"I don't like elemental creatures, Tyrion."

Watching the tide hunters disappear into the maelstrom of water, and the beating of the silver curtain of light that enveloped the beach, the voice of Elune, the spirit of the world, sounded in the center of the High Lord's mind, like a sullen girl, and she complained:

"These elemental creatures are unruly, they always do things by nature, they also followed the ancient gods, and the world was almost destroyed by them, and Nepturon... It was one of the most troublesome elements back then, and I can still remember the scene when the Maharaja of the Water Elemental set off a worldwide tide of the sea and tried to flood the surface of the entire world. ”

"It's the same as the other three elemental lords, it's not trustworthy!"

"It's not about trust, little Elune."

Standing on the beach, looking at the sea that was gradually calming down in front of him, the Great Lord whispered:

"You need them, the Dark Pantheon is coming, and I will have no extra energy to protect you until we defeat Sargeras, my warriors will focus on the difficult battlefields, and I, myself, will find a glimmer of hope for you and the world in the dark ahead."

"After we are gone, these elements can become your strength until you are strong enough not to need their protection... And remember what I told you, as the spirit of the world, as the last known Titan of the stars, you are on a mission to rebuild the Pantheon, and in the process, you need not only spokesmen to convey your goodwill, but also an army to spread your majesty! ”

"Elementals, they are unruly, but they are very good warriors, and there are elementals in every world of the stars, listen to me, Elune... Sargeras's approach to cleaning the stars is wrong, but its execution is worth learning from. ”

Tyrion advised Elune:

"Sargeras uses chaotic creatures like demons to achieve his own ends, and you need your legions, and if you want to fight against Sargeras and restore order to the stars, you need an army as invincible as the Burning Legion! And they've always been there for you, you know what I mean? ”

"I understand."

Elune let out a human sigh as she said:

"I understand what you mean, and I know you're right, but can I really reshape this devastated world of stars on my own? Tyrion, I'm a little worried. ”

"It's too far away to think about that, girl."

The High Lord looked back and saw that Dornan's contract ceremony had been completed, and he took the initiative to end the conversation with Elune, saying:

"If you and I, and the world, don't survive the final battle in Sargeras, then these are meaningless fantasies, so let's keep our eyes on the path beneath our feet, Elune... At least now, recharge your energy, and when Enzos is reinstated, I need you to return to the state that the spirit of the world should be as quickly as possible... Can it be done? ”

"Yes!"

Elune replied confidently, and a moment later, as she had come, the will of the spirit of the world quietly disappeared again, and in the next moment, a perfect body, like a lover's sweet attack, slammed down on the back of the Great Lord, the long purple hair with the light of the void scattered over the Great Lord's shoulders, and in his ears, the sweet and greasy voice of Salatas:

"My dear, I helped your daughter complete the ceremony, I also helped you shape the Void Spirit you want, I created a race for you out of thin air, won't you reward me?"

Tyrion was not wearing armor, he could clearly feel that there was a soft and warm body and two raised dots, rubbing against his back, and Saratas's legs, which were enough to make any male crazy, were also hooked around his waist, this wonderful gesture did not make the Great Lord's expression change a little, and he said softly to Saratas behind him:

"If you can get off me, I'll give you whatever reward you want... My daughter is still looking at me! Please don't be so rude in front of children, Ms. Salatas. ”

Hearing the Great Lord's dry response, a trace of boring light flashed in the purple eyes of the flesh-and-blood Fifth Ancient God Miss, but the Great Lord's words made her interested again, she ignored Dornan, who crossed her waist and glared at her little hooves viciously, she deliberately puffed up her chest, teasing the Great Lord like a boneless beauty snake, and whispered:

"Really? My Tyrion, are you really willing to give me anything I want? ”

"Of course."

The High Lord's fingers moved slightly, and his body was like the quicksand of the Dead Realm, drifting away in the wind in Salatas's arms, and reappeared beside Dornan, and while touching his daughter's head, he said to the presumptuous Miss Fifth Old God:

"I'm known to be a very generous lord... You have completed your task, and you deserve to be rewarded. ”

"Say, Lady Saratas, what do you want from me?"

Tyrion asked, and Saratas didn't hesitate for a moment, she stepped forward, reached out and brushed her seductive long purple hair, then straightened her robes, and with a flick of her fingers, a delicate red rose appeared on the tip of the finger of the Fifth Old God.

The next moment, under Dornan's shocked gaze, this shameless wind ** man actually knelt down on one knee in front of her father, her beautiful face was full of romance like a little girl, she handed the rose to Tyrion, and she said in the gentlest voice:

"So, the reward I want is..."

"Stay with me, Tyrion. Dawnblade, I only want you! ”

"Ahem"

Before the Great Lord could answer, a light cough from the Blood Master Mother sounded in the High Lord's heart, intentionally or unintentionally, that Aurelia was using this method to warn her man.

Answer carefully, I'm looking at you!

Tyrion was also taken aback by Saratas's unconventional play, but without much hesitation, he reached out and took the red rose, and then put it in his daughter's long silver hair, patted Dornan's head, and said to Sarathas:

"This is my daughter, Ms. Saratas, I have two other adopted daughters, an adopted son, and a headache girl to take care of, I am already married, so unfortunately, I cannot accept your love."

"Let's get another reward."

The Great Lord shrugged his shoulders and said with a blank face:

"Anything else will do."

"Cut, boring!"

The purple-haired young lady stood up with an unhappy face, she glanced at Dornan with resentful eyes, making the little hooves stand on end, the resentment of the fifth ancient god is terrifying, at this moment, even the elemental power that had just stabilized in Dornan's body was turbulent again, but the great lord took a step outward, blocking the gaze of Saratas and Dornan, he looked at the fifth ancient god, and he said:

"Say, Saratas, I'm running out of patience, what do you want?"

