Chapter 1613 Who Are You——

"It should be said that he deserves to be Yogg-Saron, who even the Titans could not completely destroy back then?" Thorim smiled bitterly, with a true smile on his face: "It was a little tricked, but fortunately I still sent you in. ”

Due to his huge stature, the ten-story-tall Thorim could clearly see any change on his face or any change of expression.

Now there is an indescribable dark light surrounding Thorim's body.

The color on the surface of Thorim's skin became dull, as if the brilliance of his vitality and soul had faded. He raised his right palm, turned it up and down, and looked at it carefully.

Whether it was an illusion or not, Duke suddenly felt that the water in the long river of time was passing between the five fingers that had become a little withered.

Thorim was like a huge statue that had been weathered and eroded for thousands of years in the desert. It was decaying at a speed visible to the naked eye, but he was laughing arrogantly as if he was unaware of it.

"Hahahaha! What a shame! A dignified guardian cannot perform the duties of a guardian." Thorim knelt down on one knee, not out of etiquette or respect, this was pure weakness.

Thorim lowered his head: "Duke Marcus, can I trust you?"

Duke looked serious and took a step forward firmly: "The relationship between the guardians of Azeroth has long gone beyond trust. This is the mission given to us by history."

Thorim was slightly stunned, then smiled: "Yes, this is our mission!"

After that, he tapped his huge finger in the direction of Duke.

"This is..." Duke and Queen Xi were shocked at the same time.

If, as history goes, Thorim is caught and brainwashed. Even if the coalition forces use Lao Fist to educate him on Azerothism, it will give the player a buff that increases his attack power by 10% at most.

That's all.

What now?

A complete set of wind-type Titan rune arrays!

It's not a gift, it's just a borrowing. In the sea of ​​spiritual consciousness, Thorim indicated that he would temporarily lend it to Duke and Queen Xi for three days. As long as enough wind elements are injected, the corresponding Titan-type wind and thunder magic can be activated.

This is the original wind magic that perfectly fits the world of Azeroth!

Without the transfer of the user, even if Thorim is killed, these complex rune circles will dissipate on the spot with the fall of the guardian.

If we had to put a value on these runes, it would be - priceless!

It is said that it only lasts for three days. As long as you have the ability to remember the arrangement and changing patterns of the runes inside, even if Thorim takes it back after three days, it can still greatly improve the control of the wind elements of the two Dukes.

Of course, for a shameless person with a system wizard, then this is 100% success in stealing.

On the surface, Duke is an out-and-out saint now.

"Then I'll borrow it."

Duke was completely honest in his heart. After all, in his opinion, this was the reward for Thorim entrusting him to save Ulduar. As for whether the Titans would come looking for him and ask him to go back... Haha, the Titans' bodies had turned to ashes, and the Titans with only souls left could not even transfer their skills too slowly at that time, so they would ask Duke to go back?

Sylvanas next to her closed her eyes, immersed in this wonderful experience. It didn't take long, probably just over half a minute. When she opened her eyes again, she could see faint flashes of lightning in the depths of her eyes.

Queen Xi said to Duke in an extremely calm tone: "Duke, I want to challenge Freya alone!"

Duke shrugged: "Actually, I think you can remove the word 'think'. You've already decided."

Queen Xi rolled her eyes: "Please, I am asking for your opinion. If you firmly object, I will give up."

Duke looked at the person next to him and put his hands on her extremely flexible shoulders: "From the first day I met you, I knew that you were destined to be a sea eagle that broke through the storm and soared in the sky, rather than a willing sea eagle. A canary in a cage that trades its singing and beautiful feathers for human protection. So to challenge yourself, as long as you still remember me, remember your sisters and compatriots, and do your best."

Sylvanas squirmed, and finally her thousands of words turned into one sentence: "I will."

Then, he once again gave Duke a receding, charming and resolute figure.

He is obviously not majestic, but he has the courage to shoulder the future of thousands of fellow elves. This kind of heroism is only possessed by a few people in the world.

Duke suddenly smiled bitterly: "Obviously you can rely on your appearance to make a living, but you have to rely on your strength..."

In the Guardian Temple area, nearly a quarter of the area due to the north is a huge courtyard, which is lined with trees and has two large lakes in the south and north. There is a beautiful river connecting the two lakes.

That is the greenhouse of life where the goddess of life Freya is.

This greenhouse is so huge, with huge trees that seem to reach straight to the sky, and flowers that are so exaggerated that they are the size of a house. Even Freya, who is ten stories tall, does not look out of place inside.

Freya was originally inside, taking a slow walk, wandering by the lake, listening to the sounds of various lives.

Suddenly, the giantess's expression changed.

She watched with a look of utter astonishment as an arrow was fired. This arrow penetrated like a meteor from the sky, easily piercing through the layers of green light that filled the greenhouse atmosphere, and rushed towards her.

"Is it Thorim!?" The surprised female silver quickly turned into a scream.

The huge body had no possibility of dodge. No, her shoulders seemed to be sucked in, and she almost let the sharp arrow containing the supreme law of thunder pass through her chest.

However, at the last moment, she used the power of her life law to offset the gravitational force, which allowed her to squat down suddenly and barely avoid the dangerous arrow hitting her vital part.

Even so, from the big black hole on the collarbone of her left breast, she could still see what was behind her - her body was completely penetrated.

The greenhouse of life, filled with the singing of birds and the fragrance of flowers, suddenly fell silent as Freya screamed. There was only a faint circle of thunder and lightning clouds left in front of him, and the clouds gave the air a hint of anxiety.

The green mist was blown away by a strong wind the next moment.

Only at the southern gate, a small and well-proportioned female figure stood on the green hillside.

Although her stature is so small, in Freya's eyes, she seems to be taller than all the other guardians.

Simply because of that hit!

Freya's face became a little abnormal, and the lightning from the wound was still stimulating Freya's nerves.

Perhaps, to a brave warrior, this is nothing. But Freya stared at the female figure with pain and hatred, as if her parents were dead, no, as if her ancestral grave had been dug up.

"Who are you!?" The high-pitched voice was full of sorrow!