Where the stars and arcane converge, High Lord Tyrion. The Blade of Dawn awaits an answer from the Titan Souls.

In the face of his questioning, and the light of the faintly flowing white blade in Tyrion's hand, the six Titan spirits looked at each other, as if making eye contact, they didn't have much fear, maybe this silence was more about thinking about the plan itself, and after a while, they finally made a decision.

As the cold light of the stars reflected the walls of the Pantheon into this place of slaughter, Agrama, the protector of Tyrion who was most familiar, stood up and asked in a joking tone:

"If we say no, do you have to use force?"

"Yes."

The Grand Lord calmly replied:

"I don't give you the right to refuse, I just need you to choose the answer I need, I just need you to execute it."

"The Titan Spirits are indeed powerful in the Pantheon, but in your current state, you have to fight against the entire Sea of Death... It's still a little bit short, and I'm wondering if if I can drive six Titan Soul Transformed Ghost Warlords, then I can really fight Sargeras in the Dead Realm. ”

"Hahaha, it's really in line with the style of the legendary Death Tyrant."

Agrama was not angry at Tyrion's implicit threat, on the contrary, the golden-skinned Titan laughed, and after laughing, he put his left fist on his chest and thumped it, then took two steps forward and came to Tyrion, the defender reached out and grabbed the shield suspended in the air, and then stretched out his left hand, holding the shield high in front of the High Lord, and he said in a deep voice:

"But in times of despair, only people like you can truly save the world... I, Agrama, I am willing to join you in the decisive battle! ”

"May our martial arts prosper!"

Seeing that his brother had made a decision, and the king of the gods, Almansur, also had a hint of determination in his shining thunderous eyes, he propped up his body with his cane, took the eye of Almansur suspended in front of him, and then placed it on a necklace that he carried with him, he walked to Tyrion and Agrama, and the tired king of the gods said with some embarrassment:

"I never thought I'd be so crazy about it, but as you say, maybe this is our last chance."

Almansur took a deep breath and placed his lightning staff on Agrama's shield:

"Join your decisive battle, Amansur! May eternal time be blessed to you and me. ”

"My prediction spell shows that the future is in chaos."

Dressed in purple-gray robes, Nogannon the Dream Weaver put down the book he never left and held the platinum disc he had made in his hand, the magical titan appeared in front of the High Lord like a phantom, he bowed slightly to the High Lord, and said:

"Until now, I know that what we are looking for is not the hope of victory, but only a ray of chaos in our fate... It is only chaos that can give birth to order..."

"I, Nogannon the Dream Weaver, join you in the decisive battle! The glow of magic shines on our victory! ”

A star-studded wand appeared in Nogannon's hand, and the weapon was placed on Amansur's staff, and behind him, Lady Ionar, the Giver of Life, with a purple jewel in her hand, strolled forward, and she looked deeply at the High Lord, and said:

"Although you walk the path of death, Tyrion, but you are the most life-caring monarch I have ever seen, you have understood the meaning of life and death, may this life be immortal, so that fate can not interfere!"

The staff of life in the lady's hand touched the other weapons held high, and a green light shone brightly, and she said in a deep voice:

"I, Ionar, am willing to fight alongside you and Elune!"

"Roar!"

Kazgros the Shaper, the mighty creator and warrior, could not help the excitement in his heart, he let out a loud battle cry, he picked up the Shaper Hammer in front of him, strode to the side of the crowd, he raised the hammer, and in the trembling power of the earth, he shouted:

"I, Kazgros, may I guard the hope of the stars! Willing to fight for the future of this star! Creation, eternal! ”

The palms of the hands were superimposed, and the different powers were also superimposed, making this scene look so sacred and solemn, the eyes of the great lord were on the last titan, and the youngest titan, Gogonas, picked up the broken tide stone, and said with a little dissatisfaction:

"Ah, I actually want to say no."

