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"I have always been curious. The strength under your command can obviously wipe out the entire storm cliff. I have seen the undead warriors under your own eyes. It is no exaggeration to say that they are armed with those weird weapons. The Titans who defeated the Dark Empire are weaker."

Lei followed behind Tyrion and walked in the castle of the dead world. Titan creations are not life in the traditional sense. Their unique life forms allow them to freely enter and exit the dead world with permission. Infected by the power of the dead world, so in recent times, the wilderness of the dead world has been a temporary stronghold for these guardians.

"Obviously there is an easier way to solve all this, and why should we let those mortal mortals sacrifice to get a not perfect ending?"

Rai asked:

"Is this kind of sacrifice also in your plan?"

Faced with the problem of the Great Guardian, the Lord Lord did not conceal his thoughts. He said frankly:

"Yes, according to the War Council’s estimates, I may only need to dispatch 5 warfare groups to fully capture Ulduar, defeat your chaotic compatriots, and deal with the threat of Yogg-Saron, but the problem The reason is, why should I do this?"

The lord who recovered his senses in the dead world yawned. He said lazily:

"Humans, elves, dwarves, all civilized flesh and blood creatures are a part of this world, they enjoy the gifts that this world gives them, then when the world needs them, they must make sacrifices for it, this is A great sacrifice, I have no reason to reject this greatness."

"What’s more, I’m just the person planning the world order, I’m not their nanny, I don’t need to help them solve any trouble, or I will watch them step into the battlefield, I will evaluate their performance, like It’s a game, only when the score is high enough, after reaching a certain limit, I will help them solve the trouble they can’t solve, just like in Silithus!"

"Do you understand? Rai, this is the right way to train children."

The lord spoke eloquently:

"Give them a goal, motivate them to work hard to achieve that goal, and then reward them, and constantly cultivate their ability to solve problems independently. Until the end, when they don’t need me to shoot, they can solve the problem themselves. By this time, this Children are truly grown-ups and can live out of their cradle."

"So, do you treat them as your own children?"

The Great Guardian looked at the Lord Lord with a weird look:

"Do you regard all civilizations in the world as your children? Is my understanding of you too shallow, or is your description misunderstood? Is this really your idea?"

"Look, I'm not that great."

The Lord Lord smiled and said to Lai:

"Don’t always praise me like that, I will be embarrassed... what do I think of those civilizations? No, I don’t treat them as children, I treat them as warriors...you can think of the war on the storm cliffs as In a "rehearsal", they must unite to defeat those things that they can't overcome. This is necessary. When the last battle comes, I don't want to see me take my soldiers to the battlefield, but also separate Focus on helping stupid people who can't even help themselves!"

"Of course, in theory, such a weak civilization will not survive the arrival of the final war...my eyes, but I have been examining those civilizations, you see, after two consecutive wars of punishment, they are even daunting. The untamed centaur has learned to lower its posture and integrate into the order of world civilization, which fully shows that my way of doing things is correct!"

Tyrion handed a character of great quality to Lai, and then reached out to pour wine for him. He calmly said softly:

"They thought I was destroying them, but they didn't know that I was actually saving them... and they must also learn to fight for themselves."

"Oh? This is the first time I have heard of such a rescue method. Even in Titan's database, there is no such record."

Lai tasted the weird liquid in his hand. He looked at Tyrion with interest:

"So, is your "rescue" always successful? Isn't there one who disobeys?"

"Of course!"

The lord leaned back in his chair and casually said:

"The world is so big, there are always races that can't see their status and think they have a little strength, they need to be awed by other races, and take this awe for granted... I'm talking about Naga, the mice that live in the deep sea Oh my God, I’ve killed them almost 1 million people, but they are still reluctant to communicate with the outside world."

"But it doesn't matter!"

Tyrion shrugged and gave a gentle smile to Lai:

"My best "teacher" His Excellency Dai Lin is ready to give them a "third lesson". I believe that this time the teaching will be very successful!"

The high lord lifted the wine glass to Lai, and the latter also lifted the wine glass like he did. In the crisp wine glass collision, the lord softly made a perfect summary for the conversation:

"The heroes of the coalition army vowed that they would never become warriors under Tyrion and never fight for the lord..."

"But you see, they who have stepped on the battlefield as "soldiers" aren't they also having a good time?"

"So, ignorance is actually a blessing..."

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In the outer hall of the Lightning Hall at this time, Muradin, Tyrande and Orc Warlord Garrosh stood nervously outside the gate of the Titan. They sacrificed and cleared the entire Lightning Hall, but faced Loken , Elonaya, the guardian on their side, did not allow them to step into the final battlefield.

Of course, this is to protect the heroes of these mortals.

After they have been fighting continuously, they are very tired. Now let them face the guardian, it is almost the same behavior as death, so Elonaya herself bears the responsibility of the battle with Loken, and she has every reason to do so.

