"I have always been curious that the power of your command can easily sweep the entire storm cliff. I have seen your command of undead warriors. It is no exaggeration to say that they are armed by those strange weapons are no weaker than the Titan soldiers who defeated the Dark Empire back then."

Lai followed Tyreon and walked in the castle of the Dead Realm. Titan creations are not life in the traditional sense. Their unique life forms allow them to enter and exit the Dead Realm freely without being infected by the power of the Dead Realm. Therefore, in recent times, the Dead Realm wilderness has been the temporary stronghold of these guardians.

"Even if there is a simpler way to solve all this, why should we let the flesh and blood mortals make sacrifices to get an unsatisfactory ending?"

Lai asked:

"Is this kind of sacrifice in your plan?"

Faced with the problem of the Great Guardian, the Great Lord did not hide his thoughts, and he said frankly:

"Yes, according to the War Council's estimates, I may only need to dispatch 5 battle groups to completely occupy Odur, defeat your fellow chaotic wills, and deal with the Yug-Saron threat, but the question is, why should I do this?"

The great lord who had recovered his perception in the death realm yawned, and he said a little lazy:

"Humans, elves, dwarves, and all the flesh and blood of civilizations are part of this world. They enjoy the gifts given to them by this world. Then when this world needs them, they must make sacrifices for it. This is a great sacrifice, and I have no reason to reject this greatness."

"What's more, I'm just someone who plans the world order. I'm not their nanny. I don't have to help them solve any trouble, or I'll watch them step into the battlefield and I'll evaluate their performance, just like a game. Only when the score is high enough and reaches a certain limit, I'll help them solve the troubles they can't solve, just like in Xilitus!"

"Do you understand? Lai, this is the right way to raise children."

The Great Lord talked:

"Give them a goal, prompt them to strive to achieve that goal, and then give them rewards, constantly cultivating their ability to solve problems independently. Until the end, when I don't need to take action, they can solve problems by themselves. Only then will this child be considered a real adult and can live on his own without the cradle."

"So, do you see them as your children?"

The Great Guardian looked at the Great Lord with a strange look:

"Do you regard all the civilizations in the world as your own children? Is it that I have too shallow to understand you, or is your description misunderstood me? Is this really your idea?"

"Look, I'm not that great."

The great lord smiled and said to Lai:

"Don't always praise me like this, I'm embarrassed... How do I think of those civilizations? No, I don't treat them as children, I treat them as soldiers... You can regard the war on the storm cliff as a "rehearsal", they must unite to defeat those things they can't defeat, which is necessary. When the last battle comes, I don't want to see me bring my soldiers to the battlefield, and I have to devote my energy to helping those idiots who can't even save themselves!"

"Of course, in theory, such a weak civilization will not survive the final battle... My eyes have been looking at those civilizations. Look, after two consecutive wars of punishment, even the unruly centaurs have learned to lower their posture and integrate into the order of world civilization, which fully shows that my way of doing things is correct!"

Terion handed a characteristic big glass to Lai with great pleasure, then reached out and poured the wine for him, and he said softly with a calm expression:

"They thought I was destroying them, but they didn't know that I was actually saving them... and they also had to learn to fight for themselves."

"Oh? This is the first time I heard of this way of rescue. Even in the Titans' database, there is no such record."

Lai tasted the strange liquid in his hand, and he looked at Terion with interest:

"So, is your "save" always successful? Isn't there anyone who disobeys?"

"Of course there is!"

The great lord leaned on the chair and said carelessly:

"The world is so big, there are always some races that cannot see clearly that they have some strength and need to be awe of other races, and take this awe for granted... I'm talking about Naga, those mice living in the deep sea, Oh my God, I've killed them almost 1 million people, but they are still stubborn and unwilling to communicate with the outside world."

"But it doesn't matter!"

Terion shrugged and gave Lai a gentle smile:

"His Excellency Dai Lin, the best "teacher" under my command, is ready to give them the "third lesson". I believe that this lecture will definitely be very successful!"

The Great Lord raised his wine glass to Lai, and the latter also raised his wine glass like he did. In the crisp sound of the glasses colliding, the Great Lord softly gave a perfect summary of the conversation:

"The heroes in the coalition said confidently that they would never become warriors under Terion and would never fight for the great lord..."

"But you see, aren't they having a good time now as "soldiers"?"

"So, ignorance is actually a blessing..."

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At this time, in the outer hall of the Lightning Hall, Muladin, Tyrande and the orc commander Garrosh stood nervously outside the gate of the Titan. They sacrificed their lives and cleared the entire Lightning Hall, but facing Loken, the guardian Ayronnaya, who stood on their side, did not allow them to step into the final battlefield.

Of course, this is to protect the heroes of these mortals.

After the continuous battle, they were already very tired. Letting them face the Guardians directly is like a death-sending act, so Eronnaya took on the responsibility of a decisive battle with Loken herself, and she also had good reason to do so.

