The Temple of Wisdom, another temple in the typical Titan style.

I don't know if it was to deter those ignorant creatures, or to save trouble when the Titans created the creatures.

The appearance of the five temples is no longer described as 'strikingly similar', they are all made of one mold.

At the top of the snow-capped peak, the temple is a huge ring topped by eight huge Greek-style columns that require thirty people to hug, forming a shape that resembles a round sandwich biscuit.

Adorned with white marble pillars and stone rings are noble gold ornaments, with mysterious and incomprehensible Titan runes. On the circular floor with the hexagonal shape as the core element, along the edge of the temple are the divine power lamps that look like head rings. Bound by the half-metal, half-wood floor lamp frame, there are clusters of mysterious yellow energy that provide a glorious illumination for the temple.

However, at this moment, the temple of wisdom was so quiet that even a needle could be heard clearly when it fell to the ground, and there was neither the sound of the wind nor the sound of insects, it was even more dead and silent than a tomb.

Not only that, but in the inner part of the column, a layer of fog shrouded in it, making it impossible to see what was inside.

"Loken, it's useless to run away! I know you're here!" Velanous, the massive progenitor dragon under Torim's crotch, let out a loud roar.

It's a pity that his master is too big, and this scene makes Mark Dooku, who followed Torrim to the top of the mountain, feel a little ridiculous. No matter how you look at it, it was a cry from overwhelm.

After all, the figures of the two have almost reached a one-to-one ratio.

Veranus didn't have the long snake neck of his close dragon relatives, and the short, thick neck made his upper body look a bit like a crocodile.

Torrim landed on the massive platform of the Temple of Wisdom, half-suspended in the air, and his mount landed. The forearms of the Archaeopteryx were wings, and unlike the dragon, the forearms and wings were separated. Veranus's large, stout wings folded together to appear to be two winged arms.

Following Thorim into the Temple of Wisdom, Duke quickly read the data of the surrounding environment from the puppet: "Hoh, this is really wise!"

An enraged Torrim hadn't noticed the changes in his surroundings, and Duke had already seen everything in the data feed.

At this moment, the fog and darkness that enveloped the temple suddenly lifted, revealing the giant who sat on the throne of wisdom.

Compared to Torrim, he is of similar stature.

The biggest difference is that his entire body is golden from head to toe.

Golden skin, long golden shawl hair, golden Chinese face, a white hairband tied his hair so that his hair hung down to the back of his head, and behind the back of his head, there was an extra small braid.

His body also had a square feel, with two huge white shoulder straps hanging from his shoulder armor and draped over his chest to his knees.

The kind of clothes and clothing in pure white tones makes it difficult to feel like an ordinary villain. How so?

A white-clad hypocrite?

Torim saw at a glance that Loken's Throne of Wisdom had been entwined with some kind of dark vine, and he immediately showed a sad expression, "Sure enough, Loken, you have fallen!"

With a smile on his golden face, Lorcan stood up, his golden arms raised as if he were mad: "Fall, no! This should be sublimation! My master once showed me the future, there is no place for you in it, Azeroth will be reborn in the darkness, Yugsaron will be released, and the Pantheon will fall. ”

Thorim has a very upright temperament, and when he hears the phrase 'The Pantheon has fallen', he can't help it anymore!

"Loken! this is the Titans' judgment of you—"

With that, Torrim threw his own massive hammer filled with thunder.

It was as if the whole mountain was being thrown out!

It was the ultimate power that had condensed the power of thunder for thousands of years in Torim!

Of course, the momentum is extremely terrifying......

That's how it should be.

The moment the hammer broke away from Torim's palm, the light shining on the Thunderhammer shone like the rising sun. It was only halfway through the air that it seemed like the setting sun, and by the time the hammer landed on Locan, it had become dull, like a firefly in the night.

There is no need to calculate at all, just looking at it knows that this blow did not cause much damage to Loken.

Lorcan laughed at Thorim's stupidity, "You may have a chance of winning a battle with me in your Storm Temple, but you're vulnerable to being a waste without the Storm Temple." You should learn from the big lizards in the Temple of Dragon's Sleep, it's none of your business, so don't make do with it. ”

That's right, Lorcan knew that Thorim would lose most of his power once he left the Storm Temple, so he was deliberately luring Thorim to his Temple of Wisdom for a decisive battle.

"Roar—" Perceiving his master's defeat, the Ancestral Dragon Veranus strode forward and opened its huge mouth in an attempt to attack Lorcan.

However, an arc-like attack descended from the sky and slammed down on the Ancestral Dragon. It looks like a thunder attack, but it has nothing to do with the wind element, it's an arcane bombardment.

Villanuston was convulsed and unable to move.

"Loken—" Torrim pounced, then was knocked down by another arcane arc and collapsed to the ground like a dead dog.

Thorim was in a state of shock and rage, he might have anticipated the disadvantage, but he never thought it would be such a world difference.

A slight gap may be bridged by perseverance, will, and skill, but the difference between an ant and an elephant is really big enough to make any being despair.

Lorcan grabbed Thorim's neck and lifted him up all over.

"Uh-uh-whoa-let go of me-you let go of me-" Thorim hissed feebly, slapping his hands and feet desperately on Lorcan's arms and shoulders to no avail.

Originally, the two Guardians were similar in size, so they should be about the same in terms of strength. Now how do you feel that Loken and Thorim are like a rough man who is insulting a little Lori?

At this time, a male voice suddenly reached the ears of the two guardians who were fighting.

"Torim, is this what you call the [Battle of Reckoning]?

It wasn't until this moment that the two great gods remembered that there was indeed such an inconspicuous existence.

Lorcan ignored the power fluctuations that Mark exuded were too low.

Thorim is the typical hot-blooded fool, angry and completely oblivious to Duke's existence.

That's when Torrim turned around in surprise and yelled, "Duke Marcus, do something about it!"

"Do something? I will. A mysterious smile spread across Duke's face.