Completely unconcerned by the strange stares of the other Titans, he said:

"Because you mortals rudely broke my treasure, this stone was once my favorite and most cherished strange thing."

A flash of warmth flashed in Gogonas's eyes, and he looked at the stone in his palm, and said:

"This is the most beautiful stone in the sea that gave birth to my world... But it doesn't matter, my world is ruined... So I can't just watch another world that has hope of surviving lose hope. ”

The angry drinker stretched out his hand, and a quaint horn appeared in his hand, and the moment the horn touched the weapons of the people, a deep voice sounded from the horn, and the warrior in a heavy battle helmet squeezed his eyes at the great lord:

"Thank you for the wine, it's been a long time since I've had that much heart."

"I, Gogonas the Louder, will join in this decisive battle, and may the sea and sky of the stars sing the praises of our victory!"

The will of the titan fused together, making the entire pantheon tremble, and it seemed that even it was ready for the final battle, the great lord looked at the weapons stacked together in front of him, he let out a sigh, he raised his hand, and the pale blade of death appeared in the palm of his hand like a gathering of quicksand, and the last weapon touched, and the great lord said in a deep voice:

"So..."

"I, Tyrion. Dawnblade, I am honored to walk with the Titans! ”

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In the core of the world of Azeroth, the consciousness of Elune, the awakened spirit of the world, once again swept over her world, she watched the lives of the creatures, watched them prepare for the final battle, listened to the roars of the warriors, listened to the laughter of the children, and the various forms of this world flowed in the will of the spirit of the world.

This is the power of civilization, on the symbolic level, the stronger the power of civilization, the faster the growth of the spirit of the world, the spirit of the world and the world, the world and life, between the three is a complete cycle, any link break, will lead to the stagnation of the whole system, or even collapse.

Elune was not very worried about the upcoming Armageddon, she knew that this brave world had defeated the Burning Legion three times, and the warriors of this world were not afraid of the terrifying demons born from the warped void, they would not succumb to the obscenity of the Burning Legion, no matter how difficult the battle was, they would survive, they would survive, and they would continue to live proudly on this land.

Elune's real concern is the threat of the Dark Titan Sargeras.

Her masked brother, the most terrifying destroyer of the stars, if she and Tyrion can't stop Sargeras, then life in this world is useless...

Sargeras, that's already another level of enemies.

Perhaps, maybe we can get the help of the Titan Souls of the Pantheon, and with their help we will have a smoother fight against Sargeras.

Elune thought like this, and the sobriety of her mind made the spirit of this world can't help but think that if she hadn't been corrupted by the ancient gods back then, if she hadn't suffered so much, according to the speed of development of Azeroth's civilization, she is likely to be close to maturity now, and she has the strength to fight, and she will no longer rely on others to protect her.

And probably some will in the dark sensed Elune's little thoughts, and just as she was about to take a nap, Tyrion's voice suddenly sounded in the core of the world:

"Little Elune, I have found your relatives, and I have found traces of the Pantheon, and they are all waiting for you."

“？？？”

This sudden good news made Elune stunned for a moment, is there really such a thing in this world?

"How do I get there?"

Elune subconsciously asked, she trusted Tyrion very much, because although this Grim Reaper was always cold, it had been almost ten years since he formed an indissoluble bond with the spirit of the world, until today, and he had never let Elune down.

As Elune said, apart from the Titans, Tyrion was the most trusted creature in her long life.

And Tyrion died for her once.

If this mortal girl encounters such a thing, she will have a spring in her heart, but unfortunately the spirit of the world is born as a titan, and they will hardly consider these things in their lives.

"Your spokesman, Muradin, is taking the Tears of Elune to the Chamber of Hearts, where you wait, merging your will into the Tears of Elune, and your relatives will build a passage of their will in the Pantheon, and you will soon be able to meet them."

Tyrion's calm voice rang out again, and Elune answered crisply, and began to wait with joy.