But the mortal heroes who were waiting outside and waiting for the final result were not clear. Ayronnaya did not face too many challenges in the final battlefield. The only thing that made her feel trickier was that her companions knocked Loken's head so broken that she was challenged by splicing the thing together.

She was not a skillful guardian, so this work took her a long time, but the thumping sounds of thumping pieces made the mortals waiting outside the hall feel frightened. Perhaps, that was the sound of the tragic battle between the gods.

Of course, Aronnaya knew who killed Loken, but she would not tell the secret to mortals. At the last meeting, Azadas' reminder was very necessary. Mortals could not resist the power of the ancient gods at all. The information in their minds could not be hidden from the ancient gods. Once Yug-Saron knew that there were other guardians eyeing the storm cliffs, the cunning ancient god would immediately begin to destroy the essence of the furnace of will.

That was an unacceptable result of Aronnaya, so before the coalition forces broke through Odur's defense line, until her brothers hiding in the dark protected the last line of the world's furnace in a proper way, she had to hide this secret, not to deceive the appreciable mortal heroes, but to protect them...

It took Elonnaya a long time to put together Loken's broken head. She looked at her work and nodded with satisfaction. She stood up, picked up her rock sword, then stretched out her left arm, tilted her head, and raised her sword hard to slash her arm, pretending to be injured after a battle.

"Clang"

The tightly locked inner hall gate was opened in the flow of gears and lightning. Ayronnaya, who was struggling, staggered out of the inner hall. The female giant was filled with traces of battle, and her rock body even collapsed. The terrible scars reminded several mortal heroes of the fierce battle between her and the betrayer Loken.

And in the hands of the giant female, her head holding a rock, her cheeks were broken, as if it had been smashed, and on the face of the rock, the majestic face of the rebellious guardian of wisdom could still be seen.

"He's dead..."

Ayronnaya whispered:

"With your selfless help, the mortal heroes, the betrayer Loken, died...you are the true legends."

As she spoke, amid the trembling cheers of the tired soldiers, the female giant handed the rock head in her hand to the three mortal commanders in front of her, and she whispered:

"This is your spoil, and I would not have accomplished it without you. Now it belongs to you... Go and place it in your city as a necessary means to inspire the world... Of course, there are many things in Loken's treasure house that I cannot use, and they belong to you, and that is the reward and glory you deserve."

Ayronnaya put the huge rock head in front of the three of them. Tyrande could feel the power of the Titan lingering on the rock head, and Eluen's praise also sounded in her mind. This made the Dark Moon War God, who had fought hard and killed the general of the Steel Vicuku, couldn't help but close his eyes and pray. She knew the identity of the master of the head in front of her. According to the myth of mortals, today, they killed a god...

What a shocking story.

Compared to Tyrande's low-keyness, Garrosh, the orc commander who was still wearing a bandage on his face, seemed much more active. His left hand was hung around his neck with a blood-seeking bandage. This was the injury he suffered when attacking the difficult element just now. But at this time, the pain could no longer affect Garrosh's high mood. He stretched out his right hand and tried to touch Loken's head, but before he touched the rock, he was hit by a beating lightning.

Even after death, the body of the Titan Guardian is filled with huge power, which seems to represent the majesty of the Guardian and cannot be desecrated by mortals.

"Ahhh! We killed a god!"

Garrosh shook his sore wrists, and he turned around and pounded hard on the chest of his brother Dranosh, shouting to the beast soldiers behind him:

"Brothers! Today, we are all god killers! When Loken's head hangs on the gate of Orgrimmar, all the orcs will sing our legendary stories!"

"We won! Brothers!"

"We beat the gods! Cheer!"

Garrosh's shouts made the human warriors who had never liked orcs couldn't help but cheer. After all, being able to step onto the battlefield and walk here, witness the fall of the God of Fallen, and participating in it personally. For a warrior, is there any legend that is greater than this?

Not to mention, after returning home after the war, these heroes will inevitably be awarded various honorary titles by the kingdom and the church, and will receive many rewards. They will basically be free of food and clothing for the rest of their lives, and even their descendants can live a good life on the credit card! They ran to the barren mountains and rivers of the North Pole to fight for their lives, wasn’t it just for this? Who would refuse such a good thing?

No one!

The dwarves also fulfilled their promises. On this night, in the brilliant hall of lightning like miracles, the dwarves distributed the spirits, and everyone sat in this sacred place to drink wine and sang loudly, making this majestic palace gentle.

Soon, the news of Loken's death was also sent back to the headquarters of the Xueliu Plain, and there was another celebration. The news of victory was like wings and was soon delivered to the hands of various forces. So soon, the whole world knew that mortals... were facing the gods for the first time in history, and... victorious!

This is a victory for the entire Azerothfan people, and it is a memorable day!

Of course, for the leaders, there are many things they have to consider. Now that the Rock Hall and the Lightning Hall have fallen into their hands, it is time to try to open the door of Odul!

It's time to invade that city of Titans and unearth the ultimate secret of this world!

But now, let the tired soldiers have a good rest and taste the wonderful taste brought by victory!
Chapter completed!