Time always passes, it is a fact that it does not transfer by human will, and although we use all means to stop the merciless scattering of time, to be honest, in the face of this power above everything else in the world, mortal efforts always seem so futile. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

This has to be said to be an irony, but to be honest, this powerlessness in the face of the passage of time is also like the most vicious whip, constantly whipping mortals, making them burst out of all their potential in a limited time, making their lives like a brilliant and ephemeral fireworks, with no eternity, only a moment of brilliance.

And it is precisely this momentary brilliance that makes it easier for those heroes who are praised by the world to appear in the mortal world, and when the mortal civilization really grows up, the speed of their progress, under the leadership of these heroic spirits, far exceeds the development speed of those immortals, and soon, it may be more than ten years, it may be decades, at most hundreds of years, and the world that was originally firmly occupied by the immortals will fall into their hands.

Mortals are short-sighted, ignorant, greedy, vicious, and fierce.

But they are also brave and upright, dare to admit their imperfections, and then in their short lives, look for the meaning of perfection, which is definitely not the meaning that the immortals are looking for.

This is the only emotion in the hearts of the Balon trio when they stand under the walls of Ulduar, looking up at the city of Titans sheltered from time.

In front of this city, which has stood here since the beginning of the world, everything has become meaningless. In front of him, whether it was Baron, Swain, or even Master Romans, who was standing not far away, carefully caressing the city wall, they all entered the same starting line.

Age and race have become meaningless, and in front of the city, they are like children who have just been born and have just learned to walk.

Everything they were proud of was shattered in the face of the silence of the city, leaving only the initial, deepest humility.

"In any life, there should be a visit to Ulduar, even if it is just from afar. ”

Master Romans carefully picked up a broken rune made of steel from the corner of the city wall, put it into his storage ring as if it were a treasure, and then turned his head and said to the young men in a friendly manner, "When we actually come here, and look back at our old selves, anyone will think that they are stupid. ”

Balon and the friendly old mage nodded to each other, and then stepped forward with their noisy brothers, not far ahead, where there was their place, just behind the old Marshal Fordin, and in the camp on the other side, the banner of the Overlord of Sarufar could be seen, and apparently, the old orc had also come this time.

Directly in front of the two camps, hundreds of meters away, there was a tall steel staircase that spread into the air, looking like that, there were thousands of knots, and at the top of the steel staircase, there was a gate that had been half destroyed, and there were crystal lamps that had not been extinguished for thousands of years, forming a section of decoration, mortals did not understand the meaning of the decoration, they only felt very majestic.

The five lamps, representing order, light, wisdom, courage and perseverance, are symbols of the end of the battle of the elements, and are the ornaments that Mimiron himself has placed on this door. ”

Dick explained to the people around him, "Through this gate, you can reach the main gate of Ulduar, if you don't have enough permission, even if you have the power of a guardian, you can't open that gate, it is protected by the power left by the Titans, but I will lift the permission blockade of the gate, and you will be allowed to enter Ulduar, the city of Titans." ”

The paladin chuckled, and Heimdall, who was sitting next to him, whispered as he drank the wine of the magnificent deeds before the battle, "It is your honor, mortal warriors, you are the first mortals in this world to be allowed to enter Ulduar, in those days, it was simply a rebellious act that we could not have imagined, but it doesn't matter if the world is difficult." ”

If it had been placed in the past, Heimdall's words would have attracted the rebuttal of Sarufar, this orc never accepted the grace of others, but at this time, he was really standing in the outer city of Ulduar, looking at the steel walls hundreds of meters high around him, and the smell of the years that escaped in them, looking back and forth around, carrying supplies or organizing armies, the giants, heroic spirits and ancient stone statues, the dragons that had turned into their original forms and flew back and forth on the surrounding walls, or rested, and the few earth spirit warriors who stood not far away and said something, and the Wagri Guards who formed a small team and patrolled in the wind and snow farther away。

Just like in the epic, those angels who brought light and warmth to the world, the black night sky reflected the golden ribbons of light flying behind them, so that this scene will always remain in the minds of mortals on the scene, and they will not forget until the time of their lives.

