"That's good," Demytia nodded, and she said solemnly to old Tavard, "I don't think Lord Tawad wants to keep this Tyr's Hammer here, do you?" ”

"Now that the threat here has been cleared," Old Tawad paused, he tilted his head to look at Locke who seemed to understand what Demitian meant, and he smiled and nodded, "I have already spoken to Lord Harvey about the arrangement of the Holy Hammer. ”

"Lord Harvey's actions are in line with the requirements of the Hammer wielder, and he himself is a king of high moral character and a strong sense of responsibility. He is also a noble paladin who keeps his promises and always remembers his sacrifice and dedication. I was impressed by what he did, and I'm sure Tyre would approve of him. Also, as much as I am resentful of Soladin, the great emperor believes in him, so there is no reason for me to refuse to let this hammer be in the hands of someone who is more capable of doing his job, and let the way of Tyr spread. ”

"The Silver Hand will play his part in Lord Harvey's hands, for Lordaeron and all living beings in this world to understand. Tyre's dedication to it! ”

With all that said, Locke had to stand up and say a few words. And from the perspective of weapons, Scamdo is an artifact, and Natyr's weapons will never be bad. The story and moral behind it made it so important for Locke to hold it in his hands!

"Thank you, Lord Tawad, for believing in me, and the heroic deeds of Tyr still need to be told to the world by the guards of Tyre. I will build statues and temples for Tyr in every city, so that every Lordaeron will know about his glorious deeds! ”

This attitude still made the old Tawad more satisfied, you must know that the person in front of him is the future king of Lordaeron, if he doesn't believe his words, then who else can he believe?

The corroded earth under his feet was poured with enough alchemical accelerant, and the depleted holy light in Locke's body had been restored, so he became a fire bearer.

A continuous stream of holy flames rose from beneath his feet, and holy light appeared from the surface of the ground with the help of accelerant, igniting all the slow-breathing sarcomas around him. Because of Krasis, the ancient creatures dormant in the ground trembled violently in the flames of the holy light, and the air was filled with the smell of burnt.

"Oh, there's a smell of roasted Danmoro lamb!" The dwarf rubbed his nose and sniffed, he touched the little short beard on his chin and said with a smile, "If you can add some cumin, chili pepper, and a little more refined salt!" Oh~ It must be delicious..."

Heroes see the same thing! Locke wanted to say the same thing, his greedy saliva was going to flow down at this moment! But thinking about it, this is the flesh and skin tissue of ancient creatures, smacking his lips, Locke thinks it's better to forget it, don't eat it...

The fire burned for more than ten minutes, burning all the sarcomas here to white ashes, and then Locke picked up Vika, who was sitting on the stone, and walked with the others to the upper floor of the mausoleum.

This guy who still retains the dominant genes of the Viku people is really heavy, he is two meters and three meters tall, and he has the armor on his body, and his broadsword in his hand... Locke estimated that there were at least 700 catties up!

With the blessing of the Holy Light, he hadn't felt this feeling for a long time. But even this only made Locke feel a little heavy. Perhaps the blood-red aura would also help him.

I was scared when I came, but the way up was much faster.

Nothing happened along the way, and the group returned to the upper hall the same way. The guards who were waiting here took the two fainting Tyr guards from Locke's body and the old Tavad's back.

Without saying a word, Locke was guided by old Tavard and stood under the huge altar in the middle of the hall. Locke raised his head, and the wide holy hammer was above his head, emitting a glowing golden light!

"Gaffold and I have activated this altar, and stand here, my lord." Standing in the middle of the ring, Old Tawad pulled out a ball of golden light from his body, and then carefully placed it on the only lampholder that did not shine among the four lampholders around the altar.

The golden light lit up slowly, and the whole hall suddenly seemed to be brought to life, bright and holy. The round chandeliers carved out of the walls on either side of the wall reached out and began to glow with a soft golden glow. All the pillars in the hall were illuminated by the light, reflecting the golden light slightly, making the hall even brighter, as if the darkness of the battle just now did not seem to exist.

Visible to the naked eye, golden ring ripples emerged from the four lamp bases around the altar, slowly drifting towards the center of the altar where Locke was. The ripples contracted slowly as they went, and then burrowed into the ring at Locke's feet.

