At the same time that massive steel armies began to march towards the border of Crystalsong Forest, the traitor Loken, the guardian of the titans who started the war, was still guarding the city of titans in Uldur.

Of course, commanding in front of battle is not the area that the King of Wisdom is good at. During the war with the Dark Empire that year, Loken was mainly responsible for making suggestions behind Raiden who was in charge of the overall situation.

To put it bluntly, Loken's position is very similar to that of Sharlayan in the early days. He is good at planning and planning before the battle, but not good at actual battle command.

But this is just Sharlayan in the early years, people will always grow.

Sarlayan once heard a saying mentioned in the barrage.

Gods are perfect creatures from birth, so they don't need to grow up, as long as they can make good use of their natural abilities, they will be invincible.

Because mortals are not perfect by nature, they need to continuously improve themselves through acquired hard study, and strive to one day achieve god-like perfection, so as to step into a new realm.

Sharlayan can't say whether this kind of philosophical theory is right or wrong, or... there is no clear right or wrong in this kind of question.

As a mortal with dragon blood, Sharlayan has never let go of improving his abilities.

Due to the future information provided by the barrage, Sharlayan's heart was always under a heavy burden. This pressure made him not dare to stop for a moment and continue to move forward, and he was always improving his own shortcomings.

Garald is the undisputed peak of mortals in terms of battlefield command, but there is only one Garald after all, and it is impossible for Sharlayan to pull him over every time he encounters a war.

Garald is a member of the Council of Dark Night, and there are still many military affairs in the clan that need him to deal with.

Due to his responsibilities, Jarod is destined to be unable to travel around the world as often as Sharlayan.

After the Battle of Seamount ended, Sharlayan, who had stepped into the demigod realm, did not need to devote too much energy to improving his personal combat power. It was already difficult for the demigod to quickly improve his strength through hard work.

To further strengthen himself, Sharlayan could only deepen his understanding of natural power, which allowed him to free up a lot of time to hunt other fields.

For example, battlefield command.

Ever since he killed Sif by mistake due to his mental imbalance, Loken, who was worried about Thorim's questioning, fell to Yogg-Saron in panic, and gradually went further and further on this road of betraying his compatriots and mission. There is no turning back either.

Cooperating with Yogg-Saron to trick Mimiron, Freya, and Hodir into Ulduar to capture and brainwash Loken, he has become a real loner, and he has not confided in anyone for a long time.

Worried that the missing Raiden would return one day, Loken had been suffering from guilt and fear all these years, and the boundless loneliness of not being able to communicate with anyone was constantly eroding his heart.

There is a saying that the unknown is often the scariest thing.

Now that the boots have finally landed, Loken's mood has become much calmer. The King of Wisdom who used to be Raiden's right-hand man seems to be gradually returning.

In the deserted main hall of Ulduar, Loken sat on his throne, resting his chin on one hand and asked the Iron Vrykul general Biagri below expressionlessly: "How is the battle on the front line?"

Biagri respectfully knelt on one knee on the shining Ulduar floor and bowed his head, and replied: "So far, the progress has been smooth."

"Perhaps our sudden launch caught the enemy by surprise. The rebel army on the border of Crystal Song Forest has been in a passive defensive posture, and it seems that they have no plans to counterattack for the time being."

"snort…"

Loken snorted inexplicably: "Don't be careless, in terms of the total number of troops, our side is still at a disadvantage."

"As long as the enemy comes to their senses, they may launch a large-scale counterattack at any time."

"Biagri, you should rush to the front as well, and the command of the army will be fully entrusted to you."

"Yes! Great Guardian!"

Watching Biagley strode away from the Ulduar hall, Loken raised his head to look at Ulduar's gorgeously decorated zenith with deep eyes.

"What are you thinking?"

A feminine female voice suddenly appeared next to Loken's ear: "You won't regret it until the end of the day, will you?"

"Heh~" Loken smiled self-deprecatingly: "Is there any difference between regretting or not? Anyway, I can't turn back."

"We are grasshoppers on the same rope. If you don't want to be defeated by the senior generals of the rebel army led by Lai... Yogg-Saron, you should also show some cards."

"I don't need you to remind me."

Yogg-Saron, who transformed into the soul of Sif, smiled strangely and said: "Loken, you can rest assured and prepare, Vezax and other guardians will appear in time after the enemy invades Ulduar. "

"It's you, don't lose the chain in this crucial battle that affects the overall success or failure."

