"Ahem~Ahem......"

Carl cast a healing spell on himself and slowly floated into the air, staring coldly at the giant in front of him. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

Torrim - One of the guardians of Ulduar and leader of the Storm Giants. A poor creature who was cuckolded by his own brother and then fooled and lame by a few words.

Originally, I was quite sympathetic to what this guy could do, but the arrogant and accountable tone just now made Carl have no good impression of this guy - you should be sold by your brother!

"That's right, I killed Yugsaron."

Karl's fland-like tone upset Thorim, but he was even more shocked that Yugsaron was dead.

"How dare you ......" Thorim's eyes flashed with remorse, remorse, remorse, and anger. How dare you kill it?! Do you know how much harm this can do to this world? ”

"Oh? Is it? All I know is that if the Elder Gods don't die, sooner or later the world will be destroyed by their schemes. It's a pity that you Titan's watchdogs will never be able to see this. ”

"Bold! How dare you insult the Guardians! ”

Torrim was furious, and the storm flashed on his hammer.

"Boom!"

Karl dodged Torim's lightning bolt and instantly reached the top of the Storm Giant's head, slamming it down.

"Oh~ I'm so sorry, I did insult me. I apologize to the watchdogs, I shouldn't have compared you guys with brains to them. ”

"Ah~!" Thorim staggered a few steps to regain his footing, turned to stare at Karl in the air, his eyes bursting with fierce lightning, "You have angered me, mortal!" Whoever you are, today you have to pay for your rudeness. ”

"Despair under the power of the storm!"

A lightning ball flashed at Carl, who ducked to the side, and another ball of lightning crept in. The few remaining light energy quickly transformed into holy light, and the golden fists struck out, knocking the lightning ball away.

Rao was so, and the terrifying thunder and lightning contained in the lightning ball also made Carl's arms feel paralyzed.

Several attacks in a row were defused by Carl, and Thorim, who was already angry, was even more furious, and the chain lightning shrouded Carl in electric light as if he didn't need mana.

Carl is fast, but not fast enough to match the speed of lightning, and can only predict the location of the lightning attack through Torim's movements. The paladin's most powerful skill, the Holy Shield Technique, has been cast countless times by Carl, and Carl, who has not fully recovered, is momentarily embarrassed by the stormy lightning.

"Wow!!"

A bolt of lightning pierced through the shield of light and struck the top of Karl's head. Carl's hair stood on end like pins and needles.

Karl, who had eaten this lightning bolt, did not hesitate, smashed through the dome of the hall, and rushed out of the temple.

"I want to run!"

Thorim rightly thinks that Karl has no skills left and wants to escape. There was a flash of lightning and thunder under his feet, and he rushed out.

Thorim was about to laugh as he burst out of the temple, only to find that Karl was not running away as he thought.

Floating high in the air, Carl closed his eyes and looked up to the sky, and above him, a pillar of light enveloped him. Thorim looked up the pillar of light in amazement, but he didn't realize that the god he imagined was only a dazzling sun hanging high.

"Torim—"

A familiar voice woke up Thorim, who looked up to see Freya, fellow Guardian.

Freya looked unusually embarrassed, her beautiful face was pitch black, and her body was covered with scorched marks. Thorim is all too familiar with such scars-

The only person who can use thunder and lightning to injure Freya so skillfully is himself.

"Lorcan!" Torrim's anger instantly shifted the target, "Where is he?" Where's this traitor?! ”

"He's going to run away!" Freya gasped, "Hodir and Mimiron are pestering him, right over there. ”

Without the slightest hesitation, Torim ran lightning in the direction Freya was pointing.

Freya glanced at Karl, who was absorbing light energy in the sky, cast a healing spell on herself, hesitated, and chased after Torim.

…………

In Ulduar's training square, the fierce fighting has subsided.

Cracks several meters wide crisscross the country. Whether it's the Scourge soldiers or the Iron Dwarves of Ulduar, most of them have been swept into the bottomless chasm and disappeared.

"The battle over there is over?"

