In Torim's Storm Temple, Torim's huge body was pacing back and forth. Beside him, Arkavon and the other four Watchers quietly leaned against a huge pillar of the temple, not saying a word.
They were all waiting for news from Odour.
No one knew Odour's defense better than Torim, the Guardian. If everything was normal with Odour, it would be an absolute defense that would make any mortal in the world despair.
Even if Odour's defense was greatly weakened due to Yogg-Saron's erosion, it was not something an ordinary team of powerhouses could handle.
"Torim, what's the hurry? There are still 23 hours, 22 minutes, and 11 seconds until the agreed time," Arkavon said coldly.
"Sigh! I know! I just can't calm down. Even if Odin and Tyr are missing, Loken has been destroyed, and I deliberately did not care, letting the Watchers fight on their own, but that is still … "Torim stomped his feet, surrounded by wind and lightning.
"All your worries, please wait until after the agreed time. We are now asking for help from the most powerful mortal team in all of Azeroth. They are blessed by the Star Soul and have the possibility of approaching the limit of the planet's capacity. Since they killed C 'Thun, we should believe that they will not be killed by those who are not qualified enough. "It should be said that as the Rock Watcher, Arkavon's temperament was the calmest.
In contrast, Torim, who had the characteristics of a storm, could not stay calm.
At this moment, Torim suddenly turned around.
On the platform outside the Storm Temple, a portal opened with a 'whoosh'. Peerless powerhouses with powerful auras stepped out from it one after another.
The leader was naturally Duque, and behind him were Onyxia, Vashj, and the newly promoted Demigod Sylvanas Windrunner!
Almost at the same time that he noticed their arrival, Torim rushed over with the four Watchers. When the five super giants ran, the earth shook and the mountains shook.
Duque smiled bitterly. Before he could do anything, Queen Sylvanas snapped her fingers, and a gentle tornado lifted the four of them up.
It felt extremely soft and a little weird, as if they were being held up by a thick ball of cotton.
Duque praised, "I didn't expect your understanding of the wind to increase again."
"Of course!" Queen Sylvia puffed out her chest proudly.
"How did you …" Halfway through his sentence, Torim suddenly looked surprised. "The front has been cleared?"
Duque's face was filled with pride. "Do you really think our team's achievements are just boasting?"
Torim was a little embarrassed and didn't know how to respond.
In the past 25,000 years, it had been a complete joke for a mortal to challenge a demigod. In that era where Astral Souls had yet to awaken, all levels were firmly solidified. In order to break through the limits of mortals and reach a higher level, one needed talent, hard work, and absolute luck.
In a sense, the High Elves had brought Sargeras in because they hated the barrier of power and crazily pursued higher levels of power.
Even if Azeroth's Star Soul was aware of the impending danger and let go of the restrictions of mortals, it still wouldn't be possible to achieve victory in all the battles from Archimonde to Ragnaros, to Nefarian, to C 'Thun, to Kil' jaeden, and so on. This wasn't something that could be achieved through luck alone.
Torim, who had always been dismissive of the outside world, finally began to take the power of mortals seriously at this moment.
Torim knelt on one knee, lowered his huge head, and looked at Duque at eye level. "Next, it's our turn, right?"
Duque nodded. "Yes! The puppet avatar I sent into Odour has already investigated, and Yogg-Saron's state is not complete. If we are fast enough, we can wake up your colleagues, and then gather the Alliance Heroes and all the demigod-level combat power that can be mobilized to deal with Yogg-Saron. "
Duque's words made Torim a little excited.
When Duque first followed him to Loken's temple, he was full of pessimism. At that point in time, in his opinion, there was nothing that could save Odour's fall. For the sake of his dead wife's blood feud, for the sake of his own duty, he was prepared to fight Loken with all his might.
Now, the situation had been greatly reversed.
The addition of Alkavon's four guardians had greatly increased the strength of the guardians. If the four of them fought alone, none of them would be a match for Torim. If two of them fought together, it would be very difficult for Torim. If three of them fought together, Torim would definitely lose. If the four of them fought together, Torim would definitely kneel.
With them, in addition to the four Demigods on Duke's side, Torim was now full of confidence.
"Alright, Duque, we'll all listen to your arrangements." Torim took the initiative to relinquish command. Although this was an agreement, without the outstanding performance of the Alliance's Hero Squad, Torim would probably have some doubts.
Duque did not argue. He directly spread out Odour's map and announced, "There are only three leaders left in the Guardian Temple area.
They are Freya, who was originally in charge of the Temple of Life, Hodier, who was in charge of the Temple of Winter, and Mimiron, the master craftsman. Of course, to prevent Yogsaron's lackey, General Vizaks, from rushing over from the higher levels of the Stairway of Madness, we must also make arrangements. "
Duque first pointed to the entrance of the Stairway of Madness and the Guardian Temple area. "Alkavon, I'll leave this to the four of you. Until we fight the other guardians and let them regain their sanity, I'll have to trouble you to defend. "
Alkavon let out a rumbling sound. He patted his rock-solid chest. "Leave it to us."
Duque then pointed to the right side of the map. "Hodier, who controls the power of winter … Onyxia and Vashj, you two are in charge."
"Alright!" the two girls said in unison.
"As for Freya, who controls the power of life, leave it to Torim and Cirvanas. I hope you two can use violent attacks to directly destroy Freya's defense. "
"Alright!"
"No problem."
Anyone who controlled the Natural Life Element was famous for being able to wear down their energy consumption. Without a strong enough attack, it would be a never-ending battle of attrition if they broke through her defense in one go.
Letting Torim and Cirvanas deal with Freya was also a risky strategy.
Duque believed that they could do it well.
"As for me and the Alliance Heroes, we'll focus our strength on dealing with Mimiron."
At this point, Duque's eyes shone with an intriguing light.
That's right! He was tempted!
Because be it the Flaming Behemoth, XT-002 Disassembler, or even the mechanical guards of the entire city wall area, they were all Mimiron's masterpiece!
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