Seeing Thrall reaching out to grab his beloved children, Ronin let out a cry of pain, but his spirit was still very concentrated, and he steadily controlled Dalaran's defensive circle with one hand.
Loken's voice was cold and ruthless: "Luo Ning, you overestimate yourself. You are just Thrall's dog. Does he care about your feelings?"
Luo Ning bit her lip hard, her expression constantly struggling.
In Ronin's magical vision, Thrall opened his bloody mouth, stuck out his tongue, and licked the young boy's face. The orc's tongue had sharp barbs. The young child's delicate skin was covered with blood marks, and he let out a pitiful cry.
Cries.
Luo Ning lowered his head, not daring to look at that scene, sweat dripping down his face in large drops.
Loken had no expression on his face and whispered:
"Luoning, as long as you rush back to the Violet Castle, it's still not too late. You know that all I need is Sif's soul and Thrall's life. I won't hurt innocent people."
Luo Ning bit his lip and drew blood, and something gradually faded in his eyes.
In the magical vision, Eitrigg approached Thrall, took out some sauce, and carefully applied it to Ronin's young sons. Vol'jin commented on the side:
"With the characteristics of a high elf, this should be Luo Ning's child. Luo Ning's magic talent is very good. His child must be extraordinary and a complete tonic."
Sal looked ferocious and said with a satisfied smile: "It's very good. I want to taste this rare delicacy carefully."
"Hehe, hahahaha!"
A black mist emerged from Luo Ning's eyes, the whites of his eyes gradually turned black, his face was distorted, and he murmured:
"In order to save Azeroth, countless people have made sacrifices. My sacrifice is nothing. Loken, I will not give up. In order to save the great savior Thrall, and for Azeroth, I am willing
Give it all, my faith is so strong that you can’t defeat me.”
Powerful magic power surged from Luo Ning's body, which was a bit more powerful than usual.
In the magical field of vision, Thrall opened his bloody mouth, biting off the head regardless of the cry of his young son, chewing it with big mouthfuls, and blood dripped from it.
Luo Ning's dark eyes showed a crazy look, as if he didn't care about anything, and he yelled:
"Lorken, don't even think about defeating me. I will never give up, for the sake of Azeroth."
Loken sighed and looked at Luo Ning unbearably.
With a burst of tiny light flashing, the Violet Castle returned to calm.
Luo Ning's two young sons fell asleep safely under the care of the maid. The maid hummed a lullaby in a low voice and never left the villa.
In the hall of Violet Castle, Thrall paced back and forth anxiously, occasionally yelling, while many tribal leaders looked sad and discussed countermeasures in low voices.
Everything is like a bubble, like a dream.
Luo Ning looked at this scene in surprise, his dark eyeballs gradually returning to their original state, but deep in his heart, something became unstable.
There is no joy at all, only a deep sense of loss.
Luo Ning wished that what just happened was real and not a test.
"You failed, Luo Ning. In the deepest part of human nature, there is the most terrifying devil. Family, friendship, love, responsibility and all other beautiful things are the cages that hold the devil. Just now, you released the devil.
, the cage is no longer stable.”
"What have I done?" Luo Ning looked at his hands, and then blamed himself: "I should have thought that what just happened could not happen."
Loken shattered Ronin's last glimmer of hope:
"You are wrong, Luo Ning. If I had used the power of the ancient gods to confuse your maid instead of laboriously weaving an illusion, that scene was destined to happen, and my calculation would not be wrong. It is a pity that I released the devil in my heart.
It’s not just you.”
Loken looked towards the direction of the storm cliff, feeling very uneasy.
Everyone knew that Dalaran's defenses would not be able to resist for long, so they had to think of a way.
Antonidas can open the portal to Orgrimmar, but what if Loken chases after him?
Thrall is not sure whether the former guardian Aegwynn can defeat Loken.
Sylvanas suddenly had a good idea and said to Thrall:
"Thall, use Sif's soul ball to make her witness Loken's attack on Dalaran."
Thrall couldn't understand and asked doubtfully: "Sylvanas, what do you mean?"
Sylvanas did not explain, but smiled and said: "You just need to do as I say, and someone will help us get rid of Loken."
Thrall was confused and took out Sif's soul ball and pointed it at the thunder and lightning outside Dalaran.
The soul of Sif, who was suffering from pain, saw the endless power of thunder, and a glimmer of hope appeared in her eyes.
Storm Cliffs.
Thorim, who was killing the Frost Giants, suddenly felt something and stood there in a daze.
In front of his eyes, Dalaran shrouded in thunder appeared, and Loken, holding the Thunder God's scepter, was blasting Dalaran's magic shield with all his strength.
The whole city of Dalaran was shaking. It was clear that Dalaran could not hold on for long, and the magic shield would break at any time. The savior Thrall and others all looked terrified.
"It's Loken. He wants to save Sif's soul and avenge Sif."
There was a little bit of jealousy in Thorim's heart. Loken actually wanted to accomplish what he didn't dare to do. His courage and courage were unparalleled.
"Stupid Loken, don't you know the consequences of offending the moon god Elune? You will be regarded as the destroyer of the world, and will be mercilessly killed. You will be stigmatized in history. You are regarded as the god of wisdom.
So irrational."
Thorim laughed at Loken's unwiseness, and even felt a sense of pleasure. For many years, Thorim had been suppressed by Loken, but he did not expect that Loken would go to a dead end on his own.
"Wait, maybe this is a great opportunity."
Thorim realized that if he rescued Thrall, wouldn't it be easy to win the favor of the moon god Elune. Although Thrall was ungrateful, the soul ball would not be harmed as long as it was not swallowed into his mouth. As long as there was enough
Due to his vigilance, Thrall had no chance.
Regardless of past grudges and having a righteous heart, what could be more praiseworthy than this?
"That's right, this is exactly what we should do. We can't let Sif's sacrifice be in vain."
Thorim felt that this was fulfilling Sif's last wish, and he felt much better.
The protection of the moon god Elune means longevity, which is more important than anything else.
Thinking of this, Thorim summoned endless lightning power, turned into a thunder, and flew in the direction of Dalaran.
Looking at the thunder in the distance getting closer and closer, Loken sighed without any surprise.
The devil in your heart only needs to be released once, and there will be no way to stop it from escaping.
Thorim flew in front of Loken, and over Dalaran, the two Titan Guardians faced off in the sky.
Ronin shed tears of excitement, Dalaran was finally saved, and Thrall, the savior, was saved.
The tribal leaders were also celebrating, cheering for Thorim's arrival.
Tuolimu was righteous and asked loudly:
"Loken, what are you doing? The savior Thrall is so kind and kind, and you actually want to murder the savior. Do you want to destroy Azeroth? What caused you to fall?"
Loken calmly asked: "Thorim, what are you fighting for?"