If Lay and Azadas's questioning only completely dissipated Lorcan's attempt to argue.

Then the appearance of Thorim completely crushed the last string of reason in Lorcan's heart.

His forbidden relationship with Sif , the cruelty with which he killed Sif with his hands, the temptation he was made by Yog-Sharon to throw Sif into the snow of the Storm Cliffs, and the tragic death of Sif to cause the Guardian to collapse, this is the darkest secret in his heart, and he would rather never be known.

And the secret ... Secrets devour a soul from within, making him timid as a mouse, but he becomes cowardly.

It was his sins, it was the indelible scars in his soul, it was his most terrible despair, he could deceive others with his words, but he couldn't deceive himself... Every night he fell asleep, when he woke up from a nightmare, he would feel that Sif had a resentful soul wrapped around his body, never leaving...

He didn't know how to answer Torrim's questioning.

And the grievances and hatreds between the giants are like a wonderful revenge drama, which makes the big lord leaning on the operating table watch it with satisfaction, he likes this kind of fateful duel the most, he appreciates this tragic ending, and he never gets tired of watching it.

"I failed to protect my lover, I failed to protect my family."

Storm Keeper Thorim was awakened by the High Lord's "pain" before gluing his crumbling will together, and when he came to his senses, he immediately realized that the death of his beloved Sif was full of some kind of strangeness, and now, he must see the truth after this tragedy.

Touching the completely dim core of his mind hanging from his neck, Torrim looked at Lorcan, and said:

"I didn't do what a man has to do and must do well, I can't get rid of my frustration, that feeling makes me want to go crazy... I'm miserable, Lorcan, my brother, you were my most trusted brother, and in this hall we've been drinking and talking countless times... Now, tell me who killed Sif the hell! ”

Lorim's fingers began to tremble in the face of Thorim's almost supplicating questioning, and he wanted to continue to hide the dark and desperate secret, but in his heart, another voice was telling him, speak up, tell the horrible truth that had haunted him for tens of thousands of years.

Let it all end in this moment.

Because of this damn secret, he had killed too many people, Sif and Tyr, countless servants of the Order, and even himself, the righteous and wise guardian Loken, who had murdered the righteous man with his own hands, leaving behind only a shell that had survived for tens of thousands of years, and beneath that shell was a mass of will filled with darkness and corruption.

That can't even be called... Soul!

He has long since lost his soul.

"I..."

Lorcan lowered his head, his always proud face darkened at this moment, and after tens of thousands of years, in the face of his own leader, his brother, in the face of this judgment, he finally took off all his disguises.

"I killed her... I killed the woman I loved! Siff... My lover. ”

"You say... What the?! ”

Thorim's expression became extremely fierce at this moment, and he swung his war hammer and was about to rush over, but Rai reached out to stop him.

And Lorcan, like a prisoner who calmed himself down before he died, said in a lonely voice:

"Yes, Sif is your wife, yes, you chose her in the rites of the Viku, but do you really love her? Thorim? Do your spirits, battle-filled brains, really know what love is? ”

"Sif is lonely... I'm lonely too, and one day the stars will bloom in the eyes of all the Guardians, you think it's a prophecy, but I know, it's not! That represents the dawn of a dark age, and the Titans are dead! I foresaw that horrible truth, and that pressure almost crushed me! ”

Lorcan looked up, he looked at Rai, at Azadas, at Thorim. He threw away his cane, clapped his hands on his chest, and shouted at his brothers in front of him in a heart-rending voice:

"I can't tell you about it, because I know you can't bear the pain of losing your Creator! I could only suffer in silence, and the wisdom given to me by the Titans became a punishment, making me miserable every day, and it was at that time that I met Sif ... It was love at first sight! ”

"I've been trysts with Sif for hundreds of years, and you, you didn't even notice all this, you didn't care about her at all! You only treat her as your trophy! It's like all that pointless trash you bring back when you're out hunting! And I, love her! ”

Lorcan covered his face with his hands:

"But even so, she still doesn't want to leave you, she doesn't want to make our relationship public, I quarrel with her, but she desperately defends you! Thorim! You lucky bastard, I'm jealous of you, and that jealousy makes me almost mad and makes me do evil things..."

"When I wake up, when I see Sif lying in a pool of blood... I was devastated. ”

The Guardian of Wisdom no longer has the posture of a Guardian, and he slumped at the edge of the hall, like an old dog whose backbone had been broken, and he said in a gloomy voice:

"I was terrified, I knew that once Sif 's death was revealed, all friendship between me and you would be gone, and at that time, all the Guardians would be tormented by the illusion of their hearts, and once our conflict was exposed, the whole of Ulduar would fall apart in an instant, and I didn't know what to do, and it was then that Sif 's soul appeared... She told me that she didn't blame me and that she forgave me. ”

"She told me what to do, she told me to cover it up with other things, so I did her and put her body into the kingdom of the frost giants, and I tell you that it was the frost giants who murdered her, and you also lived up to expectations and started the war, and this matter was covered up..."