“emmmmm”

The purple-haired young lady played with a tuft of her hair, her purple eyes rolling, she seemed to think, hesitate, and after a moment, she looked at Tyrion again:

"Is it really okay to do anything?"

"Hmm."

The Grand Lord nodded.

"That's good!"

Salatas snorted, and with one hand on her hips, she reached out to Tyrion, and said:

"You have two weak souls of the old gods in your hands, give me one! It hurts me that you rejected my courtship, so I'm going to eat and drink to comfort my wounded heart! ”

"Father!"

Before the Great Lord could respond, Dornan nervously shook Tyrion's hand, Little Hoof is not a child anymore, she is well aware of the danger of the Elder God, Saratas, the veritable weakest Ancient God, can easily imprison an Elemental Lord in the erosion of death, once she fuses the souls of other Ancient Gods, then she will become stronger.

This is a very dangerous thing.

"Don't promise her, father! She must be brewing some dangerous conspiracy. ”

"Hey, little girl, how do you talk!"

Dornan's speech made Miss Saratas very dissatisfied, and she crossed her waist and said to Dornan:

"How can you tarnish people's reputations out of thin air? In vain I just helped you get rid of that angry elemental lord, that's how you treated your friend? Besides, adults talk, children don't interject! ”

"You!"

Dornan's personality is also very hot, and this little hoof wants to contradict the shameless woman, but is stopped by his own father.

The Great Lord looked at Salatas, his ice-blue eyes had a hint of scrutiny, and Saratas calmly faced Tyrion's scrutiny, she even reached out and flicked the clothes on her chest outward, revealing the dizzying white "fat", and the Great Lord retracted his gaze at this moment like a qualified gentleman.

He coughed lightly:

"I want you to make one thing clear, Saratas, the power of death spreads to the core of your existence, in terms of the power of you and mine, even if you eat a weak soul of the old god, you will not be able to break free from the shackles of death, if you plan to win freedom in this way, you might as well take this opportunity to tell me directly... Let me set you free. ”

"For the sake of the two things you've accomplished, I'll consider this request, so... I ask again one last time, have you really decided? ”

"Of course I decided, dear."

Miss Saratas showed a sweet and greasy signature smile, and the black silly hair on the top of her head was flicking around, which seemed to indicate her good mood, and she said:

"I want the soul of the ancient gods to regain some strength so that I can better serve my dear family... Don't you feel my fiery love? My Tyrion, my dear, your indifference really grieves me, do you think I will betray you? I even made our common "children" for you, those newborn Void Elves, they are our "crystallization of love"..."

"Ahh

Dornan let out a retching sound, and she said to her father:

"I can't listen to it anymore, father, it's disgusting... I'm leaving, maybe mom will "talk" with you tonight, so prepare in advance~"

With that, the little hoof smiled evilly and took a few steps back, she glared at Saratas viciously, and then walked into the elemental portal of the astral teleportation, and on this island, only the Great Lord and Saratas remained.

Silence remained between the two until a few dozen seconds later, when the High Lord waved his hand, and a misty key fell into the hands of Salatas, and Tyrion looked at her and said:

"This is the key to seal Cthun, and the half-dead soul of the Old God is yours."

"But remember, Saratas..."

"If I can defeat you once, I will naturally defeat you a second time, you'd better not have any thoughts that you shouldn't have, you should understand yourself... You should have died a long time ago, and the only reason you're alive is because I want you to live, that's all. ”

"Your fate is in your own hands, decide carefully, ma'am."

After saying that, the body of the Great Lord slowly dissipated in the dark blue mist of death, and after confirming that the Great Lord had left the world, the warm feelings in Saratas's eyes suddenly dissipated at this moment, she looked down at the key in her hand, and a chilling chill flashed in her narrowed eyes.

Of course, she knew that her risky request had touched the bottom line of the Great Lord, but she still succeeded in the end.

But what Saratas is most puzzled about now, and the most uncertain, is whether Tyrion has really begun to trust her with the key, or is it just another test of loyalty?

Or is it the worst-case scenario, which is the beginning of another conspiracy? Just as he devised a scheme to lure Kil'Gardan to his death?

Although the longer he was in contact with Tyrion, the more the Fifth Old God could figure out the way of thinking of this great lord, in Tyrion's style of acting, loyalty is not the most important factor, in the Darkblade Legion, there are also various ideas circulating, Tyrion never seems to control those dangerous signs of thinking, he seems to only look at ability, not consider these other factors.

But the more this happened, the more uncertain Salatas became.

"What the hell do you think, Tyrion!"

The Fifth Ancient God tightened her grip on the cold mist key in her hand, and she whispered:

"Do you really not care?"

Saratas didn't come up with a reason in the end, and she was still a little hesitant, but now that the key was in hand, it meant she had to give it a go.

Yes, the Fifth Old God has never been loyal to anyone but the Void, and she's about to embark on an adventure. The potential of the World Spirit Elune is so huge, not only the eyes of the Dark Titans are dead here, but even the void on the other side of the world has never taken its eyes off.

If Saratas wins her last fight, she will be able to get the most powerful warriors for the Void, and by the way, she will be able to get rid of the two most troublesome enemies, and usher in her most glorious promotion.

But if she loses...

I'm afraid that the Void side will lose the most important battlefield in the stars of Azeroth forever, and even she herself will be wiped out.

Ah, this game that has lasted for hundreds of thousands of years, finally, it's time for stud.