"Buzz"

In front of the Pantheon, the last rays of golden light, like a butterfly flapping its wings, scattered on the forehead of Elune, the spirit of the world, who was imprisoned in place.

The golden point of light did not stay or attach, like a stream of water seeping into the earth, and the moment it came into contact with the spirit of the world, it merged into her body, but it also expressed that Elune had completely lost control of her spirit body.

She was like a puppet, keeping her desolate posture, her eyes fixed on the Great Lord walking towards her, Tyrion's face was not too expressionless, and there was only a calm in his right eye, as if Elune had never known this person.

She never really seemed to know him.

But those old days...

The first meeting at Silisus, the conversation at Mount Hyjal, the encouragement before the big event, the reassurance when the unknown of fate came, the protection when danger came, the moment when she felt reassured...

Are these all fake?

Are these all his disguises?

Under the gaze of the Titans, Tyrion stood in front of Elune, he looked at her round eyes, he breathed a sigh of relief, reached out and helped Elune smooth out the scattered silver hair, he said:

"I've never abandoned you... As I said, you will never walk alone. ”

"Then let me go!"

Elune gritted her teeth and said:

"Get out of here with me!"

"Nope."

The High Lord stretched out his hand, in the posture of a princess, gently held Elune in his arms, and in the drift of the black trench coat, he carried her, and walked towards the center of the Pantheon, the node that had begun to beat the power of the arcane, into the true destiny of Elune, who belonged to the spirit of the world.

"Because I can't watch you run away, kid."

"This is what you have to go through, a path to greatness and immortality, I say, you will be the goddess who shines the brightest of the stars, you will be the center of the next era... This is the starting point for greatness. ”

Like an old father who sent his daughter away from home, Tyrion said to the spirit of the world:

"It's not a fairy tale."

"It's not a story where you can find the perfect way to find it by relying on love or hope."

"Sargeras is the true destroyer of the stars, he is here for you, you need strength, and if you desire peace and beauty, then you need the power to protect good."

Tyrion's persuasion was interrupted by Elune's screams, and the spirit of the world shouted in an angry voice:

"You're just scared! Tyrion! ”

"You're starting to be scared of Sargeras! You use me like your tool! Just like you drove your subordinates! ”

"I'm not your subordinate! Tyrion, I treat you like a relative! I don't want this fate! You don't have the power... You don't have the power to decide my future! Bastard, let me go! Let me go! ”

Elune's shout was like a hammer hammer that smashed into the soul of the Great Lord Furui Mubo, but it couldn't shake his thoughts.

Children will always rebel against their parents' arrangements.

They are eager to seek freedom and have unrealistic fantasies about the unknown.

In their eyes, everything in this world can be solved by love and conversation.

They say that parents have lost their sharpness, lost the courage to challenge, and have been polished off by the dirty reality, and they laugh at the reality and compromise of parents.

They believe that life should be free and chic, living in white clothes and snow, and living without a trace of fireworks.

They think that they are the protagonists of their own times, they are not willing to be as conservative as their parents, they always feel that those unique temperaments and corners in themselves are the true meaning of their lives, that is the real self.

But, that's not!

Life is not a joke, there is no chance to start over, and it is not a beautiful story, just like the mortals of Azeroth, in this turbulent era that has lasted for more than ten years, even if they are just alive, they have to do their best.

Fate has never had a master, and no one will be the true protagonist of fate, even Anduin, who seems to have the most smooth sailing in the next era of Azeroth. Ureon also has his own troubles and ups and downs, even the Dark Titan Sargeras, who is so powerful that he transcends the rules of the stars, has to reorganize the Dark Pantheon, because even Sargeras knows...

He, alone, can't handle it all!

"You don't understand, kid."

In the face of Elune's rebuttal and ridicule, Tyrion's expression calmed, and he gently placed the spirit of the world in the center of the pantheon, and he took out something from his arms, which was a bloodstained leaf pendant, and the last relic he had left on the night the High Lord actually died.

