"Should I say, as expected of the Yogg-Saron that even the Titans couldn't completely destroy back then?" Torim smiled bitterly, and a knowing smile appeared on his face. "I was tricked a little. Fortunately, I still sent you in."
The ten-story-tall Torim had a huge body, so any change on his face, any change in expression, could be seen clearly by Duque and the others.
Now, Torim's body exuded an indescribable dark light.
The color on the surface of Torim's skin darkened, as if the radiance of life and soul had faded. He raised his right palm, flipped it up and down, and looked at it carefully.
Unsure if it was an illusion, Duque suddenly felt that the water in the river of time was flowing through the fingers that had become a little withered.
Torim was like a huge statue that had been weathered and eroded in the desert for thousands of years. He was decaying at a speed visible to the naked eye, but he seemed to be unaware of it as he laughed wildly.
"Hahahaha! What a shame! A dignified guardian can't perform the duties of a guardian. "Torim knelt on one knee, not out of etiquette or respect, but simply out of weakness.
Torim lowered his head. "Duke Marcus, can I trust you?"
Duque looked serious and took a firm step forward. "The relationship between the guardians of Azeroth has long gone beyond trust. This is the mission that history has given us. "
Torim was slightly stunned, and then immediately smiled. "Yes, this is our mission!"
After saying that, his huge finger pointed in the direction of Duque.
"This is …" Duque and Queen Sylvanas were shocked at the same time.
If, as history had developed, Torim had been caught and brainwashed. Even if the Allied Army used the old fist to educate him on Azeroth doctrine, it would at most give the players a 10% increase in attack power.
That would be all.
But now?
A complete set of Wind Titan Runic Magic Circle!
It was not a gift, it was purely a loan. In the sea of consciousness, Torim indicated that he would temporarily lend it to Duque and Queen Sylvanas for three days. As long as enough wind elements were injected, they could activate the corresponding Titan's Wind and Thunder Magic.
This was the Original Wind Magic that was perfectly compatible with the World of Azeroth!
Without the user, even if Torim was killed, these complex Runic Magic Circles would dissipate on the spot along with the death of the guardian.
If one had to put a price on these runes, it would be priceless!
Although it was for three days, as long as one had the ability to remember the rune arrangement and the pattern of changes within, even if Torim took it back after three days, it would still be able to greatly improve Duque's control over the wind element.
Of course, for a shameless person with a System Elf, this was a 100% success in stealing.
On the surface, Duque was a true saint.
"Then I'll borrow it."
In his heart, Duque didn't feel guilty at all. After all, in his opinion, this was the reward Torim had entrusted him to save Odour. As for whether or not the Titans would come knocking on his door to ask for it back … Hehe, the Titans would already have their physical bodies turned to dust. At that time, the Titans, who only had their souls left, would even complain about the slow transfer of power, so why would they ask Duque for it back?
Beside him, Sylvanas closed her eyes and immersed herself in this wonderful experience. It didn't take long, about half a minute. When she opened her eyes again, there was a faint flash of lightning in the depths of her eyes.
Queen Sylvanas said to Duque in an extremely calm tone, "Duque, I want to challenge Freya alone!"
Duque shrugged, "Actually, I think you can remove the word 'want'. You've already decided. "
Queen Sylvanas rolled her eyes, "Please, I'm asking for your opinion at least. If you're adamant about it, I'll give up. "
Duque looked at the person beside him and put his hands on her extremely flexible shoulders, "From the first day I met you, I knew that you were destined to break through the storm and soar into the sky, not a canary willing to exchange singing and beautiful feathers for human protection in a cage. So when it comes to challenging yourself, as long as you remember me, your sisters, and your compatriots, and do what you can. "
Sylvanas' mouth wriggled for a moment, and finally all the words she wanted to say turned into one sentence, "I will."
Then, she once again gave Duque a charming and determined back view that gradually faded into the distance.
She was clearly not a stalwart person, but she had the courage to bear the future of millions of her fellow elves. There were only a few people in the world who had this heroic spirit.
Duque suddenly smiled bitterly, "I can clearly rely on my looks to make a living, but I have to rely on my strength …"
In the Guardian's Shrine area, nearly a quarter of the way to the north was a huge courtyard, which was shaded by trees. There were two large lakes, one in the south and one in the north, and connecting the two lakes was a beautiful river.
That was the Greenhouse of Life where the Goddess of Life, Freya, was.
This greenhouse was so huge, with huge trees that seemed to reach the sky, and flowers that were exaggerated to the size of a house. Freya, who was a full ten stories tall, did not seem out of place in the slightest.
Originally, Freya was walking slowly inside, wandering around the lake, listening to the sounds of all kinds of life.
Suddenly, the female giant's expression changed.
She watched with a look of extreme surprise as an arrow flew towards her. This arrow pierced through like a meteor from outer space, easily penetrating the layers of green light that permeated the atmosphere of the greenhouse, and went straight for her.
"Could it be Torim!?" The surprised silver lady quickly turned into a scream.
There was no way for her huge body to dodge. No, her shoulder seemed to be sucked in, and the sharp arrow that contained the supreme law of lightning almost pierced through her chest.
However, at the last moment, she used her own law of life to counteract the gravitational force, which allowed her to squat down suddenly, and barely avoid the dangerous arrow that hit her vitals.
Even so, from the big charred hole on her left collarbone, one could still see what was behind — her body had been completely pierced through.
The Greenhouse of Life, which was filled with birdsong and fragrant flowers, suddenly fell silent with Freya's scream. Only a faint circle of lightning clouds was left in front of them, and the clouds gave the air a burning smell.
In the next moment, the green fog was blown away by a gust of wind.
Only a small and well-proportioned female figure was left standing on the green hillside at the southern gate.
Her figure was obviously so small, but in Freya's eyes, she seemed to be taller than all the guardians.
Purely because of that blow!
Freya's expression became a little abnormal, and the lightning at the wound was still stimulating Freya's nerves.
Perhaps, for a brave warrior, this was nothing. But Freya stared at the female figure with a bitter and hateful gaze as if her parents had died. No, it was as if her ancestors' graves had been dug out.
"Who — are — you!?" The high-pitched voice was full of sorrow!
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