Once upon a time, Naru was the Titan's closest companion.

The universe is so big, but there are so few that you can chat.

In the case that almost all races regard the Titans as creators and gods, a very small number of intelligent beings, including Naru, are the most precious friends of the Pantheon, and the Titan bosses, including Almansur, are willing to provide all the help they can to their friends.

At that time, the universe was a farming flow simulation management game.

But with the fall of Sargeras, the rise of the Burning Legion, everything changed.

The once thriving cosmic civilization is withering, some corrupted and destroyed by the Burning Legion, and some purified by the Pantheon Titans.

The current cosmic chat room is empty and deserted.

At this time, the universe has become a real-time strategy game.

Times are different.

Adar was adamantly opposed to the atrocities of the Burning Legion, but he did not approve of the Pantheon's actions.

Agrama forgot the hardships of the Great Pioneer Era, the Titans and Naru raising civilization together, the preciousness of life, and the greatest miracle in the universe itself.

In order to save the universe, the Burning Legion must be confronted.

In order to fight the Burning Legion, it is necessary to stop the Legion from corrupting and expanding.

In order to stop the spread of corruption, a great purge must be carried out.

The logic is perfect, but the original intention has been forgotten.

The Legion of Light that Adar hopes to form is a glorious legion to defend the continuation of life, and fighting against the Burning Legion is only a means, not an end, which is contrary to the current Pantheon.

So Adar is Naru who is not popular with the Titans.

That's why it uses avatars to participate in this ridiculous game.

The planet's Titan Guardians have been corrupted.

To put it bluntly, it's a brain show.

Adar had come to determine the level of corruption of the Titan Guardians.

If there is still salvation, intervene.

If you are terminally ill, you will seize the dominance of the planet and bring it into the sphere of influence of the Legion of Light.

What the?

You ask the attitude of the Pantheon?

The attitude of the Pantheon has always been to kill mistakes and not let go.

Adar told Carlos in no uncertain terms that if the High Titans found that one of their sources had been infiltrated and corrupted by the Burning Legion, burning glass would be the only outcome.

Although he felt that what Adar said was a bit exaggerated, Carlos still decided to believe it, after all, Ulduar had learned from the past, and he couldn't help but believe it.

"Life on this planet is not completely natural, and there are Titans involved. And the Titans have a war workshop on this planet, and the Titans have influenced the evolutionary path of mortal civilization. ”

Adar said this, Carlos couldn't help but nodded, if it weren't for the pressure from the tribe, he would have wanted to be a captain in Azeroth.

"So I'm not really trying to recruit this planet and its inhabitants into the Light Legion, at least not all."

"Huh?"

What is the internal logic of this, Carlos did not turn a corner at all.

"The power itself is divided. It is not we, Naru, who have chosen the Light, but the Light who has made us Naaru. In the same way, the Titan's creations are permeated with Titan worship, a kind of paranoia written into the code of life, just like Agrama can easily go all the way to the dark. To put it nicely, it is called persistence, and in other words, it can also be called extreme. ”

Carlos understood every word of Adar, but he didn't understand what Naru was trying to say.

"I don't read much, don't lie to me."

"Deception is not Naru's style, you can rest assured."

“……”

Carlos felt that the day was being talked to death by Adar.

Hundreds or thousands of words of dialogue are just the time of a Holy Light probe, and Adar has unabashedly done his best, and the whole of Westwood has no secrets in front of Naru.

The Space Marine's location is confirmed, and Adar appears in front of Dorn with a teleportation from Carlos.

Without even Carlos using a knife, Adar just "sang a song" before the foundation of the Heroic Spirit began to crumble, and the body constructed by the magic dissipated into nothingness.

Ignoring the stunned magician, Adar teleported again, teleporting Carlos and himself to a mysterious grand hall.

"Here?"

"Where the Titan Guardian of this planet is located, Ein Hoffmans."

"Ein Hofmans ......"

Carlos couldn't say how uncomfortable it was, the skill of the Titan's naming was really high.

"That's not right."

Not caring about Carlos's little entanglement, Adar reminded him.

"Huh? Titan Guardians! ”

Carlos understood what Adar meant, and directly broke into someone else's house, but the owner did not come forward, it was really wrong.

But Adar didn't explain anything more, its brilliance was constantly fading, and it was already flickering and dimming.

"Wait a moment, give me some time."

After saying this, Adar bloomed the most dazzling light like a firework in the middle of summer, and a holy light spell that Carlos could not understand at all was cast by Adar, and then, for the third time, Adar led Carlos to a mysterious door.

Then, Adar turned into a miserable white powder, like ground bone meal.

Carlos was stunned, and he felt that the first twenty years of his life combined were not as confused as this unexpected trip.

What a situation!

The situation is that with the ashes of Adar, the last "Heroic Spirit" is killed, the ceremony of the Cup of Heaven is over, and Carlos becomes the final victor.

The door slowly opened, and out of it was actually ...... Medivan!

Carlos drew his weapon and stared coldly at Medivan in front of him.

"Don't get excited, my friend. I'm real, not an illusion, not a pretense, no need to wonder who I am. ”

Medivan spread his hands, looking relaxed and happy.

"You owe me an explanation."

Carlos couldn't see through the true strength of the person in front of him, and he didn't dare to act rashly, so he tried it with words.

"There's nothing to explain, I said, win the ritual and send you back to Azeroth, right, now I'll make good on my promise."

Medivin said to Carlos with a smile.

"No, this ceremony is definitely not what you said, and it is not a [vaccine] at all."

Carlos took a small half step back, arched himself, and prepared for battle.

But Medivan still didn't make any further moves.

"Don't get excited, don't be nervous, Carlos, I probably know why you're so nervous. Is Adar right? It was a bit of a surprise to me that it would be involved. ”

Medivin smiled and took a step back, signaling that he had no ill intentions.

"What's so funny?"

Carlos relaxed a little, but his spirit was still tense.

Because Carlos couldn't determine the identity of this "Medivan".

"How can I not laugh, you brought me the best result. The best, the best in a millionth probability. ”

Medivan opened his arms, happy as a child.

"I'm going to put a little spell now, you can be on guard, but don't be nervous. We'll talk about it later. ”

Medivan greeted him in advance, and then recited a spell, and Carlos's nervous wings of light opened, only to result in the black armor on his body dispersing like smoke and condensing into a black ball with mysterious patterns in Medivan's hand.

"It's finally here."

Medivan's eyes revealed greed, but he restrained his pride well.

"Now, let's talk about your return to Azeroth."

"I think you should give me a dress first."

Carlos said with the urge to do it.