced at the tauren great shaman not far away and whispered:
"No, one third per person... I just want the magic scroll, and those holy objects are yours."
Not to mention the waves of chaos caused in the inner sanctum and the front hall because the seal was broken, the darkness at the bottom of Ulduar appeared between the falling snow and the drifting cold wind, the frost god Hodir.
When he entered the crypt, he saw the rumbling, huge, golden Voltron that was like a world-destroying machine undergoing its final test.
Obviously, his brother, the mechanical guardian Mimiron, has also awakened and is ready for the final battle.
"Ah, sorry, I'm late."
Behind Hodir, amid the floating green fluorescence, Freya, the guardian of life who had fully recovered her strength, also walked into the dark crypt with elegant steps. This sensual giantess looked at her awakening
Hodir, and Mimiron's weird machinery, she recalled the scene where the guardians once gathered together happily, and she let out a slightly dejected sigh.
"Everyone is still here...except Tyr, except...Loken..."
"Don't mention that disgusting name here!"
A voice like the thunder of a storm came out of the shadows directly in front of the crypt. Storm Guardian Thorim, who was wrapped in blue thunder and lightning, was holding his war hammer Umir in one hand and holding a stick made of Nordasi, the world tree.
He waved his hand and threw the staff into Freya's hand.
The Storm Guardian swung his war hammer, and the beating thunder light illuminated the entire crypt.
"You cannot go into battle without weapons, my sister."
Thorim nodded slightly to Freya, and then looked at Hodir. The two guardians had broken up because of Loken's conspiracy back then, and the relationship between the two parties was very bad. When Thorim looked at Hodir, Hodir
Dill was also staring at him, and his eyes were definitely not friendly.
"Big man, we'll talk about those things between you and me later."
Thorim whispered:
"Rai is already at war with Yogg-Saron, and he needs our help! Now, follow me, and let's... go to the battlefield!"
"Rumble"
The moment Thorim finished speaking, the propeller of the mighty and powerful Vajra God of War, which resembled Mimiron's metal head, began to rotate rapidly, and the eyes of this strange aircraft also lit up with blue light.
The mechanical guardian Mimiron sitting on the air command platform seemed to have regained his funny character. He pushed the joystick in his hand downwards hard. Amidst the roar of the three Titan engines, the mechanical dwarf's
Screams also sounded from Voltron's body and the lowest carrying platform.
"Gelbin! Hesso! Are you ready?"
"receive!"
"This thing is so cool!"
Two voices sounded at the same time, causing Mimiron to laugh wildly, and the mechanical dwarf screamed:
"Very good! Now, let me form the head!"
"Kaka"
With the matching of the gears, the flying platform that resembled the head of a mechanical dwarf landed on top of Voltron, and the full version of the war machine was fully activated. Amidst the flames of the war machine's two-hand jets and the explosion of thunder and lightning, the three little men
The screams were surprisingly consistent at this moment:
"Let's kill everyone!"
And just after the guardian's final support came in, the great lord who had set off a death hell like thousands of ghosts crying in the seal waved his long sword and easily cut off the flesh and blood tentacles whizzing in front of him. His ice blue
