Actually, this human is not slow. It's a pity that the temple is too huge, after all, the entire temple is built in the size of Titans.

The majesty in the eyes of the Titans is already a feeling that is almost boundless for human beings. Just entering the side gate of the temple, which cannot be called the main entrance, from the high platform outside the temple, is three times three, a total of nine football fields.

Estimated, from the portal to the throne of Torim, probably...... Let's walk five kilometers.

The guy who plays Storm and Thunder never has any chronic sons.

The giant sitting on the throne flicked his fingers, and a blanket made of thunder suddenly appeared under the little human's feet.

The thunder didn't hurt the human at all, but instead acted like a mount, carrying the human at high speed to the throne of Torim.

The thunder surrounded the giant, docile as a cat, except for the occasional crackling electric sound, there was no excess energy overflowing or causing damage or anything.

The giant spoke.

"I, Torimu, the guardian of the storm, sent a message to the Temple of the Dragon's Sleep, but how did I come to be an empty shell with no content?"

The young human smiled and bowed, "You can call me Mark Dooku, the man who once destroyed Sargeras in the greatest fortress of the Warping Void. Of course, you can also call me by my name in this world - Duke Marcus, the guardian of Azeroth. ”

With that, Duke looked through Mark Dooku's eyes at the Titan Guardian, who was no stranger to him.

Like most Guardians, Thorim has an extremely large body. In height, he was about the same as the giants of Alkavon, and he was up and down ten floors. His figure is more balanced than Alkavon's, more human-like.

The earth-colored skin is a little brownish, and it is immediately reminiscent of the earth.

A typical Chinese face, with a bit of a strange amount of pink and white hair that reaches to the chin, coupled with an extremely burly figure, and the huge war hammer that keeps blooming with thunder, the momentum of the entire Guardian comes out.

His shoulder armor, belt, gauntlets, and leg armor all have a circular decoration with blue edges and a white background, which looks like an incandescent lamp. Although it may seem a little ridiculous, anyone with a little sense of ability will feel the earth-shattering power of thunder contained in it.

As for his brown and black lace friezes, they are negligible.

Duke's words made Thorim's face straighten.

As a Titan Guardian, he doesn't care about anything outside the world. He only cares about his duties, and everything related to Titans.

By the time the Titans left Azeroth, Sargeras had betrayed the Pantheon, as Torim knew.

Duke, who can make the Pantheon traitors deflated, can naturally make him look high.

After a moment's hesitation, Thorim spoke: "Well, Duke Marcus, I admit that you have the right to talk to me on an equal footing. Before we get into the conversation, I'll ask you a question, I think the place I asked for help was the Temple of the Dragon's Sleep. Why are you here?"

"Your Excellency the Guardian, the place you are going to guard is just Ulduar. The place that the five-colored guardian dragon is to guard is all of Azeroth. Just today, on Icecrown Glacier west of Ulduar, Arthas, the self-proclaimed Lich King, murdered the magical guardian dragon Malygos, nearly turning him into a fallen dragon lich. The combat power of the Dragon Sleep Temple is very tight, so I asked me, who is better at dealing with this kind of thing, to come and help. ”

With that, Mark Dooku threw a reel.

As soon as Thorim raised his hand, a cluster of thunder flew out, and the scroll opened. Suddenly, a burst of green light lit up, revealing an illusory piece of letter paper in midair.

The paper is full of Titan characters written with a faint divine power, and this is Alexstraza's handwritten letter. Each Guardian has its own unique imprint and narrative that cannot be fooled.

After reading the letter, Thorim completely trusted Duke.

"Alexstasa, Ysera, and Nozdorm have jointly recommended you as the full agent of the Temple of the Dragon's Sleep to assist in resolving the dangers of Ulduar. After reading the letter, I have to admit that you are very powerful, you have completely surpassed the limits of mortals. Your achievements are the envy of me. It's a pity that my mission binds me, otherwise I would have been willing to join you in fighting the evil people who betrayed the Titans. ”

"Thank you for your trust. Duke saluted again: "What's wrong with the Storm Temple, please tell me straight." ”

Thorim let out a long sigh and told Lorcan's story.

This is no different from Duke's previous revelations to the Temple of Dragon's Sleep, so Duke asked Mark to pretend to be humbly listening, but he was actually dealing with official documents.

Until we get to the point:

Thorim was resolute and categorical: "Lorcan killed my wife and turned my supporters against me. He took everything from me, but everything will change...... With or without the Dragon's Sleep Temple or your help, I will personally visit the Temple of Wisdom and settle accounts with Loken!"

Duke smiled: "Please don't question my sincerity. The scourge of Azeroth is my enemy. Since I've killed Cthun, I don't care if I kill one more Yogsaron. ”

With that, Duke pulled out a ring.

【Ring of the Fallen Gods】

The attributes of this ring are long behind the times today, and really, Duke can't afford it.

The key to the ring is that it is made from one of Cthun's eyeballs.

That's the best proof of that.

Thorim slammed to his feet, his colossal body rising from the ground like a hill: "That's right! Even if this ring had been washed with divine light, I could smell the stench of the decaying god. ”

After Duke saw that Thorim's emotions had been fully mobilized, he smiled mysteriously: "Admit it." Thorim, leave the Storm Temple and your power will be greatly diminished. In the Temple of Wisdom, you can't beat Locan. But if you follow my law, I can guarantee that you will avenge your wife. ”

As soon as Duke spoke, Torim's blue eyes, which themselves bloomed with a faint divine brilliance, became even brighter!

"Okay! You say, I'll do it!"

"I still need you to lose miserably at the hands of Lorcan, but before that, please go to a secret place first......"

The death of his wife stimulated Thorim's nerves all the time, and without too much hesitation, Torim nodded heavily: "Okay!"

That night, the wind howled, and thunder and lightning were blowing.

Outside the Temple of Wisdom, directly north of the Temple of Storms, Torim roars loudly on his beloved mount, the Ancestral Dragon Veranus, holding the Hammer of Thunder and Lightning.

"Locan—I'm coming—for Sif! for justice, for the sake of the caretakers you have corrupted and depraved!"8)