Chapter 1179 20. Calling

The place where the arcane arts of the stars gather, the great lord Tyrion Dawnblade is waiting for answers from the souls of the titans.

Facing his questioning and the light of the white sharp blade flowing faintly in Tyrion's hand, the six titan spirits looked at each other as if they were communicating with each other with their eyes. They didn't have much fear. Perhaps this silence was more Most of them were thinking about the plan itself, and after a while, they finally made a decision.

At the moment when the icy light of the stars followed the reflection of the walls of the Pantheon into this chilling place, Aggramar, the defender most familiar with Tyrion, stood up and asked in a joking tone:

"If we say no, will you use force?"

"Yes."

The great lord replied frankly:

"I don't give you the right to say no, I just need you to choose the answer I need, I just need you to implement it."

"The Titan Spirits are indeed powerful in the Pantheon, but with your current state, you are still a little bit short of fighting the entire death star sea. Yes, then can I really fight to the death with Sargeras in the realm of the dead?"

"Hahaha, it really fits the style of the legendary death tyrant."

Aggramar was not angry at Tyrion's implied threat. On the contrary, the golden-skinned titan laughed. After laughing, he pounded his left fist on his chest, and then took two steps forward. When he came to Tyrion, the defender reached out and grabbed the shield suspended in the air, then stretched out his left hand, and raised the shield in front of the high lord. He said in a deep voice:

"But when all creatures are in despair, only people like you can truly save the world...I, Aggramar, I am willing to join your decisive battle!"

"May our martial luck prosper!"

Seeing that his brother had made a decision, Aman'Thul, the king of the gods, also had a gleam of determination in his eyes shining with thunder. Putting it on a necklace that he carried with him, he walked to Tyrion and Aggramar, and the tired king of gods said with some sighs:

"I never thought I'd be so crazy about putting everything in one basket, but like you said, this might be our last chance."

Aman'Thul took a deep breath, and put his lightning cane on Aggramar's shield:

"Aman'Thul, join your decisive battle! May eternal time bless you and me."

"My predictive spells show that the future is going in chaos."

Wearing a purple-gray robe, Dreamweaver Norgannon put down the tome that he never left his hand, and held the platinum disc he made in his hand. The magic titan appeared in front of the great lord in the form of a phantom. The lord bowed slightly, and said:

"Until today, I didn't know that what we were looking for was not the hope of victory, what we were praying for was just a ray of chaos in destiny... Only chaos can give birth to order..."

"I, Norgannon the Dreamweaver, join you in the decisive battle! The brilliance of magic shines on our victory!"

A star-studded wand appeared in Norgannon's hand, and this weapon rested on Aman'Thul's staff. Behind him, Lady Ionar, the Life-Giver, strolled forward with a purple jewel in her hand. Taking a deep look at the great lord, she said:

"Although you walk the road of death, Tyrion, you are the most life-loving monarch among the stars I have ever seen. You have already understood the meaning of life and death. May this life last forever, and let fate also Cannot interfere!"

The staff of life in this lady's hand touched the other weapons held high, and a green light shone. She said in a deep voice:

"I, Eonar, am willing to fight alongside you and Elune!"

"Roar!"

Kazgros the Shaper, this powerful creator and warrior couldn't help being excited in his heart, he uttered a loud battle cry, he picked up the Hammer of the Shaper in front of him, and strode to the crowd, he Lifting the hammer, he shouted amidst the power of the earth:

"I, Kazgros, would like to guard the hope of the stars! I would like to fight for the future of the stars! Creation, eternity!"

The palms are superimposed, and different powers are also superimposed, making this scene look so sacred and solemn, the high lord's eyes are on the last titan, and the youngest titan Gorgonus picks up the broken Tidal Stone said with a little dissatisfaction:

"Ah, I actually wanted to say no."

He didn't care about the strange eyes cast by the other titans, he said:

"Because you mortals broke my treasure rudely. This stone was once my favorite and most cherished strange thing."

A trace of tenderness flashed in Gognas' eyes, he looked at the stone in his palm, and said:

"This is the most beautiful stone from the sea that gave birth to my world... But it's okay, my world is ruined... so I can no longer watch, another world that has the hope of surviving, That’s how hope is lost.”

The rager stretched out his hand, and an ancient horn appeared in his hand. The moment the horn touched the weapons of the crowd, a deep voice sounded from the horn. The warrior wearing a heavy helmet winked at the high lord:

"Thank you for the wine, I haven't had such a good drink for a long time."

"I, Gorgonus the Rage Drinker, join in this decisive battle, and may the seas and skies of the stars sing of our coming victory!"

The will of the Titans merged together, causing the entire Pantheon to tremble endlessly. It seemed that even it was ready for the final battle. The High Lord looked at the stacked weapons in front of him, and he let out a sigh of relief. Hand, the pale death blade appeared in his palm like quicksand, the last weapon touched, the high lord said in a deep voice:

"So..."

"I, Tyrion Dawnblade, I am honored to be able to walk with the Titans!"

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In the core of the world in Azeroth, Elune, the spirit of the world who has already awakened, swept across her world again. She was watching the lives of the creatures and their preparations for the final battle , listening to the roar of those soldiers, listening to the laughter of children who don't know their troubles, the various states of this world are flowing in the will of the spirit of the world.

This is the power of civilization. On the symbolic level, the stronger the power of civilization, the faster the growth of the world spirit. The world spirit and the world, the world and life are a complete cycle. The break of the ring will lead to stagnation or even collapse of the entire system.

Elune is not very worried about the coming Armageddon. She knows that this brave world has defeated the Burning Legion three times. The warriors of this world are not afraid of the terrifying demons born from the twisting void. Surrendering to the lustful power of the Burning Legion, no matter how difficult the battle was, they would survive it, survive it, and continue to live proudly on this land.