Lothar looked at Karl in the sky shrouded in a pillar of light and asked Sylvanas.

Sylvanas shook her head and turned to look to the side, her gaze suddenly cold as frost.

"Why?"

Durotan clenched his battle axe, his ghostly eyes filled with anger.

"If it is not of my race, its heart will be different!"

Solas lifted the Troll Slayer in his hand and replied to Durotan with a sneer. This was said to Carl when he was a guest at Riptide Castle, and in this regard, Solas and Carl were almost identical.

Durotan didn't quite understand the phrase, but he could probably guess what it meant. A hint of anger flashed in the eyes of the frostwolf chieftain, a trace of unwillingness, and he glanced back at the dilapidated Kargas, and beside him, only the black hand with a warhammer in his hand responded to him with an unyielding gaze.

"I see—" Durotan looked around at the men surrounding the three of them, "that one named Carl is here to send us to death, right?" With his strength, those Iron Dwarves could not pose any threat to him at all. ”

In the face of Durontan's aggressive gaze, Lothar and the others did not back down.

"The terrible plague of natural disasters should not exist in this world, it is the common enemy of all living beings. It's best to make them disappear completely. ”

"Hahaha-" The Black Hand also understood Carl and Lothar's plan, "Don't forget, you're a member of the Scourge yourself, and so are your good brothers. ”

"You are also a chieftain, giving your life for your people, and this is not something to hesitate for us."

Lothar's words silenced the black hand for a while. He was just a puppet that Gul'dan pushed in the foreground, but he really sought a way out for his people, even if his hands were stained with blood, and he was hated and hated. He never regretted it!

"Your selflessness is admirable, Marshal of the Alliance!"

Durotan took over.

"Whatever the purpose of our invasion of Azeroth, there is no escaping it. There is no right or wrong in war, and we are all fighting for our own people, even at the expense. ”

Durotan waved his tomahawk.

"I am Durotan, King of Frostwolves! I'm an orc! Let's put an end to all these grievances with the noblest rites of the warriors! Come to war! ”

Lothar pulled A.L from his back and was about to step forward. Ryan grabbed him by the arm.

"We can't represent the Alliance, and you can't represent the orcs. Let the living face the grievances left over from the war. ”

The broad greatsword was as light as a twig in Ryan's hands, and his hands danced with a whistling wind.

"Ryan Wrynn, the former king of the Stormwind Kingdom, accepts your challenge!"

"Hahaha-refresh!" The Black Hand laughed arrogantly, "I thought the king who died at the hands of a half-orc was a waste, but now it seems that you are also a good leader." Death under the Hammer of Doom's plan, maybe we should communicate more, hehe......"

The Black Hand squeezed in front of Durotan with a war hammer in one hand.

"Your opponent is me! The Black Hand—"

Solas Thorbain's loud voice interrupted the black hand.

The black hand was about to speak, when a dark shadow flew towards him. The black hand subconsciously wanted to block it with a war hammer, but suddenly saw the object clearly. Letting go of the warhammer, the black hand grabbed the black shadow.

It's an arm. The arm of an orc soldier covered in carrion.

"It's not yours, but it's the best fit you can find. I don't want some people to make excuses for their defeat—"

The black hand smiled, and unconcernedly attached his arm to his body. The black light flickered, and the black hand flickered the arm back and forth, grabbing the war hammer and swinging it violently.

"Haha, I heard that you are also the king of a kingdom, and your behavior is admirable but very stupid. However, I'll leave you a whole corpse, for your sake—"

"There are many people who have said the same thing as you, and they are all dead."

They are all old foxes who have survived all kinds of struggles and battles for decades, and of course they will not be angry because of a few words.

"Without further ado, troll slayers don't just slaughter trolls!"

Solas's eyes widened in rage, and the giant axe slashed at the black hand like a whirlwind.

“Lok’tar_ogar!”

With a shout of rage, the black hand charged at Solas with heavy steps.

Ryan and Durotan looked at each other, their eyes suddenly piercing.

Without words, he tacitly raised the weapon in his hand and rushed towards the other party.