This kind of mythical scene made Sarufar feel "honored" for the first time in his life, so in the face of Heimdall's voice, he chose to be silent, as for the young orc standing behind him, he was already a little excited and couldn't help himself.

After all, what warrior wouldn't want to be part of such a battle that was destined to be great?

"I don't really like this place. ”

A gentle voice came from behind everyone, and the tall red dragon queen walked out of the shining portal, and behind him was Crassus, the red dragon prince Karen and Valastaz, who had not been seen for a long time, she just nodded slightly to Dick, and then with a touch of nostalgia, she looked at the great city in front of her that would never fall, and seemed to be caught in her own memories,

"Nozdorm and I have only been here once... The moment Venerable Tyr recommended us to accept the power of the Titans, we didn't like this place, it was cold like a prison, and besides, one of the previous owners of this place didn't welcome us, he didn't trust us. ”

As she spoke, the Queen's gaze fell on Heimdall's, and she asked softly,

"Even now, after we have guarded this world for tens of thousands of years, is Lord Odin still unwilling to give his precious trust to the Guardian Dragon?"

Heimdall's bottle was placed on the table by him, the gatekeeper of Valagar was undoubtedly Odin's confidant, he tilted his head to look at the Red Dragon Queen, and finally shook his head,

"I don't know, you probably have to ask Lord Odin directly about this question. ”

The atmosphere became a little stagnant at this moment, until Dick, who was silently thinking about something, came back to his senses and joined the discussion, he looked at the Red Dragon Queen and took a deep breath,

"It's enough for me to trust you... Your Majesty, get your dragon ready, I'm going to open the gates!"

"And, guys, there are some things I have to stress once!"

Dick's gaze swept over the thirty or so mortal heroes who had been selected to enter Ulduar in front of him, and his voice was serious,

"Your Majesty Alexstrasa is right about one thing, although the Titan City is majestic, it is actually a prison, it holds the last opponent we want to face, you know this in advance, although we have defeated such an opponent once before, the victory of Silisus came by luck, this time, we can no longer expect luck to come. ”

"Mortals can't face the old gods in their heyday, so your range of activity can only be between the training ground of Ulduar and the front hall, which is also the front line of the confrontation between the two legions, my Demon Ancient Legion and those real steel legions in the lightning hall that has just been activated will be your soldiers, regardless of casualties, but I have only one request, before the news of our victory comes, we must not let those fallen guys rush into Ulduar, there are too many of them, once the enemy is defeated, what will greet us can only be defeat. ”

"Do you still have questions?"

Dick looked at the crowd in front of him, and no one answered, he nodded, "Then, go and prepare, heroes, we are about to enter Ulduar." ”

When everyone had left, Dick said to Old Fordin, Mograine, Berval Vortagen, and Sarufar and Woking, who had remained where they were,

"I don't want to talk about it, but... If I can't come back with the dragon kings, you have to withdraw from Ulduar as quickly as possible, I have sealed off the deepest part of Ulduar with permission, but it won't last long, I have to go to Uldum first, stop the creators in the Origin Forge from activating the Origin Furnace, once that thing is activated, the whole world will be reshaped, and all traces of civilization will be erased this season, and then go to Draenor to find Illidan, he owes me a great favor, let him come back with his most powerful power and try again!"

At this point, Dick paused, then pointed to the sky secretly,

"If Illidan also fails, go to the Broken Isles to find Odin, although Odin does not trust mortals, but once he gets out of trouble, he has enough ability to solve all this, but Leydon, who can check and balance him, is still sleeping, so if he uses his ideas to lead Azeroth, mortal civilization is destined to enter an era of war where all people are soldiers, and it is simply the worst era... This is the last resort. ”

"But no matter what, the Old Gods must be destroyed, and once he breaks out of Ulduar, it won't even take a year, and all of Azeroth will fall into the deepest despair. ”

"Dick, this..."

