Bang bang bang"

The swaying sound of the ground echoed in the deepest caverns of Ulduar, a murky cavern just a wall away from Yog-Saron's final seal, and the bloodied appearance had already been swept away by the industrious Darkblade Knights.

Every heavily armed knight here knows very well that his boss is a clean-minded man, and he hates a messy battlefield that makes him feel bad, and no madman in Azeroth would like to see him when he's in a bad mood... That's something that must be avoided, especially at this juncture.

The most trusted Lords of Death are guarding the periphery, ensuring that no one will break into this area that has been completely under martial law, and Tyrion sits on the dark blue throne that he has shaped with death energy, until this moment, the Great Lord is still busy with some official business, he is holding a plan with only a code name and no name, and is looking through the pages one by one, this is an operation planned by the Dark Blade Intelligence Bureau, and the Great Lord only mentioned the target, and did not intervene in it at all.

And on the one-legged table made of cold ice in his hand, there were several other plans.

Therefore, the leader has never been a simple position, even before he is about to start the knife, he has to deal with the work at hand.

On the other side of the High Lord's throne, deeper in the crypt, Rai, the Great Guardian, is having a "friendly" "conversation" with Vizaks, the last Krasis general loyal to Yog-Saron.

The two sides talked very devotedly, the blood of the talk was splashed, the flesh and blood of the talk were flying, the talk was devastating, and the talk was miserable...

Twenty-five thousand years ago, it was the two brothers of Vezax who killed Rai's brother Tyr in the Tirisfal Glade under the dark orders of Yog Saron, the only known Guardian who died heroically in battle, and the news made the awakened Rai extremely painful, and that unbearable self-blame turned into uncontrollable anger and absolute murderous intent in this dark crypt.

Rai is not a man who likes to use weapons to settle disputes, he is completely different from his brother, the warlike Odin, but he is such a sane guardian, and after the anger rises, the combat power and the indifferent slaughter and blow are really eye-opening... As for General Vezaks, who will feel grief for its death?

Not even its owner, Yog-Saron, is the end of a dark and fallen creature... Even if he died, no one misses it, of course, considering Crasthis's unique life form, even if the great guardian Rai who really made a ruthless move, it would take a lot of effort to completely destroy it, but it didn't matter, this was what Rai wanted to do.

It was only in the midst of the flesh and blood of the ugly creature flying in front of him, in its screams, that the Great Guardian could feel a slight relaxation in his overwhelmed mind... He wasn't a vicious soul, he didn't take pleasure in cruelty, but now, he was willing to extend this execution, not to torture his opponent, but to make this Krasis a whetstone, sharpening Rai's edge more and more until... Face Yog Saron!

And then all the pain in his heart, all the anger, all the dazed... Vent them all!

But, anything, whether it is happiness or pain, it is a process, and there is a process, there is a result, there is a beginning, there is an end, after screaming for nearly 30 minutes, the dark creature that does all kinds of evil finally ushered in the final liberation... Lay's "merciful" swing of the sword severed its neck, and then lifted the ugly head with its bloody spine from the Crasis' body.

The white spine dragged on the ground, and as Rai walked, there was a muffled crashing sound, and a green, corrosive liquid trail was pulled... It looks very weird.

Rai shrunk his body, he held the same shrunken skull, his metal fingers moving, he looked at the Great Lord leaning on the throne, flipping through the complicated papers, and at this moment, the Great Guardian's eyes became complicated when he looked at the Great Lord.

"I... Going to give it to you. ”

Lay whispered:

"It's a trophy, and in the memories left to us by the Titans, giving away loot is a way to show kindness, because without you, all this... New goals, new missions, happy revenge, and the real fulfillment of duties cannot be achieved... I thank you, Tyrion, and all my brothers will thank you. ”

The High Lord glanced at the skull belonging to Crasis in Rai's hand, and he shook his head:

"Thanks, I got it, you can keep this thing for yourself... It doesn't quite fit my wife's aesthetic and me, and if I hang this thing in the bedroom, the kids will be scared and can't sleep. ”

The Great Lord's answer made the Great Guardian Lai, who was surging with complicated emotions in his heart, embarrassed for a moment, but considering that the Great Lord might be telling the truth, Rai did not show a very angry look, and as soon as he grabbed it with his left hand, the dark green steel sword wrapped with thunder light appeared in his hand.

He pressed the skull in his hand to the hilt of the sword in a rude form, and under the scorching flames of the thunder jump, soon, the skull of Clarsis was "imprinted" on the sword, and in the surge of the power of the shaper, it became the unique decoration of this broad-bladed sword, and the slender white spine stretched in the center of the blade, adding a touch of domineering to this already hideous blade.

"Well, it's a bit of a warrior."

The Great Lord watched this scene, and he supported his chin with his left hand and commented softly:

"That's it, let your anger flow, let your extraordinary power work for you, let that noble goal become your motivation, and then slash everything that stands in your way... You are already qualified to walk with me. ”

"Then my brother Odin must fit your image of a warrior very well."

Lai waved the sword in his hand, and in the sound of the wind breaking with thunder in the whistling, he whispered:

"He is the best warrior among us, and he has some ideas similar to yours, and after solving Ulduar's troubles, perhaps we should go and release him from that long captivity, and he will also give his strength to our righteous cause, he will not refuse."

"Odin?"

Hearing this name, a hint of sarcasm flashed across the Great Lord's face, and he shook his head:

"No, he's not suitable, he's just a tyrant, a superficial warrior, I don't trust him, I'll do it my way... Transform him. ”

"Huh?"

