Chapter One Thousand: The Fall of the Four Guardians
Facing Loken's questioning, Thorim looked upright and said righteously:
"I fight for Azeroth, I fight for the creatures in the world, I fight for fairness and justice in this world, like a green lotus emerging from the mud unstained, I stand on the side of justice, I am proud, I am proud."
Loken felt a little funny and asked: "So are you fighting for Sif?"
"Sif?"
Thorim looked through the layers of magic shields in Dalaran and looked at the soul ball in Thrall's hand. The black flames continued to burn Sif's soul.
At this moment, Sif also saw Thorim, showing a pleading look, hoping that Thorim would remember the friendship of countless years and lend a helping hand to save her from this painful suffering.
The unbearable look flashed in Tuolimu's eyes, and then he said angrily:
"Loken, don't try to deceive me with illusions. Sif was killed by Angrim, the king of the frost giants. I have already avenged her."
Hearing what Thorim said, Sif's soul was greatly disappointed. Something in her heart disappeared forever. Her soul shrank into a ball and cried pitifully.
Loken looked at Thorim sympathetically and said regretfully:
"You have fallen so far. The hypocrisy of the world is polluting your soul. This is something I did not expect. Thorim, you have been defeated."
Thorim laughed loudly, raised the storm hammer, and carried the endless power of lightning, and smashed it viciously at Loken, shouting:
"For the great savior Thrall, for Azeroth."
Bang!
There was a loud noise, and the Storm Hammer and Thor's Scepter collided together.
Countless thunders flashed, and Thorim and Loken fought at a speed invisible to the naked eye. Only two groups of bright lightning were seen entangled together. Thrall and others couldn't see what was happening at all.
boom!
After struggling for a long time, a ball of lightning flew out far away and hit Dalaran's magic shield heavily, causing Dalaran to tremble.
Thrall and others were frightened for a while, guessing who was the winner.
The light of thunder and lightning gradually dissipated, and Thrall and others finally saw clearly that it was Thorim who was defeated, with disbelief on his face.
The magic in Thorim's body was in turmoil, and he was unable to move for a while. Although his injuries were not completely healed, and his strength was weaker than Loken, he did not expect to be so vulnerable.
"This is impossible."
Thorim roared unwillingly.
Loken held the Thunder God's scepter and said calmly:
"Thorim, don't you understand? When you are polluted by mortal desires, your strength will not progress, but will regress, while I am constantly getting stronger."
"Get stronger?"
Thorim heard the hidden meaning in Loken's words, and a cold smile appeared on his lips.
Titan Guardians are powerful structures created by Titans themselves. They have extremely strong metal bodies. They are extremely precise machines. Although they have the ability to repair themselves, as time goes by, minor wear and tear will inevitably occur, resulting in a decline in strength.
Descending little by little.
Over the long years, the Titan Guardians realized this flaw and each looked for a way out. For example, Odin established the Hall of Valor in an attempt to solve this problem from the soul level.
Seeking the protection of the moon god Elune is one of the reasons.
Thorim sneered and said: "It turns out that you have been hiding your strength. You have already fallen. Loken, you are colluding with Yogg-Saron, right? The power of the ancient god makes you stronger."
Loken did not deny it, stepped on the void, strode forward, grabbed Thorim's body with one hand, and smashed it hard on Dalaran's magic shield.
Thorim's body was as heavy as a mountain, and Dalaran began to tremble violently again. Countless cracks appeared in the magic shield, and it seemed that it could no longer bear it.
"Your body is a great weapon."
Loken used Thorim as a weapon, hitting Dalaran again and again.
"Thorim, if you want to save Dalaran and rescue Thrall, the savior, perhaps suicide is a good choice. When your soul is helpless, you will be reunited with Sif and receive protection day and night.
Torment and pain, what is your choice?"
Thorim shouted in pain:
"Loken, I will not compromise. I fight for the savior Thrall. My will is as hard as steel. You who have fallen will be punished. Hodir, Freya, Mimiron, according to the ancient covenant,
Heed my call and join forces to eradicate the corrupt among us."
Three rays of light descended on Dalaran at the same time. Hodir, the King of Ice, Mimiron, the King of Creation, Freya, the King of Life, and the three guardians surrounded Loken.
Ice King Hodir shouted loudly: "Loken, why don't you let go of Thorim quickly? We are Titan Guardians and have been together for endless years. There is nothing we can't discuss."
Facing the gathering of the four guardians of Ulduar, Loken looked calm and let go of Thorim. Thorim hurriedly came to Freya's side and accepted her treatment.
Loken looked at the four guardians and said calmly:
"Although I know the answer, I still want to ask without any hope, are you willing to save Sif's soul? And punish the murderer of Sif."
Hodir touched his beard and lowered his head in shame, not daring to look into Loken's eyes.
Freya was as cold as ice and said expressionlessly: "Thorim, you mistakenly blamed Angrim, the king of the frost giants. He was not the murderer of Sif."
Thorim had a look of surprise on his face, which was different from the Freya he knew. Thorim was very worried that Freya would say Thrall's name, and all the previous efforts would be wasted.
Although Sif is not one of the nine most powerful Titan Guardians, she has incomparable beauty, especially her sunshine-like hair. Freya is very jealous of her.
Freya frowned and was filled with righteous indignation. She pointed at Loken and said, "It was Loken. It was he who seduced Sif, and then ruthlessly abandoned Sif and killed her cruelly."
In the soul ball, Sif's soul stopped crying when she heard Freya's empty slander, and was so angry that she almost burst.
Thorim knew in his heart that this was very unfair to Sif. It would be fine not to save Sif, but he would also let her suffer such a stigma and be criticized by thousands of people.
Freya was obviously taking the opportunity to retaliate, but Thorim had no choice but to show his murderous eyes and glare at Loken fiercely.
Loken was not surprised and looked at Dalaran calmly.
The mages of Dalaran have all heard this shocking news, and it won't be long before it spreads throughout Azeroth.
Loken knew that the distinction was meaningless, and said helplessly:
"What I care about most is reputation, but I didn't expect that the first thing to lose is reputation. This is probably a mental test for me. Four guardians of Ulduar, I gave you a chance, but you let me down.
, what are you still waiting for?"
The four guardians of Ulduar stood at the four corners, surrounding Loken in the center.
Thrall and other tribal leaders, as well as Ronin and other Dalaran mages, all breathed a sigh of relief. Although Loken was strong, how could he cope with the joint attack of the four guardians.
Thorim gritted his teeth and yelled angrily:
"Lorken, you plotted to kill my wife Sif, and framed the blame on Angrim, the king of the frost giants, which caused the frost giants to be almost extinct. After the plot was exposed, you framed the blame on the great savior Thrall, how could you still
What is there to say? For the sake of Azeroth, you must be eliminated."