Lorcan, seated on the Guardian's Throne, could clearly hear shouts of slaughter coming from the antechamber.

The Guardian of Wisdom could feel that the aura of the cunning flame giant Volkan had vanished, which meant that the Crucible Hall had been breached, and that the aura of his loyal General Biagri had become much weaker, which meant that the Lightning Antechamber might soon fall, and that the rebellious flesh and blood mortals had burst out with combat prowess, and that Lorcan was surprised.

He felt that maybe he should re-examine the power of these "degenerates", perhaps, with the blessing of the so-called "free" will, they are no more fragile than steel life, perhaps, it is this deviant "free" will that allows these flesh and blood creatures to perform some "miracles" that should not occur?

"Well, an appreciative effort, but pointless."

Although it may be that those mortals will rush into this sacred hall soon, Lorcan is not anxious or afraid, he was born a guardian, he has seen the despair of the world before it falls into the dark precipice, he has also participated in the battle to save the world order, that is the real battle of the gods, this little scene in front of him, for Lorcan, is not even a warm-up.

And he didn't want to surrender himself to fight those stupid flesh creatures...

That's not what a Guardian should do.

Picking up his scepter, Lorcan stood up and walked into the depths of the Hall of Lightning, a cage for the "prisoners" captured in the Battle of Domination, where he and the mechanical guardian Mimiron had captured the Tide Hunter Neptulon with their own hands, a glorious victory, a victory worthy of praise.

It was the glory of the War of Domination, and as a Guardian of Wisdom, Lorcan was a spellcaster, and for a while, he was interested in elemental magic, so he captured some powerful elements from the already closed elemental realms to study the mysteries of the elements, and now, those captured elements have withered over thousands of years, or have been sent back to the elemental realms, and only the last one is left in the cage before Lorcan's eyes.

And one of the most powerful..."Collectibles".

"Bang"

Loken's fingers flicked in the air, and the pure Titan energy was like a key, opening the elemental cage in front of him, under the gaze of his blue eyes, in the empty cage in front of him, a light wind began to flow, and soon, with dazzling blue lightning, a strange wind element appeared in front of Locan's eyes.

"Ionar, my proudest test subject..."

The Guardian of Wisdom looked at the Wind and Thunder Elemental in front of him, which perfectly fused the power of the Titan, and he rubbed his chin and said to the Storm Elemental in front of him:

"Go, show your power to the ignorant mortals, and don't let them, disturb me..."

"Go ahead."

Under Lorcan's instructions, the wandering wind and thunder elemental disappeared into the hall of Lorcan's light and stars, and the special nature of the wind elemental Ionar was destined to buy Lorcan enough time for the Guardian of Wisdom to accomplish what he was supposed to do.

"Tear up"

The sound of thunder and lightning tearing through the air, and the screams of the flesh creatures, reached Locan's ears, giving the Guardian a satisfied smile as if Ionar had begun a battle with the mortals.

Elemental creatures are already extremely good at tug-of-war, and with Ionar's special powers, those flesh creatures will have to pay great casualties to enter this last temple, but Lorcan is not a thug who takes pleasure in cruelty after all, he didn't stay here for long to appreciate the tragic state of those arrogant mortals before they died, he had more important things to do.

Lorcan traversed the empty halls and made his way to the deepest part of the Hall of Lightning, which, like the Hall of Rocks, had a console for manipulating the Forge of Will and the Creator's Engine, but judging by the traces on it, it hadn't been used in a long time.

Lorcan's hand caressed the quaint console, and at the touch of his managerial privileges, the console's shell popped open, revealing the intricate buttons within.

The control of the two Thunderforge legions under the Hall of Lightning has been remotely locked by Aronnaya on the side of the Rock Hall, even Loken can't go against the procedures set up by Mimiron at the beginning, and he can't open the locked permissions here, but Loken doesn't want to liberate those two legions to completely bury the mortals who dare to violate his majesty, he is not so boring.

What he's going to do now is simple...

