A portal from Ulduar, opening in the sea of Stormfjord.

The first to walk out of the portal was the big guardian with a hood, Rai, the moment he stepped out of the portal, he and the big lord standing on the shore looked at each other, the glittering light in the eyes of the two coincided, and after nodding slightly, Rai stood aside without saying a word.

The other Guardians streamed out of the portal, probably because of the Odin Soul, and in this important meeting, almost all the Guardians with heads and faces came, even the senior technologist Mimiron, who was immersed in the study of Titan Technology, appeared here.

Behind them, the main part of the golden Valagar Fortress had been salvaged from the sea by the industrious Titans, but compared to the grandeur that had once suspended in the sky, the Valagar Fortress that had fallen into the deep sea and was fished up again, only the frame supported by silver metal remained, like an oversized steel frisbee, on which there were still some remains of the remains of buildings, as well as some metal wreckage that had been burned and fixed to the disc in the flow of energy flames.

It was the remains of the Immortal warriors, and they looked terrible, and there seemed to be a trace of the thick smoke of the battle of Ragnarok.

"Oh! Looks like our cat queen has found the lost Holy Arsenal! ”

Mimiron, the mechanical dwarf, raised his comical black steel eyebrows, and his mechanical, round face flashed with irrepressible curiosity and inquiry, and he waved his wrench and said to the other Guardians:

"You guys talk first, I'll go and see if the energy terminals in the Holy Arsenal and the main framework can be repaired! That's a very important thing... It's so much more important than this time-wasting meeting. ”

With that, Mimiron dragged a strange silver flying machine out of his touching space, and he jumped nimbly into it, and between the roar of the engines, the strange flying area rushed to the salvage area in the distance with a low sound.

Mimirlon's departure gave a sense of solemnity to the scene on the sea, especially the not very friendly eyes of Storm Keeper Torim, which cast a shadow of confrontation on the conversation that had not yet begun, until Lay interrupted the awkward silence, and the Grand Guardian coughed lightly, and he looked at Tyrion:

"Then Great Lord, first of all, congratulations on winning another victory, I heard that Hela has also chosen to obey your leadership, the unification of the dead world is already a future that can be expected, and the balance of life and death in this world will also be guaranteed, this is a very good thing, and it is also a joyful thing, and we are called here..."

"You come and bring back your brother's soul, of course, I know."

The High Lord waved his hand impatiently, interrupting a series of meaningless statements from Rai, his left hand with black gloves flipped open, a perfect diamond core, shining in the twilight sun, it was a thinking core that belonged to the Titan's creation, and it also represented the soul of the Titan's creation.

After defeating Odin and ending Odin's pain with her own hands, Hela did not break the soul core, maybe the Queen of Hades felt that revenge was enough to go this far, or maybe before Odin died, the two finally reached a reconciliation, in short, Odin's priceless soul core finally returned to Tyrion.

And after seeing this undisguised core of thought, the eyes of the guardians lit up.

Truth be told, sane Guardians like Freya and Azadas, who are skeptical and pessimistic about Odin's ability to retain his soul, have more or less heard of the High Lord's way of doing things, but now that the facts are in front of them, it proves that the High Lord has indeed fulfilled his promise to the Guardians and spared Odin's life.

This overjoyed them, and Storm Keeper Torim stepped forward to take the soul core from the High Lord, his handsome face full of hopeful smiles.

However, the Guardians didn't notice that the big Guardian Rai, who was standing on the side, had a deep sadness in his eyes under the hood.

How could someone like Tyrion be so generous?

These brothers of their own are still too immature.

And looking at the smiling guardians, the Great Lord's cold face also had a gentle smile, he seemed to be very satisfied with the scene in front of him, but in those ice blue eyes, there was a desperate anticipation of hope that followed, and he was waiting for the moment when the despair that had been buried broke through the ground.

It's hardly a long wait...

Odin's soul core is very complete, there are no cracks on the surface, and there are complex and cumbersome blue points of light shining in it, which are like human brains when thinking, which looks very beautiful, Torim can feel the sleeping soul in the core of his mind, and he carefully handed the core to Freya, the guardian of life, to let his sister keep it.

Now, all they need to do is bring it back to Ulduar, activate it with Titan energy, and find a suitable body for it, and their ancient brother and leader, Odin, will be reborn in the secret temple of the City of Titans.

However, the moment Freya took over the core of the mind, the Life Guardian almost immediately sensed the strangeness of the sleeping soul in the core, and she seeped her green power into the core, and in just a few seconds, Freya's face turned pale, as if she had seen the most fearful thing.

And in front of her, Storm Guardian Torim was still expressing his heartfelt gratitude to the High Lord.

In the face of Torim's gratitude, Tyrion waved his hand and said casually:

"It's okay, it's nothing, we are "friends", friends should help each other, help each other, yes, Odin is a respectable warrior, I know this, so I give him new hope, a new beginning, and I also desire to see the mighty Odin stand in the front line to defend this world, yes... He has paid dearly for what he has done in the past! ”

"Yes, I have forgiven him..."

"But you erased all of Odin's memories and personality!"

Unable to listen to this hypocritical expression of the Guardian of Life any longer, Ms. Freya grasped the core of her mind in her hand, and she screamed:

"You killed his will and mind, there is no Odin here at all!"

"It's just a corpse of a soul!"

