The Snowflow Plains have found many, many allies on the side of the Mortal Alliance, and the mortals are tightly twisted into a rope under the guidance of a lofty goal, and at the level of the Guardians, Elonnaya, who is on the side of the Alliance, sees that the strength of the mortals is increasing day by day, and they can already confront the Thunderforge Legion under the command of Lorcan, which makes her breathe a sigh of relief.

Standing on the snowy slopes of the Snowflow Plains, she watched the scrappy mortal legions stationed in this sacred land of creation, and saw these weak flesh creatures unite to form a force that she even had to look at, this epic war of ants against giants made the female guardian feel the blood surging, and she was inspired by the indomitable mortals, and she finally made a decision.

It's time to find the Guardian's allies!

Before leaving, Alonnaya instructed Muradin and Brian on a few things, and quietly left the Snowflow Plains on a snowy morning, heading towards the Storm Temple in the southern part of the Storm Cliffs.

It was the temple of Torim the Storm Keeper, the one who had been lonely on the top floor of his Storm Temple for thousands of years, if not nearly 10,000 years, when his wife's will to die and who had been set a trap by the traitor Loken.

This is a sensual and lonely guardian.

For thousands of years, he watched the changes of the entire Stormcrags, he was unwilling to meddle in anything, not even to pay attention to his own family, the Veku people who lived in the Stormcrags, the war of the Guardian Clans that Loken provoked tens of thousands of years ago, and the Viku people here have been fighting a never-ending war with the ice giants living in the mountains northeast of the Stormcrags.

Torim is the god of storms, thunder and lightning, and the hunt, as his clan calls him highly, and legend has it that the angry Storm Guardian single-handedly unleashed a storm of lightning that could even confront the wind elemental army of Orakir, and in the battle of domination that year, Torim was also one of the Guardians, and every time he rode his powerful Thunderbolt Ancestor Dragon Mother Verannath across the battlefield, the warhammer Umir wielded in his hand would summon all the thunderbolts that would drown all his enemies in the storm and thunder.

Even those who dared to provoke Thorim survived the first air strike, and when they tried to fight the mighty Torim in hand-to-hand combat, the two powerful Titan Warrior Wolves Hatti and Sunrise who were domesticated by Torim would follow their brave masters into battle, and no enemy could hold out to the end under the attack of Thorim and his beasts... For tens of thousands of years, Torim has not lost a single war.

The Storm Keeper was a benevolent and majestic ruler while he was still sane, and he protected the Viku tribe of the Stormcrags, even when they were cursed by the flesh, a protection etched in the bones of the local Viku clan, and his clans did not abandon him even after the collapse of Thorim's will.

The most powerful Viku tribe in the region, the female Viku warriors of Brunhilda, hold a grand hunting ceremony every year, and only those who have hunted the most and best prey are eligible to ride the Storm Progenitor Dragon and soar through the skies of the Storm Temple, eager to be favored by their god Torim...

Well, this Viku tribe also appeared when Brian introduced Zhou Zhuo to the Storm Crags environment... This is the tribe of she-wolves who can catch men.

Yes, there are only women and no men in this tough Viku tribe.

Riding on the Progenitor Dragon and soaring over the Temple of Storms, calling Thorim's name, is also a tradition in the village of Brünnhilda, where it is said that tens of thousands of years ago, Thorim's wife, Sif was favored by Thorim and became the sacred and noble spouse of the Guardian... So this tradition has continued, but it is a pity that Thorim, who is still saddened by his wife's death, has no interest in choosing a second wife.

He was like a stone statue, so quiet on his throne that he hadn't even moved his body for thousands of years, and even his most loyal hound, Days, was so lonely that he would sometimes sneak up on some part of the Stormy Cliffs to have fun.

And today, on this very ordinary, nothing to remember at all, Torim's 10,000-year loneliness has finally come to an end, albeit in the form of this end, slightly problematic.

