Chapter 1594 For Justice

In fact, this human being is not walking slowly. It's a pity that the temple is too huge. After all, the entire temple is built to the size of a Titan.

The majesty in the eyes of Titans is already so big that it feels almost boundless to humans. Just entering the side entrance of the temple that cannot be called the main entrance from the high platform outside the temple is three times three, a total of nine football fields.

After some estimation, it would take about...five kilometers to walk from the portal to Thorim's throne.

Guys who play Storm and Thunder never have any slowness.

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

The thunder did not hurt the human at all. Instead, it was like a mount, carrying the human at high speed to Thorim's throne.

The thunder circled behind the giant, as docile as a tabby cat. Apart from occasionally making a crackling sound of electricity like a spoiled brat, there was no excess energy to spill out or cause any harm.

The giant spoke.

"I——Thorim, the guardian in charge of the storm, sent a special message to Wyrmrest Temple, but why did it come out as an empty shell with no content?"

The young human smiled broadly and bowed: "You can call me Mark Dooku, the man who once destroyed Sargeras' largest fortress in the Twisting Void. Of course, you can also call me Mark Dooku." The name of this world—Duke Marcus, Guardian of Azeroth."

Having said that, Duke looked at the not-unfamiliar Titan Guardian through Mark Dooku's eyes.

Like most guardians, Thorim has an extremely large body. In terms of height, he is similar to those giants like Alkavon, who are also about ten stories tall. His stature is more balanced and more human than Alkavon's.

The earth-colored skin is a bit brown, which makes people think of the earth for the first time.

A typical Chinese character face, paired with pinkish-white hair that reaches down to the chin, which is a bit strange. Coupled with an extremely burly figure, and a huge warhammer that constantly shines with lightning, the entire guardian's aura comes out.

His shoulder armor, belt, arm armor, and leg armor all have a circular decoration with blue edges and white background, which looks like incandescent lamps. Although it looks a bit ridiculous, anyone with some sensory abilities will feel the earth-shattering power of thunder contained in it.

As for his brown and black lace ribbons, they can be ignored.

Duke's words made Thorim's face straighten.

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

When the Titans left Azeroth, Sargeras had betrayed the Pantheon, and Thorim knew this.

Duke, who can defeat the traitors of the Pantheon, can naturally make him stand out.

After pondering for a while, Thorim spoke: "Okay, Duke Marcus, I admit that you have the qualifications to talk to me as an equal. Before we formally talk, I first ask a question. I remember that I asked for help. The place is Longmian Temple. Why are you here?"

"Dear Guardian, the place you want to guard is only Ulduar. The place the five-color guardian dragon wants to guard is the entire Azeroth. Just today, in the Icecrown Glacier to the west of Ulduar, a self-proclaimed lich King Arthas murdered the magic guardian dragon Malygos and almost turned him into a fallen dracolich. The combat power of Wyrmrest Temple is very tight, so I asked me, who is better at dealing with this kind of thing, to come and help. .”

After saying that, Mark Dooku threw a scroll.

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 mid-air.

The paper is full of Titan characters written with a touch of divine power. This is Alexstrasza's personal letter. Each guardian has its own unique mark and narrative style, which cannot be deceived at all.

After reading the letter, Thorim completely trusted Duke.

"Alexstrasza, Ysera and Nozdormu jointly recommend you as Wyrmrest Temple's sole agent to help solve the crisis in Ulduar. After reading the letter, I have to admit that you are very powerful. You have completely surpassed The limit of mortals. Even I am envious of your achievements. It is a pity that my mission constrains me, otherwise I would be willing to fight with you against the evil people who betrayed the Titans."

"Thank you for your trust." Duke saluted again: "If you have any trouble in the Temple of Storms, please tell us."

Thorim sighed and told Loken's story.

This was exactly the same as Duke's previous revelation to Dragon Sleep Temple, so Duke asked Mark to pretend to listen with an open mind, while in fact he was handling official documents.

Until we get to the point:

Thorim was resolute and resolute: "Loken killed my wife and turned my supporters against me. He took away everything from me, but everything will change... with or without Wyrmrest Temple Or with your help, I will go to the Temple of Wisdom in person to settle the score with Loken!"

Duke smiled: "Please don't question my sincerity. The existence that harms Azeroth is my enemy. Since I have killed C'Thun, I don't care about killing one more Yogg-Saron."

After saying that, Duke took out a ring.

【Ring of the Fallen God】

The properties of this ring have already lagged behind the times. To be honest, Duke doesn't like it.

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

This is the best proof.

Thorim stood up suddenly, his huge body seemed like a hill rising from the ground: "That's right! It's this similar smell. Even if this ring has been washed with sacred light, I can still smell it The stench of the god of decay.”

After seeing that Thorim's emotions had been completely aroused, Duke showed a mysterious smile: "Admit it. Thorim, if you leave the Temple of Storms, your power will be greatly weakened. In the Temple of Wisdom, you are the only one who fights. But it belongs to Loken. But if you follow my method, I can guarantee that you will avenge your wife."

As soon as Duke said this, Thorim's blue eyes, which glowed with a faint divine brilliance, became even brighter!

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

"I still need you to be defeated miserably at the hands of Loken, but before that, please go somewhere secretly..."

The death of his wife stimulated Tuolimu's nerves all the time. Without much hesitation, Tuolimu nodded heavily: "Okay!"

That night, the wind howled and there was thunder and lightning.

Outside the Temple of Wisdom just north of the Temple of Storms, Thorim held the thunder hammer high and roared loudly while riding his beloved mount, the ancestral dragon Veranus.

"Loken - I'm here - for Sif! For justice! For the Watchers who have been corrupted by you!"