That's the Titans, that's her relatives, among the stars, except for Tyrion, the closest group of people, what kind of attitude should I take to meet them?

Do you feel shy?

The little girl quickly fell into her own thoughts, and on the other side, in the arcane realm in the center of the Pantheon, the Titans were observing Azeroth, and the changes in the will of the World Spirits, and Noganon and Almansur were ready to open the will channel and transfer the will of the World Spirits to the Pantheon.

And the Lifegiver Ionar, the delicate female titan who can't seem to bear to look at it anymore, has already guessed what will happen next.

She turned her head and looked at the Great Lord of Death who had his back to them and looked at the starry sky, and she couldn't help but ask:

"Do you know what you're doing?"

"I know."

There wasn't much change in mood in Tyrion's right eye, and he seemed to have already guessed the day.

"She's just a simple child, she doesn't deserve this, and until she truly realizes the meaning of your efforts and our sacrifices, she'll hate you... Even, she would... Wants to destroy you. ”

Behind the High Lord, the Giver of Life said:

"Perhaps... Maybe you can leave first, and we'll tell her all about it. ”

"Nope."

The Great Lord stretched out his hand, and a chain shining with pale and golden light appeared in his hand, and he looked at the thing, and he said:

"I have to be here... She had to get it done. ”

"I set her free, I shaped the world, I shaped her, I pushed her into a destiny that I had concocted, this was the last step... I had to do it myself. ”

"Ugh..."

Seeing more of the birth of the world and the evolution of civilization, the Titan of Life sighed, she looked at the back of the Great Lord as if to merge into the stars, and her voice became deeper and deeper:

"You love that world so much, but you hide everything under a cold mask, do you like her? Like Elune? ”

"Hmm. But not the kind of 'like' you think you are. ”

Perhaps it was on the most important and final dividing line of fate that the Great Lord finally stopped hiding his emotions, his expressionless face softened, he raised his head and looked at the brightest star in this strange star field, and he said to the listeners behind him in a voice that described the story:

"I... For the first 300 years of my life, I did nothing. ”

"I have a lover, that is the only love of my life, I wanted to spend my life peacefully with her, have a few children, continue our bloodline, just live so ordinary."

"But when I really step into my destiny, I will never have children, and neither will my wife."

"I don't know if this is a malice from fate, or a punishment for my cowardice and vanity in the first half of my life, but at that time, I was powerless to resist fate."

"My Aurelia and I have adopted several children, and we love them and raise them as real daughters, but... Bloodline, the definition of stupidity in the eyes of mortals, was supposed to be a meaningless thing, but it never made me feel able to let go, and I didn't really appreciate what it was like to be a father. ”

"I want to have a child of my own, a child who really belongs to me..."

The Great Lord's face showed a gentle smile, which was somewhat stiff and bitter, but he did not turn around, and did not show this smile to others, as if it was an emotion hidden deep in his heart, unwilling to share it with others, let alone let others see his weakness.

Death... Won't cry.

"And then I found it."

"Now, I have a child of my own..."

"I watched her grow, protected her, taught her, scolded her, I gave her real freedom, weaving for her the most beautiful path of destiny, my child, under my proud gaze, she grew up day by day, and today, she will embark on her own life."

Behind the Great Lord, there were already tears in the eyes of the Titans of Life, she was such a sentimental deity.

"If you want to destroy the child, give her everything you have; But if you want her to be strong, you have to be strict. ”

The High Lord turned around, and behind him, in the light emitted by the Arcane Mirror of the Pantheon, one was similar to Tyrande with 7 points, and the remaining 3 points were extremely similar to some details of Tyrion, especially the eyes, which seemed to be carved out of a mold.

She was wearing a single ponytail, her figure made of pure arcane light, appearing there little by little, with a smile on her face, as if she had come to a real bar mig.

There was a touch of undisguised pride in the one eye of the Great Lord, and like a true father, he proudly said to the Life Titan beside him:

"Look..."

"My daughter, here..."