Actually, this human was not walking slowly. Unfortunately, the temple was too huge. After all, the entire temple was built according to the size of a Titan.
The majesty in the Titan's eyes was already so great that it seemed boundless to humans. Just from the high platform outside the temple to the side door of the temple, which could not be called the main door, was three times three, which was the size of nine football fields.
He estimated that from the portal to the front of Torim's throne, it was about … five kilometers.
Guys who played with storms and lightning were never slow.
The giant sitting on the throne snapped his fingers, and a blanket made of lightning appeared at the feet of the little human.
The lightning did not hurt the human at all. Instead, it was like a mount, carrying the human at high speed to Torim's throne.
The lightning circled behind the giant, as docile as a tabby cat. Other than the occasional crackling sound of electricity, there was no excess energy or damage.
The giant spoke.
"I, Torim, the Guardian of Storms, specially sent a message to the Dragon's Slumber Temple. Why is it an empty shell with no content?"
The young human smiled and bowed. "You can call me Mark Dooku, the man who destroyed Sargeras' largest fortress in the Twisted Nether. Of course, you can also call me by my name in this world — Duke Marcus, the Guardian of Azeroth. "
After saying that, Duke looked at the Titan Guardian through Mark Dooku's eyes, who was no stranger to him.
Like most guardians, Torim had an extremely large body. In terms of height, he was about the same as Alkavon and the other giants, around ten stories tall. His body was more balanced than Alkavon's, more like a human.
His slightly brown earthy skin made people think of the earth at first glance.
He had a typical square face, with pinkish white hair that reached his chin, which was a little strange. Coupled with his extremely burly body and the huge warhammer that was constantly emitting lightning, the entire aura of a guardian came out.
His pauldrons, belt, gauntlets, and leg guards all had blue edges and white background circular decorations, which looked like incandescent lamps. Although it looked a little ridiculous, anyone with the slightest perceptive ability would be able to sense the earth-shattering power of thunder contained within.
As for his brown and black lace ribbons, they were negligible.
Duque's words made Torim's expression turn serious.
As a Titan Guardian, he did not care about anything that happened in the outside world. He only cared about his duties and everything related to the Titans.
When the Titan left Azeroth, Sargeras had already betrayed the Pantheon. Torim knew this.
Duque, who could make the traitor of the Pantheon Temple suffer a setback, naturally made him look up to him.
After a moment of silence, Torim said, "Alright, Duke Marcus, I admit that you have the right to speak to me as an equal. Before we start talking, let me ask a question. I remember that the place where I requested for help was the Dragon's Resting Temple. Why are you here? "
"Respected Lord Protector, the place you are guarding is only Ordure. The place that the Five-Colored Guardian Dragon is guarding is the entire Azeroth. Just today, at the Icecrown Glacier to the west of Ordure, Arthas, the self-proclaimed Lich King, murdered the Magic Guardian Dragon Malygos and almost turned it into a fallen Dracolich. The Dragon's Resting Temple's combat power is very tight, so they asked me, who is better at dealing with such things, to help. "
After saying that, Mark Dooku threw out a scroll.
Torim raised his hand, and a cluster of lightning flew out. The scroll opened. Suddenly, a green brilliance lit up, and an illusory letter appeared in mid-air.
The paper was full of Titan words written with faint divine power. This was Alexstrasza's handwritten letter. Every Guardian had its own unique mark and way of writing, and it could not be deceived at all.
After reading the letter, Torim completely trusted Duque.
"Alexstrasza, Ysera, and Nozdormu jointly recommended you as the full agent of the Dragon's Resting Temple to help solve Ordure's crisis. After reading the letter, I have to admit that you are very powerful. You have completely surpassed the limits of mortals. Even I am envious of your achievements. Unfortunately, my mission binds me. Otherwise, I would be willing to fight against the evil people who betrayed the Titans with you. "
"Thank you for your trust." Duque bowed again. "If the Temple of Storm has any trouble, please tell me directly."
Torim let out a long sigh and told Loken's story.
This was the same as what Duque had previously revealed to the Dragon's Resting Temple. Therefore, Duque asked Mark to pretend to be listening humbly, but in fact, he was dealing with official documents.
Until he got to the point.
Torim said with determination, "Loken killed my wife and turned my supporters against me. He took everything from me, but everything is about to change … Regardless of whether I have the Dragon Slumber Shrine or your help, I will personally go to the Wisdom Shrine and settle the score with Loken! "
Duque smiled. "Please do not doubt my sincerity. The existence that scourges Azeroth is my enemy. Since I have killed C 'Thun, I don't mind killing another Yogg-Saron. "
After saying that, Duque took out a ring.
[Ring of the Fallen Deity]
The attributes of this ring had long fallen behind the times. To be honest, Duque did not care about it.
The key to the ring was that it was made from one of C 'Thun's eyeballs.
This was the best proof of that.
Torim suddenly stood up, and his huge body was like a small mountain rising from the ground. "That's right! It's this similar smell. Even if this ring has been washed with holy light, I can still smell the stench of the God of Decay. "
After seeing that Torim's emotions had been completely stirred up, Duque revealed a mysterious smile. "Admit it. Torim, your power will be greatly weakened if you leave the Temple of Storm. You can't beat Loken in the Wisdom Temple. But if you follow my method, I can guarantee that you will avenge your wife. "
As soon as Duque said that, Torim's blue eyes, which were already emitting a faint divine glow, lit up even more!
"Okay! Tell me, I'll do it! "
"I still need you to suffer a crushing defeat at Loken's hands, but before that, I'll have to trouble you to go somewhere secretly …"
His wife's death had been stimulating Torim's nerves all the time. Without much hesitation, Torim nodded heavily. "Okay!"
That night, the wind howled and thunder and lightning flashed.
Outside the Wisdom Temple in the north of the Temple of Storm, Torim raised the Hammer of Thunder and roared loudly on his beloved mount, the Ancestor Dragon Veranus.
"Loken — I'm here — for Sif! For justice! For the watchmen who have been corrupted by you! "
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