Old Fordin looked at the paladin and wanted to say something, but was stopped by the paladin's outstretched hand, "This is only the worst-case scenario, 80% of the time it will not happen, but once it happens, you must prepare in advance, everything you need, I have put it in my servant Moam, bless me, old fellows, I hope you don't need them." ”

Dick grinned and smiled, he turned around, the light of the power of the gods appeared behind him, the light was so dazzling in the darkness of the Ulduar Celestial, and a few minutes later, Dick stepped through the broken gate, and behind him was a large phalanx, the Mogu Legion led by Jian Xi and Taixi, the Heroic Spirit Legion led by Heimdall, the Iron Legion led by mortal heroes, and the Earth Spirit Legion that operated the siege equipment in the rear, and the Treasury Guards led by Arkavon and his brothers, they were all armed, like the last warriors rushing to the killing field。

Not as excited as the soldiers of the war of this world, there are no shouts, no war drums, no music, only silence, calmness and endless courage.

From the snowflake-covered platform behind Dick to the Great Chasm of Ulduar, a black oppression, they were as indifferent as statues when they were not given the order to advance.

In the sky, the dragons who spread their wings and covered the sky, led by the four dragon kings, divided into four phalanxes, they are the most powerful beings in all mortal stories, but at this time, they are just ordinary members of this legion, they flap their wings, as if they have just accepted the power and mission of the Titans, ready to enter the unavoidable war of the gods of the guardians.

Illanicus, Crassus, Karen, Aregos, and even the last pure-blooded Black Dragon Blackhorn hidden in the Broken Isles, flying alone outside the four dragon phalanxes, represents the last dignity of the departed Black Dragon Legion.

Ten thousand years later, the five-colored dragons have once again gathered at the place where their mission began, ready to fight for the last battle of the world they have guarded for tens of thousands of years.

And the golden Vargri, led by Al, who flapped their wings through the center of the dragon camp, their red ribbons fluttering in the air, they were the will of Odin, the most glorious warbringers of Valagar, and this was also a responsibility they could not escape.

Like everyone else, like everyone else in this legion, they are never afraid of what is to come.

This is not a legion that mortals can imagine, this is an army that has come out of history and mythology, they are not only guarding mortal civilization, but also the hope of the whole world, even if they are outnumbered, even if the road ahead is bumpy, even if they will lose their lives, they are still coming.

Following an ancient mission and covenant, they have come to the city of Titans, Ulduar, to decide the fate of this world.

Dick was in front of everyone, he opened his left hand and placed it in front of the tightly closed large metal door in front of him, where was a jewel-like lock, his palm made contact with the cold gem, the authority from Lydon and the mysterious frequency beating in it slowly approached, and finally merged.

"Click"

With a soft sound, at this moment, the never-ending thunder and lightning over the entire Ulduar completely converged at this moment, and at this moment, the cold wind howling on the storm cliffs was collectively silent, and at this moment, the snowflakes fluttering in the sky also stagnated in the air.

Time seemed to stand still, it was not an illusion, a second later, Dick used his left hand to push the brilliant gem up gently, the sound of heavy gear collision sounded, as if under the ground, a huge machine began to move again, the paladin took a step back, and looked at the tightly closed metal gate in front of him in a gorgeous and abnormal way, began to combine, began to change shape, as if this giant beast that was forever entrenched in the north of the world opened its eyes, and the invisible power made him subconsciously hold his breath。

Exactly 30 seconds later, a temple-tall, solemn metal arch appeared in front of Dick and the legion behind him, a large green storm vortex opening before his eyes, like the mouth of a giant beast that would devour everything that would rush into it.

The paladin glanced back at the group behind him, then took a deep breath, strode into it with a sword in his left hand and a shield in his right.

The storm vortex swallowed him up, and after that, the legions scattered throughout the outer city of Ulduar, with its suffocating power, began to move forward, never to look back, to hell.

Age of Mythology, I'm coming!