"The war has begun, and Sif who has been by my side has disappeared, and she might... Maybe it never existed, and maybe, what has always talked to me is just the dark side of my heart... Maybe Yug Saron. ”

Lorcan's voice grew deeper and deeper, and his self-description entered a state of incoherence at this moment:

"I don't want to kill him! I don't want to hurt Tyr, I respect him, what he did for the world, I told myself that as long as he didn't come back to Ulduar, I wouldn't care about him, but he came back anyway... He pretended to quarrel with me, but I was horrified when he sent his lieutenant to sneak into Ulduar and take the Nogannon disc. ”

"I can't believe what will happen once Algalon returns to Azeroth and sees all this, a planetary observer like him is emotionless, he will only act according to his sanity, he will absolutely activate the Origin Crucible and reshape the whole world... I am not afraid of the punishment of the Pantheon, for the Pantheon is ruined! But I can't let Algalon spoil it all! ”

"I can't help it! Can you understand me? My brother, although I destroyed the Guardian, I joined forces with Hela to imprison Odin, I imprisoned those brothers who disobeyed me in Ulduar, but I am still a Guardian, I know that I can't just let it destroy the world like this, I can only join forces with Yog Saron. ”

"Tyr is dead... The last threatening Guardian is dead. ”

Lorcan held his head in pain, like a madman:

"But I'm in pain, I'm really in pain..."

Lorim's self-description made the three guardians in front of him not know what to do with the traitor who had broken his will, Torim's face was full of anger, maybe the next moment he would swing the war hammer and smash Lorcan's head, but he didn't do that, although Lorim was furious about the forbidden relationship between Lorcan and his wife, but looking at Lorcan who was shrunk in the corner in front of him, trembling, Torim couldn't swing the hammer anymore.

Rai, the Great Guardian let out a long sigh, and he looked at Locan, and he said in a deep voice:

"My brothers, we, the guardians, are not like our gods, nor are we mortals of flesh and blood, we are not like anyone else... We are special, we are born with a heavy responsibility, and after losing the guidance of the Titans, we will naturally have such and such thoughts and choices in the face of the chaos in front of us. ”

"At the end of the day, we don't really have our own lives and souls, everything we have is created, so I don't blame you! Because after I knew that tragic truth, I also fell into a self-collapse, and I am not qualified to judge you on behalf of justice, because I myself am not righteous. ”

Torim, who was standing beside Lay, was backed by the thunder-enwined Umir's warhammer, and the Storm Guardian spat viciously at Lorcan, scolding:

"You gloomy and sneaky smash, I can't believe that a madman like you has been bred among us, murdering brothers, destroying order, ruining the only reason for your own existence, what the hell are you... What kind of monster the hell! ”

In the face of Torim's scolding, the cloaked Locan showed a mocking smile, and he muttered to himself:

"I... I would also like to know, brother... I also want to know, what the hell am I..."

"Will you judge him? Brother, I give you this power! ”

In the face of Loken's answer, Torim, who was originally furious, suddenly lost his interest in revenge at this moment, and he handed the Umir in his hand to Azadas, saying:

"Even if I beg you, kill him for me, don't let me see that crazy face, I can't believe that my former brother has become like this..."

"Then let me do it!"

Azadas took the thunderous warhammer Umir, he strode towards Loken, the guardian who was cowering in the corner of the wall, with a broken will, did not fear, on the contrary, looked at the murderous Azadas, Lorcan moved his body, he knelt on the ground, raised his head, and faced the coming judgment with an eerie calm:

"Come on, put an end to this, end my pain."

Standing in front of Loken, who was kneeling in front of him, the shaper with a grim face, he raised his hammer in the air, and he shouted:

"It's for Captain Tyr! Loken, in the moment he died, he still had hope for you... And you, you failed him! You have failed your brother, you have failed the only great one who is willing to give everything for this world..."

"By this, I hereby pronounce my sentence!"

"Loken! Defector... Death penalty! ”

"Bang"

The whistling hammer slammed down, and the last of the pain on Lorcan's face froze in the midst of the thunderbolts, and the result of being unsuspectingly struck in the head by Umir was that the head of the rock was scattered in all directions, and a muddy thought core like a candle in the wind jumped and landed at the feet of the High Lord, and was then picked up by Tyrion leaning over.

The High Lord placed the dim core of his mind before his eyes, and in the glow of the Hall of Lightning, he admired the perfect diamond, and he whispered:

"Hmm... A satisfying revenge scene. ”

"This ugly soul is mine..."

"What do you want that madman's soul for?"

Torim glanced at Lorcan's headless body, and asked with a look of disgust on his face:

"Is that disgusting thing still a collector's item?"

"Crazy? You say he's crazy? ”

The Great Lord shook his head:

"No, on the contrary, poor Lorcan is just getting too close to the sober truth, and if you knew the truth about the Fall of Titan, you would only be more miserable than he was... Don't forget, Thorim, you're still in the "probationary period", and you can only get your body back as a vouch for Lai and Azadas, if you end up disappointing me..."

"I wouldn't mind "recycling" you too..."

After saying that, Tyrion listened to the shouts of killing coming from the hall getting closer and closer, he waved his hand, reached out and pressed the lock button on the console behind him, and the supreme authority of the planetary soul from Azeroth completely locked the connection between the console of the Lightning Hall and the Forge of Will at this moment.

The High Lord will not allow this to fall into the hands of mortals, this thing is too dangerous and too important, it must be contained by the Darkblade Legion.

"That's it! Go back, and then you can rest for a while, and then you will face the deep darkness of Ulduar. ”

Tyrion turned to the Guardians and said:

"Your performance will determine the future of your remaining compatriots, so if I were you, I would recharge my energy and show the best and the best!"

The arrogance of the Great Lord made the Storm Guardian a little unbearable, but now that the situation is stronger than people, he has to choose to bow his head, not to mention, Elune, the only remaining Titan in this group of stars, is still on Tyrion's side.

"It's time to go!"

The High Lord waved his hand to open the passage of the Dead Realm, and he stepped into it:

Let the "great and righteous" coalition soldiers clean up this mess, and they also need a victory to boost their fighting spirit. ”

"I'm looking forward to seeing what they're going to do next..."