"Step on it." Old Tawad motioned for Locke to step the ring in the middle of the altar.

Locke said that he put a slight force on his right foot... In fact, he had already tried it just now, and when he came up, he deliberately increased his steps, but the ring under his feet did not move at all.

But at this moment, there was a clang, echoing in this empty hall. The sound of gear wheels and winches grinding against each other rang out from all around the hall. Then, Locke looked up to see the hammer head of the huge upside-down silver hand slowly moving downward. At the same time, the hall shook slightly like an earthquake, and smoke and debris fell from some places, and fell on the open area with a rattle.

The silver hand in front of him is more suitable for giants who are six meters tall. Because it's so big, its hammer head is half a locquet long. Luckily, old Tawad said that it was a magic weapon that would resize itself according to how the user felt.

"As soon as this mechanism is activated, the lake above our heads will soon flood here." Old Tawad looked around with some emotion, "The structure of the building here will completely collapse, burying everything that happens here. ”

"Well, in principle, your former Guardians, they must have made a giant engineering trap. We're supposed to be in a trap," the dwarf spread his hands, and continued helplessly, "the Tyr guards are crazy to think of using a trap as a mausoleum. Well, but it's a good fit..."

Locke took a few steps back, making way for the massive hammerhead. When this huge hammer shining with golden light appeared in front of Locke, his heart was not moved.

There was far less excitement in my heart than I felt when I got Scamdor.

Without having time to look, at Tawad's urging, Locke reached out and touched the huge hammer. The golden light flashed, and Locke saw the picture of a tall giant fighting with two huge Crasis, but to his surprise, the height of the two Crasis was not as small as the one he had just fought.

In this space, everyone is ten meters tall, which makes Locke, a small human, very puzzling, is it because that Crasis has not recovered? So the body is small?

The divine warhammer suddenly emitted a dazzling golden light, and the two monsters suddenly covered their eyes and howled, and Locke only saw the giant with the gray beard smash the head of one of the Clasis in front of him into the stomach with a hammer...

The other ran out in other directions in a bit of a panic.

Just when Locke was surprised by Tyre's victory, he suddenly fell to his knees, the skin on his chest fell to the ground like dry cement, golden liquid flowed out of his tattered chest, and he could only support his body with silver hands in both hands.

Many small giants of about two meters and five around him surrounded him, and they knelt respectfully in front of the giant and said something to him.

Locke knew that this was the Viku.

"You have the breath of a Titan Creator..."

Just as Locke was watching this scene intently, the words of eternal vicissitudes suddenly sounded in his ears, and Locke jumped in fright. He turned his head to look, and just like the statue gatekeepers in Ulduar, a gray-and-white stone statue three meters tall stood beside him and looked at Tyr in the distance.

"But it's strange that the Titan's creations wouldn't be so weak, nor would they be flesh and blood." The gatekeeper of the gray and white stone statue turned to look at Locke, and after a long pause, he said in a low tone, "You should have been in contact with the Creator, do you know where the Creators have gone..."

Could this be the same as the will of the artifact in Scamdor?

Locke stared at the janitor, waiting patiently for his reply.

"I'm sorry, I don't know." Locke honestly said he really didn't know. When he came, according to the decryption, the Pantheon was destroyed by the Sargeras Regiment...

This is said to give them these titanic creations, and they must not be allowed to collapse? Moreover, whether they believe it or not, how do they know it, it is not easy to fool about this matter, it is better to say that they don't know it at the beginning.

"I'm just—" Locke said, "I just, unintentionally came here... The hand of silver..."

"I know you're here for the Silver Hand," the janitor rumbled to the side, watching Tyr slowly fall, "One of the Titan's guardians, Tyr, his weapon is in need of some heirs..."

"As long as you have good intentions and are willing to protect the weak, you can use it." The janitor sat down on the ground with a bang, and said in a dull voice, "This is Tyr's will, and this is his request..."

"What about you?" Locke asked tentatively, "Are you..."

"I'm the caretaker of this oath..."The weather-eroded stone chips on the janitor's body began to fall rapidly, revealing the original golden gland inside, "and the evil punisher." ”

"Go back, humans sheltered by the Creator," said the gatekeeper to Locke, cloaked in gold, "and the Silver Hand has received a new mission today, and it will live up to the expectations of its Creator. ”

"Let's go back..."