At this moment, several Titan Souls in the hall could not help but change their colors.
If these mortals weren't so fierce and could reach the core of Sargeras' lair in one fell swoop, they would even be in a coma.
Even if countless years have passed, they can know by their breath that most of these are the descendants of their own creations.
Originally, with the control power coming from deep within their DNA, the Titans were very confident in controlling these mortals, but now they are a little unsure.
A being who also possesses the power of a Titan is monitoring the sky above his head. It is written as temptation and read as threat. What kind of solicitation is this? This is the Ai Xing version of the Sword of Damocles hanging over his head!
The Titans would definitely not be willing to give in.
It's like you are a leader on the earth. You were accidentally beaten unconscious by a gang of two or five men and locked up in a small dark room. When you woke up, your sweeping robot became a spirit and gave birth to a mutated version of the little robot.
Are you willing to sell your family property to an eighteenth-generation robot descendant of a sweeping robot?
Yes, it is important for the Titans to deal with the traitor Sargeras, but how much power should be given to these mortals to fight against Sargeras' backhand left here is a science.
In normal operation, Aman'Thul gives mortals just enough power to kill the two fallen titans behind them, which is ideal. Even if mortals die together with the two fallen titans, that is not unacceptable. Anyway, the titans can run away, as long as
Returning to the Pantheon and regaining power is the victory of the Titans.
Now that Duke, who feels that the power fluctuation is at the Titan level, comes out and intervenes, the situation is completely different.
Previously, there were only Titans, and it was called a seller's market. Although the lives of the Titans were more or less in the hands of mortals, most of the Titans tried to bewitch the descendants of their own creations. After all, some secret hands were really imprinted in the DNA.
With so many Titan creations still following the Titan's orders thousands of years later, who dares to say that there is no backup plan for the mutated humans and dwarves of Azeroth?
Now it is considered a bidding war between two parties. Although McDonald's has not shown any intention of 'disobeying his ancestors', for some people, their existence is a deterrent.
After being tricked by Mr. Sa, Aman'Thul has regretted not a day in the past ten thousand years. He has PTSD from this thing like Er Wu Zai.
"Hmph! My greatest masterpiece! You don't need to listen to the slander of outsiders. What outsiders can give you, our Pantheon can still give you. Release our souls, and we will give you the power to fight against the fallen Titan!" Aman'Thul said.
Like Hong Zhong, every word in his words is full of temptation. Many heroes feel that their instincts hidden deep in their DNA are almost overwhelmed by the pressure.
If McDonald's hadn't been at the forefront, they would have almost agreed on the spot.
On the surface, McDonald was shocked, but in reality he was unmoved.
He bowed again: "The power of the fallen is so terrifying! Even Sargeras admires it. Great Lord of the Gods! This is not the time to be stingy with power. Please temporarily lend us the power that can overwhelm the fallen.
We will fight to the death against the fallen for all of you!"
McDonald's speech was full of greatness and righteousness.
If this thief hadn't first released Aman'Thul's souls, maybe everyone would have believed it.
His words could at most deceive King Wa, who is so passionate and straight-tempered. Which of the heroes present is not the lord of a country, the head of a clan, or someone with an exquisite heart of seven orifices who has lived for countless years?
If you see through it but don't tell it, no one needs to undermine McDonald's.
The key is that according to Titan standards, they are at most affiliated with the Azeroth Star Soul, which is the legendary eighth Titan. With the support of their eldest sister, they are worthy of Aman'Thul!
The mortals reached an agreement without speaking. There were bidders outside, and two fallen titans were eyeing the bid. How could Aman'Thul dare to object.
Of course, you still have to have the strength to appear to be the father of the gods.
His sonorous voice was full of passion and affirmation: "You are right. Mortal! Tell me your name. As the great benefactor of the Pantheon, you deserve to be granted this power!"
They all rushed to the streets and burrowed into the ground. If the Titans wanted to show off, opening and shutting up would be a 'gift'!
"I am McDonald's Stratholme, leader of the Alliance of Azeroth!"
McDonald was more straightforward at this time. He raised his hands, and the lightning on the two artifacts bloomed. The lightning suddenly defeated the evil claws that blessed the Titan's soul.
Although this restraint device has imprisoned the souls of the Titans for more than ten thousand years, it actually attracts the evil energy of the planet and forcibly binds their souls.
The device itself is not very strong, the ones that are strong are the destroyers!
"Ah" the Titans made a sound of comfort at the same time. It was the comfort of blowing the air conditioner and eating popsicles in the midsummer of July...
The entire hall shook like a mountain falling apart, and dust fell from time to time from the top of the hall.
The feeling that the Great Xia is about to fall is quite unpleasant, and many heroes even have the idea of escaping from here.
Fortunately, the shocking scene only lasted three seconds.
The next moment, even after shrinking, they were still huge shadows suspended in the air.
Just by visual inspection, they are over fifty meters tall.
Fortunately, this was just an illusion of their souls. In the first second after they were freed, their souls had already flown away from this hellish prison at high speed and headed towards their mobile pantheon (actually a giant cosmic ship) hidden in the cracks in distant space.
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Among the Titans, the one in the middle is naturally the father of the gods, Aman'Thul, who is dressed in blue robes and has a white beard that reaches his navel.
To his right is Eonar, the Life-Binder with bronze skin and cool clothes.
And to his left was their son, the heavily armored King of the Heavens and Raging Waves, Gorganes.
Further outside, there is Kaz'goroth, the shaper and builder of the world, dressed as a craftsman, and Norgannon, the white-bearded giant god and guardian of magic and knowledge, also wearing a robe.
Being stared at with far-reaching gazes by five such huge Titans, who were also my ancestors, it was a lie that I wasn't feeling too much pressure.
For a moment, McDonald's thought he had failed to rip off the money.
Aman'Thul seemed to have reached a consensus with the other four Titans just at that moment.
He first raised his head, stared across the void at Duke in outer space, and then locked his gaze on McDonald.
"McDonald'Kan! My highest masterpiece! You... did a great job! This is the power you deserve." After saying that, Aman'Thul pointed at McDonald'Kan and the heroes behind him.
The soft blue light flashed away, and immediately, a sudden movement occurred in the hearts of every hero...