He hung it around Elune's neck, saying:

"I've watched you grow day by day, kid."

"I can't be your father, but I wish I was..."

"I have shaped the destiny of the world, and I have planned your destiny, no matter how much you hate me, please remember..."

"I never abandoned you."

The High Lord looked at Elune's hateful gaze with a hint of sadness and pleading, and he breathed a sigh of relief, and kissed Elune's forehead like an elder, and said:

"From today onwards, we won't see each other again."

"Elune, you're not my subordinate, and I've never been afraid of Sargeras, this... This is my last gift to you, this is your bar mitzvah. ”

"Be brave on the road of your destiny and stride forward."

"Elune, you're my daughter..."

"You are the daughter of death..."

"You'll never walk alone."

With these last words, the Great Lord turned and left.

The projection of the Sea of Death easily descended on the hall of the Pantheon, and he stepped into it, and under Elune's complicated gaze, the gloomy death obscured the last of the Great Lord's back, and then closed in an instant, like the shadow of the death party, and like the ashes of all things burning, and finally, dispersed with the wind.

"I don't know much about him."

The Supreme King Almansur stood up, his fingers flicked, and the pendant inlaid with the Eye of Almansur slowly fell on Elune's neck, the Titan's palms shone with the light of time and thunder and lightning, he looked at Elune, and said:

"But I can feel that he is a really good father, a most qualified defender, more qualified than we are."

"Buzz"

Under the manipulation of Almansur, the entire pantheon became illusory at this moment, as if it had fallen into a hundredfold, or even a thousandfold of time, the growth of the spirit of the world is a very complicated process, to make Elune mature, it is not just a simple infusion of the soul power of the six Titans into Elune's spirit body, such a rough infusion, will only make Elune's still weak mind collapse in an instant.

The Titan Spirits chose the safest way, and they accelerated the time flow of the Pantheon, allowing Elune's will to ripen naturally in this time flow, infiltrated by the power of the Titan Spirits.

The growth of the spirit of the world needs to grow along with the world itself that gave birth to her, but the Titans have eliminated the influence of the world, and as a fill, they will take on the replenishment of the "nutrients" of the spirit in this time stream.

"Don't hate him, Elune."

The Life Titan let out a long sigh, she put her hands on the armrests of the throne, slowly closed her eyes, and the next moment, a sapling full of life breath was born at Elune's feet, and then in hundredths of a second, it quickly grew into a towering tree, enveloping the spirit of the world in the trunk.

"He, like us, has given everything for you..."

The platinum disc in Nogannon's hand rose into the air, and the magic energy flowed into the torso of the tree of life through the medium of the disk, replenishing Elune's magic and filling her spirit little by little.

"He deserves respect!"

Kazgros the Shaper placed the Shaper's Hammer on the roots of the Tree of Life, and the power of the earth flowed into the whiskers like a tidal wave, filling Elune's spirit with magic and strengthening her soul and will.

"He will continue to protect you, just as we did."

Agrama did not participate in the ritual to strengthen Elune's power, and the Titan kept the Agrama Shield in front of her and continued to strengthen the weapon, and after Elune matured, she needed not only Tesarak to fight Sargeras, but also the Agrama Shield to protect herself.

"But you're a Titan Star Spirit, nourished by the stars, and he can't be your father by blood, so make no mistake, little girl."

Gogonas tells a not-so-funny joke that the young Titan continues to glue together his Tidestone and infuse it with his power, and Elune needs not only a weapon, but also a magic weapon that can summon a vast amount of magic to fight against the world-destroying fire of Sargeras.

"He was a good father."

The Angry Drinker stretched out his finger and tapped it on the Tide Stone, and he wiped it a little funny, and whispered:

"Your relationship is so enviable, oh, I want to cry when I saw that scene just now..."

But what about Elune?