Rai's eyes blinked, and he asked:

"Why do you think this way?"

"Because I can't trust a monster who can twist his adopted daughter with his own hands!"

The Great Lord picked up the document again without a trace of fireworks, and he leaned back on his throne and replied softly:

"What kind of father would do such a frenzied act? If he has no feelings for his loved ones, how much can I expect him to love the world and how much he loves his future comrades-in-arms? Do you understand? Raye, I'm a traditional badass, a villain, but I also have my own bottom line... And your brother Odin, he... No! ”

"I thought you and Hela were in a hostile relationship."

Lay was silent for a moment, then asked:

"Will you pity her too?"

This question caused the High Lord to pause as he looked through the papers, and he looked at the Broken Isles, the magical image at the entrance to the Hell attached to the documents in front of him, and he whispered:

"It has nothing to do with mercy, except for the appearance of the madwoman and the dangerous power she wields, Hela is nothing more than a poor woman, destroyed by the hands of her adored father, forced to sacrifice for a great purpose... Hehe, sometimes I really feel that you guardians are like a bunch of monsters without a heart! ”

"And Odin, the one who looks most like a monster among you..."

"And what will you do with him?"

There was a hint of solemnity in Rai's voice:

"Odin's power is even stronger than mine, and I don't want to see the power of the co-guardian Elune weakened due to infighting, so if you can, you may be able to let me go and fight him first..."

"No!"

Before Rai could finish his words, he was categorically rejected by the Great Lord, he raised his wrist, looked at the time of the mechanical watch, and looked up at the constantly swaying strata in the sky above, he did not look at the Great Guardian, he said:

"I'm trying to find a way to deal with it that everyone is happy with, but absolutely none of them are sending people to make peace... Odin and Valhalla, it's not enough for me to send messengers, the mortals are about to finish their work, tell Thorim that it's time to start preparing to break the seal. ”

"It's time to have a good chat with His Excellency Yug Saron."

The Grand Lord put down the papers, and a flash of pleasure flashed in his ice-blue eyes:

"I'm sure Your Excellency Yug Saron must have been impatient with the impatience of anticipation."

Seeing that the High Lord seemed reluctant to discuss the issue of Odin and Hela too much, the Great Guardian Rai knew that in the High Lord's heart, there must have been a way to deal with it, and after a moment of thought, he still decided not to get involved, because what Tyrion said seemed to have some truth.

Rai had met Hela, who was still well-behaved at that time, and the Sea Witch, full of courage and glory, was the most spiritual second generation of the Titans, but now, Hela has become the terrifying Queen of Hades, and the cruelty of what happened must be beyond the imagination of the Great Guardian.

Moreover, he is very familiar with the character of his brother Odin, who is not a guardian who is willing to be subservient to others, but now it seems that at least in terms of saving the world, what Tyrion has done has far exceeded Odin's plan, and most importantly, Elune trusts Tyrion, not Odin.

Yes, Yug Saron did wait "impatiently". ”

Lai glanced at the door of the cell in front of him, which was closed by the quadruple seal, and he held the white bone sword, and he whispered:

"For the past 45 minutes, it has been trying to break through the protective seal that my brothers put on the inner core of the Forge of Will, and it has tried a full 175 times, but these amazing mortal warriors have bought us enough time to lay out, and it is clear that this ancient creature is afraid, like a wild dog driven to a dead end... Oh, that's rare. ”

"Ah, my friend Rai."

The High Lord stood up, the throne behind him quickly dissipated into pure death energy and reintegrated into his body, he moved his arm, he turned his head, and said to Rai with a smile:

"Don't belittle our opponent so much, it's rude, though I think it's scared... It really should be scared, right? ”

"Since that's the case, I can't help but ask."

Rai walked forward with the High Lord as he walked towards the gate that had begun to dissolve the seal, and he asked:

"I've seen the soul of Cthun in a cage in the Dead Realm, and I don't think you can't feel its changes... The cunning Elder God wasn't as "weak" as it seemed, and I guess you were just letting it go, probably planning something? Right? ”

"Ah, you're a... Well, big clever ghost. ”

The High Lord's two wrists flicked outward, and the dark and heavy Ash Messenger appeared in his left hand, and the gloomy and cold Apocalypse, or Death Bringer, appeared in his right hand, and he felt the weight of the weapon that he had not held for a long time, and a layer of cold death power slowly covered the Great Lord's body.

In the midst of the surge of blue mist, a set of dark dragon armor glowing with the light of death appeared above the High Lord's body, and above his head, a cold crown of frost hovered above his long gray-white hair.

In a deep voice, he said:

"Yes, the former Cthun, the current Yog Saron, and the future Enzos, they all have their own destiny, and that destiny will be woven by my own hands, I am curious... Will the fallen Titans hate the Void as much as they did before? ”

"They will also be my weapons, they will be my soldiers, they will be my vanguard... Whether they like it or not, this is their fate in the future! ”

After saying that, the fourfold ancient god seal that shone in front of the Great Lord's eyes suddenly dissipated like a drifting light at this moment, and Tyrion stepped forward and kicked on the sealing stone door in front of him, and the moment the black, carved dark red thorns and skull pattern combat boots touched the sealing door, it was like a large-yield bomb bursting on this stone door.

"Bang"

The scattered stones roared and scattered towards the space inside the seal, and the High Lord with the Dark Twin Blades stepped into the cage that had been sealed for hundreds of thousands of years, as if he were greeting.

"Yog-Saron... Your good friend Elune asked me to say hello. ”

"Grab a bite to eat, and..."

"Let's hit the road."