Chapter 933 52. Ruling

"How is this going!"

An exclamation sounded from the guardian Mimiron's Wisdom Spark Temple. Brian Bronzebeard, who had just received the sealing rune from the mechanical dwarf, watched in amazement that the sealing console in front of the Wisdom Spark Temple began to operate autonomously. The dwarf looked around and shouted:

"I haven't pressed it yet! How did it start by itself?"

"Someone activated the four seals from the outside! This kind of high-level authority... is the guardian!"

As for Mimiron, who was sitting on his golden weapon platform and knocking, the weird black eyebrows of this mechanical gnome guardian also raised upwards. It pushed away the old dwarf standing in front of the console, and then used its own The metal fingers tapped on the mechanical console quickly, but no matter what instructions Mimiron entered, they could not stop the seal set by the four guardians from being lifted.

"You two! Come here and help!"

The mechanical dwarf was a little anxious to get angry. It turned its head and looked at Hesuo and Mekkatorque, who were exhausted from solving complex and tedious engineering problems in a short period of time. It shouted loudly:

"Your weak wisdom is still a little bit useful, come here, follow my instructions and start to forcibly break the seal..."

"boom"

Before Mimiron finished speaking, a series of dazzling sparks erupted from the mechanical console in his hand, and the rapidly rotating gears and instruments inside the console also made an overwhelmed rattling sound, and there was an unpleasant smell. Black smoke came out of the machine.

"This! This is impossible!"

The mechanical guardian grabbed its round metal head, and it let out a metal-synthetic scream, and it slapped on the console frantically, but no matter how it worked, the console that had stopped could no longer respond it's gone.

"What's going on? Ancestor Mimiron?"

The current Minister of Industrial Affairs of the Stormwind Kingdom, the extremely clever dwarf Gelbin Mekkatorque saw a clue from the forced shutdown console, and asked carefully behind Mimiron, the genuine dwarf ancestor:

"It looks like a forced lock of high-level authority... That strange authority even temporarily deprived you of your guardian authority, which seems somewhat, unlikely..."

"That's impossible! My stupid offspring!"

Mimiron shouted:

"I am a guardian made by the wisest Lord Norgannon. In theory, my authority should be the highest in the world of Azeroth. Wait... I know... There is an existence with authority higher than I am higher, she is the ultimate authority owner of this world..."

"Protoss Elune... has she regained consciousness?"

The mechanical guardian's machine eyes began to frantically refresh the green data flow, it looked like a mechanical creation was undergoing a self-test and restart, and after a while, a low-pitched click sounded from Mimiron's mechanical body , the next moment, the mechanical guardian no longer paid attention to the console that could no longer be started. Instead, it picked up two wrenches from the side of the data table, threw one of them to Mekkatorque, and the other Throw it to Goblin Blackfuse.

"Except for the two of you, the others, get out! The farther you go, the better, the next thing is not for you to participate in!"

At this moment, Mimiron's voice became indifferent, completely different from the thinking of the funny mechanical gnome before. From this indifferent tone, other onlookers felt the majesty of this mechanical guardian, so in the shadow Under the leadership of the Pai masters, the others quickly left the Wisdom Spark Temple.

The guardian of the mechanical dwarf quickly issued several orders to the intelligence center of the temple. With the sound of countless gears turning, two golden metal boxes were released from the underground and the warehouse on the top of the temple. Mimiron held each other. Mekkatorque and Blackfuse of Wrench says:

"From now on, you are my assistants, listen, I need you to assemble my Voltron as quickly as possible, and then I need you two to be the co-pilots of my mechanically glorious war machine ! Only when all three drivers are present, can it exert its most powerful attack power!"

"Wait, ancestor, wait!"

Mekkatorque was still a little dazed, and the extremely clever dwarf asked cautiously:

"Ancestor, who is our enemy? You haven't told us this yet..."

"Who else?"

Mimiron said impatiently:

"The guardians of the ancient torn apart have begun to reorganize. My ancient and powerful brothers have returned. We have to start to solve the bad problems that have been left behind for nearly a hundred thousand years. Who is the enemy? It's simple...the enemy is Yogg-Sa Long!"

"There's no time to waste! Let's start assembling the machine. In addition, what will happen next today, you two, I'm rotten in my heart! Don't tell any living body with authority lower than the secondary guardian! Do you understand?"

"Fortunately, my junior, you will watch and participate in a... battle of the gods!"

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"The seal has been activated!"

In the Greenhouse Temple of Life, Freya, the Guardian of Life, who was just woken up by the "violent" way of the demigods, seemed to sense some kind of call at this moment. In the pool in the center, under the originally calm flowing water, something seemed to be activated, causing the entire surface of the water to appear beating waves.

"Help me up!"

The weak guardian called out to the talking demigods surrounding her:

"Quick! Time is running out!"

"Mother, you should rest now!"

The wild boar demigod Agama said to Freya in a low voice:

"You are weak, anything you want to do, we can help you do it."

"No, my children, you do not understand."

Freya stretched out her hand and put it on Usol the bear man's shoulder. The tall bear man gently helped his mother up. Freya stood up, and this beautiful guardian of life staggered to his feet. She watched The children who care about her around her, these children who were raised by her in ancient times, are like a truly gentle mother. She said to the demigods:

"I feel the call. After tens of thousands of years, the leader of the guardian has returned. He is calling for his compatriots. We have wasted too much time, and we have failed the world too many times. This time, Can't miss it any more."

"Then we will go with you!"