The Spirit of the World, who had been placed in the Tree of Life, was dumbfounded by the power of her predecessors, and she could feel that the Titans were weakening, and that they had sacrificed themselves to gain hope for Elune and the Stars, the greatest sacrifice of all.

But Elune doesn't feel that greatness...

In her heart, there was only a faint feeling of pain.

And that's...

How does the child feel sad for the first time?

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"You're crying..."

In the lonely castle of the Dead Realm, Lady Saratas, who had returned from negotiating with the Ethereals, looked at the High Lord Tyrion on the throne in amazement, and in the corner of the High Lord's eye, there was a tear like a drop of water.

This stunned Salatas.

She never knew that this madman in front of her, who was so terrifying that he could slaughter Titans, had such an emotional side.

"You're crying..."

Miss Secretary was amazed, she put down the document in her hand, and circled around the silent, sadly drowned Great Lord twice, at this moment, she no longer seemed to be as old-fashioned and dead as before, but seemed to have regained a trace of her posture as the Fifth Ancient God.

The High Lord didn't care at all about her gaze, he was immersed in his own world.

And Saratas cautiously stretched out her hand, trying to hide the tears from the corners of the Great Lord's eyes, but just before she touched the Great Lord, a hand with black gloves slapped her fingers fiercely.

Aurelia, the Mother of Blood, stepped out of the shadow of the throne with a blank face, and she looked at Saratas, and said:

"Go about your business!"

"News that shouldn't be spread, don't talk nonsense..."

Salatas snorted, but she knew that she was still alive only because Aurelia had saved her that day, otherwise she would probably have died with Enzos.

Therefore, Miss Saratas, who has completely transformed into a dead creature, still has a sense of gratitude in her heart.

She picked up the papers on the table, gave the Grand Lord one last look, and then turned to leave.

At the moment when the sound of Salatas's high heels colliding with the ground gradually faded away, the blood housemother squatted down, she held her husband's hand, she looked at her husband, looked at the tears on his face, she whispered:

"You're always like this... Obviously, you don't have to bear everything. ”

"You're always abusing yourself, can't you be kind to yourself?"

The mournful voice of the Blood Lady woke the Great Lord from his tumbling ego emotions, and he shook his wife's hand tightly, and said:

"I'm just, just doing the right thing..."

"I know, but you can't always do the right thing, they're like thorns, you know it's right to pull out thorns, but they can also stab you, just like you do with the world, you treat Elune, you love them, and no one loves them more than you."

Aurelia pressed her husband's cold hand to her cheek, and she felt her husband's disordered mind, and she said:

"You are like a felt and a hammer, making them stronger, stronger, and capable enough to face all the challenges of fate, but you have to carry it all, and it's not fair to you, my Tyrion..."

"The world, the feelings, the love, the hopes, the hugs, these are what you deserve."

"Not only can they enjoy that era, but you are also entitled to appreciate it."

The Blood Mistress stood up and gently picked up her husband's head and placed it on her abdomen, she gently stroked her husband's hair, and she hummed an elven song by Quel'Thalas, which was their favorite song when she and Tyrion were young, those old times, warm, colorful times, those memories that belonged only to her and Tyrion, those stories, those precious pasts.

Aurelia looked at the man in her arms, she knew that this man was not the person she was supposed to find in her original destiny, this man did not belong to this world, and it could even be said that it was Tyrion who destroyed Aurelia's life that should have been more magnificent, but he gave Aurelia another life.

The Blood Mistress was not disturbed by the accident world, she had never regretted meeting Tyrion, and now, she just wanted her husband to rest in her arms.

He's been... I've been tired for too long.

Tyrion felt his wife's love, he was like a greedy man, greedily felt this unreserved love, his fingers flicked, the darkness from the sea of death was going to cover this hall completely, he didn't want anyone else to disturb his tryst with his wife, at that moment when everything fell into warm darkness, the high lord closed his eyes, and in a tone with a hint of stubbornness to the point of distress, he said:

"I don't care, all the pain."

"Because I know I've been doing it all along..."

"The right thing..."