——————————————————————————————

"Wow"

The cold and sword-like winds of the Storm Cliffs became docile at this moment, and they gently blew up the cloak of the mysterious visitor, as if to show their respect to the noble one, and under that cloak, revealing a bronze body of steel, the two visitors wearing the cloak, jumped from behind the Storm Ancestor Dragon, who had always been violent but now extremely docile, and landed on the devastated hall of the Storm Temple.

The Guardians of Ulduar have their own temples throughout the Storm Crags, serving as wartime fortresses, and the Storm Temples stand like pillars above the earth, reaching a height of more than 200 yards, from which you can even see the shadow of the Titan City of Ulduar in the distance.

And before the eyes of the two visitors, in the center of the palace, which had been in ruins because no one had cleaned it for a long time, on the throne entwined with faint storms and lightning, the handsome guardian made of steel, adorned with lightning gems, and with a crown of winged heads, Torim, as if asleep, supported his face with his left hand, his eyes closed, and on that handsome face, his brow furrowed, as if he had dreamed of something bad.

The Storm Keeper's vigilance had dropped to the extreme of his solitude, and he hadn't even noticed the two uninvited visitors until one of them coughed lightly.

"Ahem... My brother. ”

Rai reached out to untie his hood, he looked at Torim in front of him, and he said in a deep voice:

"Dream, it's time to wake up!"

The voice of the Great Guardian Rai seemed to have some kind of magic, and under his call, Torim, who had been sleeping for thousands of years, opened his eyes a few seconds later, and the decadent Guardian who woke up like a dream subconsciously lowered his head and saw the Great Guardian who had shrunk his body and stood in front of him like a mortal... The leader of the Guardians that he hadn't seen in tens of thousands of years, Rai!

This made Thorim suddenly think that he was not awake yet, and he reached out and patted his face, making a sound of steel clashing.

Thorim's doubts were normal, because even before he collapsed, in Ulduar, more than 20,000 years ago, Rai's whereabouts had become mysterious, the Great Guardian seemed to have suffered some kind of calamity, he had not been in contact with Ulduar for thousands of years, and the troops sent by Lorcan to search for Rai in the south of the world had found nothing, and the Great Guardian had mysteriously disappeared.

"I'm definitely hallucinating..."

Thorim's voice was as low as lightning and thunder, just like his title, but there was a hint of decadence in that voice, and he stood up from the huge throne and took a step forward with some unaccustomed attitudes, Thorim's body shrank rapidly, and soon became a human size like Rai.

The three of them looked at each other like dwarfs standing in a giant's palace.

"Venerable Rai, is it really you?"

Torim stretched out his hand, as if intending to touch Rai's body to confirm that he really existed, but was blocked by Rai's hand, the Great Guardian was not used to letting others touch his new body, after all, it was the constructed body that Sargeras had used, and who knows if there was any curse left in it.

Behind Leh, Azadas, the Shaper, who had been as faithful as he had been 10,000 years ago, stepped forward and shouted to Torim:

"This is the Great Guardian, Torim, we are here today for something that we need your help with!"

Turning his head to look at Azadas, who had a new body, he said with some emotion:

"Ah, Azadas the Shaper, the last time we met was more than twenty thousand years ago, I'm sorry I couldn't help you when you were hunted by the mad Iron Legion, and when my clan reported it to me, and when I rushed to help, the venerable Tyr, he had... Alas, that was a tragedy. ”

"That's not a tragedy, Torim!"

Hearing Thorim mention what happened twenty-five thousand years ago, a flash of anger flashed across Azadas's rock-shaped face, and he shouted:

"That's a conspiracy! An ugly betrayal and ambush! Lorcan betrayed us, Torrim, and he is behind all this! The war between the Fire Giants and the Ice Giants, the slaughter of the Earth Spirits by the Iron Dwarves, the spread of the Flesh Curse, the disintegration of the Guardians, the death of Chief Tyr, and even... Even your war with Angrim, the Ice Giant, is all a conspiracy of Loken! ”

"You're wrong!"

