Chapter nine hundred and ninety seventh: Loki's response
Timid, cowardly, timid.
Thorim hated himself like this.
He watched helplessly as his wife fell to the ground and was trampled by countless orcs.
After the destruction of the Pantheon and the loss of the protection of the Titans, the Titan Guardians of Azeroth were like homeless children.
My home was destroyed, I was helpless, and my heart gradually felt lost, like a rootless duckweed.
Thousands of years have passed in a blink of an eye. When the final chapter of the trial comes, who can the Titan Guardians rely on? Thorim has to consider his own situation.
Sif's soul was bound in a small gray ball, burned by black flames, and cried out Thorim's name in pain.
Billions of lightning burst out from Thorim's eyes, and the war hammer hit the ground hard, causing the tops of the mountains to shake, and a terrifying earthquake shook the mountains.
There was hatred and overwhelming anger in his heart, but his reason told him that he could not take action.
After decades of tempering, most of the intelligent beings in the world will have their edges and corners erased by life, becoming mature and wise, smooth and worldly.
But after all, I just learned to be patient, but I was tricking myself into becoming mature.
Over thousands of years, Thorim's mind has been tempered like steel.
Thrall smiled ferociously and smashed Sif's heart with a hammer, cutting off the last hope.
Thorim raised his head and let out a thunderous roar, the sky was covered with clouds, and the lightning was winding like a poisonous snake, as if it was the end of the world.
Then, a bitter smile appeared on the corner of Thorim's mouth. Something in his heart was lost forever. It was empty and extremely lost. He felt like a walking zombie.
What's going on with this world?
Thorim felt like he was going to die.
He sat feebly on the throne and fell into deep thought for a long time.
I don't know how much time passed, and Thorim couldn't figure out what he was thinking about. His thoughts were in a mess, and he wanted to enter eternal sleep, no longer facing this chaotic world.
Someone disrupted Thorim's thoughts. Angrim, the king of the frost giants, led dozens of frost giants to visit, and they brought Sif's body.
Trampled by orcs, mutilated corpses.
Thorim understands everything, but he cannot face the death of his wife.
Endless anger burned Thorim's heart, and his mature rationality made him suffer even more, causing his thoughts to fall to the edge of madness.
A cold smile appeared on the corner of Thorim's mouth, holding the war hammer Colomir, and walked step by step to the bottom of the temple.
Angrim, the King of Frost Giants, knelt on the ground respectfully. Facing the god-like existence, the King of Giants was filled with fear:
"Sir, we found Lady Sif's body. This has nothing to do with us. We really don't know what happened. Please take a closer look."
Angrim tried his best to distinguish, in his heart, the Titan Guardians were just, but he was still worried that Thorim would be angry with the Frost Giants.
Thorim's tall body walked towards Sif's body step by step. He did not dare to look at the broken corpse. His guilt and hatred gradually made his mind unbalanced.
This world is inherently dark, with the weak and the strong preying on each other. How can fairness and justice come from this?
"Angrim, a little frost giant, dares to kill a noble god."
The King of Frost Giants was shocked and said hurriedly: "No, no, that's not the case."
Thorim didn't listen to his explanation at all, and just wanted to vent his overwhelming anger, and the warhammer in his hand slammed down.
Frost giants are often called "sons of Hodir" and are descendants of the Titan Guardian Hodir. Like the Storm Giants, descendants of Thorim, they are both creations of the Titan Guardian.
Because of the twisted hatred in his heart, Thorim did not hesitate to take action against the Frost Giant.
After the impulse passed, Thorim regained his senses. Looking at the torn body of the Frost Giant King, Thorim simply took the wrong step and attacked the entire group of Frost Giants.
The Storm Cliffs and the Frost Giants' camp were filled with Thorim's terrifying thunder and the Frost Giants' painful wails, which finally alerted Loken, the God of Wisdom.
Loken stood up with a cry, looked in all directions through the power of thunder, and understood everything.
"Sif, how could this happen?"
Loken was shocked.
In his calculations, Thrall and Sif will break up sooner or later. The indecisive Thorim doesn't know which side to take, and will inevitably fall into madness in the end.
Next, the Titan Guardians will be slandered as world destroyers, and Ulduar will be attacked by the Alliance and Horde.
But Loken didn't expect Sif to die.
After all, with Thrall's strength, he cannot threaten a Titan Guardian.
"Sif's soul is still suffering. I must save her from the sea of suffering, but Thorim?" Loken realized that things might not be that simple.
"The crisis is right in front of us, and we must make up our minds."
After thousands of years of getting along, Loken understood the temperament of his companions very well. He watched them step by step from aloof gods to being polluted by the mortal world and possessing the thoughts and worries of mortals.
Loken entered Ulduar and walked towards the deepest part of the darkness.
Since the battle of Orgrimmar and the four guardians were severely damaged, all matters inside and outside Ulduar have been left to Loken to handle, including the seal of Yogg-Saron.
Yogg-Saron's power had already leaked out of the seal, and in the dark hole, tiny tentacles opened their eyes and looked at Loken's gloomy face.
"Loken, God of Wisdom, for thousands of years, we have had countless conversations and tit-for-tat confrontations. I have never seen you so low. Is the end of Ulduar coming?"
Loken walked to the tall stone door and felt the majestic power of the ancient gods after the seal.
"Yog-Saron, at your current speed, how long will it take for you to escape from the seal?"
The ancient god's whisper sounded in Loken's ears:
"You don't have to worry at all. The Titan's seal is extremely strong. You have already been scrapped after I escaped from this cage. I don't know the Titan's technology, so I can't repair you. Or you should choose to become flesh and blood so that you can see
Until the day the Dark Empire comes back."
"Yog-Saron, I need your help." Loken said directly.
Yogg-Saron already knew everything, and whispered with a mocking tone:
"I never thought about the Corruption Titan guarding me, because I have known for a long time that the greatest corruption does not come from our ancient gods, but from this dirty and filthy world. This makes me miss the Dark Empire era, which was so harmonious.
No more intrigues, just a simple pursuit of power."
Loken looked at the seal on the stone door and asked: "Yog-Saron, how much power do you need?"
Whispered in Loken's ear: "It depends on who you need me to deal with?"
Loken said in a deep voice: "The four guardians of Ulduar, Hodir, Thorim, Freya, and Mimiron."
The whisper was slightly surprising: "This requires a lot of strength. Maybe you should release one of my tentacles, although it is only one of thousands of tentacles."
Loken flipped the seal on the stone door, and with rumbling sounds, one of Yogg-Saron's tentacles became free and entered the mortal world.
"I will give you a small gift for free." Yogg-Saron said happily:
"Bring me Sif's soul. Maybe I can find a way to resurrect her. I will give Thorim a chance for redemption."