He wants to completely destroy the Crurge of Will.

When Ulduar was first built, the Guardians created two creation engines in the City of Titans, namely the Forge of Origin and the Forge of Will, which would work together to absorb the free energy of the stars and channel the energy of the universe to the sleeping souls of the world.

The Crucible of Will, located in the Stormcrag, shapes the Soul's budding perception, while the Forge of Origin regulates the rhythm of the world's pulsation, enhancing the Soul's form at each stage.

In an easy-to-understand way, these two world furnaces are equivalent to the cradle of the Star Soul Elune, and as long as they function properly, the Star Soul can grow healthily.

In times of war, the Forge of Will has another function, which is to coordinate the operation of the Creator's engine, so that a steady stream of Thundercast soldiers can be created from that engine, and these steel soldiers who were contaminated with the energy of Titans when they were created have a restraining effect on void creatures such as the Elder Gods, who defeated the Dark Empire built by the Elder Gods in the world.

So, after Lorcan was corrupted by the whispers of Yog-Saron, the Guardian of Wisdom single-handedly destroyed the order of the Guardian system, but he was alone in the Hall of Lightning, just to prevent the Creator Engine from being reactivated... Even Yog-Saron is terrified of the Thundercast Soldiers who have destroyed everything, endlessly.

But now that the mortals have invaded the Hall of Lightning, and the traitor of Elonnaya is on their side, Lorcan can be sure that the mortals may have mastered the secrets of the world's crucible, and although he is unwilling to follow the dark order of Yog-Saron, and although he still has the will to resist in his heart, he also does not want to see the Forge of Will fall into the hands of mortals and the Creator Engine reopened... Once the mortals take control of the Thunderforge Legion, then the impregnable Ulduar is also in danger of being captured.

Yog-Saron will not allow this future to emerge, so he must destroy the Crucible of Will before he withdraws Ulduar, at least to make it non-functional.

"I advise you not to do this..."

Just as Locan's finger was about to press the button on the counter, a calm voice sounded behind Locan, and the aura of death contained in the voice made the Guardian subconsciously turn his head, and then he saw the High Lord Tyrion walking out of the silent hole in the Dead Realm Passage, who was holding the Staff of Mist and looking at him with a cold gaze.

There was a hint of sternness and warning in that gaze.

"What you have in your hands means a lot to me and my brothers."

Tyrion, who had been following the Stormcrag War, and finally intervened at this time, whispered:

"If it's broken even a little bit, I'm in a very bad mood, so... Take your hand away and step aside, I'm not in the mood to talk to you right now. ”

"Who are you?"

Lorcan felt the threat coming from the Great Lord's back, it was the feeling that no matter what form of life it was, it would feel when facing the essence of death, like the sting of putting a finger into a candle flame, like the fear of standing on the edge of a cliff, like the threat of being held to the neck by a knife.

It's a very uncomfortable feeling, and you can't help but want to fight back.

"It doesn't matter who I am."

Ignoring the spark of Titan power that shone from Locan's hand, Tyrion walked over to the console and whispered:

"It's like you don't mean who you are... I've heard your title is Guardian of Wisdom? That means you have the best intelligence among the Guardians, but it probably doesn't seem to me to be..."

"You're messing with Yug Saron, and this behavior really doesn't make me understand, you see..."

The Great Lord asked slowly:

"I've always thought that wisdom is always the most precious thing in the world, and if you call yourself the guardian of wisdom, if you think you've got it, then you still feel like you're lacking something, so much so that you take refuge in Yog-Saron?"

"But it seems to me that even at this moment, you still act like you lack wisdom, so I wonder what you have gained from your dark master?"

This bitter taunt made a flash of irritation in Lorcan's blue eyes, he took a step forward, protecting the console behind him, he held the scepter in both hands, and looked at the ant-like great lord in front of him, he shouted loudly:

"You foolish mortal, what do you know! Yog-Saron showed me a dark future in which there is no me, no you, no everything... Have you ever felt true despair? Have you ever seen the tragedy of the extinction of all things? I'm protecting you, I'm protecting the world in my own way! Do you think you're smarter than I am? ”

"Look at that."