Freya's angry scream was like a thunderclap, causing all the Guardians' faces to change drastically, and also causing the sincere smile on the face of Storm Guardian Torimu, who was thanking the High Lord, to completely freeze at this moment.

In the midst of all the silence and anger, the High Lord looked very calm, and he kindly reached out and patted the sluggish Torim in front of him, and then said to the other guardians:

"Yes, I erased his will, it was a very, very painful process, but Odin never let out a wail..."

"He's a respectable warrior, and he's paid the price for what he's done, so as I said, I've forgiven him, and you've got Odin's soul as promised, you see, a soul like a blank sheet of paper, and if you splash ink on it, it only takes a little time, and you can have Odin again! Or even a more sane upgraded version of Odin! ”

"Smack"

The Great Lord snapped his fingers, and he said meaningfully:

"The best of both worlds, isn't it?"

"It's not... It's not... We said okay, we didn't agree that way. ”

It was like Torim, who had been hit by terror, muttered to himself, looking up with some pain and some doubt, staring at the Great Lord, a flame beating in his eyes, and he said:

"It's not! We agreed, it's not like that! ”

"Agreed?"

Tyrion's expression turned indifferent, and he glanced at the great guardian Rai, who was silent for a word, and said:

"The only agreement I make with you is that I will kill Odin once and for all, that I will put an end to all this, that Odin's Legion of the Immortal will be yours, that his supreme gate will be mine, and that all you have to pay is press a button while my warriors die generously... You can't even do such a small thing! I also want to change the convention temporarily... I think you were threatening me..."

"I hate being threatened, what's more, your Titan dads haven't taught you what a contract is?"

The High Lord's outstretched finger was mercilessly pointed at Thorim's steel chest, and he said word by word:

"I've heard that you see Odin as your father? Very well, then son, your father could have died impassionedly like a warrior, just because you and your miscellaneous brothers, and now he gets the same as a mouse... Is it my fault? ”

"No!"

Tyrion chuckled and said in Torim's ear in the coldest of voices:

"It's your fault! You made him what he is..."

Thorim's fist clenched, and the sparkling thunder and lightning danced on his steel fist, and although it shrunk to the size of a mortal, it did not mean that his strength was weakened, and a gloomy storm, in Thorim's rage, converged in the sky of Stormfjord, and in the dark clouds, a smear of thunder and lightning was beating.

The other Guardians are also clenching their weapons, and there is no doubt that the High Lord is humiliating them in this way... They should respond, for the sake of the Guardians and the majesty of the Pantheon.

But the Great Lord didn't care, he took a step back, spread his hands, and calmly said to the guardians in front of him:

"I've just taught you something that you should have learned a long time ago, and I know it's a bad feeling, but kids, listen to me, that's what grows! Your Titans are dead, and remember that, their majesty and your "noble dignity" can't stop Sargeras's sword, and those things smell like shit to me! ”

"In this world, if you want to help, just follow my plan honestly!"

"If you don't want to help, you even want to make trouble..."

Between the cold winds of the gloomy storm, Tyrion straightened his black bow tie with his fingers as if it were dust, and he said indifferently:

"Then I don't mind, 'teach' you again, or... Simply and neatly, get rid of you guys! ”

"This is the last warning, understand?"

The Great Lord's black swordsman robes hunted in the cold wind, and in front of him, several Guardians looked unkind, and Storm Guardian Torim raised his head, his handsome face was completely distorted, and between his eyes, the blue thunder shook like a drifting light.

"Arrogant dead, go and die!"

The warhammer Umir in Thorim's hand swung at this moment, like a heavy hammer wrapped around the storm, and smashed down towards Tyrion's head, but the Great Lord did not defend at all, and did not even look at the weapon, the moment the war hammer fell, the shadow behind the Great Lord beat violently, like a stream of boiling water, and in the dark tearing, the palm covered in black steel, carved with pale skulls and black crosses, poked out, accurately and easily, and caught the beating storm of scorching thunder.

In the eyes of the other Guardians, a strange knight taller than Tyrion, covered in black Holy Spirit armor with strange religious connotations, and a dark helmet decorated with sharp horns, stood between the High Lord and Torim, who exuded a pale chill all over his body, the iron armor in his left hand held Torrim's war hammer, and in his right hand, he carried a black steel scepter inlaid with gems and embellished with skulls.

He was a strange knight, at least he had never seen this figure in the previous Darkblade Warband, he was as dark and restrained as his armor, but when he looked closely, he was full of a kind of depraved darkness, like revealing the end of the world, that temperament was like a priest who had put down the scriptures and picked up a weapon, and on the chest of his armor, the huge, body-covered black cross, and those strange patterns, made him look extremely weird, and... Dangerous!

His weapon was also very strange, saying that it was a scepter, but it was actually more like a cross-like emblem that the priests of the Church of Light would use, and when magnified several times, it looked like a war hammer wielded with one hand.

Oh yes, judging by his size, this should be a... Draenei.

"Smack"

The High Lord's black-gloved hand patted the Death Knight's steel shoulder armor like a scroll of the Bible, and like a friend, he whispered to the knight who had come to the rescue:

"Be gentle, my friend."

"Teach me a lesson to these "young people" who don't know the height of the sky, but don't beat them to death... Then the problem is a bit more serious. ”

(Push book: "Predatory Starry Sky", a sea of stars, a fortress, a man, the lonely future is at the mercy of warriors, this is a different story in the vast sea of stars, a story that belongs to the future and tomorrow, a story that will be shared with all readers!) ）