Thorim's eyes widened, and a flash of lightning gleamed in the corner of his eye, and the lonely guardian seemed unwilling to recall the sorrows of the past, and said with some pain:

"That's not a conspiracy! Angerem killed my wife, I avenged Sif for my life, and driven by the fire of rage, I made the wrong choice, which led to a war between the Storm Giants and the Ice Giants, which led to the Storm Giants being endangered, and the aftermath of that war still lingers on the Storm Crags today..."

"Look there!"

Pointing to the valley east of the Storm Temple, Torrim said with some wistfulness:

"I killed Angelim, the Lord of the Giants, I killed the leader of Hodir's favorite clan, causing my clan and the Ice Giants to fight each other for tens of thousands of years, and the hatred between the two sides has become completely unravelable, and I am the one to blame for the Guardian's disintegration, I know... But I don't regret it! And Loken, Loken was right. ”

"If Sif were alive and she saw me doing something like this for her, it would inevitably be a shame for Sif and she would be ashamed of me... That's why I chose self-exile, my brothers... I have done a real wrong, I have no face to return to Holy Ulduar, I can no longer face our brothers. ”

With that, the Storm Keeper was like an old mortal, his waist was a little rickety, he turned and walked to his throne, he waved his hand at Rai and Azadas behind him, and he whispered:

"That's it, let me die so lonely, this is the punishment I have given... I've ruined the order set by the Titans for the sake of my feelings, I'm a selfish person... I don't deserve to be one of you anymore. ”

Azadas's face was full of rage, and he stepped forward to refresh Torim, who was completely blinded by Lorcan's rhetoric and vicious thoughts, but was stopped by Lay.

The Great Guardian looked at the back of Torim in front of him, he could feel the pain and self-blame in Torim's heart, the brave Guardian in front of him was indeed confused by Lorcan, but the knot in his heart was set by himself, unless he saw the truth, unless he untied the knot himself, no one could persuade him to rejoin the battlefield with words.

And here's the problem... There seemed to be no time left for Thorim to untie his knot.

Mortals would attack the Hall of Lightning at any moment, and they had no idea that the elder god of Ulduar, Yog-Saron, had laid a trap for them, and that the whole of Ulduar might have fallen.

Rai must be the first to enter the city before the mortals enter Ulduar... Or help mortals when they are about to fall.

The Great Guardian's heart still obeys the order of the Titans, not to mention that when he meets Elune, the sleeping planet spirit begs him to help and shelter these brave mortals, Elune knows better than anyone that this matter cannot be entrusted to the High Lord Tyrion...

It's not that she doesn't trust Tyrion...

If it was Tyrion, then the High Lord would only indifferently watch the mortals step into the trap, and even encourage them to move forward, and then happily harvest their brave souls, although it was also for Elune, but the Planet Spirit did not want to base their growth on the sacrifice of brave mortals for her.

"I know you're in pain, my brother."

Rai shook his head, he stepped forward, the black cloak on his body hunted in the wind, he looked at Thorim in front of him, he stretched out his left hand, and a steel war sword that danced with thunder and lightning jumped into the hands of the Great Guardian, and he said to Thorim, who was sitting on the throne:

"But unfortunately, there is no time left for you to feel sorry for yourself, I don't care what you have done before, I don't care what you are willing to do, those so-called mistakes are only minor problems for the current situation, I order you as the Great Guardian, you must rejoin the battlefield!"

"The world needs your strength, and you must join us in clearing out the traitor Lorcan and his followers and retaking Ulduar!"

"Or... I'm here to help you become a qualified Titan warrior again in another way! ”

Rai's wrist flipped, and in the midst of the sword wind whistling, he whispered:

"And I know that you want to see the truth, no matter how you use it!"

"The enemy is there! My brother, it's time to wield your sword. ”