The Great Lord smiled sarcastically, and he flicked his fingers:

"Aren't the Titans all dead? Isn't it your Creator who has been annihilated? What's the secret? You so-called Guardians are all equally cowardly fools, and the death of the Titans has shattered all your will and persistence, revealing your childlike fragility! ”

Speaking of this, the Great Lord said in a comical tone:

"Ah, the Titan is dead, we are not saved, this world is not saved, so I shall quickly kneel before the Elder God and ask for its blessing so that I can continue to live... Think of the chaotic order as a substitute to fill the emptiness of the heart, and use greedy folly to justify itself. ”

"It's... Stupidity! ”

Tyrion's voice became extremely cold at this moment:

"Fuck off! Lorcan, you're not qualified to stand in front of me and make a big fuss... Even as a scumbag, you're a crappy and unqualified liar and a coward... Of course, you weren't my problem from the start! ”

"So, what are you waiting for? The Avengers..."

With the summoning of the Great Lord, three people in black cloaks walked out of the passage of the Dead Realm behind the Great Lord, like three shadows shrouded in cloaks, and the moment they stepped into the ground of the lightning hall, the cloaked man at the head reached out and uncovered his hood, revealing the face cast in bronze and steel.

And that face made the angry Lorcan extremely frightened at this moment.

He staggered back a few steps like a bear child who had done something wrong and was discovered by his parents, and he pointed to the face, and he screamed loudly:

"Rai! No way... It can't be, you've been... You're not already... Missing? ”

"I am sorry that my cowardice has brought such a terrible disaster to my brothers... When I woke up from that long period of self-remorse, I was shocked to find that everything I had cherished had died! ”

Rai walked forward, his body swelling with each step, and after a few steps, he had turned back into the giant he had been before, the great guardian had a thunderbolt wrapped around his body, and he looked at Lorcan in front of him with a look of regret and anger, and he shouted loudly:

"I'm sorry and shocked, Loken! The wisest brother of us, how could you do such an ugly thing... Tyr, the bravest and most upright of all of us, you assassinated him! Why! ”

"It's not me! Not me! ”

In the face of Lay's questioning, Lorcan, who had a calm face just now, panicked at this time, he was like a liar who wanted to cover up, he waved his hand, kept retreating, and explained incoherently:

"It was Yug Salon! Not me! I tried to alert Tyr, but he didn't listen to my explanation, and he assigned his men to steal the Nogannon Disk, and Yog-Saron fears the possible arrival of the Celestial Guardian Algalon, who awakens its most evil warrior and murders Tyr! ”

"But all this has nothing to do with me!"

"You're lying!"

The Shaper Azadas, who was following Lay, was completely enraged by Loken's clever tongue at this moment, and he stepped forward, holding the scepter of shaping, and pointed at the even more ugly Lorcan and rebuked loudly:

"What did you say to Chief Tyr's request for you to put the bigger picture in mind and let him enter Ulduar and reawaken the Guardians who were already in utter disarray?"

"I was at the side of Chief Tyre, and I could hear it clearly, you laughed at us, called us "delusional", and you persuaded us to obey you, to obey Yog-Saron, and you said that "the flame of hope has been extinguished"! ”

Faced with the disappointed and angry expressions of Rai and Azadas, Lorcan knew that all arguments were useless, and he gripped the scepter in his hand, intending to fight to the death again.

However, just then, the last silent hooded man stepped forward, he lifted his hood, revealing his handsome face, and in the midst of the thunder, Torim removed his terrifying warhammer Umir from his back, and aimed the thunderous hammer at the even more ugly Lorken in front of him, and the infatuated guardian asked in a dead tone:

"Tell me, my brother..."

"My wife Sif ... Who killed him? ”

"Isn't it... You? ”