…

Loken and Yogg-Saron knew the direction of the battle beyond Ulduar.

Don't look at Loken's confident attitude when facing Biagri, in fact, he already knew that Raiden would lead the Titan-forged and dragon allied forces to break through the layers of defense built by the steel army and come to Ulduar in person. Ask yourself the teacher.

Including Biagri, all steel armies remaining outside of Ulduar are just cannon fodder for delaying time and increasing the loss of the enemy's troops.

After all, the real decisive game still has to be played within Ulduar, because dragons cannot enter Ulduar.

Therefore, Loken put all his real elite soldiers on the large field at the entrance of Ulduar. The role of these elite soldiers was to stop the army that Raiden brought into Ulduar.

Due to the disadvantage of the total number of troops, Loken knew in his heart that he would not be able to defeat the army of Titan creations led by Raiden on the frontal battlefield, so he could only bet his hope of a comeback on the final decisive battle involving a small number of high-end combat forces.

"Yogg-Saron, I will try my best to lure Lai and the others to fight near your cage, but don't expect too much, Lai is not a fool, and will not give us the chance to fight more with less."

Fake Sif smiled nonchalantly: "It's man-made. Changes in the situation are often driven by details. In short, you should play your role well first."

'The role... is it? '

In fact, Loken also knew that in Yogg-Saron's mind, he was just a useful chess piece, and it would always trust Vezax the true descendant of the ancient gods the most.

However, as Loken said, when the situation has developed to this point, he can no longer turn back, and can only bite the bullet and follow this road of no return to the end.

According to the information obtained by Loken's scouts, there seemed to be something wrong with Layden's state. He used to always rush to the front line to command, but this time he has been squatting behind the scenes to remotely control the battle situation.

This kind of performance was obviously not in line with Layden's impression in Loken's mind, and Loken, who had a very flexible mind, immediately speculated that Layden's strength might have declined.

This recognition gave Loken more courage. If the situation really develops according to Yogg-Saron's plan, it is hard to say who will win this decisive battle.

'Hope Lay is not in as good shape as I expected, and...'

Loken's eyes narrowed vigilantly: 'You actually chose to trust mortals like Tyr, Lai, have you fallen too? '

…

"Fallen?"

At the frontline camp in Crystalsong Forest, Raiden shook his head funnyly in the face of Thorim's question before the battle.

"Thorim, why do you follow Odin's example? Why do you think trusting mortals is depravity?"

The stubborn Thorim scratched his head: "Isn't it? Compared with the creation of the Titans, the lives of mortals are too short and fragile, even the dragons who are also called guardians... Uh, well, let's not mention this for now. "

Thorim, who was going to talk nonsense, remembered the experience of being hanged and beaten by Malygos many times before, so he could only keep his mouth shut~lightnovelpub.net~ Raiden didn't poke Thorim hard, just smiled Explained: "It's time for you to open your eyes and see the world, my brother."

"After waking from a long slumber, I have traveled around the world in this new Azeroth."

"Using Sharlayan's words, after tens of thousands of years of vicissitudes, it is already the age of mortals."

"As you said, mortal life is short and fragile, but that doesn't mean they are useless."

"Because their lives are short, they will desperately bloom a moment of brilliance in a limited time."

"Besides..."

Raiden gave Thorim a sideways look with a half-smile: "Now you and Sarlayan do have a greater chance of winning in a one-on-one fight, but your potential has been developed to the end, but Sarlayan is still improving. "

"Let's not talk about it far away. With Sarayan's progress speed beyond common sense, after just a hundred years, are you sure you can still suppress him steadily by yourself?"

"Ah this..."

Although Thorim is stupid, he has never bothered to tell lies. He actually knows it in his heart, and Raiden's statement is justified.

After a hundred years, he really can't guarantee that he can still beat the rapidly improving Sharlayan.

"That's why I said it." Raiden smiled and patted Thorim's shoulder: "You...not just you, all guardians are the same, we should let go of our arrogance and re-understand that this is far from our inherent cognition It's the same world."

"Let's stop talking here first."

Raiden turned his head to look at the battlefield that was already in full swing, his expression gradually became serious: "Thorim, let's go to battle, lead our warriors, and open a smooth road to Ulduar as soon as possible."

When it came to fighting, Thorim, who was a little embarrassed, suddenly regained his spirits: "No problem! Leave it to me!"

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