Azeroth’s Death Track

A portal from Ulduar, opening across the seas of Stormheim.

The first one to walk out of the portal was the hooded guardian Lai. The moment he stepped out of the portal, he met the eyes of the high lord standing by the coast. Coincidentally, after nodding slightly, Lai stood aside without saying a word.

The other guardians came out of the portal, probably because it was related to Odin's soul. In this important meeting, almost all the guardians with heads and faces came, even senior technicians who were immersed in the research of Titan technology. His Excellency Zhai Mi Mieron, all appeared here.

Behind them, the main part of the golden Valagar Fortress has been salvaged from the sea by the industrious Titans. , only the silver metal support frame remained, like a super-large steel frisbee, on which there were still some building wreckage, and some metal wreckage that was incinerated and fixed on the disk in the flow of energy flames.

It was the wreckage of the heroic warriors. It looked extremely miserable, and it seemed that there was still a trace of heavy gunpowder smoke from the battle of Ragnarok.

Oh! Looks like our cat queen has found the lost holy arsenal!

The mechanical dwarf Mimiron raised his funny black steel eyebrows. An uncontrollable curiosity and desire to explore flashed across his mechanical, round face. He waved a wrench and said to the other guardians:

You guys talk first, I'll go see if the energy terminals in the holy arsenal and the main frame can still be repaired! That's a very important thing...much more important than this time-wasting meeting.

After finishing speaking, Mimiron dragged out a strange silver aircraft from his eye-catching space, and he jumped into it nimbly. Between the roar of the engine, this strange flying area quickly rushed into the distance amidst the low sound. in the salvage area.

Mimiron's departure made the scene on the sea a bit dignified, especially the not-so-friendly eyes of the Storm Guardian Thorim, which cast a shadow of confrontation on the talks that hadn't started yet, until Lai Breaking this awkward silence, the Great Guardian coughed lightly, and he looked at Tyrion:

Then great lord, first of all congratulations on winning another victory. I heard that Hela also chose to obey your leadership. The unification of the dead world is already a future that can be expected, and the balance of life and death in this world will also be guaranteed. It's a very good thing, and it's a joy to be around, and we're called to be here...

You come to bring back your brother's soul, of course, I know.

The great lord impatiently waved his hand, interrupting Lai's series of meaningless statements. He opened his black gloved left hand, revealing a perfect diamond core, shining brightly in the evening sun. The core of thinking that belongs to the creation of the titans also represents the soul that belongs to the creation of the titans.

After defeating Odin and ending Odin's pain with her own hands, Hela did not crush the soul core. Perhaps the Queen of Hell felt that this step of revenge was enough. Perhaps it was before Odin died that the two finally A settlement was reached, and in short, Odin's priceless soul core finally returned to Tyrion's hands.

And after seeing this undisguised thought core, the eyes of the guardians lit up.

To be honest, rational guardians like Freya and Azadas are skeptical and pessimistic about whether Odin can keep his soul. However, the facts are now in front of us, proving that the High Lord has indeed fulfilled his promise with the Guardians and spared Odin's life.

This made them overjoyed. Thorim the Storm Guardian took a step forward and took the soul core from the high lord. His handsome face was full of hopeful smiles.

However, the guardians did not notice that the great guardian Lai who stood aside had a deep sadness shining in his eyes under the hood.

How could someone like Tyrion be so generous?

These brothers of my own are still too immature.

And looking at the guardians who were smiling, the great lord also had a gentle smile on his stern face. He seemed to be very satisfied with the scene before him, but in those ice blue eyes, there was a gleam of hope. The desperate expectation that followed immediately, he was waiting for the moment when the despair that had been buried broke through the ground.

It hardly takes long to wait...

Odin's soul core is very complete, no cracks can be seen on the surface, and there are complex and cumbersome blue light spots shining in it like the human brain lights up when thinking, it looks really beautiful, and Thorim can feel it. Seeing the sleeping soul in the core of thinking, he carefully handed the core to Freya, the guardian of life, and asked his sister to keep it.

Now, they only need to bring it back to Ulduar, activate it with Titan energy, and find a suitable body for it. Their ancient brother and leader Odin will be reborn in the secret hall of the city of Titans.

However, the moment Freya took over the thinking core, the guardian of life almost immediately felt the strangeness of the sleeping soul in the core, and she infiltrated her green power into the core to check, just a few seconds As soon as the clock ticked, Freya's face turned pale, as if she had seen the most terrifying thing.

In front of her, Torim, the guardian of the storm, was still expressing his heartfelt thanks to the high lord.

Facing Thorim's gratitude, Tyrion waved his hand and said casually:

It's okay, it's nothing, we are friends, friends should help each other, help each other, yes, Odin is a respectable warrior, I know this, so I gave him new hope, new Starting point, I am also eager to see the mighty Odin standing on the front line to defend this world, yes...he has paid a heavy price for what he has done in the past!

Yes, I have forgiven him...

But you erased all of Odin's memory and personality!

The guardian of life who could no longer listen to this hypocritical expression, Ms. Freya held the thought core in her hand, and she screamed:

You killed his will and mind, there is no Odin here!

This is just a corpse of a soul!