Goldrinn the wolf uttered a deep howl, and it shouted:

"We have also lost you once, we don't want to experience it again, we will be your guards, your weapons, your best fighters... We beg you, let us follow you!"

"Ah, my children."

Freya smiled. She stretched out her hand and gently stroked Goldrinn's beautiful silver fur. She said softly:

"I feel your heart, but unfortunately, this is my mission, I can't involve you in it, don't worry, I found my children with great difficulty, I will not give up on you so easily."

"But if you really want to help, then I have a slightly excessive request, my children."

The weak Freya had a premonition that a great war was about to start, and she had to take on the duty and mission of a guardian, but she was too weak now, and she said to the wilderness demigods in front of her with some embarrassment:

"My children, lend me your strength...and then, right here, bless my triumphant return."

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"The horn of winter has sounded, and I must answer it!"

In the Temple of Winter, Hodir, the God of Frost, was surrounded by two fire mages and a fire elemental lord summoned by a great shaman. This terrifying frost giant warrior dressed in ice armor Suddenly he stopped waving the icy hammer that was constantly waving in his hand, creating an endless avalanche, as if he had suddenly regained his consciousness.

He looked at the attacker in front of him. He raised his hands and took a step back. This action made the Sun King and Dragon Mage who were attacking stop the chanting of the curse of flames at the same time. The attack of the fire elemental lord summoned by himself, under the gaze of the three parties, this very durable and extremely powerful Frost God looked at the temple that had been frozen for tens of thousands of years in a daze, and he let out a long sigh :

"Ah, time, it's been too long... I've wasted too many fates..."

"Everything here belongs to you."

Hodir dropped a sentence, then turned around, and touched the wall at the other end of the temple with his fingers. As the ice melted, a hole in the wall slowly rose at this moment. Frost's silent frost giant ignored the calls of the archmages behind him. He took a step forward, and then disappeared into the Temple of Winter under the surge of the guardian's power.

"Thank you, mortal warriors..."

Hodir's last voice echoed in the ears of Rhonin and Kael'thas, making the archmages who had already prepared for a hard fight puzzled, but after all, winning is something to be thankful for, and with the With Hodir's departure, all the restrictions on the Winter Temple seemed to disappear, and the ice holy objects sealed in the temple were also exposed to everyone.

"Then... half of one person?"

Luo Ning looked back at the Sun King. The handsome Kael'thas stroked his perfectly groomed beard. He glanced at the great tauren shaman not far away, and said in a low voice:

"No, one person and one third... All I want is the magic scroll, and those holy objects are yours."

Not to mention the waves of chaos in the inner sanctum and front hall caused by the broken seal, between the frost god Hodir, who appeared in the darkness at the bottom of Ulduar between the falling snow and the drifting cold wind When he was in the crypt, he saw the rumbling, huge, golden Voltron like a world-destroying machine undergoing its final test.

Apparently, his brother, the mechanical guardian Mimiron, has also awakened and is ready for the final battle.

"Ah, sorry, I'm late."

Behind Hodir, among the green fluorescent lights, Freya, the guardian of life who has fully recovered her strength, also walked into the dark cave with graceful steps. The sensual giantess watched Hodir, and Mimiron's weird machinery, she recalled the scene where the guardians gathered together, and she let out a slightly desolate sigh.

"Everyone is still... except Tyr, except... Loken..."

"Don't mention that disgusting name here!"

A sound like the thunder of a storm came out from the shadow directly in front of the crypt. Thorim, the guardian of the storm, surrounded by blue lightning, held his own war hammer Umir in one hand, and a sword made of the world tree Nordash in the other. The staff of life made by the backbone of Er, he waved his hand, and the staff was thrown into Freya's hands.

The Stormkeeper swung his warhammer, and the beating thunder light illuminated the entire crypt.

"You can't go to war without arms, my sister."

Thorim nodded slightly to Freya, and then looked at Hodir. The two guardians had broken up because of Loken's conspiracy back then, and the relationship between the two parties was very bad. When Thorim looked at Hodir, Hodir Dill was staring at him too, and that look was definitely not friendly.

"Big man, we'll talk about those things about you and me later."

Thorim whispered:

"Ray is already at war with Yogg-Saron, and he needs our help! Now, come with me, let's... go to battle!"

"Boom"

The moment Thorim's voice fell, the mighty and powerful Vajra God of War, the propeller with a metal head resembling Mimiron's, began to spin rapidly, and the eyes of this strange aircraft also shone with blue light.

The mechanical guardian Mimiron sitting on the command platform in the air seems to have regained his funny personality, he pushed down the joystick in his hand, and amidst the roar of the three Titan engines, the mechanical gnome The screams also sounded from Voltron's body and the lowermost delivery platform.

"Gelbin! Hession! Are you ready?"

"receive!"

"This thing is so cool!"

The two voices sounded at the same time, causing Mimiron to laugh wildly, and the mechanical dwarf screamed:

"Very good! Now, I'll make up the head!"

"Kaka"

Accompanied by the fit of the gears, the flying platform that resembled the head of a mechanical dwarf landed on the top of Voltron, and the complete version of War Machine was fully activated. In the flames of the two-handed injectors of War Machine and the explosion of thunder and lightning, the three little men The screams are surprisingly consistent at this moment:

"Let's kill the Quartet!"

And just after the guardian's final support entered the field, the great lord of hell who had already set off thousands of ghosts crying in the seal swung his long sword, and easily cut off the tentacles of flesh and blood that were roaring and smashing in front of him. A gleam of light flashed in the black eyes:

"Lai! Its filthy flesh and blood belong to you!"

"And its dark soul... is mine!"