Stormwind God

In fact, this human is not slow. Unfortunately, the temple is too huge, after all, the entire temple was built with the size of Titan.

The majesty in Titan's eyes is already almost endless to human beings. Just from the high platform outside the temple to enter the side entrance of the temple that cannot be called the main entrance, there are three by three, a total of nine football fields.

It was estimated that from the portal to the throne of Thorim, it was probably ... five kilometers away.

Guys who play Storm and Thunder never have any chronic problems.

The giant sitting on the throne snapped his finger, and a little blanket made of thunder suddenly appeared under the little human foot.

The Thunder didn't hurt the human at all, but looked like a horse, supporting the human at high speed before Torim's throne.

The thunder encircled behind the giant, and meekness was like a cat. Except for the occasional sound of a crackling current, there was no excess energy overflowing or causing harm.

The giant spoke.

"I--Torim the Guardian of the Storm, who specifically circulated to the Temple of Dragon Sleep, but how did it come to be an empty shell without content?"

The young human showed a smile, and Shi Shiran bowed down: "You can call me Mark Dooku, the man who once destroyed Sargeras's largest fortress in the Twisting Nether. Of course, you can also call me at The name of this world-Duke Marcus, Guardian of Azeroth. "

By the way, Duke stared at Mark Duco's eyes at the not-familiar Titan Guardian.

Like most Guardians, Thorim has an extremely large body. In height, he is almost the same as the giants of Arcavon, and he is ten floors up and down. He is more balanced and more human-like than Arcavon.

A bit of brown earth-colored skin makes people think of the earth for the first time.

A typical Chinese-style face with pinkish-white hair with a length that reaches the chin is a bit strange, coupled with a very burly figure and the huge warhammer that is constantly blooming with thunder, the momentum of the entire guardian comes out.

His shoulder armor, belt, armour, and leg armor all had a round decoration with blue edges and white background, which looked like an incandescent lamp. Although it looks a little ridiculous, anyone with a little sense of power will feel the thunderous power that is surging in it.

As for his brown-black lace, it was negligible.

Duke's words made Torim look right.

As the guardian of the Titan, he doesn't care about everything outside. He only cares about his duties and everything related to Titan.

Thorim knew that Sargeras had betrayed the Pantheon when Titans left Azeroth.

Duke, who was able to let the Pantheon traitors eat the crickets, naturally allowed him to look high.

After a little groaning, Thorim spoke, "Well, Duke Marcus, I admit that you have the right to talk to me on an equal footing. Before we formally talk, I ask a question. I remember asking for help. The place is Longmian Temple. Why are you here? "

"Dear Guardian, the place you are guarding is just an Ulduar. The place where the five-color guardian dragon is guarding is the entire Azeroth. Just today, in the Icecrown Glacier west of Ulduar, you call yourself a Lich. The king's Arthas murdered the magical guardian dragon Marigos, and almost turned it into a fallen dragon lich. The power of the Temple of Dragon Sleep was very tense, so I asked that I was better at handling this kind of thing. I came to help . "

That said, Mark Doku throws a scroll.

As soon as Thorim raised his hand, a cluster of thunder flew out, and the scroll opened. Suddenly, a green brilliance lit up, showing an illusive stationery in the air.

The paper is full of light Titan writing, this is Aleksata's handwritten letter. Each guardian has its own unique mark and narrative method, which cannot be deceived.

After reading the letter, Thorim had full confidence in Duke.

"Aleksassa, Ysera and Nozdorm have jointly recommended you as the Plenipotentiary of the Temple of Dragon Sleep to help resolve Uldur's crisis. After reading the letter, I have to admit that you are very powerful and you have completely surpassed The limits of mortals. Your achievements are even envious of me. Unfortunately, my mission binds me, otherwise I will be willing to work with you to fight against evil men who have betrayed the Titan. "

"Thank you for your trust." Duke saluted again: "Troublesome in the Temple of the Storm, please speak up."

Thorim sighed and told Loken's story.

This is exactly the same as what Duke had previously disclosed to the Temple of Dragon Sleep, so Duke also let Mark pretend to be a modest listener, but he was actually dealing with official documents.

Until the topic:

Thorim was resolute and determined: "Rocken killed my wife and turned my champions into enemies. He took everything from me, but everything will change ... with or without the Dragon Sleeping Temple Or with your assistance, I will all come to the Temple of Wisdom and find Loken to settle accounts! "

Duke laughed: "Please don't question my sincerity. The scourge of Azeroth is my enemy. Since I've killed C'thun, I don't care about killing one more Yogg-Saron."

After all, Duke took out a ring.

[Ring of the fallen gods]

This ring is now behind the times in terms of its attributes. Seriously, Duke doesn't look down on it.

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

This is the best proof.

Thorim stood up sharply, and his behemoth's body looked like a hill pulled up from the ground: "That's right! It's a similar smell. Even if the ring was washed with the divine light, I could smell it The smell of the rotten god. "

Duke saw a mysterious smile after seeing that Torim's mood had been fully mobilized: "Admit it. Torim, leave the Temple of Storms, your power will be greatly weakened. In the Temple of Wisdom, you are fighting But Loken. But if I follow my method, I can guarantee you revenge for your wife. "

As soon as Duke said, Torim's pair of blue eyes with a touch of divine glory were even brighter!

"Okay! You say, I do!"

"I still need you to be defeated in Loken's hands, but before that, please trouble you to go somewhere secretly ..."

The death of his wife stimulated Thorim's nerves all the time, without much hesitation. Torim focused his head: "Okay!"

That night, the wind howled and the thunder and lightning increased.

Outside the Temple of Wisdom, just north of the Temple of Storms, Thorim held up his thunderbolt and rode on his beloved mount, the ancestor Dragon Villanus, roaring loudly.

"Locken-I'm here-for Shiv! For justice! For the caregivers who have been corrupted by you!"