Stormwind God

"Should it be worthy to say that it was Yoggsaron that even the Titans could not be completely eliminated at that time?" Torrim smiled bitterly, his face showing such a smile: "Slightly put aside, fortunately I still send you in Now. "

The ten-story Torim, because of his huge body, changed any point on his face, and any change in expression, Duke they could clearly see.

Thorim's body now radiated an inexplicable dim light.

The color of the surface of Thorim's skin was dull, like the radiance of vitality and soul. He raised his right palm, flipped it up and down, and looked carefully.

I don't know if it was an illusion, Duke suddenly felt that the river in time was flowing from the five fingers that had become a bit rusty.

Thorim is like a huge statue that has weathered and eroded in the desert for thousands of years. It decays at a rate visible to the naked eye, but he laughs wildly as if he didn't notice it.

"Ha ha ha ha! What a shame! The guardian can not fulfill the duties of guardian." Torim knelt on one knee, not out of etiquette or respect, it was pure weakness.

Thorim bowed his head: "Duke Marcus, can I trust you?"

Duke took a step forward, firmly taking a step forward: "The relationship between the guardians of Azeroth has long transcended trust. This is the mission entrusted to us by history."

Torim was a little surprised, and then smiled: "Yes, this is our mission!"

After all, the huge finger nodded in the direction of Duke.

"This is ..." Duke and Queen Greek were surprised at the same time.

If, like history, Thorim was caught brainwashing. Even if the coalition forces educate him with Azeroth with old fists, it will give the player a maximum of 10% attack power.

That's all.

now what?

A set of wind-based Titan Rune Formations!

It's not a gift, it's a pure loan. In the sea of ​​spiritual consciousness, Torim indicated that for three days temporarily lent to Duke and Queen Greek, as long as sufficient wind elements were injected, the corresponding Titan-based thunderstorm magic could be launched.

This is the original wind magic that fits perfectly into the world of Azeroth!

Without the user's transfer, even if Thorim is killed, these complex rune formations will disappear on the spot as the Guardian falls.

If you had to mark a value for these runes, it would be priceless!

It is said to be given for three days. As long as you have the ability to remember the rune arrangement and change rules inside, even if Torim retracts after three days, it can still greatly improve the control of the two wind elements of Duke.

Of course, for a shameless person with a system wizard, then this is 100% stolen learning.

On the surface, Duke is now a true saint.

"Then I will borrow it."

Duke was completely true to his heart, after all, in his opinion, this was the reward that Thorim had entrusted him to save Ulduar. As for whether Titan will come to the door to go back at that time ... Ha ha, the Titans are physically ashes, and only the soul Titans are too slow to pass power at that time, will ask Duke to go back?

Sylvanas next to her eyes closed, immersed in this wonderful experience. It wasn't long, it was more than half a minute, and when she opened her eyes again, she could see a faint flash of electric light even in the depths of her eyes.

Queen Greek said to Duke in a very calm tone: "Duke, I want to challenge Freya alone!"

Duke shrugged: "Actually I think you can get rid of that 'think'. You have already decided."

Queen Greek glared: "Please, I'm asking for your opinion. If you resolutely oppose, I will give up."

Duke watched the person around him, with his hands resting on her extremely flexible shoulders: "From the first day I knew you, I knew you were destined to break through the storm and fly into the sky, instead of a willing sea eagle Sing songs and beautiful feathers in canopies in exchange for human refuge in canaries. So challenge yourself, as long as you remember me, remember your sisters and compatriots.

Sylvanas squirmed a bit, and finally turned it into a sentence: "I will."

Then, he gave Duke a charming, persevering back, which was going away.

Obviously, there is a burden that dares to carry the future of tens of millions of fellow elves. This British spirit, in the sky and underground, is only a few people.

Suddenly, Duke smiled bitterly: "It is clear that you can eat by appearance, but by strength ..."

In the Guardian Temple area, nearly a quarter of the north is a huge courtyard where there are tree-lined trees, two large lakes in the south and one north, and a beautiful stream connecting the two lakes.

That is the life greenhouse where the goddess of life Freya is.

This greenhouse is so huge, with huge trees that can reach the sky, exaggerated to have the size of a house, so that Freya, who is ten feet tall, is not obtrusive at all.

Originally Freya was in it, walking slowly, wandering by the lake, listening to the sounds of various life.

Suddenly, the giantess's face changed.

She looked at an arrow with an extremely surprised look. This arrow, like a meteor from the sky, penetrated through the layers of green light permeating the atmosphere of the greenhouse and flew at her.

"Is it Torim !?" The surprised silver woman quickly turned into a scream.

The huge body had no possibility of dodging at all, no, her shoulders seemed to be sucked in, almost letting the sharp arrow containing the supreme thunder law pass through her chest.

However, at the last moment, she used the power of her life law to offset that gravitational force, which made her squat suddenly, barely avoiding the danger of this dangerous arrow.

Even so, from the **** hole in the left stern collarbone, you can still see the back of her body completely penetrated.

The life greenhouse of the bird's language and fragrance, silently with Freya's scream. There was only a faint cloud of thunder and lightning in front of him, and the cloud gave a scorching smell to the air.

In the next moment, the green mist was dispersed by a strong wind.

Only a small, shapely female figure stood on the green hillside at the southern gate.

Obviously her figure is so small, but in Freya's eyes, she is taller than the guardians.

Because of that blow!

Freya's face became a bit abnormal, and the light from the wound was still stimulating Freya's nerves.

Maybe it's nothing for a heroic warrior. But Freya seemed to be dying of her parents, no, it looked like she was dug out of her ancestor's grave, and stared hard at that girl.

"Who are you !?" The high-pitched voice was already shrill!