"Wo'jin, what do you think?" Thrall asked, baring his teeth.
Wo Jin shook his head and suddenly realized: "It turns out that the name of the God of Thunder is Ji Wudao."
"It's not important." Thrall's eyes widened and he said angrily: "Don't you think this is an opportunity? As long as we have this black rune, Raiden will become my slave, and the Tovir clan will
They will all become food for the orcs."
Vol'jin shook his head and whispered: "Where did we get that black rune? And I think it's a conspiracy."
The black runes couldn't be obtained, and Sal was a little disappointed. As for the conspiracy, he didn't take it to heart.
"Leiden is just a coward. Even if I fail to murder him, what can he do to me? If I succeed, I will gain a powerful slave and hundreds of thousands of Tolvir people's food. If I fail, there will be no loss. Damn it, how can I get it?"
Black runes."
Leiden's voice came from the portal: "The great savior is ready."
Thrall and Vol'jin stepped through the portal, and there was another world inside. This was a seemingly endless space. There were golden translucent spheres the size of Orgrimmar floating in the sky, surrounded by countless golden runes.
Rotate around the sphere.
"This is the great creation of the Titans, the furnace of origin that can destroy Azeroth, the origin and end of all things."
Leiden stood under the furnace of origin, his eyes a little nervous, and he said regretfully:
"The time has not yet come, and the energy in the Origin Furnace may not be able to explode the Titan shield, but I must take the risk, otherwise there will be no chance. Before that, I need to absorb a little power from the Origin Furnace."
Raiden forcibly absorbed the power of the void, causing the energy in his body to become unstable and must be suppressed with the power of the Origin Furnace.
After carefully looking around, Raiden took off a pair of gloves and placed them on the ground, forming a void energy shield to protect himself, Thrall, and Vol'jin.
The three void balls surrounding Leiden shattered, and the blood of the three Tovir tribesmen gathered together to form a straight blood line, extending to the surface of the Origin Furnace, connecting Leiden with the Origin Furnace.
Raiden focused all his attention on the Origin Forge. He opened his arms and carefully guided the golden energy into his body. Raiden's body was gradually shrouded in golden light, and a pair of golden wings slowly formed on his back.
Thrall and Vol'jin were doing nothing. Vol'jin touched Thrall's arm and pointed to the corner of the Forge of Origin.
There is a black rune floating quietly there, which is exactly the same as the rune used by the memory crystal Thor to enslave Raiden.
Thrall's heart was pounding immediately, and he quietly waved to the black rune, using the power of the shaman to guide the black rune.
An ownerless rune, not bound by the Forge of Origin, successfully fell into Thrall's hands under the guidance of the shaman's power.
Vol'jin grabbed Thrall's arm, winked secretly, and shook his head nervously.
"I know what you are thinking, Vol'jin, you think this is a conspiracy and someone is using me to deal with Raiden."
Sal lowered his voice and sneered:
"I'm not a fool, can I not see through this clumsy little trick, but what if it is true? You know why I became a great savior, and you are just a chieftain of the Darkspear Trolls, because I will never
Don’t give up any opportunity.”
Thrall grabbed the black rune and threw it to Raiden aside.
The black runes competed with Raiden for the power of the Origin Furnace, becoming extremely large and covered with unknown black tentacles, like an octopus tightly wrapped around Raiden.
Raiden showed a horrified expression. He had been careful enough and had done a good job of defense, but he never dreamed that Thrall would sneak up on him.
Raiden's body surged with dense lightning power, trying his best to get rid of the black runes.
The tentacles of the black runes penetrated deep into Raiden's body, merged with the power of the void, and became deeply rooted. The power of lightning continued to explode, but took away a large piece of Raiden's body.
Raiden's body quickly withered and became mutilated, with numerous cracks appearing on the surface of his skin. He looked at Thrall in horror.
"Sal, what have you done? No, I don't deserve to die."
Endless lightning surged out of Leiden's body, as if he wanted to self-destruct. Thrall was so frightened that he turned around and ran towards the portal.
But everything stopped in the end, and Lyden fell to the ground softly like a deflated balloon. He barely raised his right hand and pointed at the Origin Furnace: "This is..."
In the end, Raiden didn't say anything. His body was torn apart and shattered into pieces of matte, metal-like objects. His head rolled in front of Thrall.
The ancient guardian Raiden fell like this.
Thrall and Vol'jin looked at each other.
Robbie and Vanessa, who were observing secretly, were also stunned.
Vanessa said doubtfully: "In our time, Lyden should still be alive."
Robbie couldn't figure out the reason and nodded: "Yeah, it stands to reason that history cannot be changed. Lyden shouldn't die. How could he die?"
N'zoth's voice came: "I guess all this has something to do with Thrall. Is Thrall the one who can change history?"
Thrall kicked Raiden in the face and mocked: "Is this the Titan Guardian? What an incompetent waste."
Wo'jin asked nervously: "Lord Savior, what should we do?"
Thrall's eyes flashed with light: "What's there to worry about? Raiden will get rid of him sooner or later. Huh, Faoris is my slave. I will definitely let the Tolvir people bleed into rivers until the last person fights.
This land is about to become my territory."
"But how to deal with Al'Akir, the Windrider?" Vol'jin asked worriedly.
Thrall's expression was uncertain, and he originally wanted to use Raiden's power to use the Forge of Origin to deal with Al'Akir.
Once Leyden died, this plan was completely ruined.
Suddenly, Sal felt as if he was struck by lightning, his vision went dark, and he knelt on the ground with a muffled groan.
A majestic voice echoed in Thrall's mind: "You actually killed Raiden, you ruined my plan."
Near the Forge of Origin, the eyes on N'Zoth's tentacles blinked nervously:
"A strange power invaded, causing resonance with Titan ruins across Azeroth. I can't trace the source of the power. Who is spying on Azeroth? The Titan shield has lost its effect. Could he be a Titan?"
The mysterious existence hidden behind Thrall suddenly came and punished Thrall heavily.
Thrall hurriedly defended: "Leiden secretly sabotaged my plan, so I took action to assassinate him."
"Don't make excuses, I know everything that happened to you."
The mysterious existence was quiet for a while, and his attitude softened slightly: "Sal, rush to Lamu Kahen immediately and order King Faoris to donate one hundred thousand Lamu Kahen people. They are originally created by the Titans, and their flesh and soul can be used.
Come and resurrect Raiden.”
"Can Raiden be resurrected?" Thrall asked aggrievedly.
"Yes, it's just that the resurrected Raiden is no longer the original Raiden. His body is full of mortal pollution. The cunning and evil Raiden, you must be careful, the new Raiden may betray you at any time."
Thrall hesitated for a moment: "Can you take advantage of Raiden's resurrection and use the Scroll of Slavery on him?"
"Can."
Sal laughed and said triumphantly: "I knew this was a risk-free attempt."