Freya's angry scream was like a thunderclap, which changed the faces of all the guardians drastically, and also completely froze the sincere smile on the face of the storm guardian Thorim who was thanking the high lord at this moment.

In the midst of the utter silence of the anger, the High Lord seemed very calm. He reached out his hand and patted Thorim who was stunned in front of him very friendly, and then said to the other guardians:

Yeah, I erased his will, it was a very, very painful process, but Odin didn't let out a wail from the beginning to the end...

He was a worthy warrior, and he paid for what he did, so as I said, I have forgiven him, and you have Odin's soul as promised, you see, a A soul like white paper, let you splash ink and paint on it, it only takes a little time, and you can have Odin again! Even an upgraded version of Odin that is more rational!

Snapped

The great lord snapped his fingers, and he said meaningfully:

Best of both worlds solution, no?

It's not...it's not...we agreed, we didn't agree like this.

It was like Thorim who had suffered a terrible blow muttered to himself, raised his head in some pain and doubts, stared at the great lord, a ball of flames danced in his eyes, and he said:

It's not! We agreed, it's not like this!

Agreement?

Tyrion's expression became indifferent, he glanced at the silent Great Guardian Lai, and said:

The only agreement I made with you is that I will kill Odin completely, and I will end all of this completely. Odin's heroic army belongs to you, and his supreme gate belongs to me. What you have to pay is only within my When the soldiers died generously, they pressed a button...you guys can't even do such a small thing! You want to temporarily change the agreement...I think you were threatening me...

I hate being threatened, not to mention, didn't your titan fathers teach you what a contract is?

The finger extended by the great lord mercilessly touched Thorim's steel chest, and he said word by word:

I hear you see Odin as a father? Well, then boy, your father could have fought and died like a warrior just because of you and your bastard brothers, and now he gets as much as a rat. ..is it my fault?

No!

Tyrion chuckled, and said in Thorim's ear in the coldest voice:

It's your fault! You turned him into what he is now...

Thorim's fist was clenched, and the shining thunderbolt danced on his steel fist. Although he shrunk to the size of a mortal body, it did not mean that his strength was weakened. A gloomy storm, in Thorim's anger, In the midst of it, gathering in the sky of Stormy Fjord, within the dark clouds, wisps of thunder and lightning were beating.

The other Guardians also gripped their arms, no doubt the Highlord was humiliating them in this way...they should respond, for the Guardians and the majesty of the Pantheon.

But the great lord didn't care, he took a step back, spread his hands, and said calmly to the guardians in front of him:

I'm just teaching you something you should have learned a long time ago, I know, it's hard to feel, but listen to me, boys, this is growth! Your titan daddy is dead, remember This point, their majesty and your noble dignity cannot stop Sargeras' sword, and those things, in my opinion, even smell like shit!

In this world, if you want to help, just follow my plan honestly!

If you don't want to help, or even want to make trouble...

Between the cold wind blowing by the gloomy storm, Tyrion straightened his black tie with his fingers, as if he was slapping dust, and he said indifferently:

Then I don't mind, I'll teach you again, or... simply and neatly, get rid of you!

This is the last warning, understand?

The great lord's black swordsman's robe fluttered in the cold wind. In front of him, several guardians looked unfriendly, and the storm guardian Thorim raised his head. His handsome face was completely distorted. Between his eyes, blue The colored thunder swayed like scattered rays of light.

Arrogant dead, go die!

The warhammer Umir in Thorim's hand swung at this moment, like a heavy hammer wrapped in a storm, and slammed down on Tyrion's head, but the great lord didn't defend at all, and didn't even look at it. With a glance at the weapon, the moment the war hammer swung down, the shadow behind the great lord jumped violently, like boiling water. In the torn darkness, the palm covered with black steel, carved with pale skulls and black crosses protruded. , Precisely and easily, he hit the beating fiery thunder storm.

In the eyes of the other guardians, a strange knight who was taller than Tyrion, covered in black Holy Spirit armor full of weird religious meaning, and a dark helmet with sharp corners, blocked the high lord and Torrey. In a matter of seconds, the knight exuded a pale chill all over his body. The iron armor in his left hand held Thorim's warhammer, and in his right hand, he held a black steel scepter inlaid with gemstones and decorated with skulls.

He is a strange knight, at least he has never appeared in the previous Dark Blade Battle Group. Like his armor, he looks dark and introverted, but when you look closely, it is full of a kind of depraved darkness, as if revealing The apocalyptic meaning, the temperament is like a priest who put down the scriptures and took up the weapon, and on the chest of his armor, the huge black cross all over the body, and those weird patterns are even more Makes him look terribly weird and...dangerous!

His weapon is also very weird. It is said to be a scepter, but it is actually more like a cross-like holy emblem used by the priests of the Church of the Holy Light. After being magnified several times, it looks like a warhammer wielding with one hand. .

Oh, by the way, judging from his size, this should be a... draenei.

Snapped

The great lord patted the death knight's steel shoulder armor with his black gloved hand like a sacred scroll. Like a friend, he whispered to the knight who came to the rescue:

Be gentle, my friend.

Teach this group of ignorant young people a lesson for me, but don't beat them to death...then the problem is a bit serious.

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