Elune's real concern was the threat of the dark titan Sargeras.

Her veiled brother, the most terrifying Destroyer among the stars, if she and Tyrion can't stop Sargeras, then life in this world will be useless no matter how brave it is...

Sargeras, that's an enemy on another level.

Maybe, maybe we can get the help of the titan souls of the Pantheon, and with their help, our battle against Sargeras will go more smoothly.

Elune thought this way, and the sobriety of her mind made the spirit of the world couldn't help thinking, if she hadn't been corroded by the ancient gods back then, if she hadn't suffered so much, according to the development of Azeroth civilization, Speed, the current her is likely to be close to maturity, and she also has the strength to fight, and she will not always rely on other people to protect her.

And probably some will in the dark sensed Elune's little thoughts, just when she was about to take a nap, Tyrion's voice suddenly sounded in the core of the world:

"Little Elune, I have already found your relatives, and I have also found traces of the Pantheon. They are all waiting for you."

"???"

This sudden good news made Elune stunned for a moment, is there really such a thing as wishing things come true in this world?

"How should I get there?"

Elune asked subconsciously, she trusted Tyrion a lot, because although this god of death is always cold, it has been almost ten years since he formed an indissoluble bond with the spirit of the world. Time passed, and he had never disappointed Elune.

As Elune said, apart from the Titans, Tyrion was the most trusted creature in her long life.

Besides, Tyrion had died for her once.

If a mortal girl had encountered such a thing, her heart would have sprouted long ago. Unfortunately, the spirit of the world was born as a titan, and they would hardly think about these things in their entire lives.

"Your spokesperson, Muradin, is heading to the secret chamber of the heart with the tears of Elune. You wait there and integrate your will into the tears of Elune. Your loved ones will build a channel of will in the Pantheon. You See them soon."

Tyrion's calm voice sounded again, and Elune responded crisply, and began to wait with joy.

Those are the Titans, those are her relatives, among the stars, apart from Tyrion, the closest group of people, what kind of attitude should I use to meet them?

Do you feel shy?

The little girl quickly fell into her own wild thoughts, and on the other side, in the arcane realm in the center of the Pantheon, the titans were observing Azeroth and the changes in the will of the spirit of the world, Norgannon And Aman'Thul are ready to open the channel of will at any time, and transfer the will of the world spirit to the Pantheon.

As for Ionar, the life-giver, this sensitive female titan seemed unable to bear to look again, and she already guessed what would happen next.

She turned her head and looked at the death lord who was facing away from them and looking at the starry sky. She couldn't help asking:

"Do you know what you're doing?"

"I know."

There was not much emotion in Tyrion's right eye, and he seemed to have already guessed the coming of this day.

"She's just a simple child, she shouldn't have to bear this, before she really realizes what you have done and the meaning of our sacrifice, she will hate you to death... even, she will... want to destroy you. "

The life giver said behind the high lord:

"Maybe... maybe you can leave first, and we will tell her all this."

"No."

The high lord stretched out his hand, and a chain shining with pale and golden light appeared in his hand. Looking at it, he said:

"I have to be here...she has to do it all."

"I set her free. I shaped the world. I shaped her. I pushed her into the fate I wove. This is the last step...I have to do it myself."

"well..."

Seeing the birth of the world and the evolution of civilization, the life titan let out a long sigh. She looked at the back of the great lord who seemed to be blending into the stars, and her voice became deeper and deeper:

"You love that world so deeply, but hide everything under a cold mask. Do you like her? Do you like Elune?"

"Yeah. But not the 'like' you'd think of."

Perhaps at the most important and final dividing line of fate, the great lord finally stopped hiding his emotions. His expressionless face softened. He raised his head and looked at the brightest star in this strange star field. The star, he said to the listener behind him in a voice describing the story:

"I... for the first 300 years of my life, I was doing nothing."

"I have a lover, and that is the only lover in my life. I once wanted to spend a peaceful life with her, have a few children, continue our blood, and live just like that."

"But when I really step into my destiny, I will never be able to have children, and neither will my wife."

"I don't know if this is the malice of fate, or the punishment for my cowardice and wastefulness in the first half of my life, but at that time, I was powerless to resist fate."

"My Alleria and I have adopted several children. We love them very much and raise them as real daughters, but... bloodline, the stupid definition in the eyes of mortals, should be meaningless , but it still makes me unable to let go, I have not really experienced the feeling of being a father."

"I want to have a child of my own, truly my own..."

There was a gentle smile on the face of the great lord, the smile was somewhat stiff and bitter, but he did not turn around, and did not show this smile to others, as if it was an emotion hidden deep in his heart , unwilling to share with others, let alone let others see their weakness.

Death...doesn't cry.

"And then I found it."

"Now, I have a child of my own..."

"I watched her grow, protected her, taught her, scolded her, I gave her real freedom, weaved the most beautiful path of destiny for her, my child, under my proud gaze, she grows day by day Big, and today, she will embark on her own life."

Behind the great lord, there were already tears in the eyes of the life titan, she was such a sentimental god.

"If you want to ruin the child, give her everything; but if you want to make her strong, you have to be strict."

The great lord turned around, and behind him, in the light emitted by the Pantheon's Arcane Mirror, one was 7 points similar to Tyrande, and the remaining 3 points were extremely similar to some details of Tyrion. The similarities, especially those eyes, seemed to be carved out of a mold.

She is wearing a single ponytail, and her figure composed of pure arcane light is appearing there bit by bit, with a smile on her face, as if she is attending a real coming-of-age ceremony.

There was a hint of undisguised pride in the big lord's one-eyed eyes. He was like a real father. He proudly said to the life titan beside him:

"look..."

"My daughter, here I come..."