But the mortal heroes waiting outside and waiting for the final result are not clear. Elonaya did not face too many challenges in the final battlefield. The only thing that made her feel more difficult was that her companions put Loken's head was so broken that she spliced ​​the thing together and was challenged.

She is not a guardian of ingenuity, so this work took her a long time, but the thumping sounds when splicing the fragments, let the mortal people waiting outside the temple feel terrified. Maybe, that, It was the voice from the fierce battle between the gods.

Of course, Alonaya knew who killed Loken, but she would not tell this secret to mortals. At the last meeting, Azadas’ reminder was very necessary. The mortal faced the power of the ancient god. Unable to resist, the information in their minds could not be concealed from the ancient gods. Once Yogg-Saron knew that there were other guardians staring at the storm cliff, then the cunning ancient **** would immediately begin to destroy the body of the furnace of will.

That was an unacceptable result for Elonaya, so before the coalition forces breached Ulduar’s line of defense, and until her brothers hiding in the dark protected the last line of the world’s furnace in a proper way, she must conceal this secret, This is not to deceive the worthy mortal heroes, but to protect them...

It took Elonaya a long time to put together Loken’s broken head. She looked at her work and then nodded in satisfaction. She stood up, picked up her rock war sword, and then extended her left arm. He crooked his head, cut his sword fiercely on his arm, and pretended to be injured after a battle.

"Wow"

The locked door of the inner hall was opened in a stream of gears and lightning, and the difficult-walking Elonaya staggered out of the inner hall. The giant woman was full of traces of fighting, her rocky body There were even cracks, and the terrible scars reminded several mortal heroes of the fierce battle between her and the traitor Loken.

And on the giantess’s hand, carrying a rocky head, the cheeks shattered as if they were smashed, and on the rocky face, the majestic guardian of the rebellious wisdom can still be seen vaguely. face.

"he died..."

Elonaya whispered:

"With your selfless help, the mortal heroes, the betrayer Loken is dead...you are a true legend."

Talking, in the cheering cheers of the tired soldiers, the giantess handed the rock head in her hand to the three mortal commanders in front of her, she said softly:

"This is your loot. Without you, I can't do it all. Now it's yours...Go, put it in your city as a necessary means to inspire the world... Of course, there are many things in Loken’s treasure house that I can’t use. They belong to you. That’s the reward and glory you deserve.”

Elonaya placed the huge rock head in front of the three people, and Tyrande could feel the power of the Titan lingering on the rock head, and the sound of Elune's approval sounded in her mind, which made the struggle Fan, the Dark Moon God of War who killed the General Iron Vrykul could not help closing her eyes and praying. She knew the identity of the master in front of her eyes. According to the mortal myth, today, they killed a god.. .

What a shocking story.

Compared with Tyrande’s low profile, the orc warlord Garrosh still has a bandage on his face. He is a lot more active. His left hand is hung on the neck by a **** bandage, which was just attacking the difficult one. The element was injured, but at this time, the pain could no longer affect Garrosh’s elevated emotions. He reached out his right hand and tried to touch Loken’s head, but he didn’t touch the rock before he was struck by a burst of lightning. Hit the wrist.

Even after death, the body of the Titan Guardian is full of great power. It seems to represent the majesty of the Guardian and cannot be profaned by mortals.

"Aha! We killed a god!"

Garrosh shook his numb wrist. He turned back and thumped **** his brother Dranosh's chest, shouting to the orc soldiers behind him:

"Brothers! Today, we are all God-killers! When Loken's head hangs on the gate of Orgrimmar, all orcs will sing our legend!"

"We won! Brothers!"

"We won the gods! Cheers!"

Garrosh’s shouts made those human warriors who didn’t like orcs can’t help but cheer. After all, they could step on the battlefield and walk here, witnessing the fall of the fallen god, and personally participating in it. For a warrior, is there any greater legend?

Not to mention, after returning home after the war, these heroes are bound to be awarded various honorary titles by the kingdom and the church, and they will also receive many rewards. Have a good life on the credit book! They went to the wild mountains and ridges of the Arctic to desperately, isn't it just for this? Who would refuse such a good thing?

nobody!

The dwarves also fulfilled their promises. On this night, in the hall of lightning like a miracle, the dwarves distributed the spirits. All of them sat in this sacred place to drink wine and sing loudly, let this The majestic palace has also become gentle.

Soon, the news of Loken's fall was also sent back to the headquarters of the Snow Flow Plain, and there was another burst of celebration. The news of victory was like putting wings on it, and it was quickly delivered to the hands of various forces, so soon, The whole world knows, mortals... face gods for the first time in history, and... triumph!

This is a victory for the entire Azeroth mortal, and it is a memorable day!

Of course, for the leaders, there are still many things to consider. Now that the Rock Hall and the Lightning Hall have fallen into their hands, it is time to try to open the door of Ulduar!

It's time to break into the Titan City and discover the ultimate secret of this world!

But for now, let the tired soldiers take a good rest. Taste well, the beautiful taste brought by victory!

Come, cheers!

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